Chapter 13: Thirteen

I heard him. I heard him loud and clear, but at the same time, it felt like I didn’t. What the hell did he just say?

"You what…?" I breathed out, unable to believe my ears. What he had just said was nothing short of insane. "You want to…"

No. I can’t… I can’t say it.

He sighed, tired. "I’m sure I was very clear, Sylvia, but fine… I’ll clarify what I just said." His tone was casual, as if he were discussing a preference for red wine over white. "Specifically, I love watching a beautiful, sophisticated woman like you get thoroughly fucked by a man built exactly for that purpose. It’s the most exquisite thing in the world."

My mouth went dry, my initial shock skyrocketing, but amid it all, curiosity stirred.

My eyes fell on the stranger once more. He hadn’t moved. He just stood there like a statue of muscles, his gaze fixed on the heavy swell of my breasts rising and falling with my quickened breath. His cock thickened, pressing against his thigh; I could tell he was getting excited at the thought of fucking me.

And that made me wet.

No. No, Sylvia, this… this isn’t right.

David’s hands slid from my shoulders down to my arms. “You’ve always been at the top of my list of women I want to watch get fucked. And when I did… oh lord… the sight of you being plundered by your student's finger, cumming without restraint, I knew I had to watch you again.”

He was manipulating me, and god help me, it was working. The fear didn’t vanish, but it was being swamped by something older… the part of me that had bent over my desk for Lucas.

“I… I can’t… It’s not right… It’s against–”

“Shhh,” he cut me off before I could finish. “I’ve watched you with him already. I’m sure we’re past what’s right or wrong.”

"I wasn’t aware you were watching," I argued.

“Is that really what you want to tell yourself?” he whispered, his fingers finding the zipper at the back of my dress. He tugged it down, the sound absurdly loud. “That your eyes weren’t locked to the door, knowing someone might be out there, listening… watching… or maybe even walking in? Didn’t your pussy quiver at the thought? Didn’t you push your ass out just imagining being caught?”

The dress fell to the ground, leaving me in just my bra. I stood there, half-naked, my cunt already soaked from David’s earlier plunder, and now the ongoing scene.

The stranger’s eyes darkened, his gaze sliding over my exposed legs, the curve of my hips, then settling on my pussy lips. His hand moved to his cock, stroking it slowly, deliberately.

David’s hands were on my bra next, unclasping it quickly, freeing my breasts. The cool air brushed my skin, making me shiver.

I saw the stranger’s nostrils flare. A low, appreciative grunt escaped him.

I loved it. I loved that his eyes worshiped me.

“Look at that,” David murmured, his voice thick with arousal. He cupped my breasts from behind, weighing them in his hands, his thumbs rubbing over my nipples until they were hard and sensitive. “He can’t take his eyes off them. He’s imagining how they’ll feel in his hands, in his mouth. How they’ll bounce while he fucks you.”

The image hit me like lightning. My cunt, already wet, flooded with heat. It spread slick and hot between my thighs. The little control I had left melted into pure, desperate desire.

The stranger stepped forward. Then another. He stopped just in front of me, so close I could feel the heat radiating from his skin, smell the clean, soapy scent of him.

He was even bigger up close, his broad chest blocking my view of the room. He didn’t speak. He just looked down at me, his eyes locking with mine for a heartbeat before dropping to my mouth, then lower, to my tits.

He reached out, his hands calloused and strong, taking my breasts in them. His touch wasn’t like Lucas’s eager hunger or David’s calculated skill. It was different.

He squeezed my breast, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh, his thumbs rubbing rough circles over my nipples. The sharp mix of pain and pleasure made me gasp.

“Yeah,” David breathed against my ear. “You love it, don’t you? You love getting your tits played with. Fuck, you’ve got the most perfect fucking tits.”

The stranger’s lips curved into a faint, wicked smile. He bent his head, closing his mouth over my right nipple.

It was nothing like I’d ever felt. His suction was brutal and greedy. His tongue was rough, lapping at me, his teeth grazing the hypersensitive tip with just enough pressure to make my knees buckle.

“Uhhhh…” The sound ripped from my throat before I could stop it. My head fell back against David’s shoulder. I was caught between them, the stranger’s mouth on my breast, David’s hard body pressed behind me.

The stranger moved to my other breast, giving it the same rough, hungry attention. He sucked me like he needed to breathe, one hand still squeezing my other breast, the other sliding down my stomach, slipping between my thighs.

He cupped my pussy, his palm a welcome intrusion. He pressed down, and a jolt of pure electricity shot through me. “Fuck,” I whimpered, my hips bucking against his hand.

His fingers delved into my wetness, spreading my folds, circling my clit with a blunt, demanding pressure that had me seeing stars. He was everywhere—his touch overwhelming, his mouth still working my tit.

He straightened up, mouth glistening with saliva. He looked over my shoulder at David. “She’s fucking soaked.”

“Then she’s ready. Don’t keep her waiting,” David responded, his voice hoarse with his own need.

The stranger didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed my hips, his grip nearly bruising. I turned to David, my eyes begging, but he only stared back, fingers already working his zipper down, his gaze dark and wild.

The stranger spun me around, bending me over so my hands pressed flat against the bedspread, my ass in the air. My breasts swung heavily beneath me, and I knew David had the perfect view of everything.

I heard the rustle of David’s clothes as he settled into a chair. I could feel his eyes on me— heavy, intent, and unblinking.

The stranger positioned himself behind me. The broad, blunt head of his cock pressed against my entrance, smearing my own wetness over my sensitive skin. He was huge, so much thicker than Lucas.

“You gonna take all this cock, professor?” he grunted, his voice rough.

I said nothing, but my ass pushed back against him, betraying my body even as I refused to verbally admit I wanted this.

He gave a short laugh, then rubbed the head of his cock up and down my slit, coating himself in my arousal and teasing my clit with each pass. The sensation was maddening. I was panting, writhing, completely consumed by the need to be filled.

“Please…” The word left my mouth before I even realized I had said it.

“Ask for it,” David’s voice came from the chair, calm, and utterly in control. “Tell him what you want, Sylvia. Don’t act like you don’t want his cock.”

The humiliation, the exposure, the dirty thrill of it all… it was fucking fuel. It was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced.

There was no use hiding my sinful self. He could see through me. The stranger could see through my act.

“I want your cock,” I moaned, the words muffled by the bedspread. “I want you to shove your big fucking cock into my wet cunt and fuck me. I want to feel you stretching me open. I want you to fuck me until I scream.”

The stranger gave a satisfied growl. He placed the head of his cock at my entrance again, and this time, he pushed.

The stretch was immediate and intense. “Oh–God–” I moaned, rough and desperate. He was so fucking thick, pushing into me, stretching my walls with a hot, burning pressure. He didn’t stop, didn’t slow down, he just kept driving in, deeper and deeper, filling me until I could barely breathe.

“Holy shit,” David whispered from his chair, breathless with awe. “Fuck, she's taking every inch.”

His words made me hotter, and the desire to make him proud overcame me, stripping away every last bit of restraint.

The stranger pushed all the way in, his hips flush against my ass, his cock buried completely inside me.

He held there for a moment, letting me feel every inch of him, letting me adjust to the overwhelming fullness. Then he pulled back almost all the way, and slammed back in.

The force drove me forward on the bed. A scream ripped from my lungs. “Ahhhhhhhh!” My chest heaved violently, fingers clutching the sheets, nails digging into the fabric as my body trembled from the sudden intensity.

It was brutal, perfect, animalistic. His rhythm was punishing, each thrust sending jolts through my entire body. My tits bounced wildly with every powerful drive of his hips. The wet, slapping sound of our bodies meeting filled the room, a filthy soundtrack for David who was watching every moment.

“Fuck, yes,” the stranger grunted, his hands digging into my hips, holding me in place as he pounded. “Your cunt is so goddamn tight. Squeezing my fucking dick.”

“Harder,” I begged, my voice cracking. “Fuck me harder.”

He obeyed, thrusting with more force, driving into me relentlessly. I went mindless, lost in pure sensation. The friction was intense, his cock sliding in and out of my wet, gripping cunt, pushing me closer to the edge. I could hear David’s ragged breathing from the corner, the sound of him touching himself filling my ear.

Every thrust made me acutely aware of his gaze. I pictured him sliding his hand over his cock, matching the rhythm of the stranger slamming into me. Heat pooled in my stomach as I felt his eyes on my ass, on the spot where we joined, glued to the stranger’s cock sliding in and out of my pussy, slick with my wetness.

The knowledge of being watched, seen like that, made every sensation sharper, every touch more desperate.

“You like that, you dirty professor?” the stranger growled, leaning over me, his chest pressing against my back. “You like getting your brains fucked out while your colleague watches."

“Yes! God, yes!” I screamed, the admission sending another vicious thrill through me.

“You gonna come on my cock?” he demanded, his pace becoming erratic, and wilder.

“I’m close,” I sobbed, the coil in my belly tightening to a breaking point. “I’m so close.”

“Do it,” David’s voice cut through, sharp and commanding. “Come for him, Sylvia. Let me see you lose it.”

The command, the watching, the brutal fucking— it was too much. My body couldn’t think. My cunt tightened around him, pulsing and clenching with every thrust. I screamed, shoving my face into the bedspread, my legs trembling, my vision going white. Every nerve was on fire.

“Ahhh—ohhh, fuck—yes, yes—ahhh!” I pushed back against him, chasing the feeling, spit drooling from my mouth.

The stranger gave three more rough, deep thrusts, then slammed into me one last time, burying himself fully inside me. A hoarse roar ripped from his throat as his orgasm tore through him. I felt the hot, pulsing rush of his release filling me, triggering another smaller tremor that made my legs shake.

He collapsed on top of me for a moment, his weight pressing me into the mattress, both of us spent, breathing in ragged, heaving gasps. The only other sound in the room was David, shifting in his chair.

“Magnificent,” he said, his voice thick with awe.

Then while I lay still beneath the stranger, little moans escaped my lips, I heard it, the soft scrape of footsteps filling the room.

My pulse spiked, every muscle tensing up.

He stopped before me, his fingers sliding into my hair as he yanked my tired face upward.

He stared at me with lust-filled eyes, his cock poised in front of my lips. “Open up.”

I parted my lips slowly, and without wasting time, he shoved his thick length into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat.

“Fuck—” he groaned, slamming into my mouth with brutal thrusts. "You take my cock so fucking well, you filthy little

mouth-whore." With one final deep drive, he emptied himself, filling me completely. I swallowed.

“You’re the perfect slut, professor. So perfect.”