by Gigi Thorne
"Are you on the pill?" he asked me, and I nodded. "What a fucking shame. Imagine if I knocked your little pussy up. What would you tell your parents?"
"I..." I moaned as he kept going, kept thrusting inside me. "Please, don't say that..."
"Tell me," he growled. "What would Daddy dearest say if he knew I fucked a baby into your belly?"
"S-Stop," I stuttered, but my moans gave me away.
The dirty girl inside my head was living for this. She wanted so much more. With each thrust of his hips she became hungrier, insatiable. I would never have enough of this man, this stranger, and his cock that was working its magic deep inside me.
"Where do you want my cum, baby girl?" he grunted. "Tell me where."
"I-In my pussy," I begged. "Fill me up."
"No." He laughed darkly. "I don't think so. I think I want it in your mouth."
He pulled out of me and I cried out, protesting at the loss of him. I felt him wiping himself off on the sheets, and then he was grabbing me by my hair, making my head hang off the bed.
"I want to look at you properly," he told me. "I'm going to take your blindfold off. If you open your eyes, I'm going to fuck you up. Do you understand?"
"Y-Yes," I stuttered.
I didn't know whether I could obey.
"Swear," he said, gently tracing the line of my jaw. "Swear and I'll let you drink me down."
"I swear," I whispered, and he pulled the tie off my eyes.
They were shut, but he still groaned at the sight of my face, prying my lips open with his swollen thickness. He tasted salty and creamy and good, and I moaned as he forced himself deeper, making me choke on his length. Embarrassed by the sounds, I tried to reach for him, but he grabbed my arms again and put them on his cock, on his swollen balls.
I stroked him as I fed myself, sucking and licking and pushing him so deep into my throat the sounds I made turned animalistic.
"Fucking shit," he breathed. "That's it, baby girl, keep going. Drain Daddy's balls."
I felt like a whore, but it was too late to give a shit. The pressure in my pussy was building and I was desperate to touch myself while he fucked my mouth. He seemed to sense it, and reached for my center, plunging three fingers into my bruised pussy. I cried out, but my mouth was full and I barely made a sound. He laughed at me.
"You sound so good when you're choking on my cock," he told me. "We should do it more often, baby girl. Now come on, Daddy wants to come."
It was so hard to keep my eyes closed. I could barely resist the urge to look at him. Yet I somehow managed to do it, kept sucking and blowing him until he was panting and groaning, and finally until I felt salty sticky cum spurt out of his cock.
I choked, and he pulled out of my throat, leaving thick ropes of cum all over my face. His fingers fucked harder, and I felt myself shaking as he painted my body.
"Daddy!" I called out and he grunted, letting his tip drop to my lips where I licked at him desperately, tasting him with wonder. "Daddy, please..."
I was so close, so fucking close, when I heard a car in the driveway.
We both froze.
"Fuck," he muttered. "Keep your eyes fucking closed, baby girl."
I couldn't move I was so terrified. I felt him moving, rushing, then stopping to leave a kiss on my lips that I desperately returned.
"Count to thirty, then clean yourself up," he said roughly. "I'll... I'll message you."
"Yes," I begged. "Swear."
"I swear."
And then I heard him moving for the last time before all the sounds were gone.
"Fuck," I muttered to myself, my shaky fingers going to my lips and licking off the only proof that he'd been there. "One... Two... Three..."
I counted like a good girl, my heart pounding as I heard the front door open and familiar voices filled the house. He was long gone by the time I came to thirty and opened my eyes.
The room was pristine except for my torn lingerie. Quickly, I threw it in my nightstand and pulled on a sweatshirt from my dad's college. I reached for a makeup wipe and wiped my face, staring at my own reflection.
I looked like a happy little mess, fucked into oblivion and used until I wanted nothing more than another go.
I rushed to take my stockings off and put my messy pink hair up, and then I finally responded to Vanessa who'd been calling my name, saying something about being home early.
"Coming!" I called out, giggling to myself as I stood on shaky legs.
I grinned at my own reflection and pressed a lipsticked kiss on the mirror. I would keep it there to remind me of what I'd done... What that stranger had done to me.
Something about him felt so fucking familiar.
I hoped one day I would find out what exactly it was.
6
Theo
Holy fucking shit.
What had I done? How could I have fucked up this badly? I was in fucking trouble, and the feeling only worsened as I stared at Coco in the hallway.
She was wearing her school uniform, the skirt much too short and the blouse much too tight, making my head spin. She wore Doc Martens with the skirt and blouse and her hair clashed with it all delightfully.
I wanted nothing more than to walk up to her, push her against the lockers and feel that shaved little pussy get wet for me again. But I needed to keep my head down and avoid her as much as possible. She still had no idea that it was me who'd fucked her.
After we were interrupted that Saturday, I got a call from her father and took it with my heart in my chest. But it was just to congratulate me and let me know the divorce was final. He wanted to know when we'd grab drinks together, but I felt disarmed and too guilty to accept his offer to buy. I sent him off with a bunch of fake excuses and hoped to God he'd believed me.
I cleared my throat and kept walking down the hallway, away from the temptation. But I needed to pass her to get to my classroom, and as I drew nearer, I saw her friend Derek cover her eyes jokingly from behind.
I was fucking livid watching the two of them together, my blood boiling at the sight of that boy with my woman. I could've ripped him to shreds just for daring to speak to her, but I held back the best I could.
When I passed the two of them, I felt her looking at me, and just as I was about to exhale, her little fingers pulled on my shirtsleeve, making me stop in my tracks.
"Mr. Millay?" she asked softly. "I had a question..."
My shoulders rose up high as I turned to face them. Derek was staring at me with a shit-eating grin I wanted to knock right off his face. I focused my attention on Coco instead, and my eyes drank her in hungrily, trying to decipher any changes in her mood, the way she held herself.
She was confident. It came off her in waves, making me even angrier than I'd been before. I knew I was about to do something stupid, but I didn't even give a shit. I wanted to show the little bitch whom she belonged to. And it wasn't some random stranger she'd found on the internet. She was all-fucking-mine.
"What did you need?" I asked her, and she cocked her head to the side.
"My assignment," she said. "The one due today, I... I didn't get a chance to finish it."
"No?" I asked her in my best concerned voice. "What a shame, Miss Garber. How come you didn't finish it? Too busy with your little crush, were you?"
"No," she replied, blushing fiercely. "I was just... doing stuff."
"With your Daddy?" I asked her pointedly, and she drew in a breath that never left her mouth. "I know your father wasn't around this weekend, Miss Garber. So your excuses don't mean anything to me."
She looked like she was about to burst, and I was fucking loving it. The angrier I made her, the fucking better. The little slut deserved it for missing my damn assignment because she was busy letting a - as far as she knew - stranger destroy her virginity.
"So what," she said, her voice rising. "I've never asked for anything, and you're going to deny me this one extension?"
"You bet I will," I told her angrily. "I'm not a charity, Miss Garb
er."
"No, you're not," she hissed, and her friend took a cautious step back.
Really manly there, Derek.
"You're a fucking asshole," she went on, and the whole hallway froze. "Yeah, I said it. You are, Mr. Millay! You're a mean, entitled, full-of-shit asshole!"
"Thank you for your opinion, Miss Garber," I replied icily. "And thank you for messing up my free week - no one's stupid enough to get detention the last week of school. I guess that changes today. I'll see you all week after class."
I walked away from her, listening to the rumors start.
And I felt like an asshole too... because the only thing on my mind was that we'd be alone after school, and there would be no one who'd be able to stop me.
I sat down in the empty classroom, having arrived ten minutes early. I was in a bitch of a mood because she'd called me that. I didn't get her sudden animosity, and I didn't like it one fucking bit. I was going to have to spank it out of her, force her unless she let me.
I waited impatiently, tapping my foot on the floor until she finally arrived five minutes early. The sign of a truce? Only time would tell.
She approached my desk sheepishly and I looked up at her, shooting daggers at her.
"This is for you," she muttered, placing a big, juicy red apple on my desk and fidgeting before me. "I... I know it was uncalled for and I'm sorry. It's my fault. I apologize."
I gave her a cold smile, ignoring the apple as I went back to grading my papers.
"Sit down, Miss Garber," I told her without looking at her. "We'll be here for the next two hours and a half."
I watched her little fingers form fists out of my peripheral vision, and then waited until she sat down. I pretended not to notice her as she slammed her books down on the desk and started doing homework. I wasn't going to give in that quickly, and I wasn't going to give her what she wanted, either. She was the one who was entitled. The little bitch.
Ten minutes ticked by and I was still on the first page of my first paper. I felt her sneaking glances at me and the tension in the room was palpable.
"I'm going to take a breather," I told her, motioning toward the door in the back of the class. "I'll be right out there."
She gave a small nod without looking at me and I inwardly rolled my eyes as I walked outside. God, she was pissing me off with her attitude. I really was going to have to spank it out of her.
I stood outside for several moments, then grinned to myself when a brilliant idea hit me. I toyed with the thermostat outside and turned down the AC. I walked back in and sat at my desk. It only took another fifteen minutes to hear her sigh.
"It's so hot in here," she said. "Is the AC on?"
"They're fixing it this week," I told her without looking up from my paper. "Should be back on by the next school year."
"What?" she asked exasperatedly. "But I'm boiling!"
I looked up at her.
She really was hot. She'd slicked her hair back in a ponytail, and her blouse was unbuttoned too far down.
"Button up your blouse, Miss Garber," I told her, and she gave me an incredulous look.
"I'm hot," she bitched back.
"Button. Up. Your. Fucking. Blouse," I replied calmly.
"Why?" she argued, suddenly getting up from her seat and approaching me. "Is it bothering you?"
"No, you are," I said. "Now sit back down."
Her shaky fingers reached for the buttons of her blouse, and she started undoing them one by one, keeping her eyes on mine.
"It shouldn't affect you," she said bitterly. "All it is is a stupid little crush, right?"
She leaned down and I stared deep into her eyes as she pushed her tits up in my face. One more button and her full bra would be exposed.
"Miss Garber," I hissed at her. "Sit. Down. NOW."
"No," she hissed, and undid the last button.
My eyes traveled down like she knew they would. She was wearing a black satin bra.
"You like it?" she asked sweetly. "My tits are so big now, Mr. Millay, aren't they?"
"Sit down," I told her again, but my voice was weak, and she knew it.
"Okay," she whispered, and plopped her tight little ass on my lap.
She straddled me while I stared at her. Put her hands around my neck. Stared into my eyes, daring me to do something about it.
"You're pushing," I told her. "You're going to get yourself into a world of trouble."
"Let's see it." She giggled. "Nothing I can't handle."
I stood up with her in my lap, my hands on her ass as I backed her into the wall, slamming her into it. She gasped as I let go, holding her up only by her waist, high enough so I could assault her lips if I wanted to.
But I didn't want to.
I wanted to punish her, not give her what she so desperately wanted.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked her, my words barely a breath against her lips. "Why are you being a dirty little girl?"
"Jesus," she whispered.
"No," I said. "Just your English teacher. But you can call me whatever you want."
I smelled her, filling my nostrils with her fucking scent. God fucking damn it was good. She was squirming under my fingers, but I didn't want to give her the chance to get away, so I held on tighter.
"Even asshole," I told her with a grin. "You don't really think I'm an asshole, do you, Coco?"
"N-No," she stuttered, her whole body shaking as I stood her back on her feet.
"Tell me what you think then," I asked her sweetly. "Tell me what you think of me, I'm so fucking curious to know."
"I..." She was looking for some way to get far away from me, but I'd caged her body under mine and I wasn't about to let her get away. "I think you're a-amazing, Mr. Millay."
"Yeah?" I whispered in her ear, my breath tickling her cheek. "What's so amazing about me?"
"E-Everything," she managed to get out. "Please, stop..."
I touched a fingertip to her ass under that skirt, pretending to smooth down her outfit.
"Stop what?" I asked her.
"Oh God," she cried out. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, okay? I'm in love with you. I really am. I really fucking am."
I took a step back and she came apart seam by seam until she was crying, covering up her pretty face with those dainty hands. I wanted to pull her in but she wouldn't let me when I tried.
"It's okay," I told her gently instead. "It's a crush, Coco. They go away."
"It's not," she sobbed. "I... I think I'm in love with you. I... I did something stupid."
"What did you do, Coco?" I asked.
"I..." She swallowed and hiccupped and stared at me in desperation. "You won't tell my dad, right?"
"Of course not," I said gently. "Our little secret. Scout's honor."
"I..." She sighed heavily. "I slept with someone."
"Who?" I asked, trying to see whether she knew.
"Nobody you know," she muttered. "Nobody I know. Just someone... and... this is so awful."
"What?" I demanded.
"I pretended he was you." She looked up at me, her bottom lip jutting out. "The whole time I pictured you fucking me, Mr. Millay..."
"Fuck," I muttered, turning around so she wouldn't see the growing bulge in my pants. "Go home, Coco."
"What?" she asked desperately. "No... Let's talk? Please."
"No," I replied firmly. "Go home. You don't have detention anymore. Just go."
I could feel her shivering behind me and I hated myself for every second she wasn't in my arms. Finally, she took her things from her desk but still lingered for a few moments before walking out of the classroom.
I waited until the sound of her footsteps was gone, then finally reached for my dick, groaning when I felt my painful hardness. Fucking shit. This girl...
7
Coco
I closed the door of the classroom behind me and stood uselessly in the hallway.
As much as I wanted to walk out, something was telling me to turn back around and try to
make things right. I swallowed my pride, nervously chewing my bottom lip for a moment before I turned back around with resolve in my step. Damn it, I was going to make things okay between us, even if it meant admitting I'd been wrong.
I walked back into the classroom with a sprint in my step, saying, "Mr. Millay, I..."
My words trailed off into nothing when I saw him behind his desk, his fingers wrapped around his throbbing, thick cock. My mouth opened in a surprised o-shape and I stared as he opened his eyes, a groan leaving his lips. He looked right into my eyes, never taking his hands off his dick as I stood frozen to the spot.
"Come in," he finally said, his voice dark and tense.
I stepped forward, purely because I was used to following his orders. My cheeks were blushed deeply, and I stared into his eyes as he touched his fingers to his cock.
"Are you just going to watch?" he asked softly, and I turned around, shutting the door behind me.
I approached him with slow, tentative steps, and he stood up once I got closer. He tucked his cock inside his pants and sat me down on his desk, slapping my legs apart and making me gasp out loud.
"Look at me," he instructed me, and I fluttered my lashes as I looked up at him. "Open your mouth."
My hands were touching his desk, my ass firmly planted on the wood which I could feel on my skin. I hesitated before finally opening my mouth slightly. Mr. Millay took the apple off the table and placed it between my lips, grinning at me with a look that sent shivers down my spine.
"Bite down," he said, and I did.
The crisp, tart flavor of the apple filled my mouth as he knelt between my legs, pushing my knees apart.
"Bet you taste fucking amazing," he muttered, touching his long fingers to my soaked panties. "Want me to see?"
He looked up at me and I closed my eyes firmly and nodded, one single nod sealing my fate, because fuck everything, I wanted this, wanted him, was desperate for him to plunge into my wetness.
"Bad girl," he said softly, then slowly lifted the fabric of my panties and pushed it to the side. I whimpered when I felt his fingers on my pussy lips, opening me, spreading me so his eyes could drink me in fully, appreciate what I had to offer between my legs. "Fuck me, beautiful. Someone's been here before me, has he?"
