The Rules of Detention - Sex Stories

The Rules of Detention

... felt the warm slippery walls of her cheeks glide along his cock, making him even harder. He pushed his cock in as far as it would go. She was gagging and trying to breathe. She was already drooling down her chin and neck, soon to soak her tits in a precum and saliva mix. He pulled his cock out of her mouth, and watched her gasp for air as more saliva ran down to her tits. “See? I'm not so bad. Out of the kindness of my heart, I let you have a quick breath. You should thank your master for it,” he said. Felicia turned her face away. “Th-thank you master,” she mumbled. “I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you over the sound of my hand smacking your cheek,” he said. Felicia turned her face up to him, only to see his right hand smack her. She let out a stifled yelp, and turned her face back down. He grabbed the same part of her hair he had been holding onto and jerked her head back. “If you don't thank your master properly, then master's little slut will be all over the news,” he taunted. Felicia groaned with disgust, but realized she couldn't win. He was loving every minute of this. “Thank you master,” she said, saliva still dripping from the corners of her lips and chin. “Now, beg your master to give you more of his glorious cock,” he said, acting as if this was his right of passage. “Please master, give me your cock,” she said, almost monotone. Derek clicked his tongue. “No, no, no,” he said blatantly. He pulled her hair back and down, making her face him. “I want... you to beg me,” ...

... he demanded in a stern and clean tone. “Please?” she asked, using a sweet and kindly tone. “Please give me some more of your glorious cock” she asked, then added, “master?” Derek liked how her behavior was changing. He was about to break her at any moment. “That's more like it,” he said, shoving his cock back into her mouth. He held the phone higher to so show how much cock she could take. He kept his hand tangled in her hair, forcing his cock deeper with every forced pump into her mouth. She started gagging as his dick started to venture further down her throat. She breathed harshly through her nose and felt his dick deep in her throat. He could see the bulge of his dick sliding down her neck with each thrust. He felt his orgasm rising, and pulled his cock out. “I don't believe you deserve my load just yet,” he said. Felicia breathed deeply through her mouth, trying to compensate for the time she held her breath. “I think you got my dick good and wet for this next part.” Derek turned to the desk, and used his hands to shove most of the desk's contents into the floor. He grabbed Felicia by her arms and lifted her over her desk. He bent her over on her stomach, and placed the phone on it's side, held up by two books. and pulled down her skirt, revealing a black laced thong, which matched her bra. “You dirty little whore. Wearing a thong under a skirt? Just who were you planning on fucking today?” he asked. He pulled the thong down to her skirt just below her ass, spreading her ...