Sarah's Submission: Ch 03 - Bad Girls Get Punished free porn video

She woke up on Friday sore from head to toe. The strenuous sexual activities left her muscles tight and her pussy aching. But the worst had to be her ass. She almost jumped when she tried to sit on the toilet to pee. There weren’t any visible bruises, but her ass had never felt so tender to the touch.

School droned on but she found it hard to concentrate. Every time she closed her eyes, she went back to that first orgasm. It was mind altering. The way her whole body convulsed and that extreme wave of pleasure. Each time she thought of it, she got a shiver and her nipples got hard. And they ached too from the rough treatment the night before. She found herself trying to discretely rub them all day.

But mostly she thought about her predicament. She didn’t know what to call it. It didn’t seem like blackmail or coercion since she had been the one to offer herself instead of him demanding sex. But he scared her so badly with the threat of a felony, that she would have done anything. The more she thought about it, it probably wouldn’t have been a felony. Maybe only a misdemeanor. But she panicked and he took advantage of that. So she felt like he had to be guilty of something.

Now he had videos of her acting like a prostitute. Begging to be a prostitute in fact. And so many of her performing sex acts. No matter what now, she could be humiliated if she stepped out of line. Or maybe even arrested for being a whore! And with her birthday behind her, she couldn’t claim he had taken advantage of someone underage. She was an ‘adult’ now. She felt totally screwed. “There has to be some way to get out of this,” continued to rattle around in her head.

She stewed with these thoughts all day, and desperately wanted to talk to Jenny about all of this and get her opinion, hoping she might have some suggestions. But she had promised to not talk to anyone. “And if he found out….,” lingering in her head. She shook her head knowing she didn’t want to find out what the punishment would be if he caught her. And nothing seemed to escape his attention.

By the weekend, she grew more and more determined to try to get some control back in her life. On Sunday, she opened her phone and changed the passcode to 1029. Her sister’s birthday. She would at least make sure Mr. Michaels couldn’t get back into her phone. She also decided she would try to talk to Jenny after lunch on Monday. They both had a study hall together, so she would be able to pull her to the side and tell her what had happened and see if she had any ideas on what to do.

She sent a text to Jenny, “Can you meet me during study hall tomorrow outside the library? I have something I want to talk to you about. Something private.” She got a quick response agreeing. She felt better having taken some steps to fix her situation. Feeling a sense of control let her breath deep for the first time since Thursday night.

When she got up in the morning after a sorely needed restful night sleep, she quickly got ready for school. She grabbed her phone to check for messages and the phone wouldn’t unlock. She tried again with the new number, but it still stayed locked. “That’s weird,” she thought to herself.

She stared at the lock screen trying to figure out what to do. She tried the old number, 0514, and it opened. “What happened? Did the code change not work?” she thought with a furrowed brow. She saw a new text from a number she didn’t recognize and read, “Don’t try to change your code again.” Her eyes sprung wide open. “Oh fuck!” she thought. She had no question who had sent the text. His demand for her code suddenly made sense.

Another text popped up. “Delete every text from me as soon as you have read it.” She read it again. For just a second she considered trying to save them as some sort of evidence, but quickly realized the flaw in her reasoning. He obviously had access to her phone and he would be able to check next time they were together. She took a screenshot and deleted the two texts. She would save it off to her computer later.

Her blood went cold when a new text popped up. “QUIT FUCKING AROUND! No screenshots. No changing your code. AND NO TALKING TO JENNY!” He hadn’t just looked at her phone while they were together. He somehow set it up so he could watch everything she did!

“Oh fuck of fuck OH FUCK!” exploded in her head. She started hyperventilating and felt sick knowing instantly that she was totally screwed. She dropped the phone and shook. How could she be so stupid?!

She sat on her bed until she calmed down. He’d be pissed and would spank the shit out of her. She had broken the rules and he knew. He’d be furious. She winced at just the thought of being spanked like that again.

Her phone beeped again. Another text. She gingerly reached out and retrieved the phone. “You brought this on, remember that.” What did that mean? Nothing else followed. She deleted the text. She finished getting ready and headed down for a quick breakfast before heading out to school. She couldn’t concentrate on anything the teachers said during her first couple of classes. She chewed her fingernail trying to figure out what that last text meant. Was she in for something more than just a spanking?

During her math class, she felt her phone vibrate and knew she had a new text. She raised her hand and asked to go to the bathroom. Once in the stall she pulled out her phone. She had a text from Conner Redmann. “What the hell? Conner? What could he want?” Conner was a football player. Very cocky. Definitely an asshole. He had hit on her before, but she always shut him down. He loved to brag about all of the girls he had fucked and fucked over. Everyone knew. She and Jenny had many conversations about what a dick he could be and how obnoxious and pathetic his flirtations were.

His text read, “Holy shit! You are hot as fuck! Absolutely let’s get together. Just tell me when!” It didn’t make sense and she felt confused. She scrolled up and her face broke out in a cold sweat.

The text string started with a text FROM HER to him, “Hey Conner. This is Sarah. I’ve been thinking about you. Thinking about you a lot. Do you think we could get together sometime soon?” Following that were two pictures. A close up of her tits. Not her face, just her tits with her nipples fully erect. The second featured her ass. A little from the side with her legs crossed enough that you could just see the edge of her pussy lip between her two perfect round ass cheeks. Again, without her face, it didn’t clearly identify the picture as her body. But she knew. She had zero doubt in her mind.

Another text followed saying, “I promise to make it worth your while. Just make sure to bring a condom! :)” While she watched, she saw another text being sent from her phone to him asking, “Can you meet me on Wednesday right after school at my house? The house should be empty for an hour or so.” She realized the conversation was happening in real time. Mr. Michaels had been sending the texts from her phone somehow.

“I have football practice right after school,” came his answer.

A few seconds later ‘she’ replied, “Wellll, you will have to decide if you want to skip it. But I really want to suck your dick.” Sarah’s hand shook and tears welled up in her eyes. Her punishment wouldn’t be a spanking. She would have to suck Conner’s dick and fuck him. Mr. Michaels had set it up and she would have no choice but to go through with it. Plus, those pictures would be all over school in no time. You couldn’t necessarily tell it was her, but he would show everyone the pictures and tell them she had sent them. And call HER a giant slut that had come onto HIM!

She sat there dejected feeling lost. A text dinged from Mr. Michaels to her. “You are going to fuck him. You are going to give him a blow job. You are not allowed to cum. Come by my house after school. I have something for you, and I will give your further instructions.” And another that quickly followed, “and DO NOT talk to Jenny about me. You can tell her that you want to try something slutty so you are going to fuck Conner. That is all.”

She deleted the texts from him while she cried silently. She had fucked up. He knew and now she had to pay. She might as well be a prostitute given she would have to fuck a guy she didn’t want to sex with. She took a deep breath, cleaned her face and headed back to class.

She did meet Jenny at their planned location. She had resolved herself to buying into the situation or people would ask questions. Questions she couldn’t answer about the man that now controlled her life. She told Jenny about the texts that ‘she’ had sent to Conner. Jenny just stared at her speechless for a minute. “Why in the world would you want to have sex with CONNER of all people? We hate Conner,” she insisted.

“I know, but it is my senior year. I decided I want to have a little fun and try something new. Maybe try to be a little slutty and see if it gets me more dates,” she offered tentatively.

“Oh, it will get you dates, no doubt. You’ll be the talk of the school. Every guy will be lining up to get some.” Jenny shook her head. “I don’t know what you are thinking. This is a mistake. This isn’t you, Sarah.” She continued to plead with Sarah to stop this and call it off for ten minutes.

Sarah stayed resolute and told her she wanted to try it. That maybe the sex would be more exciting than what she had experienced so far. “If only Jenny knew about Mr. Michaels,” Sarah thought to herself. Jenny and Sarah had often discussed their sexual experiences. Jenny’s had been better than hers, but both agreed that sex in general had turned out to be somewhat disappointing.

“This is just so extreme Sarah. I hope you know what you are getting yourself into,” she insisted.

The rest of the day went by at a snail’s pace. The thought of facing Mr. Michaels terrified her. Surely, he would tan her ass. Hard. Or yell at her. Or just call the whole thing off and turn her in. Or even come up with something worse that she couldn’t imagine. All of those possibilities rolled through her head during the rest of her classes.

She headed right over to Mr. Michaels after school. His frown and rigid demeanor frightened her, but he didn’t yell as she walked in. She felt like a 6-year-old girl that had misbehaved in front of her father. As soon as they got into the den, she turned and pleaded, “I’m sorry sir. I’m SO SO sorry. Please don’t make me do this.” She startled and added, “Sir!”.

Mr. Michaels didn’t respond and just stared at her. She shrunk and couldn’t look him in the eye. “You will do this. It is your punishment for not following the rules. You will always be punished if you try to cross me. Remember that. That is unless you prefer to quit now and take this to the authorities. It’s your decision.”

Sarah felt crestfallen and sighed. She really didn’t want to fuck Conner, but the thought of totally fucking up her life seemed so much worse. She didn’t respond and just looked up at him. Her silence gave him her answer.

He nodded. “Okay. Enough bullshit. Get those pants off and bend over the arm of the couch.”

She hesitated, but only for a second. She pulled down her jeans and underwear and stepped out of them and bent over the arm of the couch. He shoved her legs wide apart with his foot and then reached down between her legs to her pussy. He spat in his hand and rubbed the saliva all over her pussy. As he massaged her pussy in wide circles, she couldn’t help but let out a low guttural groan. He spent a couple of minutes lightly playing with her clit and her pussy rippling with a tingling quiver.

Without much other fanfare, he dropped his shorts and underwear and rubbed the head of his cock over her entrance a few times before sliding into her. That full feeling returned and within a minute he started pumping her hard and deep. No playing today. No ramp up. Just some hard thrusting over and over.

He kept it up for five minutes, varying the speed and sometimes grinding from side to side. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her body back into hm, forcing his cock all the way to the back of her pussy as he ground against her cervix. It felt wonderful and Sarah’s body responded to the hard fucking opening up to him fully. She could feel a new orgasm building as her clit throbbed from being slapped by his balls.

He stopped and stood her up. He pulled her shirt and bra straight up over her head roughly then turned her toward him and pushed her back to sit on the arm of the couch. He lifted one knee and deftly returned his dick back into her well lubricated cunt with a single thrust. Her pussy lips already felt swollen. He kissed her and pushed her back. Being bent backward and having to balance made it awkward. He pounded into her relentlessly.

He leaned forward enough to squeeze and massage both of her tits at the same time. He started pulling on her nipples, stretching her tits as far as they would go and then rolling them between his finger and thumb. He leaned forward more and squeezed one breast to a point and sucked her left nipple fully into his mouth while twirling the right even harder. She loved how much he always fondled her tits. His pelvis never stopped driving into her in short strokes.

The rough treatment sent her over the edge very quickly and she started cumming with a rising moan of pure pleasure. Her lower half started shaking and her leg jerked. “Tell me your cumming! I always want you to tell me when you’re cumming!” he ordered.

She threw her head back and yelled, “Yes, I’m cumming. Oh my god it….is….strong….” She bit her lip and panted. With that, Mr. Michaels groaned loudly, ground his dick in a circle in her pussy while his pelvic bone rubbed directly on her clit. Then in one quick motion, he pulled his dick out stroked it twice and unloaded a torrent of hot goo all over her stomach and tits. It splattered forward in five or six long spurts. Gobs and sprinkles of cum were all over her. He kept stoking until the last drop finally fell right onto her triangle of pussy hair. He let out a long breath and satisfied sigh.

He just looked down and stared at her for a long minute with his cock slowly receding. Sarah felt euphoric. For a girl that rarely climaxed during intercourse, she had become quite the orgasm slut. She had never felt so cum drunk before. She smiled looking up at him standing over her.

The moment was broken when Mr. Michaels frowned and said expectantly, “Well?” Sarah started, instantly on edge.

“Thank you, sir?” she answered meekly. “What did he want? Did she forget something?” she fretted anxiously.

He pointed to her stomach. “Clean yourself up. Eat it. Get all of it.”

His demand stunned her. She had never had someone ‘blow his load’ on her. And now he expected her to scoop it off her body and eat it? She hesitantly reached down and ran two figures through several gobs of the goo and brought it to her lips. Salty and a little nutty with that slimy texture. After swallowing two loads the first night, she had gotten more used to it, but still didn’t like the taste. And the texture made it a little unsettling.

She started running her figures over her stomach getting more of his cum in her mouth, moving quicker with each stroke. She definitely preferred it warm over cold, and it cooled off quickly. She had it all over her tits too making it harder to see. She just started using long scooping strokes all over. It took three or four minutes before she felt confident she got it all. He seemed pleased enough with her efforts.

“That’s better. Good girl. You will always eat my cum, understood?”

“Yes sir. I understand.” He helped her stand back up, lifting her easily. Standing next to him, she realized how small she must look compared to him. He was solidly built and muscular. His biceps were thick and even his forearms were pronounced. She thought he could lift her completely with one arm.

“Get dressed.” He pulled his shorts back on and went over to a box sitting on the coffee table. He pulled out a couple of items. As they sat down on the couch turned toward each other, he handed them to her. They were two identical small digital clocks. She waited for an explanation without saying anything.

“I want you to take these home and put one in your room and the other in your bathroom. Plug them in and set the time. The each have a small hidden camera. Make sure the one in your bedroom is on the dresser facing the bed. That should be the right height based on the pictures I saw. What is your wi-fi password at home?” he asked while looking at his phone.

That was a lot of information for her to process. Cameras in her room? She pulled out her phone and looked up the password. She had it stored in her contacts and showed him.

“Good. We will get those set up and when Conner comes over on Wednesday, you will fuck him in your bed in front of the camera. He is not to know it is there. He can fuck you, WITH A RUBBER don’t forget, and you will give him a blowjob. He is not allowed to eat your pussy. If he tries, make an excuse, or tell him that you don’t like it. But I doubt he will try. And same rule applies for him as me. You swallow all of his cum. Any cum that you don’t swallow, you clean up. Even if that means getting down on the floor and licking it up! Understood?” he said firmly.

His directions flabbergasted her. She couldn’t believe what he expected her to do. In her wildest dreams, she never would have thought she would be in this position. She eventually stammered, “I understand sir. I’ll do my best.”

“And you don’t get to cum. I don’t care what you have to do to prevent it, but you don’t cum. Only him. Twice. Once from fucking and once from blowing. That’s your punishment for trying to defy me.” He waited for any questions, but Sarah couldn’t form any. “Okay, off you go. I have lots of plans for Thursday, so be here promptly at 6:30. Now kiss me and get going.”

Sarah stood with her two clocks and bent down to him to give him a kiss. He held her head and his tongue danced in her mouth. The passion and tenderness of it surprised her. She left and headed home.

Once home, she cleared off spaces for each of the clocks and plugged them in and set the times. She started to head downstairs but stopped when she heard her phone ping with a new text. “Move the one on the dresser two inches forward and turn it a little to the right.” She did as instructed and got a thumbs up. “Now the one in the bathroom, move it to the other side and point it a little more toward the shower.” Once done she got a second thumbs up.

Clearly, he had these set up through their wi-fi system and he could see them on his phone or computer. Her privacy had just been erased. He would be able to watch her in her room anytime he wanted.

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Wednesday came around and Sarah agonized nervously. Conner had continued to send her texts to make sure they were still on, and he had approached her several times in class or at her locker. His arrogance pissed her off, but she kept it to herself. At one point, he said he couldn’t wait to show her what a real man could do. He teased her and even called her ‘cute slut’ a couple of times. She just smiled and tried to pretend that his ‘seduction’ had worked, and she couldn’t wait.

He had clearly told everyone about their planned rendezvous as well. Other guys were hitting on her and she had gotten about a dozen texts. A few were nice and seemed to be genuine inquiries as to whether or not she would want to go on a date. She stayed non-committal but responded to them. Several were just plain lude. Todd Beckmann had been the worst. He just came right out and said he wanted a ‘piece’ of her sweet ass next. He almost demanded it. She didn’t respond to his many texts. He even sent a dick pic. Shocked at first, Sarah eventually laughed because his dick looked like a child’s dick compared to Mr. Michaels. Maybe 4”-5” and skinny. Also uncircumcised.

Jenny remained beside herself. She told Sarah that everyone had been calling her slut and that rumors started flying that she had fucked half the boys in class. Sarah couldn’t believe how quickly the news traveled. Jenny begged Sarah to reconsider again. “Just tell him you changed your mind.” Sarah brushed it off and told her not to worry and that she had everything under control. But she knew she didn’t. Things were getting out of hand.

When the last bell rang, Sarah found Conner waiting at her locker. “Ready to go? You’re not going to chicken out are you,” he pleaded like a boy about to have his candy taken away. Sarah could see he already had a bulge in his pants.

“Absolutely not. Let’s go. And remember, we only have about an hour or so,” she reminded. “Did you remember a condom?” Conner pointed to his pocket and smiled. As they started walking out, she sent a quick text to Mr. Michaels, “On our way home now.” And she quickly deleted it as soon as it had sent.

Conner followed Sarah home in his own car, a blue dodge charger. Only a couple of years old and the perfect car for a boy his age. He loved his car more than anything else and talked about it all the time. He parked on the street and ran to catch up with Sarah. She thought he looked like an anxious little puppy.

“Do you want anything to drink?” she asked after they had gone inside and dropped their book bags.

“Do you have any beer?” he responded. She smiled but knew she would be getting in trouble for drinking her dad’s beer on top of everything else. She got him one and he took a big swig. She got herself a coke and headed for the stairs with him following close on her heels.

Once in her room she didn’t know for sure how to start. She set down her drink. Conner just stood there. Despite his bravado, she could sense his nervousness and knew she would have to take the lead. She grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head in one quick motion and threw it to the side. Conner came over to her and started grabbing at her tits. His hands felt clumsy, and he just squeezed them hard.

Conscious that she needed to make sure they were ‘on camera’, she pushed him over to the foot of the bed, so they faced each other directly in front of the clock. She turned toward him and reached behind her to undo the clasp of her bra. She let it fall off and threw it to the side with her shirt. She put her hands on her hips and looked at him with a waiting expression.

“Damn girl, I guess you really weren’t just being a cock tease. I bet Sam this was all just some put up job. Trying to give me blue balls or something. Those are some nice titties!” he exclaimed with a smile from from ear to ear.

“No tease. I want to fuck and then I’m going to blow you. Your turn. Get those clothes off,” she commanded as she pointed at him.

Conner barely hesitated and his clothes came off in under ten seconds. He stood there in nothing but his socks and started to climb on the bed. Sarah put up a hand and stopped him, “Socks too. And don’t forget the condom. No glove no love. Hurry up!” she said as she sat down and peeled off her jeans and pulled down her underwear. Maybe she really was a slut. She liked bossing him around and so far, this had been easier than she had expected.

Conner retrieved the condom from his jeans. He actually had two that he put them on the bed as he climbed on. He reached out and started rubbing her tits again while kissing her. His lips were thin and dry and his tongue darted in and out of her mouth like he needed to snake a drain. But she enjoyed his pawing at her breasts. Her pussy started getting wet. He leaned down and bit her nipple. He bit way too hard for her liking, but she didn’t complain.

She laid back and spread her legs. His fingers found her pussy and he started jamming first one and then two fingers into her with none of the skill that Mr. Michaels possessed. He thrust them in and out without hitting her g-spot, and she wondered if he thought he had found her clit but only ended up rubbing her clit hood above it. He wouldn’t be able to get her off that way. She thought about trying to correct the situation and teaching him, but then remembered she had been told she didn’t have permission to cum anyway, so let him continue to be ineffective while moaning and goading him on.

She reached down and stroked his pretty well-endowed manhood. He leaked pre-cum everywhere like a broken hose. She rubbed it around the head and then started stroking his cock head harder. He moaned and shuddered almost immediately. Sarah stopped for fear of him cumming too quickly not wanting to have to lick it all up off the sheets. “Get the condom,” she demanded.

He pulled off her and retrieved one of the condoms. She took it from his hands and opened it. With one hand on his cock, she used the other to roll it into place. Then she laid back, taking just a quick peek to make sure they were still centered for the camera. She spread her legs wide. “I’m ready for you stud,” she said trying to sound seductive.

He needed no further encouragement. He got between her legs and rubbed his dick up and down her juicy slit. He pushed himself into her and Sarah let out a deep breath. He felt good. He started moving in and out and thrusting his hips. His rhythm seemed haphazard, but she had to admit, she started getting hot. He sucked on her tits doing a better job than earlier, suckling and teasing her nipples while rolling his tongue around in circles. Always her Achilles heel, she threw her head back and moaned deeply, which only worked to encourage Conner to pick up the speed and slamming into her faster.

She bit her lip and clutched the sheets. An orgasm welled up inside her. Warmth radiated out from her pussy. He pushed all the way in and ground against her clit. And then he sucked hard on her nipple. “Oh shit,” she thought. “No, no, no, nooooo,” she moaned out loud. Conner took that as more encouragement and redoubled his efforts, fucking her pussy faster still. She started to lose control. She did everything she could to stop her body, but it betrayed her. She fell past the point of no return and screamed “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”

Hearing her sent Conner over the edge. He pushed in deep one more time and held it while his balls unloaded. He grunted and clenched his ass tight. Sarah put her arms around him as she felt his body shudder two or three more times. She couldn’t help but cry a little knowing that she had fucked up again.

Mr. Michaels had been very clear that she shouldn’t cum, but she couldn’t stop herself and there would be no lying about it. She couldn’t pretend it had been an act. Mr. Michaels had turned her into a cum whore. Her body only had one response now to sex – powerful orgasms. Conner had collapsed on top of her and had his face down against the bed. She reached up and wiped her eyes so he wouldn’t see the tears.

“Wow. That was awesome. Who knew you were such a hot slut?” he teased. She smiled back, but his comment completely turned her off like a switch. Such a neanderthal. She pushed him up to a kneeling position. His cock had started to shrink and the full condom threatened to fall off. She grabbed it and tried to get as much cum off his dick as she could before taking the condom completely off.

While still holding the condom in one hand being careful not to spill, she pushed him back onto his back. She took his cock in the other hand and quickly popped it in her mouth sucking every remaining bit of cum off of him. She had to use her tongue to lick around the base and his balls to finish the job.

“Holy cow. What the hell was that? Do you like jizz that much?!” he laughed and threw his head back at his hysterical joke.

“Just you wait,” she said as she winked at him and then bounced off the bed and headed to the bathroom. She held the full condom up in front of the camera with a little smile and used her other hand to present it like Vanna White. She dropped the condom into the toilet and headed back to the room.

When she got back from the bathroom, she found Conner busy putting his clothes back on. “What are you doing?” she asked with a tinge of panic and irritation.

“I’m gonna get going. Maybe I can still make the second half of practice.”

“Oh no you don’t. I’m not done with you yet,” she responded as she came around the bed and started pulling his pants back off. She stripped off his underwear again and then pushed him back on the bed. She retrieved his beer and handed it to him. “You just sit back and I’m going to give you the best blowjob you’ve ever had.”

Conner looked shocked. He started to protest but thought better of it. He took a big drink of his beer draining half of the remainder and leaned back against the head of the bed and stretched out with his other arm supporting his head. “If you insist,” he said with a smirk.

While still standing beside the bed, Sarah reached down and started stoking his flaccid cock. She reached forward and popped it in her mouth. Conner’s confident smirk turned into stunned joy. He didn’t really expect Sarah to jump to this so quickly, convinced she had more bark than bite. Sarah knew that she surprised him by being a much more aggressive cock whore than he could have imagined.

Sarah pulled on his dick with her mouth, sucking hard to keep it all in. With it still flaccid, she could easily get all of the slinky rope in her mouth. Her other hand went to his balls and she started cupping and fondling them. Despite having just cum, Conner’s 18-year-old libido took over. Coupled with the hot bitch attacking his cock, the blood started to flow making his dick grow slowly. He moaned again as her head continued to bob up and down on his meat. Within minutes, his hardon had returned fully.

She never stopped fondling his balls, but now she stroked the base of his cock with her other hand. She noticed that since his dick wasn’t as big as Mr. Michaels, she could get enough of his dick into her mouth that her lips reached her hand without gagging. But with him still sitting up, the angle proved a little difficult and she worried that if any cum dripped, it would fall down over his balls and onto the bed, so she pulled her mouth off his cock without stopping with her hands.

“Move down the bed so you are laying down,” she commanded, and they worked together to inch their way down until he could lay flat. “Now open your legs more.” He seemed only too happy to obey. She knew he had always thought her to be a mousey little prude, and she felt determined to show him how wrong he had been. She never stopped stroking him. He groaned and Sarah felt his balls tighten. She went back to sucking and bobbing. She felt him grab the sheets and roll his hips up.

“I’m going to blow,” he warned. He started breathing in gasps and his muscles tightened further. He tapped her head, but she just kept at it. Finally, when he couldn’t hold off any longer, he grunted and he let go with everything he had. His cock sprayed cum into her mouth like a geyser. With how hard the goo hit the back of her throat, she felt sure that if she had pulled her mouth off his dick, he probably would have hit the ceiling.

Jets of liquid exploded out of him. His hips involuntarily thrust up enough that it made Sarah choke and gag. Her mouthful of boy cream spilled all over his stomach and cock. She choked several times. “I’m sorry Sarah. I didn’t mean to do that. I just couldn’t stop,” Conner protested with very uncharacteristic concern.

Sarah put up her hand toward his face to stop him. She caught her breath and coughed again feeling cum aspirate into her nasal cavity and burn. She swallowed the remnants still in her mouth and calmed her breathing Then to Conner’s complete surprise, she stuck out her tongue and started licking all sides of his dick. She moved down to the pool of spunk on his stomach and started with long licks getting it all up.

A big pool had formed in his bellybutton and she clamped her mouth over it and sucked it up. Surveying her work to make sure she hadn’t left anything, she finally let him go and stood all the way up. Her back muscled screamed and she arched her back trying to stretch them with a groan. She smiled down at Conner’s wide eyes and open mouth of amazement.

Conner didn’t move. When he found his voice he said, “I’ve only seen shit like that in movies!”

“I aim to please. Okay, now we have to stop. My mom will be home before long.”

“Sure, sure,” said Conner. He started dressing again. “When can we do this again? That was unbelievable. Do you wanna, you know, go out on Friday or something? Maybe grab a burger? And then we can fuck again after.”

“What a gentleman,” Sarah thought to herself with an internal chuckle. “I don’t know. I’ll have to see. I might already have a date and I might have to babysit. I’ll let you know,” she answered.

“Okay. Yeah, great. Let me know. That was the best fuck and the best blow job of my life. You are really something,” he said, like he had just bestowed the biggest compliment he could. “I definitely want to see you again,” he stated while finishing dressing. Sarah didn’t bother to put on any clothes which also left Conner slack jawed. She didn’t even try to cover up and just stood there naked.

Sudden inspiration hit her, and she added, “But if we are ever going to see one another again and if you ever want another blowjob, then I want a promise from you.”

“Yeah…what?” Conner asked hesitantly.

“You keep this to yourself. STOP showing the pictures I sent you around. And don’t lie, I know you did. But if this comes back to me that you tell anyone, and I mean ANYONE, about this, then this is the last time we ever have sex. The last time I suck that big beautiful cock of yours. Do you understand me?” she said sternly like a mother talking to a misbehaving brat.

“Ahh okay, yay, sure. I understand,” he said with a smile.

“I don’t think you believe I am serious. But I am serious. Any talking at all and that is the last blowjob you ever get from me.” Conner’s smile faded. Sarah saw the threat start to penetrate the granite between his ears.

“Okay, I understand Sarah. I’ll keep it to myself. Promise.” He seemed instantly deflated. She knew he would have to do some double talking with his friends to keep this promise. He had bragged to everyone. But she didn’t care how he did it. She just wanted it done.

“Good boy. You get going now. Let yourself out.” Holy shit. Did she just say ‘good boy’ and dismiss him? Mr. Michaels had rubbed off on her.

Conner leaned in and gave her a quick kiss and headed out the door. She stood there until she heard the front door open and close. With that, she put her hands on her hips and turned to face her clock. She laughed and gave a little bow. She felt sure Mr. Michaels would be pleased by the show he had orchestrated.

She headed to the shower to get cleaned up. She figured as a cherry on the top, she would give Mr. Michaels a show while she masturbated in the shower. But as she stepped into the streaming water, she remembered she had broken another rule. She had cum while fucking Conner and knew there would be hell to pay.

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