You see your British Literature teacher, Miss Selinia, leaning up against what you presume to be her car, a nice brand-new Mustang GT. She is dressed in a white blouse with a black corset on over it, enhancing her ample bust, along with a black leather skirt that is just barely legal and a pair of black stilettos on otherwise bare feet. The slight breeze tosses her long, wavy blonde hair a little. Her emerald green eyes fix on you as you get out of your car. "Seems I've caught you at just the right time", she says.
"Oh", you ask in reply, "am I in trouble?" "That depends," she says, then looking over your shoulder into your car. "What is that," she asks. You turn around and look where her eyes are looking and see she's spotted the rapier. "Oh that, I like to collect stuff like this," you say, reaching into the car and taking it out, holding it in your hands. "This is actually a very unique," you add as you show it to her. "Interesting hobby, but I'm here to talk about your last paper on Shakespeare," she says," can we go inside and talk?"
You nod and lead her inside, walking in through the garage and into the kitchen. You can hear the echo of her shoes on the linoleum floor as she walks in. No one else is home right now. Your mother works and your parents are divorced, so your father doesn't live with you anymore. "Can I get you a drink Ms. Selinia," you ask your amazingly beautiful teacher. "Please, call me Kelly," she asks "being called miss makes me seem old." You grin,"alright Kelly." "And a glass of water would be just fine," she smiles as she leans over the island that separates the kitchen from the dining room. You set the rapier on the counter and fetch a glass and ice. "So what makes this so special," Kelly asks, looking over at the rapier. You fill the glass and hand it to her. "Well," you start as you reach over and pick it up," its suppose to be magical." As you finish those words, you make a horizontal slash across the counter and right through Kelly's waist. Her eyes become wide and she seems afraid to move as she looks down at her waist.
"Did you just," she says, obvious disbelief in her voice. You nod as you grab her by the upper arms and pull her now separated upper half onto the countertop. She squeals as you pull her onto the cool, granite counter. "That's cold," she exclaims. You then walk around and near her hips and legs while she is coming to grips with the situation. You put your hands on her hips and feel her hips, ass and eventually her crotch through the material of the skirt. "Hey, no fair," she exclaims as she turns herself around to see you fondling her lower half. "Such a naughty teacher," you say with a smirk as you can't find any tactile sensation saying she's wearing panties under her incredibly short skirt. She smiles meekly and blushes," you really shouldn't be doing this." "Well, how about this." you start," if you want to walk out of here in one piece, how about we try this out some more?"
"Well, what exactly did you have in mind," she asks. "Oh, I have a few ideas," you say with a smirk, "I was thinking we could...
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