0 comments/ 57441 views/ 11 favorites Jessica Ch. 1 By: Damon xxx Jessica hummed to herself as she browsed through the assortment of lace teddy's and lingerie that filled the small room. She picked out a sultry little white number and held it up, inspecting the fine lace. "James would love this one," she thought to herself. She ran her fingers over the smooth material. It was maybe a little slutty, but this was her honeymoon she was talking about. She was allowed to be a little risqué.. Just this once. Her mind started to wonder as she tossed the outfit over her arm and continued to look. Her wedding was only a week away and she wanted everything to be perfect for their first time together. "That would look stunning on you." Jessica spun around, startled, as she believed herself to be the only person in the store besides the sales woman. As she turned, her eyes came to rest on the wide shoulders of a man standing behind her. He was about six foot, with short dark hair and penetrating dark eyes. Jessica quickly took a step back and took a better look. He was dressed very well in a black Armani suit that accentuated his broad shoulders. "Excuse me. I didn't mean to startle you," the man said with a smile. Jessica was speechless. "Oh that's okay," she stammered, brushing a strand of deep brown hair from her face. "I was just a little surprised, that's all." "Well let me make it up to you then." Jessica gave a suspicious glance. "And just how would you do that?" "Well for starters, let me pick up for the tab on that sexy little piece you have picked out there." "Oh this? Oh no, I was just looking. I mean I was thinking about getting it but..." "But what?" the man said asked with a playful smirk, crossing his hands in front of his chest. "It just seemed a little slutty, that's all." The mysterious stranger gave a concerned look. "Nonsense. You are a beautiful woman." He took a step towards her, and lowered his face to her ear. "And besides," he whispered. "There's nothing wrong with being a little slutty now and then." Jessica blushed a darker shade of red than she had ever blushed before. The man snatched the white lace teddy from her arm and walked past her towards the sales counter. Jessica didn't know what to say. "Oh you can't do that!" she stammered. The man stopped and slowly turned around. "You know, you're right." He spoke as if in deep contemplation. Jessica a felt a flood of relief rush over her. "You haven't tried it on yet." Her mouth fell open in amazement. "I simply can't," she said. "I have a fiancée at home. It wouldn't be proper if..." Her protests were silenced as the man placed a finger gently on her lips. "I'm sure he wouldn't mind if you surprised him on your honeymoon in this," the man reasoned, holding up the outfit. "I know I wouldn't mind." "But it is much too expensive." The man waved his hand as if to dismiss the whole notion. "Not a problem. Now let's get this on you and see what it looks like." He waved to the saleswoman, who promptly strolled over to the pair. "What can I do for you?" she asked with a smile. Jessica had noticed that she had been checking out this handsome stranger during their whole conversation. "The lady would like to try this on," he said, passing the delicate lingerie to the woman. Jessica started to protest, but soon realized the futility of it all and succumbed to the idea of this gorgeous man buying her lingerie. "Follow me," the saleswoman said before turning and walking towards the small dressing room. Jessica followed, hoping that James would forgive her for this. The woman pulled back the curtain, inviting Jessica to step inside. "You're a very lucky woman," she said quietly as Jessica gingerly took the outfit and stepped past the entranceway. Once again she started to protest, but some unknown feeling restrained her from speaking. She simply smiled and nodded before pulling the curtain back into place. She looked into the mirror and saw that her face was quite flushed. This man was turning her on! She quickly dismissed any thoughts and reprimanded herself for the way she was feeling. She hung the outfit up on a hook on the wall and took a long look at herself in the mirror. So what if some hot guy was buying her lingerie? It didn't mean anything.. She was in love with James. Jessica couldn't help but smile at her newfound reasoning and proceeded to undress. She pulled her light blue sundress over her head, being extra careful not to mess her hair. She hung it up and once again looked at herself in the mirror. Her body was perfect. She had been working out every day for the past six months trying to get in shape for the honeymoon. For James. She unfastened her bra and hung it with the dress on the wall. She then took the pair of lacy white panties and slipped them on over her own underwear.. "That looks ridiculous," she thought to herself with a frown. After a little thought she figured that since she would most likely be purchasing them anyway, there would be no harm in putting them on "bareback". Jessica slipped the white lace pair off, followed by her own. As she slid them down her legs, she noticed that they were a little damp. 'Oh My god!' she thought to herself. 'I'm really getting turned on.' Part of her wanted to run from the store, get in her car and drive home to James' loving arms. But then, another part of her wanted to pull that attractive stranger into the room with her and fuck his brains out. "Jess, you naughty girl," she muttered to herself as she slipped the panties back up her legs. She had never cheated on James and now she scolded herself for the mere thought of it. Soon she was fully adorned in her new outfit, complete with garters, stockings and a see-through skirt-type piece that barely fell below her crotch. She looked good and she knew it. The outfit was enough to make any man hard. She wondered if the man in the suit would like it. Would it turn him on? Jessica's eyes closed, and her hand subconsciously fell to her panties, rubbing her cit through the thin fabric as her thought began to drift. "How are you doing in here?" The man poked his head through the curtain. Jessica spun and quickly brought her hands to her body in a futile attempt to cover her exposed body. She had never been so embarrassed in her entire life. "What are you doing?" she demanded crossly. The man just smiled and stepped inside, pulling the curtain shut behind him. "I didn't mean to upset you." He took a step towards her. "I was just wondering how it looked, and I must say, my wildest fantasies could not have prepared me for the way you look right now." Jessica melted at his words and her hands fell away exposing her half naked body to the stranger. He took another step bringing his body close to Jessica's trembling form. He brought his hand up to her face and gently caressed her cheek. She brushed his hand away softly looking up into his eyes. "I can't." "Oh yes you can. And I know you want to." "I'm getting married in a week. My fiancé is at home waiting for me. I can't..." Jessica's words were cut short as he pressed his lips to hers. She raised her hands to his chest and tried to push away, but the man held her close, forcing his tongue inside her mouth. Her hands soon went from pushing to grabbing, as she clawed at his chest in lust. All thoughts of James and the wedding faded away as Jessica returned his kiss, raising no objection as his hands roamed her body. She began to moan as he groped her ass with his strong hands. He pulled his mouth from hers and placed his lips on her neck as he took her hand and guided it to his crotch. Jessica needed no further prompting as she pawed the bulge in his pants. She felt his hot breath on her skin and it made her pussy tingle. He dropped his hands to Jessica's ass groping with his strong hands. Her one hand clawed at his hair as her other hand pressed tightly to his crotch feeling his cock as it strained to be released from its restraints. "Do you want me?" the man asked between kisses on Jessica's soft skin. "Yes," she responded with lustful whisper. He pressed himself firmly against her, allowing her to feel the hardness in his pants against her damp pussy. He returned his mouth to hers once again allowing his tongue to slip between her delicate lips. He pushed her against the wall and dropped his hand to sensitive area between Jessica's legs, stroking with two fingers. Jessica, now overcome with lust, lifted her leg to the side, resting her foot on the small bench. Reaching down, she pulled the crotch of her panties aside allowing this strange man access to her pussy. She was so wet, his fingers slipped inside her easily as she let out a weak gasp. His head again dropped to her neck, then down to her breasts softly kissing his way down her body. He stopped at her navel, teasing her belly button with short stabs of his tongue. Jessica was in heaven as she clawed at his hair, urging him to continue his southward journey. She had to bite her tongue to keep from screaming as his mouth covered the soft fabric of the crotch of her panties. She could feel his hot breath permeate the lace and stimulate her tight little pussy. In one fluid motion he pulled down the thong, freeing her wet hole. Jessica replaced her leg on the bench as her mysterious new lover made a few quick swipes at her clit with his talented tongue. She could tell he was experienced, the way he would circle her clit with his tongue before diving into her wet little pussy. James rarely ate her out and the odd time he did it was never like this. 'Oh my God!' Jessica thought to herself as she came to the realization that she was cheating on her soon to be husband. Her thoughts soon drifted back to the task at hand however, as her new lover slipped a couple fingers up her moist cunt. He slid them in and out as he started kissing her inner thigh, making her whole body quiver with excitement. Then to Jessica's disappointment he stood back up and kissed her long and deep. She could taste her own juices on his tongue, and it made her feel even more slutty. Zzzzzzip! The man undid his pants, letting his turgid cock free from its Armani prison. He was going to fuck her! Jessica began to panic. Letting this stranger eat her pussy was one thing, but there was no way she could ever let him enter the one spot reserved for her husband. She wanted nothing more in the entire world than to have his cock inside her at that moment, but there was no way she could live with herself if it was to happen. "I.. I can't do this!" she said, breaking the kiss. "I'm not that kind of girl. I have a fiancé, and I've gone too far already." The man just smiled at her. "Then what's the harm in going a little further?" He pressed her hard up against the wall, looking into her eyes. "And I think you are that kind of girl! You pretend to be all prim and proper, but deep down you're just a little slut!" Jessica was shocked. She felt as though she should slap the man, but something inside her made her keep her hands to herself. He was now rubbing the head of his dick up and down her engorged slit, prepping it her own juices. "Tell me honestly that you don't want my cock in you right now." He started kissing her ear. Jessica was trapped between her feeling of guilt and the extreme lust that had overcome her body. He pushed the head in, just past her wet lips. "Come on tell me you want it! Show me what kind of slut you are!" "I want it! I want you to fuck my brains out!" He knew he had her. Jessica had completely given in to her lust. The time for tenderness was over. In one forceful thrust, Jessica's pussy was filled with seven inches of cock. Her head slammed against the wall under the force, as the man lifted her off her feet. His strong hands gripped her ass as he held her aloft. In and out, his engorged rod filled her, then withdrew repeatedly, each time eliciting a breathy gasp from Jessica's open mouth. Her legs were wrapped around him, and her arms were extended above her head clawing at the wall. She placed her hand behind his head, pulling her face to his, kissing with unbridled passion as continued fucking her. Jessica didn't think about the noise they were making, or the fact that James was waiting at home for her. All her senses were focused on this strange man and his pounding cock. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Jessica moaned. She usually didn't talk at all during sex, but then again she usually didn't fuck strange men in lingerie store fitting rooms either! The man increased the pace, pistoning his cock in and out, causing Jessica's firm little body to convulse in pleasure. Then with one final thrust, he let out a soft groan as his hot cum flooded her well-fucked pussy. Jessica was breathing heavy as he allowed her feet to once again come to rest on the floor. She quickly regained her senses and began to dress, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed. "What's the hurry?" She looked up at him as she slipped her shoe onto her foot. "I have to get out of here. My boyfriend is waiting at home." "Do you think he would mind that you let a total stranger fuck the hell out of you?" Jessica gave him a disgusted look. "What do you think?" "I think you thoroughly enjoyed what just happened and would like more in the near future." She shook her head. "Uh uh. This was a one-time thing. I feel terrible right now and I don't want to make things worse. I mean... You were amazing, but I can't let this endanger my marriage." She was getting flustered. The man just smiled as he handed Jessica her purse. "I want you to come with me the Las Vegas." Jessica couldn't keep herself from laughing as she let out a cute little giggle. She accepted her purse, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and unlocked the fitting room door. No sooner had she opened the door than the man slammed it shut once again. "I'm serious." "You can't be. I hardly know you!" "I know you better than you think!" Jessica looked confused. He just looked into her eyes. "Every day I see women on the street, or picking up their kids from school and I feel sorry for them. They go about their menial lives, without ever-knowing real pleasure or passion, when deep down inside they all want something more. I'm offering you something more right now! I'm offering you the chance find out about yourself. Things you never knew. I want you to experience true joy before you go off to your life of cleaning kitchens and driving kids to soccer practice. Everyone deserves to have a little fun before they get hitched. I'm offering you the chance to have a lot of fun! I'm offering you the chance to act like a dirty little slut without any consequences. Now you are coming with me, because if you don't you will regret it for the rest of your life! So just say one little word. Just say yes!" Jessica was looking down at the floor. "But what will James think?" "Just tell him that a friend surprised you with a trip as a wedding present." She still looked unsure. "I don't..." The man placed his finger on her lips. "Just say yes." After a long, withdrawn sigh, Jessica looked up into his eyes. "Yes," she said meekly. Jessica blushed a deep shade of red as she followed her new lover out of the small room. She knew that they had made a lot of noise, and did not doubt that the store clerk had heard them. "My name is Jay, by the way," he said with a smile. "Jessica," she responded, following him to the pay counter. The saleswoman gave her a wink as Jay paid for the outfit. "Was everything alright?" she asked. Jay glanced over at Jessica, then back to the saleswoman. "It was a perfect fit." The two walked out of the store and Jay showed Jessica to his car. Jessica was not surprised to find a brand new Porsche, gleaming in the sunlight. "You must be loaded," she said as he held her door open for her. "I get by," he returned before closing the door. As Jay got in the car he unzipped his pants, pulling his dick out into the open. Jessica's eyes widened in shock. "What are you doing?" she asked. "What does it look like?" he said, buckling his seatbelt. "I want you to suck my cock!" Jessica was stunned for a moment, but then resigned herself to pleasing her new lover. Slowly she leaned forward taking his dick into her mouth. She could taste herself on his cock as she ran her tongue up and down his shaft. Jay moaned as she took his head into her hot little mouth. Suddenly she stopped and looked up. "I don't usually do stuff like this you know." Jay just pushed her head back down on his waiting cock. "Baby, in the next few days you are going to be doing a lot of things that you don't usually do." * * * * Up and down. Up and down. Jessica's mouth slid easily over Jay's saliva soaked shaft, eliciting moans of approval from her newfound lover. She paused just long enough to look up to his face, smiling as he sped along the highway. He was busy driving, but not too busy to appreciate to fine cock sucking he was receiving from the beautiful young woman. He dropped his hand to her head and ran his fingers through her smooth brown hair, prompting her to suck a little faster. Jessica increased the pace, bobbing her head up and down, while stroking his shaft with her tiny hand. She took his dick in, almost all the way before retreating her sweet mouth back to the tip of his cock. There she sucked for a brief moment, playing with the bulbous cap, and teasing his dick hole with quick pokes of her cute little tongue. "Mmmmm. That's it, baby. Suck it good." She loved hearing him talk to her like that. They had known each other for less than an hour, but she was more than willing to let this man have his way with her anyway he wanted. As her thoughts of James came drifting back, she quickly pushed them aside, along with the guilt. Jay's cock was all that mattered to her at that time. She wanted him to feel as good as he had made her feel back in the lingerie store. "When we get to Vegas, I'm going to teach you how to really suck cock!" Jessica was a little hurt at that comment, as she thought she was doing quite a good job. She had not had much experience with oral sex, however, as she never much cared for it before. James had enjoyed her mouth on a few occasions, but those were rare. It was different with Jay. She not only wanted to suck his cock, but she "needed" to suck it! His hand went from stroking her hair to grabbing it roughly as he pushed her face down on his dick. His hips bucked up and a stream of hot cum spurted into Jessica's mouth. At first she was surprised, but she continued sucking at Jay's command. "Swallow it all, baby! Eat my cum!" She had never even touched James' sperm before, but now here she was in a car sucking some strange man's cum down her throat. The taste wasn't that bad, and it made her feel depraved and slutty. A feeling she was beginning to enjoy. She happily swallowed down his entire load. They drove for while longer before Jay stopped for some gas. He filled up the car and headed off to go pay. Jessica made her way to the payphone to cal her fiancée. Jay came out of the store drinking a bottle of water. He leaned up against the wall beside the payphone, listening in on Jessica's conversation. "No baby, it's okay. I promise." She was looking nervous, fidgeting with her earring as she talked. "I'm with Lisa. She's an old friend from college. Don't worry, I'll be back in time for the wedding. She just surprised me, with this trip. I couldn't say no. Just enjoy your bachelor party. I'll phone you tomorrow. Okay? I love you too." Her voice was starting to shake, and so was her hand as she put the phone back. She turned and glanced at Jay with a resigned look. Jessica Ch. 1 "I can't do this." Jay just smiled. "Of course you can. Now let's get going." "But I feel terrible." He leaned forward, kissing her softly on the lips. "Then I'll make you feel good." He prompted her back to the car, opening her door for her. "Oh and by the way." She looked up at him as she sat down. "I want you to put on that little outfit again." Jessica was shocked. "Now?" "You bet. You can use the bathroom in the store. I'll wait here." He reached behind the seat and grabbed a trench coat. "Here" he said, handing her the coat. "You can wear this over top." Jessica pondered for a moment before taking the outfit and the coat and heading off to the store. She returned five minutes later, pulling the coat tight about her body. She got into the car and the pair were off once again. "Take off the coat" Jay said as they pulled onto the freeway again. "But what if someone sees me?" He looked over to her. "Good." Soon Jessica was stretched out in her tiny lingerie with Jay running his hand over the smooth skin of her leg. She felt a little exposed and also a little exited. She closed her eyes and moaned as Jay began to stroke her slit through the panties. "Take them off" he commanded. She did as she was told, sliding the tiny g-string down her legs. Jay replaced his hand, this time bringing his fingers in contact with her exposed pussy. She instantly became wet under his touch, feeling his finger slide along her lips before dipping inside her hot cunt. She was getting so worked up she hardly noticed that Jay had taken an exit and was now cruising down a long empty road. She placed one foot up on the dashboard, spreading her legs wide. Jay's fingers began to slowly massage her clit as she groaned with pleasure. He then brought his fingers up to her mouth. Reluctantly Jessica opened her lips and took the fingers inside, tasting herself. She started to suck the fingers as if they were a cock, sliding her lips up and down as her own fingers gripped his hand. He pulled his hand away replaced it between her legs. But instead of going back to her pussy, he reached under, lightly touching her asshole. Jessica started to protest, but decided to just lay back and let him have his way. She even raised her ass off the seat to allow him better access.. James never touched her asshole. Jay started running the tip of his finger in a circular motion over the rim of her ass. With each circle he pressed a little harder, causing Jessica to take quick little breaths. He then pushed harder, forcing his finger knuckle deep into her butt hole. Jessica wasn't used to having anything in her ass, but she was enjoying the reaming she was getting from her new lover. She started to rub her clit as Jay's finger slid in and out. The feeling was intense. Then it stopped. Jay withdrew his finger and pulled the car over to the side of the road. Without a word he turned the car off and got out. He walked around to the other side and opened Jessica's door. She was looking around frantically trying to cover her exposed body. She started to relax when she realized how isolated they were. Jay leaned in and pulled Jessica from the car. She was really starting to wonder what he had in mind. Here she was, in the middle of nowhere, dressed in high heels, garters, a lacy little bra, and nothing more than a transparent skirt covering her most private area. Jay took her by the hand and led her around to the front of the car. He then roughly spun her around and bent her over the hood of the car. Flipping the little skirt up over her ass, Jay dropped to his knees. Jessica could feel his mouth traveling up the back of her leg. her body tingled as he touched her pussy with his tongue. After giving her lips a few licks he straightened his tongue and thrust it into her hot little hole. He sent his head back and forth, fucking Jessica with his tongue. She could feel the hot sun beating down on her back as Jay wiggled his tongue inside her. Just as she was about to have her second orgasm of the day he stopped. She silently cursed him for teasing her, as his mouth worked it's way upwards, nibbling at her ass. He then spread her asscheeks wide. She had never felt so violated in her entire life and she loved it. A gasp escaped her lips as his tongue touched the rim of her ass. He licked up and down the length of her crack before settling in on her tiny puckered hole. "Oh my God, Yes!!" she moaned. Jessica had never felt anything so exquisite in her entire life. Jay reached a hand under her and began stroking her mound as he continued rimming her. He placed his lips around her asshole and pushed his tongue into her. She bit down hard on her own finger as he slid two fingers into her wet little cunt. He then pulled his face from Jessica's ass and unzipped his pants. "I bet you loved having my tongue up your ass, didn't you" Jay said, pulling his erect cock out of his pants. "Oh yes, I loved it!" she returned, looking back as him. He grabbed a hold of her hips and roughly pulled her up towards him. "I'll bet your sweet little boyfriend doesn't lick your ass does he?" "N..No." Jay placed the head of his dick at the entrance to Jessica's moist love tunnel. He started to push forward, then stopped. Jessica looked back at him with pleading eyes. "Please." she said. "Tell me what you want!" "I want you!" "No! Tell me what you want!" "I want your cock inside me!" Jessica let out a shriek as Jay buried himself to the hilt in her wet cooze. He immediately grabbed a hold of her slender hips and started pounding his dick into her. The force of his thrusts were causing Jessica's breasts to mash into the hood of the hot car. With each one she would inch a little farther up the hood. Jay would then pull her back down onto his thick, rock hard cock. Licking his finger, he placed it against her asshole and slid it inside as he fucked her. Jessica groaned with delight at the sensation of completely filled up. Between the sounds of Jay's hips bucking against her ass and her own sensuous moans, she heard another noise. It was the sound of an approaching vehicle! Jessica started to panic. She tried to get up but Jay held her in place, his finger and cock still embedded deep inside her. "Someone's coming!" she yelped, struggling against her lover. "Just relax." Jay said, holding her in place. She could hear the sound of the car getting closer. She looked to the side to see a car of teenage boys pull up beside her and Jay. The boys were calling out, and hooting as if they were at a strip club. Her face went bright red. Jay paid them no attention, and just continued fucking her. He changed from fast fucking to slow, deep thrusts as he leaned forward and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back. "Yeah! Fuck that slut!" The boys' cheering was unrelenting. That's what she was. A slut. She was supposed to be getting married in a week, but here she was on the side of a road somewhere getting fucked from behind while a bunch of horny teenagers cheered her on. "Do you like being watched?" Jay asked, pulling her head back even farther. Jessica grimaced from the pain as he slammed his dick into her hard, while holding her hair tightly in one hand. "Do you?" He repeated. "Yes. I love it! I feel so nasty!" Jay increased his fucking, sliding his tool in and out with abandon. "You are nasty, baby! A nasty little slut!" "Yes, I'm your nasty little slut!" Jessica's words must have set him off, because the instant she said them, Jay pulled out of her well-fucked pussy. Grabbing her hair, he spun her around and pushed her into a squatting position, bringing her level with his cock. His hand was fast at work, jerking his huge dick. Jessica just looked up into his eyes and opened her mouth. The first stream of jism splashed off her cheek and struck her in the eye.. The second landed right on her tongue. The third hit her in the chin, and she lowered he head to try and catch the rest of it in her succulent little mouth. When Jay was finally done, Jessica's face was a mess of cum, although she had managed to get most of the creamy liquid between her lips. The boys were really going wild now, and the humility was beginning to set in. "Way to go man!" one yelled to Jay. Jay only smiled and made his way back into the car. Jessica did her best to cover herself as she too, quickly got into the car. Jessica used her panties to wipe her face clean and started to get back into her normal clothes. "Uh uh!" Jay grabbed her clothes from her. Jessica crossed her arms feigning a look of anger. Jay looked over at her smiling. "You didn't get off yet. You have to finish the job." "By myself?" "That's right." "But I..." "Just do as I tell you." "Okay I guess I..." "Rub your clit!" Jessica did as she was told, pressing two fingers to her sensitive button.. She began to move her fingers in a circular motion applying pressure to her clit. "That's it baby. Rub your pussy!" Jessica closed her eyes and let her fingers work. The motion of the car and Jay's voice were acting together to turn her on. "Now take your finger and slide it into your tight little pussy." Jessica was starting to moan as she slipped a finger into her hot, wet hole. "What are you thinking about?" Jay asked. "Are you thinking about your husband? I doubt it. What are you thinking about, Jessica?" "I'm thinking about your cock!" "And what about my cock?" She was rubbing her clit faster now as he interrogated her. Her other hand was busy slipping a slender finger in and out of her pussy. "I'm thinking about you shoving your cock into my wet pussy." "Good. Now take your finger out and suck it!" She did as she was told, bringing her finger to her mouth and sucking it gently. "Now take that finger and put it up your asshole!" Jessica placed her wet finger against her puckered rim, and started to push. "That's it. Show me what a dirty little slut you are!" "Mmmmm," she moaned as her finger slipped in up to the knuckle. "You like when I call you a slut don't you?" "Uh huh!" Her body was starting to quiver. "I'm your little slut!" "Cum for me slut! Cum with your finger up your ass like the whore you are!" "OHH MY GODDDDDDDDD!! Jessica's body went into convulsions as she came to orgasm. Jay just smiled. After it had died down, she slumped down into the seat, fatigued and sweaty, staring out at the open road. Next stop: Las Vegas. To be Continued... Jessica Chan: Teenage Temptress We drop in for Mark Taylor's last class of the day. It's 5B for English, an experience he always approached with a degree of trepidation. Not a large group (around twenty or so) but they were far from straightforward. Sure enough, reprehensible activities are happening as he walks in. Some of the kids are in their seats but a sizeable and noisy group are gathered around something at the back of the room. 'Hey, no looking up her skirt,' rings out loud and clear, followed closely by 'Bet he's getting a hard-on!' and raucous laughter. Mark goes over to see what the fuss is about. What he finds, surprise surprise, is that Keith Trotter, quintessential class nerd, is being bullied. Today's variant Mark hasn't seen before: Keith is prostrate on the ground and being forced to grovel to one of the girls. He's on his belly kissing her feet and telling her how gorgeous she is. Those watching are finding this spectacle hilarious, needless to say. The girl herself, Jessica Chan, is in hysterics. 'What the hell is going on here?' Greg Bryant, Keith's persecutor-in-chief, looks round at Mark, no trace of fear or remorse. His father is a major donor to the school. He's bullet-proof. 'Trotter was just worshiping the Empress.' Keith, red-faced and humiliated, has lumbered to his feet and is staring down at the floor. 'The Empress?' Mark is conscious of showing a little too much interest. 'That's me, Mr Taylor,' grinned Jessica. 'I'm an Empress. Didn't you know?' In a manner of speaking this was true: Jessica Chan was a beauty, the hottest girl in school, a luscious oriental honey with a devastatingly pretty face and the sort of figure that wet dreams are made of, all of which meant she definitely had the power of an Empress when it came to the boys. It was a power Jessica was aware of and one she abused quite shamelessly; she had all the boys (including big bad Greg Bryant and his gang of bullies) infatuated and wrapped around her finger. As far as Mark was aware no boy in school had gotten anywhere with Jessica but this didn't stop them forever panting after her. Gluttons for punishment because all she did was torment them with what they yearned for but couldn't have. The girl was barely eighteen but already a world class prick tease. 'No, Jessica, I can't say I did.' As always Mark feels a little weak around Jessica Chan. It wasn't only the boys who were in thrall to her. 'It was only a bit of fun, Sir. You're not mad, are you?' Jessica is pouting prettily, knowing she isn't in any trouble. 'Um, well, let's just get started, shall we?' mumbled Mark, his gaze lingering longer than a teacher's should on various parts of Jessica's anatomy, something her outfit does absolutely nothing to discourage. She's in full 'teenage temptress' mode today: short clingy skirt to show off her stunning legs, skimpy spaghetti top (no bra) which offers up oodles of mouth-watering cleavage, beautifully pedicured feet in open-toed sandals - jesus, it was enough to induce a coronary. His attention hasn't gone unnoticed. A smug smile flits across Jessica's lovely features. She knows how sexy she's looking and she's pleased with the effect on her teacher. Mark finally gets the kids to their desks and the lesson started. It ought to be an easy one (he has them sitting there attempting to write a short piece on Beckett) but within a few minutes he's losing focus on what he's meant to be doing (which is marking their last essay). The reason for this isn't that he was on 'mission impossible' trying to teach this bunch much of anything about English Lit (though he was), or that it's a hotly humid day and the air conditioning isn't working properly (though it is and it isn't), no, the reason Mark is struggling is that he's being savagely distracted by Jessica Chan. Jessica's lovely legs are angled out into the aisle and she's continually crossing and re-crossing them, the performance choreographed so that her skirt rides ever further up her honeyed thighs. She's sat by the wall on his right, about halfway down, and it's a small room, so Mark has an excellent view from his desk at the front. And the view is tantalising in the extreme. How the fuck is he meant to concentrate? Although actually he is concentrating: he's concentrating on feeding his fevered imagination, stealing as many burning glances as he can in Jessica's direction. He knew it was unprofessional to be ogling one of his female pupils, and a bit creepy too, he supposed, what with him being middle-aged and married. Trouble was, his wife was also middle-aged and married. Things weren't that 'exciting' at home. He was frustrated and susceptible. It wouldn't be quite so uncomfortable for Mark if Jessica didn't intuit the situation, didn't sense the lust rioting inside him, but of course she did. She knew that merely her presence in his class got him all flustered. She also knew she held all the cards. If 'Mr Taylor' so much as laid a finger on her, no matter the provocation, it'd be instant dismissal and maybe worse. For a confirmed prick teaser like Jessica Chan there was only one way to play a scenario like that. Mark sneaks yet another lech, risks a slightly longer one this time. Had her skirt moved up another half a centimetre since he last checked maybe thirty seconds ago? Mark believed it had. He's not a hundred per cent sure but he reckons there's just a little more on display. At this point his study is interrupted by the subject itself because Jessica decides to tuck her legs under her desk and out of sight. Mark catches her eye and wishes that he hadn't: Jessica's gaze is triumphant and amused. He is being mocked. She's playing with him and wants him to know it. He looks away, embarrassed, forces himself to think about other things, deeply unsexy stuff like what was for dinner later, but it's futile; he's broiling with desire and the one and only thing he wants to do is stride manfully across to little Miss Chan over there, rip her clothes off and drill her senseless. The challenge, as always, was to get through the hour without attempting that. Easier said than done on days like this when the girl was on a mission to drive him wild. He tries another technique, looking instead at Eleanor Harris, a sadly unattractive girl sat in the middle of the front row, but that doesn't work either, it only gets him musing about the difference between the two girls; a physical contrast so complete that it was unfair to Eleanor them even being in the same room. He remembered the time a few weeks ago when Jessica and Eleanor had both been late, walking in together five minutes after class started. 'Hey, look, it's Beauty and the Beast,' was the loud and cruel jibe from one of the boys, Danny Burgess, and poor Eleanor's face had crumpled in dismay when she realised why people were snickering. And Jessica? Well the bitchy smile and the extra wiggle as she sauntered to her desk told the story. There's some seriously phallic stuff going on now with Jessica's pencil. She keeps fingering and stroking it, every so often slipping the fucking thing into her mouth and sucking on it. She isn't looking at Mark but she knows damn well he's watching. Christ. Could you be murderously jealous of a pencil? Yes, yes you could. A muffled cry. No need to check the source to know it will be Keith Trotter. Yep, he's getting the 'treatment' again. The desk directly behind Keith (pretty much in the middle of the room) was much sought after because of the opportunity it afforded to torment him during class and today it's been bagged by Jerry Zimmerman. What Jerry is doing, having finished his essay, is leaning forward and continually flicking at Keith's ears with a ruler. Keith is whimpering for him to stop and looking beseechingly in Mark's direction. Mark was getting sick and tired of this. Why the fuck didn't the kid stand up for himself? Usually he'd intervene, tell the bully to desist, but this time he just can't be bothered and he pretends not to have noticed. Jerry can hardly believe his luck and quickly graduates to rapping the top of Keith's head with his knuckles, doing it hard, making Keith cry out in pain. The rest of the class see what is happening and start tittering. 'Quiet please,' Mark announces. 'Stop it, Jerry,' he adds, deciding it's gone far enough. Jerry settles back in his chair. He has an insouciant grin on his face. 'Sorry, Sir,' he says, clearly not. Keith carries on silently sobbing and Mark looks at him with distaste. God, he really was pathetic. The stuff that got done to him and he just seemed to suck it up. Because Mark has heard the stories, all the teachers had, he's heard about the horrors inflicted on Keith Trotter when there was no member of staff around to protect him. Any case, this was the usual deal with this class: Trotter getting picked on and Jessica Chan playing the temptress. If it weren't for these two things it'd be a breeze. The 'temptress' in question has taken to toying with her spaghetti straps. They're prone to sliding down over her shoulders and she has to keep pushing them back in place. She never seems to quite manage it, for some reason, and they stay kind of half up and half down. Finally Jessica admits defeat, she decides that the straps aren't needed and wriggles her arms free, the scanty top now quite precariously positioned; it's just about barely in place, the only factor preventing total disclosure being that her boobs are large and firm enough to stop it falling all the way off. Fuck, she was driving him absolutely crazy! Catching him staring -- or dribbling would be more accurate - Jessica preens and flicks her hair. The little tease is having a whale of a time: she has her poor teacher on a spit and it's just a matter of how thoroughly she wants to roast him. She stretches languorously in her chair, arms above and behind her head, meaning that the action switches, the lower edge of this tantalising top of hers now commanding the attention as it climbs up her belly to unveil several inches of tanned and perfectly toned torso. Her fabulous tits are overtly straining against the flimsy material. Mark is patently leering by this point, he couldn't help it. The view is delicious and maddening in equal measure. Two specific thoughts are tormenting him: (1) that he could go over there and the force in his little finger would be sufficient to dislodge Jessica's top and reveal her luscious breasts in all their glory, and (2) that he couldn't. So he opts for the only viable alternative: he sits there and suffers. Jessica's smirking intensifies as she observes the effect on her victim. She knows precisely what's occurring with her top, is perfectly aware of the turmoil she's causing. She was taunting Mark quite openly now. There isn't the tiniest shred of pretence at innocence. The next time she catches him looking she grins right at him and brazenly sticks her tongue out. Then she leans forward to write something on her pad and the abrupt movement is the last straw for the (now strapless) top. It slips and, oh sweet jesus, her juicy melons come tumbling out. Jessica reacts swiftly, pulls her top up, gets the straps sorted (properly this time), but the lingering glimpse of her magnificent breasts, nipples and all, is burned indelibly on Mark's brain. He couldn't say with certainty just how many sleepless nights it was going to mean. Maybe just a couple of hundred if he was lucky. Oh god. Jessica looks thoughtful for a moment. Has she had enough fun for one day? Has she finished with her 'torture teacher' game? The answer comes soon enough. She runs her tongue slowly and lasciviously round her lips and at the same time resumes the gratuitous flaunting of her legs, the crossing and re-crossing 'routine' even more erotic than before. With a wicked grin in Mark's direction she loosens one of her sandals and dangles it seductively from the end of her toes. Mark is mesmerised and he isn't the only one. Her malicious teasing might be directed at 'teacher' but it was also shattering the composure of those boys who happened to be sitting within eyeshot. Mark sees agonised longing etched across a number of adolescent faces. He doubts their essays on Beckett will amount to much. Todd Walker, sat diagonally behind Jessica and therefore with a great view of what she was doing, is really suffering: poor kid's tongue is hanging out as he stares at Jessica's spectacular legs and he's fiddling surreptitiously with his trousers. Mark has problems down there too and he gives thanks that he's behind his desk rather than stood in front of it. He's sweating quite profusely and he has a throbber of an erection. 'Stop it, Jessica, for fuck's sake,' he murmurs under his breath. But no such luck. What she's doing now is lazily scratching an 'itch' on the inside of her thigh, located right up under her skirt. Mark could see a sliver of white lace. Her finger drifts higher and, oh god, she's stroking her pussy through her panties! Taking her sweet time about it too. Damn the girl! Mark is losing it now, unsure how he was going to survive to the bell. He has to stop staring at this diabolical little cock teaser otherwise he'll explode there and then and make a mess of his pants. With an effort that can fairly be described as 'heroic' he drags his eyes away and stares sightlessly down at the pile of essays on the desk in front of him. He selects one and pretends to read. He keeps this up for about five minutes and although he hasn't processed a single word he congratulates himself for not looking up and checking on the gorgeous Jessica Chan more than maybe a dozen times. Not such a triumph, in truth, because even when he isn't looking at Jessica he's having torrid fantasies about her. Still, only a few minutes to go and he could do what he often needed to after this class: beetle off to the toilets, find a cubicle, and 'take care' of himself in that regard. Live to fight another day.