Cheating in Statistics Class  (privilegedXchore & Connor)
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				Title: <strong>Cheating in Statistics Class  (privilegedXchore &amp; Connor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fallen Angel</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 20:43:17</strong>
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				Patrick was a new college teacher, only a few years older than the girl in his Statistics class, and it had become clear to him that she couldn't handle this coursework in his class.&nbsp; She was a lovely girl, and he felt attracted to her, felt drawn to her somehow, but couldn't get her off his mind.&nbsp; His green eyes followed her whenever she walked past him.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Then, as he was correcting exams one day, he found that she had cheated on an exam.&nbsp; It seemed she had copied off another student's paper, and His mistakes were on her paper as well.&nbsp; He ran a hand through his brick red hair, and he saw how this could be turned to his advantage.<br><br>At the end of the class, he stopped her, and asked to see him after class, in regards to her exam paper.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheating in Statistics Class  (privilegedXchore &amp; Connor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>privilegedXchore</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 23:55:22</strong>
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				Emily was fidgety in her Statistics class, she had been ever since she had taken her last exam. <em>How could you be SO STUPID.</em> She asked herself as she stared at her professor. He let everyone call him by his first name, Patrick, which was different to her because she wasn't used to being so casual with her teachers. She liked him well enough. His red hair and green eyes and young age made him talk of campus when she had started back in September.<br><br>As long as she could remember she had always struggled with math. All through high school she had her friends help her with her homework and when she had graduated she had never thought she would have to be staring at a math book again. Oh how she was wrong. <br><br>She spent long nights staring in her Chemistry and other books, not knowing which one to open first, but the Statistics one was never one she opened willingly. She knew she had taken too many classes this term, but couldn't drop out of any of them now, it would be a waste of her money.<br><br>Patrick slowly walked up to her as class was letting out, she was trying to quickly gather her things and run from him, he had been looking at her all class, and she knew she was in trouble when me mentioned her exam. <br><br>"Oh, okay..." She said softly as she followed him towards the desk in the room, where his papers and things sat. "Did I do something wrong?" She asked as she tried to play innocent, even though her thoughts were telling her to beg and plead for a second chance. She hoped he wouldn't turn her in to Academic Services. She knew what would happen if he did.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheating in Statistics Class  (privilegedXchore &amp; Connor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fallen Angel</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 02:21:33</strong>
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				He watched the girl fidget, just as he had watched her for a while.&nbsp; As she tried to get everything together and make good her escape, he stepped in front of her, blocking her escape route.&nbsp; He waited until the others had left, then said, speaking softly "Come with me, Emily, we have to talk."<br><br>Patrick walked right past his desk, with the papers and his brief case, and behind his desk was the door to his private office.&nbsp; He ushered the nervous girl in, and closed the door behind him.&nbsp; He said, "Sit on the couch, Emily, this will take a while."&nbsp; He sat in a big stuffed arm chair across from her, and leaned toward her.&nbsp; <br><br>"I know that you cheated on the exam.&nbsp; I was quite surprised at your exam score, but not as surprised as I was disappointed.&nbsp; You're a very lovely girl, and I know you keep a busy schedule, but to cheat on an exam?&nbsp; I've liked you since you started in my class, and feel terrible about this, but the college has a hard and fast rule that anyone caught cheating will be expelled, dismissed from the college, with no chance of readmission," he said, looking into her frightened eyes.<br><br>He looked at her then, and his eyes scanned her from toe to top, examining her figure, her eye color, her hair, the way she dressed, the small breasts he assumed lay hidden beneath her clothing, then he stood and said, "I'll begin the paperwork tomorrow, Emily.&nbsp; You should probably begin packing."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheating in Statistics Class  (privilegedXchore &amp; Connor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>privilegedXchore</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 02:37:20</strong>
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				Emily followed and tried to swallow the hard knot that had been forming in her throat. Nervously she let her hand reach up to her shoulder length caramel colored hair, as she walked and then sat in the cold couch across from him. She watched as Patrick leaned forward and spoke in a calm, piercing tone to her. <br><br>She felt her eyes welling up as he told her of the repercussions of her stupid actions. She looked down to her knees, through them to the floor. She couldn't be expelled, this was her first offense, she could appeal it, couldn't she? But it would always be on her academic record. How could she get into a different college even with that? Her mind was racing with those thoughts as she couldn't control the tears from tumbling out of her large blue eyes. <br><br>"Is there anything I can do? I can't get expelled, my parents will kill me, and I won't be able to finish my degree, I mean how am I supposed to get into another school?" Her voice broke as she let out a sob, her thin form shaking under the pressure of everything collapsing around her. She had been more than half done her degree, and was trying to get that other one started and finished in the last two years of her school, along with her main major of teaching. "I will do anything, please, just don't take this to the deal. I'm taking 21 credits this term, I had to get my not so willing advisor to grant that in the first place, and then if I get kicked out, she'll just have another reason to never let anyone take that many classes." She pleaded as she looked to him. She ran her small hands across her cheeks, not caring how she looked. She rubbed her eyes, knowing the light amount of make-up she had on was smeared now. "I will do anything..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheating in Statistics Class  (privilegedXchore &amp; Connor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fallen Angel</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 03:06:28</strong>
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				Patrick had no intention of helping the girl, and he said "Rules are rules, and I don't make them or change them."&nbsp; He listened to Emily's recitation of all her courses, and nodded, showing that he understood, and he did feel sorry for her.<br><br>He sympathized with her, again explaining that he couldn't help, but then he noticed that she had said more than once that she would be willing to "do anything."&nbsp; It was then that he thought about the possibilities.&nbsp; If she meant what she had said, he could have her, however and whenever he wanted her... an exciting possibility.<br><br>He would have to make sure, before agreeing to anything, that she fully understood what she was agreeing to.&nbsp; He looked at her, and said again, "You're a lovely young girl, Emily.&nbsp; What exactly do you mean when you say you'll do anything.&nbsp; Do you really mean "anything?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheating in Statistics Class  (privilegedXchore &amp; Connor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>privilegedXchore</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 03:39:12</strong>
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				Emily looked up at Patrick as he held his voice and and tone in check with his replies. She tilted her head to the side when she noticed something changed in his eyes when he asked her if she would really do anything. She knew she couldn't go home and tell her parents she had cheated on a test. She was going to BE a teacher. How could she teach if she had cheated? <br><br>She needed to make sure this test did not pass Patrick, and on to Academic Services. "I'll do anything. I can't go home a failure Patrick." She said as she tried to bite her lip. She didn't know what she was exactly stepping into, but she just knew she couldn't lose it all over one test. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheating in Statistics Class  (privilegedXchore &amp; Connor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fallen Angel</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 03:56:21</strong>
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				Patrick said, "Let me make this perfectly clear.&nbsp; I'm talking about you being my slave until this semester's finished.&nbsp; I don't just mean cleaning up my apartment, I mean sexual services as well.&nbsp; I know it's not what you wanted, but it's the best you'll get."<br><br>"The upside is, you'll finish this semester with not just a passing grade, but with an A in Statistics.&nbsp; That should help you with your future.&nbsp; You have to make your decision now or never.&nbsp; It's a simple yes or no," he said. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheating in Statistics Class  (privilegedXchore &amp; Connor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>privilegedXchore</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 04:58:47</strong>
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				Emily's mouth fell wide open at Patrick's bluntness of his offer. He meant total submission to him. She had never been given such a horribly unfair offer. But she knew he had the upper hand. After she closed her mouth, anger filled her. <br><em><br>How could he offer something so disturbing? Sexual services? What the hell, can't he get it somewhere else?</em> She thought as she looked him over. He wasn't unattractive, she knew plenty of girls that would have wished for such an offer to fall into their laps, but she didn't want to have anything to do with this. <br><br>She had gotten in way over her head, she felt a couple of tears slip down her cheek. But it would give her an automatic A in the class, it would help her keep her GPA up above 3.5, and on her way through college. <br><br>She choked slightly as she started to speak, "Yes, my answer is yes."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheating in Statistics Class  (privilegedXchore &amp; Connor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fallen Angel</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 18:56:25</strong>
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				Patrick smiled and said "I see that you're angry, but we do have an agreement.&nbsp; As unfair as you feel this is, keep in mind that at the end of the semester you will receive an A in this course.&nbsp; Yours will probably be the only A in the class, so that will look extremely good on your record as well, Emily."<br><br>He could see a few tears slide down her cheek, and he said, "Good, I'm glad you're on board.&nbsp; Let's start by establishing something right away.&nbsp; You will call me 'sir' at all times, and you will follow my directions as well.&nbsp; Your first assignment will be to strip for me, give me a good show, dance for me like you would at a strip club!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheating in Statistics Class  (privilegedXchore &amp; Connor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>privilegedXchore</strong> on <strong>28-07-2009, 04:46:22</strong>
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				Emily's face stiffened at the idea of calling him 'Sir', her father had been a military man, and he always had her address him as that all her life, she grew to see it condescending and after a while had started to call him by his first name, instead of 'Sir'. She hated the idea of addressing him as anything else other than Patrick, but she knew she did not have footing to argue.<br><br>She nodded as she pushed all her anger and resentment down into her core. She would take on her first assignment as well as she could, but she was very unsure of herself as she stood. The room was silent and brightly lit. So very unlike a strip club. She wished she could have something to help her relax, but somehow knew in her head that asking Patrick for any kind of help at this point would not be given to her.<br><br>She stood, "Yes, Sir." closing her eyes as she turned her back towards him. She slowly bent over, with her legs spread wide, her jeans pulling tight against her ass, showing off her curves and her legs. She placed her hands to her knees, starting to roll her hips in a circle. She couldn't meet his gaze, she didn't know if she ever would be able to. <br><br>She felt as if her face was on fire as she continued to rotate her hips as she slowly stood back up. She hoped the tugging motion she made with her tshirt looked to be in a teasing manner as it hugged her pear shaped body. She slowly turned herself to face him still not meeting his gaze, her tan colored bra was nothing exciting, it was functional. <br><br>She felt so embarrassed as she slowly unclasped the bra from the back, biting her lip to keep the tears under her eyelids as her sized 34 B breasts tumbled out. She tossed the bra onto the couch, next to where her shirt had landed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheating in Statistics Class  (privilegedXchore &amp; Connor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fallen Angel</strong> on <strong>28-07-2009, 14:44:33</strong>
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				He smiled as he saw her fighting with the idea of having to call him "Sir", then grinned as she realized she had no real choice in the matter.&nbsp; His expectations were met when she stood up and said, "Yes, Sir."<br><br>He watched her as she danced for him, her tight jeans showing off the swell of her hips and ass, the lovely legs pulled tight against the jeans she wore, and he licked his lips.&nbsp; She was certainly promising!<br><br>He saw the deep red blush on her face spread across her chest as she stood and removed her shirt.&nbsp; He stared as she unclasped her bra, and revealed to him a lovely pair of breasts, smallish but perfectly sized, unlike the huge fake tits already displayed by some of her classmates.&nbsp; He was drawn to real breasts rather than silicone, and he admired hers, saying "Your breasts are beautiful, Emily!&nbsp; Now continue your dance for me.&nbsp; You are doing well so far."<br><br>He could see her obvious embarrassment, and he wanted to see how she would handle the rest of the striptease, now that she had already bared her breasts to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheating in Statistics Class  (privilegedXchore &amp; Connor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>privilegedXchore</strong> on <strong>28-07-2009, 22:13:43</strong>
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				Emily's stomach turned over when Patrick complimented her. She didn't feel like hearing how beautiful she was, when to him she was nothing more than an object. She shoved that feeling down as well, she couldn't and didn't know how to deal with the feelings she was having, and not dealing would keep her hips moving. <br><br>She let her brown hair fall in her eyes as she looked down to her own breasts, she cupped them in her hands and began to pinch her small nipples. She inhaled sharply as she inflicted pain upon herself, if it had been in different circumstances she would have become aroused, but at the moment she was feeling nothing but shame and embarrassment.<br><br>She let her hands fall from her nipples after they had hardened under her onslaught and then worked their way down to the tops of her jeans, however she was going for her shoes. She wasn't like most college kids, wearing flip flops everywhere. She wore tennis shoes. She leaned fully over, showing Patrick how flexible she was, as she quickly untied and removed her shoes and socks. <br><br>As she pushed them aside she turned around once more, knowing that her pants would have to come off next, and was unsure if she could face him as she did it. To stall for a moment she began to lean over again, to show off her ass, she put her hands to her knees, mimicking a thrusting motion if she was having sex.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheating in Statistics Class  (privilegedXchore &amp; Connor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fallen Angel</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 17:12:41</strong>
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				Licking his lips as he saw Emily cupping her breasts and pinching her own nipple erect.&nbsp; He felt his cock grow thicker in his pants as he watched her work her body.&nbsp; Every movement was sensual, whether she intended it or not, and it turned him on, with thoughts of what still lay beneath her denim trousers.<br><br>He gasped silently as Emily bet over, displaying her upturned ass with the taut denim covering her firm cheeks.&nbsp; Then she started to show off her ass, and he groaned softly in his throat as she made fucking motions with her butt.&nbsp; He felt his thick prick through his pants, and felt a few drops of precum drip from his tip.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheating in Statistics Class  (privilegedXchore &amp; Connor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>privilegedXchore</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 01:19:28</strong>
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				Emily tried to ignore the pleasure she was getting from the sound that Patrick made as she was bent over. She knew she was somewhat attractive, but never felt like doing anything like this would excite her. The she remembered she was doing it against her will, and all the pleasure was lost once again.<br><br>She looked over her shoulder as she continued to stay bent over, she didn't meet Patrick's eyes, but she did see a small tent appearing in his pants, she rolled her eyes, disgusted that he could become excited at her own exploitation. <br><br>She stood back up and turned herself so she was at a profile to him, she placed both hands on the tops of her pants, and as she slowly turned to face him again she arched her back and pulled at the top button of her jeans. She had seen the act done in a porn she watched with an ex a few years before. She slowly let the jeans slip off of her slender legs, letting them rest around her ankles. She stepped out of them, trying to be sensual, but got tripped up. She bounced slightly as she grew even more crimson in her face, "Son of a bitch..." she quietly cursed as she caught herself before she fell forwards. <br><br>Instead of tumbling on the floor, she fell into the overstuffed couch with her legs spread wide, showing off the purple bikini cut underwear she had on. Embarrassment flooded her thoughts as she had been doing so well with everything, but the almost fall caused her too lose her concentration. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheating in Statistics Class  (privilegedXchore &amp; Connor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fallen Angel</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 20:04:02</strong>
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				He groaned softly as Emily waved her firm ass at him, and his pants displayed an obviously bulge where his cock lay in his pants.&nbsp; It was strange... first it looked like she was enjoying it, and then she would appear angry.&nbsp; Well, it didn't matter much, because the deal was made!<br><br>She moved into a routine that would score points at any strip joint.&nbsp; Emily stood facing him and arching her back, pulling at the button on his denims.&nbsp; He grabbed his crotch as she lowered the jeans on her slim legs, letting them slide slowly down.<br><br>Then she stumbled and cursed, and the next thing he knew she was sprawling on the couch, legs spread, and her purple panties resting in his lap on the couch, with his hands holding her spread legs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheating in Statistics Class  (privilegedXchore &amp; Connor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>privilegedXchore</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 02:36:30</strong>
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				Emily looked at him with total horror, but shoved it down as she felt herself grow wet slightly as he held her legs apart, unintentionally, but still spread apart. She didn't know if her next act would be something he would object to, but she shook his hands free of her ankles as she slid slowly so her naked body straddled his clothed form. <br><br>She leaned back slowly, putting her hands to his knees, making her back arch in an almost painful manner as she closed her eyes, trying to force the embarrassment back. She slowly began to move her hips against him, feeling his erection rub against the soft lips of her sex.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheating in Statistics Class  (privilegedXchore &amp; Connor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fallen Angel</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 03:46:32</strong>
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				He looked at her spread legs, and watched in surprise as her naked body straddled his. He thought she was already wet, and wondered how she was dealing with the relationship, but wasn't very worried.<br><br>But then he groaned aloud as she began moving, rubbing against him, and rubbing her naked pussy against his throbbing erection, leaving a wet spot where she slid along the hardness of him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheating in Statistics Class  (privilegedXchore &amp; Connor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>privilegedXchore</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 04:30:53</strong>
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				The friction between their bodies was causing Emily to become aroused. She let one of her arms slip around his neck, pulling herself closer to him, but still keeping a safe distance. <br><br>After she felt the wet spot growing, and her own clit starting to throb she knew she had to stop herself. She rolled her head around as she gave him one lust filled look as she stopped her own pleasure. Her mind yelled at her own physical reaction to her own exploitation, she hadn't been with a man in over a year, it was natural for her to feel that way, but she would refuse to let him win. <br><br>She slowly rolled her hips towards him one last time as she pushed herself off of his hips, raising her body upright, so she no longer in contact with his pulsing member. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheating in Statistics Class  (privilegedXchore &amp; Connor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fallen Angel</strong> on <strong>02-08-2009, 00:29:33</strong>
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				Patrick thought that the girl was getting aroused, because he had felt her bare pussy on his leg, and it was wet!<br><br>Suddenly Melissa stopped, even though he could see the bump of her clit, wet and getting more red.&nbsp; He could see that she had almost been ready to cum when she stopped herself.&nbsp; He grabbed her then and swung her around and onto his lap, his outside arm and leg holding her there, as the hand against his body, then slipped beneath her and he slid a finger along her wet slit, then started circling her clit with his slipper finger, changing the speed and pressure as he circled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheating in Statistics Class  (privilegedXchore &amp; Connor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>privilegedXchore</strong> on <strong>02-08-2009, 19:17:16</strong>
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				Emily became scared as Patrick pulled her back on top of his hips, causing her to be barred open wide. The cool air caused her clit to throb slightly. His fingers slipped underneath her lips and began to massage her clit. She felt a small wave of pleasure blast throughout her body. Then she became ashamed for wanting this release, she bit her lip hard, thinking it would bleed if she kept it up. She locked her hips, so they could not react to his touching. She would not let him know she was enjoying it. He could touch all he wanted, but she would not let him enjoy watching her own pleasure. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheating in Statistics Class  (privilegedXchore &amp; Connor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fallen Angel</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 21:43:37</strong>
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				Patrick grinned as he felt Emily jolt with pleasure, then as she locked her hips he licked and sucked her breasts, determined to give her pleasure.&nbsp; He sucked one perfect breast into his mouth, swirling his tongue around and over it, flicking the nipple as it passed over.&nbsp; Meanwhile he squeezed the other breast, feeling the firm flesh as his thumb rubbed back and forth over that nipple. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheating in Statistics Class  (privilegedXchore &amp; Connor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>privilegedXchore</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 23:57:40</strong>
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				Emily kept biting her lip, tasting the blood on her tongue as she kept her eyes shut. She was trying to ignore the feelings that were rushing through her body. When his lips locked onto her breasts she sucked in a breath quickly. She loved it when men suckled her breasts, paying special attention to her nipple like Patrick was currently doing to her. <br><br><em>Do NOT let him win...</em> Her brain kept screaming as her bodies will was slowly crumbling. She was making sure her pleasure was not being known to Patrick as she sat as still as she could. Goosebumps were running up and down her body as he continued to make her clit throb more and more. She wouldn't let him have the pleasure of making her orgasm, not now, and hopefully not ever. She pushed against his body hoping he would be to distracted to keep her pinned down. <br><br>She would still let him enjoy a show, but she wanted to have more control.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheating in Statistics Class  (privilegedXchore &amp; Connor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fallen Angel</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 02:08:49</strong>
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				He could tell she was fighting against the pleasure he fed to her.&nbsp; She was a fighter, that was for sure, but he was the one who held the cards.&nbsp; He was still the one who could give her an A in the course, or have her thrown out for cheating.<br><br>He continued his onslaught against her defenses, and he saw her shiver despite herself, then he suckled at her breast again, his hands busy with one breast.&nbsp; Then suckling he sucked hard n and at the same time he bit and tugged at her hard little nipple, he slid a wet finger down and circling around the puckered star of her anus.&nbsp; "Come on Emily, you know you want it... you need it!&nbsp; C'mon, cum for me sweetheart!" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheating in Statistics Class  (privilegedXchore &amp; Connor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>privilegedXchore</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 02:58:21</strong>
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				Emily's lip was bleeding, and she could feel just a bit of it slipping out of her own mouth, as she tried not to feel the pleasure as he sucked on her breast. She let out a squeal of pleasure and pain as he bit at her nipple.<br><br>"Shit," She cursed as the tiny nipple throbbed. As his finger slipped from her slit, to her ass she lost all arousal she had before. She did not enjoy anything anal, but could not tell him that as his fingers played at her hole.<br><br><em>Just because I want it, does not mean I'll let you get it from me...</em> She thought, almost thankful that he had turned her off so quickly with a slip of his fingers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheating in Statistics Class  (privilegedXchore &amp; Connor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fallen Angel</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 19:36:02</strong>
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				Patrick saw that he had made a mistake, but he wasn't worried.&nbsp; When it came time to lay down his cards, he would have a royal straight flush, ace high.&nbsp; Meanwhile he watched her dance, enjoying her body and knowing this was just the beginning.&nbsp; There was much more than this strip tease to follow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheating in Statistics Class  (privilegedXchore &amp; Connor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>privilegedXchore</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 22:37:22</strong>
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				Emily slipped one leg off of Patrick's body, semi standing. She threw one leg up on the couch, next to his head. She took both of her hands and opened the lips on her pussy slowly, exposing her tiny red bump, swollen slightly with arousal. She touched it with her fingers for just a moment, feeling a rush of pleasure sweep through her legs. She let a small moan slip out as her let one hand run up to her hardened nipples and tweaked one of them. She rolled her head back just slightly enjoying her moment of self-satisfaction. <br><br>Just as quick as the moment started, she had dropped her hands and her legs. She turned slightly around, knowing he seemed to enjoy her ass when she bent over clothed. She grabbed her ankles, showing him her ass as she bent over entirely. "Like what you see?" She asked, as she ran her hand over her own ass, giving it a small spank. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Cheating in Statistics Class  (privilegedXchore &amp; Connor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fallen Angel</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 23:33:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He saw Emily with a leg up on the couch near his head, and gasped as she spread the lips of her peachy little pussy.&nbsp; Then he saw her clit get even redder, then she touched it.&nbsp; He wanted to touch her, and he saw her satisfied smile.<br><br>Then she dropped and turned with her beautiful ass waving in his face as she grabbed her ankles and bent over, exposing her open slit, glistening and pink.&nbsp; She spanked herself then, and his cock lurched in his trousers.&nbsp; He leaned forward and quickly licked all the way along her lips, flicking his tongue on her pleasure button at the top of his stroke.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Cheating in Statistics Class  (privilegedXchore &amp; Connor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>privilegedXchore</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 05:02:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emily closed her eyes as she heard Patrick lean forward slightly. She licked her own lips as his tongue ran along her pussy, "Yes..." She whispered when he hit her clit with his tongue. <br><br>One of her weaknesses was being eaten out. She loved when a man would find her clit with his tongue. She spread her legs slightly wider, lowering her body. She let the one hand that had been on her ass slip between the opening of her womanhood and began to finger fuck herself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Cheating in Statistics Class  (privilegedXchore &amp; Connor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fallen Angel</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 17:09:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He knew Emily could be taken in the right circumstance, and he heard her hissed exhalation as she said "Yes!"&nbsp; Her legs then spread wider and she began fingering herself.&nbsp; Patrick pulled her fingers from her pussy and replaced them with two of his own, swirling his fingers in her vagina as he continued to lick her out as her juices began to ooze over his tongue, which was flicking and swirling around her sensitive pleasure button.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Cheating in Statistics Class  (privilegedXchore &amp; Connor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>privilegedXchore</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 22:09:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emily bit back a moan as Patrick replaced her fingers with is own. Uncontrollably she let her hips push against him, wanting his pace to quicken.<br><br>She opened her eyes so she could look at his eyes, with each lap with is tongue it became harder and harder for herself to remember that what she was doing was not supposed to be pleasurable. "Fuck..." She cursed as she dug her fingers into her thighs, trying not to let him bring her over the edge.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Cheating in Statistics Class  (privilegedXchore &amp; Connor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fallen Angel</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 17:50:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He saw Emily push against his fingers and began to stroke faster as he thrust his thick fingers into her, firm strokes deep into her tight clenching walls.<br><br>Patrick found himself looking into her eyes and smiled as he saw the pleasure along with her resistance.&nbsp; Then he bent his head, keeping contact with her eyes and sucked her little fuck button between his lips, suckling as if it were a little nipple.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Cheating in Statistics Class  (privilegedXchore &amp; Connor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>privilegedXchore</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 19:32:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emily felt Patrick increase his speed of his long fingers, each thrust hitting deeper and deeper. She tightened her own muscles against him, causing a jolt of pleasure run though her body. <br><br>Emily was loosing the battle against herself as she watched as Patrick pleasured her with his mouth, when he took her clit directly in his mouth she almost lost her footing all together. "Oh god, yes!" She exclaimed as she closed her eyes, losing herself in the act.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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