1. After School Hours


    Date: 6/23/2016, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: FieryRedhead_, Source: LushStories

    Jack Moriarty sat alone in his classroom and sighed at the amount of exam papers and work books he had to mark. He was sure he had less the previous day and the pile had not been touched; he came to the conclusion that they simply must come alive at night and breed with each other, creating a thousand more papers for him to mark. The room was dark and only dimly lit by his laptop, generating enough light for him to see just how much he fucking hated his life. He began checking his emails, trying to find something to do to waste time and keep him from marking a bunch of shit essays about Shakespeare. Every email had the subject of “Isabella Taylor-Clarke” and they all contained complaints and concerns from other teachers. Izzy was one of his Year 13 pupils who had a serious taste for trouble, and he had a serious taste for her. At 45 years old, Jack Moriarty was fully aware that lusting over his 18 year old pupil was something he should be ashamed of, but he couldn’t help it. She was a wild one, constantly getting into trouble and causing problems. Her latest misconduct involved a large sum of money going missing from the school, a collection of donations from students and staff to raise money for a local charity. Jack Moriarty knew it was Izzy who stole the money, he was more than certain. He watched with his own eyes as she entered the empty office unattended after school hours. He was going to follow after her to catch her in the act, but decided against it as he wondered ...
    if it might look inappropriate. He remained hidden and watched once more as she left holding the blue and white striped tin, the money rattling as she ran. £296 a local charity was missing out on, all because Isabella Taylor-Clarke was a conniving little thief with bad grades and an even worse attitude. She was undeserving of a place at the prestigious educational institute and Jack Moriarty believed she needed a good seeing to. With Izzy on his mind, he tread hot coals and searched her up on Facebook; it wasn’t the first time he had visited her page. He stared longingly at the pictures she had made public: hundreds from parties where she sported tight dresses that showed off her dark caramel skin and her voluptuous curves. Just flicking through them made his cock stir in his pants and he was desperate to relieve himself right there and then. “Mr Moriarty?” Jack clicked off the webpage faster than a gazelle with a lion on its trail, and he turned his head quickly with surprise, wondering who could possibly still be on the school grounds so late into the evening. Surprise, surprise: It was Isabella Taylor-Clarke. Jack felt a mixture of excitement and dread churning in his stomach and he smiled anxiously. This could only lead to trouble. “Izzy, what are you doing here?” He wasn’t sure whether to get up, stay sitting or run a mile. “You wanted to see me, Sir.” Izzy stepped into the light and Jack studied her intently. Her uniform during school hours was appalling, but outside it ...
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