The Rules of Detention - Sex Stories

The Rules of Detention

... tan cheeks until he saw her glistening moist pussy and tight little asshole. He took his index finger and slipped it into her pussy, while holding her down by her arms using his left hand. Felicia blushed at the sight he was seeing. She never felt more embarrassed than how she felt at this moment. Derek smacked her ass again, leaving a red hand print in it's wake. He loved seeing her perfect round ass ripple with the smack. “I think you've earned my cock in that filthy little pussy,” he said. He leaned into her on the desk, sliding his cock into her pussy. The warmth surrounded his cock, giving them both a sensational pleasure. He started moving his hips, thrusting his large cock deep into her. Felicia began to moan in pleasure and stopped fighting him off. She knew she shouldn't have been enjoying it, but she couldn't help it. She wanted him to keep going. He put both his hands on her hips and pulled her with every thrust, filling her pussy up with his cock. Derek knew he was breaking her down into the filthy slut that she was. Her pussy felt so good riding him. He had this girl right where he wanted her. He pulled out of her and pulled her skirt and thong completely off before flipping her over on the desk. He grabbed his phone and started filming the area where he would slam his cock in her. He nestled himself in between her and put one of his arms under her leg to pull her to the edge of the desk. He started slamming his cock roughly in her pussy, hearing the desk ...

... scrape against the floor and the thudding sound of their bodies pulsate. He started going rougher and faster, hearing her squeals of pain and pleasure mix. Felicia was about to explode. She could feel him hitting her g-spot again and again. It was getting her closer and closer to an orgasm. She could feel the pressure rising in the pit of her stomach, and her legs started to tingle. She felt an wave of pleasure wash through her, and she moaned out with a pleasurable sound. Her legs tightened around his hips, constricting him into her. After her orgasm, her legs finally rested, and she felt her body was exerted. Derek noticed her body almost limp. “Tsk tsk tsk,” he said, putting the camera down. He pulled back out of her and grabbed her arm, yanking her off the desk. “Did you ask for permission to cum?” he asked, holding his hand at the base of her throat. He didn't squeeze, but felt she needed to be punished. “N-no. I couldn't help it,” she muttered. Felicia felt she had done something wrong, but had no control over her body. Derek shook his head. “You should have asked me before you came. I might have let you,” he said. He turned her and pushed her into the wall chest first. He put his hand on top of her head, still pushing her down and into the wall. She ended up in a supported position with her ass up in the air. He started stroking his cock again, feeling her sweet juices lubricate him. “You had such a wet pussy. I wonder if it was wet enough for what I want to do,” he said, ...