TEACHER'S SLUTTY CHEERLEADER 5
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“You like that?”
Danielle was sure her neck would hurt like s**t soon enough with how hard she’d been nodding in the span of two minutes. “Mhm, fuck.”
Vincent’s breath was hot on her neck as he pounded his d**k harder and harder into her p***y. His rhythm and stamina were unmatched, each grunt sending her farther and farther over the edge.
He’d been gentle at first, letting her adjust to the slight pain that came with inserting his tip. Then, he’d pushed most of the length in and pulled back. The fact that she was soaking wet only made his work easier.
“Haa…” She moaned out loud, reaching out for his waist as he continued to pound mercilessly into her.
Another grunt left his lips as he gave a hard thrust, the bed making creaking noises underneath them. To think something so utterly forbidden could feel so good. Was he f****d? Yes. Did it matter then? Not in the slightest. He’d let future Vincent deal with the problems.
He paused, reaching out to claim her lips with his. It was short, but oddly a sensation she didn’t think her mind would easily recover from.
Then without warning, he flipped their position, putting her on top of him and slowly guiding her legs so she could probably straddle.
“Now it’s time for you to put in the work,” He said breathlessly.
She blinked. “The work?”
Her words had come out slower and more slurry than she’d expected. He nodded, reaching for her waist.
She got the hint immediately and slowly guided his hard length into her p***y. She gasped, the sensation sending chills through her body.
Her movement was slow at first, hips slowly sliding over his d**k. Then, she picked up a rhythm, hands moving to rest at both sides of his head as she bucked her hips faster and faster.
“Just like that,” Vincent’s words were breathless, a groan escaping his lips. “Such a good little slut.”
She bit back another loud moan, all her focus on how good it felt to have him inside her. There was something erotic about being called a slut by him. It didn’t matter how degrading it should have felt to her.
It only made her hotter, more turned on than ever. “f**k, right there.”
The room was filled with the sound of her moans and grunts as she continued to ride in. Vincent’s gaze would occasionally flicker to her breasts, his hands massaging and slapping them lightly.
“Aah,” She moaned out , biting her lip to stop any more embarrassing sounds from coming.
The more they went at it, the slower she got, a light burn finding its way to her thighs. Never one to relent, Vincent grabbed her hips again and began slamming mercilessly into her core.
She barely got to relax as he continued to pound hard, whispering the sultriest things into her ear as he did.
“Look at you,” He growled. “So eager and needy for my c**k. You like that?”
He pulled out, tracing his d**k over her p***y lips gently. “My big c**k?”
She bit her lip, nodding desperately. “Yes, daddy. W- want it so bad.”
That seemed to send him over the edge. “You want it back inside you?”
“Yes. f**k - I want every last bit of your c**k, daddy.” She whined, eyes glossy as she stared back.
There was something about her calling him daddy. It was like she’d set the monster in him loose.
He pulled her down to his lips, relishing the taste of her mouth. Then, without warning, he began to thrust hard and fast into her p***y. The sound of her moans seemed to vibrate right through the walls.
He should be worried about someone hearing them, but that barely registered in his head. All he could make sense of was how close he was to coming.
“S- s**t. I’m gonna c- aah,” Her whole body trembled hard as another orgasm shook through her.
He gave a few more thrusts, letting out a particularly loud grunt before pulling out just in time for c*m to spill out of his d**k. Danielle was breathless, already trying to move off his d**k.
A small squeal left her mouth when he pulled her back down. The look in his eyes sent a chill down her spine.
“Who said I was done with you?”
Being f****d hard and mercilessly was something she’d secretly fantasized about. That, and being manipulated like a pretzel while he pounded into her.
In that aspect, Victor crane was like a machine. He’d settle on f*****g from the side, one hand snaked over her leg, while the other playing with her n****e as he thrust into her over and over.
“I- aah,” She moaned out, the sensation of her still overstimulated core being pounded into threatening to run her mad.
Her hand moved to push him away but he only tightened his grip on her leg, pounding harder and faster than before.
“Shh- oh f**k, f**k, f**k, right there.” She screamed out for dear life as a third orgasm hit her, juice spilling out onto his d**k and all over the sheets.
He continued to thrust, not at all relenting or considering how overstimulated her entire body. After a few more thrusts, he pulled out, groaning as some more c*m spilled out of his d**k on to the sheets.
Danielle laid like that for some minutes, slowly coming down from her high. She barely registered when the sound of water ran in the bathroom, or when Vincent ran something wet over her thighs and her p***y as well. He moved to clean the c*m stains of the bedsheets as well
He cleaned her.
When she finally turned to him, it was obvious he was avoiding her gaze. She was no longer hot, the effects of the drug finally having worn off.
Now came the harsh slap of reality. She just lost her virginity. And to her teacher no less. The thought alone made her want to throw up.
Vincent barely said a word or even looked her way, robotically putting on his clothes back. His back was turned to her so she didn’t even know what expression he had on his face.
When he quietly left the room without a word, she didn’t say anything. What could she actually do?
“f**k!” She grabbed a fistful of her hair, tears pricking her eyes. “You i***t. f**k. f**k, fuck.”
It wasn’t just the fact that she’d just slept with her teacher. It was the guilt that came with knowing she’d enjoyed every bit of it. She’d begged him to f**k her. Like some needy slut who couldn’t even control herself. Even now, the memory of how he’d explored every part of her body made her c**t throb.
“f**k this!” She threw the pillows off in frustration, trying hard to hold back tears.
Going back home and sneaking back into bed without waking her parents had been easy. But most of it was a blur. Every single thought that came to her head would be interrupted with an image of grey eyes staring back into hers with a certain hunger.
She couldn’t shake the feeling of his hand on her body. Not even as she laid in bed, eyes staring into emptiness.
Her phone buzzed with a notification. She frowned as she scrolled through the article. It was the anonymous blog again. Something about what girl had the prettiest t**s in Silver Lake.
“Screw this,” she cursed, throwing her phone to the side.
All she wanted to do was close her eyes and pretend the night hadn’t happened. It never even existed.
Except it did. The light sore in her privates was a reminder. And one thing was certain. Tomorrow was another school day. Which meant facing him was inevitable.
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