I fuck Ione into the wall

Ione looks at me blankly. The depth of her sexual need, given years of self-starvation, and the **** of my assertiveness have caused her to lose control of the situation. Without control and with a mind raging with lust, she doesn’t know what to do—so I take over. I stand up abruptly, driving myself hard up out of the chair and dumping Ione off my lap. Her eyes go wide at my sudden movement. I catch her in my arms so she doesn’t fall over backward; fortunately, I don’t have to hold her up for more than a moment, as she puts her legs down quickly. She’s off-balance, enabling me to turn her and push her back against the wall.

I unzip one side of Ione’s skirt the rest of the way and toss it on the floor. She’s leaning back a little with her feet slightly spread, and her pussy’s at a great height for my cock. I hook a hand under one knee and lift her leg, ending up with one of her tight, sexy cheeks in the palm of my hand. When I give it a hard squeeze, her wide eyes close a little and she moans softly. I guide my cockhead into the gates of her paradise, then give her a hard, demanding kiss. She hooks her raised leg around my hip and wraps her arms tightly around my neck as her lips part in submission to my thrusting tongue. She makes small noises of pleasure in her throat when I plunder her mouth—then gasps as I drive my cock hard and deep into her cunt.

Ione is incredibly tight, so I’m not surprised by her gasp. I can feel my cockhead forcing her fucktunnel open, and her walls being stretched around me. When I pull out, I can feel her pussy clinging to my shaft. All the same, whether it’s pure adrenaline or I’m that strong, her tightness isn’t slowing me at all. I fuck her like a man possessed, pistoning my cock in her cunt hard and fast. I break off our kiss and nip her ear; she moans, and I ask her, “Do you like that? Do you like feeling my big, thick cock pounding your tight little pussy? Do you like being fucked like a wanton slut by a student? You’re such a hot little number, Ione, and you’re so fucking hungry—I can feel your body responding to me. I can feel how badly your pussy needs my cock. Cum for me, Ione. Let go and let me feel you cum all over my big, thick cock.”

Ione’s pussy is hot, incredibly wet, and unbelievably tight, and dominating her in this way is more arousing than I would ever have imagined. I don’t think I’ve ever had such raw carnal pleasure from fucking a woman. But I don’t just want to plunder her sex, I want to drive her to orgasm, so I’m hanging on. Suddenly, she cries out, “Fuck me raw, you bastard! Take me hard with that big fucking cock! Fuck me into the wall like a little fucking slut! Pound my tight little pussy with that big fucking cock until I cum—AAAHHHHH—FUUUUUUCK!”

I can feel Ione lose control, and with that I let go, so our orgasms hit simultaneously, with titanic ****. I cut off her scream by claiming her mouth with mine, giving her a hard, passionate kiss. I drive my shaft all the way into her molten core and pin her hard against the wall as my balls erupt, blasting gout after gout of cum deep into her womb. She responds to my kiss with **** hunger, and we devour each other’s lips as our shared ecstasy wracks our joined bodies with fire.

As our bodies quiet, I let go of Ione’s leg; though she puts it down, it isn’t much support, as both her knees are shaking. When I can draw my deflating prick out of her pussy, I stagger backward, supporting both of us, and collapse into her office chair. I realize dimly as I do so that she must have locked the casters—in anticipation of fucking me, I would guess—because it doesn’t roll out from under us. I turn Ione’s compliant body as I sit so that she ends up sitting on my lap; she slumps against me, still shuddering and breathing hard. After a while, without even lifting her head, she breathes, “That was . . . fucking . . . amazing. How the fuck did you know what I wanted? I didn’t even know I wanted that. Ohhhhhh, fuck, you stud, you may ruin me.”

I hold Ione as her breathing slows. Once she’s calm, she levers herself up, turns around, and straddles my lap again. She kisses me long and hard, her tongue fencing aggressively with mine, then pulls back and says, “If I get caught fucking a student, it’s my career—but I don’t know if I care. I’m not sure I can do without that big fuckpole in my pussy.” As she speaks, she grinds her twat against my sticky, half-limp cock. When I begin to rise again, she gives me a triumphant grin and says lustfully, “More?”