Academic Dishonesty 3 - Sex Stories

Academic Dishonesty 3

... pussy is this?” Mr. Carter asks forcefully. Without a thought, I give a muffled response through my panties. “Whose pussy is this?” he repeats again before spanking my bottom. I moan out louder, unable to give him a proper response. “I’d say you need a reminder," he growls, and lines up his cock right to my pussy before slamming into me. Instantly, my pussy contracts around him before convulsing around him in pleasure. My back arches and my muscles contract desperately around him as ecstasy flows through my veins. His hips continue to move, picking up speed prolonging my orgasm. I shudder around him, convulsing as it rolls into another one and he continues like a jackhammer. “This is my pussy!” he grunts with ferocious strokes, pushing his shaft into me until it hits my cervix. He continues to slam into me, despite my pussy’s tight hold around his shaft. The wet squishing sound of our sexes and my muffled moans fill the room, as sweat drenched our bodies. His hands grope my breasts, twisting and squeezing them as his pelvis smashes against my own. “I’m going to ruin your beautiful little cunt with my cock!” he growls, before giving it to me even harder. The growing pressure between my groin is too hard to ignore, and as if sensing this, his rough finger slips to my clit and flicks it before ...

... rubbing it. “Cum for me,” he whispers. I am sent into oblivion as I feel my pussy clench harshly around him, his thrusts slows down. His hold on my breasts tighten before his cock twitches inside me and fills me with hot spurts of his seed. My body thrashes against the restraints, and my eyes rolls to the back of my head as my orgasm continues. Breathing deeply, both of us look at each other as we come down from our climaxes. I felt shattered and I tremble slightly as he slowly withdraws himself from me before untying me and pulling my panties out of my mouth. His arms wrap around my tired body before kissing me down my neck. I inhale his masculine scent and relax underneath his touch “Anne?" “Hmmm,” I respond by tilting my head and facing him. His fingers push a stray of hair out of my face before trailing the side of my cheek. “How does a cup of coffee sound?” he asks. I furrow my brow in confusion. “This isn't just about sex, Anne. I would have gone out to a bar for a one night stand for that,” he explains. I look away unsure of how to respond to that. “Look at me,” he whispers, his voice soft. I turn my head and look him straight in the eyes. “I want to take the more traditional route with you. I want to romance you,” he pleads. “Coffee sounds great,” I whisper before kissing him on the lips.