5 comments/ 45392 views/ 12 favorites Sofie Ch. 02 By: CrissySnow Mr. Delano held Sofie's hand and looked around to see if any of the students were patrolling the halls. No one. He took one look inside the staff lounge which was spotless thanks to Whitney. Perfect, it too was vacant. Crudely he shoved Sofie into the room with all its rest chairs and spare desks then locked the door. "Well?" He tapped his foot irritably, his arms folded as he leaned against the door. "Well what? I'm sorry. Is that what you wanted to hear?" He didn't appear to be satisfied. "Not so fast. Don't you have something else to give me?" Clueless she looked at him blank and dazed. "Huh? What do you mean?" Warmth flushed her cheeks. Every beat of her pulse raced faster as he neared her personal space. "Oh, you are blushing now? Does the thought of me fucking you here with the door locked thrill you?" Mr. Delano caressed her tender cheeks. A whisper of a touch on her throat caused a rush of thoughts to flood into her mind. Sofie felt like the world would tip over. "What's wrong?" He asked. His actions, words, and his gentle touch had made her body react, but she denied it. "Nothing. I am not feeling well. Are we done here?" She uncomfortably rubbed at the excruciating ache in her thighs. "Doesn't seem like nothing," he said as his hand dropped and then slid up under her short skirt stroking the velvet brown surface of her skin. No one touched her there, but her own fingers. "Please don't," she protested as she twisted away. "I said I was sorry. I am sorry for writing those nasty things about you!" Her plea was a protest to leave the staff lounge. She worried that a teacher would unlock the door catching them in the act of his lust. To escape his manly presence wasn't that simple. By stepping even closer he refused to let her off the hook. "I like your writing," he cleared his throat, "Besides they are not nasty. I think you want to learn more than English from me. So if you can write another one of your filthy pieces about me I'll drop two of your lowest grades and you pass English." He grinned and continued to play with her delicate thighs. He brushed his fingertips against her pink dampened panties. "Ok, go on what else?" "Use your writing talent to give me full erotic details of what could have happened here in the teacher's lounge between us. Write your imaginations down for me. I want it in my inbox at midnight tonight. Not a minute before midnight and not a minute after! I have year-end reviews for students who are worth my time so don't waste mine." "Otherwise?" She knew there was more to this deal. "Otherwise I'll have you academically barred from any college in this district and expose this smut." Quickly he reached in his pocket then showed in his big palm a flash drive. He had made backup copies of all her writing for his eyes only to enjoy. "You wouldn't!" She protested. "Try me, Sofie. Don't give me what I want and I also assure you that your first time will be a memorable nightmare. I'll fuck and fill you with hot cum." Amused he groped at her breast. Underneath her thin blouse she felt the rise and hardening of her nipples. She should have worn a bra that day. "Why are you so mean?" She forced his needy touch away from her breast. "Mean? I have hardly just begun. You know you want me and after all you deserve to get fucked. If any of the staff found that filth you wrote about me, I would have been fired." "I don't want it this way. Not like this. I am done writing those things. I swear I won't do it ever again." "You are a terrible liar. I can tell by your voice. Look at your hands trembling and you can't even look me in the eye. Why don't you admit that you want to get fucked? Are you afraid of what I can do to you right here with the door locked?" Mr. Delano pressed his lips into hers not harshly, but just enough pressure for her to succumb. Sofie felt herself go weak as she melted with his kiss. A shiver of apprehension crept up her back and she gently pushed him away. He withdrew and stared into her brown eyes waiting for her to say something. Like a scared mouse she squeaked softly. "I can't do this. I just can't. I can't write like that anymore." "You know the penalties. Remember I usually get what I want and I know you are wet for me. Save the excitement you put into the netbook for me later. You'll need it if I tear into you." He kissed her on the cheek. Then he pressed his lips hard to her mouth and forced his hot tongue to touch hers. As quickly as he kissed her he turned and left Sofie alone and hot in the teacher's lounge. The next day Sofie was confused. She felt both sexy and repulsed by memory. "I am cramping really bad I am not going to class today," She told her Mom. To support the lie she hugged her midsection and balled over at the table as convincingly as possible. Two slices of fresh bacon and two eggs were placed in front of her. Sandra handed her a glass of orange juice and two tiny blue painkillers. "Take these and rest up a few hours then try to make it for the next class. I don't want you to ruin your attendance record." Concerned Sandra patted Sofie on the back. "Thanks. Why are you home it's Thursday and it's almost noon?" Quickly she swallowed the pills. "I went this morning. Your dad needs a ride to a job interview and I finished up some important stuff at the office this morning. You not here to play hooky with me are you?" Sandra suspiciously looked at her daughter. "No. Really my cramps are killing me." Sofie poked her tummy. "Ok. Did you notify the attendance office? You can't be missing class they'll drop you. College prep classes are expensive." "I did." She lied. "Alright well I need to leave now so he won't be late to..." The doorbell chimed unexpectedly. It chimed a second time. Annoyed Sandra made her way for the front door. Quietly in the kitchen Sofie listened for who or what it was while slowly finishing off breakfast. "Mrs. Jackson?" Sofie dropped her fork at the sound of that familiar voice at the door. "Yes?" Hesitant her mother asked. "Oh, I am sorry for showing up unannounced. I am Sofie's English teacher." Greeting her he reached out to Sandra for a friendly handshake. "Oh. Mr. Delano. Yes! I remember. Is there something wrong? Come on in." Unbelievable she let him in. Perspiration rolled down the sides of her temples. Both neared the kitchen as it felt like any moment her heart would explode. Take a breath, she told herself. "Oh everything is fine. I dropped by to do my year-end review early. Of course it's unusual to see Sofie not present this morning." Shit! Anxiety boiled over in her stomach, and at any moment breakfast would be all over the table in the most disgusting fashion. The devil himself showed up or rather he appeared neatly dressed in a fiery red polo and black slacks. In his hand he held not a pitchfork, but a hefty stack of papers. As she eyed the papers her heart sank into a void of dread. "Yes. I like to get my year-end review with parents before finals. I would like to quickly go over Sofie's writing and her grades with you Mrs. Jackson if you don't mind?" He smirked as he thumbed through the stack searching for whatever work Sofie turned in for the year. Silently, she waited in fear at the table as Mr. Delano sat next to Sofie. "Sure I have at least a bit of time then I have to leave. And she's not feeling well I do apologize." "Oh perfect that's enough time. Take a look at her first few graded essays. I think she'll make a great writer. She arouses the imagination in so many ways." He leered at her as her mother scanned over her daughter's work. He made a lewd gesture with his tongue directed at Sofie. Nervously she chewed her bottom lip and gripped the table cloth until her knuckles turned white as a few minutes went by. "Oh my, this is...I don't know what to say." Mouth gaped, eyes wide she looked at her daughter. Bastard! Sofie thought to herself. "It's great isn't it? Your sweet daughter has a knack for creative writing. She should major in English. It gets me very excited reading her essays. I get so engrossed that it's hard to continue reading. It really gets my imagination going." He looked to Sofie then to Sandra's chest. A few of her buttons were undone revealing a little of her cleavage. She was busty indeed, and he enjoyed ogling Sandra. Perv! "Sofie! I can't believe you wrote this!" "I can explain!" She objected in defense. "Honey, I didn't know you could write such a creative piece. I like it. It is very honest and sweet." Her mother flipped through other graded essays some not so stellar, but some deliberately fixed for this particular visit. "Which one is that mom?" She shifted in her chair as he moved casually closer. "Remember your first essay Sofie? You had to describe in detail what brings you pleasure. Descriptive details of what makes you tick as a human being. You did a good job on that one. As she spoke a devious grin spread across her tormentor's face as he pinched her inner thigh. She yelped in agreement. "Oh yes! I remember now." Sofie felt this was a cruel joke. She wondered if karma was as sick and perverted as her teacher. "Well, alright now looks like my baby is going to be a novelist someday." Proudly her mother boasted. Mr. Delano said nothing while relishing in Sofie's misery. He purposely planned more for his visit for more than just the year-end review. Mr. Delano asked her to sign off on the review and she thanked him for stopping by once again. He winked at Sandra then gave Sofie a threatening look. Sandra called out to her husband and the two were out the door in a swirl. Left in embarrassment she stood by the door. Parked outside Mr. Delano sat in his car while her parents drove off in a hurry. Relief washed over her like a calm wave of coolness, and she no longer felt the boiling anxiety of her stomach. What in God's name just happened? She rushed upstairs to get out of her tight uniform, and into her sweats and t-shirt. Stripped to her bare nothings she tossed her uniform on the floor. She managed to put on a shirt and nothing more. It was too much effort in finding sweats. The room slowed, and her eyelids were heavy. Sofie yawned and collapsed on her bed, landing on her back sprawled out from drowsiness. ************************ Time passed, nobody arrived home, and all the while Mr. Delano sat on the edge of her bed with a watchful eye. It was a risk that he took; oddly it paid off when he checked the front door a little earlier. He waited patiently for any movement as he watched her shift in a relaxing sleep. "Wake up." He patted her bare legs tracing the soft warmth of her skin. Once more she stirred from sleep, heavy lidded and confused as she saw Mr. Delano. She slowly blinked regaining reality. A blur, everything was a blur as she sat up awakened from sleep. "How the hell did you get in here?" She raised her voice. "By means of your carelessness." Dangerously he moved from the edge of the bed and crawled on top of her petite body, smashing his weight into hers. "Get off. I'm calling the cops." "I got your cell phone put away. If you want it you will suffer the consequences of the end of our arrangement." Sofie shoved him, and eyed the bedroom door. She called out for Sandra, but there wasn't an answer. Fear spread through her like wildfire, as she made a dash for the door. Mr. Delano pulled her back into the bedroom by the thin shirt she worn. The bedroom shook as her back banged the wall with a violent thud. Dizziness and desire muddled her brain as she felt the crash of the wall hit her head. The dominant touch of her teacher had her body in complete attention as he handled her in the roughest way possible. Is this what she wanted? The fantasy she envisioned was more subtle, soft, a scenario of loving control, not violently pushed up on the wall while he planted kisses on her neck and shoulders. Spots formed in the curve of her neck and he left a warm red moist impression where he sucked her flesh. He pressed his weight deeper into her, her body seemed hopeless under his control. The licking of his tongue on her cheeks sent a wave of tingles to her sex. The tip of his tongue tickled the corner of her lips. Sofie closed her eyes in disgust. One last lick then he pushed himself away to rip at her shirt. Buttons popped off and hit the floor with a soft ping. Her breast exposed made her feel ashamed in her mind, but eager in her body. She wanted him, but not like this. For an instant he laughed at her embarrassment. Any moment she hoped her parents would storm through the door to her rescue. But every car that passed outside on the neighborhood streets were just false sounds of hope. The phone was out of reach to call the police. Besides what would she tell them? This was all her fault. Sofie whimpered as he massaged her breast in his rough hands kneading her skin deeply. "This is what you wanted," he breathed in her ear, "This is what you wrote about, but you can't take it." He continued to massage her breast. Underneath his touch her nipples stiffened. It felt so good and so wrong at the same time. She opened her mouth to cry out for this to stop, but he ignored her. Mr. Delano looked down to reach lower toward her panties in-between her weakened legs. Both fingers slipped in between her lips below, he glided them back and forth teasing her body in sexual agony. "Oh, fuck." Sofie whimpered as he delved his finger into her virgin hole. "You are making this so much easier for me. You are so fucking wet you want to take this cock for the first time." Torn away her panties laid in shreds at her ankles. Thereafter without waiting he undressed himself before her, first his shirt went flying off fast and then he tossed his pants aside. Fully naked in front of her she took in his physique, her sex clenched firmer as she stared at his cock. It was even better than she imagined. His stiff cock carried girth and impressive length. He was neatly shaven below with just a trace of his pubic hair from his navel to his lower region. "On your knees." He demanded as he shoved her to the floor. Kneeling before him she was the perfect picture of a slut that worshipped cock. The tip brushed her lips and curiously she licked the salty precum. "Now suck." He held her head firmly as he pushed his hips forward; it forced her to take him in her innocent mouth. Just a little she gagged at the girth of his cock. Saltiness mixed with his unique masculine flavor coated her tongue. Was this what she had dreamed about? "Suck like you write. Suck me nice and good and swallow every last drop just like you wanted it." Deeper his cock slid into her throat she adjusted herself in the kneeling position to take him at ease. She relaxed her throat to keep her from gagging. She bobbed her head back and forth slow sucking him in. It pulsed in her mouth and he moaned with every effort of her oral ministrations. Pleasure ripped through his body, making his leg muscle tense up. "That's it Sofie...suck your favorite teacher's cock." His voice weakened in pleasure and his rhythm quickened with each thrust in her mouth. Saliva and precum dribbled down from the corners of her mouth then coated her chin. He stopped to pull her head from his slickened member. He stared at her with an intense cruel lust in his eyes. He jerked himself fast enough to a quick release. Hot white loads of his cream splattered all over her cheeks and mouth. From the corners of her lips she licked up his cream desperately curious as to what he tasted like in her mouth. The taste was salty with a hint of sweet, and something else unidentified to her taste buds. Eager for more she swallowed the rest as he smeared the rest of it into her mouth. "Good, girl." Slowly he recovered breathing steadily, as he regained composure. "Not bad for your first time." Now get on your bed, flat on your back. I want to see your pussy, get those legs spread." She obeyed his command and exposed the pink slick slit ready and aroused. The weight of his body pressed her into the soft bedding. Up and down her flushed puffy lips he traced the head of his cock, and he relished in her sticky essence. Ready to endure whatever pain he planned on inflicting, she closed her eyes shut while her jaw tensed up. Numbness made her cheeks ache as the rest of her sweet body tensed up. Part of her wanted this opening of her sex. Part of her dreaded the assault on her tenderness. Without another word he lined his hard shaft against her innocent opening. With a hard thrust she felt her maiden's barrier broken. Pain wrecked through her body as the burn of his initial thrust stretched her tight unused core. Gentle at first he withdrew then slammed back into her damaged channel. Another thrust into her and the soft walls clenched around him. "Tight so hot and tight." He wasn't going to last long ravishing every inch of her from the inside. Tears watered in her eyes as he pounded relentlessly into her. It was all for him, not at all for her this ravishment. Each thrust sent swells of pleasure to his balls and at any moment he would go over the edge. She had irritated him for the last time. Now her body would be filled with his seed. He had dreamed of cumming inside her. "Oh fuck!" He breathed, hardly containing himself lost in so much pleasure. Her warm silky walls tightened around him. He groaned and stopped in mid thrust to enjoy her clenched pussy. "Sofie..." He leaned over her body still inside her with his jet black hair drenched in sweat. "Don't... I can't take this anymore I want out. Stop!" "Shut up!" Both of his hands wrapped around her neck gradually the pressure of his grip tensed. Animalistic thrust took over as if possessed by a demon of pure lust. He drove himself deeper into her body. Like a machine his strokes filled and emptied her passage. Finally with a cry of triumph he emptied his balls a second time. Warm creamy cum splashed inside of her coating her soft walls. Several pulses of his hot seed shot into her. He groaned with the agony of his pleasure. A minute later he released himself from her. He smiled down at her while she ached in miserable discomfort. Cum, mixed with her arousal, and blood trickled down from her hole to the crack of her ass. Drenched in musky sweat he rested on top of her in a sense of satisfaction. Their scents mingled, as they laid there quietly on the bed recovering together. This was not the way she envisioned getting fucked by her teacher. Nothing like it at all. The pain inside dissipated. What just happened? Why? "Get cleaned up, I am leaving. By the way I left something for you on the table. I'm sure you've been dying to get it back." He remarked before getting dressed. She rose up and stared at him. In a moment he was gone and she heard the door slam shut. Part of her lingered unsatisfied. She wanted more because her fantasies were left in ruin. There was a feeling of wanting to be more than used and abused. Every fantasy recorded in her diary became nothing more than a nightmare as he promised. Those hopes of her inner self were no longer enjoyable. Her visions of innocence were gone forever. Quietness settled down in her bedroom as she lay back wondering what went wrong. Her fantasy was ruined. She was trash now. What man would ever touch her now in love? A single tear appeared on her cheek.