After School Hours - Sex Stories

After School Hours

... into her hands in frustration. Jack felt such an intense atmosphere of what could only be described as awkwardness. He didn’t want to expose Izzy’s crime but he was one of those employees that would never put a foot wrong in fear of getting into trouble. He enjoyed having Izzy in his English class; she was like a piece of artwork that was captivating to look at. He knew if he told the authorities what he had saw, she would most definitely at the very least be excluded. How would he get new material for his wank bank? “Please Sir, please don’t tell anyone,” she sulked, her eyes dropping to the floor with guilt. “Oh Izzy, I simply must. How can I not?” Jack mumbled. Izzy’s eyes lit up with excitement as a dangerous thought entered her mind. “Maybe we could arrange something,” she smiled sweetly as she uncrossed her legs and parted them slightly, allowing Jack to get a very sly peak of her red laced panties. Like assumed, his eyes directly fell in between her legs and subconsciously he licked his lips hungrily. Izzy hopped off of the table and slowly walked over to his desk. The closer she got towards him, the more electricity sizzled between them both. She knew she was playing with him, toying with his mind and his emotions. Izzy actually didn’t have that much interest or care in Jack Moriarty; but she needed him to keep his mouth shut and didn’t mind what she had to do to ensure this. She knew her English teacher had naughty thoughts about her so she wanted to use that to her ...

... advantage. “What kind of arrangement?” Jack laughed nervously. He stared at her longingly and all he wanted to do was strip her down and fuck her right there and then on his desk. He could feel his cock growing harder by the minute as he imagined ramming it into her small wet mouth, hearing her gag as she struggled to take it all at once. “I will do whatever you want me to do just as long as you don’t tell anybody that it was me who stole the money and you replace it yourself in the morning” she whispered seductively, unbuttoning another clasp on her shirt. “I know you’re attracted to me Mr Moriarty, and everything will stay between just us two.” Jack couldn’t believe what was going on. His mouth turned dry like he was chewing wood and his palms began to sweat as Izzy moved just a fraction closer to him. “Isabella, what do you think you’re doing?” He gasped in shock. “I don’t have any of the money left, and I know that you are more than wealthy,” she said, unbuttoning another button on her shirt, leaving it almost open. “I think you should leave – we both should leave, it’s getting really late and I think they’ll be closing the school soon,” Jack stuttered urgently. He shot up and decreased his proximity to Izzy, walking around the desk and standing gormlessly by the door. His hard on was completely noticeable and Izzy looked down at it with a smirk, arching her eyebrows. “But I don’t want to leave yet,” she pouted playfully, her hands sitting on her perfect curvy waist. “And ...