Chapter 9 Little Slut 🌶️🌶️🌶️
BRITTANY'S POV
My lips were parted in silent ecstasy as I felt his length deeply embedded into my pussy, his girth stretching my walls perfectly.
I had a lot of boyfriends and did a lot of shit but not once had I ever felt this way. This full.
Not once had I ever wanted to just crawl into someone's skin and stay there forever. Not once did I feel like my pussy was made for someone.
But also, not once did I imagine that I would get fucked on a Friday evening by my professor.
I guess today was a lot of firsts for me.
“Mr Allen…” I breathed, fingers digging into his back as I tried to anchor myself.
His brows were pinched and his gaze dark and gloomy. “Yes? You like that? My dick in you?”
His length brushed a sensitive spot in me and I jerked, nails digging into the shirt he wore. “Yesㅡ Fuck yes…”
He pulled out slowly until just the head of his cock was in me. “But only sluts like cocks in their pussies. Especially when it's their teachers dick. Are you a slut, Miss Jackson?”
Without thinking, I let out an audible moan. “I'm your slut, Mr Allen,” I breathed out.
Suddenly, he snapped forward, hips smacking into mine, making me yelp. “My pussy,” He growled.
He slid out again and pushed in at a slow torturous pace. “Fuck, your cunt was made just for me…” He grunted, gaze straying to where we were connected. Funny how we think alike. “Feel that?”
I could feel him. He was everywhere. Hitting everything. Making me feel every goddamn thing that I didn't think was possible.
“YesㅡFuckㅡ” My words broke off as his lips swallowed mine again, cutting off my string of curses.
The stubble on his jaw scratched across my skin, sending tingles down my spine, his tongue moving at a languid pace but he still kept thrusting at the same paceㅡ slow and deep.
He would pull out slowly, letting me feel the absence of his dick before he would slam back in, knocking air out of my lungs.
His tongue traced the seam of my lips, asking for entrance and as the tip of his cock hit my cervix, I gasped, lips parting involuntarily but his tongue slipped in all the same.
“Right there. Yes… uhm…harder…” My words were a jumble, eyes rolling to the back of my head as he increased his pace, the front of his hips smacking against me incessantly.
His lips moved away from my lips, tracing open mouthed kisses down my jaw. “You're gonna fail my class again, Miss Jackson?” He grunted, snapping his hips up at another angle to hit deeper, the action making me bounce off the table for a second.
The furniture was already creaking under our weight and actions but I couldn't bring myself to careㅡNot now. Right now, I needed to reach an orgasm.
“No, sir…” I moaned, my finger sliding down from his back to grip his ass that clenched under the intensity of his thrusts. “I won't… oh God…”
He groaned into my neck, his breathing heavy as his hand reached between us to rub at my clit. “You gonna be a good girl, Miss Jackson?”
Blinding pleasure overwhelmed me and I struggled not to black out from the force. “Yes sir…” Tears stung the back of my eyes until I could feel some rolling down my cheek.
It felt good. Too good.
His head raised and he spotted the tear rolling down my cheek. “That's it…” He urged, thumb pressing down on my clit. “C'mon…”
“I think I'm gonnaㅡ”
“No,” He warned. “You don't cum until I say so.”
A whimper escaped me and my legs were beginning to ache from the position he had me in on his table. “Please sir… please, let me cum…” I pleaded, feeling a sob choke its way up my throat.
I just needed to let go. I justㅡ
“Now, slut. Now!” He groaned, stilling, his balls drawing tight just as my orgasm crashed over me.
My eyes widened and an embarrassingly loud moan escaped me, my vision going black for a second from the force of the orgasm. My pussy clenched around his cock, milking him for everything he was worth while I bucked my hips to meet his.
He buried his face in the crook of my neck, groaning as spurts of his warm seed began to fill me, his hips lazily moving as he rode off his orgasm. “Fuck…” We groaned simultaneously, completely and utterly spent.
He tapped my hips, kissing my neck with a slight grin before he pulled out.
“Fuck…” I whimpered as my legs dangled off the table. “That wasㅡ”
His gaze was fixed between my thighs and I raised my knees to my chest, straining my neck to see as my pussy gaping, a mix of his cum and mine trickling down my thighs. “Shit,” I cursed, using a finger to swipe at the sticky cum before I pushed it back into my pussy.
Mr Allen’s gaze darkened as he watched me press a finger back into my pussy before I brought it to my lips, keeping eye contact with him as my tongue wrapped around the finger.
“You little slut,” He cursed, tucking himself back into his trousers messily before he was leaning forward, his breath hot against my pussy lips.
My heart thudded in my chest and I leaned back on my elbows, spread on his table while I watched him with hooded eyes.
He gave me a grin before his tongue slid over my clit, tasting his own cum as he cleaned me off.
My whole body shuddered and my breathing became laboured. I was so sensitive, but I didn't mind one bit. “Yes… Fuck…”
He continued to eat me out, his teeth grazing against my clit. “So good…” He hummed, the vibrations shooting down my spine.
“Yes…Yes Sir,” I mewled, a stupid grin on my face.
Finally, he stood up, tongue swiping over his lips before he leaned over me and kissed me.
It was nothing like I had ever tasted. He tasted of both of us combined as he slid his tongue into my mouth. “Good girl,” He groaned before he pulled away.
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding before I shakily sat up on the desk, legs buckling from the aftermath of my orgasm while he fixed his trousers, looping his belt back in place. “So? Is this it?” I managed to ask even though my voice was dry in my throat and my breathing was scrambled.
He gave me a slow long look, gaze dropping to my bare thighs where my skirt had ridden up. “I guess we'll never know, Miss Jackson,” He grinned.
My cheeks heated up and I shimmied off the desk, almost crumbling to the floor with how my knees knocked but I steadied myself by gripping the desk. “What does that mean?”
He didn't answer for a second, just adjusted the cuffs of his shirt before he squared his shoulders. “You've been a very good student, Miss Jackson,” he pointed out, walking around me to go to his table. “I think I would have to reconsider your grades…”
My lips curled into a smile. “Really?”
He hummed. “Yes…” He placed his hands on the desk. “However, if you fail any other tests. I may have to punish you again. Privately…” His words dropped on the last word.
My core tightened around nothing at his words. I knew what that meant. “Just like today?” I challenged.
Mr Allen picked his glasses from where he had dropped it before he cleaned it. “I don't think so, I think we're done with today's lessons. We would have a new topic another time,” he answered vaguely.
Curiosity gnawed at me and I rubbed my thighs together unknowingly. “What lesson?”
Once more, his gaze dropped to my exposed cleavage and the bright red marks on my skin that he had left. “Your ass, Miss Jackson,” He said bluntly.
Oh.
Excitement filled me. I had never done anything like that.
“But of course…that's only if you fail a test or something,” He brushed it off like it was nothing. “You should get going home, Miss Jackson. You may want to dress more appropriately.”
My fingers worked on the buttons of my cloth as I tried to make myself decent, a smile on my face. “I'll see you on Monday, Mr Allen.”
He hummed but didn't answer.
I didn't need him to.
As I walked out into the hallway, my steps wobbly, I grinned to myself.
I could hardly wait for Monday, I was going to fail a lot of testsㅡ and I wanted him to punish me for it.