by Gigi Thorne
I cried out, and the apple dripped down my chin as I bit into it harder. It made Mr. Millay chuckle, and he leaned in closer, making me hold my breath as he licked a long line down the center of my cunt. He sent tiny shocks through my whole body, making my head spin when he tasted my dripping sweetness.
He assaulted me, kissing and biting and sucking me down like I was his favorite flavor in the whole world. And I let him, coming apart with each flick of his tongue and each moan that came out of my gagged mouth. Finally, I reached up for the apple and took it out, desperately staring at Mr. Millay. He got up, his eyes on mine as he took his cock out.
"This is so wrong," he muttered. "I shouldn't even look at you, Coco. You're sin on fucking legs."
"You don't want to look at me?" I whispered, my hands going between my legs and spreading myself open to show him. "You don't want to see me playing with myself? Touching my clit, fucking my tight pussy with my fingers while you watch? They fit so much better now that someone's popped my cherry."
I was shocked by my own bravery, and he seemed to be too, though he took control quickly. His hands went to both of my legs and he held them open, letting a long string of spit dribble down on me. I moaned when it hit me, and he covered the tip of his cock with the sticky liquid, teasing my entrance, moments away from entering me and taking what had been his all along.
"Beg," he said roughly. "Beg me to fuck this tight little cunt. Beg like you really fucking want to convince me, because we both know this is the worst idea either of us has ever had."
"Please, Mr. Millay," I mewled. "I'm so desperate for a big, fat, juicy cock..."
"I heard all about that in your text message." He grinned at me, and I paled. "You know, the one you sent to Derek."
"Oh," I laughed nervously, forgetting about it the next second as he teased my clit with his precum soaked tip.
How awkward would it have been if he knew about my blog? Thank God he had no clue... And he didn't have any idea of what I'd asked that stranger to do.
I was getting wetter and wetter, partly because my mind was filled with thoughts of the stranger who'd made me call him Daddy, and partly because Mr. Millay was in the room and I'd been crushing on him forever. He slipped his hand on the back of my neck and made me look down to where his cock was toying with me.
"Push on it," he said gently. "Come on, make it go inside you, Coco. I want us both to watch you do it."
I lowered myself slowly, and his cock spread my pussy open, making me moan so loudly he shot me a warning look. I begged with my eyes instead, slowly settling on top of him as he exhaled loudly, feeling my pussy adjust to the feeling of his cock.
"Shit," he muttered, thrusting so deep inside me I saw stars. "Fuck me. Coco, moan for me."
I whimpered and he grabbed me harder, his voice breaking as he spoke up again.
"Open... fuck, open your mouth, beautiful. Let me hear you moan properly."
I did what he'd asked of me, embarrassing myself with my own over-the-top moaning. But I couldn't help myself, especially when he was around me. He got me off without laying a single finger on me, and I welcomed the dominance he exerted over me.
He pulled out all the way and I stared in wonder at his sticky cock.
"You gonna clean it after?" he asked me, and I found myself nodding without taking a moment's thought. "What a good little girl, Coco. Don't tell your Daddy what I did to you, okay?"
"No," I whispered. "I won't tell him... Fuck, more! Please!"
He started pumping into me, and with each thrust of his hips he pulled out completely afterward, making me beg for his closeness, beg for his cock hitting the deepest point inside me.
"So fucking beautiful," he muttered. "I could watch you all fucking day."
The alarm rang, announcing the end of detention and nearly giving both of us heart attacks. We exchanged glances and I giggled nervously while he gave me a grin.
"I'm sorry, Coco," he said gently. "I shouldn't have... I shouldn't have."
He started to pull out but my hands were faster, wrapping around his cock and starting to work him, making him harder than ever and coaxing him to the ending I wanted so badly.
"Please," I whispered, my eyes going to his. "Please, Mr. Millay, are you going to come in me?"
"Fuck," he grunted. "No, Coco, I'm not."
"On me, then," I begged, not stopping my motions for a moment. "You'll come right here, on my clit, won't you, Mr. Millay?"
"Call me Theo," he managed to get out, his palms going to the desk and his nails digging into the wood. "Please, call me Theo."
I grinned at him wickedly, my hands working their magic as my eyes went to his. "No, I don't think I will. I much prefer Mr. Millay, don't you?"
He groaned and grabbed me by the hair, making me touch my lips to his. We kissed like eager teenagers, tongues overlapping, drinking from one another, feeding off of each other. I was so wet I could hear my pussy squelching as he started rubbing it, slipping two thick, strong fingers between my folds and curling them up inside me. It felt like I was losing my mind when he did that, coaxing me to shake and tremble.
"Don't," I begged him. "You're going to..."
My words trailed off into nothing but he didn't give a damn, grunting as my hands kept working him.
"Don't make you come?" he asked sweetly. "Why, that's exactly what I'm going to do, my pretty Coco."
He fucked harder, and his shoulders sagged as I matched his speed. He breathed curse words and I moaned and whimpered and suddenly there were fireworks exploding in every part of my body. My mind, my tummy, and between my legs where the heat was spreading, juice trickling out of me and covering his fingers, making me blush fiercely.
He pulled his hand out as I recovered, taking deep, scared breaths. He raised the hand to his lips and sucked off what I'd done to him, then offered the fingers to me. Tentatively, I stuck my tongue out between my lips and started cleaning him, licking my own cum off his fingertips.
"Good girl," he said, and then gripped the table again. "Fuck. You should really stop..."
But I had no plans of doing that. Instead, I jerked him harder and harder until he started kissing me again, moaning my name on my lips, exhaling as he suddenly let go and his cock went off like a fucking sprinkler.
He covered my hands, covered my pussy. My clit felt naked and exposed as his cum hit it, making me roll my eyes back and moan. I touched my fingers to the cum and massaged it into myself and he exhaled deeply, bracing himself as he emptied his balls all over me.
A moment later, I hopped off the table and put my panties into place, then smoothed my skirt down.
"What are you doing?" he asked tersely, and I grinned at him over my shoulder, picking up my stack of books and reaching for the apple he'd gagged me with.
"Detention's over, isn't it?" I said innocently, giving him a little wink as I took a big bite of the juicy red apple. "I do have to thank you, Mr. Millay... It was ever so educational."
I could feel the anger coming off him in waves, but I just laughed on my way out, wiggling my ass at him and shutting the door behind me firmly.
I didn't give myself a moment to think until I was out of his classroom and in the parking lot where my Mini was waiting for him. I sat in my car and started the engine, having tossed the apple on my way out and placing my books on the driver's seat. Shit, had we really done that? Had Mr. Millay really touched me... like that?
My mind was racing with all kinds of questions and worries, but there was still a smile firmly plastered on my lips. I drove away from the school, feeling my thighs gluing together, sticky with his cum and mine.
I pulled down the mirror and grinned at my own flushed reflection.
"Good girl," I told myself and giggled when I remembered Mr. Millay muttering the words to me as he fucked me. "I always get what I want, Mr. Millay."
I smothered my lips in strawberry flavored lip gloss, smiling as I drove back home.
No, Daddy could never know anything
about this.
But there was someone I could brag to, and they would be more than happy that their teacher's pet had finally fulfilled her calling.
My blog was waiting, and oh boy, did I have a lot to show them.
8
Coco
"Coco, remember the dinner tonight," stepmother dearest said as she applied the twenty-seventh layer of gloss. "We want you here to say hello to our guests. You don't have any plans, do you?"
I shook my head and sighed. What kind of plans could I have? My mysterious internet stranger hadn't been in touch, and I'd spent most of my free time obsessing over Mr. Millay. With only a couple of days of school left, I was a nervous wreck.
"What are you going to wear, darling?" she asked, raising her brows at me. "That?"
"What's wrong with this?" I asked defiantly, pulling on my vintage band tee. "I wear this all the time. And it’s the color of my Hogwarts house.”
She gave me a long silent look and I rolled my eyes.
"Fine, I'll go change," I said. "Who's coming tonight, anyway?"
"Just your father's work friends," she said, fluffing up her blow-dried hair. "You know, Mr. Anderson and his wife, Ms. Bennett."
Please don't say Mr. Millay. Please don't say Mr. Millay.
"And Theo Millay, of course," she added with a saccharine smile and I groaned inwardly at the mention of his name.
Great. I was going to be stuck around him once again, and I could barely hold back in school as it was. But now to have him here, at our place, with my stepmother and Dad present... God, it was going to be such a shitshow.
"I'll go change," I muttered, and she gave me a surprised look as I raced up the stairs.
I dug through my closet for what felt like hours trying to find something appropriate to wear. I wanted to look prim and proper - otherwise, I knew I'd get in trouble with Dad - but with just a hint of myself shining through.
Finally, I settled on a cute white dress which was cut in a V in the back and at the front, sleeveless, and with a pretty, flippy skirt. I doused myself in perfume and did my eyeliner thicker than usually, coating my lashes with thick black mascara. I knew I was making a special effort, but I didn't want to admit it. Mr. Millay couldn't know that this was all for him... It would be much too humiliating.
Despite what had happened in the classroom, my thoughts were still going back to the internet stranger who'd fucked me in my bed. I'd sent him a couple of messages and he never replied which made me worry. But still, I couldn't deny how hot the whole situation had been... That I was still hoping he'd get in touch and make me come again.
"Coco!" Dad shouted up the stairs. "Guests are here!"
"Coming," I called back, giving myself one last look in the full-length mirror in my bedroom.
I looked pretty enough, but with my eyes shining in anticipation, I looked even better. My hair was sleek and straight, the pink having washed out to a pretty pastel, and the dress looked cute on me. I was barefoot, even though step-monster was trying to get me to start wearing heels. I'd be damned if I let those torture devices anywhere near my feet.
Running down the stairs, I stopped to check my reflection again in the hallway mirror. When I did, I heard familiar voices below me, and my chest tightened in expectation. This would be my first time seeing Mr. Millay since what had happened between us in detention... How was he going to react?
"I'm so glad I'm here tonight," I heard a voice say. "I'm sorry I've been a little... preoccupied."
My heart started pounding. It couldn't be true.
"It's quite alright," I heard my father reply, a hint of amusement to his voice. "New lady in your life?"
I knew this voice, and I knew it well.
Except that the last time I heard it, it was whispering, demanding and fucking me into submission.
"You might say that." He laughed out loud. "I have met someone..."
"Someone fun?" Dad asked, and I ran down the stairs so fast I nearly tripped over my own feet.
I knocked over a vase of peonies and I heard glass shattering, water splashing my bare feet. I cried out and someone appeared next to me right away, helping me to my feet. My heart was pounding and I was a mess when I looked up straight into Mr. Millay's eyes.
"Hello," he said, sounding amused. "Watch out, don't want you to get hurt."
"You..." I whispered. "You're the guy who came here..."
"What's going on here?" We both froze as my father sauntered into the room, his eyes growing worried as they zeroed in on me. "Everything alright, Coco?"
"Yes-"
"She's-"
We spoke at the same time, exchanged awkward glances, and then suddenly Mr. Millay was picking me up as if I weighed nothing. I yelped as he lifted me up, pressed me against himself and slowly set me on the floor.
"Watch out for that glass," he said. "Don't want you to cut your feet."
"Right," I muttered while my father watched with confusion. "Right, that's it."
"Alright," Dad said doubtfully. "Come on, Theo, we'd better look at those papers first."
I blushed fiercely as Mr. Millay gave me a look, then muttered something and followed my father out of the room. I stood there uselessly, cursing inwardly as I realized what had just happened. And then the anger started pouring in, the unbelievable rage that he'd dared to do this to me.
"Need some help there?"
I looked up to find step-monster standing to the side, motioning toward the glass.
"I'll get the broom," she said, disappearing into the den while I stared after her.
It wasn't like Vanessa to clean or do much of anything around the house. I always saw her as nothing but a trophy wife. Since my mother passed away when I was just a little girl, Dad had his slew of girlfriends, although to be fair, Vanessa was the first one he'd married. But I never saw it lasting long. I gave it a couple of years, tops.
Vanessa appeared again with a broom and knelt down to scoop up the glass.
"Was... was that vase expensive?" I asked awkwardly.
"Nothing that can't be replaced," she said with a bright smile, handing me a rag. "Better mop up the water too, before it gets under the floorboards."
I followed her instructions feeling like I was on autopilot, cleaning up the mess I had made. She seemed to sense something was off, but she didn't push me, just cleaned up in silence with me and then made me sit down in the dining room so she could check me for cuts and scrapes.
"Looks alright," she finally said. "I don't think you stepped on anything. You're sure you're feeling okay?"
I nodded numbly just as my father and Mr. Millay walked into the room with the rest of Dad's friends.
"Let's get dinner on the table, then," Vanessa said brightly, motioning for me to follow her into the room.
I was surprised by what she'd prepared. The maid, Mrs. Boden, only came on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and it was surprising that Vanessa had prepared a meal all by herself. I'd never really seen her cook before, not unless it was one of her disgusting cleanse smoothies filled with spinach and other gross stuff.
"Could you take out the potatoes?" she asked, and I grabbed the casserole dish and carried it into the large dining room.
The table was set beautifully and once again I was surprised by my stepmother's capabilities. Perhaps I'd underestimated her after all.
I felt Mr. Millay's eyes on me and I blushed deeply as we brought out the dishes, finally sitting down at the table.
"Coco," my father said. "Do you mind sitting next to Theo? I'd like to sit next to my wife tonight."
They looked at each other with lovey-dovey expressions and I bit my tongue nervously.
"Oh, don't make the poor girl do that," Mr. Anderson, Dad's coworker, laughed out loud. "I'm sure she gets enough of him at school."
Everybody laughed and I just sat there staring at my plate until my dad cleared his throat, giving me an expectant look. I pushed my chair back and switched seats with Vanessa. Now I was sitting between my father and
Mr. Millay... Great, just great.
"Alright there?" he asked me, and I stared at him with angry eyes.
"Oh, I'm just fine and dandy," I replied coldly. "How are you doing, Mr. Millay? Or maybe I should call you-"
"Bon appetit!" he said loudly, and everyone clinked glasses while he sweated in his seat.
I didn't take my eyes off him, glaring at him with every vestige of anger I had left in my body.
He'd tricked me.
Convinced me he was a stranger, fucked me in my bed, in my Dad's house for God's sake! He'd lied and betrayed me and the worst part was, I was stuck with him for the foreseeable future because after all, he was Daddy's best friend.
With flaming cheeks, I remembered what he had made me call him, which only seemed dirtier now that I finally knew who he was. God, I wanted to kill him. I couldn't believe he'd done that to me. I was going to get back at him for this so hard.
The conversation was flowing and nobody seemed to notice the tension on our side of the table. My father glanced at me a couple of times but didn't say a word, and once we'd finally finished up, I was more than eager to push my chair away and start clearing up the dishes.
"You don't have to do that, Coco," Vanessa said, giving me a bright smile. "I'll do it in a second."
"Oh no, I don't mind," I said, looking into her eyes and practically begging her with mine to just let me finish.
She seemed to understand - some kind of understanding passed between us, and she gave the smallest of nods and a little smile while I started carrying the dishes out.
"Why don't I help?" Mr. Millay jumped up and grabbed a gravy dish, stealing glances at me. "We'll be done right away."
"No need," I replied icily, carrying the dishes into the kitchen and muttering the last part of my sentence beneath my breath. "Maybe you should just go eff yourself instead.
He caught up with me quickly, putting down what he was carrying and trying to take my hand, but I hissed and pulled it out of his touch. I wasn't about to let him touch me again. It hadn't ended very well last time, had it?
