The Battered Lamp Seven: The Jealousy of the Witch - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Seven: The Jealousy of the Witch

... He knelt behind her and shoved his cock into her tight hole. He savored her spongy flesh as he pounded her cunt. His balls slapped against her clit, and she howled like a wild animal. He grabbed a lock of her blonde hair, pulling on it as he rode her tight ass. “Fucking whore!” he groaned. “I want to feel you cum on my cock. I love feeling a dirty bitch cum on me.” “Yes!” she moaned, slamming her hips back. “Fuck me harder! I'll cum! I'm so close! Oh, god! I've never been fucked this hard!” The empty hallway echoed with the slap of their flesh, and their animalistic grunts. He fucked her hard, just like she begged, and she quickly arched her back and came hard on his cock. Her cunt squeezed down on him, making her canal a wonderful paradise to plunge into. “That's it, my dirty, little whore! You came because I treated you like a bitch!” “Yes!” she screamed. “I'm your dirty bitch!” He pulled out of her and yanked her hair until her cheek rubbed against his cock. Then he jerked his fist furiously up and down his greased shaft. The pressure grew and grew and grew, then he erupted on her face. White strands streaked across her cheek and and forehead, dripping thick down her face. Another blast landed in her blonde hair, and the final one landed on her purple blouse. “You're going to wear my cum all day, bitch!” he grunted—with Aaliyah's wishes, he felt invincible. He could live out whatever perverted fantasy filled his mind. He didn't have to bury them in the depths of his soul ...

... because of society's judgmental rules. “Oh, god, everyone's going to see.” Her lips curled into a slight, pleased smile. Kyle grinned at her. “And you'll tell them exactly whose cum it is, won't you.” “Yes!” He nodded. “After school, I'll speak to your parents and have them sign a concubine contract so it'll be official.” “Yes, Kyle.” “Master,” he corrected. “Yes, Master.” Kyle pulled her to her feet and helped her pull up her jeans. They walked into drafting class; Mr. Wilkie was not pleased that they were late. “Miss Kendrick, you will wash your face clean this instant!” their teacher bellowed. “I can't do that,” she answered, wilting beneath the teacher's demands. “I'm Kyle's now. And he wants me to wear his cum proudly.” Mr. Wilkie's face went red and he spluttered. “That's it! We're going to see the Principal this instant!” Kyle gave the teacher an insolent grin. “Will we?” Aaliyah, I wish to be out of trouble with Mr. Wilkie. *I can't change that now, my love,* her worried thought sent back. *It's too late. You've been caught.* Kyle groaned, he was learning all about Aaliyah's limitations as he marched behind the teacher. So I have to make a wish not to get in trouble before I have my fun? *Yes. Oh, I hope it's not serious? Kyle had a sinking feeling it would be as he looked at the glowering face of Mr. Wilkie. Principal Burke was a distinguished looking man, his black hair just graying, and in great shape for a guy in his fifties, or even his thirties. And he did not ...