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The Seduction of Mr. Schu	By : quinnfabraysmut Category: G through L > Glee Views: 20942 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-The Seduction of Mr. Schu
- 2-The Fucking of Quinn Fabray
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It started small but hardly innocent.
Will was sitting at his desk when he heard his iPhone alert him to a new message. When he opened it, he found a picture, and he gasped, wide-eyed.
It was a straight-on picture of a woman’s cleavage. It was pretty poorly lit but definitely clear enough to know what he was seeing.
It had to be a mistake. Emma would never send him anything like this, and of course he’d only had eyes for her for over a year, well before Terri’s betrayal had come to light.
At least he was willing to concede to himself that the baby that turned out to be a fraud had only been a distraction at best, a flickering hope for his failing marriage.
Half-truths were kind of his thing.
His eyes did actually wander sometimes, but he was unwilling to admit even to himself whom he was looking at.
It was Emma for him…only Emma.
Even if she was deathly afraid of sex and Will was in desperate need of sexual release.
But, really, the picture had to be a mistake. He had all the numbers of the women he knew, all just friends, plus Terri out of obligation, in his phone, so whomever this was had to have dialed incorrectly.
He stared at the dim picture. The woman did have nice cleavage. Clearly her breasts weren’t overly large, but they looked nice and full and pert. The smooth expanse of skin between the breasts was just as mouthwatering as the hint of breasts.
His dick twitched, and he quickly closed out the message.
He couldn’t do it.
He couldn’t betray Emma by indulging this way. Fleeting glances in her direction was enough.

A couple days later, at about the same time, he heard his phone alert him again.
He was slightly less shocked by the picture this time.
It was almost the same. It was dim, and the cleavage was the same, even including the very low cut light-colored lapels that framed the woman’s exposed flesh.
This time, though, the angle was from above, looking down through the obviously beautiful breasts.
He closed it out immediately, trying very hard not to get sucked into whatever was happening, intentionally or not.
He didn’t seem to notice that he never even considered responding to alert the woman that she had the wrong number.
So, he got a third and a fourth.
The third was straight on again, but a little lower showing a hint of a toned abdomen.
The fourth was the same except the jacket was invisible in the picture. The photographer had moved the camera closer so that no more skin was exposed, though.
Will never set the sender straight and found himself really staring at the fourth picture.

From then on, every day during his office hours, he got a new picture.
He still didn’t report back to the person or move to block the number.
And, he began to enjoy them.
The cleavage pictures turned into pictures of other parts of the woman’s body. They were all equally dim so he couldn’t tell things like complexion.
He had no idea who was sending him the pictures.
One was a toned stomach, with a soft and feminine v-cut …very sexy.
Then an ass, large and rounded but not flabby in the least.
Firm thighs…long toned calves.
And those breasts always figured very prominently in the series of pictures. The woman kept her important parts covered always, but that didn’t keep Will from lusting after the woman who was sending these suggestive pictures.
Alarm bells began to ring in the back of his head, though, at one point.
It was more than his betrayal of Emma that was bothering him.
Something about this woman seemed different, but he couldn’t pinpoint it.
There was something about each picture that was troubling, but he couldn’t pinpoint it.
This was a student!
The pictures showed a very feminine bedroom that could be an adult’s or a teenager’s. It was frilly and pink but not excessively so.
The giveaway, though, the thing that was in every picture that he hadn't really seen until now made his body heat rise instead of his blood running cold like he knew it should.
Next to a pink alarm clock that he now knew could only belong to a teenager was a stack of textbooks!
In the picture, the girl was showing off her firm ass and strong but feminine legs under a form-fitting skirt.
This was a student, and she was either a cheerleader or a dancer, which means she could very well be in his Glee Club!
Will’s dick throbbed. This was so wrong, but he couldn’t help it.
He was just looking at pictures, right? He was just looking at pictures that the girl sent by her own free will, right?
The names of all the girls ran through his head.
His mind went through each one, unbidden. Certain things about each picture—he had looked at them enough—made him think it could be any one of them.
Shit! He knew he couldn’t entertain any of these thoughts about his Glee girls, especially about one particular girl.
It was too dangerous.
He just couldn’t.
Frankly, he didn’t trust himself.
He had to stop.

All Will’s resolve to stop contemplating just who was sending the pictures flew away with the next one.
It was a torso shot of the girl in a dark lace lingerie set.
It was a solid color, so he couldn’t see any “important” parts, but all that exposed skin, including the familiar cleavage, made that decidedly unimportant.
That same alarm clock and that same stack of books reminded him that this was so deliciously wrong.
His dick twitched, and this time he couldn’t ignore it.
He reached down and cupped himself over his pants.
Then, he got another message…it was the first time she’d sent him two in one day.
It was as if she knew what he was doing in response to her picture.
The follow-up was a picture of this tempting girl lying down, cupping her pussy over the panties.
“Fuck!” Will gasped and unzipped his pants.
He didn’t know which girl was sending the pictures, but he knew she was extremely sexy. It could be any one of the Cheerios or any of the gorgeous girls in his glee club.
All the Glee girls would be hard to resist, especially…
He stroked himself staring at that glorious ass.
He coaxed the precum from his slit imagining palming those perfect tits.
He spread the precum over himself, getting hard to dreams of gorgeous, lean legs wrapped around his waist.
He palmed his balls and imagined those panties pushed to the side and his dick inside.
He shot his load to thoughts of shooting it inside of her.

The girl kept sending the pictures like clockwork.
And, they were getting more and more naughty…not quite dirty yet, but definitely naughty.
She was wearing less and less as the pictures continued.
The lingerie pictures continued for a couple of days with breasts, ass, pussy, sometimes hands covering the material, sometimes not.
They were always so sexy, Will couldn’t help himself.
The bright side was that he always got at least one orgasm a day out of it.
Then, one day, she escalated the game from naughty to dirty.
The lingerie she wore in the next picture was see-through.
He couldn’t believe his eyes. This girl was definitely teasing him, and he had no more doubt that she knew the effect she was having on him.
In the next several pictures, he could see firm breasts with erect nipples or a trimmed patch of hair.
The pictures continued in this way, from different angles, except some had hands covering the nipples and the pubic hair.
He started to notice her hands. They looked long and slender, but he couldn’t be sure. The pictures were still dim, so he couldn’t tell if it was the angle and lighting making them look that way.
But, it certainly helped the fantasies he had at some point fully allowed himself to have.
He still wasn’t naming the girl in his dreams. That seemed like something like a forbidden line…and getting his hopes up.
So, he scrolled through the pictures, feeling more and more aroused by firm ass, toned thighs, delicious abs and pert breasts. He always finished with pictures of that ass that was so perfect he didn’t know if he wanted his mouth or his hands on it first.
When he felt the semen release from his balls, he always imagined it spilling inside of her.

He eventually started to really look forward to the pictures she sent and the daily orgasm.
So, one day when he entered his office and saw a nice gift bag on his desk, he was a little surprised and intrigued.
As soon as he sat at his desk and reached for the bag, he heard his phone chime.
He wrestled briefly between looking at his phone and looking in his bag but decided on the picture first.
And, instead of twitching at the picture, his dick sprung to an almost painful hardness in his pants.
The picture was the first hint of the girl’s face.
It was her full lips wrapped around a giant, penis-shaped dildo.
It made him all the more eager to look in the bag, and what he found there almost made him cum in his pants.
In the bag was a wrinkled, wet pair of panties…the same black panties she’d first displayed her (covered) pussy in.
He put the panties down and pulled his dick out.
It was way too stiff at this point, and he needed for it to be free to spring up, which it did, resting on his stomach.
He was getting so hot from the arousal—this was possibly the most turned on he’d ever been!—that he took off his tie and shirt.
The door was locked. He had started to lock it after he forgot the first day he masturbated to the mystery teenaged girl.
So, he sat, naked from the waist up, pants around his ankles, and picked up the panties.
He sniffed and moaned. His dick jumped again, and he wrapped his fist around it as he continued to sniff the musky, sweet scent of feminine arousal the mystery girl herself had left.
He wondered what she’d been thinking about when she got that wet.
He wondered what it tasted like.
So he tasted it.
“Oh my god,” he sighed out loud.
He licked and licked the delicious juice as he jerked himself hard.
Licking and sucking the satin panties put such vivid images in his head that he had to squeeze his balls to keep from cumming.
He wanted to cum when he was looking at those lips wrapped around the dildo.
So he turned the panties inside out and put the part that had touched teenage pussy in his mouth as he reached for the phone.
Staring at the lips, imagining it was his cock—it was big enough if he said so himself—in that hot mouth.
The taste of high school-girl juices and the sight of that mouth sent him over the edge.
There was so much cum, he imagined it leaking out of her after he pulled out.

The next day, he was eager to find out what he would get when he got back to his office.
Another bag was on his desk…another pair of panties?
He quickly sat down, dug into the bag and pulled out a wide black strip of satin. A note fell out of it as he unraveled it.
The note said:
Stay in your office until everyone else leaves the school, and, then, put the blindfold on.
He’d have to wait a while, and he was a little afraid that the girl would get caught staying behind in the building afterhours. At least, he hoped she was staying behind.
He couldn’t deny it any longer. He wanted this girl…whoever she was.
It was worth everything to see what she planned.
By 5:30, the buildings were empty since the janitorial staff only worked on Saturdays.
He waited just a few minutes longer than he thought was necessary, and he put the blindfold on.
In a matter of seconds after he had the blindfold on and had settled in his chair, his door opened.
He thanked God he had remembered to leave it unlocked because he’d gotten in the habit of locking it.
The girl said nothing, but Will heard the rustling of material hitting the floor.
His mouth watered, and he couldn’t keep in his moan.
Then he heard footsteps moving closer.
He felt her push his chair back, and he felt and heard her sit on the desk in front of him.
Her shins brushed his knees.
He groaned quietly.
Then he felt hot breath in his ear, as she whispered, “Touch me. I want you to fuck me with your fingers and eat me out.”
She guided his hands to her thighs.
He moaned. Such smooth skin…he didn’t know who this was, but, right then, he couldn’t think of a girl with any resemblance to the one he saw in those pictures that he didn’t want his mouth on.
He kneaded the flesh of the supple thighs and then moved his finger up to the wet pussy.
“Mmmm...you’re wet already,” he marveled.
“Mhm,” she grunted.
Damn. He still couldn’t tell who she was, but right then he didn’t care.
Her whispers and grunts were sexy, and he wanted to hear her moan.
He dragged his index finger through her pussy lips, gathering wetness.
“I have to get inside your pussy,” he said and pushed in.
“My God!” he gasped.
She was like satin inside.
“And bare,” he said out loud.
He put another finger in and dragged along her upper wall.
She squeaked delicately.
“Found your spot, huh?” he smiled.
He thrust a few times, and finally she moaned.
It was a deep, raspy, sexy-as-fuck moan.
He dragged his fingers over her walls again, and her moan deepened.
“MMMMMmmm”
Still he couldn’t tell which girl the voice belonged to.
“Now I need a taste,” he said and pulled his fingers out.
She gasped as he pulled out and gasped again when he put his tongue to work.
He explored and sucked her pussy lips.
“Shit, you taste like heaven,” he exclaimed.
Then, he stuck his tongue in and pressed on her clit.
She jumped.
So, he did it again.
Once he collected the juice from her pussy, he brought her clit into his mouth and sucked hard.
“Aaahhh!!!” she screamed.
And she clenched.
And she gushed on his tongue.
She panted and panted as he cleaned her pussy and finally pushed him away, still panting.
His dick was hard, and he needed it out.
He stood up, still blindfolded.
“Can I fuck you?” he begged.
He felt her legs around his legs pulling him closer and her hands on his belt buckle beginning to undo it.
He felt her hot breath in his ear again.
“You can fuck me as much as you want. I want to be bad with you. You're so sexy. I love dancing with you. And I want everyone talking about me. I want everyone to know tomorrow that I was thoroughly fucked because I’m marked and walking funny, and I want them to wonder who gave it to me so good. No one’s talking about me lately, and, after all, a bad reputation is better than no reputation at all.”
A bad reputation is better than no reputation at all.
“Quinn?”
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