His words are a direct shot to my pussy. At this point he could ask for anything and I'd give it to him. My thighs clench and my body contracts wildly.
"Oh, God. You feel so good," I hear myself saying shamelessly. A whimper slips from my lips. My clit is aching for release and I don't know what he's waiting for.
"But right before my balls tighten up, and I'm two seconds from coming on your face, I shove my cock inside your sweet little cunt and fuck you senseless."
My skin prickles with heat and my eyes lock with Mr. Vaughn’s. We're both quiet, breathing into each other while we digest what he just said. He's my teacher, and he's told me how he's imagined having sex with me.
"Oh, Lexi," he says under his breath.
This changes everything.
"Did you like it?" I dare to ask.
Sitting up closer, Mr. Vaughn presses his chest to mine and threads his threads his fingers through my hair, bringing my mouth to his. "I haven't been able to get you out of my mind since then," he says on my lips then kisses me deeply.
Reaching for his hand, I grab his wrist and lift my hips without breaking the kiss. My hand slides over his and I guide him right where I want him.
"Please," I say, sitting on his palm. He growls when he feels my wetness. I shoot a quick glance over my shoulder at the clock to mark the time then look back at him. "Make me come, sir."
CHAPTER FOUR
Leo
I’m still in shock that I’m doing this to one of my students. It’s insane, and filthy. Disgusting beyond belief, like I’ve known it would be from the very first moment I considered it. Still, I can’t stop myself. I’ve been thinking about nothing else from the moment the kinky little elf confessed her fantasies to me and stared at me from her bedroom window. I couldn’t stop. She’s far too intoxicating with that sweet little smile.
I knew she’d been with other boys from the very first second she let herself go in my hands. She knows how to kiss and she knows how to play and she knows how to grind, but there’s more than that. There’s a little sacred gemstone waiting down deep in her, ready to be claimed.
Lexi is still a virgin.
My sweet little student is still a sweet little untouched flower who hasn’t truly known what it’s like to be taken.
I’ll most certainly be the one to claim her.
I’m still quite surprised by her bravery as she takes my hand and moves it against her. Not only has she pushed her mouth to its limits by confessing all to Santa on his lap, but she’s pushing her body now, moving against me like a horny little bitch for more, more, more.
Yes. Lexi is indeed a horny little bitch.
I can imagine her there at night, in bed, thinking about my filthy jacuzzi time with Betty Richards, with her dirty little fingers working her pink bud of a clit. I can picture her teeth pinching her sweet bottom lip, breaths ragged as she thinks about my dick ploughing another woman like a beast – whichever holes I want to be taking.
Whichever holes of hers I want to be taking.
That’s the truth of it, too. I’ll take every prize she has to offer me, considering just how much risk I’m putting into claiming it.
Her eyes are so pretty as she stares at me, grinding just enough on my fingers to drive herself wild. She wants to come, and she wants me to touch her bare skin while she does it. She’s been thinking about this fantasy right from the start, I can see it written all over her. She’s been desperate for the truth in it. Desperate for me.
"Touch me the right way," she whispers.
She won’t be having me yet though, not until I drive her wild to her limits, chewing her mind over at the thought. Hungry.
“Stop it now, Lexi,” I tell her, barely more than a grunt as I push her aside.
Her eyes are wide and shocked, and it’s incredible, just how pretty she can look when she’s so fucking nervous.
“What, sir?” she asks, and her voice is barely more than a meek little whisper, bravery all gone.
“You’re dismissed,” I say, and mean it. I point her away. “You’re dismissed, Lexi. Go to your desk, please.”
“But, I…” she begins, but trails off.
I flash her a smile.
“Who’s in charge of you in this classroom, little girl?” I ask her, and her wide eyes are still palpably nervous.
“Y…y…you, Mr. Vaughn…”
“Yes,” I tell her. “Exactly, Lexi. I’m in charge of this classroom, and I’m in charge of the little girls in it, especially you, do you understand me?”
She manages a nod. It’s divine.
“Yes, sir. I understand you.”
“Good,” I say, and my smile turns into a smirk. “It’s well-behaved girls who get their Christmas presents from Santa, you know, little one? Maybe if you’re a very, very good girl today, I’ll reward you at the end of lessons.”
She’s trying to comprehend me, I can see it. Her expression is a rabbit caught in headlights, not quite sure just what is coming for her. I love that.
She’s a butterfly mix of different beauties. Nerves meet bravery, meet filth, meet innocence. She’s one delicious honeypot of all of them, blurring together.
I want to taste every single part of her.
“I mean it,” I tell her, my voice lower. “I’ll reward you at the end of lessons, but only if you’re a very good little girl for me today.”
She’s nodding, cheeks blushing, even though she hardly knows what she’s nodding for.
“Yes, sir,” she says. “I’ll be a good girl, but does that mean… does that mean…”
I can see the words catching in her throat, struggling to voice themselves.
“Say it,” I hiss at her. “Good girls talk to their teachers.”
Her lower lip practically trembles with the strain.
“Does that mean you’ll take my virginity?” she asks, and my balls tighten so nicely. “If I’m a good girl, will you really be the first one to fuck me?”
I cast an eye on the time and it only confirms just how close we are to lessons beginning. I tip my head and look her up and down, as though she’s a tender piece of meat my mouth is wet for.
“How about you be a good little girl and you’ll find out what your reward is?” I say, and I’m sure my eyes must be twinkling with the filth in my head.
She gives just the slightest nod, and scutters away from me just a tiny amount. It’s not far, but it’s enough to see just how short that nice little skirt of hers has ridden up her thighs.
I’ll be seeing a lot more of her thighs later.
“Dismissed,” I say again and take great joy as she flusters, picking up her books and backpack before dropping her sexy ass at her desk.
Her breaths are still ragged and horny as her classmates start to arrive.
The first lesson goes slowly, but purposefully. I shoot her filthy, heavy glances every chance I get, pacing around the room, closer and closer, only to step away again with a smile on my face.
I watch the idiot boys in the room watching her, clearly slavering over the thought of taking her pussy. She's a gorgeous girl, always has been. It makes me feel every bit the playboy inside that I’ve always been, heading up the line when it comes to men seeking their fill with dirty, hot looking women.
Lexi is a picture of beauty – one of the prettiest creatures I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing.
She really is my Christmas present far more than I’ll ever be hers… she just doesn’t seem to know that yet. What a dirty little angel she is with such meek little scraps of belief in herself.
Lexi’s eyes are on me right the way through that hour, fingers tapping a pencil against the desk as her cheeks stay bright, rosy pink. I’m sure she’s barely able to focus on the lesson happening around her, her dirty little thoughts on all the dirty little thoughts she’s ever had about me… and all the dirty little thoughts about just how good it felt when I touched her.
She leaps out of her seat when the bell sounds for the end of class, ne
rvous enough that she seems to be actually shuddering. She scoops up her things, loading up her backpack before she dares to look at me, eyes wide on me for my next instructions.
I shoot her another smirk before I clear my throat and call her out in class, nice and loudly.
“Miss Dawson! I’ve had no homework from you again this week. Do you have any excuses?”
Her mouth drops open as people stare, and I can see that sharp little brain of hers ticking.
“I don’t, um…” she begins, and then it clicks into place. Her eyes widen some more. “I’m sorry,” she tells me. “I’m really sorry. I forgot it.”
“Forgetting your assignments isn’t good enough,” I tell her. “There is only one option for bad girls who don’t respect their studies.”
I can hear the ripple of nudges and whispers around her, other students gossiping and laughing. She looks… embarrassed.
“I’m sorry…” Lexi begins to say again but I hold up a hand.
“You can apologize in your after-school detention later,” I tell her. “I expect to see you here after the bell, nice and prompt.”
Those wide eyes are focused on mine so fucking hard, digesting what I’m doing. Her rosy pink cheeks are rosy red cheeks by the time she slings her backpack over her shoulder and darts out of the room. She’s almost through the doorway when she shoots me one final glance over her shoulder, and that’s when I see it all over again.
The girl is a desperate, kinky little girl who’s been thinking about my dick inside her for a whole damn year. My balls tighten to a fresh new tune as I sit there, at my desk, because I know what I need to do about it, beyond all doubt…
I need to live up to her expectations.
The rest of the lessons through the day are okay, but pretty standard. The kids are the same kids, chattering in the same way, excited about Christmas in the same way they always are at this time of year. I do my job, trying to instil as much knowledge into their festive brains as I possibly can do, while still keeping an eye on the time.
The day goes by so fucking slowly, and my balls get so much fucking tighter. I should've made her suck me off for putting me through this torment.
I’m more than ready for it by the time the final bell sounds out through the corridors and the school springs into end of day life as students get themselves ready for home. There’s a flurry of commotion outside my room, students from the last lesson darting right out amongst it as I wave them goodbye with a homework tomorrow, please announcement.
The door closes and the room goes quiet. I grab my balls and give my cock a good tug in hopes of letting it breathe a little. The school comes alive and goes to sleep again in one crazy little tornado, and I'm left fucking aching and ready to blow at this point.
All I can focus on is Lexi and what I want to do to her.
I’m right at the heart of it as the world unfolds, and then… a little tap, tap, tapping at my door as a good little girl comes to her after-school detention, just like she’s been told.
“Come in!” I shout, and my voice sounds heavy.
Little Miss Dawson is more nervous than I’ve ever seen her when she steps inside. Her knees look like they’ve been knocking together as she edges on in and drops her backpack alongside her on the floor.
“I’m here for my detention," she tells me, and I can see the wavering in her, still not quite able to believe this is really going to happen. “I came back just like you told me, Mr. Vaughn. For my detention. My detention, right?”
That’s when I can’t resist it anymore.
I sit myself down on my desk with my arms folded across my chest and a smirk, nice and dark and dirty on my face.
I look out of the window and watch calmly as the buses gather up their students ready to leave and the school day winds down to nothing, and then I say it. I deliver the truth she is still struggling to believe in my voice.
“You’re not here for detention, little girl,” I tell her. “You’re here so I can fuck you like the dirty little bitch you want me to make you.”
Oh, the amazement. The horror. The fascination. The desire.
She struggles to speak. Struggles to do anything but stand and stare. I take a seat in my chair and spread my legs wide.
Clicking my fingers, I point to my lap and she’s on autopilot, inching closer with tiny little paces until she’s right at my feet, like this morning, but round two. A much harder one.
“You’re going to give me every one of your tight little holes, you know that?” I ask her. “You won’t just get one Christmas present from filthy Santa, you’ll be getting three.”
She nods. Even though she’s nervous and shocked to all hell, she nods at me.
Her smile is intoxicating, beyond any drink I’ve ever had.
“Yes, please, Santa,” she whispers, her voice husky. “I’ve been a very good girl who deserves all three.”
Oh, her voice. The twinkle in her eyes.
It turns out that Lexi Dawson really has been playing out some fantasies in her mind after all.
Her panties have soaked through to her thighs already by the time I slip my fingers underneath her skirt.
CHAPTER FIVE
Lexi
My lips part in surprise.
I want him to slide his fingers over my clit and stick them inside me while I ride his palm into oblivion. I inch closer hoping to get what I want.
"Please," I beg, his knuckles skimming higher up on my thigh. He doesn't stop and I whimper, hoping he gets the hint. His thumb glides over my panties in a tantalizing way and he rewards me with a groan.
"Have you been like this all day?"
"What do you mean?"
His thumb circles over the top on my pussy then strikes a swift flick to my clit. I gasp, my hips rearing back on their own accord, delighting in the pain it caused to ricochet through me. He grabs my thigh and brings me back to him to stroke my clit again. My heartbeat rises and I gasp in pure rapture as heat zips down my spine.
"Your clit is sticking out."
Mr. Vaughn's words flame my cheeks and cause my pussy to drip. I knew it was because I'd been horny for my teacher all day long and I couldn't do anything about it. I just didn't know he'd feel it and know why too.
Pouting my lips, I frown before I attempt to ask him a question when he says, "This pleases me. Tell me, which hole do you want me to fill first?"
Oh, man. I thought he'd never ask.
Instead of telling him, I reach between my legs and grab a hold of his wrist, guiding him to my pussy. He hisses under his breath at the wetness and cups me hard. A moan vibrates in the back of my throat and that earns me a good, hard rub on my sensitive clit. My knees weaken and they almost buckle.
"Jesus fucking Christ. Your cunt is so swollen."
Before I understand what's happening, Mr. Vaughn is dropping to his knees and dipping his head under my skirt. I hear him draw in a breath as his hands grip my hips and yank me to him. Jagged teeth scrape up the center of my pussy and a jolt goes through my pelvis. I thread my fingers through his hair, squeeze, pull his head into me.
"Oh, Mr. Vaughn," I moan and lift my knee to give him access. His tongue slips out and drags a wet trail up my pussy until he's stroking my clit with the tip of his tongue rapidly over my cotton panties. I want him to move them aside with his tongue and lick me indecently. It'd be so daring and hot. "Don't make me co– " I sigh, unable to hold back any longer and feel myself leaking down my ass. The pleasure is too good already that my body is simmering on the edge. My leg comes down on his shoulder and my other knee gives out. I'm not used to feeling like I'm soaring in the air from foreplay.
Mr. Vaughn is quick though and slides me up onto his desk he already had cleaned off before I walked in here. Hungry hands push my skirt up my waist as he takes a seat in his chair. I lift my knees and place my heels on his wooden desk, shocked this is actually happening. He leans between my legs and inhales the air like it's some type of magical potion.
"I've been dying to taste your pussy and feel you on my tongue."
My eyes go round. "You have?"
His thumbs massage my swollen lips as he stares between my legs. I can hear the wet sounds my pussy is making.
"I'd go to jail if I ever admitted how long I've wanted you."
His admission shocks me to the core. I had no idea he felt this way.
"How come you never tried to be with me before? I've lived next to you for ever. It would have been so easy."
A groan leaves his throat like he's lost in thought. Reaching inside one of his desk drawers, he holds up a pair of shiny scissors. My brows crease together and I frown, wondering what the hell he's doing.
"I've imagined unwrapping your untouched body many times…" he says, and I'm absolutely speechless. "But I had to wait until you were eighteen because I knew once I got a hold of you, that I'd want more and I wasn't going to chance that. Now hold still. I've been waiting a long time for this moment."
Swallowing thickly, Mr. Vaughn brings the scissors to my waist and cuts the elastic on my panties. He doesn't stop there. He keeps going until the cool blade is moving over my mound and toward my pussy. My lips part as a breath lodges in my throat. I don't move as he angles the blade over my slit and down my ass. He cuts the fabric at both hips and a gasp of air bursts from my throat. I watch as his blue eyes flash with lust and his nostrils flare. I have a pretty dark and full bush that I was debating on shaving and now I wish I had. It looks massive and slightly embarrassing. My knees try to pull together but he stops me.
"Hold still, I said," he bites out, and I don't move. "Spread your legs and let me get a good look."
My heart is bursting against my ribs, ready to jump from my chest at any second. Swallowing thickly, I say with a shaky voice, "I've never been so… exposed before."
His eyes flash to mine, narrowing. "What do you mean?"
"Ah, just that I've never sat in front of a guy with my legs wide open this close to his face."
Mr. Vaughn's eyes lower and a curl twists at the corners of his mouth. I feel the warmth in my belly spread. "No one has seen your pussy," he corrects. I shake my head and pull my lip in and bite down.
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