The Proposal : An Erotic Romance Story (2 page)

             
“If I wasn’t holding our son I would rip that dress off you.”

             
“He should go back down for a nap around nine. And then we can have fun.”

             
“And,” he said. “Earlier that was nothing compared to what I am going to do to you. I hope I don’t break you or something.”

             
“I think I can take whatever you give me.”

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              Putting Parker back in his crib she felt Carson’s hands on her waist and he kissed her neck. “He is going to be just like his mom when he grows up. Smart, strong, doesn’t take bullshit from anyone. A pure New Yorker.”

             
She turned to him and smiled. Biting her lower lip, “He is sleeping. You want to have fun now?”

             
Grabbing her hand he led her out of the nursery. Walking to her bedroom she felt him pull her onto the bed. “I never thought this would happen. I always hoped that one day it would, and now it is. I am not going to go easy on you. I am going to beat your pussy up.”

             
“You know,” she said as she took off her clothes. “I think you are all talk. I don’t think you can do anything.”

             
“A challenge, I like it. Well Mandy I can promise you that you are going to scream my name. Earlier was nothing, I promise you that.”

             
She sat there naked and she watched as he dropped his pants. He was on top of her and she felt his mouth forcefully on hers and she opened. His tongue was playing with hers and that was when she felt him go into her pussy quickly. He traveled further into her womanhood than he did earlier.

             
Wrapping her legs around his waist she felt as an excitement she had never felt overcame her. She felt as a rush went through her body. It felt like pure adrenaline and she wanted it rough, and sure enough he got rougher. “Turn around,” he said.

             
He came behind her and she felt as his head was rubbing on the outside of her pussy. Then she felt as he dove all the way. She felt as he pulled out slightly and then went back in and she couldn’t help but scream his name. He laugh boomed in her room and he continued humping her. His spanked her ass and then she felt as he began playing with her breasts.

             
“Oh my, Carson,” she said. “Oh.”

             
Her breathing became heavy and she felt as pleasure swept over her body in shocks. She wanted more, but as she felt that she wanted more was when she felt as he pulled out of her. She turned around and saw as cum came out of his dick and onto her sheets. She wanted his cock, she wanted it inside her again. She had to have it inside her again.

             
“Is someone horny?”

             
“Yes. I see why all your girlfriends talked about you in gym.”

             
“Honestly in high school the only girl I had sex with was Meg. All the other girls wanted to fuck me, but they only did blow jobs.”

             
“I only slept with Dennis, but Jeremy fingered me sophomore year.”

             
“Oh really, for some reason I don’t believe it was just fingering.”

             
She smiled. “I went to Val’s party and I got drunk. Jeremy was my crush at the time and well we went to a room. I took off my shirt and he played with my boobs and he fingered me. I gave him a blow job.”

             
“That is what he told me,” he smiled. “Let me see. The first girl whose tits I sucked were Samantha’s.”

             
“She was after Meg.”

             
“I know. Meg dumped me, I was horny. Samantha was at my place, we had a project for science. And I kid thee not, her boobs literally sat in my face. They were huge! I called them watermelons.”

             
“You want to know what? Junior year I would’ve had sex with you.”

             
“Because you saw me naked?”             

             
“You remember?”

             
“Of course. How many girls have the key to my parents house and come in whenever the hell they wanted. You came into my room on a Saturday, and I was sleeping in.”

             
“I didn’t know you slept naked.”

             
“So, why didn’t you fuck me?”

             
Pushing him down on the bed she nibbled his ear and finally whispered. “You were dating Janice at the time. It would have been wrong to sleep with my friend’s boyfriend.”

             
He nodded. “I see your point, and I see that you are still very horny. You want some more of me in you?”

             
“If we could do it all night long I would.”

             
“Yeah, having to go to work at seven in the morning is a bitch isn’t it?”

             
She laughed and she felt as his dick rose. Her pussy swallowed it and his hands were fondling with her breasts. “You know,” he said. “Your boobs are bigger than Samantha’s. And they are softer.”

             
Putting them in his face she began to fuck him merciless the way he had done her. She looked down at his face and she saw as he tried not to groan. Her lips were pressed onto his neck and she felt his hands in her hair. That was when she looked him in the eyes and smiled. “We should have another baby.”

             
“Alright,” he said as he pushed her onto her back. Coming on top of her he smiled. “You are in for a long night.”

             
That was when they heard Parker on the baby monitor. “No kidding,” she said.

Chapter 3

             
Morning was there and she was on her way to work. She had been working as a teacher for a few years now and teaching high school wasn’t entirely what she thought it to be. Parking she made her way into the school and was heading to her room. That was when she heard her being called out from behind.

             
“Miss. Smith, hey I am so glad I caught you.”

             
Looking to the man who had called her he appeared to be new. “My name is Benjamin Locke and I am going to be your teacher’s assistant.”

             
“Really now? I was never informed of me getting a teaching assistant. In fact I didn’t even know I needed one.”

             
“Well it is a surprise for me too. I was just called up two days ago and given your information. They said you could use the help.”

             
She let out a sigh and finally nodded. “Alright then, we are going to the office and we are going to figure out what is happening.”

             
Getting inside she saw several students making big eyes at each other. She remembered how high school was, she tried to forget sometimes though. In the office she saw Principal Freeman in his office.

             
“Oh Amanda, I see you have met Mr. Locke.”

             
“Sir,” she said. “I wasn’t even aware that I was getting a TA. When were you planning on telling me?”

             
“I sent out a notice to you.”

             
“If you did I never received it. – Look you of all people know of how much of a control freak I am. Not that having a TA is a bad thing, but I just work differently than most teachers.”

             
“Well then maybe that is why we assigned him to you. See other teachers aren’t able to connect with students the way you do. That is why he was assigned to you, So suck it up.”

             
“Yes sir. Um, Mr. Locke follow me please.”

             
Leaving the office she felt a sense of frustration and that was when they made it to her room. She taught literature at the school, and she had been surprised with how illiterate students were. She had thought that with these students they would be smart, but they used their lingo and never used punctuation.

             
“So where are you from,” she asked.

             
“Africa,” he said. “I am from Togo. But my family and I came to the state when I was a young boy.”

             
She nodded. “Well welcome to Buffalo, New York. This is where I grew up and plan to stay. This high school is Williamsville North and the land of the Spartans. My objective in this classroom is to teach them what they need to know and try to have fun with it. This week I am going to assign a project to them to teach them about journalism. They are going to have their own newspaper and they get to decide what they would like to report about what is happening in the world.”

             
“Sounds like fun. – So Miss. Smith are you married? I don’t see a ring on your finger.”

             
“No, I am not married. – And this is something you need to know. I don’t like talking about my personal life. Especially not at work, this is not a place for any conversations like that.

             
“Have you always been that way? Or is it just being next to someone so handsome that makes you say otherwise?”

             
She looked down and she felt uncomfortable as he kept his eyes on her. The arrogance he had about himself was disturbing and she did not appreciate it. “I have always been like this.”

             
He nodded and she went to her desk. Getting out a few papers she was going to have her first class get their new assignment. She felt as his eyes stayed on her and she was beginning to feel sick. She did not want him around watching her. There was nothing so interesting about herself.

             
“You know that you are very attractive right? Not many women with red hair are pretty.”

“This here is a work zone.
We do not gossip and we do not make inappropriate conversation. We are here to teach and to set example and we do not flirt. When you are in this room I am the boss and whatever I say is law. Do
not
try to hit on me. I am not into guys like you.”

             
“Oh, so you don’t like black men? I never realized that people here were racist.”

             
“It isn’t your ethnicity. It is you acting arrogant. You are not some big shot and no matter what you do or say I will never be into you.”

             
Before he could say anything the bell rang and students began filing into class. Her students sat down and some of them were still whispering. When the final bell rang they waited for a moment and they all said the Pledge of Allegiance and the morning announcements began. Once they were over the class looked to her with wonder.

             
“Class,” she said with her composure regained. “This is Mr. Locke and he is our teaching assistant. He will be with us for the remainder of the year. Now, I have a project for all of you. So how many of you know about journalism?”

             
The entire class rose their hand.

             
“Great. The project we will be working on is due in two weeks.” Standing up she began to pass out the papers. “It is very basic and the only rules to follow are that it is appropriate for school. You all have full reign over this project and you don’t even need to use current news. You can go on and report about what happened twenty years ago.”

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              The rest of the day went by without Mr. Locke saying anything inappropriate to her. Sitting behind her desk school was dismissed, but she was still grading papers. “School is out,” he began. “Are we able to talk about other things now?”

             
Looking up over the paper she was reading she shook her head. “No. This is still my classroom and I am still working.”

             
Before she realized what had happened he was standing at her desk looking at her. “You know you would work better if you had my cock in your pussy.”

             
“And you also know that I can report you for sexual harassment. I don’t know in what world you are living in, but I am not your bitch. I do not know how anything is run in your country, but here in America women don’t need men. There are laws about sexual harassment for a reason and it is because men like you are disgusting pigs. Now if you want to keep this job I suggest you leave me alone and do what you are supposed to. – And next time you even touch one of my students “by accident” I will report you.”