Deal or No Deal - Sex Stories

Deal or No Deal

... Mr. Deutsch slammed his entire eight inch member into my tight pussy with one desperate push. His old desk squeaked violently as he fucked me to the hilt. My tits swayed mercilessly while his bulbous head jammed against my cervix. I played with my hard clit, still entranced by the raw fuck video plastered on the screen. At that moment, I thought I was dreaming, but pleading not to be woken up in fear of losing such a vivid dream. His rounded fingernails left deep prints on my waist as Deutsch plunged himself deeper. “Fuck me,” I mumbled the entire time, begging him to proceed. “I need to get into more trouble!” We cleared down his desk, dabbling in every position we managed to put ourselves in for a couple of hours. Thankfully, no one else was in the building to witness our long morning of explicit, steamy sex, pleasuring themselves at the moaning and grunting from behind the closed door. From wall to wall, his desk chair, riding him on top of his desk, and on the floor, Mr. Deutsch was finally able to show me what he thought of our situation, screwing me hard and announcing to the world the name of his “favorite student.” With a couple of deep thrusts, he fired off hot, sticky loads of cum, shooting into my slick, fuzzy pussy as his index finger ground my clit until I flew into the air from impending orgasm. We shuddered against each other for some time, rubbing our clammy, sweaty bodies against each other and locking into deep, wet kisses. Deutsch’s icy blue eyes brought me ...

... back to the present, making me aware of the magnitude of what we did moments ago and the night before. I watched his lip pucker and eyes squint as he probably came to the same realization, still entranced by my nakedness against his clothed body. “Those hard nipples are calling my name,” Mr. Deutsch giggled vindictively, casually playing with my tit as his arm reached over my body and his sultry breath pooled on my tawny, hairless skin. “It must be cold in here for them to be like that.” “Oh yeah,” I trembled, nervous in front of my administrator. “May I have my clothes back please?” “And what do I get in return?” “Well, you fucked me three times during the football game and we just fucked again. Not to mention, you have it on tape, sir. What more could you want?” The jingling of my car keys aroused my excitement, as it was the reason I reentered the school building. Exhausted, Mr. Deutsch dragged his tall self to his feet, buckled his pants, and then pulled my keys out of his slack pocket, waving them over me as I continued to lie on the ground like a dog begging for a nasty, stale biscuit that I desperately worked for. “Stand up and get dressed,” Mr. Deutsch commanded, tossing a pile of my clothes I wore to the game from one of his lower desk drawers. “I’ll propose my deal after you cover yourself and I can think without my joystick leading the way…” “A deal?” I laughed in his face, pulling on my black skinny jeans and tight school jersey. “Like what, dare I ask?” This man ...