He didn’t say any words, but his actions spoke as he grabbed a tight hold of her thighs and manoeuvred her legs onto his shoulders. With one hard thrust he was filling her hungry cunt and she gasped with surprise as his thick shaft took possession of her.
She had to support herself by leaning on her hands and he held on tight to her thighs, keeping her cunt right where he wanted her. He slammed her furiously. They both looked down and revelled in the sight of his dark rod ravaging her feminine hole. He grinned at her as he watched her tits bouncing hard from his uncompromising fucking.
Carla couldn’t believe that her pupil’s dad was fucking her on her desk in her classroom. The thought that the school caretaker, or anyone who’d stayed late today, could walk in on them any moment added to her excitement. Here she was, totally naked, being fucked by a man who didn’t even bother to get undressed, and he was not doing anything to ensure her orgasm but she was loving every moment of it. What more, she could feel herself cumming. She knew that it was only a question of time before the constant pounding on her clit and the wonderful filling feeling of a big cock in her cunt were going to send her over the edge.
“I’m gonna cum!” she panted.
“Oh yeah,” he groaned. “Cum like the little slut you are.”
Being called a slut tipped the scale. She knew she was acting like one and she loved it. Her moans got louder as she passed the point of no return. Her cunt contracted hard around his still thrusting cock and she cried out as her whole body convulsed in a delicious orgasm. Her spasms had hardly subsided when he pulled out.
“Stand up and turn your back on me,” he barked as he shrugged her legs off his shoulders and pulled her onto her feet. The minute she turned around he pressed her forward until her upper body was lying flat on her desk. With his foot he kicked her feet apart, opening her legs wide enough to his liking and then he slammed back into her cunt.
“Oh yessssss,” he sighed. “That’s more like it.”
He pulled his balls out of his pants and they started slamming into Carla’s clit. She was still recovering from her orgasm, but this new position, the raw animal fuck that she was now receiving, had her horny again within seconds. Then she felt his hands grabbing her tits. It hurt as he pulled her up against him by her nipples. His hard, uncompromising hands started kneading her sensitised mounds and each time he slammed his cock harder and deeper inside her he shoved her tits into his hard hands. The pleasure-pain combination was almost unbearable. She knew that he would make her cum again, and it wouldn’t take long.
“You like being fucked like this,” he moaned with a satisfied smile. “You love how I’m using you like a little slut, like my own personal whore.”
“Yes,” was all she could gasp.
“You know I don’t give a fuck whether you cum. You know you’re just another tight cunt for me to fuck.”
It was humiliating to hear him speak those words. His actions had already showed it, but it was nevertheless humiliating to hear him confirm it. But she was so far gone, she didn’t care if he was using her. She didn’t care that he’d been so horny today that any cunt would’ve done. All she cared was that she managed at least one more orgasm before he came.
He was now pounding her so hard and so fast she knew that he was close to cumming. She knew that she had to cum. And then, there it was. Once again her cunt squeezed hard and she cried out in pleasure as yet another orgasmic wave took hold of her body. This time it seemed that the added pressure on his cock was all that Mr Barton could take. He slammed inside her one last time. He went hard, grabbed her hips and buried his shaft deep inside her. He let out a groan of satisfaction and triumph as he shuddered while his milk pumped into the rubber membrane between the two. He pulled out and caught the condom with his fingers as his cock started shrinking.
“Turn around,” he commanded while tucking his tool back into his trousers and getting himself decent again.
Carla turned around. Her tits were swollen from his manhandling and her pussy lips were bright pink from the pounding he’d given her. He pushed her back so that she sat on the table once more. Again he parted her legs so that he could see the full result of his fucking. He stroked her pussy, and then poured the contents of the condom on it.
“I love to see my milk flowing out of the cunt I’ve just possessed. When I have to wear rubber, this is the second best thing. Next time you invite us to a parent teacher conference I’ll make sure I come alone. You make sure you wear something sexy and that we can have some privacy. I want to fuck your cunt again!”
With those words he walked out, not bothering to close the door behind him, leaving Carla smelling of sex and having to clean up her classroom.
A week later it all seemed like a dream. Part of Carla wasn’t sure it had actually happened. But deep down inside she knew it had. Her cunt could remember the delicious feeling of that fat cock filling her and fucking her so hard. Her own confusion over the event had meant that she hadn’t had a fuck for a week. She lay awake all night, pumping herself with her vibrator, trying to recreate the wonderful feeling of Mr Barton’s cock. During the lunch hour Rhoda Leighton, the principal’s secretary, came up to her.
“Miss Benjamin,” she said, still trying to catch her breath. “I’ve had a call from Aimee Schuchter’s mother. They’ve requested a conference with you with regards to Aimee’s reading problems. They’ve asked you to be here at 5 so that they can stop by on their way home from work.”
Carla sighed. The parents of her pupils didn’t think she had a life. They thought that they could call at a moment’s notice and she’d be happy to accommodate. Well, she was a new teacher and she wanted the parents to like her. She picked up the phone and rescheduled her kickboxing class.
Several hours later Carla was on her hands and knees in her classroom, preparing for the next day’s art project. She’d changed into her gym clothes, skin-tight shorts and a bra top. The t-shirt she wore on top of them was lying on her desk, waiting for her to put it on just before 5. She knew that she was being childish, but she wanted to make a point to the Schuchters that she did indeed have a life outside the school. A knock on the door and the sound of the door opening startled her. She looked at the man in the door opening.
“Miss Benjamin?” he asked with a smile and walked up to her.
“Yes, I’m Carla Benjamin.” She got off her hands and knees and shook the man’s hand.
“I’m Al Schuchter, I believe you were expecting me.”
“I thought that you and your wife were both coming.”
“No, she had to go and pick up the kids from the childminder. I’m here alone.”