Memoirs of a Submissive *18+*

Chapter 3.5: Teacher Fantasy Part 2

I shivered, unbuttoning and unzipping my shorts. I kicked them aside and slipped down my cotton panties, kicking them next to my shorts. I was pushed down to my knees and he released my neck. I reached out for his shorts and pulled them down. He was huge and so thick, I just stared at it. I’ve never seen a c**k so close before. He was going to be my first, and I was more than willing. I ran my tongue from his balls, which were just perfect, up to the tip of his c**k. He groaned with approval when I grasped the shaft and slipped my mouth over the head of his c**k. My mouth did have to stretch to meet the girth, but when he was deep in my mouth he moaned, putting both hands on my head. He wrapped his hands up in my hair and started to push himself deep into my throat. I moaned against his c**k, I was able to adjust my gag reflexes to avoid gagging too much.

After a few more thrusts, I slipped his c**k out of my mouth and was licking the tip like a lollipop. There was a salty drop of pre-c*m glistening in my spit and I licked over the tip. Purring at the creamy reward for being such a good student. He helped me up to my feet, before he pushed me on the desk with my butt. I gasped to the cold interaction with the metal desk, shivers went down my spine, my n*****s started poking through the shirt. He ran his fingers over the hard nubs, I watched him as he got on his knees, my legs set on his shoulder as he looked at me between my legs. I couldn’t help and feel shy all of a sudden as I realized how close he was to such a private area. He smirked before I could say anything, he ran his tongue over the wet slit, slipping through the top fold, flicking my c**t.

I gasped loudly, my eyes glazing over with lust. He took two fingers and I felt him spread the folds, looking at my tight, untouched p***y. I whimpered, watching him intently as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me to the point I had to lay on my back on his desk. His tongue lapped up around the hole in my p***y, down to my asshole, back to my c**t, and I couldn’t help but grind myself against his mouth. My hands tightened around his hair and I arched my back. “C-Coach I…Oh God..” I moaned, my toes curling in my sneakers. He slid a finger inside of me as he flicked his tongue over the c**t over and over and over again. I felt the spark flicker in my lower stomach, and felt that something was coming. I had made myself c*m so many times, but this - this was something different. Then he did the unthinkable… He bit down on my c**t, and I lost it. I screamed, arching my back as I came so hard on this man’s face while he kept thrusting his fingers and sucking on my c**t sending me over the edge. He lapped a few more times, my body shook so hard, I let go of his hair, shivering as I came down from my Euphoric tongue f**k he just gave me. He climbed up and kissed me.

That's when I tasted myself in a different way - all the way around. I tasted myself. I was bitter, but sweet. I moaned and kissed him harder. He finally stripped my shirt off after him. Ripping my bra off, causing my breasts to bounce out. He palmed my breast hard, slapped it a few times too. I grinded myself against him, begging for him to f**k me as we lapped our tongues around each other. This man was going to f**k me and I was going to be such a slut to him. I wanted him to take this p***y and show me who the boss was.

I groaned as he broke the kiss, bending his head down and wrapping his mouth around my n****e. Rolling the bud between his teeth as he suckled on it. I wiggled beneath him moaning, it felt so good, and I went back to wrapping my fingers through his hair. I felt the tip of his c**k touch my opening and I went still with my eyes locked on his. “What about a condom?” I whimpered, kind of wanting to feel skin, and not something that was fake. He looked at me and sternly stated, “I will f**k you without a condom, because cumsluts like you don’t deserve such kindness.” I bit my lip and bucked my hips.

He grabbed my hands and pushed them to my side. “Not that I care, but this might sting a little.” Before I could say anything, he started pushing the tip into my tight p***y. I moaned, my head rolling back as I started to feel so full. He leaned down, licking my n*****s as he pushed in deeper. The stinging started to disappear and pleasure, oh so much pleasure, started to build up as he went deeper. He groaned as he felt how tight I actually was, “f**k… you’re tight, but oh god..” I moaned, feeling him completely bury his hard c**k deep inside me. He leaned down, he was so close to my lips, and I couldn’t move.

“Your p***y….” He breathed, “is minee.” Impact, he kissed me with such passion and such need. I moaned into the kiss. His tongue sneaked into my mouth and wrapped around my tongue. That was amazing. I never would have imagined taking a c**k would feel so good. He started to move his hips, in and out, hard and fast, slow and hard. He was deliberate in his movements and I was falling for every move. It was building again, the hot, sparked feeling in the bit of my abdomen. I pulled back, gasping for air as I moaned loudly. He kept ramming me over and over again, holding me close.

I had my arms wrapped around him, to hold onto the desk, back to holding onto him. He was so deep and hitting my g spot repeatedly. I was melting into a puddle, he groaned loudly and growled, “You are going to swallow my c*m…. Oh f**k… Uhhh…” He thrusted one last time and I felt the fireworks and there were stars. I came down hard, he pulled out, I came back to reality with my shivers and wave after wave of pleasure. He pulled me down to my knees and thrusted his slick, wet c**k into my mouth. My p***y juices mixed with our sweat tasted so good. I moaned, saliva covering my chin as he face f****d me until I heard the deep grunt and growl. “F-fuckkkk…” He came, deep in my throat, I swallowed like the good little slut that I am and cupped his balls. He grunted, as he finished. I pulled back. Licking all my juices off his c**k and balls. He groaned, pulling me back up onto the desk.

I was stinging a little from the earlier penetration, but I was high on adrenaline and euphoria. He chuckled, taking a tissue and wiping my lips and chin. I looked at him, my hair probably a disaster and my face read ‘I Sucked c**k’ all over it. I smiled, purring. We both looked a mess. He had crazy hair, and was naked with only his shoes still on. And then I’m over here naked, with one shoe on and unsure where or how the other one got away from me. I was a slut today and I would be his slut every day if he would let me. He leaned down and brushed his cheek against mine. The stubbles made me shiver as he spoke, “I will f**k you when and however I want to. Do you understand that, Kay?” Oh my name, he finally f*****g said my name. I moaned as a response, but I knew that he wanted something verbal. Taking all my strength, I responded, “Yes, sir.” He growled with approval as he kissed the side of my neck. He stood up, helping me to my feet.

He assisted me with putting back on my panties and shorts. His touches are soft and deliberate. I smiled and helped him with his shirt. My touch deliberately brushed against his abs and skin. I managed to somehow walk over to my original desk and pick up my things. I looked back at him once more and I watched him look me in the eye before running his tongue over his fingers. I shivered with delight knowing that those fingers were in my p***y, f*****g me, and owning me like the slut that I am. He knew he had me, hook and sinker. I walked out of that classroom and headed back to the parking lot t get in my car and take a moment to register that I had just f****d and would f**k my coach again. I got to my little Kia Soul and sat down behind the driver's wheel. I sat there and just finally took a deep breath. My body was still so sensitive that I just couldn’t stop thinking about his touch, his smell, or his taste. I shivered, sliding the key into the ignition, looking up through my windshield where he stood. A smirk plastered on his face as he licked his lips watching me drive off, to be sure I was safe, or to be sure I wasn’t about to beg him for another round.