Debauched Obsession - Sex Stories

Debauched Obsession

... tutorial,” I explained as I lifted his hand to my mouth. He finally put the damn book back on a shelf. Swiftly, he turned and devoured my mouth. I couldn’t help but stand on my tiptoes to pull him down to me.

“No.” The command was clear in his voice, but I ignored it. Well, I tried to. Then his strong hands were on my hips and he pushed me away so that my arse banged off the shelves behind me.

“Ow,” I grumbled. My pouted lip made him sneer. I knew he was fully in Dom mode.

Shit.

That beautiful bastard wouldn’t let me cum. He wrenched down my leggings and simple white cotton panties, just enough that he could see my slit. Freeing his thick, bulging, prick, he grabbed my wrist and folded my hands around the top of my panties, guiding me to hold them out towards him.

If anyone had seen us, it would have looked utterly obscene. There was a sticky string of my girly juice connecting my cunt and my underwear. He stroked his engorged prick into my panties – occasionally nudging my swollen clit with his glistening tip. Squeezing his purplish mushroom head between his thumb and fingers, his adept fingers found their way to my throat, causing my breathing to hitch and me to swallow.

I whimpered as I felt his hand tighten ever so slightly around my neck. I needed to cum. He saw the desperation in my eyes, I know that’s what tipped him over the edge as his hand around me spasmed and his balls emptied his spunk powerfully over my slit and into my panties.

A sheen of ...

... sweat gleamed on his forehead. Once he had relaxed his grip on me, he collected the remnants of his cum from himself and tucked himself away.

“You’re going to wear me for the rest of the day, and you are not going to cum again until I allow it. That’s for taking so long to get here. Understand?” I nodded, somewhat distracted by the fact that his thumb was painting my lips with his salty goodness, and the feeling of his pleasure smeared all over my sex.

I let the waistband of my underwear go, and his warm deposit slapped against me, styling my tuft of hair. I thought to myself, 'This cruel, perverted, bastard.'

I had four more hours of classes to attend, and two more lectures located on opposite ends of the campus. Josh patted the front of my panties before I left, hot as hell, for another political class I could have cared less about just then. I semi-petulantly stomped away, down the stairs, and made my way across campus to the first of my next two classes. Even as I headed over, I knew I wasn’t actually mad. I adored this feeling; being on edge. Painfully desperate for that now elusive release. I arrived outside the lecture theatre, I had ten minutes to spare. I climbed the stairs to the back of the lecture hall, mostly empty except for two guys to my right. They weren’t interested in me at all.

Good.

My laptop needed to be charged, so I climbed under the pew searching for the socket. On all fours, I looked down at my crotch and saw the noticeable dark wet ...