Erotica Anthology #6

Sit On Me

#27

Sit On Me (Class)

By the time I step into the class, everyone already has each of their respective seats, except for me. I look around, but there’s no chair left.

“Sit on me,” Luc suggests, patting at his lap. I stare at him. “What, Sarah? Afraid of me? Come on. I won’t bite. Much.”

I ignore him and scan the classroom one more time, but there’s still no sign of an empty chair. Everyone already settled in, and me standing sticks up like a sore thumb.

“Miss Paxton, is there something wrong?” the teacher asks, crooking his eyebrow at me.

“Um, well, there’s no chair left,” I state out the obvious, unable to hide the slight nervousness in my tone.

“She can sit with me,” Luc announces pointedly, grinning so wide my jaw almost drop. I can’t believe the nerve he has on him. “Can’t you, doll?” he has the audacity to wink at me.

But what catches me off guard is what the teacher responses to next. “Where, there you go. Please take a seat, Miss Paxton. We need to start the class soon.”

What? Is he for real?

Everyone is staring at me now, demanding me to sit down quickly, as if it’s not some boy’s lap that they want me to sit on.

I want to say something, but feeling the weight of their gaze makes me nervous. I’m running out of option fast, and I simply don’t want to attract attention to me. Yes, that’s just how nervous I really am in public. I’d rather sit on Luc’s lap than being scrutinized under these people’s eyes for another second.

“Perfect,” Luc mutters as I move toward him, situation myself on his thighs. I’m already bending myself halfway when his hands suddenly stop me. I turn my head around.

“What? You don’t think I’m doing this for free, do you?” He gives me his best devilishly charming smile.

I sigh heavily. “What do you want?”

Instead of answering, his hands reach to pull down his zipper—comando, no surprise there—releasing his hard on. The bulge he’s packing is more than huge, in a way that veins throb almost painfully all over his length. How did I miss this?

“Think of this as a small fee to pay. I get to be inside you while you sit on me.” The sly smile never cease to exist.

If he thinks I’m going to succumb to his ridiculous request, then think again. “No way!” I throw him a disgusted look.

“Miss Paxton, sit down now!” the teacher’s voice is angry and commanding this time, so scary that I abide right away.

Luc is quicker than me though, and as my ass descend down toward him, one of his hand moves underneath my mini skirt and slides the crotch covering out of the way, allowing the head of his c**k to make contact with my slit. I struggle to bite my lip as my p***y throbs from the pain of being penetrated.

Everyone is waiting for me to completely sit still, but the pain of having him at my entrance causing my ass to freeze in the air, unable to go any further down. None of them seem to see anything strange from all of this though, even know I’m pretty sure at least a handful of the students hear Luc’s demands of me.

“s**t, you’re too tight,” Luc comments from behind me, before grabbing my hips and just slam me down right into me, penetrating me balls deep with himself.

My cunt is dry and the sliding friction is painful, like sandpaper riding up my snatch.

My nail dig into his table instinctively, my throat this close to screeching in pain. Electric pain shoots up through my secret place, starting an angry fire that burns and consume my entire waking moment.

It is only by this that I can fully seated on him, his c**k wrapped around my tight channel and virgin blood.

An arm goes around my waist, making me lean into his stomach. His body is all hard and muscled. I try to push him away, but a grip of his hand warns me off from struggling. The class starts, and everybody acts as if there’s nothing odd happening to me. As if I haven’t just been deflowered right in the middle of a class.

The teacher begins his lecture, but my mind fails to concentrate on what he is saying. As much as I hate it, the presence of Luc’s c**k embedded inside me, stretching and lodging my internal walls is all I can think about.

I can feel the smugness of his smirk even without turning to see. I can feel it in the way his arm drapes possessively around me, his fat c**k throbbing victoriously inside my p***y. I have never felt so full before.

The bastard is always hard. It doesn’t matter what happens, his c**k never cease to grow. In fact, it seems to grow even larger while he’s inside me.

My mind is clouded. I can’t think straight. No one cares and I feel queasy.

Right before the first period ends, Luc spills his seeds into my womb, before dislodging himself out of me with a loud pop. Then he tucks himself back into his pants ever so casually.

“Thanks, doll. Your insides feel great. Can’t wait to greet you with my c**k again next time.”

My legs are limping and my p***y is quivering by the time I manage to walk out of that classroom, Luc’s hot cream trailing down my legs every step of the way.

If the others notice this, they don’t comment on it. No doubt they think I’ve been marked by that bastard now. I’ve got his seed dripping from my thighs.

*

Apparently Luc’s last words is a promise. During lunch, he calls out to me and makes me walk all the way to his table, before being made to sit on his lap yet again. His c**k is already hard and ready to greet me when I get to his side. Ever so effortlessly he picks me up and plops me onto his lap, expertise finger pushing away my panties and sliding himself right into me with one smooth thrust.

With nothing to stop me, I moan out in pain this time, and I can feel his c**k jolting up in response.

“f**k, you feel so good,” he groans into my ear from behind, repositioning me on his lap, hands grabbing at my hips possessively. My p***y is filled up to the brink of its limit yet again, and this time his pre-c*m is there to help me slightly with the sliding descend.

Just like before, everyone ignores what horror is transpiring toward me. Luc says nothing and stuffs himself with spoonfuls of food, occasionally feeding me also, much to my dismay.

I’d like to refuse him, but I do need the energy to keep up. Eventually I relent and accept the food he gives, swallowing my pride bitterly along the way.

Like clockwork, Luc cums inside me right before the bell rings, filling me with so much cream that I continue to make a dripping mess as I stumble toward my next class.

*

After school is over, I find Luc waiting for me with his car. Some of his friends are also there, waiting. Luc gestures me toward his car. He seats on the passenger seat with I end up on his lap—again. One of his friends are driving. Luc’s c**k rub hard inside me as the car tumbles. By the time the car stops, I feel utterly humiliated by how much juice his d**k is able to milk out from me.

When we climb off the car, Luc offers to pick me up without saying anything, lifting me off by placing his hands under my knees while his c**k supports most of the weight of my cunt. He impales me further by this.

We end up past the living room and up the stairs. He carries me into my bedroom, before settle both of us on the bed.

“Sleep, my love. You’ll need your energy later.”

I hate him and I don’t want to abide, but there’s nothing I can do.

By the time I wake up, it’s already dark outside. Luc is still buried inside me. He eventually f***s me hard against the bed, and manage to knock me out by the end of the day.

He gets what he wants, and I am trapped with him.