Slowly, she lowered her head down until her breath warmed the tip. His cock throbbed in her hands, and she let her tongue flick out and taste the little drop of pre-cum at the tip.
Her hot mouth surrounded his cock and with her tongue she played with the bulbous head while her hand slid along his thick length. When she pulled away, he moaned in protest and she dropped her mouth on him again.
Gently she squeezed his balls as her mouth took him in again. She started sucking up and down on his throbbing cock running her tongue along his length. One hand squeezed the base of his cock while the other lightly rubbed his balls. Each time she sucked him into her mouth, she took him a bit farther in and she felt him getting harder. When he groaned loudly, she felt herself become slick with her own excitement.
He pulled her roughly to her feet and she saw the arousal in his face as he looked at her. She kept her hands on his cock, massaging his balls and sliding her fingers gently along his thick member.
“Not yet,” he said simply as he released a ragged breath.
He looked in her eyes and she felt herself take a quick breath. His hands traveled along the front of her bra and it sent warm shivers through her.
“Take it off,” he ordered.
“But, I thought,” she began and he cut her off.
“I wasn’t asking, Heather,” he said softly.
His hands ran across the silky fabric and he quickly undid the clasp, sliding the bra to the ground. He explored her breasts, rolling the nipples tenderly between his fingertips until they stiffened under his touch. Tendrils of fire made their way to her pussy and she knew she must be soaked.
Mr. Weston cupped one full breast in his hand and leaned over to take her nipple into his mouth. His teeth ran over her erect nub and she gasped from the sensation. As his mouth teased her, his hands moved lower and lower until they found her pussy. He pushed his palm against her soft mound, pressing her clit and turning her on even more.
“Well?” he asked as his hands ran along the inside of her thighs and slowly traveled up to her sensitive slit. His hands rubbed against her, and his fingers slid along her wet folds. His fingers found her small bud again and rubbed it gently. “What do you want?”
She gasped as his thumb made circles over the sensitive nub. She knew she should tell him to not to, that she should just leave the room. Her teasing had taken her way past anything she ever expected, but when his hand squeezed the tiny bud, all thoughts of what was appropriate fled her mind. He slid a finger back inside her and she felt electricity shoot up through stomach to her breasts.
“You are so wet,” he said as his finger slid in and out of her slick pussy. “The truth is you want to be fucked. Don’t you?”
She moaned as she realized he was right. He had her so aroused that all she could think about was how much she wanted his big, hard cock inside of her. Her pussy muscles contracted involuntarily around his finger and she knew he had his answer.
“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” he asked again as his other hand cupped her breast. His thumb found her nipple and he ran his nail across it.
She gasped from the sensation and leaned against him to steady herself. His strong fingers played with her erect nipple, sending thrills through her breasts and down to her pussy.
“You’re soaked,” he said as he slipped another finger into her slick channel. “You are enjoying this aren’t you?”
Heather’s body was on fire. She wasn’t used to a man having this much control over her body. She realized she was completely lost and ready to do whatever he asked. All she could think about was fucking him, feeling his large cock inside her, her legs wrapped around him.
“You don’t just want to be fucked, you need to be fucked. Don’t you?” He squeezed her clit for emphasis, sending sensations rushing through her pussy. “Say it,” he said pausing to suck on her nipple, “Tell me you want to be fucked.”
“Yes,” she reluctantly admitted.
“I am going to enjoy sliding inside your sweet little pussy,” he whispered softly into her ear even as his cock pressed against her wet opening.
He pushed the head of his cock slowly inside her and she felt her pussy ache as her body stretched to accommodate his thick member.
“God, you’re so damn tight,” he groaned as he inched his way further inside her, forcing her tight channel to accept his large cock.
Heather moaned with pleasure and she felt her pussy open reluctantly as he penetrated her even further. The deeper inside her he pushed, the more overwhelming the sensation became.
“Oh god,” she moaned as she felt his balls gently rest against her ass. Her body was stretched beyond anything she had ever imagined, a perfect mixture of pleasure and pain. He remained there for a moment, letting her get used to his size.
Heather had never had a man fill her so completely. Her muscles clenched tightly around him and she felt him get even harder. Instinctively, she pushed up against his erection, driving him even deeper inside. He groaned as pulled himself out slowly and began a steady rhythm, pounding her hard and fast. Heather pushed up to meet him as he plunged inside her and felt her body begin to build to another climax. With each stoke, she felt herself getting more overwhelmed and the orgasm growing.
His breathing was losing control as he pounded her harder and faster. Suddenly, Heather arched her back as wave after wave of pleasure overwhelmed her body and she began to shiver uncontrollably. With each new stroke, she felt her body overcome with the sensations he was giving her. His rhythm became even harder and faster as his balls hit against her ass. He groaned with his lust and with one last, hard thrust, he came, cock buried deep, pulsing inside of her.
He collapsed on top of her, breathing hard and she wrapped her arms around his neck tightly, her body still in shock from the mind-blowing orgasms she just had.
As he pulled himself back together, Heather put back on her bra and shirt. Soon, they were both dressed and Mr. Weston headed back to his desk at the front of the classroom.
Just as they were both in their seats, the bell rang announcing the end of the period and the end of Heather’s detention.
As she stood up, Mr. Weston looked over at her. “I hope you learned a valuable lesson today.”
“Yes, I certainly did,” she answered her voice low and soft, “but I suppose you won’t know for sure until I see you tomorrow at detention.” She gave him an impish grin as she turned to leave.
“Tomorrow is Saturday,” he said.
“I know,” she replied and when she reached the door looked over her shoulder at him.
“But I never found my pen.”
The Officer Makes Her Spread 'Em By Wanda Blackwood
“Fuck,” Emily cursed as she looked in the rear view mirror and saw the police car’s lights flashing. She wondered just how long he had been behind her. Emily loved to drive fast and tonight was no exception. She usually ignored the speed limit and drove whatever speed she liked, but she was almost home and thought she’d gotten away with it, yet again. Besides, she had her “secret weapons”.
She took a deep breath as she pulled the car over to the side of the quiet street and prepared to greet the officer. This wasn’t her first rodeo — she was stopped all the time and most of the time her little routine worked pretty well. Tonight, the stakes were higher and she felt a twinge of nervousness.
She pulled her shirt down a bit, licked her lips and propped up her breasts so that they would be shown to their best advantage. Next, she lowered her window and scooted over in the seat so that she would be looking right up at him when he came over. She hoped she could win him over and be on her way soon. If not… well, she didn’t want to think about that. If she got another ticket, she would lose her license. The judge had been very clear about that.