I welcomed her to the big leagues

No.

No way.

This is going to happen.

“Play with yourself,” I said suddenly.

Urgently.

“I caHHHH-” her voice was high-pitched. Uneasy. But not entirely. I can’t explain it. Call it intuition if you want. She fucking wanted this. She was just scared. Scared of pain. Of infidelity. Of breaking promises to God. Of burning in Hell. Scared perhaps, that maybe she would enjoy it.

“Play with your fucking pussy, Laura,” I repeated, reaching down to pry her talons out of the skin of my thigh, wincing quietly as I pulled her hand away, her white knuckles tight. Rigid.

“I-”

I roughly pulled her hand between her legs, holding her resisting fingers against her pussy until she finally relented, with breathless, sharp puffs air, sharply exhaling out of her dry lips. She didn’t obey me right away, simply keeping her hand against her still warm, wet pussy.

I finally let her hand go and placed it back on her right ass cheek, gently caressing her, encouraging her with a soothing touch and whispered words as I tried to get her to relax.

“You’re such a good girl,” I gently whispered, risking another push inside her. She was still so tense, breathing loudly and deeply, whimpering as the tip of my dick slipped just a fraction more inside her. I was concerned her nerves would make her hyperventilate. “Shhh,” I whispered. “Keep touching your pussy for me. Good girl, Laura. You’re such a good girl.”

Her fingers did finally start rubbing her pussy. When they did, I stayed there, watching her slowly get back into a feeling of safety. I wanted her to feel safe. I wasn’t here to **** myself, as easy as it would be. Good God, I could feel her pulse through her asshole, stretched open just enough to begin their heavenly, velvety touch around the tip of my cock. I looked down, closing my eyes as the urge to penetrate was so god damned overwhelming.

I opened them again and tilted my head to watch her please herself with her hand. “That is so fucking hot,” I commented. “Does it feel good when you touch yourself?” She didn’t answer, but seemed to relax a bit, her fingers loosening up a little as her breaths came out smoother. Less tense. She liked to be talked to, during. So fucking hot.

“You’re pussy tastes so good, Laura,” I said, and her hand subtly sped up. “I can’t wait to taste you again.” She exhaled in a way that told me she felt the exact same fucking way. I smirked, then sneered as my dick flexed, depositing another helping of precum inside her slowly relaxing asshole. I pulled away from her and gently pressed the tip of my cock against her again. Just a little. Adding that gentle prodding, similar to what I’d done with my finger so many times before.

I rhythmically kept prodding into her, just barely. Just adding that little bit of extra stimulation as her hand eventually got comfortable, her slender fingers soon glistening with her juices. I was mesmerized, and teased by the sight of the head of my cock poking at her tight asshole, so enticing. So inviting. Pink and cute. Just waiting to be conquered like some perfect, untouched, unexplored land. Waiting to be Claimed.

By me.

After several minutes of this prodding game, my cock was aching, straining as it thickened. Hard as steel and ready to impale my teacher’s backside. It was so fucking erotic, watching and listening to her quietly pleasure herself while my cock sat there, against her tight, puckered hole. Just barely poking at her. Waiting for the right moment. I stroked my cock slowly as I kept up my rhythmic prodding, gradually, subtly, holding the top of my fist against her ass, guiding my cock as my hips pulled back and pushed forward, occasionally spitting long strings of saliva down onto my shaft to keep it well lubricated inside my hand.

And then it happened.

She inhaled sharply when the tip slipped inside, and for a moment she stopped, her hand freezing as she expected pain. Expected blood. I don’t know exactly what she expected. She leaned forward as much as she could, but being pinned l against her desk, she went nowhere. I groaned as the feeling of her tight anus sucked the tip of my dick, sopping wet with saliva, and I took advantage of her shock, and gently pushed it into her, to the sound of her shocked, but oh so quiet gasps and timid whimpers.

The sensation was immediate and euphoric. I groaned loudly at the snug fit, sweet triumph and an immense feeling of dominant power in my groaning voice, lewdly letting her know how good it felt.

“Ffffuck,” I groaned. “Ohh fuck yeah.”

“HhhhHHHhhhaaa,” she exhaled sharply. Deeply. Still in shock from the sudden and shameful loss of her virginity. At least, her anal virginity. You dirty girl. There’s no going back now. I hope you like it Laura, because another item has just been added to the menu.

“Keep playing with your pussy, you’re doing so good,” my husky voice told her, complimenting her submission. Letting her know that she was right to submit. And as if she wanted to take advantage before some pain came raining down on her, her fingers resumed their rubbing, circling around and between her pussy lips.

I gradually pushed, fractions of an inch at a time, making sure I didn’t ruin the experience for her by obeying my most primal urges, fighting them as I let out steadying breaths, while being more turned-on than I’d ever been before. The taboo of it got to me, and I felt the first pleasant seed of my inevitable orgasm plant itself with a wave of pulsing heat, right down to my big, full balls.

Just a hint of what was to come, that’s all. I let her adjust to my swelling head, happily nestled inside her asshole, while she continued to pleasure herself with slick fingers, the experience new, and so fucking hot. At least to me. But I didn’t hear her complaining. Not that much, anyway. There were some quiet, meek whimpers whenever I shifted on my feet, my fat head stretching her in a way she’d never even imagined she could be stretched.

She let out a deep breath, slightly tinged with that high-pitched, very feminine voice of hers, and I knew she was enjoying herself. “Don’t stop,” I said, encouraging her to give in to those cravings. To make herself cum. Jesus, with my dick in her ass. My cock flexed, and I grit my teeth, subtly pushing into her. I felt the unmistakeable resistance of her sphincter, somewhat used to my fingers by now, but completely unprepared for the head of my cock, and the thickness it would bring with it.

“Hhhhhaaaaa,” she moaned quietly, although her fingers only hesitated briefly, waiting for me to stop my impending penetration before resuming their sensual dance with her wet pussy lips. The scent of her wafted up to my nose and I quietly growled, taking a chance and momentarily obeying the primal urge within me. I gripped both ass cheeks and spread her wide open, then slowly thrust my hips forward.

She moaned sharply as the head of my cock, still slick with thick saliva, pushed past her sphincter with a smooth, firm, gentle driving thrust. She winced loudly, tensing up for a moment. “Shhh,” I whispered, closing my eyes to savor the tight, strangling grip her asshole had on my cock, now about 2 inches inside her warm hole. “You’re doing so good. You’re such a good girl.” She whimpered quietly. It drove me crazy, my arousal surging up my shaft to deposit a large deposit of precum inside her.

I brought my left hand up to my mouth and drooled a copious glob of spit out into it, then quickly rubbed it on my shaft where it stuck out of her ass, all around it and then rubbed it on her as I pushed in even further, lubricating her as I drove into her. Another inch. So warm. So fucking tight.

Her fingers slowed yet they still rubbed her pussy. She was slow and careful, still nervous. Scared. But not entirely hating the sensations my cock was giving her. I’m sure it was uncomfortable, but I was being as gentle as I could be, and I wasn’t about to stop now. I’d reached the promised land. I was fucking my teacher’s ass. Top of the world, Ma! To say I felt powerful was an insult to the word. This was beyond powerful.

I pulled back an inch or so and she winced sharply. Not in pain, but I’m sure there was some of that. When I heard her fingers on her pussy, and the wet sounds as they sped up, any concern I had that she was in pain melted away, emboldening me to really start the show.

I pushed back in, slowly, staring down at my shaft as the inch I removed, covered with the tiny bubbles of my spit, slowly disappeared back inside her asshole. She inhaled sharply, then let out a deep moan. Her shoulders slumped and she rested her cheek back down on the desk, wet squelching noises emanating from her pussy softly teasing my ears as she continued to pleasure herself.

I reached up and laced the fingers of my right hand through the back of her hair, gathering a big handful so I could yank her head back. Really make her feel degraded, in the ways I knew she secretly liked. The feel of her hair against the palm of my hand was so pleasant.

The sudden sound of her phone ringing was so loud, cutting through the heavy air.

She inhaled sharply, suddenly tensing up as she let out a surprised, almost frustrated groan. She stopped playing with herself and quickly reached across her desk, grabbing her phone, then let out a small, panicked noise. I sneered as the head of my cock slipped out of her asshole, and she inhaled sharply at the sensation as she leaned forward and away from me across her desk. I let out a growling groan of frustration, already knowing who was calling her.

“H-” she cleared her throat, her voice high-pitched, and suspicious. “Hello?” I exhaled, beyond frustrated to be denied after just getting started.

I stroked my cock, staring down at my slick head not an inch from her tight, pink hole. I grit my teeth and silently cursed her fiancé, shaking my head as I seethed. My right hand touched her right ass cheek and spread it open, but she tensed up again and straightened her back out. Fuck.

The mood was ruined. Whatever spell she was under had evaporated away like cigarette smoke drifting into the wind. I had the sudden urge to just stick it back in, and I almost did just that. Fuck.

My blood was boiling in frustrated denial. So close. So fucking close. I could barely hear her voice as she spoke to him on the phone, the pulse of my heartbeat loud in my ears.

I tried again, slowly and teasingly sliding my cock between her cheeks to hot dog her asshole with the underside of my shaft, hoping she would just hang up on him and let me have my way with her. I mean, she had let me stick it in. Why stop now? But girls weren’t like that. Not like men. We could compartmentalize the shit out of any fucking situation, and save that other shit for another day.

When she clenched her ass cheeks, I knew with frustrated certainty that the moment had passed. I blew out a breath, my cock angrily throbbing and flexing in my tight grip. Sorry, pal. Another time. I promise. A thought flickered for a moment and I immediately agreed with it and decided it was going to happen. I nodded subtly, then reluctantly pulled my jeans and underwear back up, sulking only a little bit as I focused on my new plan.

That fucker may have unknowingly cock-blocked me for the moment, but I was nothing if not persistent. His fiancé was mine. And I wasn’t about to lose her to him.

I took a long look at her naked ass as the pulsing in my ears faded, and was finally able to make out her timid voice as she answered whatever questions he was asking.

“Just finishing up,” she said, her voice quiet and apologetic. “Yeah. I’m…I’m leaving now. Yes. No, I won’t forget.”

I shook my head, feeling some sort of sympathy for her. I didn’t know what kind of dude he was behind closed doors, but I imagined he whiny and demanding, complaining like a spoiled fucking child until he got his way. And she’d cave. Always. It’s just how she was wired. I shook my head. I did not like the dude. Plain and simple.

But I liked his girl. I smirked as I looked down at her, her leggings and panties still rolled down, that perfect, small ass still exposed to me even as she told her she loved him. My girl. He just didn’t know it yet.

I patiently let her finish her sickly-sweet conversation, her face flushed pink with embarrassment as I watched and listened to her awkwardly and quietly tell him that no, she loved him more. He apparently disagreed, and this went back and forth until she was too uncomfortable to continue. Her voice was barely above a whisper when she finally told him goodbye, then ended the call and quickly pulled her leggings up, and turned to lean back against her desk. She eyes closed in embarrassment, and put her trembling hands over her face, as if to hide from me.

I pulled her in for an unwanted embrace, and although she tensed up, she was too mentally drained at the moment to do anything about it.

I leaned in close to her ear, inhaling the scent of her hair. “I’m coming over,” I said gently, but my low, husky voice had a finality to it, making my words a certainty. “Send him away. I don’t care what you have to tell him, just make sure he’s not home when I get there.”

Her body trembled and her breaths came out quiet and shuddering. I didn’t know what she was going to tell him, and I didn’t really care. I was a man of my word, and I was not going to let this day end without making good on what I’d told her was going to happen.

“See you soon,” I added, letting her imagination run wild. I placed my left hand on her right hip and gave it a couple of gentle pats. She didn’t pull away, too frozen to do anything but let it happen, her hands still covering her face. My right hand caressed the back of her head, and then I let it gently slide away. I firmly squeezed her hip, my fingertips pressing into the firmness of her skin through her leggings, then let her go, picking up my backpack and slinging it over my right shoulder.

I turned back to look at her when I reached the door. She stood there, shoulders hunched, hands still covering her face. My eyes drifted down her body and back up again, and with a smirk I swallowed, then opened the door and made sure the coast was clear. I heard the door latch click as I made my way toward the exit, frustrated but determined. Excited.

I absentmindedly tapped my right hand against the front pocket of my jeans as I walked out the exit door, feeling my wallet poking against my hand. I shut my car door and started the engine. I needed to make a stop at the store before I went home.