Erotic Snapshots: A compilation of short-scene erotica stories

2.4 Her Best Student

She bites her lip, embarrassed to say it out loud, but too turned on to hold back, "I need you to f**k me harder. And, f**k my ass with your fingers faster." Ms. Lisa groans, feeling even more humiliated, yet still so turned on. She softly whispers, "Just pound into me like the naughty slut I am for you." Waylon's entire demeanor darkens and a devious smile pulls at his lips. Pulling out his thumb and replacing it with two fingers, he started pounding into both her tight holes. He grits out through clenched teeth, "You want me to pound you like this, slut?" He pistons his hips fast and snaps them hard against her ass.

She screams out in pleasure, her hands scrambling to find something to hold onto as he pounds into her. The sensation of his fingers and c**k moving so fast and hard, and in and out of her holes, is driving her insane. She feels so full, so used, so perfect. Her voice fills the office with her chant, "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" His pace relentless and merciless, he rasps, "f**k baby, your screams and tight p***y are gonna make me nut soon."

Her body is shaking uncontrollably as he f***s her ruthlessly. The sound of his hips slapping against her ass and the wet squelching of her p***y is driving her wild. She could feel her orgasm building, threatening to overwhelm her. "I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come so hard!" Waylon pulls his fingers out of her asshole and goes into overdrive, wrecking her p***y with his big d**k. "Come on this d**k, slut. Milk my dick." She throws her head back and screams when he pinches her c**t. Her orgasm crashes over her like a wave. Her body convulses as her p***y squeezes Waylon's thick length like a vise.

She gushes all over his d**k, his thighs, her desk, and the floor beneath them, making a huge mess of and around them. "Oh my god, baby," she cries. Waylon doesn't stop pounding into her p***y, now, chasing his own release. "Damn, baby. You ruined my textbook coming all over my d**k and your desk." He spurs on, "You're such a good little slut for me. Keep taking this c**k like a good girl. I need to come inside this tight cunt before our lesson is over."

Her eyes rolled back as he continued f*****g her through her orgasm. She loves hearing his dirty words, being called his slut and being told how good she is for taking his big d**k. Her p***y flutters around his c**k, laboring to milk another orgasm out of herself while giving pleasure back to him. Waylon rubbed on her c**t when he felt her walls spasm around his length. "Come for me again," he stokes. "I want you to feel boneless by the time I finish with you. Come for me again, slut." He's hammering into her like a primal beast.

Ms. Lisa cries out, another wave of pleasure washing over her. Her heat wrings Waylon's c**k tighter as she comes again, her juices flowing freely. She's completely spent. Her body is shaking with exhaustion and pleasure. She softly whispers to him, "Baby, please. I can't take it anymore." Waylon challenges her plea, "You'll take what I give you. And, just for that..." he pushes himself further- f*****g her harder, stronger, and faster. He dares himself to f**k her body limp.

She whimpers, and her legs tremble as he continues to pound into her mercilessly. She's so sensitive now, and every thrust sends jolts of pleasure through her body. She feels like she might pass out from the intensity, and cries softly to him, "Baby, please. I'm so sensitive." Waylon, chasing his own release, does not relent in his pursuit of her tight, ruined p***y. "You want me to come for you? You want me to end this and come inside this tight little p***y?" he grits out. Her wet heat clamps down on his punishing length when she hears his words.

Ms. Lisa nods eagerly, wanting to feel his hot, thick cream inside her. She begs him in a voice barely above a whisper, "Yes. f**k yes. Come inside me baby. Breed me and fill my p***y up." Her voice is desperate and needy. More than anything, she wants Waylon's nut deep inside of her. He pumps into her faster, "Oh, fuck." He feels his climax building, and he rasps out, "You want me to fill you up? Give you my seed? Answer me!" Completely lost in pleasure, Ms. Lisa's mind is reduced to a blur of euphoric sensations. "Yes! Fill me up! Give me your baby-making c*m!" she whispers in heavy breaths. She arches her back, pushing her p***y harder against him as he rapidly pistons into her. She begs him desperately, "Come inside me now! Please!"

Waylon slams into her once. Then, a second time and holds his c**k balls deep in her p***y. His d**k shoots ribbons of his hot, thick and creamy c*m into the depths of her p***y. He roars through his release as he fills her up. His semen overflowing her tight cunt and seeping out and around his balls. She moans deeply, feeling his hot seed fill her while her p***y walls clench around his length, milking every last drop out of his c**k. She can feel his seed dripping out of her, mixing with her own arousal and making a mess on the desk and floor beneath them. He slowly pumps in and out of her wet heat as he comes down from his climax. He huffs out between breaths, "Damn, Ms. Lisa. I think I've figured out the problem thanks to you."

She softly laughs, her body still shaking with aftershocks of pleasure. She feels thoroughly f****d out, her mind and body entirely spent. She feels his semen dripping out of her, and she loves the way it is leaking out of her and marking her as his. She hums and playfully teases, "Mmm... and what problem is that again, sweetheart?" Waylon bends over to whisper in her ear, "How to make you come all over my dick." He smirks and continues, "And better believe I'm coming back to f**k that virgin ass of yours. My next problem: Is your ass tighter than your p***y?" Blushing deeply at his words, Ms. Lisa's heart races with excitement and a small bit of fear at the thought of Waylon taking her virgin ass.

He pulls away from her and slowly slips his soft d**k out of her wrecked p***y. He admires the mess she made, because of him, all over her desk and the floor. He chuckles, "Damn. How are you going to explain this to the cleaning staff, Ms. Lisa?" She looks down at the mess on her desk and the floor beneath her, their c*m mixed together in a sticky white pool. "I- I don't know," she stammers in a whisper. Lifting her off the desk and sitting her in her chair, Waylon admires how much she looks like a thoroughly f****d out mess, and smirks at knowing he did that to her. She sits there, dumbfounded, and her legs spread wide with his c*m still leaking out of her well-f****d p***y. Her hair is a bird's nest, makeup smudged and lips swollen from crying and kissing way too much. She looks like a slutty teacher who just got completely wrecked by her student. She begins, "You-" but the thought dies on her lips.

Waylon gives her a devilish smile, "Yeah?" He's pretty much put himself together enough to walk out of her office and look like the biggest peacock on campus. He reaches for his textbook on her desk. The pages are soaked in her juices and his c*m. He looks at Ms. Lisa and holds up his book for her to see the mess she made of it. "My slutty teacher made a mess of my work," he teases. She bites her lip, trying to suppress a smile. She knows she's in deep now, and there's no turning back. She loves the way he talks to her, like she's his personal f**k toy. She nodded her head slowly, and her eyes fixed on his sullied textbook.

He steps in front of her and crouches down to meet her gaze, and then, dips a couple of his fingers into her p***y before bringing them to his lips. After sucking on his slicked fingers, he moans, "We taste good together, dripping out of your p***y. I'll see you next class, Ms. Lisa." He couldn't help himself before he got up to leave and dragged his tongue up her wet slit once more, poking his tongue deep into her hole where her p***y walls fluttered around it. He chuckled and pecked a kiss on her p***y, and then her lips, and then, turned to leave. With his hand on the doorknob, he turned a bit and teased over his shoulder, "My slutty teacher and her hungry holes," and exited her office. She watches him walk out of her office, with his soiled textbook under his arm, her mind reeling from his dirty words and dominant actions. She touches her lips where he kissed her, feeling completely owned by him, a student. She shakes her head and looks down at the surrounding mess. She knows she'll need to clean up the evidence of their forbidden encounter.