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When the last school bell rang, my favorite student, Hannah, rushed out of class only to be back in few minutes, when everyone already left. I knew – I hoped – she will come back to me after the foggy deal we made last Friday.
- I will give my report only when we are in the stock room - Hannah stated with an intent look on her face, standing in front of my desk. I simply noded to her statement and headed towards the back facilities of the clasroom in my care: my precious little office. After we silently walked through the door, I took a seat in the only armchair in the room while Hannah leaned against the old, wooden wardrobe on my right. I looked at her youtful face intently, waiting for the girl to speak up now we were in private.
- During this week… - she started, her inhale a little shaky, pausing before continuing. - I masturbated, a lot. Not on the weekend though, my family was home. I couldn’t wait for them to leave. My parents get back late, usually, so I had peace and quiet after coming back from school.
Hannah looks at me, urging unwavered gaze, however I can tell she is not as confident with her report as she would prefer to be. I gesture her to keep going.
- W-well… Monday, Tuesday, Wensday… I came every time.
- What were you using? - I ask quickly, maybe sounding a little stern, as I try not to give in too much into the imagery Hannah’s confession awoke. The girl, however, weights her silences carefully.
- … I have a dildo. A glass dildo, to be exact. Not very big but, you know…
- You’re a virgin, right?
She looks a little confused.
- It doesn’t hurt you? - I implore.
- Hah… no, no. I like it firm. It only gets a while to get used to it and… get it right. - she pauses. Fighting with herself, she looks at me almost with a resentment in her gaze. - You want to know what I was thinking about during… my time, right?
- Of course - I respond calmly while Hannah looks down before answering.
- I could have… hold back, you know. But it turned me on that I was violating a ‘rule’ you told me not to break. I thought about that I’ll tell you later how… how I rammed my pussy with no regrets, just because I can. Or, actually, because I can’t… It’s far more embarassing now though than it was in my head - she giggled nervously. Her arms corssed, her cheeks were flushed and she tried her best not to face me and not make it obvious at the same time. Inside, I knew she was burning.
I wanted her naked. I wanted her on her knees. I wanted her now. I exhaled, loudly. It could have looked like anger – and for a big part it was indeed anger of sorts.
- So what I’m getting here is that you were getting off to thinking that you are disobeying me, right?
- … Right.
Hannah's usual confidence was there no more. Hearing her bold statement being said by someone else might made her uneasy – especially said by that particular someone she disobeyed.
- And as you know and probably remember, disobeying comes with a price, right, Hannah?
- Yes.
- You like that price? Admit it. What’s in it for you?
- Um… heh…
Hannah stayed bold even in her silence.
- Undress.
- Excuse me?
- I don’t have time for that. Skirt down, we’ll talk then.
I saw for the first time a glimpse of true fear on Hannah’s pretty face. She obeyed my command, avoiding my gaze and trying not to hesitate. She started with the skirt - when it fell down and she removed it from her ankles, her bare bottom was exposed.
- Wearing no underwear today, Hannah? - I teased, although my tone was far for playful.
- Well, yes, as you can see…
I raise from my armchair before she finishes her snarky remark. That's when I catch another glimpse of fear crossing Hannah’s face. Still, now she looks me straight in the eye, standing straight in front of me, wearing her shirt properly buttoned up but completely naked below her waist, if we don't coun't the socks and the shoes.
- You went to the bathroom to remove it before approaching me?
- Um… yes. Yes, sir.
- You are such a fucking tease - I snarl. I grab her by the arm, turn her body around easily and push her against the wardrobe’s old wooden door she was leaning against just a moment earlier. She gasps loudly. I press my body against hers, my hard-on just between her buttcheeks. Now, this little minx knows for sure what’s the deal in this little game we've carelessly been playing.
- What's wrong with you? Is that what you’re after, huh? - I see she opens her mouth but says nothing. - I know you are. You come here every week in hopes I’ll finally pound the fuck out of you. - she wriggles against me as I push harder. I lean in to whisper into her ear. - And you know what? I’d love to, sure. But somehow I prefer watching you trying not to beg for it. Trying not to cry when I beat your ass instead.
Hannah shuts her eyes close, trying to stay steady but I can sense she is an inch away from becoming a trembling mess. Her body feels so warm and frail against mine; I can feel every breath she takes in. It turns me on and I am sure she can feel my arousal between her legs.
- There is so much I would do to you now, Hannah - I coo near her ear, securing both her arms behind her - but you’re just such a pathetic little brat.
I inhale her sweet smell and withdraw slowly. When I pull my lower body away from hers I notice Hannah’s wetness left a mark on my trouser’s fly.
I hear her exhaling in some kind of relief. I am still pinning her both arms behind her back - as I am able to do so with just one hand, the other one lands a few juicy smacks up Hannah’s bare ass. Her reaction is instant, unlike durng our previous encounters. Pressed against hard surface of the wardrobe, Hannah wriggles and gasps under my hits, although I'm not using even half of my strength. I don’t want her sore too soon, although I do want her pent up and hopelessly unsure of her fate, and only then – miserably sore.
I target right buttcheek and the left one by turns. Hannah works her legs, accidentally exposing her pussy for just mere seconds. Accidentally, just a few hits befall in between those impatient legs. She is exceptionally loud, even giving out whimpering cries (some sounding like “nn-o”), letting out all she had pent up until now.
- Keep it quiet, would you? - I scold her although I don’t mean it. I turn this usrprisinly lightweight body by force to face me again. I instantly release my grip on her and plop back into the armchair, almost as if nothing of importance happened. However as I keep my legs open I catch Hannah glancing down my crotch, despite the baffled look on her now red face. I remain seemingly composed, casually aiming just another question at the poor girl.
- So, a glass dildo, you said? It makes me wonder… Where the idea came from? Can you tell me?
- Oh - Hannah begins, caught off guard. It takes her a good moment to regain some composure - I… I was using my fingers for a while and … when I discovered I can put something up there… you know, I couldn’t just get a dildo right away, it being shipped to my house and all. So I figured… I could try with a- a hairbrush handle.
- Oh. And how was the brush?
- Pretty stiff - she laughs, tucking her hair back. - It hurt at first, yeah, but… it has those little ribs and all… it wasn’t too bad.
- I see - I nod in teasing approval. Hannah now is just the right mix of bold and embarrassed, such a pleasure to watch. - Now, Hannah, unbutton your shirt.
And when she does, of course, no bra is pressent underneath.
- I see… - I only murmur and proceed to relocate the armchair I was sitting in, so its back touches the rim of the desk. Hannah knows she ought to be naked: she removes her shirt completely without my mentioning. When she’s done and the armchair is in right place I take her by the arm, lead her forward and gently push her down onto the headrest. Her body resist; kneeling on the chair, she secures her weight by placing both palms flat on the desk’s wooden countertop, looking back at me, her face just a little higher than my crotch. Her position allows me a fine view of her braless, bouncy tits. I’ll make sure they will bounce. With a little luck, Hannah will lower herself flat onto the desk soon enough on her own.
- You worked pretty hard to get yourself into this position.
Hannah looks down. She knows what awaits her, still there is plenty of room for doubt left. I’m taking my time by strolling to her side slowly, taking the picture in. I am going to make sure the punishemnt suits her crime. For a moment I consider removing my belt and giving her the trashing she is waiting for. I realise, however, it’s the skin on skin contact, the unfiltered vent, that I am after the most. So I give it to Hannah, hard and unforgiving. One, two, three, four, five. She's breathing heavily from the start but now, again, she tries not to let herself go completely.
- Enjoying yourself, Hannah?
She stays silent to my teasing but as I am keeping a good pace on her butt, muffled sounds escape her more and more often. She sounds displeased, frustrated. I give her few seconds and start again: one, two, three… I know when to stop and when to start anew. After few series I hear hissing, increasing into whining. I am sure it stings good, yet her buttcheeks are just turning bright red.
- Do you care to remind me what was that you were fantasising about, when breaking the precept you agreed to? - I pause to try to start our conversation anew.
- Well… exactly that. Going against it. Breaking the rule - I can hear Hannah is not in the mood for chatting by the tone of her answer.
- Only that? Or maybe… - smack! … smack! … smack! … - the consequences?
- Uhhh… - Hannah sways back and forth in the seat she’s kneeling in. - Yes.
- Yes?
- Yes, sir.
- Yes what?
Hannah says nothing and bites her lower lip. Whatever she won't admit, I'll break it to her. I can she she tries her best not to scream. But how long she can hold her breath? Eventually, she will scream.
- Ah--! Owww…
Her “ow's” lengthen each time they occur. When Hannah runs out of breath for the first time I rest my palm on her buttcheek and squeeze it.
- Enjoy it, you stubborn brat. You've earned it.
I take a step back, maybe giving the girl some false hope. I swing my arm, hit her ass hard and fast, hoping to get the final, luscious reaction. Hannah doesn’t dissapoint my thirst, however her moans sound more timid than lewd, more desperate than daring. Soon I leave her breath quick and loud every time I pause briefly to look at her profoundly reddening ass.
- Phlease-- uhhh...
- Huh? Knowing you, you could use something nice and stiff up your pussy at the moment.
Hannah only keeps swaying her hips forth and back.
- M-maybe I could… sir… - she snarls but can't stay sassy for too long. - Oww! ah-hah…
- Maybe?
She grunts in response when she feels two fingers sliding inside her with ease. She's as wet as I expected her to be.
- Hmm? - I push further and she arches back. Under the strength of sudden thrusting she leans forward the desk in front of her, facing my direction, her breasts pressed against the cold countertop once her arms fail to support her in maintaining her position.
- Ohh f-fuck…
Oh, how she moans now, her shock overlapping with awaited promise of fulfillment. I know I could make her cum easily if I continued. Instead, I wait until she gets into her rythm, a bit too eager to thrust back. I slow down and pull out my fingers. I spank her again, hand wet from her juices. She yelps, she mewls, she wriggles, she whines - and I just keep going.
- No-! ooh-- uh, no… ah! … ah! … pleaaa-se... hn- please- stop- …
I wish she would just admit her desperation. I wish she would give in, say she can’t take it anymore, beg me to stop and to take her. I hope I am giving her wet dreams. I hope whoever is the boy she might be seeing, she wishes it was me when they are about to fuck.
- Enough- ahh– my god… oww! - Hannah wails, unable to get away. I realise I got a little carried away.
- What did you say?
- I- I had enough… sir… please. Please? - she's out of breath, pressing her body against the backreast. This tone of her voice is rare. It's delightful.
- You’re still dripping wet, you little slut.
Hannah doesn’t know how to respond. She seems unsure, either of what I might decide to do with her now or of her own desires. I have a gut feeing though that one day she would gladly allow me to fuck her no matter if and why she was scared of that scenario.
I take a step forward, my profound dickprint just on Hannah’s eye level.
- I’ve got something for you.
The girl looks up at me, lifting herself to lean on her arms again. I rub my shaft through the fabric.
- Come on - I beckon. - Get on your knees like a good girl.
Hannah climbs down from the armchair and I make room for her before me. A sweaty, cock-hungry girl sits on her ankles, tucks back her hair and looks up. I unbuckle my trousers and unzip them, my erection standing up in my underwear. I catch a glimpse of Hannah smiling slightly at the sight; when I tug my underwear down, freeing my dick to bounce in front of her face, the smile morphs int an odd expression of triumph, embarrassment and forgetting oneself.
- I- um… woah… I don’t kno-
- Go on, Hannah. Suck it the best you can.
I can’t make up my mind, whether I wanted to simply violate her so I get off while she can not or am I too curious what the girl might do on her own.
She takes my throbbing cock into her small palm, smearing precum down. Then, she opens her mouth and starts her job from the tip, slowly bobbing her head so she can take me in further. The inside of her mouth is insanely hot; I feel myself running out of any patience left in my body. For a moment I let Hannah continue at her pace; soon with every slight thrust I make my way deeper and deeper into her mouth. When she's past the half of my length I'm done with being gentle. I don’t want her to just give me a blow job - I want to fuck her mouth good, so she knows what she's been missing. I can se her hands beging to wander across her own body. I grab Hannah's head, fist full of her hair, forcing her to look up.
- Don't you dare touching yourself - I grunt, holding her in place. She closes her eyes in silent agreement and humms into my dick. - I'll take my sweet time with you. Now, suck, little slut.
I am trying to be fast with my moves but at first they are jerky and terse. Hannah is no expert at swallowing cock – I can feel her trying not to gag. Yet, she gives into my treatment well. She sucks when I let her, gliding her tongue all the way down and up. She gags when I start driving my shaft in and out more recklessly, thrusting my hips in increasing rythm. I immerse myself into this flow, the sight and the soft noises she makes. She'd love that throbbing cock elsewhere, wouldn't she. When I'm close to the edge I make sure she won't get away the very last second. I shoot my cum inside Hannah's mouth and she tries her best to swallow; she makes a surprised sound when I pull out but not fully. She can breathe in now, with her mouth opened, catching every last drop from the tip. What a good girl.
After we come to our senses, the only sound in the room is heavy breathing, hers mixed with mine.
- I loved it - she whispers. - I... I would like to… - she starts but only finishes with a cryptic hand gesture.
- See you next Friday, then.
Hannah sighs and sulks. I can't tell how much of it is still a playfull act and how much she just tries to cover up her pretty real annoyance. After I pull my trousers up and buckle them back, I watch the girl as she finishes dressing up. I feel a little bewildered that I got my way with her the way I did.
Hannah sends me half a smile for a good bye and leaves the room quietly.
- I will give my report only when we are in the stock room - Hannah stated with an intent look on her face, standing in front of my desk. I simply noded to her statement and headed towards the back facilities of the clasroom in my care: my precious little office. After we silently walked through the door, I took a seat in the only armchair in the room while Hannah leaned against the old, wooden wardrobe on my right. I looked at her youtful face intently, waiting for the girl to speak up now we were in private.
- During this week… - she started, her inhale a little shaky, pausing before continuing. - I masturbated, a lot. Not on the weekend though, my family was home. I couldn’t wait for them to leave. My parents get back late, usually, so I had peace and quiet after coming back from school.
Hannah looks at me, urging unwavered gaze, however I can tell she is not as confident with her report as she would prefer to be. I gesture her to keep going.
- W-well… Monday, Tuesday, Wensday… I came every time.
- What were you using? - I ask quickly, maybe sounding a little stern, as I try not to give in too much into the imagery Hannah’s confession awoke. The girl, however, weights her silences carefully.
- … I have a dildo. A glass dildo, to be exact. Not very big but, you know…
- You’re a virgin, right?
She looks a little confused.
- It doesn’t hurt you? - I implore.
- Hah… no, no. I like it firm. It only gets a while to get used to it and… get it right. - she pauses. Fighting with herself, she looks at me almost with a resentment in her gaze. - You want to know what I was thinking about during… my time, right?
- Of course - I respond calmly while Hannah looks down before answering.
- I could have… hold back, you know. But it turned me on that I was violating a ‘rule’ you told me not to break. I thought about that I’ll tell you later how… how I rammed my pussy with no regrets, just because I can. Or, actually, because I can’t… It’s far more embarassing now though than it was in my head - she giggled nervously. Her arms corssed, her cheeks were flushed and she tried her best not to face me and not make it obvious at the same time. Inside, I knew she was burning.
I wanted her naked. I wanted her on her knees. I wanted her now. I exhaled, loudly. It could have looked like anger – and for a big part it was indeed anger of sorts.
- So what I’m getting here is that you were getting off to thinking that you are disobeying me, right?
- … Right.
Hannah's usual confidence was there no more. Hearing her bold statement being said by someone else might made her uneasy – especially said by that particular someone she disobeyed.
- And as you know and probably remember, disobeying comes with a price, right, Hannah?
- Yes.
- You like that price? Admit it. What’s in it for you?
- Um… heh…
Hannah stayed bold even in her silence.
- Undress.
- Excuse me?
- I don’t have time for that. Skirt down, we’ll talk then.
I saw for the first time a glimpse of true fear on Hannah’s pretty face. She obeyed my command, avoiding my gaze and trying not to hesitate. She started with the skirt - when it fell down and she removed it from her ankles, her bare bottom was exposed.
- Wearing no underwear today, Hannah? - I teased, although my tone was far for playful.
- Well, yes, as you can see…
I raise from my armchair before she finishes her snarky remark. That's when I catch another glimpse of fear crossing Hannah’s face. Still, now she looks me straight in the eye, standing straight in front of me, wearing her shirt properly buttoned up but completely naked below her waist, if we don't coun't the socks and the shoes.
- You went to the bathroom to remove it before approaching me?
- Um… yes. Yes, sir.
- You are such a fucking tease - I snarl. I grab her by the arm, turn her body around easily and push her against the wardrobe’s old wooden door she was leaning against just a moment earlier. She gasps loudly. I press my body against hers, my hard-on just between her buttcheeks. Now, this little minx knows for sure what’s the deal in this little game we've carelessly been playing.
- What's wrong with you? Is that what you’re after, huh? - I see she opens her mouth but says nothing. - I know you are. You come here every week in hopes I’ll finally pound the fuck out of you. - she wriggles against me as I push harder. I lean in to whisper into her ear. - And you know what? I’d love to, sure. But somehow I prefer watching you trying not to beg for it. Trying not to cry when I beat your ass instead.
Hannah shuts her eyes close, trying to stay steady but I can sense she is an inch away from becoming a trembling mess. Her body feels so warm and frail against mine; I can feel every breath she takes in. It turns me on and I am sure she can feel my arousal between her legs.
- There is so much I would do to you now, Hannah - I coo near her ear, securing both her arms behind her - but you’re just such a pathetic little brat.
I inhale her sweet smell and withdraw slowly. When I pull my lower body away from hers I notice Hannah’s wetness left a mark on my trouser’s fly.
I hear her exhaling in some kind of relief. I am still pinning her both arms behind her back - as I am able to do so with just one hand, the other one lands a few juicy smacks up Hannah’s bare ass. Her reaction is instant, unlike durng our previous encounters. Pressed against hard surface of the wardrobe, Hannah wriggles and gasps under my hits, although I'm not using even half of my strength. I don’t want her sore too soon, although I do want her pent up and hopelessly unsure of her fate, and only then – miserably sore.
I target right buttcheek and the left one by turns. Hannah works her legs, accidentally exposing her pussy for just mere seconds. Accidentally, just a few hits befall in between those impatient legs. She is exceptionally loud, even giving out whimpering cries (some sounding like “nn-o”), letting out all she had pent up until now.
- Keep it quiet, would you? - I scold her although I don’t mean it. I turn this usrprisinly lightweight body by force to face me again. I instantly release my grip on her and plop back into the armchair, almost as if nothing of importance happened. However as I keep my legs open I catch Hannah glancing down my crotch, despite the baffled look on her now red face. I remain seemingly composed, casually aiming just another question at the poor girl.
- So, a glass dildo, you said? It makes me wonder… Where the idea came from? Can you tell me?
- Oh - Hannah begins, caught off guard. It takes her a good moment to regain some composure - I… I was using my fingers for a while and … when I discovered I can put something up there… you know, I couldn’t just get a dildo right away, it being shipped to my house and all. So I figured… I could try with a- a hairbrush handle.
- Oh. And how was the brush?
- Pretty stiff - she laughs, tucking her hair back. - It hurt at first, yeah, but… it has those little ribs and all… it wasn’t too bad.
- I see - I nod in teasing approval. Hannah now is just the right mix of bold and embarrassed, such a pleasure to watch. - Now, Hannah, unbutton your shirt.
And when she does, of course, no bra is pressent underneath.
- I see… - I only murmur and proceed to relocate the armchair I was sitting in, so its back touches the rim of the desk. Hannah knows she ought to be naked: she removes her shirt completely without my mentioning. When she’s done and the armchair is in right place I take her by the arm, lead her forward and gently push her down onto the headrest. Her body resist; kneeling on the chair, she secures her weight by placing both palms flat on the desk’s wooden countertop, looking back at me, her face just a little higher than my crotch. Her position allows me a fine view of her braless, bouncy tits. I’ll make sure they will bounce. With a little luck, Hannah will lower herself flat onto the desk soon enough on her own.
- You worked pretty hard to get yourself into this position.
Hannah looks down. She knows what awaits her, still there is plenty of room for doubt left. I’m taking my time by strolling to her side slowly, taking the picture in. I am going to make sure the punishemnt suits her crime. For a moment I consider removing my belt and giving her the trashing she is waiting for. I realise, however, it’s the skin on skin contact, the unfiltered vent, that I am after the most. So I give it to Hannah, hard and unforgiving. One, two, three, four, five. She's breathing heavily from the start but now, again, she tries not to let herself go completely.
- Enjoying yourself, Hannah?
She stays silent to my teasing but as I am keeping a good pace on her butt, muffled sounds escape her more and more often. She sounds displeased, frustrated. I give her few seconds and start again: one, two, three… I know when to stop and when to start anew. After few series I hear hissing, increasing into whining. I am sure it stings good, yet her buttcheeks are just turning bright red.
- Do you care to remind me what was that you were fantasising about, when breaking the precept you agreed to? - I pause to try to start our conversation anew.
- Well… exactly that. Going against it. Breaking the rule - I can hear Hannah is not in the mood for chatting by the tone of her answer.
- Only that? Or maybe… - smack! … smack! … smack! … - the consequences?
- Uhhh… - Hannah sways back and forth in the seat she’s kneeling in. - Yes.
- Yes?
- Yes, sir.
- Yes what?
Hannah says nothing and bites her lower lip. Whatever she won't admit, I'll break it to her. I can she she tries her best not to scream. But how long she can hold her breath? Eventually, she will scream.
- Ah--! Owww…
Her “ow's” lengthen each time they occur. When Hannah runs out of breath for the first time I rest my palm on her buttcheek and squeeze it.
- Enjoy it, you stubborn brat. You've earned it.
I take a step back, maybe giving the girl some false hope. I swing my arm, hit her ass hard and fast, hoping to get the final, luscious reaction. Hannah doesn’t dissapoint my thirst, however her moans sound more timid than lewd, more desperate than daring. Soon I leave her breath quick and loud every time I pause briefly to look at her profoundly reddening ass.
- Phlease-- uhhh...
- Huh? Knowing you, you could use something nice and stiff up your pussy at the moment.
Hannah only keeps swaying her hips forth and back.
- M-maybe I could… sir… - she snarls but can't stay sassy for too long. - Oww! ah-hah…
- Maybe?
She grunts in response when she feels two fingers sliding inside her with ease. She's as wet as I expected her to be.
- Hmm? - I push further and she arches back. Under the strength of sudden thrusting she leans forward the desk in front of her, facing my direction, her breasts pressed against the cold countertop once her arms fail to support her in maintaining her position.
- Ohh f-fuck…
Oh, how she moans now, her shock overlapping with awaited promise of fulfillment. I know I could make her cum easily if I continued. Instead, I wait until she gets into her rythm, a bit too eager to thrust back. I slow down and pull out my fingers. I spank her again, hand wet from her juices. She yelps, she mewls, she wriggles, she whines - and I just keep going.
- No-! ooh-- uh, no… ah! … ah! … pleaaa-se... hn- please- stop- …
I wish she would just admit her desperation. I wish she would give in, say she can’t take it anymore, beg me to stop and to take her. I hope I am giving her wet dreams. I hope whoever is the boy she might be seeing, she wishes it was me when they are about to fuck.
- Enough- ahh– my god… oww! - Hannah wails, unable to get away. I realise I got a little carried away.
- What did you say?
- I- I had enough… sir… please. Please? - she's out of breath, pressing her body against the backreast. This tone of her voice is rare. It's delightful.
- You’re still dripping wet, you little slut.
Hannah doesn’t know how to respond. She seems unsure, either of what I might decide to do with her now or of her own desires. I have a gut feeing though that one day she would gladly allow me to fuck her no matter if and why she was scared of that scenario.
I take a step forward, my profound dickprint just on Hannah’s eye level.
- I’ve got something for you.
The girl looks up at me, lifting herself to lean on her arms again. I rub my shaft through the fabric.
- Come on - I beckon. - Get on your knees like a good girl.
Hannah climbs down from the armchair and I make room for her before me. A sweaty, cock-hungry girl sits on her ankles, tucks back her hair and looks up. I unbuckle my trousers and unzip them, my erection standing up in my underwear. I catch a glimpse of Hannah smiling slightly at the sight; when I tug my underwear down, freeing my dick to bounce in front of her face, the smile morphs int an odd expression of triumph, embarrassment and forgetting oneself.
- I- um… woah… I don’t kno-
- Go on, Hannah. Suck it the best you can.
I can’t make up my mind, whether I wanted to simply violate her so I get off while she can not or am I too curious what the girl might do on her own.
She takes my throbbing cock into her small palm, smearing precum down. Then, she opens her mouth and starts her job from the tip, slowly bobbing her head so she can take me in further. The inside of her mouth is insanely hot; I feel myself running out of any patience left in my body. For a moment I let Hannah continue at her pace; soon with every slight thrust I make my way deeper and deeper into her mouth. When she's past the half of my length I'm done with being gentle. I don’t want her to just give me a blow job - I want to fuck her mouth good, so she knows what she's been missing. I can se her hands beging to wander across her own body. I grab Hannah's head, fist full of her hair, forcing her to look up.
- Don't you dare touching yourself - I grunt, holding her in place. She closes her eyes in silent agreement and humms into my dick. - I'll take my sweet time with you. Now, suck, little slut.
I am trying to be fast with my moves but at first they are jerky and terse. Hannah is no expert at swallowing cock – I can feel her trying not to gag. Yet, she gives into my treatment well. She sucks when I let her, gliding her tongue all the way down and up. She gags when I start driving my shaft in and out more recklessly, thrusting my hips in increasing rythm. I immerse myself into this flow, the sight and the soft noises she makes. She'd love that throbbing cock elsewhere, wouldn't she. When I'm close to the edge I make sure she won't get away the very last second. I shoot my cum inside Hannah's mouth and she tries her best to swallow; she makes a surprised sound when I pull out but not fully. She can breathe in now, with her mouth opened, catching every last drop from the tip. What a good girl.
After we come to our senses, the only sound in the room is heavy breathing, hers mixed with mine.
- I loved it - she whispers. - I... I would like to… - she starts but only finishes with a cryptic hand gesture.
- See you next Friday, then.
Hannah sighs and sulks. I can't tell how much of it is still a playfull act and how much she just tries to cover up her pretty real annoyance. After I pull my trousers up and buckle them back, I watch the girl as she finishes dressing up. I feel a little bewildered that I got my way with her the way I did.
Hannah sends me half a smile for a good bye and leaves the room quietly.
Marisol
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