FILTHY WET DIARIES

MR. MICHAEL 4.

MR. MICHAEL 4.

I climbed into the chair with him, one knee on either side of his thighs, my back facing him.

“Are you sure you can take more?” He questioned.

“Yes, please.”

He grabbed my hips and dragged me down.

I gasped as I took in his full length.

“f**k,... You're still so tight.” he grunted

I started to move. Slowly at first, rolling my hips on him.

“That's it,” he growled at me. “Just like that… yes…”

I moaned out loud. My hands gripping his thighs behind me, using him for balance as I started to bounce on him.

“I can't believe I finally get to use you.” He grunted. “After all these f*****g months. f**k, you feel so good.”

“Unggh… Micheal…” He reached around, grabbed my t**s roughly, squeezing as I rode on him.

“You want to c*m again?”

I nodded steadily. “Yes, please. Make me c*m”.

“Damn, you're such a good girl. Now, don't stop, faster.”

I moaned out louder, grinding down harder, each movement rougher, messier, more desperate.

“Micheal, I'm gonna c*m again…”

“Do it. c*m all over me.”

I cried out, my legs trembling, body going still for a second as I shattered once again, my back arching against his chest.

He wrapped an arm around my stomach, held me there, kept me full of him.

“That's it baby girl, you did well.”

I panted, going limp against him.

I was still on his lap, trembling, soaked, limp against his chest. His c**k throbbed inside me, still hard, still hungry. He wasn't done with me.

I felt so proud. Excited to know he still wanted more of me.

He gripped my hips tighter, and dragged me up. I gasped as he slid out of me. My p***y clenched onto him. I didn't want to let go.

“Michael...” I panted.

“Shhh. Not a word”

He stood up. Flipped me over his desk again. Face down on the desk, my ass up in the air.

“Hands flat. don't move an inch.”

I obeyed immediately, my chest pressed to the cold wood, arms trembling. He poked at my entrance and shoved back in.

“Micheal,...” I screamed.

He pulled at my hair from behind, ramming deep into me over and over again.

“Is this okay?”

“Yes,... Keep going…” I mewed.

“Good girl.”

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the office. My moans were broken, shaky, louder with each deep thrust. My body shook violently, sweat dripping down.

“You were made for this belly,” he growled. “Made to take my c**k so perfectly”

“Yes…. Yes, I was.”

I shattered once again. My body tightening around his pulsing length, as I went down from my high.

He grunted against me, shoved in deeper, his pace impatient, brutal. The desk creaked continuously beneath me.

Just then, a sharp knock sounded from the door.

I froze immediately. But he kept moving, kept slamming deep into me without a care in the world.

“Micheal,...” I whispered between ragged breaths. “Someone… the door…”

“”Of course” he replied nonchalantly, still not stopping.

It sounded a second time.

“Mr Micheal, are you available?”

He grunted out loudly, slamming deep into me hard. I cried out.

“Mi… Micheal..” I shuddered.

“Shh, be quiet” he cooed to me. Still thrusting in and out.

“Mr Michael?”

Just then, he pulled out fast.

“Grab your clothes.” He snapped. “Quick.”

I scrambled up as quickly as I could. Flushed, breathless, hair tousled roughly, both lips swollen. I grabbed my panties and my dress in a pile.

“Under the desk. Now” he ordered as he guided me under.

I slid under the desk, still half-naked, holding my clothes to my chest.

I parted my lips to say something, but he held a finger to my lips.

“Shh, not a sound.”

He quickly tucked himself back into his pants, barely zipping up completely.

Another knock.

“Come in,” he snapped, clearing his throat.

The door creaked open.

A female professor walked in. “Sorry, Mr Micheal. I just wanted to inquire about…”

“Yes, Miss Daisy,” he urged, leaning into his desk, trying to look professional.

“Umm… are you okay? You seem flushed.”

“Yes, just a bit of a migraine”

“Ohh. Well if you want, I could get you a drink?” She offered. Her voice pitched up lightly, as if trying to be cute with him.

Just then, a naughty idea slipped my mind.

I slid my fingers along his thigh, and felt him tense up.

“No, I'll be fine, thanks. You wanted to ask me something?”

My hands slipped higher. I breathed a slow, warm breath against his leg, teasing him.

“Oh, right. The grading scheme discussed at the meeting earlier, I'm quite confused about some areas. Was hoping you could kindly put me through?”

I slowly undid his zipper, as I watched him trying so hard to keep a straight face.

“Ohh, I would love to. But I'm not feeling too good right now. Maybe later in the day?”

I slid my fingers into his pants, and grabbed his c**k, and noticed a slight frown on his face as he struggled to stay composed.

“Okay sure. Thank you. I'll see you later then?”

I started stroking his c**k slowly, wanting him to break. I brushed my tongue lightly on his cap making him hiss audibly.

“Sure” he managed to reply.

The door closed.

He exhaled loudly. “Out missy.” He snapped as he pushed back his chair and stood up.

I crawled out from under the desk, eyes sparkling with pride like I had achieved something.

“You couldn't endure that right?” I whispered, grinning.

“Really,? That's how you want it?”

I smiled, flipping strands of my hair behind my ear and giving him a sexy pose, as I leaned on his desk.

“Well, you started this.” He said darkly. “I just hope for your sake that you'll be able to take it” he grunted. His eyes dark with hunger.

“Try me.” I dared, cupping my breast in my hands as he watched with squinted eyes.

He pushed me against the desk with a soft thud. I didn't flinch, I looked up at him, eyes wide, lips swollen, body bare and slick with sweat, craving to be touched, to be used.

“Open your legs. Now.”

I obeyed instantly, spreading myself for him like a desperate w***e.

He dragged his eyes over me lazily.

“Say it,” he said, lining himself up.

“Say what?”

“Say you want me to f**k you again.”

“I want you to f**k me again, Micheal. Please.”

Just like that, he slammed into me with one hard thrust. My body jolted, head thrown back, mouth falling open in a silent scream.

“Fuck..”

I clung to the desk, knuckles white. He held my hips, dragging me towards him with every thrust. He was rough, filthy and loud. My legs wrapped around his waist as I took him in. All of him, over and over again.

“You feel so good…”

“Harder…”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Michael, please.”

He grabbed my throat, not tight, just enough. “Beg for it.”

“Please Micheal, I want more…”

He growled, slamming deeper . “You're going to make me c*m inside you”

“Yes,” I cried out. “Do it. I want you to fill me up.

“You want me to c*m in you?”

“Yes, every drop… pour it all in me…”

His hips moved faster, sloppier. My moans, louder, broken. My fingers raked down his back, dipping into his skin. My walls clenched around him, milking him.

“f**k… f**k… I'm gonna c*m…”

“Yes. Yes Micheal… pour it inside me…”

His body tensed. He slammed one last time and groaned, loud, spilling deep inside me as I cried out his name repeatedly like a prayer.

We both trembled.

He stayed inside me, heart pounding, breathless.

I whimpered, still clenching, shuddering.

“Micheal,...” I whispered. Eyes dilated.

He leaned down and kissed my mouth, hard, tangling his tongue in mine as he cupped my face.

“You feel so good.” He breathed against my lips. His breath was hot.

I nodded, my eyes lazily shutting closed. “I know.”