Almost Sorry (NSFW)

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All persons in this story are over the age of 18. All stories are my own and not to be published anywhere without my consent

Prompt: I’ll fuck you until you’re too tired to even speak.

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    He was watching me. He is always watching me nowadays. No shame, that one, and why should he? Tall, tan, blonde hair, blue-eyed, muscled to oblivion... the boss. The same boss who, not a week ago, had me bent over his desk begging him to make me cum.

    It couldn’t happen again. He’s married, and my BOSS for fucks sake, not a prime candidate for a bedfellow. But here he was, practically eye fucking me for the whole office to see. Just get your work done, you moron. Keep your head down and ignore him. Pretend he doesn’t exist. It was all I could do not to run out of the office.

    The rest of the day went off without a hitch, though I got absolutely nothing done, my mind drifting to that night. I was staring at my screen so hard I didn’t notice my co-workers had all left. Or so I thought.

    Packing up my things, I start to rush out. As I walk past his office, I hear him call out to me.

    Jumping out of my skin, I turn to him. “Yes, Mr. Sutton?”

    Sauntering to the doorframe, grinning, he takes his time looking at me from top to bottom. After what seems like an eternity, he responds.

    “You have been ignoring me, why?”

    “You know why,” I say, pointedly looking him in the eyes. “It was a mistake, it shouldn’t have happened.” I couldn’t lose this job. But I wasn’t about to tell him that.

    “If I remember clearly, you enjoyed yourself quite a bit,” He whispered, grazing my cheek with the back of his finger.

    Smacking his hand away, I glare at him. “That doesn’t mean shit and you know it. Fuck you for thinking otherwise, you cocky bastard.” Turning, I go to walk out, but before I could get too far, I was thrown against the wall.

    “Quite a mouth on you, I preferred it when you were moaning my name,”

    He crowds me against the wall, mouth on my ear, one hand against the wall next to my face, the other trailing down my chest. I go to leave again, but his hand flies to my throat. “I know you have been thinking about it,” He whispers into my ear, nipping at the lobe. “Don’t deny it.”

    “I haven’t,” I spit out, struggling. “I don’t think about cocky self-centered assholes.”

    Growling, I’m suddenly yanked into his office, the door closing behind us. “I liked that mouth better when it was moaning. I’ll fuck you until you’re too tired to even speak.”

    Our lips crash together, and I try desperately to get him off me, but he is just too strong.

    “No, what the fuck are you doing?” I manage to get out.

    “Giving you what we both want.”

    He forces me onto the desk, chest pressing into the wood painfully. Kicking my legs apart, I curse earlier me for deciding to wear a skirt, hating the fact that he was right. I did want this, and the damp spot on my underwear tells me as much. Pressing my palms flat next to my head, I whimper as his fingers graze the edge of my underwear.

    I could leave. He isn’t even holding me down. I could run. Do I even want to? Finally touching my core, he groans, “I knew you wanted it.”

    Without warning, he rips my underwear clean off, tearing a cry from me. With full, unhindered access, he plunges a finger into me, up to the knuckle, and my cunt flutters around the intrusion, remembering the last time I was bent over this desk.

    My mind starts to go foggy as he continues to fuck me with his fingers, pleasure starting to rise. Adding another finger, he scissors me open. At least he has the courtesy to work me open first. Remembering how thick he is.

    Turning my head to look at him, I see him staring intently at his fingers working me, his bulge obvious.

    Adding another finger, I whimper, the pleasure almost hitting its peak. Pressing back against him, he forces me back down onto the desk, thrusting his fingers faster. Just as my orgasm is about to crest, he pulls out completely.

    “You don’t get to cum until I say so,” He laughs, and I can hear a zipper as he pulls himself out of his pants.

    I groan, unhappy my pleasure was interrupted. I hated that I loved this.

    Rubbing the engorged head of his cock against my slit, my hips pitch backward uncontrollably, drawing a chuckle out of him.

    “What a wanton whore you are. Does this turn you on, your superior teasing you with his cock?”

    “Fuck you,” I moan, barely able to contain myself. Just as my pleasure started up again, I shout as he pushes to the hilt inside of me.

    It feels like I’m being torn apart, his thick length filling me, his pink bulbous head kissing my cervix. I swear I can feel every vein, his balls pressed firmly against my clit. I try to catch the breath that was ripped from me.

    After an eternity, he pulled out up to the tip, pressing a hand to the base of my spine. He sets a punishing pace, skin slapping against skin, desk making horrific noises as it moves.

    I couldn’t keep up. All I could do was lay there and take the brutal pounding.

    Almost to the edge again, my walls started fluttering, trying to milk the rod inside me, but before I could think, I was empty again, shouting out of frustration. All I was rewarded with was a laugh as my fucking boss flips me onto my back, hooking my legs onto his shoulders.

    Smacking his dick on my mound, I could feel my juices leak down the crack of my ass, taking deep satisfaction at the mess I was leaving.

    Looking me in the eye, he pushes back into me, continuing his relenting pace. He kept my gaze, and any time I closed my eyes, he would smack my cunt, drawing a whimper every time.

    Bringing his thumb to my clit, he relished in my moans, taking pleasure at the fact that I hadn’t cum yet, basking in my pleasured frustrations.    

    Wrapping my legs around his waist, he hoists my almost ragdoll body up against the wall, continuing to pound furiously. I wrap my arms around his neck, letting him use and abuse me, and enjoying it the entire time.

    I was close, so painfully close to orgasm, and I’m sure he was as well, as his thrusts started to become erratic.

    “Cum for me, cum on my thick cock you little whore,” And like a switch flipped inside my brain, I scream, electricity shocking through every nerve in my body. I clench so hard in my orgasm that he is nearly forced out.

    Latching onto my neck, he thrusts one last time, filling me with his warm seed. I can feel every rope splash against my cervix, filling me to my brim.

    Resting me back on the desk, I lay lifeless, sweat beading on my forehead, my boss’ thick creamy seed leaking out of my cunt with the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced. I should feel bad, he’s my boss, but I’m not. I’m almost sorry.

Hot for Teacher (NSFW)

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AUTHOR NOTE: ALL PEOPLE INVOLVED ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18 IN THIS STORY. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18

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    This is ridiculous I think to myself as I look at the outfit I meticulously planned out for today. I had planned this out for months, since the beginning of the semester, because today was my 19th birthday, and today I will have him. Mr. Jameson, my senior year literature teacher. Dark hair, broad shoulders, tall enough to tower everyone else, most girls wanted him.

    I look again at the black pleated skirt made to reach about an inch below my ass, and the tightest shirt I could find at the mall last weekend.

    Sighing to myself, I go to get dressed, choosing the lacy red set I bought from Victoria's Secret, the set I bought that exactly matches the shade of red lipstick I was wearing. I don’t do half measures, and this won’t be an exception.

    Fully dressed, I look in my floor-length mirror. I look ridiculous. I look like a slut. But wasn’t that my goal? I wanted his attention, and this is the way to get it.

    The ping of my phone pulls me out of my thoughts, signaling that my best friend was here to pick me up. I pick up my backpack and begin to sneak out of the house, as I know full well my mother would put me 6 feet under if she saw me now. In the clear, I trot to Sally’s car.

    “Holy shit, Jenny!” She wolf whistles as I get into the car, “When you said you were going to get that dick, you really meant it!”

    Blushing, I fix my skirt, smoothing out the pleats. “You think it’ll work?”

    Pulling out of the driveway, she snorts, “Hell yeah, if the senior boys don’t get to you first.”

    The day passes by without issue, since no one cared what seniors wore anymore, but the closer it gets to last period, the more anxious I get. Last period was my favourite class, and I’m sure you know why. Mr. Jameson’s Literature class.

    Would this even work? Have I just been imagining things the whole year? Throughout the school year I would catch glimpses of him staring at me out the corner of my eye, and the closer it got to my birthday, the more I thought I was noticing. But every time I looked, he was looking somewhere else.

    I arrive at Mr. Jameson’s classroom. Looking at him as I walk in, I catch a brief widening of his eyes, quickly averting them as he pretends to shuffle his papers. Emboldened, I take my seat, keeping my legs open slightly, knowing he could see up my skirt.

    “Let’s watch a movie today.” Mr. Jameson says, quickly pulling up Romeo and Juliet, the companion to what we have been learning the last couple of weeks. The entire class period went like every other class, much to my disappointment, concluding with the final bell shrieking as usual.

    “Jenny, please stay back for a moment”

    I gulp, nodding. Taking out my phone, I text Sally to leave without me, receiving a ‘Get that dick!’ in return.

    “Close the door, please.” He orders, and when I turn around, I jump. Pushing me up against the solid wood door, his scent fills my nose. I can almost feel the gush flood into my panties. Looking up, I can see the hunger in his eyes, faces merely millimeters apart. “Do you know how difficult you have made this entire year?” I shake my head, not breaking eye contact.

    Flicking between my lips and my eyes, smirking, I realize I wasn’t the only one waiting for this day. Smirking, he lightly traces my lips with his thumb. “I think you should make it up to me.”

    Knowing this was a shared want makes me extremely brave, so I lightly trace his growing bulge. “I think I can do that.” Heart thudding in my chest, I drop down to my knees.

    I had spent many a night with my trusty dildo imagining what he would be like, and now that I was gonna find out, I didn’t wanna wait any longer. Pulling down his zipper, I look up to find him staring. Taking him in hand, I whimper at the sight of him. He wasn’t even fully hard, and he was way bigger than I expected. Thick in all the right ways, with a glorious tip peaking out from behind sight foreskin.

    Of course, I have had boyfriends, but none of them compare to Mr. Jameson. Pumping him to full hardness, I run my tongue up the bottom of his dick, swirling my tongue around the tip, picking up the bead of precum.

    Groaning, I feel him thread his fingers through my hair, clenching at the crown of my head. Blowing against the tip, I look up once again, catching his eye. Smirking, I plunge down on his thick length, getting halfway down before my gag reflex kicks in.  

    “Fuck,” I hear as his hips thrust forward slightly, not able to control himself. Wrapping my hand around the length I couldn’t engulf, I continue sucking him, moaning and tonguing that sensitive spot underneath the tip every time I pull off, extremely proud of the red ring of my lipstick around his length.

    With a growl, he pulls me up from the floor and kisses me hard, tongue delving in to explore my mouth immediately. I whimper into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck as if I could pull him any closer. One hand plunges up under my bra while the fingers of the other find my core, stroking me through my panties and I let out the most pathetic whine, trying to grind against his fingers.

    “Mmm, so wet already? Do you like sucking your teacher’s cock?” He whispers in my ear through a smirk. I nod, throwing my head back against the door as I finally get the friction I need as he flattens his palm over my mound. “I’m going to have fun wrecking you.” And with that he drags me to his desk, throwing all the papers to the floor.

    I take my shirt off before I stretch out on the desk like a cat, enjoying the hunger in his eyes. He sits down in his chair, pulling my core to the edge, and inhaling my scent. “Do you get this wet for all your male teachers?” He asks as he tongues my clit through my panties.

    “Ah, only for you.” I moan as my fingers fly to his hair, grabbing for dear life.

    He slowly drags my panties down my legs, eyes never leaving mine. All exposed to him, he takes a moment to admire me, stroking himself a couple of times. He stops to give me his full attention, kissing up my leg, getting closer and closer to the spot I want him the most. I could die here and be happy.

    Finally at his destination, he plunges his tongue into my dripping core, ripping a breathless gasp from me. One would think he was a man starved the way he devoured every inch of my sex, rolling my clit between two fingers, bringing me to the edge almost instantly. Sensing I was close, he added two deliciously thick fingers deep into me and I come almost instantly, biting into my arm to prevent myself from screaming.

    Without letting me come down from my high, he flips me around on the desk, legs dangling. He stands up, rubbing my slit with his bulbous tip. “Are you on birth control?”

    Shaking my head, I push my hips towards him, needing that length inside me. “Good.” That was all the response I got as he pushed his entire length in at once. All the air was ripped from me, my mouth open in a silent scream.

    It hurt. I had never had someone as big as him, but it felt delicious at the same time. Thankfully he waited a little bit before pulling out all the way, repeating the motion over and over. The pain eventually turned to pleasure as his veins stroked every inch of my walls.

    Losing myself in the pleasure, I was brought back down to earth by a hard spank on my ass. “That feel good baby?” He groaned as he spanked me again.

    “God. Mmm, fuck yes!” I moan as he continues spanking me, switching cheeks each time. I could feel another orgasm building up, but was abruptly disturbed as he pulled out and flipped me once again, plunging in deep.

    Leaning down, he enveloped my form with his, nibbling at my ear. “I want to see your face as I fill you with my seed.”

    Thrusting harder, he straightens up, pulling my hips to him as the desk shakes with his force. My one hand flies down to rub my clit while the other goes back to my breast, taking me close to the edge.

    “Yeah, baby, come for me while I knock you up.”

    Hearing those words sent me over the edge, gasping and convulsing on the desk with the most intense orgasm of my life.

    A few hard thrusts later, I feel him thicken, still deep inside, then the glorious warmth of him filling me up with his seed. I whimper, enjoying the feel of him inside me.

    After catching our breaths, he pulls out, swiping his finger through my dripping core, bringing it to my mouth. I thoroughly clean it, keeping eye contact.

    “I think I’ll keep these,” he says, shoving his nose into the crotch of my red panties. “I don’t think you have made it up to me enough. I think you will have to stay after school a few more times before I call it even:” he smirks at me.

    I smile, putting my shirt back on. “I think you’re right,” I say over my shoulder, grabbing my bag. “See you tomorrow, Mr. Jameson” I wink as I leave the classroom, my literature teachers come leaking down my thigh as I walk.