Well she had to leave, didn’t she?

I leaned against the brick wall of the little recess that hid the janitor’s closet. Good memories of this spot. I plan on making some more very soon.

My dick was not quite hard, but well on its way, and I let out a deep breath when I heard the faint sounds of sneakers, squeak squeak squeaking on the floor of the hallway. Getting louder as they came closer. The footsteps were quick. Either from being eager to leave, or eager to meet me. I smirked at both options.

The footsteps slowed as she got close to our hiding spot. I just closed my eyes and smiled when I heard them stop. When I opened them, she was still in the hall, across from me as I leaned back against the wall. She was looking at me with a mixture of worry, fear, and something else. Expectancy? Was that it, Miss Laura?

“Hey,” I said with a charming smile. “Need something?” I said it to mess with her. You’re damn right, she needed something. She opened her mouth to say something, her eyes suddenly prepared to shut me down. But her mouth just would not say anything. She just couldn’t do it.

Go ahead. Tell me to go fuck myself. Tell me to go to hell. But you won’t. You can’t. I smiled as her confidence, or her version of it, faded like a sneeze that went away, leaving a slight burning in your nose as your eyes begin to water. Hers were wet. The feeling must have been similar.

I peeked out from behind the short wall that hid me from the rest of the hallway, and saw no one. Alone again, together. Just how we liked it. She didn’t need to tell me. It was understood. I already knew. We both did. She simply looked down, shoulders slumped in defeat. Resigned to it.

I slowly reached my right hand out and took her left, making sure I touched that engagement ring With my thumb, rubbing it as I gently pulled her out of view and toward me. She smelled amazing, as always. I pulled her in close as she suddenly tensed up, her steps robotic and ****. Yet she didn’t pull back. Didn’t push me away or yank her hand from mine.

However morally wrong and inappropriate this was, her body knew it was right. What it needed and wanted. Submitting to me. I pulled her in close and kissed the side of her neck, to which she did lean away. I smiled as I put her hand against my bulge, now most impressive as it knew the time was almost here. She resisted that, making quiet sounds of **** to touch me there as I **** her hand against it.

“I want your mouth on my cock,” I gently said as I licked her left earlobe. She inhaled sharply, her right hand suddenly pressed against my chest in a feeble act of defiance, obviously not expecting to hear those words. Not expecting to like hearing it. I smirked as I sucked her earlobe between my lips, but she pulled her head away and it popped out of my mouth.

I grit my teeth as left hand grabbed her throat, gently squeezing the resistance from her. I felt her swallow against the palm of my hand, her eyes wide open and alert, locked onto mine. I pushed her against the wall and her hands came out to stop her, softening the blow. My fingers stayed gently but firmly gripped around her throat as I slid my right hand down the front of her leggings to her crotch. She squirmed and instinctively arched her back, inadvertently sticking her ass out into my crotch, which I pressed into her.

She swallowed again, frantically trying to squirm away, but only managed to grind back against me as my bulge nestled itself in between her ass cheeks.

“You like it like this?” I asked, my lips right against her ear as I pressed my dick against her ass firmly, my fingers wedged between her legs as I rubbed her pussy through her leggings. She made a high-pitched, sharp moan that barely came out as I just barely squeezed her throat. Just enough to get her going, like I knew it would. Her breaths came out quick and sharp, like she was trying not to breathe at all but her lungs just couldn’t hold them in.

“HhUHH,” she moaned as my fingers pressed against her pussy, then bit her lower lip to stop herself. God, her pussy was so fucking warm.

“Does that feel good?” I playfully asked her, my voice quiet but demanding. “Did it feel good last night?” I bluffed, taking a wild shot in the dark, hoping I was right.

“Hhohh God,” she quietly moaned, shame dripping from her heavenly voice, giving away a secret she never would have told anyone. Oh Jesus. She did. She fucking played with herself last night. My cock flexed powerfully as I pressed it into her ass, the thin fabric of her leggings the only thing keeping me from that tight hole.

“Show me how you did it,” I said as I let her go, already unbuckling my belt. She quickly spun around, her eyes staring up at mine in disbelief. Did I really expect her to do that right here? Right now? Yes, I fucking did.

She looked at the ground, her eyes frantically searching it for an answer that wasn’t there. Her little act was cute, but there was a time and a place. And right now I expected compliance. I grabbed her left hand and firmly lowered it to her crotch. She resisted as best she could, her eyes pleading as she tried to shake her head, mouth open, unable to utter even the word ‘no’.

That’s all it would have taken. But deep down she wanted to feel it again. Why else would she let me slip her fingers inside the front of her leggings. Inside her panties. She kept going when I let her hand go, knowing that I wouldn’t stop until she did what I made her do, and I watched with lustful, hungry eyes as her fingertips disappeared inside the waistband.

I let out a loud, deep breath as I tugged my jeans down and grabbed my cock with my left hand. My right hand was on her left shoulder pushing her down. Her eyebrows wrinkled and her wet eyes looked up into mine, asking ‘you really want to do this?’

The hungry, serious look in my eyes silently answered, and after her submissive nature overrode her shame, her fear, her morals…she lowered herself down to her knees.

My hand was on top of her head as my left hand fed the head of my cock to her lips, parting them quickly as I pushed it in between them. I sighed loudly as the underside of the head slid past them and across her tongue. She made a small whimper, but as I watched her hand already moving inside her leggings, I knew this was what she wanted. To be used. Used by me. Oh God, it felt so fucking amazing. This power. Whatever it was. I was addicted.

“Mmmm,” I hummed as I pulled back and quickly got into a smooth rhythm, holding her head in place while I pumped my hips, gently fucking her mouth. She was too inexperienced to take control and blow me, but I didn’t need her to. I was beyond turned-on, my cock fucking itself across her wet tongue as it stimulated the underside of my shaft. Her lips suckled as my dick slid in and out of her mouth.

She inhaled sharply, the combined sensations of my dick in her mouth and her fingers rubbing her pussy too much to hold in.

“You like that, bitch?” I asked, my voice huskier than a moment ago. She made a small sound at my question, reacting to my vulgar question how I knew she would. She liked being talked to that way. I dared to push my cock deeper into her mouth and she gagged a little, but didn’t try to stop me. Her hand had her pussy humming, getting wetter by the second as she learned what she liked. I pictured her playing with herself last night while her bitch ass fiancé slept, completely oblivious that she was doing it for me, and me alone. Because I told her to.

I groaned as a surge of precum rose up my shaft and felt like it squirted into her mouth. She tried to suppress a high-pitched moan as she no doubt felt it on her tongue. Tasted it.

I pulled my cock out of her mouth and she instinctively swallowed. Good girl. Good fucking girl.

“Let me see that fucking tongue,” I said. She swallowed again, my sticky precum mixed with her saliva to coat the back of her throat, which she cleared before swallowing again. Her glazed over, confused eyes looked up at me. I closed my fingers around the messy bun on top of her head and firmly tilted her head back.

She timidly opened her mouth, lips glistening with my juices, and stuck her trembling tongue out. I pulled her hair back and she opened wider, sticking her tongue out more. That’s better, bitch. Fucking beautiful. I stroked myself slowly, pointing my cock straight up and bent my knees, lowering my balls onto her warm, wet tongue. I sighed as the warmth of her tongue stimulated my big, full balls, her uneven, shaky breaths hot on the skin of my sack. Jesus fucking Christ, this girl.

Her innocent eyes were wide with a fresh, embarrassed look of confused, corrupted arousal. Not liking it but liking it. Her fingers flew inside her panties, frantically rubbing her pussy lips, desperately trying to make her feel what I made her feel. With my hands. With my mouth. With my tongue. Her fingers must have felt like a poor substitute to her, but it would have to do for right now. She was learning her way around her body. She’d get better. More confident with those fingers.

Her eyes closed tight as I quickly stroked my cock, my big ballsack rubbing against her tongue as she held it there, like a small platter to rest them on. I sneered down at her face, unwilling to watch me enjoy her. Yet her fingers danced inside her panties as if the feel and taste of my balls, and the quiet, unmistakably sinful sounds of me jerking off in her face were fuel for her own slowly building arousal. Her inexperience again turned me on, that cute face with her eyes shut tight and her tongue out. Her mouth was contorted into a mask of mild disgust. But her quickly rubbing fingers told me that maybe she liked how disgusting it all was.

I grit my teeth, and with a groan I dragged the base of my cock down across her tongue, making sure she licked every fucking inch from base to tip. She made a noise of disgust as I slid my meat back into her mouth, yet closed her lips around the head like a seasoned pro. She was more comfortable with this. I grabbed my dick and pumped it slowly, milking more precum into her mouth as it surged up my shaft.

She kept her eyes closed, unable to look at me. At eyes which stared right back down at her. I sped up my strokes when her hand moved even faster. I didn’t know if this turned her on like it did me, or if she was simply trying to finish herself off quickly, but I wasn’t complaining.

“What a good, little cocksucker you are,” I said with a whisper. She inhaled sharply at my rude compliment, making a surprisingly pleasant moan of…appreciation? Did she like that? “You like sucking this cock?” I asked again, too far gone to be polite? The side of my index finger grazed her lips as I slowed my strokes. She was trembling, her breaths uneven as they became louder. “Huh, bitch?”

“Mmmphh,” she quietly moaned. That sound of shamefully enjoying something so vile. So naughty. So sinful. But she couldn’t help what turned her on.

“You keep sucking me like that and you’re gonna make me cum, Laura,” I said, saying her name as a lover would, my voice low, but not as calm as I’d meant it. I was getting close. “Is that what you’re trying to do?” I groaned and closed my eyes when the suction of her lips tightened. She said not a word, but the high-pitched whimpers she squeaked out answered my question. Yes and no. She wanted it but at the same time most certainly didn’t not.

I let go of my cock and held her head with both hands, pulling her head to me as I bucked my hips. I quickly made her blow me as I fucked her mouth, unable to feed her more than a few inches without her gagging. Yet she continued to suck, her wet lips and tongue making noises around my shaft that stirred my balls.

“Fffuck,” I whispered, and and her panting breaths came fast in and out of her nose. She knew I was going to finish, and finish in her mouth, and the quick, whimpering moans of disgust mixed with a lustful _yearning _made me want to do it that much more. My cock flexed as the head of my cock swelled.

“Mmmphh!” She moaned, high-pitched. Her lips sucked hard and she froze, and I knew she was cumming. Oh God. It was too much. Oh fuck yeah. With a grunt I started cumming in her mouth, my hands holding her head in place while my hot load spilled across her tongue in quick waves of pleasure. She gagged and coughed, cum and spit erupting all over my shaft and onto the floor. In her nose as they lightly splashed her in the face, yet still her rubbed herself as if it the pungent seed filling her mouth drove her own orgasm. She quickly closed her lips around my shaft again and let me use her, my hands making her keep blowing me as she tried to bob her head through gags of disgust.

“UHHnghh!” I grunted again and again as my balls emptied themselves. She let a loud, long breath out of her nose, followed by several deepening breaths when the most powerful part of her orgasm had passed.

My own had already ended, but I continued to make her suck me. For her own benefit, as it seemed to calm and smooth her. Give her something to focus on as she desperately tries to sail through the last gentle, fading waves of her orgasm. I didn’t want it to fucking end.

I looked down at the mess on both of us, and winced as her lips kept suckling on my suddenly sensitive head, then I quickly pulled out of her mouth, panting as I almost laughed. She immediately spit it all out onto the floor, then kept her head down as if she was disappointed in herself. I stroked her hair to let her know there was no need. She’d get used to it.

She shook her head at the floor, eyes closed as she hocked the spit and sperm from the back of her throat. “Sorry,” she quickly and quietly apologized, her voice filled with shame. Embarrassment, yet dripping with an obvious eagerness. A promise to do better.

I couldn’t help but look down at her in mild awe. Apologizing again for not swallowing it. I could fucking fall in love with this girl.

I quickly unzipped my backpack and reached in, sneaking a glance down the hallway to make sure no one was there. All good. I reached in and pulled out a T-shirt and wiped my dick off, gritting my teeth at how sensitive it was. Especially the head. I handed it to her and pulled my jeans up, zipping them back up and buckling my belt.

I helped her to her feet as she held the shirt to her face, taking her time like she didn’t want me to look at her. To see her with cum on her face. Degraded. Used. Cocksucker. Sinner. Cheater. Blasphemer. I smiled as she hid her face, quietly clearing her throat, no doubt tasting me. I like all those words. I liked them a lot.

I saw the glistening fingers of her left hand and couldn’t help myself. I took her hand and kissed it, at once smelling the feminine, alluring scent of her pussy on them. I loved it. She tensed up and finally dropped the T-shirt onto the small puddle of cum she had spit out on the floor. She dared to look at me while I kissed each fingertip of her left hand. Her eyes were so confused. Why did she do it? And how on Earth could she enjoy it? Her eyebrows were wrinkled with worry as I looked right back at her, licking the tip of her finger before I took it between my lips to taste her.

She quickly sobered up and pulled her hand away, and I knew immediately that she was scared. She had a future with a man who had no idea the things she’s been doing. With a student, no less. It must have been terrifying, the fear of being caught. The shame of it all.

She quickly knelt down and wiped at the mess on the floor.

“Thanks, Laura,” I said as I looked down at her. She stopped for a moment, not looking up. Not really reacting in any way. I nodded at the top of her head. That’s okay. You don’t need to thank me back. I know you enjoyed it too.

“See you tomorrow,” I added playfully after I picked up my backpack and along it on my arm. “You can keep the shirt.”

I gently pat her on top of her head as I slowly stepped into the hallway, then let my hand slide off her head, firmly dragging it so her head tilted. She almost lost her balance and pulled away from me, then turned her head away.

“You look good down there,” I said with a charming smile. She cast her eyes down to the floor, at her hand on my shirt as she wiped up my cum. Her spit. I made sure she heard my hum of amused satisfaction as I left, confidently walking back down the hall.