“I’m sorry,” Tori interrupted herself. “Am I getting too graphic?”
“Not at all,” Tracy (of all people) replied.
“As far as I’m concerned, you’re welcome to get as graphic as you like,” added Christine.
“Patrick? Are you good?” Tori added.
“So long as you’re good with a tent in an additional guy’s pants, I am.”
“Okay then, I’m hearing everyone’s permission to describe whatever I like to you guys. So here goes…”
“I need you to help me with a problem I have,” he says.
“What’s that?” I ask, as he strolls around my desk so his crotch is now right in front of my eyes.
“Mmmmmmmm,” Christine said, imagining her boss doing the same to her.
“It’s actually too hard to explain,” he says with two meanings, unzipping his pants. “It’s better if you take a look. Just clinically, of course.”
“Kevin, that isn’t appropriate,” I protest, even as I stare at the unveiling of Kevin’s cock and the satisfaction of my curiosity about its size. ‘Satisfaction’ being an apt term, since its size is… well… quite sizeable.
“You’ve wanted this dick all semester,” Kevin tells me. “Don’t pretend otherwise.”
“Kevin, I…” I begin, before freezing as his thick, seven-plus-inch cock is suddenly standing within a few inches of my face. “Oh my God!”
“I can see you like it,” he says as he strokes it right in front of me.
“It’s so big compared to my husband’s,” I blurt before thinking, staring at it in lustful awe.
“Stroke it, Mrs. Parker,” he orders.
“I don’t know if I should,” I hesitate, even though I want to do lots more than just stroke it.
“That wasn’t a question, Mrs. Parker, it was an order.”
Tori changed the pitch of her voice, so it was easy to tell who was saying what in her story/fantasy.
“This is so wrong,” I say, even as I obey him and take the fat snake in my hand.
“And yet it feels so right, my pet teacher.”
“It’s just so big,” I say, stroking it, even though I can’t completely wrap my hand around it.
“Suck it slut, suck my big cock,” he orders.
I can’t believe he’d just called me a slut, nor can I believe I have his actual cock in my hand, nor can I believe my pussy is soaking wet, as I mindlessly obey him and take his fat cock into my mouth… stretching my mouth so wide.
“I bet you could take a big fat cock in your mouth,” Christine said, the brightness in her eyes and the flush in her face making it clear she was getting turned on by the story.
Tori replied, looking directly at Patrick, “Oh, I think I could devour the right one whole.”
Patrick’s cock flinched quite visibly in his tight jeans, yet he resisted a flirty comeback.
I bob on that cock slowly, getting used to the way it stretches my mouth, wondering whether he’s going to shoot a load into my mouth, onto my face, or perhaps he’ll even slam that pussy-stretching dick right into my needy pussy… which he answers a moment later as if reading my mind.
“That’s it, slut,” he groans, “get my dick nice and wet for that pussy of yours.”
“Mmmmmm,” I moan wordlessly around his fat dick, letting him know I’m more than ready to take this dick in me.
After another minute, while I’m taking six inches of his dick in mouth, he pulls back and orders, “Bend over your desk, Mrs. Parker, it’s time to teach you a lesson.”
“A lesson? What do you think you can teach me?” I ask as I obediently stand up, bend over my desk and tremble as he lifts up my dress.
“For a start, that my pet sluts don’t wear pantyhose; they always wear stockings,” he scolds, slapping my ass.
“Sorry,” I apologize, my facial cheeks burning with shame, while my ass cheeks burn with pain.
He rips a massive hole in my hosiery, tugs my panties aside, and places his dick against the entrance to my soaking wet pussy. He then orders, “What do you want, Mrs. Parker?”
“For you to fuck me,” I answer with feeling, as he teases my pussy lips by rubbing the tip of his dick up and down against them.
“Beg for it, slut,” he snarls, as he gloriously slams into me, but then horrifically pulls out just as quickly.
That’s all it takes. I just have to have that cock back inside me. I beg, “Please slam that big dick in my wet pussy; I need it so bad.”
“Tell me more,” he says, fucking me wonderfully hard for three deep strokes, but then once again pulling back out.
“Please, Kevin, make me your bimbo teacher slut,” I beg, willing to say or do anything to get that fat cock back inside me.
“This cunt is mine,” he proclaims, at last beginning to fuck me hard.
“Oh yes it is, fuck me, make me your teacher slut,” I moan, my orgasm rising at a runaway train’s pace.
“I’m going to come in your pussy and breed you,” he declares, as his groans get louder as do my moans.
“Yes, do! Fill my cunt with your cum,” I moan, not at all worried about the risk of getting pregnant, even though I’d never gotten my tubes tied… my useless husband, back when he’d actually cared, had gotten snipped instead.
“You have my leave to come, bitch. Come on my dick,” he orders, as he slams into me so hard my desk skids loudly a few inches across the floor.
“Oh yes, fuck,” I moan, my orgasm about to erupt.
“Now, slut, come… right… now,” he orders, just as he shoots his potent load deep inside me, which triggers my orgasm.
“Yesssssss,” I scream, as my entire body quakes through my first orgasm from getting dicked in years!
“Shit, that was hot,” Christine said, as she tossed back the remainder of her second glass of wine.
“I can’t believe you wrote all that hot stuff,” Tracy said, the story having turned her on, and gotten her thinking she definitely wanted to encourage her personal trainer Joaquin to do something like that to her in real life, not just in her fantasies. She’d never been a submissive per se, more like just a willing slut, but she now loved the idea of giving a man total control of her after reading and discussing Fifty Shades, and now listening to this wicked story.
“Clearly you need to get laid,” Christine said.