Slut Lesson ~ FBMSAHG (5)
I gasp as we lock together, pussy to pussy. Every inch of me alive in ways I’d never imagined. My hands explore her breasts, her shoulders, desperate to learn the map of her body.
She murmurs praises and corrections, letting me take the lead under her guidance.
“This… feels… so good.” I whisper.
The sound outside quiets, and there’s no knock at the door. Relief floods me… I pray Stan doesn’t come back.
Inker holds me steady, her fingers bruising my hips, her breath hot against my neck.
“That’s it. Ride it. Don’t think—just feel me.”
I whimper, pressing my forehead to hers, lost in the wet heat between us and the pulse of her body rubbing perfectly against mine. My thighs ache but I won’t stop.
I still can’t believe I’m letting her do this to me… and yet… every nerve in my body is screaming for more.
Inker’s pace quickens, her pussy grinding harder against mine. Her breath comes out in rough moans. Her fingers digging into my skin as if she can’t hold back. The rhythm is wild now, desperate, like she’s chasing something she can’t stop.
“Ahh—fuck—Cassieee!”
And then it happens—a rush pouring out of her like water from a broken pipe, splashing over my stomach, my thighs, soaking the sheets. It doesn’t stop. It keeps gushing, warm and messy like she’s pissing pure heat across my skin.
My eyes fly open wide. I choke on a breath, shivering from the shock of it. From the way it keeps pouring out in waves. Her thighs squeeze mine tight, holding me down so I can’t move.
The scent, the slickness, the sheer rawness of it makes me dizzy. Did she just—? God, she did. She really squirted all over me. My chest pounds, my face burns, but under the shame is a wild thrill.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp, my own climax twisting sharper.
I’ve never come like that. Not once. And sitting here drenched in her and trembling under her hold, all I can think is: please let me feel it too. Please, let it happen to me.
She laughs low, breath hot against my ear. “You like that, don’t you? All of me on you. You’re mine now.”
My hands clutch at her hips trying to keep pace while my body betrays me. I’m drowning in her, utterly ruined, and I can’t stop.
Heat floods me so suddenly I barely recognize it as release until it’s already happening. My body jerks, thighs clamping around her, and I cry out against her shoulder, mortified at how fast I’ve unraveled.
Inker only chuckles, holding me through it and licking me lazily like she expected this. “That was cute,” she murmurs against my skin. “But don’t think you’re done.”
I collapse into the sheets, panting hard, certain I can’t take another second. But she grabs my thighs and flips me over, forcing me under her. My face burns as I realize what she wants… her wet cunt hanging above, glistening and daring me.
“Open that pretty mouth,” she orders, smacking my thigh when I hesitate. “I said open. You’re gonna eat me while I ruin you.”
Her words punch heat straight through me. She lowers herself onto my face, her wet pussy pressing against my mouth, her scent flooding me. At the same time her mouth is on me again, tongue merciless on my clit, sucking like she owns me.
I whimper, muffled by her. My tongue darting nervously until she spanks my ass.
“Deeper. Fuck me with that tongue. Don’t you dare slack.”
Every time I slip her palm cracks across my skin again. Every time I obey she moans against me, vibrations ripping through my already overworked body.
My cheeks burn. Not just from pain but the humiliation of being seen like this, exposed and owned. I close my eyes for a second trying to catch my breath, my mind spinning between horror and want.
“God, yes,” she groans, voice wrecked and filthy. “That’s it—lick your Daddy’s pussy while I break yours apart. You taste so fucking sweet when you’re sensitive like this.”
“Fuck…”
I cry into her pussy, the sting of her hand on my ass mixing with the pleasure she forces from my body. My legs are shaking again, already on the edge, and she knows it—she feels it.
“Don’t you dare come yet,” she growls against my clit, this time biting my inner thigh. “Not until I tell you.”
Her tongue keeps circling and sucking while her fingers scratch and flick over my clit like a DJ spinning. My own wetness dripping down my thighs.
“Fuck, listen to you,” she growls into me, pulling back just long enough to slap my clit. My whole body jerks. “So needy. You love this, don’t you? Getting used like a doll?”
I shake my head but the lie dies on my tongue the second she spanks me again—this time right across my pussy. I yelp against her, my thighs snapping shut only for her to force them wide open.
“Say it,” she demands, voice low and cruel. “Say you’re my slut.”
My cheeks burn hotter than ever. “I—”
The sting lands again, harder. A wet slap against my swollen flesh. “Say it.”
“I’m—” I choke out. “I’m your slut.”
Her laugh is dark and satisfied, vibrating through me as her mouth clamps back onto my clit. The humiliation mixing with a raw, impossible pleasure that makes me moan louder than I ever have in my life.
“That’s right,” she says, pulling off me only to spit down onto my cunt, smearing it in with two fingers before pushing them inside. “My slut. And you’re going to prove it.”
My stomach twists. Should I beg her to stop?
She rides my face mercilessly, and when her hand smacks my ass again I scream into her cunt, my pussy strangling her fingers in reflex. She pulls them out slowly then snakes her hand between us before pressing them against my lips.
“Open,” she orders.
I obey, tasting myself, moaning as she pushes them deeper onto my tongue.
“Good girl,” she purrs. “Suck it. Lick up your mess. If you can’t clean your own filthy pussy, you don’t deserve to have it fucked.”
The words wreck me. I grunt around her fingers, sucking greedily. And then she stops… just long enough that my hips twitch against nothing, craving what she’s withholding.
“Pathetic,” she snarls, pulling her hand away only to smack my pussy with her other hand. The sound echoes in the room, my body jolting with it. “Greedy girl, dripping all over the sheets, begging without even knowing it. Say what you are.”
“I’m—fuck—” I gasp, my thighs trembling. “I’m your slut.”
“Louder.”
“I’m your slut!”
The word rips out of me and the shame cuts deeper than the sting of her hand. I never said that for anyone before. Not even for the boyfriends who thought they owned me and begged me to talk dirty. I never let anyone make me feel small… until now. And God help me, I want it.
Her grin is wicked as she bends back down, her tongue piercing into me, her palm smacking my clit in sharp bursts until I’m writhing, tears in my eyes, unable to hold back.
“Come for me, pet,” she growls against me, voice vibrating deep inside. “Now. Let me hear you scream.”
And I do. Louder than I’ve ever screamed, hips snapping up, body breaking apart under her control as wave after wave crashes through me.
But her mouth doesn’t let up. Each flick of her tongue against my raw clit is like a live wire. I push weakly at her shoulders. She only pins my hips harder, forcing me to take it.
“Please—Inker, I can’t—”
She hums against me, cruelly patient. “You’ll learn how much you can take, baby. This is just the start.”
She pins me down, licking and spanking me through it until I’m sobbing and soaked, my body limp, my voice wrecked.
Only then does she lift her head, mouth shiny with me, smirking down like she’s proud of her handiwork.
“Messy little slut,” she murmurs, dragging two fingers through my ruined cunt and holding them up in front of my dazed eyes. “You’d do anything I told you, wouldn’t you?”
And the worst part—the hottest part—is that she’s right.
My throat is raw, my body limp, but somehow I manage to whisper, “No one’s ever… used me like this before.”
Inker leans down, eyes glinting. “That’s why you’ll keep coming back to me.”
She smears her chin with my slick, then turn and grab a fistful of my hair. “Look at the mess you made on me. Clean it.”
She drags me up, pressing my mouth to her jaw, making me lick myself from her skin. Her taste and mine blur together until I’m dizzy.
Only when she’s satisfied does she shove me back down, legs still spread indecently wide.
God, if anyone walked in… if he walked in and saw me like this, I’d never live it down.
She presses a slow affectionate kiss to my forehead and it cuts right through me. It’s crazy how she can ruin me and still make me feel cared for in the same breath.
My thighs are slick, the sheets drenched beneath me, the air thick with sex.
Her lips stay on my forehead, almost like she’s protecting me. Her hand moves gently through my hair, even while my body still shakes from what she did.
When I finally look up, I see my own mess still shining on her chin. The sight makes me twitch again, too marked to pretend I’m not hers now.