I could see the car already from the few hundred feet of distance. At this point I somehow managed to make out his face and as I got closer-- that sweet, charming smile that always made my heart melt.
I hiked up my book bag properly upon my shoulder and ran full speed towards the car, just so happy to see him and relieved that school was over for the day.

As I approached the car, I watched through the window as Mark reached over and unlocked the door for me before I could get in. His eyes lit up at my presence and I'm sure mine were doing the same. Although I was happy to see some of my friends again, nothing compared to spending time with Mark and every moment was something I cherished.

"Got any homework," Mark inquired buckling his seat belt once again as I got into the passenger side. I hadn't even been in the car ten seconds and he was already asking me about homework. The very thought of having to do homework again made me groan in annoyance, and especially living with and dating a teacher, I knew Mark was probably going to take my education more seriously then I would. "My day was great babe, thanks for asking!"

At first Mark seemed confused by my statement but quickly caught onto my sarcasm, greeting it with a snicker. "No, I don't. My teacher's this semester aren't like you. They didn't give homework on the first day. Instead we just went over course outlines and shit." Before putting the car into drive Mark reached across the arm rest taking a hold of my hand. It seemed so out of the blue and it was easy to sense he missed me, probably as much as I missed him.

"Alright Smart ass. Well who do you have this semester?" Mark's playful attitude made me grin. With my free hand I shoved my book bag down between my legs onto the floor, and reached for the button to turn on the AC."I have... Mrs. Fernandez, Ms. Anderson, Mr. Galloway and Ms. Miller."--"Oh wow, you've got it easy this semester. No wonder you don't have homework."

I didn't feel I was so lucky in the slightest. Ms. Fernandez has almost as bad a reputation for being a hardass as Mark did at my school, and I knew I should just enjoy the day without homework while I can as I was more then positive that it wouldn't last long. "So how did your day go? Was it as bad as you expected," I asked curiously just as we approached a red light.

I could tell just by the way Mark gripped a hold of the steering wheel, it probably didn't go over very well. He didn't even have to say anything, I already knew something was on his mind. "This school's so fucking backwards compared to the other. I've got a shit ton of papers about school policy's I have to sign off on, and they want me to redo my course outline. It's just been a rough day... rough few days actually."

Although that didn't exactly sound unreasonable to me, I could see Mark's body tensing up over the thought. I may not have understood how much work that may actually require of him, but it was enough to clearly be stressing him out. "Like for fuck sake, I just want to get home and relax... GO ASSHOLE THE LIGHT'S GREEN!"

That little outburst was enough to make me want to go into a fit of laughter, but I had to hold back. Just judging by how much Mark had cursed since I've been in the car, it was clear to see he was under a lot more stress and pressure at his new school then I probably realized. It was only the first day and Mark already looked so drained, and I was a little bummed there was probably nothing I could do to help him.

The remainder of the car ride home, Mark was very uncharacteristically quiet. At first when be picked me up he seemed relatively cheerful but as soon as I asked him about his day, he went off. Even though he told me what's up, I still couldn't figure out just what the big deal was. As we pulled into the driveway, and parked the car that was when the quietness became eerie.

Even though we had parked he appeared to be in no rush to get inside. Instead he sat there, staring off into space looking as if he was grinding his teeth. "Babe... Are you sure you're okay?" If there was something else on his mind, I needed to know. I was able to help ease his mind earlier, and I'd be more then willing to try and do it again.

I tore off my seat belt, reaching over to his shoulder and gently ran my fingers over the shoulder pads of his jacket. Mark responded with a deep sigh, before leaning down and resting his forehead between his hands on the steering wheel. "I've got my work cut out for me. It doesn't help that I had a terrible sleep last night, and most of my new students have zero respect for me."

'Bingo.' Now it suddenly made sense. Even for being a teacher, Mark was even less of a morning person then I was. Knowing he had a terrible sleep matched up with the stress and pressure of starting a new job and disrespectful students, I could see why he didn't seem like himself. However, unfortunately, that wasn't exactly something I could help with.

"You'll be fine, you know that just as much as I do. You'll get a much better sleep tonight and you can start fresh tomorrow. I understand a new job is stressful, and I can only imagine how disastrous your day seemed today but you're home now. Get your outline and papers done now then you can spend all night relaxing... with me."

Mark perked his head up and, his bright softened eyes said it all. There was a small grin that was forming and he reached up onto his shoulder, tapping gently onto my hand. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Thank you." The reward for my kind, well thought out suggestion was a slight kiss to my hand before he pulled off his seat belt, and stepped out of the car. Having been satisfied with the conversation knowing I made him feel the slightest bit better, I let out a deep sigh of relief and pulled my book bag up to my lap, taking it with me when I stepped out of the car.

I approached the door, and Mark soon followed with keys and briefcase in hand. "Wait hold on a second," I managed through slight giggles as I reached into my side pocket. Mark halted a few feet away in confusion and watched with curiosity as I went into my pocket. "I wanna break it in," I confessed having pulled my new house key out of my jeans pocket, inserting it into the door.

A few light clicks were heard, and I reached for the knob, turning it to the left and opening the door wide open. "I wish I had time to break you in," Mark snarled into my ear, smacking my ass as he passed me and headed inside. The very thought made me blush, and the nice firm smack to my ass sent a cold shiver down my spine.

I quivered as I felt the spot where his hand made contact heat up, almost seeming as if I could feel it swelling. The shutter that assaulted my spine was enough to instantly make my nipples erect and rock solid. 'Break me in... what a good idea. That should relax him.' I stepped inside, shutting and locking the door behind me and kicked my shoes off immediately. By the time I spun around to spit out my suggestion of a little relaxation time to Mark, I found he had vanished.

His jacket was swung over the back of one of the kitchen chairs, and car keys were already carelessly thrown onto the kitchen counter. "Mark," I called out into the seemingly empty house wondering where he went. His usual routine was to grab a drink when he gets in for the night. However, at the rate he disappeared he couldn't have possibly had the time to pour himself a glass of wine already. "I'm in the office, taking your advice."

'Perfect.' I got giddy and smiled to myself realizing I still had an I.O.U to keep and after the day he had, he should de-stress. Without hesitation I began to strip right there in the middle of the kitchen, flinging my shirt across the room and dropping my jeans to the floor. Mark clearly had such a rough day and deserved a little down time, something both of us clearly wanted.

In just my violet bra and matching g-string, I stepped out of my jeans and proceed to the cupboard retrieving a wine glass from the top shelf before opening the fridge. As I poured Mark a glass of wine, I found myself snickering at what his reaction to this might be. I had no idea at first what I had in mind, however quickly recalled the memory of our role play and remembered Mr. Fischbach saying he'd want to see me again.

Just recalling the memory sent a tidal wave of excitement over my head, and gave me goosebumps from head to toe. With eager anticipation I grasped a hold of the memory and onto the full glass of wine, taking it with me down the hallway.

When I approached the silent office space I found Mark slouched in his computer chair at his desk, completely enveloped in the papers sprawled out across his desk. Forehead resting onto his left hand, pen in his right and, a complete scowl on his face as he peered down at the piles of paper.
He hadn't even begun and already he appeared to be so drained, and needed to unwind regardless if he had the time to do so. 'All work and no play make's Mr. Fischbach a dull boy.'

With his attention entirely focused on what was around him, I tiptoed my way over behind his chair, reaching from behind and setting the glass down in front of him. "You said you wanted to see me, sir?" I took notice to the way his ears perked up at the sound of my seductive slur, they were just begging to be attended too.

The shell of his ear flushed a deep shade of red and, the tiny hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. I ran my fingertips gently over those same hairs, and leaned forward into his ear, softly caressing the tinted flesh with my lips before proceeding with small nibbles allowing my teeth to graze the heated skin.

With my eyes closed I could only feel Mark lean himself back in his chair and into me, while deep groaning was heard in the back of his throat. His subtle groans almost sounded like soft purring, and hearing him groan because of me was possibly one of the most sexiest things I've ever had a guy do. I found not to long after I had begun my playful love bites to his earlobe, his hand had guided itself to the top of my head and, he griped a firm hold onto a small lock of my hair.

"S-s-so we're doing this again are we?" His stutter only suggested to me that he loved what I was doing and, the shakiness of his hand through my hair was nothing but total confirmation. I was forced to release my gentle grip on his earlobe when he practically ripped it out of my mouth and spun his chair around. Wide eyes full of wonder and lust studied my near naked body up and down. His mouth fell into a hinged open position, and I knew he was gonna have to bring himself to 'make time for me.'

Burning bright in his gaze was a build up of fire and desire, that was suggestive at best. I could almost hear his body whispering 'I want you,' and I was in no position to deny him of what he so desperately needed and deserved. The way he bit down on his bottom lip as he allowed his glare to graze over my skin was so inviting.

His eyes bore into me with such hunger, and a fury like fire that drove me absolutely crazy. "I believe you took an I.O.U this morning," I whispered reaching behind myself to unclip my bra for him. Just as I shuffled my bra from off my shoulders allowing it to fall to my feet, Mark leaned back again in his chair, welcoming me onto his clothed lap with a couple of light pats to his right knee.

Mark reached out for my hand, tugging me towards him in with I responded with taking a straddling position over his lap. The growl I heard from him just as my lower half made contact with his hardening member made my stomach twist into a knot, and my toes to curl with anticipation.

Soon enough, his strong heated hands made contact with my bare back, slowly trailing down towards my ass. As he buried his face in between my cleavage, I hastily started unbuttoning his shirt and continued to grind myself again him. The humming vibrations of the groans made against my sensitive skin was almost indescribable, and made me tense up with a shutter.

Mark took that opportunity to pull away from my breasts, and brought his attention to my near trembling lips. At first his plump, supple skin just grazed over my bottom lip as if to tease me but, soon I bared witness to their parting ways and, the only thought I had in the moment was, the need to please him. Just as our lips made full contact I took a deep breath I knew I would need, and I breathed in his cologne, his breath and what felt to be his very being.

I let loose of my hold on the buttons of his shirt, and instead repositioned both my hands up around his neck. The soft brush of his mouth against mine caused my heart to feel as if it had come to a sudden halt, and made my knees weak. I just couldn't recall the last time we had shared a kiss like this and, with that thought I absolutely melted into him.

The sensation seemed almost like an unframiliar spark, and it caused my face to flame hot. He pushed deeply against my mouth and then his tongue gently brushed against my lips, begging for entry. I clung to him tighter as my head twisted to the right and then the left, before finally surrendering to him. As my lips parted ever so slightly it didn't take long before he slithered into my willing mouth, allowing himself to devour me.

As his erection became more pronounced, I continued to grind my core against making me moan out and into his mouth. I felt his lips curve slightly upwards, and then Mark took tighter grip onto my asscheeks and stood up. I had no choice but to lock my legs around his waist as we traveled a few feet, never breaking from out embrace. During the move, I wrestled his dress shirt vigerously from around his shoulders and heard it drop to the floor.

As soon as my ass made contact with the cool leather of the arm on the reclining chair, he removed his hands and pulled away from my lips. Looking up at him with curiosity as to why he halted his actions, it seemed as though he had the devil in his eyes but yet he looked so good with just the tie around his neck.

"Let's see how obedient you're willing to be this time around," he snarled. I swallowed hard and shivered at those words, not knowing what to expect. That's when it sank in for me that this was probably going to be something completely different then what I was accustom to.

I sat comfortably upon the arm of the chair almost as if waiting for instructions. Instead of using words I was forced to lean back into the chair at a near 75 degree angle, using my weakened arms to prop myself up on the other arm rest behind me. My arms shook violently as I tried my best to keep myself propped up and Mark pushed my legs apart, moving my panties off to the side. I drew a deep cool breath, closed my eyes and arched my back just waiting on his next move.

With both of his hands on my knees, I felt slow movement followed by his warm breath against my outer core. Just his breath alone made my legs tremble, and I almost lost my balance. "Uh... Oh, mmmm Mr. Fischbach, you know just how to touch me," I whined as his slippery wet tongue trailed from my clit down the slit then back up. He licked and lapped at the inner folds as if his life were depending upon it, and each new movement twisted my stomach muscles into a tighter knot.

I found myself clenching my abdomen muscles and through my head backwards just swiping the top passed the bookcase. Even if I had hit my head at this particular moment, I don't think it would have been enough to bother me, I was just too caught up in the moment. As I became wetter from both his saliva and my own moisture there came an internal reaction to want to grind myself against his face, in which I did.

My head was spinning as I allowed myself to submit to my body's overwhelming tidal wave of ecstasy and, the louder I became the more aggressive his tongue assaulted me. I felt his teeth gently press against the inner skin as he smiled into me for a brief moment, and let out a small chuckle, which sent a murmur of vibrations up through my entire body.

"You taste so sweet baby," he confessed deepening his tongue into my core.  I let out a loud audible gasp when his tongue just gently swept against a sweet spot, and my fingertips griped a tight lock into the leather of the chair. "Mark... you know my body so well. You're gonna make me cum."

I felt the soft curling of his tongue followed my a swivel motion and then, a feeling similar to an electric shock that hit me like a ton of bricks. The feeling of shock came and went several times but, each time it did, it left me eagerly awaiting the next time it would pass through my body.

Without warning, just as I felt like I was getting close to climaxing Mark pulled himself back. Unable to understand why he would, I opened my eyes and was confronted with fogged up glasses and a wet face inches away from my own. The weight of his body over top of me forced me to lose my balance and fall into the chair, and with that came the swift, violent plundering of my inner walls. "Cum for me," he demanded, planting his lips firmly against mine as he allowed his fingers to drift further and further towards my cervix opening.

At first the depth was a bit of a discomfort but, matched with messy clit stimulation, I allowed myself to ease up. Eventually the pumping became a comfortable pace, and with that I began to unravel. My hips began to buck at such an uneven pace, meeting his fingers with every thrust, until the moment I lost my absolute mind. "I'm cu---" I was unable to finish my sentence in between our kiss before I was cut off and knocked into burly haze of a mind numbing, toe curling, teeth clenching state of euphoria.

"That's not fair, this was suppose to be all about helping you unwind," I playfully complained trying to catch my breath. My heart was pumping at a speed of what seem like a million miles and hour, and I tingled from head to toe. It wasn't very often Mark would eat me out as usually it's there's very little foreplay. However, it was nice to be 'treated' for a change.

As I opened my eyes again, I was greeted by Mark's one eyebrow that had slanted at my statement and an unsettling grimace smirk painted his face. "Who said we were finished?" There was something almost maniacal about the way those words rolled of his tongue, and although I wasn't sure if my body could handle another round, I just couldn't say no.

"You can't even imagine how badly I've wanted to take you over my desk," Mark uttered in the mix of licking his fingers clean of my juices. A part of me wondered if he was just keeping with the role play or if he was making a genuine confession, but either way the very thought made my body tense up and caused my blood to run cold.

When Mark was my teacher I always found myself fantasizing of exactly that, being bent over his desk while he has is way with me.... it was all I ever wanted. I watched Mark motion his head towards his computer desk with a light smirk and, I realized then that, our shared fantasy was a mere moment away from becoming reality. We may not have been in the classroom but, we could sure pretend.

With having received my silent command and, watching Mr. Fischbach's eyes change from a warm shade of brown to almost blackened with desire, I could see the gears turning inside his head. Wondering what was on his mind made me extremely anxious from both nerves and excitement and made me shutter to think about. I brought myself to a standing position and I wasn't on my feet for longer then two seconds before I was guided to the desk, and bent forward. Still coming down from my first climax, just his touch to my back seemed almost paralyzing and my mind was already heading into yet another whirlwind of unhinging.

I stretched out reaching across the table griping my fingertips around the edge of the desk as if in preparation and wiggled my way out of my panties, as Mark brought them down to my ankles.  What happened next was something I certainly didn't expect, nor could I have possibly prepared myself for. I heard the sound of silk sliding against silk before finally, my vision came to a darkened impairment followed by a tightening around the back of my head.

The element of uncertainty and being caught off guard caused me to yelp out in surprise. Whatever was around my eyes acting like a blindfold and hanging down my face a bit, smelled strongly of Mark's scent. At first, I thought it was kind of fun, but quickly I had an unsettling knot of nerves sink into the pit of my stomach because I had no idea what was going on, and I didn't like that.

When I found a part of me beginning to panic, I reached up and grabbed at the fabric that was concealing my vision. "Babe, what are you doing," I whined. Just having grazed my fingertips over the soft velvet like silk, I realized very quickly that it was Mark's tie and that really made my heart race.

"Don't worry about it. You trust me right," he snapped reaching out for both of my arms, placing each hand individually upon the middle of my back. Of course, there was no doubt in my mind that I trusted him and, although I was curious as to what was going on I didn't question but instead went with it. "Mmmhmm," I murmured against the wood of the desk, a near nervous wreck.

I allowed my shoulders to fall back into a comfortable and relaxed state, placing my trust entirely with Mark. Being blindfolded wasn't exactly something I ever really thought about bur, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't enjoying it. Although at first it produced panic the mystery behind temporarily losing my ability to see was an absolute thrill. "Come on. Don't keep me waiting, sir. You got me right where you want me, now show me what you're gonna do," I playfully teased wiggling my ass against his clothed erection.

He kept silent, and instead greeted my vulnerable state by leaning into me. He gripped a tight lock around my hands holding them in place with one of his own and proceeded to plant hard, sloppy kisses from the small of my back to my shoulder blades. As the open air skimmed against each wet spot along my backside it left me with appropriate chills, instantly making me shake. I had never really noticed how chilling sloppy kisses could be until I lost the use of one of my scenes.

"You know..." Mark started between kisses that were now moving up to the crook of my neck. "It's said when you lose one of your five senses, it heightens the other four." I smiled to myself hearing that in the moment because, already it seemed like I was experiencing that phenomenon first hand. "I know, I'm already picking up on that."

The trembling that occurred just by his breath bouncing off my neck and hitting my ear was unlike anything I had ever known. It was like it started out as a small tingling sensation in my stomach that swooped into my very core before rapidly dispersing in a simultaneous explosion across my body. "Well let's see how it feels when you lose another, shall we?"

As soon as Mark's weight disappeared from off of me, anxiety set in. My breath caught in the back of my throat and I choked, considering what else he may have planned. I didn't even know how to verbally respond to his statement but, if nothing... I was intrigued.

My ears began to twitch when the only sound in the room other then my own breathing was what sounded as if he were undoing his trousers. The noise of the zipper being undo, followed by the clinking of the metal in which I could only assume was his belt being undone, turned my legs to jello. It amazed me how crystal clear, and oddly satisfying any noise or movement appeared to be, something that I had never really taken notice to until now.

Any and all noises very quickly came to a stop, and then I felt something cool, flat and smooth sliding down my back. Whatever it was tickled at first and had caused me to jolt at it's contact in which Mr. Fischbach could only snicker. "I need to hear you say it. Tell me you trust me," he commanded, stopping the object right before it could run over my hands. Although I did trust him, I had to ponder why it was so important I tell him-- what could he possibly wanna do where trust would be essential.

"I trust you, sir." Before I could complete my sentence, that same smooth object was now being twisted around one of my wrists and then the other, tying them together in a tight bind. I flinched and cringed at the tightness of my new restraints as I tried to figure out exactly what it was that was around my wrists. 'It's his belt,' finally flooded into my mind as soon as I grasped onto the cold metal buckle.

At that, I heard the sound of clicking, like to the button on his trousers and then a thud as I presumed they hit the floor.Just knowing what was to come next, my body instantly began to heat up again, and my heart began jumping around at an erratic, uneven pace. "Come on baby, poke that fucking ass out for me. I wanna see that pretty little pink puss of yours," he requested smacking the same ass cheek he had hit previously. 

This was the first time Mark was actually getting somewhat vulgar. He had never quite said something like that to me before, and now that his aggressive words and ton of voice finally matched his dominate nature, that was an even bigger then on for me because it was so out of character. "Yes sir."

I took a small step back towards him, and stuck my bottom out for him like he asked. "That's it beautiful. Good girl" As soon as I made contact with his rock solid, bare member, immediately I tightened my legs together. Even just that gentle sensation of his warm body on mine felt significantly more intense. "Tell me you want it," Mark demanded sliding his member up and down my slit.

When I didn't immediately answer, I got yanked up by the belt around my wrists."Please sir, I want you." Mark gave me a single kiss to my neck while I was in my standing position followed by a small bite to my shoulder before letting go of the belt allowing me to fall back in to place onto the desk.

Before he had even dared to enter, he proceeded to slid himself between the moist lips of my lower region, particularly focusing on circling my little bundle of nerves with the tip. It was just a tease that was building but an incredible amount of desire, that at this point I found excruciating to have to tolerate. What bothered me even more was the fact that I couldn't see or touch him, but on the other hand that was part of what made this experience both fun and exciting.

Mark let out out an anguished sigh as he finally made his first thrust into me. In my position over the desk, it had me at the perfect angle to allow easy access without the need of any guidance. The deeper he pushed, the more almost painful his groans sounded. "Uhhhh--FUCK! I'm surprised you're still this tight babe. God damn you feel amazing." I didn't know if I should have been flattered or insulted by his statement, but either way in the moment I just didn't care.

The deeper he went, that was when my heightened senses really kicked in. I could feel his every vein, the tip as is gliding across my sweet spot and my inner walls buckling and being pushed back by his massive size. This was all so new, I had experienced all these sensations before but not quite like this. My heart had never pumped so fast, my goosebumps has never lasted so long and my breathing had never been so hitched.

As our two bodies became one and he kept jerking himself into me at sporadic pace, I heard the sound of glass hitting something hard. When a pool of liquid found it's way to every clevis on the left side of my torso I immediate knew it was the glass of wine that has spilled. Still at a furious speed, Mr. Fischbach continued to claim me as his own without hesitation and the fact that he did so without caring about the wine just proved to me how badly he wanted me.

Eventually after enough time had passed, the wine became sticky and I had reached a point where I could barely feel my legs anymore. The only sensation I had was a heat building up from pleasure and the clamminess of his sweaty thighs smacking against my bare skin, that was when I knew he was close.

Mark through his hands up onto my shoulders, and proceeded to furiously thrust inside using me as leverage. "I'm almost there," he muttered near breathless. I couldn't see him, but from all the groans, moans and grunts he made I could only imagine the faces he must have been making in the moment and that visual left me shaking. "I am too, baby. Keep going... just like that," I cried out in return.

With our last few moments hanging on the edge, Mark finally leaned back into me and continuing to kiss upon my neck just how I like it. His warm and heavy breath was sensation I never quite took in as much as I did in the moment, and listening to it, feeling it, and feeling him so close to me... I just couldn't hang on any longer.

I jerked my lower half out at a continue rhythm in order to meet with Mark's, and that was just the push I needed. Just like that, I began to see stars and came to a complete state of bliss. I was tired, sweaty but so full of so much adrenaline that this state of euphoria felt more like paradise. Mark soon began to grunt at extremely loud volume, his hands tightened onto my shoulders followed by the sensation of being flooded with a warm, gooey liquid.

We both remained collapsed, riding out our climax as long as possible. I was still pinned to the desk, bound and blindfolded while Mark had rested his tired body on top of mine, as we continued to pant away. "Thank... you," he said giving me a kiss to the cheek as he pulled finally pulled out.

Very soon after, I had my wrist revealed of their restraints and I pulled off his tie to find exactly what I expected. The wine had made a mess of all of his papers, and I had red sticky liquid down the left side of my stomach. "Babe... your papers. What are you gonna do?" -- " Don't worry about it, I'll figure something out. It was worth it."