Kelly’s demand

“How many times have you fucked Brianna? Tell me the truth, sir. I’m good at spotting lies.”

What do you say? The girl knows. Low or high, or the truth. The truth.

“Four.”

She looks disappointed, as if she was hoping for more. Then she perks up. “But you’re fucking her regularly, aren’t you, sir. How often?”

“Once a week. Every Sunday.”

She stands up and leans over the desk. “So, here’s my proposal. I won’t tell anyone what you’re doing with Brianna, as long as you’ve fucked me more times that you’ve fucked her. Understand? Every time you fuck her, you must fuck me.”

She looks so gorgeous leaning over the desk, her oval face gleaming with her plan. You can’t resist. You reach out, grab her tie and pull her towards you. And you kiss, a deep passionate kiss, lips clashing, tongues twining, saliva exchanged. When you break, you’re both panting.

“I guess that’s a yes,” she exclaims.

“I suppose you want to start the catch up now?” She nods. You stand up, head to the door and lock it. “No-one can hear what we’re doing in here, but we don’t want anyone walking in on us.” She nods again. “Now come here and get my dick out.”

She approaches eagerly, falls to her knees and quickly fumbles your flies open. As soon as your semi-hard dick emerges, she’s tugging it, licking it, kissing it. It responds to the affection. It hardens even more when she slips it into her mouth. You groan in appreciation as she takes it deeper, when she rolls her tongue over the head, when she pushes it against her cheek. You start to rock your hips, forcing it deeper, tantalising her gag reflex.

You lean down and start to unbutton her blouse. She takes the hint. She unbuttons from the bottom. You unbutton from the top. You push the blouse open to reveal her pale skin and her white bra. You lean over, sliding your dick deeper into her mouth than it was before, but mainly so you can reach round her back and unhook her bra. It falls away to reveal her plump tits. Free for you to grope, for you to feel their soft weight, for you to tweak her hard nipples.

You pull out and place two fingers under her chin to guide her to stand. There are rivulets of saliva staining her chin. You push her to sit on the desk. Then you lift her skirt and pull down her white knickers. Her slit is puffy and damp with arousal. It fills the room with the scent of her desire. You can’t resist. You lean down and lap. Your tongue runs across her folds. It digs out the nub of her clit and plays with it. She fills the room with the sound of her appreciation.

Enough of the foreplay. Now for the main course. You stand and direct your cock to her slit. You run it through her folds. You flick its head against her swollen nub. You line yourself with her love hole.

“So, let me get this straight. You’ll tell Miss Coventry I’m fucking Brianna unless I do this.” And you push yourself inside her. Although sodden, although enflamed, for a moment her pussy resists your entrance. Then it parts. And both you and her moan your appreciation.

At first, she can’t take your entire length. A few deep, hard thrusts and you slide all the way in. Your balls hit her ass. Your cockhead kisses her cervix. And the deeper you go, the deeper her moan of satisfaction, until your cock fills her completely.

“I’ve got to do this three more times?”

“No, four times. You’ve fucked her four times. You have to fuck me at least five. You’ve only fucked me once so far.”

“Four more times. Can you take four more times?”

You’re instinctively rocking back and forth inside her, just feeling the friction of her sodden velvet insides sliding against your sensitive shaft. Not hard. Not frantic. Just a gentle slide. But that’s already making her voice stutter in pleasure, flushing her chest with her enjoyment.

“Yes, I can take this. I can take this.”

“Are you sure?”

You lean over, grasp her throat, and use that connection as your pivot. Long, hard thrusts. Pulling out. Pushing in. No mercy. And her moans of joy turning into screams of utter pleasure. You’ve seen videos of rough fucks; well this surmounts them all. You’re giving no mercy to her pussy. You’re pounding it. You’re dominating it. If this girl wants to threaten you into sex, then you’re going to show her what real sex is like. She wants to be in control. No, you’re owning her. After today she won’t dream of any cock other than yours, she won’t dream of any lover other than you. After the first time, her priorities changed from getting expelled to getting fucked again. Well, you’re going to show her that was the right decision.

“Oh, God. Oh, no. Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Oh, God.”

And she cums. Her legs kick as she loses control. Her breasts bounce. Her stomach jerks. Her pussy spasms. You don’t relent. This girl wants to blackmail you. Well, she’s learning what blackmail means. She’s learning what real sex is.

Is she crying? Crying in joy? Crying in pleasure. Her body is your toy. Her pussy is your main source of entertainment. Your free hand slaps one of her tits. It bounces with the blow. She moans as much in pleasure as in pain. Then you wrap both hands around her neck and you pull her towards you. Each thrust has been pushing her away. Now she’s drawn to your groin, to the join between the two of you. You can thrust even harder. You can claim her more completely.

Her second orgasm is a shivering, quaking, uncontrolled dance of her body. It fills the room with her incoherent screams; words lost in shrieks of joy. If the runes weren’t there, the whole school would have heard her. But the runes are there, and the only person hearing her break is you.

Your balls boil at the domination. They churn. You push yourself as deep inside as you can. And then you release, pumping your seed inside her. And her screams, are screams of acceptance. The two of you remain there like statues, the only movement the convulsion of her stomach as her womb accepts your seed. You stare into her beautiful green eyes, and all you see is her lost in pleasure and lust, the perfect reflection of your own emotions.

Finally, you step back. You pull out. Satisfied for now.

Her pussy is red after your abuse of it. Her thighs are wet with her juices. Her face is flushed red with her emotions. Her breaths are deep, causing her plump breasts to rise and fall.

“You want three more like that?”

“Yes, just like that. I thought I’d found the perfect vibrator, but nothing, nothing compares to you, sir. Nothing.”

“Well, I don’t think you’re up to another one now.” Neither are you. “So, how about Saturday. You come over for the night, and I’ll get you up to date.”

She nods. Then stops. “Not your place, sir. My father, he tracks my phone. If I spent the night at your place, he might know.”

“So, what do you propose? I come round to you?”

“No, he’ll hear me. He’s bound to hear me. No, a hotel. When I’m mad at him, I sometimes spend the night in a hotel. You book a hotel, sir, and you fuck me three times, and I won’t tell anyone you’re fucking Brianna.”

You reach down, pull her into seating position and kiss her. A passionate kiss, to tell her you agree.