Late to Class

She could barely sit in the seat. Her ass had to be red, sore, still stinging from the slaps from his belt. She loved this feeling, loved knowing she was his.

You wouldn’t expect it. Not from him. He was a pretty button-downed guy. Simple, clean suits. Ties. When he wasn’t dressed like that, he wore khakis. Never shorts. Always a bit dressed up, she thought.

He wore dark-rimmed glasses that framed his dark eyes and complemented his dark hair. He was quiet. Sometimes, he even seemed maybe a bit awkward, unsure of himself. But, she got to see all of him. The real version. The part of him no one else saw.

For his part, he loved the way she made him feel. He loved almost losing control with her. Loved that in letting go, he found a power he never knew he’d had.

She looked down and saw moisture at the edge of her wool skirt. She knew it was his.. She could feel him running down the back of her thigh.

Her ass was still open from his being inside her.

This was something else she’d come to crave. The feel of his hard, throbbing cock inside her at all moments. She remembered the first time, the time he’d worked his fingers into her ass while he was fucking her from behind. Remembered the way it felt to be so full.

Now, at his request, she often placed a jeweled butt plug into her ass before she went out.

She loved reliving the entire scene, loved the way he’d taken her.

He'd motioned to her from a classroom that was dark and empty. He'd told her to bend over the front desk, and she'd complied.

She hadn't been wearing panties since she'd been seeing him. She loved the way it made her feel...naughty, available, ready for him.

He'd hit her hard with the belt a few times, then gotten on his knees and began kissing her firm, round ass. Licking her tight hole and telling her to be quiet.

Next, he was on top of her, his mouth on her neck, his hand covering her mouth. She could feel his raging cock, feel his hand, his fingers opening her compliant anus. She turned him into a pure animal, and they both loved the result.

Then he was inside her ass, he loved fucking her ass, he reminded her. She loved him inside her, all over her. She loved him, that was enough.

She wanted to scream, it hurt and felt good and hurt and was amazing and she wanted to scream but he held her down and held her mouth and his cock was all the way in and he was grinding against her and her pussy was wet, wetter, so wet. She felt his fingers against her clit, felt him throbbing inside her, felt a finger go inside her pink folds, felt full.

He bit her ear and grunted and came so hard, so deep in her ass, held his cock there, held himself on top of her, told her he loved her, loved her body, loved her ass, loved her. He loved her and she was his and then he told her to go to class and that he couldn't wait to get on his knees and make her cum when she got home.

And she went to the bathroom, cleaned up, and smiled as she walked into class, his cum inside her and dripping out of her. And she sat and marinated with his semen and didn't know what the class was about.

She was never late to class...but this, this was absolutely worth it.