Mr Barton pressed his semi-erect cock against Carla’s lips, forcing them open. He grabbed hold of her ponytail and started fucking her mouth. “Suck me, you little slut!”
Carla started sucking him and soon his cock was as big as she remembered it. Her initial shame of being treated like a piece of fuck meat by these men disappeared and she started enjoying herself. Mr Schuchter’s relentless pounding into her cunt made wet and squishy sounds every time as his balls slammed into her clit. Mr Barton kept forcing her to deep throat him, panting harder and harder every time she did so.
Both men were going faster and harder. Carla could feel that they didn’t have far to go. Neither did she. Mr Schuchter’s hands kept pulling her tits, pinching her nipples. His cock was ravaging her cunt. She loved every second of it and didn’t want it to end. But it had to end. Before she knew what hit her, she let out a cry around Mr Barton’s cock, her body shook violently and her cunt contracted hard around Mr Schuchter’s cock. Her second orgasm of the afternoon was enough to set Mr Schuchter off. He groaned out loud as he thrust deep inside her for the last time and blew his load. Mr Barton didn’t keep them waiting. With a solid hold of Carla’s head he shoved his cock down her throat again and started shooting his load. She slowly pulled out and shot the last of it on her face. With the two men pulled out of her holes, Carla sank down on the floor. Mr Schuchter pulled his condom off his shaft and dripped it on her tits.
“Look at her,” he smiled at Mr Barton as he put his boxers and pants back on. “Covered in our cum. You can’t ask for a better slut than that.”
“She’s a wonderful cock slut,” agreed Mr Barton and held the door open for his friend as they got ready to leave. He turned around and looked at Carla. “You might want to clean up before you leave. We’ll see you soon, babe!”
With those words the men were gone. Carla looked at her cum covered face and tits in the mirror. Her tits had huge red marks on them and she knew they were going to turn into bruises by the morning. Her pussy was just as red and it and her thighs were shining with her fuck juices. With the taste of Mr Barton’s cum still on her tongue she cleaned herself and got her clothes back on. She cancelled her kickboxing class and went home, wondering again if it was all a dream.
For the next two weeks Carla kept wishing for a message from Mr Schuchter and Mr Barton, but there was nothing. She was starting to think that they didn’t want her cunt anymore. She picked up a few guys at nightclubs and fucked them, but they couldn’t satisfy her hunger. She had a constant tingle in her cunt and she thought that everybody in her vicinity could smell her wet cunt. How could these men have such power over her cunt.
Then on a Friday afternoon Mrs Leighton knocked on her classroom door and motioned for Carla to come out in the corridor. “I know this is highly irregular,” she whispered to Carla. “Mr Tatchev, Luke Tatchev’s father, called me and he has some concerns regarding Luke. As you know, Mrs Tatchev left the family and Luke is having problems adjusting and Mr Tatchev wants to know if there’s anything he can do to help his son. He mentioned the advice you’ve given the Bartons and Schuchters and he was hoping that he could get the same service from you.”
Carla’s pussy tingled. She’d seen Mr Tatchev. He was tall and good looking and she’d been immediately attracted to him. If he wanted to fuck her she didn’t mind at all. “That wouldn’t be a problem,” she smiled at Mrs Leighton, hoping that the older woman couldn’t see what was going on inside her head. “When does he wish to meet with me?”
“Oh, that’s the second thing,” Mrs Leighton said apologetically. “Mr Tatchev manages a hotel and he can’t leave it in the afternoon. He said that Luke will go to his grandmother tonight so if you wouldn’t mind dropping in on your way home, he has plenty of rooms where you can talk without being disturbed.”
More like fuck without being disturbed, Carla thought longingly. “OK, Mrs Leighton,” she smiled. “Will you call him back and make the arrangements?”
Mrs Leighton looked visibly relieved that Carla had agreed to this unconventional meeting with her pupil’s father.