I never expected things to go this far. In fact, I never expected things to actually go anymore. My teacher's husband actually fucked me. And I let him, didn't I? Well, I'll tell you the story and let you decide for yourself.
When I first entered high school, my English teacher adored me. Not only was I a great writer, I was just a good student in general. Helpful, thoughtful, intelligent. Even after I graduated from her class, we maintained a close platonic student teacher relationship. A year after I moved on from her class, I heard that she got married, and rumor had it that her husband was gorgeous. Its not like it would be hard to believe, Mrs. Samson was an incredibly beautiful woman. Of course, I'd never seen him myself, so I had no reason to believe or really even care about the rumor. In my junior year of high school, I found out that Mrs. Samson was pregnant and that she would be due towards June. I guess her and her supposedly hot husband decided it was time for kids.
It was during the first month of my senior year in high school that Mrs. Samson approached me.
"Katherine! I'm so glad I ran into. I have a proposition for you."
"Sure, Mrs. Samson, what's up?" I asked politely.
"Well, as you know, I'm now a mother, and I was wondering if you'd be interested in babysitting. You'll be getting paid of course."
In all honesty, I didn't want to babysit during my senior year, but like I said, she always adored me and I didn't have it in me to tell her no.
"Of course! I would love to! Do you know when you want me to start?" I said, hoping that I at least sounded excited.
"Actually, why don't you come over this weekend? You can meet Jane (her daughter) and Trey (her husband) and I will go over everything with you to make sure you feel comfortable enough to be alone with her."
"Great, Mrs. Samson, I'll see you on Friday then." We both smiled at each other before going our separate ways. What the hell, she was a nice teacher, it was the least I could do for her.
Friday after school, I was parked right outside of Mrs. Samson's house. Her house was beautiful. I also heard that her husband was some really successful businessman which could explain all the extravagance.
I rang the doorbell and the whole time I was expecting Mrs. Samson, that's not what I got. A man answered the door, and my first look at him, I think my jaw literally dropped. This guy was the definition of sexy. He was about 6'1, dark brown wavy hair, incredible physique; he seemed to be in his late 30's or early 40's. Finally noticing that my mouth hanging open, I quickly closed it and tried to regain my composure. It was a bit late though, I'm pretty sure he noticed my reaction and I could've sworn that he was smirking while he looked down at me.
"Uh, hi, um, I'm Katherine, I used to be a student of Mrs. Samson's, she wanted me to come over." Damnit, why the hell did I have to sound like a bumbling dummy?
"Nice to meet you Katherine," the man I could only assume was Trey extended his hand to shake mine, "We were expecting you. Come in and I'll get Sara (a.k.a Mrs. Samson)." I was glad that he had his back turned to me as I walked in, I was blushing furiously.
"Katherine! I'm glad you came, this is my husband Trey, and our baby girl Jane," Mrs. Samson said when she arrived in the living room carrying her baby.
My cheeks finally lost their redness, and I was trying hard to pay attention to what she was saying because I didn't want to screw anything up while taking care of her baby. But it was getting incredibly difficult to pay attention because I was sure Trey kept looking at me. He always stayed one step behind Mrs. Samson as we toured the house, and whenever I would turn to face Mrs. Samson, I would quickly glance at him, and he had this indecipherable look on his face. I couldn't read him. There was this weird glint in his eye too. I shuddered inside, but tried not to show it. To be honest, I was getting a bit freaked out. I mean I did think he was hot, but what the hell, I was only 18, I what the hell is wrong with this guy?
It was finally time for me to go, Mrs. Samson asked me to babysit for the first time the following weekend. I agreed and then made my way. As I shook Trey's hand at the door before I left, he placed his other hand on top of mine and said, "It was a pleasure to meet you Katherine." Maybe it was just me, but I think he held onto my hand a little longer than necessary.
It was finally next week and I was going to be babysititng while Mrs. Samson and her husband planned to go out to wherever it is that married couples go. It was a hot day so I wore a short pleated skirt, and a white tank top that hugged me in all the right places. I have to admit, I was pretty beautiful myself. Long dark hair that fell to my back, flat stomach, firm ass, 34 C breasts, and an overall toned body from all the tennis I played.
Once again, when I rang the doorbell, who else answers the door but Trey himself.
"Hi Katherine, come in," he didn't say much, but as I walked in past him, I could feel his eyes following my ass. I tried to nonchalantly pull my skirt down.
Thankfully Mrs. Samson came soon. She greeted me and then quickly explained rules for Jane and where I could contact her if there were any problems. Finally they left and it was just me and Jane.
At about ten o'clock that evening I heard them pull up in the driveway. I was sitting on the sofa reading and Jane had fallen asleep in her play pen.
"Hi Katherine," Mrs. Samson greeted me as she walked in quietly, Trey behind her, "Thank you so much for watching over my baby, wait here while I go put Jane in bed and then I can pay you for tonight's work."
She picked up Jane and headed up the stairs, leaving me and Trey alone in the room. Awkward much?
"So how was your night?" Trey asked me, making small talk.
"Oh, it was fine. Jane is so adorable, I had a lot of fun watching her." I said, going along with the small talk. It was better than standing there watching him look at me.
"So do you have a boyfriend?" he then asked me.
The question caught me off guard, "Excuse me? A boyfriend? Um, no, I don't."
"I'm surprised," then there was that smirk of his again, "a girl as pretty as you probably has guys all lined up for you." As he said "pretty" his eyes traveled down my body and rested briefly at my crotch. I squirmed a little bit.
I tried to laugh it off, "Ha, you don't have to be nice just because your wife likes me."
His grin widened. He took a couple steps towards me until he was standing right in front of me, face looking directly into mine, "Trust me Katherine, I'm not JUST being nice." Damn his eyes were penetrating. And sexy...what the hell?! What was I thinking?!
I swallowed, and looked away. Doing this actually made him chuckle. Finally Mrs. Samson came down and he took a few steps back from me. She paid me, I thanked her, and left. I could see how Mrs. Samson could fall for him.
It was almost a routine now, every weekend I come and babysit for Mrs. Samson and every weekend, Trey would either make insinuating comments or stare at my body when Mrs. Samson wasn't looking. Weird thing was, it seemed like he was always making sure that I knew he was looking. It was as if he wanted me to know. I tried not to pay him any attention, but whenever I got home from their house, I always found that my panties were wet.
It was the weekend again, and Mrs. Samson asked me to babysit. When they left, I took Jane upstairs so I could read to her. I placed her in the crib and then heard the door downstairs slam. A few seconds later, Trey walked into the room.
"Is something the matter?" I asked him, trying hard not to look into his eyes for too long.
"No...nothing the matter...our neighbor just needed to speak with Sara for a minute and I told her that I wanted to kiss Jane goodbye one last time." He said all of this very calmly, looking directly at me, a smile playing on his lips.
"Oh..." What the hell was there else to say?
"Actually Katherine..." He was walking towards me, getting closer and closer. Instinctively I took a step back, and my back hit the side of the crib. I was now sandwiched between him and the crib, "Maybe I should just kiss you?" He whispered this into my ear." I felt his tongue lick the lobe of my ear as he made soft feathery kisses down my neck, to my cheeks, nearing my lips...I couldn't move. Besides feeling shocked, I was so fucking wet! Stop! How could I be feeling like this? This was my teacher's husband! It was finally the sound of a car honking that stopped him before he could reach my lips.
He pulled away from me, almost a sad look in his eyes, but then quickly regained his arrogant confidence. He stroked my cheek one last time, and then walked away.
What the hell just happened to me. This was getting to far. I shouldn't have let him do that. I should've stopped him. Fuck, I'm an idiot.
I was babysitting again. Trey and Mrs. Samson had some big date I was guessing. However, I was confident that I wasn't going to let anything happen this time. I was so set in my mind not to look at Trey whatsoever. Weird thing was, he didn't seem to pay me any attention that day. He didn't look at me when I walked in the door, and he didn't try to talk to me when we were alone. I admit, I felt a little sad and rejected. And then I just felt mad. That stupid fucker. First he flirts with me, and then he acts like I don't even exist. WELL SCREW YOU ASSHOLE. Watching him and Mrs. Samson leave the house at the same time together like this perfect couple irritated me. What the hell was wrong with me? I cant believe I was actually feeling jealous. Whatever, fuck him.
As I sat there on the sofa after I had put Jane to bed, I started to brood in my own misery. What was wrong with me? Why was I upset? Its not like he was my boyfriend. Fuck, he was my teacher's husband for crying out loud! Pull yourself together girl! After a while, I began to just let it go...I was being ridiculous.
At around 10 I heard them pull up in the driveway. I looked to the door and in swung Trey holding Mrs. Samson up by his shoulders.
"She just had a little too much to drink," he whispered and closed the door behind him, "I'll just take her upstairs, wait here, I'll take care of your payment."
Fuck. I was feeling a bit nervous at the thought of being alone with him with an inebriated Mrs. Samson waiting upstairs. It was okay. All I would do was take my money and then haul ass. Soon I heard him coming down stairs. He took one look at me, and smiled his wolfish smile.
"I missed you today Katherine," he walked towards the couch. Fuck, fuck fuck. I hope he wasn't planning on sitting next to me. Damnit, yes, he was. He pecked my cheek and stroked my hair, "are you wet for me...?" he whispered into my ear before he placed his hand right in between my legs. My head was spinning.
"Um, Mr. Samson...I should be going, its late now..." I had to stop this.
"Shh...and forget the whole Mr. Samson shit...you can call me Trey." His hand had somehow found its way under my shirt and he was kneading my breasts. Suddenly he pinched my nipple and I gasped at the suddenness. He chuckled. He began nibbling my ear and saying all these things that wouldn't let me move from where I was sitting, "I've wanted you ever since I saw you Katherine...God, you're body is so hot...your lips...your breasts...Fuck, I want you..."
Then all of a sudden, I saw Jane sleeping in her play pen. Seeing her was a slap to my face almost, making me remember Mrs. Samson, my teacher upstairs sleeping, and that her MARRIED husband was right next to me. How could I contribute to messing up a family? I pulled away from him, "Please, Mr. Samson. I have to go. This isn't...I can't."
Suddenly his eyes changed. They still had the same lust in them, but they just seemed...fiercer. "Katherine, I'm not sure you understand. I want you, and I'm going to have you, and trust me, you're going to like it. Stop being all high and mighty with this whole we can't bullshit. Now, why don't you get on your knees and unzip my pants." His words shocked me. I think the shock may have frozen me in place, because I wasn't moving. Eventually he grabbed me by the arm and settled me so that I was on my knees staring at the bulge in his pants. "Well, you know what to do." I don't know if it was the shock, or maybe the fear of making him angry that made me do it, but I listened to him. Slowly, shakily I undid his trousers. Out popped the largest dick I had ever seen. About 8 ½ inches in length, and perfect in width. Soon I felt a hand on the top of my head forcing me towards his cock. I hesitantly opened my mouth and began sucking the tip. He groaned, "Uh...oh yeah baby, I've been dying to have our lips wrapped around my dick." I hated to admit it, but hearing him moan was making me wet. I tried to forget about the fact that he was my teacher's husband, I pretended that it was just any other cock. Soon I began to bob my head up down his dick, sucking, slurping, going faster then slower. His words only encouraged me, "Oh yeah baby...suck that cock...fuck me with your mouth...uh..." I could tell he was about to come, so I began sucking harder, faster wanting him to cum in my mouth. "I'm gonna cum baby...keep going." All of a sudden I felt this hot surge of liquid begin to fill my mouth, and I had difficulty keeping up swallowing it all.
Soon I felt his dick begin to soften in my mouth and I pulled my face. Reality began flooding back to me. I began to blush and I didn't know where to look. He just looked at me and smirked. He got out his check book and wrote me a check. "Here's for tonight's work. We'll see you next week."
I took the check, stood up, grabbed my stuff and left. That stupid mother fucker. How dare he force me to suck on his dick and then act like nothing even happened. I know that the check he gave me was for babysitting Jane, but for some reason, I couldn't help but feel like a whore.
I was mad. The entire week I couldn't help but feel so incredibly pissed towards Trey, but at the same time just the thought of him had me wet instantaneously. Fuck that bastard. I would NOT let him get to me like this. I hated feeling so frustrated. No, no more of that. When I go over this Saturday, I'll make sure not to even glance at him.
Saturday finally came and I was still mad. Mad at Trey for ignoring me, for using me, for just being him. Mrs. Samson was supposed to be going to some wedding that day, and Trey was supposed to be going to some important business meeting. The entire time I was there , I tried to forget all about Trey and concentrated on playing with Jane. When Jane fell asleep, I just went to the couch and began reading. Around 6 o'clock I heard a car pull up in the drive way. Mrs. Samson must've come home.
I heard the door open and in walked Trey. He saw me staring in shock at him and grinned. "I thought you weren't going to be home until late?" I asked him nervously.
"And miss the opportunity to be with you? I don't think so." He put down his brief case and took off his jacket. The fuck if I was going to let him come near me. I picked up my bag and began walking towards the door.
"Well, since you're home, I guess I'll just be on my way then." I tried to push past him, but this asshole was standing between me and the door.
"What do you think you're doing Katherine?" he asked me, bemused.
"I'm leaving." I tried to keep my face straight. I didn't want him to see that I was scared, angry, and worst of all, aroused.
"No, you're not." His next move caught me completely off guard. He took my bag from my shoulder, dropped it to the floor, and then shoved me so that my back was against the door. I was struggling beneath him, trying to push him off, turning my head so he couldn't kiss me. It was useless, he was so much bigger than me. He forced my face to face him with one hand so that I was looking directly into his eyes, while the other hand began exploring my body. He found my breasts and began massaging them roughly. I moaned involuntarily. "You're enjoying this aren't you? You're such a little slut...you like that I'm taking you right here and now don't you?" His hand left my breast and found its way in my pants, right on top of my pussy. He now had his hands shoved down sweats while he was kissing my neck. He roughly pulled my panties to the side and began immediately shoved a finger in my pussy. Thankfully I was wet, the suddenness would've made it painful if I wasn't. I gasped loudly into his shoulder and he began fingering me hard. His thumb found my clit and he began rubbing it in circular motions. "Is this what you want baby? You want me to finger fuck you? Make you cum? I should fuck you right now with my dick baby....do you want me to fuck you baby?" He quickened his pace and I was so close to cumming. I couldn't help myself, I let out a soft whisper, "Yes."
"Yes what baby? What do you want?" he asked me, cooing into my ear.
"I want you to fuck me....please...make me cum." I begged weakly. And that's when he stopped. Literally. He removed his hand from my pussy and pulled away from me. I almost collapsed onto the floor. What the fuck?! I was dazed and confused as hell. He backed away from and walked over to Jane's play pen, who was still asleep. He looked down at her, and then turned back to face me. His eyes glinted.
"Let's go." Was all he said. Of course I was confused.
"Excuse me? Go where?"
"Upstairs. Now. Go. I'll be up in a minute." I wasn't moving so he walked up to me and hovered over me, "I said, go." That was incentive enough to make me go. I went flying up the stairs. When I reached the stairs, I deliberated about whether or not I should just run back downstairs and leave before this got more out of hand than it already was. However, I wasn't given time to make that choice because he showed up soon after.
There was a hunger in his eyes. He pulled me into the master bedroom and left the door open. Slowly he began kissing my mouth. Soft open mouthed kisses, his tongue exploring mine. This was the first time he ever really kissed. I didn't' kiss him back at first, but after a while I just complied. What was the point of fighting him off. He began to slowly undress me. I let him. He removed my shirt and then slid my sweats down. I was standing in nothing but my bra and panties. His hand found my pussy once more and he began rubbing my clit. "Ooh..." I moaned into his mouth. His other hand found my bra clasp and released my breasts. He moved his mouth from my lips to one of my nipples and sucked expertly. "Oh fuck..." he slid my panties down. He stopped what he was doing and led me to the bed. He sat me down on the bed while he began unbuckling his belt. For some reason I reached up and helped him. He smiled down at me, which made me blush.
Soon I had unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. I removed his shirt and once he too was completely naked, he leaned down to begin kissing me again. Gently he pushed my back onto the bed and the next thing I knew he was on top of. We stayed that way for a while, kissing, until I felt him line the tip of his cock in my pussy entrance. "Is this what you wanted baby?" he whispered into my ear. I moaned at the feeling of him teasing my pussy with his dick, and that was response enough for him. In one hard thrust, he had buried his entire dick in my pussy. I gasped loudly, loving the way his dick filled me. His thrusts were hard and deep. He was pumping in and out of my pussy, making me moan in complete ecstasy. We fucked like that for I don't know how long, and I felt my orgasm building. "Oh fuck...don't stop..." I begged him. That's when he began to pump in and out of my pussy like his life depended on it. "You wanna cum baby? Cum for me baby, cum all over my cock." I screamed as I came, my orgasm washing over me, wave after wave. I felt him tense up and he groaned as I felt hot cum fill my pussy. He gave a few last thrusts and then collapsed on top of me. We both lay there panting, too exhausted to move. He finally moved off of me, and moved to my side. He lad down next to me and just held me. He trailed soft kisses down my neck, telling me how beautiful I am. I just laid there and let him.