Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“I thought Dr. Tommy had already asked someone to do that,” a man replied. “Normally, they do anything that man wants.”
My teachers. Two of them. Motherfucker.
Did the fact that there were two teachers on the other side of the couch, probably only ten feet away, stop the man inside of me from continuing his thrusts?
No.
Of course it didn’t.
In fact, I thought the fact that we might get caught was making him harder.
I got my confirmation on that thought a few moments later when he breathed in my ear.
“Does it turn you on knowing that I’m fucking you with someone standing five feet away?” he breathed into my ear.
Five feet?
“No,” I said as quietly as I dared.
But my nipples didn’t get with the game, and neither did my betraying vagina.
It’d sold me out for a ride on the Tommy Train.
I was slicker than ever, and knowing that someone was right there, that we could be caught at any moment, was enough to make me come again.
This time I turned my head buried my teeth into the skin of his arm, my pussy locking down on his cock so hard that I thought I might break his poor penis.
But he didn’t seem to notice the potential penis pulverizing. He was too busy coming, filling me up so full that I feared we might very well leak all over the couch.
What the hell was I supposed to do now?
And Jesus, why was he still moving? If he didn’t stop, I’d come again!
My toes started to curl, and I gasped, finally releasing my hold on his skin, I was coming again.
He stopped in the middle, and I bucked without conscious thought, urging him to keep going.
He growled almost sub-sonically.
I could feel it against my back, but I couldn’t hear it.
Though, that was likely due to the fact that my senses were focused solely on my vagina instead of self-preservation.
By the time we came to a stop, both of our hearts pounding a mile a minute, it was to see the two teachers exiting the front door of the college, the door shutting behind them with a loud boom.
I became aware of the awkward position moments after the door shut, and I sat up, ready to stand up, when he stopped me with his hands on my hips.
“Won’t want to move just yet,” he suggested, reaching for something.
My jacket.
“No!” I cursed, snatching the jacket away. “You can’t use that! It’s my only jacket!”
He started to chuckle, making my body jump.
“It’s not going to permanently ruin the jacket, woman,” he grumbled. “It’s going to temporarily make it dirty. You’ll wash it when you get home, and it’ll be as good as new.”
“I can’t wash a jizz jacket with my daughter’s clothes!” I hissed.
He snatched the jacket out of my hand, and placed it between my thighs, and then pushed me up, covering my entrance before he could leak out of me.
It all happened so fast that I never had the chance to refuse.
I stood there, staring at the wall in front of me, and wondered if it’d be crossing a line if I tossed the jizz jacket at his face.
“I’ll wash it,” he mumbled, taking in the look that was written all over my face. “And I’ll bring it back to you in the morning.”
“I’m working in the morning,” I mumbled, wiping myself up as best as I could with the small part of my jacket that didn’t have any zippers connected to it. “And I’ll need my jacket.”
“I know,” he informed me. “I’m working, too.”
“I thought Dr. Wild was working tomorrow…,” I hesitated.
“He was, but now he’s not. I offered to switch a few shifts with him to allow him to take his wife out. He’s on the verge of retirement, and he and his wife want some more time together, so he’s not all that hip on working as much as he used to.”
I bit my lip.
If I told him that I’d purposefully switched my shifts to Dr. Wild, he’d be pissed.
But it was the only way that I knew how to stay away from him! If I didn’t stay away, things like sex in public places happened!
He read the next look on my face, and his eyes narrowed.
“What,” he said, “Is that look for? What did you do?”
I bit my lip harder.
“I…”
He growled. “You asked for those shifts, didn’t you? You asked your mother to have you switched to Dr. Wild’s shifts. All this time I thought it was your parents’ doing, but it was yours.”
I nodded, worried now about the look in his eyes.
“Why?”
“Because you were on other shifts…” I said. “Why else would I want to switch?”
I knew the instant that he said it that he’d taken it the wrong way.
“You don’t want to be with me?” he guessed.
I nodded.
I didn’t…at least not yet.