Myra Kaine - Lesson for teacher

"Yes… I'm prepared to offer you a lot of things." His hand strayed down to her knee. "Among them… a rather plum job at the Castagna school. The best teaching job in the district… you could write your own ticket there, you know. Small classes, ungraded. teacher aides…" His voice died to a whisper as his hand traced the length of her terry cloth covered thigh and his eyes were inches from hers, boring into her very soul.

Valerie could no longer avoid his eyes, steel gray, they shot into her, into the soft vulnerable places inside her. She could feel the insinuating hand on her thigh and a warming tingle ran through her nerves. MOVE! her brain ordered. Get up and walk away from this maniac!

"I think you have to give yourself a chance, Valerie. I could do a lot for you if you'd let me, you know," Taylor purred in a husky whisper into her ear. "You're a very beautiful woman… but lonely and alone."

Valerie heard his words from a distance, the sounds not translating immediately for his lips were at her ear and his hot breath shot in tiny gusts into the sensitive orifice. The soft sibilant sounds sent relaying shivers through her whole body. She knew dimly that in a matter of seconds he'd have her in the same position she'd been subjected to with Bruce and Mike but her muscles refused to move her away from the exaltations that flashed sensually over the surface of her skin. She found herself breathlessly waiting for his next move when he'd come closer yet.

Suddenly the mouth at her ear was sliding around her cheek and capturing her mouth in a long fiercely deep kiss. She could feel the hardness of his lips and the smooth white teeth behind them grinding into her soft mouth. That long striking tongue shot out into the warmth and wetness of her mouth and probed deep into her, forcing her head back against the couch. Not enough breath came through her straining nostrils and Valerie felt helplessly drowning in the wave of passion that swept through her like a raging tide.

"Noooo… Noooo…!!!" Something clicked and her brain began to function again when Taylor Crane's big hand snaked inside her robe and caught one fully ripened breast in a cruel squeeze, the brutal fingers digging into the resilient flesh while his tongue fucked relentlessly into her mouth. She must have been mad, completely mad to have let herself get into this position with a man who was her sworn enemy! Almost from that first moment he'd been her enemy. He wanted to take away her school, her children, her freedom, her hopes for a school of her own… and she was letting him maul her like a common whore!

Suddenly galvanized into action Valerie leaped from the couch and Taylor Crane's arms. She was shaking with rage and fury, a red sheet of flaming anger in front of her eyes. The anger was outwardly directed at the superintendent but its source came from her own recognition of the stupidity and humiliation she had exhibited before this man who wanted to take her school away and break her.

"Get out… get out of here," she screamed. Sudden tears came welling up to choke her and sobs arose from deep inside to shake her in a frenzy of rage.

"I don't want your job… your stupid town job… I wouldn't have it… only the kids suffer… education is a business to you… and all those other Doctors of Education… you don't care what happens to the kids… you don't care!… you only care about building up your own little empire!… well, I won't be a part of it… I won't. I'm going to fight… I am… I ammmmmm!" Valerie sobbed incoherently, backing away from. the tall rising figure that moved threateningly toward her.

Taylor moved toward her deliberately, watching the wide staring eyes that poured tears, the ragged breath sputtering out her mouth, the magnificently formed breasts rising and falling, the shaking hands. Yes, she was a filly worth taming, a bitch who didn't know her own need. He'd have her wanting it. Look at her now, one kiss and she was mewling and crying.

With one swift movement he caught a handful of long blonde hair and yanked her head back while he ripped the robe from her nakedness. "When I get through with you, bitch, no one in the state will hire you for anything! But first, I'm going to have the fun of breaking you in! You're going to beg for it… like you've never begged for anything in your life before!"

"Nooo… Oh God… please… just leave. You don't want me… pleaseeeee…!"

Another hard yank on her hair sent Valerie to her knees before this tall cold man who was going to use her so unmercifully. In horror she looked up from her position on the floor arid saw his flashing eyes grow hard and cold as ice.

"You're quite right, my dear. You have upset my applecart. You've made several wrong moves and I intend to have my revenge before I throw you out of the system entirely. But first, I'm going to fuck you like you should have been fucked about ten years ago. I'm going to fuck you and you're going to love it… you're going to love it so much you're going to grovel…" the words came from between Crane's grimly clenched teeth and each word was punctuated by a cruel pull on her long blonde hair that fell around her gilded body like a shroud except where his hand was tangled in its rich depths next to her skull.

"Nooooo… please… don't… Oh God…" The words bubbled from the depths of Valerie's heaving chest, the breath coming in jerking fits and starts, the tears streaming on and on down her beautiful face.

"Undo my belt… zip my pants down…"

Valerie looked up at him stupidly, still weeping and moaning incoherently. One hand went out feebly but she wasn't soon enough for him. A stinging slap across her cheek sent her reeling, but only the short few inches before his hand jerked her by the hair back to her kneeling position in front of his loins.

"Take out my cock, bitch!" he screamed.

Squeamishly she reached out again, afraid he might really do something terrible to her if she didn't obey him instantly. Her shaking hands found the tongue of his belt and released it. Fumbling and shaking and sobbing she somehow found the zipper and pulled it down to reveal a monstrous bulge mounding the front of the school superintendent's white jockey shorts. Valerie's cheek still stung where he'd struck her and she flinched when his other hand came out to bury itself in her hair. His pants slid slowly down long powerful hairy legs.

Toeing his shoes off quickly, Crane kicked the whole bundle, shoes and pants away from him, his eyes never leaving the tear stained subservient face kneeling in front of him, his hands still tightly twisted in the silky lengths of soft hair.

"Skin my shorts down," he commanded. He watched as she reached for his hips, the long golden arms pulling the heavy breasts even more upright and upward thrusting. Oooh God, the sensations of those slender young fingers pulling the shorts down his hips! His cock was jumping like a maddened beast and he could feel his balls growing hard and demanding. Christ! She was as luscious a little bitch as he'd ever encountered!

Valerie gasped as she stretched the knit jockey shorts downward and released the gargantuan length and thickness of Crane's hugely distended prick that bounded out of the cloth jail like an angry charging monster. Oh God! She could never hope to contain such an instrument of torture! It was inhuman! She could see the purple veined mammoth organ poling out just above her face, so strutted with blood that it looked as though it might burst the very smooth satiny skin that encased it. Oh dear God! How did she ever get herself in such a completely hopeless position… such a terrible horrifying situation!

Despite her terror she was also fascinated by the giant cock that loomed over her like a blunt ended club that would surely destroy her… split her asunder and leave her bleeding to death. It jerked and cleaved the air as though it had a life of its own, as though blindly seeking the hollow of her body with its one cyclops eye that drooled a drop of clear liquid lust just above her eyes.