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TAME ME By Vivian
Wilde Copyright ©
2015 Vivian Wilde License Notes This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters,
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giveaways and bonuses, sign-up for my newsletter: Chapter 1 Gina, Ashley, and I
didn't speak about our time with Mr. Taykey for
weeks. We avoided each other as we walked out of the bathroom, ashamed yet
glowing with what we had just done. We kept this game of hide and seek up at
school and faked our best smiles when around Misty. The problem was I wasn't
ashamed at what we did. I didn't mind being his pet, his play thing, his
pleasure. But from their reactions, I felt like I had to play along, like Mr. Taykey's throbbing cock hadn't been on my mind since the
moment in left the depths of my purring cunt. I daydreamed about him
during class, my notebook remaining on a blank page as the professor droned on
and on about European history, something I was usually fond of. But Mr. Taykey's hip bones etching a V-line trail down to his most
prized possession wouldn't clear from my memory. I was mystified
by its power, with the memory of it thrusting into my tight pussy and gliding
up my slick walls, painting a masterpiece inside of me with his delicious cum. I crossed my legs under
my desk, eyes fluttering shut from the intensity of the zing traveling down
between my thighs. Its travels ended at my opening, a flurry of tickles teasing
my lips in a dripping sensation as they dampened the cotton of my white
panties. He was a god. I, his
human experiment. I couldn't wait for
Friday. I needed him now. I grabbed my book bag
and quickly put my notebook and pen inside of it. Ripping it from the floor, I
scurried out of the classroom ignoring the professor's attempts to shame me. He
didn't know that's what I was running towards, not from. Chapter 2 I rode the bus all the
way across town to Misty's house and ran up the stone sidewalk to the porch.
The frills of my plaid skirt teased the backs of my thighs in the breeze as I
rang the doorbell, eager for Mr. Taykey to open the
door and ravish me before I got a chance to tell him why I was here. He didn't disappoint. The door opened just
enough for an arm to slip through and pull me inside. I stumbled in, firm hands
the only thing keeping me from colliding with the floor. When he pulled me
towards him, I saw the same flicker of shame cast in his eyes for a mere moment
before lust booted up in his pupils. "Mr. Taykey,"
I said desperately. "Forgive me. I-I just-" "You what, Samantha?"
Mr. Taykey said sternly. Oh god, I'd made a
mistake. He was busy. I had interrupted his day, stepped out of place. He was
going to hate me now. There was only one thing left to do - confess. "I need you," I
breathed. I gulped and took a step into him, testing the waters. He didn't
budge. "I can't wait until Friday to fulfill your wishes. I need you now." At those words, his
hands lowered to my hips and then further to the bottom of my skirt draped over
thighs. With a light tug, he pulled on the fringe, as if to say it wasn't long
enough. "Well, I wouldn't want
you roaming the streets with this on," Mr. Taykey
said. "You pass the wrong man on the street and you may find yourself in more
than just trouble, young lady." As I tried to wrap my
brain around the turn of events, he picked me up by my ass and set me down on
the desk that housed his key dish and mail. His fingers gently swooped under my
jacket and slid its sleeves down my arms, sending shivers as the fabric pulled
at my baby arm hair. As he pulled it off of me completely, his lips sealed
against my neck. His fingers found the
top button of my blouse and slowly undid it, lips following each new section of
revealed skin as each button freed from its slot. My nipples tightened pushing
prickles against the fabric of my shirt as my chest inflated to meet his mouth. "Mmm,
sweetheart," Mr. Taykey said. "You know how to stir
an old man's cock." |