State of Affairs, Chapter 2

by Ronk

Terry Mathews had only been in her job for six months, but in those few months she had delivered hundreds of confidential documents to embassies all over Washington D.C. As a member of the State Departments currier service she was proud of her service to the country she loved. But today was different, what she was about to do could only be seen as treason.

As Terry finished the last of her coffee she tried to come to grips with the terrible urges that drove her to this place. One name and one year of impossible experiences kept forcing their way to the front of her tortured mind. Ms. Mayo, she had lit the fires of uncontrollable lust and passion. Her submission to this woman had eventually ended in indescribable pain that had forever altered her life...

Thursday 3:30 pm. Ms. Mayo's Health Studies room.

What am I doing here Terry thought as she felt her heart begin to flutter with anticipation and embarrassment. She was so out of control and so helpless right now. It wouldn't take much to push her over the edge she thought.

The room seemed to be empty for the moment. The only thing she could sense was the constant pounding of her heart.

Why can't I get my mind off of Ms. Mayo? Even during church Ms. Mayo's beautiful body captures my thoughts and twists them until I can't resist touching myself.

Terry was confused, wasn't it wrong to be turned on by women. Her mother and the pastor of her church would surely tell her yes. If I just turn around now and leave maybe this will all go away Terry thought. Nothing has happened yet and if I act right now nothing will.

Ms. Mayo watched with some amusement from the shadows as her unsuspecting prey battled with herself. Ms. Mayo had seen this countless times, first they try and deny their lust then next comes guilt, then surrender. All the young girls she had introduced into the lifestyle started out innocent and naive, untouched and ripe for her picking. Ms. Mayo's friends never could understand why she liked teaching in these small backward towns. Of course she could never reveal her intentions or tell them why a big city girl who graduated at the top of her class from an ivy league college preferred small out of the way farming towns to the excitement of the big city. No, the smaller town the better was her motto.

The lure of turning young innocent girls away from their pure white bread world and guiding them into a place where she could drain them of their inhibitions and replace them with pure hedonistic pleasure was too much for Ms. Mayo. She knew big city girls already were exposed to every sexual lure and temptation possible. It would be difficult to find pure virgin sheep there. But middle America, the bible belt, that was where all the action was. She fancied herself as some sort of lesbian crusader who opened young girls minds and introduced their bodies to the pleasures of pure decadent sexual chaos. She loved the chase, seduction then the ultimate possession of their very souls. Once the school year and the summer had past then off to another school and another conquest.

How many cherries had she popped in the last few years, more than any man she was sure. Being a teacher sure had its perks when it came to her favorite hobby she thought to herself.

Now to tighten the noose thought Ms. Mayo. She carefully unbuttoned the third button on the front of her blond silk blouse. This tactic worked every time, it further exposed her black laced bra and revealed just a hint of her dark areola underneath.

Then just as Terry mustered enough courage to bolt from the room, Ms. Mayo approached her from behind.

"Thank you for coming Ms. Mathews, you're right on time," Ms. Mayo said, using her authoritative teacher voice. "Please close the door. We have a lot to talk about."

"What?" Terry blurted out as she turned around to face Ms. Mayo now standing directly behind her. She forced herself to stare into her tormentors eyes but the lure of those exposed breasts soon won and Terry's attention fell captive to the ingenious snare of black laced bra and partially exposed brown areola.

Terry's face immediately flushed with embarrassment and her knees began to shake, she knew she would faint at any moment.

Ms. Mayo reached out and took Terry's hand into hers. "Are you ok." She asked with concern. "You look like you need to sit down."

The very touch of Ms. Mayo's hand caused an uncontrollable thrill that ran through Terry's body. Like a bolt of electricity it sparked straight to her clit and immediately she could feel a familiar thumping and then a warm wetness begin to collect in her panties crotch.

Ms. Mayo could tell her months of subtle seduction was finally having it's desired effects on Terry as the young girls eyes began to glaze over and her breathing became labored. Taking her other hand, Ms. Mayo slowly maneuvered Terry to an area away from prying eyes. She slowly began to increase her contact with the helpless teen by embracing her in a hug while purposefully drawing Terry tightly against her firm breasts.

Small tremors of electricity began to cascade up and down Terry's spine as Ms. Mayo moved one hand to cradle Terry's head against the soft perfumed nape of her neck. Shock, embarrassment, guilt and lust rushed through Terry's mind impossibly all at once as she struggled to process what was happening. Her own arms betrayed her as they slowly moved to embrace her teacher.

Ms. Mayo tightly held her young student for several minutes as she drove home who was in charge and to measure how submissive her new love interest was. She smiled to herself when Terry began to whimper, her stiff body soon melted, giving in to her teachers silken assault. Never once did she try and pull away.