TEACHER'S SLUTTY CHEERLEADER 4
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“W-Wait. I- aah.”
Sex was something Danielle fantasized a lot about; a lot more than she’d ever actually tell anybody. Had she ever had s*x with anybody? No. But it didn’t make her a prude.
She experienced what every other teenage girl experienced. And that was the occasional horniness. What positions felt good? How would it actually feel to be eaten out by once?
But this? Having renowned stone-faced teacher, Victor Crane, sucking and eating at her p***y was something she’d never even have fantasized about.
“T-there.” She found herself tightening her grip on his dark curls as another shiver wracked through her body.
The hum he left out seemed to send vibrations right through to her core. Each time her hips bucked uncontrollably and she tried to pull away, he’d only tighten his grip on her thighs.
His tongue slid into her p***y with a frightening precision that seemed to render every thought in her head useless. She couldn’t think, couldn’t even say anything sensible. The only thing that made sense was how good he was making her feel.
Another moan left her lips as he flicked her c**t with his tongue. “Yes… aah so good.”
“Hmm?” He paused to meet her gaze for a second, then went right back in.
This time, he kept at thrusting his tongue in and out of her p***y while using his finger to flick her c**t. If it wasn’t for his grip on her leg, she’d have jumped out of his hold.
It felt too good. Better than when she’d use her fingers in the solitude of her room. Every time he’d groan into her p***y, it was like another trip to cloud nine. She could feel her orgasm approaching with every flick of his tongue and every graze of his finger.
“Fuck.” Her grip on his hair tightened. “G-gonna c*m… aah fuck.”
That seemed to spur him even further, his tongue licking more furiously at her core. Her thighs clamped tight around his head hard.
A particular loud moan left her lips, legs trembling as her orgasm slowly overcame her. Vincent didn’t stop there, lapping all of the juices that squirted out of her p***y.
“Stop, I-”
She tried to push him away but he wouldn’t budge, pulling her back in. He continued to lick and suck at her core without wavering even for a second. She’d never experienced overstimulation before, so him still going at it even as her body shook from how hard she came only threatened to run her mad.
Once he’d licked up everything, he placed a small kiss on her p***y before finally raising his head to meet her gaze.
“Wow…” Her breaths came out in pants as she tried to calm down.
“Like I said,” Vincent peeled off the remaining buttons of his shirt before tossing it aside. ‘Be careful what you wish for.”
She could count the number of times she’d actually interacted with the man. That being said, she’d never have imagined he was so built underneath all the sweaters and carefully starched shirts he always walked around in.
“You’ve never…done something like this before, have you?”
She blinked, then slowly shook her head. Grey eyes stared back with an intensity that made her stomach flip. Vincent wasn’t just tall. His height alone was both intimidating…and oddly sexy at the same time.
He nodded, then proceeded to unbuckle his belt and then pull down his pants. The tent in his briefs was a tell-tale of how turned on he was.
Wordlessly, he beckoned on her with a wag of his finger. She swallowed, then slowly crawled to the edge of the bed. When he finally pulled down his briefs, the gasp that left her was both unexpected and of shock.
Just how many inches was it? Scratch that. Could she actually take all that in? Vincent’s eyes were unwavering as he stared down on her.
“Suck.” He ordered.
She took in a shaky breath. Then slowly, she inched forward closing her mouth over the tip first.
Feeling braver, she widened her mouth and tried to take in more of his hard length. It was barely noticeable but she felt the small stiffen in his breathing. She pulled back, then took his d**k in her mouth again.
“f**k,” He cursed, gently stringing his hand through her hair.
Still holding his gaze, she began bobbing her head up and down his d**k. Had she done it before? No. Did she feel good? Oddly, yes.
“Use your hands.” He spoke again.
She took her mouth off, stroking his hard length. To think underneath all the bland clothing he always walked around in, he was so hung.
Her movements alternated between stroking and sucking him off. Without warning, his grip on her hair tightened and he slammed his d**k farther into her mouth.
A small gag left her when his tip hit the back of her throat. The force alone made her mouth water and she found herself reaching out for his legs to steady herself.
“Keep going,” His gruff voice cut through the air.
She continued to bob her heard faster, running her tongue over his tip. Occasionally, he’d slam his d**k into her mouth like before but she took it all. Judging by the small groans leaving his lips, she could tell he was close to coming.
“Fuck.” His grip on her hair was tight as c*m spilled into her tongue. She held back the urge to choke, the bitter taste hitting her tongue immediately.
His glower made her shiver. “Swallow.”
Slowly, she forced the bitter c*m down. It was weird but that alone made her hornier. Wordlessly, he closed the gap between them, claiming her lips with his. Her eyes widened, mind already trying to process what was happening.
She was kissing her teacher. At a Halloween party, and in what was a pretty secluded room. In all honesty, it sounded modest seeing that they’d pretty much licked at each other’s privates.
He pulled away breathlessly. “You want me?”
“Yes,” She nodded vigorously, drug making her to winded to care. “Feels h-hot.”
“This?” He massaged her p***y a little, eyes raising back to meet her gaze. “You want my d**k inside you?”
A small whine left her lips as she nodded again. This was all sorts of humiliating. If she survived the night, she doubted she’d ever be able to look him in the eye again. But for now, she wanted to be f****d senseless.
He leaned forward, placing a small kiss on her neck. This was a dangerous line she’d decided to cross. But if the consequence would sting, then so be it.
“I’ll be sure to give you every last inch then.”
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