They continued to kiss, their tongue waging war in their mouths, as she ground into him, and he played with her tits. When Tristan’s right hand left her breast, slid down her stomach and found her clit, she whimpered and broke the kiss.
“Oh, honey!” she called out. “You’re heading for an A+ aren’t you?”
“Bad line,” he whispered, then fastened his lips to her neck.
His fingers worked her clit as hard as they had the first time, his fingers giving her nipple the same treatment, pinching it roughly. Pushing against the desk, Miranda was able to work her hips up and down enough to resume fucking him, and he moaned into her neck when she contracted her pussy around him several times in succession.
Her legs tightened and the movement of her hips grew jerky as she could already feel the rumblings of orgasm number three. She seemed to be coming faster each time, and she had no issue with that whatsoever.
Tristan stopped rubbing, and gripping her clit rolled it between his fingers like he was her nipple.
“Oh!” Miranda grunted in sudden pleasure; she’d never had that done to her before. This kid had some tricks that was for damn sure. He squeezed it tighter, and she pinched her nipple harder, placing her free hand over his to encourage him to do the same.
When Tristan simultaneously pinched her clit and her nipple, Miranda threw her head back and howled as she exploded on his cock. No longer giving a fuck if someone was outside or not, she released several loud squeals as her hips went wild in Tristan’s lap.
He moaned into her neck, and his hips bucked beneath her, trying to fuck her as best he could. Miranda pushed hard against the desk then cried out when she felt the chair rock too far back, and her feet slipped off the desk as they tipped back.
She yelped even louder when with a demonstration of his strength, Tristan surged up out of the chair. Miranda’s feet hit the floor, and she grunted as she continued forward, her hips striking the desk.
She got her hands down, so she didn’t face plant on it, then cried out when behind her, his cock still inside her, Tristan grabbed her hips and tore into her. Miranda, her pussy still twitching from her latest orgasm, slid her hands along the desk, grabbing the edge of it and resting her flushed face on the cool surface.
Behind her, Tristan was fucking her so hard it made the prior time seem like they were making love. Every thrust thumped her hips into the desk, but she didn’t care about either the pain or what she’d feel like later.
All that mattered was that huge seemingly inexhaustible cock stuffing her greedy cunt. Tristan’s thrusts slowed and his right hand left her hip, she flinched when he grabbed her leg behind her knee and pulled it up, so it was on the desk.
The move opened her even more for his pile driving cock and took the pressure off her hips. More importantly, it hit her this was the exact pose from her dream. Even down to the way he was now gripping her ankle, the other hand on her hip.
Only one thing was missing.
“Spank me!” she called out. “Smack that ass!”
There wasn’t a second between her last word and him dealing her a stinging slap to her left ass cheek. He struck the right with the same hand, then went into a flurry or short sharp smacks, peppering both her cheeks with blows from his hard calloused palm.
Each slap sent a stinging pain through her but was followed by a wave of heat through her tingling cunt. He stopped spanking her, but his hand went to her back, moving her hair and pushing between her shoulder blades.
Miranda lowered herself flat to the desk, her breasts squishing between her chest and the hard surface. There was a thump next to her and she saw Tristan had put his left foot on the desk.
He was now pounding straight down into her prone pussy, and she yelped as she took it to yet another gear, hammering into her even faster, and now even deeper.
“Like this?” she groaned. “This how you wanted me, face down and ass up? Giving it to your bitch teacher?”
“You’re not a…” he released a short laugh. “Oh, sorry, right, you’re a bitch.”
Miranda was too sex drunk at this point to care he’d broken the mood by being slow on the uptake with her talk.
“Who’s teaching who a lesson now?” she demanded.
“Teaching you, you…” he paused. “Nasty slut.”
He said it so weakly she tried to laugh but it turned into a yelp when he redeemed himself by slapping her already stinging ass.
“I am slut, making you fuck me for a grade, making you eat me. Sucking your cock and begging you to fuck me because I need it so bad!”
She released the desk, and put both arms behind her back, her wrists crossed to really give him-and her-a thrill.
“My god,” he gasped. But his hand quickly closed around her, gripping both her slender wrists in his large hand.
Despite three orgasms, her pussy gushed at the feeling of him holding her arms behind her, and she struggled to move her hips, wiggling into his powerful strokes.
“Dirty slut, going to wear your cum home. Walk down the hallway with it sticking to me, drive home like that.”
“Letting me take your panties home so I can smell your pussy whenever I want. ”
“Then when I get home, I’ll be so horny, I’ll take the shirt off and lick the cum off it.”
“Lick… oh, shit!” His thrusts once again became shorter and harder.
“I’ll have to,” she egged him on. “I’ll need to taste your cum again,” she turned her head from the desk and flicked her tongue at him. “Again, because I’m going to let you cum in my mouth.”
“Oh fuck!” He yanked his cock from inside her, and let her hands go.
Miranda dropped her foot to the floor, and slid off the desk onto her knees, her mouth wide open. Tristan, this time gripping his cock just beneath his swollen purple head, released it inches from her face.
“Holy shit!” he gasped when a long thick jet of cum erupted from his tip and directly into her waiting mouth. It struck the back of her throat, but most of it landed on her tongue, his second spurt filled her mouth, and using her tongue, she pushed it out, letting his cum flow down her chin and onto her tits.
She grabbed his cock, pushing his hand away and taking over jerking him off. She let another squirt splatter on her cheek, then took just the tip into her mouth. She jerked him off, several more squirts filling her mouth, but this time swallowed it, loving the way the thick hot, salty load slid down her throat.
Tristan moaned and released more of those little whimpers he had when he’d come the first time. Miranda bobbed her head, now sucking the entire length of his cock while rubbing his balls, making sure she’d completely drained them into her mouth.
She eased his length from her lips, then gave his head a hard suck that earned her a couple more drops, and another whimper from him.
“Goddamn!” Tristan leaned against the desk, his sticky cock still bobbing in her face.
Miranda grabbed his cock and sliding his head through the cum on her breast, brought it back to her mouth and cleaned it off.
“Hmm,” she sighed, her eyes rolling back.
She then lifted her tit and as he watched, his mouth open in surprise, she lowered her head, and sucked his cum from her right nipple.
“You really needed that didn’t you?”
Miranda froze, it was the line from her dream where he’d turned nasty.
“Yeah, I really did,” she replied softly. “Why?”