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by Amy Brent


  I spank her a little harder and then she cries out a little. This encourages me to make each blow fall in a steady, sharp rhythm. There’s no other sound about from the meaty crack of flesh on flesh. I imagine Darren on the other side of the wall, jerking off as if his life depends on it. Right now, my cock’s so fucking hard, that it’s hurting so much that I could take her right now. I can see that her skin’s burning and every slap must sting her more and more.

  That’s when she stops crying out and then it’s as if she starts to enjoy it. She’s allowed herself to pass the pain and go to the pleasure stage as she starts to adjust her body and move on my aching cock.

  “You’re starting to enjoy it now,” I growl as I start to spank her harder, but the only thing that’s escaping her mouth are soft whimpers which start to turn into moans.

  “Yes, Bond… very much,” she whimpers as I start to spank her once again. This time she’s moving up my leg so that her pussy lines up the curve of my thigh. She’s not trying to make me come inside her with my cock. She wants me to fuck her with my fingers. I wish I can see what her face looks like, but only Darren has the pleasure of doing that. I wonder if he’s ready to come in here now. If he wanted to just go to the next stage? Because, I’m fucking dying as the next blow makes them grind together, as her cries turn into louder moans, borderline screams as if she’s about to climax.

  “Come for me!”

  I command so that she knows what she should have done back on the desk. She’ll know what climaxing means, once I’m done with her.

  I know that she’s not faking it as my hands run over her burning flesh. I start to soothe it in small circles.I slide a finger into her pussy, and she’s so fucking wet.

  “Fuck! You’re so fucking wet,” I growl as my cock fucking jerks out of control. She doesn’t know how much she’s driving me crazy right now. I know that fucking her right now, will relieve me. But, I can’t hold on any longer. I want her to fucking come right now.

  I slide another finger inside of her, pushing past her folds of smoothness because she’s so fucking tight and I want to open her up. Just a little bit. I can tell that she’s coming, and I want to make her beg, but her screams are getting louder as she starts to buck against me. She’s unable to speak as her whimpers get louder. I push deeper, and she opens her legs wider hoping that I will take more of her.

  “Do you like it?”

  “Yes, Mr. Bond,” she purrs as her pussy stretches wider as I slip my finger in deeper. I use the pad of my thumb to rub against her clit in small circles. My throat’s so dry as I hear her moans and know that any moment she’s going to come.

  “I control when you come. When I tell you to come, this is what I expect,” I snarl as I give her a final rub and sweetly release her. I can feel her orgasm explode through her body in a surge as her pussy clung on to my fingers.

  She drops on my legs as she come tears through her and no longer do I feel hard. It’s as if just hearing her cries makes me come . Fuck, I’ve never controlled myself like this before, usually when I'm ready to take her, I just do it. Fuck, if I'm sharing. It's all about what I want and I want her so fucking badly. I move her off my lap. I can tell that she’s weak, because she's moving so easily.

  I take a deep breath as I think about leaving her lying on the sofa. I need to see Darren and take a short break. I put my finger in my mouth and suck on it slowly. I know one thing for sure, Ida tastes just as fucking sweet as she looks and I can’t wait for her to catch up on her rest, get something to eat. So, that the real fun can begin.

  Chapter Twelve

  Darren

  I finish jerking off and quickly head to the bathroom next door. I know that Ferguson’s going to come in the room, any minute. I want to make sure that he doesn’t see that I’ve just jerked off like an out of control teenager. I fucking hate myself for doing it.

  I want to be in control and have fun. Now, I’m wondering if my dry spell is starting to play with my fucking mind. Then, I remember the way that I’ve been drinking since we’ve been here. Ferguson said that I needed to slow down, and he’s fucking right. I start to splash cold water on my face, and I take a deep breath as I take off my tie. My jacket and just chill. I came here to have fun, not work. I realize that I needed this a lot more than I realized, I need it to be fun. Nothing more and the only way to do that is to stop drinking and be in control of my mind.

  Ferguson walks into the room, the same time that I manage to clean myself up.

  “Fuck! Was that hot or what?”

  I nod, “I’m not regretting being here one bit. She’s even prettier and sexier than her picture. Do you think that she’s been watching one too many porn movies?”

  Ferguson points at me, “You felt that too? Yeah, I was thinking the same thing. This girl’s too fucking innocent. I mean she doesn’t touch herself. How is that even possible?”

  I say, “Well, you’re more of an expert than I am. So, you think that was the issue back on the table. She didn’t know what to do.”

  “Uh-huh,” Ferguson says, “It was written all over her face. The way she reacted when I went in there and took over. She’s never done it before. Not properly which means she’s a different kind of girl.”

  “What do you mean?”

  I ask out of curiosity as I grab a bottle of water. I’m laying off the booze. I want a clear head for the next stage in the games. Ferguson’s right, this is a Christmas that I’m not going to forget in a hurry and I want to be sober every part of the way.

  “Like the other virgins, they have dirty thoughts, and you always can get it out of them,” he motions for me to pass him a bottle of water too. His hand’s cold, he probably stopped in the bathroom on the way here.

  “She’s the kind that you have to bring out their fantasy. Because, they’ve watched or even read about fantasies, but never played them out in their head. They’re the type that have open minds because they haven’t got a fucking clue about sex or even better about their bodies. You take them to the next level, the one that they never envisioned that they could ever reach and peel it out of them.”

  I nearly choke on the water I’m drinking, because I knew that Ferguson was an expert. But the way that he’s talking, it’s as if he has a fucking Masters in the subject. Or even worse, a fucking Ph.D.

  “Damn, you know your stuff!”

  I laugh as my eyes dart to him. I can see the serious look on his face; he thinks that I’m mocking him. Whereas I’m so fucking disconnected from knowing what a woman wants that I haven’t got a clue what he’s talking about.

  “It’s no laughing matter, my friend. When the bell chimes for Christmas day. You will find out what I mean because that will mean the next stage of the game. You had your fun, and it didn’t work out. I had mine and loved every second of it. Now, we’ll take it up a step and enjoy her together. I’m telling you. You won’t regret coming on this adventure with me again.”

  I smile, “Ferguson, I’m not regretting it already, and it’s only just began.”

  He seems convinced as he has a dirty smile on his face. He lifts up his bottle to salute me. I do the same thing, and then we both sit on the sofa. I don’t know if we’re thinking the same thing, but I know one thing for sure, I can’t fucking wait until later.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Ida

  I’m in the kitchen wearing a robe. Straight after Bond made me come so hard that I felt as if my pussy had reached a new height. I’d never come like that with my hands, I didn’t even think that it was possible until he took me with his fingers and made me come over and over again. It’s as if he had a switch, one that I’ve never been able to turn on and he did it in only a few seconds. It didn’t take much, maybe it was his dark eyes or even his sexy accent that did it to me. Then, again it must have been his long fingers that touched every part of my pussy the right way.

  “Well, someone had a good time in the office,” Magdalena smiles as he comes into the kitchen. I can’t make out if
she's sarcastic or genuine.

  “Yes,” I say coldly as I think about her mocking me. I pull the robe tighter and then just sit there.

  “Did I say something to upset you?”

  I shake my head, but she’s not convinced when I make it clear that something’s wrong. I wish that I was good at things like this, like mom. She used to walk around and act as if everything was perfect behind closed doors. No one would have guessed that she was unhappy when dad was alive, it was as if she was constantly wearing this mask of disguise. No one had a clue what was going on underneath it. No one, but me.

  I stand up from the kitchen table and then I’m just about to ask her if I can have room to lie down in. I don’t feel hungry anymore when I think about the way that I’ve just behaved.

  I shake my head, thinking that the way I spoke to her just now was wrong. I shouldn’t have done that.

  “Sorry, I just thought that you were making fun of me,” I confess as I start to walk towards her.

  “You’re paranoid like me?”

  She winks at me, and I realize that I was jumping the gun earlier. She’s the type that could probably convince me that it’s warm if we sat in the middle of the Arctic. I shake my head thinking that she’s right. I'm paranoid, I have no reason to think badly of her, and I can’t help myself.

  “I suppose, so.”

  “Ida, I’m not here to be your friend. Just to feed you and make you feel comfortable. The guys. They just want to have fun. They’re not here for any other reason. So, you don’t have to worry about things getting out of hand, because they’re always in control.”

  She’s flooding with home truths, and she seems genuine enough, but I can’t help but ask the question.

  “Have you been a sugar baby before?”

  She shakes her head, “You wanna talk about the weather. Cool. You want me to help you with something. Sure. But please don’t pretend that we’re going to be friends. Okay? I may sound harsh, but I just want to make sure that we’re on the same page.”

  I hold out my hand, ready to shake hers.

  “Deal,” I smile feeling that she’s exactly what I need right now. There’s no messing around, and she’s not making this out to be something that it’s not.

  “Ida I like you,” she says as she shakes my hand.

  “But, we’re not going to be friends.”

  I wink at her, and she starts laughing, she even sits down to eat with me and no longer do I feel uncomfortable in the house. If anything the complete opposite. I’m so stuffed as I sit down and eat one of the best burritos in the world.

  I sigh as I think about the next part of my trip. What do I have to do next? I didn’t come here to eat burritos and have some girlie chat.

  It’s as if Magdalena can read my mind as she says, “Do you want to lie down for a while, before the next game?”

  I ask, “Are you sure that you don’t want to be my friend?”

  She laughs, “Maybe just maybe you’re right. I like you, Ida.”

  I take it as a compliment as she leads me to the bedroom, one that has a mirror right above the bed. I start to realize that everything about this cabin is related to something sexual. But I don’t care, as I jump on to the bed and I want to say something to Magdalena, but I can’t because as soon as I hit the pillow. Maybe it’s there revolving sensation that takes over as it starts to spin slowly. Or the silk sheets? Either way, I can’t even open my eyes as sleep takes over and I start to fall asleep on top of the bed.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Ida

  I wake up to feel his hands going up and down the inside of my leg and I open up before I open my eyes. I should protest. I was sleeping a few minutes, or maybe it was hours ago, and now he’s on top of me. I don’t even know who it is. That’s when I open my eyes and see him once again. Mr. Bond.

  “Bond,” I moan as he moves his hands towards my breasts. I’m glad that I put on a little weight before I came, the way that he’s teasing me. I can tell that he likes them and Amy said that they’re important. It’s good to have them not too big and certainly not too small. That way, you win. That’s what she said, and I can tell with the way that he’s playing with me. That she was right.

  He doesn’t say anything as he starts to open my robe. The one that I was wearing when I came in here and didn’t even take off before I fell asleep on top of the bed. There's something hot about being taken as a wild animal.

  He’s moaning as my breasts pop out as if they’ve been in an entrapment and he starts to suck on a nipple.

  He switches from left to right snarling, “Fuck, your breasts are so fucking hot.”

  I love that he’s so intense with his hold on me. I can’t get enough. When I try to touch him, he protests, “Wait. I want you, and you’ll do as I say.”

  He gently rolls on top of me, devouring my breasts. The whole thing’s crazy; it’s clear that Bond has only one thing in mind and that’s fucking me in my sleep. It turned me on when I woke up to feel him on top of me. I thought at first that I was thinking of our first encounter in the office when he came in and just spanked me. I came on top of his legs, and I should have been embarrassed about the whole thing, but it was the anticipation of what was next that made my panties wet. I fell asleep on the bed and then I haven’t been able to get him off my mind. His woody scent, his soft fingers and then I’ve been fantasizing about the size of his cock.

  “I’ve been holding off for far too long. I want to take my time,” he snarls as he moves to the edge of the bed with my panties on the other end of his finger. I’m dripping with pleasure thinking that he was going to fuck me first with his tongue and, if I was lucky, later on with his cock. That’s just with Bond; then I may get lucky and see Master. I haven’t met him yet and the curiosity about what he’s like and if he likes to be in charge just like Bond. It’s as if I’ve gone from having thoughts of a nun to a whore from the minute that I entered this cabin. I’ve never been with a man, yet the thought of being with no just one, but two is driving me wild.

  One of his hand’s going up, and down the inside of my leg, so I open it up so that he can enter my pussy. I’m so curious about the size of his cock. I’m wondering if it’s as big as I’ve imagined. I felt as if it was so damn long when I was rubbing him as he spanked me like a bad little girl. The fetish seems to have had its effect on me, as I loved him spanking me every time.

  I love the idea of it being so big. I wonder if he’s going to rip me apart if it’s too big. Maybe there isn’t another guy here. Maybe our time together is only the two of us, and that’s the reason that I haven’t met Masters. It’s all part of some sexy plan. My thoughts stop running away with me as he starts to rub up to my leg as he makes his way around my body with his tongue.

  As he enters slowly at the entrance of my pussy. I start to scream so loud, “Yes! Yes!”

  It’s as if the anticipation of what’s to come starts to take over my body. I begin to act crazy, and he grabs hold of my hips keeping me still. My pussy walls open up. As he travels down my cunt, his tongue pushes in deeper, and my sex starts to chant as he enters.

  He’s pumping in and out as if he’s an expert at fucking women with his tongue too. I thought that after he spanked me, I couldn’t get any more turned on. He proves me wrong as he thrusts harder, each time making me feel like a bloodthirsty snake wanting more. He starts me on a journey, and he has no idea how far I was willing to take it. He bites gently on my clit, and I can feel myself going to the point of no return.

  “Bond!”

  “Shit, you taste so fucking sweet,” Bond snarls as he breaks away for a second and then I hear a voice. Another, which tells me that we’re not alone and if Bond wasn’t making me come, then I would be able to focus on him.

  The mysterious Master, of whom I haven’t met, and I want to see him. I’m dying to know what he looks like, but Bond is licking, sucking and biting me as if this is our last day on earth. I can’t control my emotions as I feel as if I’m ready to
come yet again.

 

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