sakura
Fuck! I am going to be late to class!
The next day, I hurried into a restroom stall, slammed the door shut, and pulled out the dildo from my backpack that I had bought last night. No way in hell would I put that thing inside me during Literature, so I had to do it now and try to walk normally into class.
Yanking up my skirt a few inches, I squatted down and placed the head against my entrance. After pushing on it and failing to shove it inside me, I wiped off some sweat from my forehead and let a wad of my spit fall onto the rubbery head of the dildo.
If anyone found out about this, I’d go straight to hell.
Right before I tried sliding it into me again, my phone buzzed. A text from Mr. Avery.
Callan: Don’t be late, Sakura.
“Fuck,” I whisper-yelled to myself, moving the head of the dildo back and forth against my entrance to wet it. After a moment, I stopped and slowly slid the first inch into me at this awkward-as-hell angle.
Once I forced myself to relax, I slid another inch inside myself and whimpered. How the hell would I do this the entire class? There was no way I’d be able to walk straight, never mind think clearly during Callan’s class.
After sliding the rest of it up inside me, I pressed my thighs together and clenched so it wouldn’t fall out of me while I walked down the hallway. The bell rang throughout the halls, and I cursed at myself.
I zipped up my backpack and scurried out of the restroom, limping so stupidly to Callan’s class. I couldn’t believe that I was actually doing this, but I had spent the money buying that toy, and I wanted to tease him today. After that kiss last night … I’d do anything for him.
The halls were empty, and I squeezed my eyes shut when I reached his door.
God, I am going to hell.
When I pushed the door open, every single student looked over at me. Callan sat at his desk, lips curled into a small smirk.
“Sakura, you finally decided to join us,” he taunted. “Why don’t you have a seat?”
“Y-yes,” I whispered. “Sorry for being late.”
Trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, I scurried to my desk with my legs pressed tightly together. Mr. Avery’s smirk widened even more.
“Are you okay?” he asked. “It looks like you’re limping.”
Once I finally collapsed into my seat, I cut my glare to him. “Just a pulled muscle.”
Callan hummed to himself and dropped his gaze briefly to my skirt. I sucked in a breath and hoped nobody was watching, especially Gunther, as I pulled the fabric a couple of inches up my thighs to give him a better view.
I wanted him to see what I would do for him, how far I’d actually go.
No stockings. No panties. Just as he had asked.
After drawing his tongue across his teeth, he clenched his jaw and tore his gaze away to address the class. But by the way he kept taking peeks over at me, he had seen everything. He enjoyed it. He wanted more.
So, I curled my feet around the legs of my chair, spreading my legs wider.
He kept his gaze focused on the class and gulped. Hard.
I pulled my skirt up another inch. I’d bet his cock was throbbing inside his suit pants, bulging against the material. That was why he wasn’t standing up in front of the class to teach, like he usually did.
Wetness pooled between my legs, and I clenched hard around the toy.
“Finish up the chapter,” Callan started. “You have an essay due next Friday on the material. You can”—he dropped his gaze to my pussy, eyes lingering longer than they should’ve—“start working on it today. No partners. Work in silence.”
My eyes widened. Silence?!
Today, I’d expected that he’d teach class and be up front, his booming voice muffling the sounds of my wet pussy stuffed with this toy. If we were all silent …
Damn it. I could already start to feel the toy slipping out of me.
I clenched harder to keep it still, but my pussy was too wet.
So, I opened my computer and hoped to distract myself.
An text popped up on my screen.
Callan: Having some trouble, Miss Sato?
Another inch slipped out, and I tightened even harder. I stared at the text, then peered up at him. This class was going to be way too long. Even if I tried to readjust it, someone might see. I either had to take a chance or … risk it falling out.
When I went to reach under my desk, another text popped up.
Callan: No touching.
Breath hitching, I typed a one-sentence text back.
Me: Callan, please!!!
Me: It’s going to fall out!
The more I begged, the wider his smirk became. He stared at me from his desk, watching me with those sinful, dark eyes. I’d bet he was hard right now, watching me desperately clench my pussy to keep this damn toy inside me.
Callan: Clench.
Me: I’m trying!
Callan: Try harder.
Me: I can’t! Please, I’m too wet.
When he read my last message, his eyes darkened, and he readjusted himself underneath his desk. I wished so badly that I could crawl underneath and suck him off until he was coming down my throat.
Callan: How easily do you think I’d slide into you while your little toy was plunged deep in your cunt? Do you want to be stretched out tonight, Sakura? Fucked until you really can’t walk tomorrow?
After biting my lip to hold back a whimper, I clutched the edge of my desk and closed my eyes. Fuck! My pussy got even wetter, pulsing over and over on the huge toy inside it. When I reopened my eyes, I forced myself to type another message.
If he didn’t stop playing around, it really would fall out of me.
Me: Please, let me readjust it.
Callan: No.
Another inch slipped out, and I had to reach between my legs.
Callan: If you even touch your toy, you don’t get my dick tonight.
I snapped my gaze back to him and widened my eyes. Why is he torturing me?!
Another ten minutes—yes, ten freaking minutes—passed. I squirmed on my seat, sweat dripping down my back and my walls clenched hard on the inch of the toy left inside me. It was going to fall out. Right now. I didn’t have much time left.
“You’re free to go,” Callan announced to the class, glancing down at the toy. “Sakura, please, stay behind.”
Everyone stood and dumped their books into their backpack. I squirmed in my seat and pressed my thighs together, nervously watching students walk to the front of the class. Mr. Avery headed to the door, his bulge throbbing against his suit pants, and ushered the students out.
As soon as the last person left the classroom, he locked the door. I clutched the edges of my desk until my knuckles turned white and felt the last inch slip out of my pussy with a pop. It landed on the ground and practically suctioned itself to the tiles, sticking straight up and covered in my juices.
“Callan, please,” I breathed heavily. “I can’t do that again.”
“Sakura,” he murmured, taking my chin in his large, callous hand and lifting it.
I stood next to him. He peered down at the toy at our feet.
“How wet is your pussy for me right now? By the looks of your toy, you’re soaked.”
“Callan—”
“Answer me.”
I tugged his free hand between my legs and let him see for himself. He clenched his jaw and grunted, his fingers sliding between my pussy lips and his tongue dragging across his lower lip, as if he was hungry.
He looked down between us. “Look what you’ve done to me.”
Heat gathered inside my core as I gazed at his cock, pressed against his pants. God, he was so freaking big. I wanted him inside me right now.
“You know you’re going to have to take care of it now, Sakura.” He nodded down to my toy on the ground, sticking straight up. “Bounce on your toy until you come,” he ordered, “while you take my dick in your throat.”
My eyes widened. “Wh-what? Right here?”
“Right here, Sakura.”
When he released my chin, I sucked in a sharp breath. I squatted down until the head of the toy grazed against my hole, my skirt bunching up to the top of my thighs. Staring up at him, I lowered myself even further and stretched my pussy out on it, whining softly.
Callan stepped closer to me and unbuckled his belt, then undid his button and zipper. His cock sprang out of his pants—thick, hard, and veiny. I tightened on the toy and bounced up and down on it, opening my mouth for his dick.
Once he slipped his head into my mouth, I grabbed his hands to help myself bounce up and down and slowly slid my mouth around more of his dick. Only a few inches deep, I gagged and pulled back.
“Come on, Sakura. You’re better than that.”
Not wanting to mess up again, I took him into my mouth once more and forced myself to suck every last inch of him. My pussy tightened around the toy. When I reached his base, I pressed my lips against his hips and stared up at him through watery eyes.
I gagged again. Then again. Then again. But I didn’t pull away.
Spit and drool rolled down my chin and dripped onto the tiled floor. I bounced up and down on the toy.
He released one of my hands. “Slap your clit and come for me—now, Miss Sato.”
I dropped my hand between my legs, gripped his tighter to hold myself up, then smacked my clit hard. Pleasure surged through my body, an orgasm ripping through me. Callan grabbed both my arms and lifted me into the air, then set me on his desk to finish riding out my orgasm.
He pulled the toy out of my pussy and lined himself up at my entrance.
“Open up,” Callan said, holding the toy by its base and placing the head at the tip of my lips. When I opened, he slid it into me, inch by inch. “We have to train your throat so you don’t gag on my cock anymore.”
Halfway, I gagged. He slipped another few inches between my lips and down my throat, making me gag again. It was so big, but not as big as he was.
“It should slide down your throat without a problem. Understand?”
I nodded at him, hot tears building in my eyes as I took it. He pushed it even deeper until the base met my lips. He wrapped his other hand around the front of my throat and squeezed gently. I swallowed around the toy.
“Good girl,” he praised. He took my hand and placed it on the base of the toy. “Now, fuck your throat with it.”
Wanting to please him, I seized the toy and moved it in and out of my throat, slowly at first. But when he started pounding hard into my pussy, I thrust the toy as quickly as his cock thrust inside me.
A low groan escaped his lips. He rested his hand over mine, pressed the toy deeper into my mouth, and pushed some strands of hair off my face with his other hand.
“Listen to me very closely, Sakura. This is the closest that you’ll ever be to having another man inside you.”
My walls clung on to every inch of his cock sliding in and out of me. I sucked on the toy and stared up at him with eyes wide, hazily nodding. Heat rushed to my core and exploded throughout my body.
“Nobody will ever touch you the way I do.”
I whimpered on the toy, about to tip over the edge again.
“And you won’t even think of another man,” Callan said, pumping harder. “Ever.”
Slobber rolled down my chin, and I shook my head.
“You’re mine.” He pulled the toy out of my mouth, strands of spit hanging from it. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I breathed heavily, chest rising and falling. “All yours, Callan. All the time.”
After setting the toy on his desk next to us, he snatched my chin in his large hand and pulled me toward him to kiss me hard on the lips. Pleasure surged through my body, and I moaned into his mouth, my pussy pulsing around him as an orgasm ripped through me.
Once he finally pulled out of me, his cock smacked against his thigh. He tugged me in for one last lingering kiss, then ironed out my skirt with his hand. His cum dripped down my thighs.
“Meet me back here for lunch today.”