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Stories of Desire - Tasteful Smut Stories

Alright, so picture this: a collection of spicy stories that aren't just about the steamy stuff. We're talking smut with substance here. Each tale is like a wild ride through a bizarre adventure, where things might get a bit taboo and forbidden, but hey, that's part of the fun, right? So, grab a comfy spot and get ready for a journey where the plot is as juicy as the scenes. (M) - Male POV (F) - Female POV

Playwright · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
15 Chs

Trouble In Classroom (F)

I push open the door to the empty classroom, a sharp, acrid smell immediately hitting my nostrils. My eyes narrow as I scan the room, my gaze landing on the four boys huddled near the windows, exhaling clouds of smoke. Alex Hartman, Ethan Walker, Noah Bennett, and Lucas Everett. Bloody fantastic.

"Right, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" I snap, my voice slicing through the smoky haze. All four heads whip around to face me, the picture of teenage rebellion and misplaced confidence.

"Miss Thompson," Alex starts, his deep voice trying for charm but missing the mark entirely. His green eyes meet mine, trying to gauge how much trouble they're in. "We were just—"

"Save it, Hartman. I'm not in the mood for your bullshit." I stride into the room, my heels clicking against the tile floor. The scent of cheap cigarettes and teenage bravado hangs thick in the air.

Ethan, the tallest of the bunch, leans against the windowsill, a lazy grin spreading across his face. "Come on, Miss Thompson. It's just a smoke. What's the big deal?"

"The big deal, Walker, is that you're breaking school rules. And you're doing it in my classroom." I flick the half-burnt cigarette out of his hand, watching it spiral to the floor. His grin falters.

Noah, usually the quieter one, shifts uncomfortably. "We didn't think anyone would be in here. It's lunch break."

"And that's supposed to make it better?" I glare at him. "You're all supposed to be setting examples, not behaving like delinquents."

Lucas steps forward, his piercing blue eyes meeting mine with a mix of defiance and intelligence. "We're sorry, Miss Thompson. It won't happen again."

"Damn right it won't." I pull out my phone and dial the principal's office. "Mr. Carter? Yes, it's Sarah Thompson. I've got four students here who need to see you immediately. Smoking in the classroom." I pause, listening. "Yes, right away."

I hang up and cross my arms, staring them down. "You lot are in deep shit. Pack your things. Now."

Alex runs a hand through his tousled hair, frustration evident on his face. "This is bullshit."

"No, Hartman, bullshit is thinking you could get away with this. Now move."

They shuffle out of the room, and I follow, making sure none of them tries to make a run for it. As we head towards the principal's office, I keep my expression stern. They need to understand there are consequences for their actions.

When we reach Mr. Carter's office, he's waiting by the door, arms crossed, face like thunder. "In," he says, jerking his head towards his office.

The boys file in, their earlier bravado now replaced with a palpable tension. I nod to Mr. Carter. "Caught them red-handed."

"Thank you, Miss Thompson. I'll take it from here."

I turn on my heel and walk away, feeling their eyes on my back. Maybe next time, they'll think twice before crossing me.

****

The corridors are silent now, an eerie stillness settling over the school as the last bell rings. Most of the staff have already left, their goodbyes echoing faintly in my ears. But I've still got work to do. Grading papers and preparing tomorrow's lesson plans can't wait.

I settle back into my chair, the dim glow of my desk lamp casting long shadows on the walls. The stack of essays in front of me feels insurmountable, but I focus, determined to get through at least half before I call it a night.

A flicker on the monitor catches my eye. I glance up and notice the classroom camera feed is black. "That's odd," I mutter to myself, frowning. The camera is supposed to be on all the time. Must be a technical glitch. I make a mental note to report it to the tech department in the morning and turn back to my work.

The creak of the classroom door makes me look up. My heart skips a beat. Standing there, bold as brass, are Alex, Ethan, Noah, and Lucas. The four troublemakers from earlier today.

"You've got to be kidding me," I say, my voice low but filled with an edge of irritation. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Alex steps forward, hands in his pockets, a shadow of defiance still etched on his face. "We need to talk, Miss Thompson."

I stand up, pushing my chair back with more force than necessary. "You should all be at home. And I should call security right now."

"Just hear us out," Lucas interjects, his blue eyes locking onto mine with a fierce intensity. "Please."

I cross my arms, my gaze hardening. "You've got five minutes. Talk."

Ethan leans against a desk, his earlier smirk replaced with a darker edge. "We wanted to discuss what happened today."

Noah steps closer, his hazel eyes not so warm anymore. "We didn't appreciate being treated like criminals."

I narrow my eyes, suspicion mingling with curiosity. "Alright. Get to the point."

Alex takes a deep breath, his posture stiffening. "We came back to set things straight."

"And what exactly does that mean?" I ask, a cold knot forming in my stomach.

Lucas steps forward, his tone turning icy. "It means, Miss Thompson, that you messed with the wrong people. We're here to make sure you understand that."

I feel a chill run down my spine. "Is that a threat?"

Ethan chuckles, a sound that sends a shiver through the room. "Call it a warning. We don't take kindly to being humiliated."

I stand my ground, forcing my voice to remain steady. "You think you can scare me? You're just boys playing a dangerous game. Now get out, before I call security."

Alex smirks, his green eyes glinting with malice. "Oh, we're not going anywhere, Miss Thompson. Not until we're done."

My hand moves towards my phone, but Noah snatches it from the desk before I can reach it. "I don't think so," he says, his voice eerily calm.

I swallow hard, adrenaline surging through my veins. "What exactly do you think you're going to do?"

Lucas moves closer, his blue eyes cold and calculating. "We're going to teach you a lesson. One you won't forget."

My heart pounds in my chest, but I refuse to show fear. "You're making a big mistake. This will only make things worse for you."

"Maybe," Alex says, shrugging. "But at least we'll get some satisfaction."

The room feels smaller, the walls closing in as they advance. My mind races, searching for a way out. "You don't have to do this. We can talk."

Ethan shakes his head. "Talking's over. Now, it's time for action."

I take a step back, my eyes darting around the room for anything that could help. "Listen," I start, my voice trembling slightly. "This isn't the way to solve your problems."

Noah's grip tightens on my phone. "Shut up, Miss Thompson. We're done with your lectures."

I can feel the panic rising, but I force myself to stay calm. "Think about what you're doing. This will follow you for the rest of your lives."

Lucas sneers. "Maybe we don't care."

I back up further, until I feel the edge of my desk pressing into my hips. "You should care. You're smarter than this."

Alex laughs, a harsh sound that sends another chill through me. "You don't know us at all."

They close in, and my heart pounds in my chest. "Please," I say, hating the desperation in my voice. "Don't do this."

Ethan steps forward, his hand reaching out. "Too late."

As he grabs my arm, I try to pull away, but Alex catches my other wrist, his grip like a vice. "You're not going anywhere, Miss Thompson."

"Let me go!" I scream, trying to kick out, but Noah steps in, his expression cold as he blocks my path.

"Shut up," Alex snarls, twisting my arm painfully.

I struggle, but they're too strong. Panic floods me as I realize how helpless I am. "This isn't going to end well for you," I manage to say through gritted teeth.

Ethan smirks. "Oh, it will for us."

They drag me towards the center of the room, my mind racing with fear and disbelief. I can feel my strength waning, the futility of my situation sinking in.

"Please," I try one last time, my voice breaking. "Don't do this."

But their faces are set, their decision made. The reality of my helplessness crashes over me like a wave. As they close in, the room fades into a blur, my thoughts consumed by a single, horrifying certainty: there's no one here to save me. 

They moved in unison, their actions swift and calculated. Ethan grabbed my arms, pinning them behind my back, while Noah deftly tied a piece of cloth around my wrists, securing them together.

Lucas stepped forward, his eyes locked on mine. He reached for the buttons of my blouse, his fingers deftly undoing each one. As the blouse fell open, I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me.

Next, Ethan reached for the zipper of my skirt, pulling it down with a satisfying hiss. He then lifted the skirt, exposing my legs and underwear. I felt vulnerable and exposed, my heart pounding in my chest.

Lucas leaned in, his breath hot on my neck as he whispered, "This is what you get for reporting us, Miss."

As they continued to strip me of my clothes, I felt a mix of anger, humiliation, and helplessness. I knew I couldn't fight them off, not with my hands tied behind my back. But I also knew that I couldn't let them think they had won.

"Remember, boys," I said, my voice steady despite my emotions. "You may be able to humiliate me, but you won't break me. And one day, you'll have to answer for your actions."

As the boys continued their twisted revenge, I felt a deep sense of violation. My once-protected space was now a battleground, and I was left feeling exposed and vulnerable.

Ethan, still holding my arms behind my back, moved to my feet, grabbing my shoes and socks and tossing them aside. He then bent down, his hands sliding up my legs, lifting my skirt higher as he went.

Lucas, on the other hand, focused on my top half. He reached for my bra, unclasping it with ease. As the straps fell down my arms, I felt my breasts spring free, leaving me completely exposed from the waist up.

Noah, the most gentle of the four, seemed to be in charge of my underwear. He reached for my panties, pulling them down my legs with a sickening slowness. As they slid off my feet, I felt a wave of shame wash over me, knowing that I was completely naked in front of these boys.

As they finished stripping me, I stood there, my body exposed and my emotions raw. I knew that I had to find a way to regain control, to make sure that they understood the consequences of their actions.

As if sensing my vulnerability, Alex stepped closer, his eyes locked on my exposed body. His gaze lingered on my breasts, and I could see the hunger in his eyes.

Without warning, he leaned forward, his tongue darting out to tease my nipple. The sensation was electric, sending shivers down my spine. I gasped, my body instinctively reacting to his touch.

Alex repeated the action on my other nipple, his tongue leaving a trail of fire in its wake. I felt my knees weaken, my body trembling under his touch.

The other boys watched in silence, their eyes glued to the scene unfolding before them. I could see the anticipation in their eyes, the desire to continue their twisted revenge.

But as much as Alex's actions filled me with shame and humiliation, I also felt a strange sense of arousal. My body was betraying me, responding to the unwanted attention in a way that I couldn't control.

As Alex stepped back, I could see the satisfaction in his eyes. He had achieved his goal, leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable. But he had also awakened a part of me that I had never wanted to face.

Alex stepped forward, his cock erect and prominently displayed. "It's time for your punishment, Miss."

I felt my stomach churn with disgust and anger, but I knew that I had to stand my ground. "You'll regret this, Alex."

As I spoke, Alex moved closer, his cock now mere inches from my face. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my breathing shallow and uneven. I knew that I had to fight back, to show them that they couldn't break me.

Alex grabbed my head, forcing it towards his cock. I resisted, my mouth twisting in protest. But his grip was firm, unyielding, and I knew that I had no choice but to comply.

As my mouth wrapped around Alex's cock, I felt a wave of disgust wash over me. His skin was warm and smooth, the head firm and pulsing against my lips. I tried to focus on my anger, on the injustice of the situation, but all I could think about was the violation of my body and my space.

Alex's grip on my head tightened, and he began to thrust into my mouth. I felt my cheeks stretch around his cock, my throat constricting as he forced himself deeper. I tried to resist, to push back against him, but his grip was too strong, and I was powerless to stop him.

Suddenly, Alex released his grip on my head and grabbed my legs, pulling them towards him. I felt my body being forced onto the cold floor, my knees hitting the ground with a painful thud. I tried to resist, to push back against him, but his strength was overwhelming, and I was powerless to stop him.

As I lay there, helplessly exposed, Alex positioned himself between my legs. He grabbed my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh, and thrust into me with a brutal intensity. I cried out in pain and protest, my body feeling violated and used.

I tried to push him away, to make him stop, but he was relentless in his pursuit. His thrusts were hard and forceful, each one sending a wave of pain through my body. I felt my insides stretching and tearing, my body trembling with discomfort.

As I lay there, helplessly exposed, Alex continued to thrust into me with a brutal intensity. My body felt like it was being torn apart, my insides screaming in pain and protest. But I knew that I had to endure it, to find a way to regain control and make these boys understand that they couldn't get away with their twisted revenge.

Suddenly, Alex lifted me up, making me mount him. I felt my body slide down his cock, the pain intensifying with each movement. I tried to resist, to push him away, but he was relentless in his pursuit.

As I rode him, Lucas joined in, his cock erect and ready for action. He positioned himself behind me, his hands gripping my hips as he thrust into me from behind. I felt my body being filled once again, the pain and discomfort becoming almost unbearable.

Ethan, seeing an opportunity, moved in front of me. He grabbed my head, forcing it towards his cock. I resisted, my mouth twisting in protest, but he was unyielding in his demand. I felt my mouth wrap around his cock, the taste of Alex's essence still fresh in my mouth.

Noah stepped forward. He reached for my bound hands, guiding them towards his cock. I resisted, my hands trembling with anger and disgust, but he was relentless in his pursuit.

Noah's cock was hard and smooth, the skin warm and inviting. I felt my fingers wrap around it, my hand moving up and down in a motion that was both foreign and degrading.

As I continued to endure the pain and humiliation, I fought the urge to enjoy it, to let my body respond to their twisted advances. But deep down inside a part of me was begging to enjoy it

Suddenly, the boys stopped, their movements halting as if confused about what to do next. I took advantage of this momentary lull, my body trembling with anticipation as I waited for their next move.

Alex pulled out of me, his cock glistening with my essence. He looked down at me, his eyes locked on mine, as if trying to gauge my thoughts. I glared at him, my anger and defiance radiating from my eyes.

Ethan removed his cock from my mouth, his eyes narrowing as he studied my face. I could see the confusion in his eyes, the uncertainty about what to do next.

Lucas, still behind me, paused his movements, his cock still buried inside me. I felt my body tense, my insides aching from the forced intrusion. I looked up at him, my eyes filled with defiance and anger.

Noah, the last of the four, hesitated, his cock still in my hand. He looked at me, his eyes filled with a mix of confusion and uncertainty.

Deep inside, I wanted them to continue, to fuel the pain and humiliation I was feeling. I wanted to feel their cocks inside me, to experience the pleasure that they were trying to force upon me.

I stood up, my body trembling with anticipation and fear. I walked towards my table, my movements slow and deliberate. I laid down on it, my body exposed and vulnerable.

I spread my legs wide, my eyes locked on the boys as I revealed myself to them. I felt a mix of shame and desire, my body betraying me as it responded to their presence.

"Come on," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Fuck me. Fuck me now."

As Noah stepped forward, his cock erects and ready for action, I could see the passion in his eyes. He positioned himself between my legs, his eyes locked on mine as he thrust into me with a force that took my breath away. I felt my body being filled once again, the pain and discomfort intensifying as he forced himself deeper.

Noah's movements were passionate and intense, his body moving in a rhythm that was both primal and powerful. I felt my body being lifted and carried by his thrusts, my insides stretching and contracting with each movement. 

As Noah's passion reached its peak, Suddenly, Ethan stepped forward, his cock throbbing and waiting to ravage me. He stretched my legs, his eyes filled with rage as he thrust into me with a force that was both brutal and intense. He was deep inside me hitting, drawing muffled moans out of me.

Ethan's movements were rough and aggressive, his body moving in a rhythm that was animalistic and vigorous.

As Ethan's rage reached its peak, I felt my body tense, the pleasure and pain becoming almost unbearable. I knew that I had to find a way to regain control, to make these boys understand that they couldn't get away with their twisted revenge.

Feeling desperate, I climbed the table further, my body trembling with anticipation and fear. I laid down on it, my head hanging over the edge, my mouth open and ready for their touch.

I looked up at the boys, my eyes filled with defiance and anger. "Come on," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Do your worst. See if you can break me."

The boys exchanged glances, their confusion and uncertainty still evident. But as they looked at me, lying there, exposed and begging for their touch, they knew that they had to take action.

They moved on to ravage my mouth, As they took turns face-fucking me I felt their warm, sticky fluid filling my throat, choking me as they continued to thrust into my mouth. They came so much that my mouth couldn't contain it and it was all over my face