Plowed from behind

Ione’s eyes flash fire and she snarls, “Bend me over the desk and fuck me like a bitch in heat!”

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, so I spin her around until she’s facing the desk and right up against it. I unzip one side of the skirt the rest of the way and toss it on the floor. Her feet are already a nice distance apart, so I don’t have to worry about that. Her hair is short, but there’s enough of it to grab, so I get a good strong grip before pushing her firmly down on the desk. She makes a small startled noise, but I ignore it.

“You want to get fucked like a bitch in heat?” I ask her. I stick two fingers into her cunt, palm-down. She’s even wetter now than she was earlier, so wet I can hear them squelch, but I realize something this time that I didn’t earlier: even though her fucktunnel is flooded with her juices, she’s incredibly tight. I have to push to get two fingers in, and I can feel them stretching her pussy open. Ione mewls, then mewls louder when I rub her G-spot. I lean over and say softly into her ear, “Yeah, you’re ready, aren’t you.” I rub her sweet spot a little harder, and she moans. “You’re thinking with your pussy now—it’s calling the shots—and you want this. You need this.” I straighten back up and settle my cockhead just in her flowing cunt mouth. This is going to be like Holly all over again. “You’re going to get it,” I say. I pull hard on her hair, pulling her head up and back, drawing her spine into a taut arc, and slam my hips forward, driving my cock balls-deep in her pussy in one blow.

Ione lets out an explosive gasp, then small ragged sounds as I jackhammer her pussy. I don’t even pause after the first thrust, but immediately start fucking her at full speed. I may have gotten stronger since I fucked Holly, or maybe I just have a slightly better angle, because I can feel much the same resistance in Ione’s tight little cunt, but it isn’t slowing me down to speak of. I can feel my cockhead forcing her fucktunnel open, and I can feel her walls gripping my cock as I pull out, but nothing hinders my relentless pounding. I can feel the jolt in my hips every time I slam into her ass, and the loud smack it makes seems almost to echo in the office. With her back arched taut, I may be deeper in her than I’ve ever been in a woman—my balls don’t even have the chance to swing, because they hit her quim before I’ve even quite finished my thrust. I can see the concussion shaking her body as I piledrive her cunt again and again and again.

Ione’s pussy is hot, incredibly wet, unbelievably tight, and taking me unprecedentedly deep; 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, you bastard! Take me so fucking hard—take me with that big fucking cock! Fuck me into the desk like a little fucking slut! Pound my tight little pussy with that big fucking cock until I cum—AAAHHHHH—FUUUUUUCK!”

I trigger Ione’s scream when I reach down, capture her button, and pinch. Her orgasm hits as I’m thrusting, and I ram my cock home for the last time as her cunt walls pulse and spasm around me. That sparks my own orgasm, and before I finish my thrust I’ve already fired the first rope of cum deep into her molten core. Both our climaxes are explosive; I hose down her pussy with an amazing amount of spunk, while her body goes completely wild around my prick. Hers just keeps going and going, longer than either of the previous two, though her scream fades well before she stops writhing and thrashing.

When her body quiets, Ione lies there breathing hard. I rest in position, because my prick is slow to shrink; she wriggles her ass as it slowly recedes from her pussy. Just as I’m getting ready to pull out of her and collapse, 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 pull out and drop into her chair; 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?”