Classes

The next day proved mostly uneventful for Damien, though he did notice his art teacher giving him nervous looks throughout class. He half-heartedly tried to place her at ease by giving her a smile every time she looked at him. Other than causing her to blush and look away, it didn’t seem to help.

Damien was finishing up classes when he was approached by The Vice Principal again. This time she looked like a storm cloud.

Inwardly. He sighed. Outwardly, he smiled at her.

“Yes Mrs. Mason. What can I do for you?”

“Follow me to my office Damien.”

“I actually need to get out of here...”

She turned to look at him with a murderous look in her eyes.

“No, you will follow me now!”

Outwardly, he sighed.

“Alright.”

He followed her brisk walk to her office. Surprising, after he entered he realized they were alone and he wasn’t about to be expelled. Probably.

“Yes, Mrs. Mason, what did you need to talk to me about.”

“You know damn well what I want to talk to you about. You sexually assaulted me in an empty classroom and threatened me to keep quiet.”

“Umm, no ma’am. You pulled me into that classroom and practically pulled my dick out. I thought it was good for both of us, why are you saying it happened like that?”

She glowered. “Oh cut the crap Damien. I’m not here to record you confessing.”

“Record me? Why would I think you were trying to record me? Oh Jesus, what did you get me into? I don’t want to go to jail!”

She sighed.

“Again... no recording, but I see you don’t believe me.”

She looked at him, her eyes going from what must have been faux outrage to sultry nearly instantaneously.

“I want it again.”

“Excuse me?” He attempted to look flummoxed.

“Your massive dick. I want it. My husband just can’t compare. Ever since it was in my mouth, I salivate every time I think of it. I want it, but with one small change.

“What’s that Mrs. Mason?” He was already unzipping and pulling his dick out.

“I want it to fill my empty cunt. I want you while I sit on my work desk, and I want you to fill up my cheating cunt with your seed.”

Damien grinned, and reached out, his hands caressed her tits and he leaned in to kiss her.

She answered his kiss hungrily, but yelped when he bit her lip, which started bleeding slightly.

“I’m going to give you everything you want. But if your husband pays even a little more attention to you than you think, he’s going to realize that you just got fucked, because I’m going to make it obvious. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll find it difficult to stand. I’m going to hold your waist as I pound your cheating slut cunt in a grip so tight you’ll bruise. Hell, your pussy is going to be bruised. You’ll also need to wait before you let him fuck you, because your slut cunt is going to be so stretched that he’ll think he’s fucking a cherry pie.”

After his tirade, he had to peel her panties off, her fluids were keeping them stuck to her body she was so aroused.

Spreading her legs as she was sitting on her desk, his cock speared her married pussy in one stroke causing her to moan loudly.

For the next 30 minutes, Damien did everything like he said it. He abused her cheating fuck hole mercilessly on the desk, bent over her chair, bent over her desk, and even on the floor with her on all fours.

Mrs. Mason received 2 Loads in her cheating pussy, one load in her mouth, bruising on her waist and groin area, a bleeding lip, a Hickie on each breast and on her neck, and 3 text messages from her poor husband, who didn’t realize that her pussy was being ruined while he was at home cooking dinner for the two of them.

Damien left her a mess splayed across her desk, legs apart, and cum dripping out of her used and gaping pussy onto some poor student’s file.