FILTHY WET DIARIES

MR MICHAEL 3.

MR MICHAEL 3

“That's right belly, show me how good you are with that.”

My arm was moving rhythmically, my hand wrapped around his c**k, as I stroked him.

He groaned lowly, tipping his head backwards.

“f**k” his voice was low, with something I couldn't quite describe.

“That's it, you slut, take me like a good girl”

“You have no f*****g idea how long I've been wanting to do this. Wanting to get your attention.” He grunted

“Now, you've willingly offered yourself to me, and trust me, I plan to use every single bit of you.”

My p***y clenched at his words, feeling so much pressure down there,

I gripped him hard, twisting my fist on every upstroke, and the wet sound of skin, sliding over skin, mixed with his low grunts filled the room.

“Your mouth, belly… I want to feel your warm little mouth on me…” he groaned out.

I pulled his length in my mouth, until my lips were wrapped around him, then he shoved deep into my mouth.

I gagged, tried to breathe, tried to pull away.

He wouldn't budge. He pulled at my head, keeping me steady.

“Take it,... Take it like I know you can.”

My throat clenched, eyes watering. Hands clutching his thighs, nails digging into him.

But I didn't pull away, not yet. I wanted this.

He f****d my mouth with sharp, punishing thrusts, hips snapping forward, one hand in my hair, the other gripping my shoulder like he needed this badly.

“f**k, yes..” He groaned. “You look so good like this. You were made for this, weren't you ?”

I moaned around him.

He yanked me by my hair, strands wrapped around his fist.

My lips were swollen. Chin wet. Eyes wild.

“Now, say it” he pulled out just enough to let me speak.

“I was made for you” I gasped, breathless.

Just like that, he shoved back in, mercilessly.

I choked once again, gagging out loud, but he didn't stop.

“Look at me while I f**k your pretty mouth.”

I did. Tears streaking down the sides of my eyes, my mascara smeared.

I was sure I looked messy, wrecked. But the way he looked at me, like I was beautiful, and his to devour.

“Stoke yourself,” he ordered. “Touch that shameless little p***y of yours.”

I moaned lowly, as I slid one hand between my thighs, obediently. He stood there, watching me. The way my hips jerked. The way my thighs clenched together.

He pulled out of my mouth again, letting me breathe for a second.

“Don't think I'm done now, belly.”

He slapped my cheek slightly. Enough to startle me a little.

“Micheal. Say my name like you mean it.”

“Micheal” I gasped, “please… I want… more…”

Like I had said what he wanted to hear, he gripped my head again, both hands now, and started thrusting rough and deep, using my mouth like it was made for his use.

My gagging grew louder against him. My moans, more desperate.

I was close, I was about to c*m.

He suddenly pulls out, panting breathlessly as he pulls me up by my hair, making me stand before him.

“You really want to do this, don't you?”

“Yes… please…”

“Turn around, and bend over the desk”

I immediately obeyed without any questions, I pressed my chest flat against the surface, ass arched, legs trembling.

I felt his hand on my core, running his fingers through my slick folds, chuckling darkly.

“Look how wet you are. You're literally dripping, aching for my c**k aren't you?”

“Please… I want more…” I needed a release. The torture was unbearable.

He slapped my ass cheek. Hard

I cried out, the sound echoing in the office.

“You think I f*****g care about what you want?”

Another slap, right on the same cheek.

“You're mine to use. The moment you stepped into this office, and dared to touch yourself. There's no escaping me now.”

I moaned loudly, not able to control myself.

He lined himself up behind me, pushing in slow, thick, until I was full and trembling, gasping out his name.

He stilled, didn't move.

He leaned over my back, lips by my ear.

“Beg for it”

God, he was such a tease.

“Micheal, please…, please, f**k me.”

He grabbed my throat from behind. He slammed into me, deep, brutal, urgent.

I moaned out, my fingers clawing at the desk for something to hold.

The sound of our skin slapping filled his office. My cries, his heavy grunts, the obscene sound of my core, taking him in over and over again.

“You were mine the second you walked into that classroom,” He growled against my ear. “You know that right?”

“Yes… yes…”

“You wanted me to use you, didn't you?”

“Don't stop, please…”

“I won't, trust me.” he whispered darkly.

He kept pounding into me until my legs gave up. I was shaking and sobbing, my head buried in my arms.

But he didn't stop.

He didn't even slow down.

And I was taking it well.

After a few more minutes of pounding me mercilessly, he paused.

I was a mess. Bent over his desk, hair tangled, lips parted like I was still trying to comprehend what had just happened.

His c**k was still buried deep inside me, my p***y fluttering violently around him pulsing with the orgasm he had just dragged out of me.

He held my hips, but didn't move. I pushed back at his c**k shamelessly, wanting more.

“Micheal, please…”

He leaned over my back again, his chest rubbing against my slick skin, and he whispered in my ear, “you just came, belly”

“I know, but you haven't yet,” I whimpered, rubbing against the base of his c**k while he was still buried inside me. I wanted more friction.

He pulled out slowly and I trembled at the emptiness he left behind. My inner thighs were soaked with my juices. His desk was ruined with them.

He stepped back, away from me.

I slowly pushed myself up, my hands still gripping the edge of the desk, as my legs still felt weak and wobbly.

I turned around to face him.

He didn't say a word, just stared at me with a smirk plastered on his face.

He walked around the desk to his chair, sat down slowly, legs spread, his c**k still rock hard and shining with my juices. He kept watching me.

“Come here,” he said.

I hesitated for a second. Then I started walking. Slowly, still feeling weak in the knees.

“Turn around.”

I did.

“Sit on my lap”