sakura
Warmth exploded through my pussy as Mr. Avery shoved me into his classroom and locked the door behind us. I wriggled out of his hold, turning around to face him and clutching my books to my chest—like this wasn’t what I had wanted.
After I put a couple of feet between us, he immediately closed the distance, slipped between my legs, and pressed me against his desk. He snaked his hand around my throat and forced me to look up at him.
“You skipped my class.”
I spread my legs a couple of inches wider, letting him nestle himself between them and grind his bulge against my pussy from underneath my skirt. He trailed his free hand up my sheer stockings until he reached my hip, bunching my skirt up by my waist.
With his dick pressed against my aching cunt, I couldn’t think of an appropriate response. All I could imagine was him inside me already, him pushing his fat cock between my wet pussy lips, filling me.
“I … I know,” I said.
Which wasn’t the answer he was looking for.
He growled and strummed his fingers up the column of my throat. “Why?”
Not knowing what to say to him—because I would not tell him that I had a gyno appointment to get an IUD stuck up my uterus for the next seven years—I shifted.
“M-Mr. Avery,” I whispered, “I … I’m just here to get the notes I missed during class.”
Chuckling darkly, Mr. Avery shook his head and lifted my chin. “You’re not here for your missed notes, Miss Sato. You’re here for your punishment for skipping today.” He dipped his other hand between my legs and cupped my pussy. “I can tell by how wet this pussy is for me.”
When he drew the tips of his fingers against my clit, over my panties and stockings, I gripped on to his shoulders and stared up at him, whining softly, “N-no. I’m not here for … for that.”
“Yes, you are.”
Spreading my legs even wider, I slid onto his desk and pushed my hips as close to the edge as possible, wanting and needing to feel his bulge against my entrance. He thrust it against me a couple of times, taunting me with it.
A whine escaped my mouth. “Please …”
He curled his lips into a devilish smirk. “Please what?”
I didn’t want to say it. I still couldn’t get past how wrong this was.
“Please what, Miss Sato?” he asked again, his fingers slowing down, threatening to stop completely.
“Please, punish me,” I whimpered.
He didn’t know how long I’d imagined him inside me. I hadn’t been able to get him out of my mind, to stop craving the feel of him inside me again. I had thrust a couple of fingers up into me, but nothing as big as him.
Nothing had ever felt as good as him either.
After sliding his hand further up my throat, he gripped my jaw and peered down at my lips. I clenched, the heat rushing to my core, and started moving my hips up and down against his bulge, desperate for him.
“Please,” I begged.
Before I could stop him, Mr. Avery twirled me around and bent me over his desk. Pressing himself against me from behind, he leaned over me and grabbed a notebook and pen from his desk, placing it in front of me.
“Write I will not skip Literature with Mr. Avery a hundred times.”
“Write it?” I repeated, wondering why he wasn’t giving me a different punish—
He slipped both hands underneath my skirt from behind, found the seam of my stockings between my legs, and tore a hole into them to give himself better access to me. Once he undid his belt, he pressed his head against my entrance.
“Start writing, Sakura,” he ordered.
Aching for him inside of me, I grabbed the pen, opened to a clean page, and wrote.
I will not skip Literature with Mr. Avery.
I will not skip Literature with Mr. Avery.
I will not skip Literature with—
My pen veered off the page in a squiggle as Mr. Avery plunged himself inside me. I tilted my head back and clenched around him, moaning out in pleasure. He slithered one hand around my waist and between my legs, finding my clit. He placed his other hand on the desk beside the notebook.
“Continue,” he growled.
I will not skip Literature with Mr. Avery.
I will not skip Literature with Mr. Avery.
He rubbed my clit through my stockings and thrust himself up into me over and over, driving me wild. After pushing some hair behind my shoulder, he dipped his head and sucked on the column of my neck.
“You feel your pussy tightening around me?” he murmured, steadying his thrusts.
Pulling out of me slowly, then filling me inch by inch.
Pulling out of me slowly, then filling me inch by inch.
Torture. Pure fucking torture.
I focused on the sheet of paper, writing as quickly as I could. He rubbed my clit faster, pushing me closer to the edge until I was about to tumble over it and come all over his cock. But then he stopped.
“You don’t get to come until you learn your lesson. Continue writing.”
When I started writing again, he pumped inside me faster than before, his thrusts erratic. I desperately tried to hold my pen steady, but the higher he pushed me, the harder and harder it was for me to write legibly.
I will not skip Literature with Mr. Avery.
I will not skip Literature with Mr. Avery.
I will not skip Literature with Mr.—
“Rewrite the last five,” he growled into my ear. “I can’t read them. And if I can’t read them, then you’re not learning a thing.”
Whimpering, I crossed out the last five sentences I had written and rewrote them, my handwriting only a tiny bit better. I could barely write a thing steadily with Mr. Avery grunting into my ear and pounding inside my pussy.
“P-please …” I whispered, brow furrowing. “I’m so close.”
“Then, you’d better start writing faster.”
“Mr. Avery …” I moaned.
“Write.”
I will not skip Literature with Mr. Avery.
I will not skip Literature with Mr. Avery.
I will not skip Literature with Mr. Avery.
As if he could feel my body tighten the way it had before I came undone, he rubbed my clit hard and fast. “Don’t you fucking come,” he growled. “I’m going to push you past your edge, and you’d better hold yourself together and finish writing.”
My pussy clamped down on his dick as I continued to write. Moments … I was damn moments away from coming. And he wanted me to hold myself together?! I placed a shaky hand on the notebook so it wouldn’t move with me and pressed my pen harder onto the page.
With his free hand, Mr. Avery seized my nipple and tugged. Hard.
I bit down on my lip so harshly that I drew blood, all to stop myself from coming.
I will not skip Literature with Mr. Avery.
I will not skip Literature with Mr. Avery.
I will not skip Literature with Mr. Avery.
“Don’t come,” he growled.
But the more he said that, the closer and closer I came to exploding around him.
“Don’t come.”
I clenched harder.
“Don’t come.”
“Mr. Avery!” I cried out, finishing the hundredth sentence. “Please! I learned my lesson!”
He continued pumping into me. “Don’t come.”
“No!” I wailed. “Please, I’ll do anything. Anything.”
“Anything, Miss Sato?”
“Yes,” I panted, fingertips turning white on the desk. “Anything.”
“You get to come around me on one condition,” he said, pumping into me. “After I come inside your cunt, you drop to your knees, stare up at me like the desperate little slut you are, and suck your juices off my cock.”
“I’ll do it! Now, please, can I—”
“Come for me, Sakura.”
I threw my head back and moaned louder, my entire body trembling. Ecstasy exploded through my pussy. I doubled over the desk as my core pulsed around his throbbing cock. He slammed into me one last time and came deep in my pussy.
When he pulled out, I dropped to my knees, stared up at my professor, and wrapped my lips around his dick. I bobbed my head back and forth desperately, trying to take all of him inside me. I needed to please him. Badly.
Once my lips met the base of his dick, I gargled on his cock and swallowed around him. A few last drops of salty cum rolled down the back of my throat. After I flicked my tongue across his balls, I pulled back and collapsed against the desk, chest rising and falling quickly.
“I … God, I want more.”
I scrambled to my feet, leaned against the desk, and gazed down at my creamed pussy. Needy. Desperate. Aching. Mr. Avery stepped closer to me, wiping the head of his dick against my pussy lips.
I shoved my hand between my legs and pushed all his cum back inside me.
Mr. Avery clenched his jaw and growled, “Only desperate little sluts would shove my cum back up into them like that.” He seized my wrist as I was about to pull my fingers out of me and pounded them inside, getting deeper and deeper. “You’re a bad girl, Sakura. A bad, bad girl.”
Pressure built up inside me again, my pussy tightening around him.
“My fingers are too small,” I whimpered. “They can’t push it up all the way.”
He grunted, “Fuck, you’re getting me hard again.”
“Please, push it up inside me,” I pleaded, pulling out my wet fingers and grabbing on to his hand, guiding it toward my entrance. “I need it deeper inside me—as a punishment for skipping your class, Mr. Avery.”
“Fuck,” he growled, the sound guttural. “I got something bigger for you.”
Instead of pushing his fingers inside me, he lined himself up to my entrance and plunged himself deep into my pussy. I clamped down on his dick and moaned out in pleasure, my legs trembling.
“Push it deeper inside me, Mr. Avery!” I moaned. “Please! Deeper!”
He gripped my waist and pounded himself into me, pushing his cum deeper until he nearly reached my cervix. Leaning down, he buried his face into the crook of my neck and gently sucked on my sensitive skin.
I wrapped my arms around the backs of my knees, holding my trembling legs apart so he could get as deep as he possibly could, pounding his cum deeper inside me with his throbbing cock.
“You’re the sexiest fucking thing I’ve laid my eyes on,” he murmured into my shoulder.
Clenching, I tilted my head back and whimpered, “Harder. Fuck me harder.”
After wrapping his arms around my body, he pulled me into the air. Biceps rippling against me, he lifted and dropped me on his cock over and over. I wrapped my arms around him, sank my fingernails into his shoulders through his shirt, and dragged them down his back.
He growled against my collarbone, “Harder.”
I scratched his back harder and tugged on his hair with my free hand, pulling his head back so he stared up at me. “Please,” I whimpered. “Come inside me again, Mr. Avery. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since last night.”
“Promise me you won’t miss another one of my classes.”
“I-I promise!”
One last time, he slammed himself up into me and groaned in pleasure. I exploded around him, wave after wave rushing through my body and making me tingle all over. My juices drenched his dick.