Chapter 143
I still couldn’t get my mind out of the daze of that moment. I was literally watching her take a twelve-inch baton into her fucking pussy, and it felt just captivating.
From the intense way they were kissing to the moans and spasms down to the never-ending orgasm.
“Yeah, cum harder as I fuck your pussy, be my bitch!” Isabella went all slutty with her words.
Ms. Sam was in whatever cloud she was in, not caring about the manner in which her pussy was being violated.
I was nearing climax myself, stroking my dick right there in my hands, driven crazy by this scenery.
As I neared climax, I made a squeaky noise just in time as Ms. Sam hit hers.
The moment made a passionate sexual pun, then there was absolute silence.
“Did you hear that?” Isabella asked. “We are not alone.”
I tried to stop myself from making any further noise as my orgasm rescinded…
At this time, I could hear Isabella’s feet walking towards where I was hidden behind the desks; the moment proved timely for her as one of the desks fell to the ground.
“Oh my gosh… Parker!” she exclaimed, backing away and trying to cover her nakedness.
“What in the hell was Parker doing in here?” she asked Miss Sam, who at this time was feeling too weak to say a word.
Suddenly, Isabel stopped and looked from Ms. Sam to where I was. “Wait a minute, were you two fucking?”
At this point, there was no need to hide. I walked out of the hideout like a Greek god, my mind reeling with what I had just witnessed-
I thought to myself, who would believe this if I told anyone: Miss Sam and Isabella, making out like there was no tomorrow?
Fuck! I wouldn’t believe it either.
My gaze fell on Isabella, who all this while had been standing in front of me. A look of shock was on her face as she stared at me naked; her eyes fell on the massive cock dangling between my thighs.
“Richard, what are you doing here?” she stammered, still hoping to find her words.
Well, the good part of it was that, like Ms. Sam, I had her cornered as well; I was their master.
I smiled wryly. “I could ask you the same thing, Isabella. But I think I already know the answer to the question, right?” I winked at her.
Isabella’s face turned bright red at that moment as she realized what I was talking about.
“Richard, please… just forget what you saw, okay…” she stuttered again. “We can work out something, right?”
I chuckled. “Forget what I saw? You think it’s that easy to erase all of this from my memory?” I grabbed my balls and let them fall.
In a way, I couldn’t understand where all this confidence was coming from, but I loved it. It was probably from being in the shadows for years and being mocked by people like Isabella Ross.
“I don’t think I can just forget that,” I chimed in.
A tear rolled down her cheek as she took a step closer to me. She went down on her knees with a pleading look in her eyes. “Richard, please. You have to promise me you won’t tell anyone about this. Miss Sam could lose her job… I might get ridiculed and expelled, and you-” she didn’t know what to say and looked at Ms. Sam.
I raised an eyebrow. “And what about me, Isabella? What about my reputation?” I laughed hysterically. “I leave here the hero, whatever happens.”
Isabella’s face fell, and she looked away. “I don’t care about all that , I just care about Miss Sam.”
I sighed, feeling a pang of sympathy for Isabella but at the same time she deserves all that would be coming to her and I wasn’t going to let her off that easily.
“I want something in return for my silence, Isabella,” I said, a sly smile filled my face as I spoke.
Isabella’s eyes narrowed. “What do you want?”
She was still on her knees, and it made it easier. I walked in close, my voice barely above a whisper.
“I want you, Isabella. And I think you know exactly what I’m talking about.”
At first Isabella’s eyes widened in shock, and she moved back, her face pale as she fell to the ground. I stared at her pussy still glittering and licked my lips.
“Richard, you can’t be fucking serious,” she stammered.
I smiled, enjoying the entire situation
“Oh, I’m very serious, Isabella. You see, I’ve been wanting to get back at you for a while now, and this is the right time… Ask Ms Samantha here.”
I walked over to where Ms Samantha was and turned her again on the table. I picked up the baton that had just been used and drove it back in while smacking her ass again and again.
“Tell her who is the master!” I demanded.
“You are!” she cried as I continued my assault.
“I can’t hear you!”
“YOU ARE MY FUCKING MASTER!”
Isabella’s eyes flashed with anxiety and lust; she knew she was in a vulnerable position yet was thrilled as I fucked the history assistant with the baton until she neared another orgasm.
Ms. Sam fell to the ground, exhausted.
“What do you want me to do, Richard?” Isabella asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
I leaned in close, my voice low and menacing. “I want you to do exactly what I say, Isabella.”
“And if I don’t?”
“Well, if you don’t, I’ll make sure everyone in school knows about your little secret with Miss Sam.”
Isabella’s face fell, and she nodded slowly. “Okay, Richard. I’ll do whatever you say.”
I smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction. “Good girl, Isabella. Now, let’s get started, shall we?”
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I walked closer to Isabella, my eyes locked on her; she was still kneeling on the floor, too dazed to move.
“First things first, I want you to fuck yourself with this,” I said, my voice low and husky.
“It won’t fit,” she looked at the baton a bit fearfully.
“Well, let me make it well lubricated,” I smiled again.
I turned to Ms. Sam, who was trying to crawl away, and pulled her back.
“No, no, no… I can’t, FUCK!” The baton was in her pussy again.
This time, I stopped midway and turned to Isabella. “Now get it out and fuck yourself; don’t make me ask!”
Isabella’s eyes widened in shock, and she took a step forward, pulling out all the other woman’s pussy juice. “Richard, I don’t know if I can do that,” she stammered.
I raised an eyebrow. “Oh, come on, Isabella. It’s just fun. And besides, we want to watch.”
Isabella’s face turned pale. “Please.”
“Do it!”
She winced as she pushed the first few inches in, and soon it was going slowly. I watched, too dazed to speak.
In the need to feel the moment, I turned to Ms. Sam. “Don’t be lazy; help her out.”
Ms. Sam crawled to where she was and kissed her as she fucked herself.
Soon, Bella’s moans filled the room; she became frantic with each thrust.
I walked closer to Isabella, my eyes locked on hers.
“Time for me to join the party,” I said, my voice low and husky.
Isabella’s eyes widened in shock. “Richard, I don’t know if I can do …”
My dick shut her up; I fucked her mouth, watching as she gagged. I pulled out, and she coughed.
“Good, now let her suck you dry, Ms. Samantha,” I muttered.
Before she could protest, Ms. Sam was straddling her face.
I raised an eyebrow, watching as she sucked Ms. Sam like her life depended on it.
With the baton out, her pussy was right there, free for the taking. I went on my knees and fingered Isabella’s pussy hard and fast.
“Oh, come on, Isabella. Tell me how much you enjoy this.”
“I want your fuckin’ dick, Richard Parker!” she screamed.
It was all I needed; I grinned, feeling a sense of triumph. “Good girl, Isabella.”
I drove my dick in as she moaned against Ms. Samantha’s pussy.
As I fucked her, I got a grip on her breast and squeezed hard as I continued fucking.
“I am close!” both women cried out simultaneously.
With my next thrust, I could feel her pussy muscles gripping my dick as they both came hard.
I didn’t stop; I gripped her thighs tightly, pulling her to myself. I flipped her over until she was on all fours.
“Damn! Rich’s-” This time it was my dick.
I drove into her pussy from behind, ramming her as she wept from the thrill.
“This feels so good! Fuck me with your big cock!”
I increased my pace; my eyes fell to her asshole, and a sudden thought filled my mind.
Pulling out of her pussy, I gave her just a few seconds to relax before sticking my dick into her pussy that felt so… tight, fuck!
“Not there, Richyyy!”
I was done caring; I drove my finger into her pussy while fucking her. I could feel myself getting closer.
A cry of passion filled the air, and it was a mixture of three. I turned and could see that Miss Sam was fucking herself with the baton again.
“Arrgg-” We moaned in unison as we came hard.
Isabella kissed me deeply, and Ms. Samantha joined in the show as well.
“That was my best sex ever,” Isabella commented. “Can we do it again?”
A quick glance outside revealed the sun in the distance as we approached the afterglow.
I smiled sheepishly while turning to my two new companions.
“Anytime, but school starts in a few hours, though.”
Both women shrieked when they saw the time. By the time we were all cleaned up and every piece of evidence of our escapade was disposed of, it was 8 a. m.
I had nothing to worry about upon reaching home; apparently, my parents were still out on their trip, which meant that I could skip school and have the day off.
For the rest of the morning, I took my time rewatching the tape of our encounter and saving it to my cloud. Just maybe, I’d write about it someday.
Just as I was putting the hard drive away my phone buzzes with a new number.
I clicked open.
Isabella Ross:
Having a party tomorrow at my place, just you and Miss Sam are invited.
Smiling to myself I texted her back, who said highschool wouldn’t be fun after all.