January-First Day of Classes: Mr. Howard fucks Leah missionary

"Get in my fucking chair!” he growled releasing his grasp on her neck and pushing her toward his comfortable office chair.

Leah turned to face Mr. Howard as she sat awkwardly in his chair. She was both scared of him but also scared of what others might hear beyond the door. She was worried Amber and who knew who else might be hearing all this. He moved her body like putty, pushing her legs up and back in a modified missionary-style position. He loved seeing her naked form on his chair, even if he was pissed he couldn’t help but admire her figure as he moved his stiff cock to her slit. She wasn’t exactly wet from his treatment and it took him a moment to shove himself inside her fully. He pulled his shirt and jacket out of the way as he leaned forward over her, his cock moving deeper inside of her.

Mr. Howard shoved himself into Leah’s pussy, feeling her squeeze tightly around him as he fucked her carefully on his office chair, hot breath in her ear. He found it ironic that the only thing she was wearing was her engagement ring. He lowered himself over her until she could smell his aftershave. He was going to take his time. "You don't want to kiss me, huh?" he taunted as his stiff cock moved deep inside. Each thrust was a reminder of how in control he was, and in that moment at least he loved the look of helplessness written all over her. She didn't answer, just gritted her teeth, and that only encouraged him more. With a cruel grin spreading across his face, he moved his hand to her throat, gripping it sensually yet viciously as he choked her and then released.

He stopped and sneered over her, letting her know who was in charge.

"Was it really worth it?" he laughed. "Risking everything just to not kiss me back?" With that, he started fucking her harder.

He picked up speed, pulling her against him roughly. The sounds of skin on skin filled the room, and his taunting grew even more relentless. He released his grasp on her neck and let his hands travel over her body, feeling her curves, leaving marks that would remind her throughout the day of this little "meeting." He moaned loudly as he enjoyed Leah's pussy, taking pleasure in her humiliation.

He loved the power he had over her, and he made sure she knew it. He stayed inside of her, thrusting deeply, making sure her shame was complete.

Her humiliation was nearly complete, her degradation absolute, as he took what he wanted from her without care or concern. She was letting herself be fucked by him, the sound of his body slamming into hers filling the office like a taunting reminder of how far she had fallen. Her mind screamed in protest even as her mouth remained silent, stifling her cries to avoid being heard by Amber or anyone else. She was terrified that one wrong move would unravel everything, and she was determined to keep this horror contained. Leah was trapped, and Mr. Howard knew it.

Mr. Howard wanted to remind Leah of her position—how he held the keys to her tenure at the school. He held that video from her old porn career that could destory everything she loved. He pulled his manhood out of her and moved her roughly to her knees. He stroked himself in front of her with one hand. With his left hand he grabbed her hair at the base of her neck and brought her face close to his glisening cock.