The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirteen: The Despair of the Warrior - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirteen: The Despair of the Warrior

... and grabbed his teacher's hips, moving her behind the desk. She was very pliant, flashing him pleased smiles. She was a very submissive woman, happy to be his. “Start teaching,” he whispered in her ear, lifting up her skirt. No panties. He chuckled, stroking her plump, naked ass. “What a slut.” She squirmed back against him and let out a pleased purr. “Class, turn to page 211,” she said, leaning over her desk. “We'll be continuing our study on Beowulf.” Kyle unzipped his pants, his cock prodding the cheeks of her ass. She wiggled back against him. “Lexie,” Ms. Capello gasped as his cock slipped into her cunt. “Start reading from line 300.” “Yes, Ms. Capello,” Lexie said, standing up. She was a new transfer student that started this week with curly, brunette hair and gray eyes. She fixed them on Kyle, and had a naughty smile. Kyle grinned back, reaching around and boldly squeezing his concubine's large tits. He watched Lexie's breasts straining her fuzzy, mauve sweater as she read the poem. He jabbed his cock into his concubine's pussy, lubing his shaft with her juices, before he jerked his cock out, smearing it up between her asscheeks, and drove it home into her ass. “Oh,” Ms. Capella gasped. “Are you okay?” Lexie asked. “Just helping Mr. Unmei out. He's in dire need of some alternative teaching,” his concubine answered, squeezing her ass on Kyle's cock. “But he's a very diligent student. Keep reading.” “Yes, Ms. Capella.” As Kyle thrust his cock over and over into the ...

... velvet warmth of his concubine's ass, he couldn't take his eyes off Lexie's tits. Her aura was a deep crimson, a dominant personality, not willing to submit to Kyle's desires. He could wish for her to be eager and willing to fuck, but she really wouldn't be. It would be a trick, a deceit, and he wanted his women to be willing. I do wish I could see her tits, he thought, squeezing his teacher's, pretending they were Lexie's round tits. *Done!* Aaliyah's voice rang in his head. Before Kyle could countermand his accidental wish Lexie set her textbook on her desk and pulled her fuzzy sweater over her head, exposing her breasts straining a gray bra. Her hands reached behind her. Kyle knew he should rescind the wish, but he wanted to see them so bad, and it was hard to think clearly with his cock buried in his teacher's ass. Her bra came off, and then she shot Kyle a look, a frown playing on her lips as the undergarment slipped down her arms, exposing a lush pair of tits with hard, dusky nipples that seemed to be pointing right at them. “That's it,” he whispered, pumping faster. “Such a lovely pair of tits.” *They are,* giggled Aaliyah. *What until you see the pair I'm looking at! Oh, and I took some liberties. No one will care that she's baring all!* Lexie kept reading, unconscious that her breasts were bare, quivering as she breathed. “You should fuck her, Master,” Ms. Capello whispered. “Make her yours.” “She's not a submissive,” Kyle grunted. “Not like you, my slutty, submissive ...