It had never bothered him; how you preferred to keep your bush on (not that he had a say in it), on the contrary, it excited him if anything else. 

He liked to burn of hair against his pelvis, the feeling of you wet and messy with juice and come mixing together. That’s why he now had you sit on his muscled legs, thighs on each side of his hips as he just watched you whine and try to rub yourself on him.

“Little fuckin’ pussy, all wet and tight around my cock. Y’think I should give her attention, doll?” He asked, his hazel eyes lifting up to the expression of your face like he wanted to see and hear you beg. Your thighs were shaking, two orgasms denied already and juice leaking from your entrance to drip down to the fat of your ass and into the crack just to stop at his balls. Ben’s hands were strong and firm as they kept holding your hips so you wouldn’t move and give yourself pleasure. One of your hands curled through his hair, tugging on the strands as if to push him closer, trying to kiss him. He clicked his tongue on his palate, shaking his head. 

“What do you think you’re doing, kid? Want dad to make you feel good again? After you have been so bratty all day long?” He said, and your eyebrows furrowed at his words. “Ben—Don’t call yourself that, it’s so disgusting.” The words leaving your mouth only made him smirk because he truly could care less, and he knew the title made your right hole clench anyway. Like your body couldn’t deny the fact that it liked it. It liked Ben being disgusting and icky. “Your pussy loves it, doll.”

Your back arched as if to melt your body against his own, hips trying to rub and jiggle just to feel his throbbing cock deeper inside your hole.

He indulged you, strong hands shifting your hips just to lean his head toward your glistening pussy, spitting another fat glob of saliva right against your sensitive clit. The drool dripped to the hair resting at your puffy folds and around, adding wetness for you to rub your bundle of nerves against his own bush. “Ah! Yes, please, Ben…” He chuckled at the words, shaking his head. “It’s dad to you.” You whined, closing your eyes before rolling your hips once more. “Dad—Please…” 

Ben then hummed, his fingers burying themselves in the fat of your hips just to help you rub down. Your gummy walls clenched around the girth of his fat cock, you swear to feel the veins running all the way to the length throb inside you, pre-cum mixing with your essence.

Your bush created a friction against his skin as you rolled your hips to find pleasure. All Ben did was watch you whine like you wanted his help, but his head only rolled against the leather of the couch. What an asshole, you thought to yourself; letting you do all the work like he couldn’t just grab you and fuck you.

You ignored him, well, did your best to. It was hard when your clit rubbed against the patch of hair above his cock, harder when you felt warmth coursing through your lower belly again and gasped, thighs burning and shaking from the effort. Only then did Ben speak up. “Want to cum? Want to cum around dad’s cock like some sort of icky girl?” He asked, voice loud enough for you to hear it and have your dripping hole clench around him.

His hands tightened their grip on the fat of your hips and you nodded. “Yes, I—I want to come, now… Please!” Sweat rolled down from your neck to the dimples at your lower back, your muscles contracted as you felt the orgasm trying to course through you. You only fastened the grinding of your hips then, mentally begging Ben to let you come finally. But a loud curse escaped you when he suddenly grabbed your thighs, stopping you from moving anymore, denying your orgasm for the third time now. “Ben, no! Please, fuck!” You whined loudly, upper body folding toward his chest as he shushed you quietly.

“Now, doll, that’s not how you ask for what you want. I fuckin’ taught you about being polite, didn’t I? Your fuckin’ generation and saying please, swear to God.” he groaned as he watched you, your eyes becoming all teary from being denied once more. Your walls clenched around his fat cock, you swore to feel his pre-cum ooze out of his tip to mix with your juices at the feeling of your sloppy pussy gripping him tight.

Both your hands moved to his shoulders to stabilize yourself as he groped the fat of your ass, suddenly. His strong hands spread your asscheeks apart, his cock sliding deeper inside your hole.

You could feel his mushroom head kiss gently the skin of your cervix, bringing both pain and pleasure through your body. Ben’s hazel eyes lowered to the state of your pussy; glistening bush pressed against his own pubic hair, messy, puffy and wet folds gripping his cock to keep him inside you like you didn’t want him anywhere else. “Lean back. Let me see that mess of a cunt.” He groaned, hands shifting your hips to angle them forward just so he could see himself inside your cunt, how your hole was stretching around his girth, the wetness creating threads to connect your bodies. Saliva and juice pooled at your clit, making the view more perverted.

Ben groaned at the view, licking his lips before looking back up at you. “All that for dad’s cock, fuckin’ icky girl. Look at your pretty pussy and that pretty bush. S’fucking making me throb. Want me to fuck you full, don’t you?” You immediately nodded at him, but remembered all too well how he had treated impoliteness before. “Yes, please… I want you to fuck me, dad.” 

He groaned at the words leaving your mouth before nodding and his hands moved to your thighs to pull you back correctly on his cock, making you feel him all the way inside. A gasp left your mouth, making him smirk and he only replied by thrusting his hips up to slot against yours. “Ah! Mh, fuck, please…” You whined at him, not caring about how embarrassing you must look at that moment, truly needing him to fuck you. 

Ben didn’t stop at that, his hips immediately taking a fast pace as they thrusted up against yours. His cock rubbed and hit the spongy spots inside your sloppy cunt, creating squelching noises that echoed inside the empty room. Your juice smeared around, wetting your bush and his own, creating a friction that almost burned. His groans and grunts hit your ears, making your walls clench, and his pace faltered for a second.

“Fuck, keep clenching that pussy ‘round dad’s cock, yeah? Show me how much you love when I fuck you.” He spoke, but you could only nod your head in answer.

Your hands moved, grabbing at his shoulders and down to his biceps as if it could help you stay up. His mushroom head kept hitting the spot at the entrance of your hole, making you moan out each time. Your body was begging for a release, the muscles of your thighs were burning and aching for a new position but Ben kept going, nuzzling his fat cock inside your cunt. His ballsack kept hitting the skin of your ass, creating slapping noises that sounded so perverted. You could feel your wetness running all the way down to his base, making your skin sticky against his own. 

Ben’s head rolled against the leather of the couch once more before he moved it just so his eyes could lower to your hairy pussy; watching his fat cock disappear inside your hole. A creamy white ring of come had been created at the base of his cock, smeared into his pubic hair and yours. 

He didn’t say anything, too busy focusing on fucking you, his hands moving to your hips and his digits tightened their grip on the fat there. He kept pulling you back down onto his cock each time he thrusted up, not letting you do any work, using you like his personal fleshlight. Your body bounced, his balls sticking to your ass, his pubic hair brushing against your very sensitive clit as you started to roll your hips to add pleasure. One of his hands lifted up to the back of your head just to tug on your hair, making you wince in pain. 

Your eyes looked up at his face just to see him already watching you; his lips parted and eyebrows furrowed. “Fuck—Let me see that pretty face when I make you come, doll. Need to see how much y’like it.” He said, and your own lips parted just for your tongue to stick out, for saliva to drip from the tip of your tongue in a fat glob, hitting the skin at the valley of your breasts.

Ben groaned at the view, nodding his head. “You disgusting girl, what d’you want? You want dad’s cock? His finger?” A nod of your head was enough for Ben to let go of your hair, just to shove his finger inside your mouth.

His digit pushed against your wet tongue and you immediately closed your lips around his thumb. His other hand kept helping you down on his cock as his strong hips thrusted up, cock rubbing at your sweet spot. “That’s it, good girl, taking dad’s cock and finger so well. You were made for that, aren’t you?” He spoke as you sucked on his thumb eagerly, moaning his name as he slotted his cock inside you, making your pussy gush and leak down his shaft. One of your hands moved to hold his wrist so he wouldn’t put his digit away, your tongue rolling around the warm skin. The view of you like that made Ben fasten his thrusts, making you bounce harder.

You cried out around his thumb, tears forming at the corner of your eyes, drool dripping down your chin as you sucked on his thumb. Ben hissed as he watched tears slowly roll down your cheeks, his strong hand shifting your hips and angling them toward his body. The new position made his fat mushroom tip hit directly onto your g-spot, making you gasp loud. Your free hand moved to hold onto his shoulder like you had done before, and you tried to push his hand away from your face, but he clicked his tongue on his palate. “Keep suckin’ on that, kiddo. Let me see how you’d like to have my cock in your mouth next.” 

You had no other choice but keep his digit inside your mouth as he thrusted back to slot his cock deep inside your dripping pussy. Louder squelching noises echoed around the room, your wet pussy clenching around his cock as he kept rutting his hips up. Ben groaned, eyes lowering to the clearer creamy white ring at the base of his shaft that your pussy had created, both of your bushes glistening with come and wetness. 

Suddenly, Ben pulled his thumb out of your mouth and you were able to moan his name back, crying for release as big tears rolled down your cheeks to mix with saliva. You were a mess; muscles aching even more than before, sweat covering your face, breathing labored from the efforts. 

Your walls clenched tightly around Ben’s cock when he pressed his wet and warm thumb against your slick clit. Your body squirmed at the feeling, an overstimulating sensation coursing through you; you gasped. “Mhpfhhpf, Ben! Ah, too much!” Ben only started to rub and circle your bundle of nerves after your reaction. “Too much? I thought you wanted to come? Want me to stop?” He groaned, mocking you through his actions and tone. You shook your head, lips parted wide and head becoming dizzy. “No, I—I want to come!” You replied to him, rolling your hips to feel both his cock and digit.

“Then be a good fuckin’ girl and take it, I know you can. Y’can be good for me, yeah? For dad?” He asked, making you cry out as his tip rubbed against your g-spot once more. He started to thrust up toward this spot specifically, making you gasp non-stop, and more tears rolled down your cheeks; you felt his fat cock throb inside your cunt at the view he had of you.

“Yes, yes, yes! I can be good!” You replied with a shaky voice, both hands lifting to the back of his head, fingers running through his strands and tugging on them. The tug was so sharp that Ben hissed and his thumb rubbed harder against your slick clit, his cock slotting itself deep inside your dripping pussy, kissing all the nooks and crannies of your gummy walls. 

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as his hazel eyes lifted up to your face. “About to come, aren’t ya’?”, he asked before looking down at the mess you were creating on his cock.

“Fuck, if only you could see your little cunt squeezing me up. Bet she wants me to stay all the way inside.” He grunted, words perverted and disgusting as they hit your ears, but only made you clench harder. A warmth started to spread around your belly, your muscles burning as you felt your orgasm showing the tip of its nose. “Ben—Dad! Going to come, please!” You said, rectifying yourself before he denied your orgasm again.

His hand on your hip tightened, his thumb on your clit rubbed faster as your walls clenched once again. “That’s my fuckin’ girl. So polite, aren’t you, baby? Go on, come on dad’s cock, make a mess for me.” He hissed and it sufficed you. Your lips parted wider, pupils blown out as you looked at him. He never stopped the stimulation of your clit as you came down his cock; the orgasm was strong and violent. Your whole body squirmed and twitched, and you tried to push yourself away from him. “God, god! Too much, please!” You cried, but Ben only groaned, his hips thrusting up harder for his cock to hit your g-spot. Your upper body folded against his chest as you drooled.

Your brain was empty of thoughts as he kept fucking you, pace relentless, overstimulating you. The muscles of your thighs contracted, your pussy clenched hard. “Fuck, that’s it, sweet little cunt… M’going to fill her up, yeah?” You were unable to reply, saliva dampening the fabric of his suit that he hadn’t bothered taking off. His bulbous tip rubbed against your clenched gummy walls, hitting your sweet spot on purpose. Ben was completely overstimulating you now, his thumb never stopping the circles around your clit, keeping pleasure course through your body. 

You felt another type of warmth course through your body as Ben cursed, his eyes focused on your cunt—and suddenly, you were squirting all over his cock. He didn’t even seem surprised as he kept thrusting up, juices flowing out of you to drench his hairy cock, balls, hips and the leather of the couch. Loud squelching noises were created his cock thrusting in and out of your sloppy, dripping pussy. The essence coated your thighs, your bush and made it glisten, as Ben finally stilled inside your hole. “Here is it, baby, dad’s cum. All warm and ready for you.” He groaned at you.

His hips stopped moving, cock slotted all the way inside you as his thick, warm cum filled you up. His balls tightened, the muscles of his thighs clenching and you gasped; your body convulsing slightly as you felt his semen against your slick gummy walls, dripping back down to the base of Ben’s cock just to pool there after kissing your cervix.

Neither of you moved afterward, just breathing loudly before you watched the made-up soldier extend one arm to the side, grabbing a blunt from the side table, putting it between his lips. You’re about to move off of his lap but he looks up at you, shaking his head while lighting up the joint.

“Stay here. Your pussy’s warm, I like it. Want to watch my cum make a mess in your bush.” He just says, and you cough when he exhales the smoke toward your face, smirking. You can smell the weed from it, making you scrunch your nose.

“That felt good, uh? Bet ya’ liked calling me dad while I fucked you.” His words bring shame and embarrassment to you, but your sensitive walls clench around his cock without you realizing, feeling his semen slowly drip out of your hole. Ben hum then, smoking lazily on his blunt, looking at you with half-lidded eyes and a sweat-covered face. “You made a fuckin’ mess.”

You can only roll your eyes at his words, making his strong hand slap on the skin of your ass, the fat bouncing from his action. A gasp leaves your mouth at the sharp sting his hand leaves on your skin. “Hey, that’s so mean!” You voice at him but Ben only exhales more marijuana smoke toward you, making you cough.

“Don’t be fucking impolite, doll, or I’ll fold you in two on this couch and fuck your cunt until you beg me to stop.” 

your eyes widen at his request and heat rushes to your cheeks, much to leon’s amusement. you can’t help it though, knowing that he’s able to see right up your skirt at the flimsy panties you have on and the small damp spot that has definitely seeped into the fabric after you spent his entire lecture fantasising about him 

“how?” you whisper, feeling utterly filthy as your hand brushes up the inside of one of your thighs. tiny little bumps scatter over your skin with the soft touch and it sends a shiver right down your spine towards your already aching cunt, causing you squirm on the spot with anticipation

you know how to touch yourself but something tells you that it won't be as simple as he's letting on. leon touches you like you're his, like he owns you. he bruises you, marks you—always leaves you coming back for more—nothing is ever that simple with him and he confirms your suspicions straight away 

“slowly—i’m gonna talk you through it,” he grunts and he leans forwards to slide his hand under the hem of your skirt before he flips it upwards to properly expose your clothed pussy, “leave them on, wanna see 'em soaked,” he says, eyeing your already very wet panties with fervor

the material sticks to your body, contouring and outlining your cunt from your perky little clit right down to your steadily dripping hole but you’re not struggling on your own because leon is failing to hide the thick bulge that's straining against the zipper of his pants as he grinds the palm of his hand over it

your own hand—the one that isn’t disappearing high up between your thighs—presses into the surface of the desk allowing you to lean back as your fingertips begin to ghost over your clit, prompting a current to fizzle up your spine and bathe your body in the sweetest kind of pleasure 

“oh god,” you whisper, jaw slack and frowning slightly. your cunt clenches feebly around nothing while you go around in even circles that have a never ending wave of slick spilling from your hole, “l-like this, is this what you want?” you ask when you look up at leon, only to find him undoing his belt in a hurry

it’s wrong—so wrong—that you’re searching for praise from your professor. it’s addictive though, leon is addictive. he’s handsome and smart, much older than yourself and you can’t get enough of him and, well, he’s always so willing to praise you when you’re doing what he asks of you 

“yeah—good girl,” he groans and bucks his hips upwards to shove his slacks down his thick thighs. his cock frees itself of its confines in the blink of an eye, standing stiff and leaking profusely as he takes it into his fist and starts to jerk himself off lazily, “keep up with me,” 

you nod before you really realise that you’re doing it. you’re too busy ogling him and wishing that he would just lay you down and sink into your heat—fuck you well and good and take his frustrations out on you—but, you find yourself nodding and trying your best to do as he says anyway

leon makes no attempt to speed up or slow down his movements right away though, leaving the room to fill with the noise of your stuttered gasps and his rough grunts while it remains slow and drawn out. it’s not enough but too much all at the same time, the entire situation, his words, your fingers, everything makes you throb

more. you need more and until leon makes that decision for you, you’re stuck with less. you consider begging—he’d probably love that—but before you can blurt anything out, his fist shifts over his cock faster. it’s barely noticeable and maybe you’re just imagining it but you swirl your fingertips faster too

heat blossoms in the pit of your stomach and reaches right to the end of every single one of your nerves over the slight change. your eyes snap shut and the tip of your tongue gets trapped in a pinch between your lips all while your thighs twitch and stick together momentarily 

you’re soaked now, sticky over the soft skin of your thighs and you’re not sure that your panties could get any wetter if you tried. the fabric has darkened and the friction of it against your clit starts to become overwhelming, forcing scratchy whimpers from the back of your throat as you wince

“take ‘em off now,” leon hisses as he swipes the pad of his thumb over his slit. you don’t ask how he knows what you were about to ask or how he was able to pick up on your discomfort before you did, you just do as he says and store your questions away in the back of your mind for later 

hooking your thumbs under the straps of your panties, you shove them down your legs frantically. cool air rushes over your pussy and causes you to shiver as you kick your feet in an attempt to free your underwear from your ankles but in a flash, leon reaches out and snatches them up

he balls them up into his free hand, groaning internally when he feels how damp they are and then he drags open a drawer on his desk with a dull creak and drops your panties right into it before he slams it shut, “let me see that pretty little cunt, show her off to me,” he orders—as if he didn’t just steal your lingerie 

it takes a second for your brain to process what you just saw him do but when he grunts impatiently, you move. the sole of your shoe squeaks against the edge of his desk as you pull one of your legs up until your cheek is almost grazing your knee and you’re spread wide, just for his viewing pleasure 

you study him carefully, watching while his tongue darts across his bottom lip like he’s hungry for what he’s seeing. his cock tenses against his palm with want and blurts out a generous dribble of precome that slides down his length and over his knuckles, adding to the sheen that’s already there 

gently, you use two fingers to stretch yourself even wider. a singular wet sound fills the otherwise quiet room as your needy hole pulls taut and the pool of slick that was building just inside of you starts to spill over and gush until it’s dripping into a little puddle on the top of his desk

it’s not the first time you’ve made a mess there—and it probably won’t be the last—but it doesn’t feel any less dirty, even though you know that leon will reassure you later that it’s completely fine and it definitely won’t create a stain, right before he murmurs that he wouldn’t even mind if it did anyway

“fucking hell—tease her,” leon growls, still focused on the futile clench of your pussy and the shiny trails that paint across your skin, “don’t touch inside—not yet—tease her like i do,” he adds and unfortunately for you, you know exactly what he means by that and exactly what he wants to see

the same two fingers that were baring your cunt for him slip lower and trace around the outside of your entrance at a pace that matches the stroke of leon's fist over his cock. you moan wantonly at the contact to where you’ve been needing it most this entire time and that seems to spur leon on

“faster angel, rub it—uh huh—like that,” he groans and squeezes lightly at his heavy balls with his free hand when you don’t need to be told twice. your fingertips drag desperate circles around your glistening hole, making your muscles tense and your hips roll in search for more, “lemme see how wet your fingers are,”

once again, you don’t need to be told twice but you whimper at the loss of contact while you hold your hand up in the space between your bodies. strings of slick connect your two digits, hanging and snapping as you part your fingers and then press them back together over and over again 

“i want—no, need—more, sir,” you whisper and bat your lashes, knowing full well that calling him that will get you anything you want. leon is weak to it but only when it’s tumbling from the tip of your tongue and riddled with an innocence that you know he can’t ever say no to, “please,” you whine, for good measure

leon’s composure slips, just like you expected it to. his hips jerk and send his cock through his fist at a rate that makes his teeth audibly grind together, “shit—fuck—yeah, okay, just one finger though,” he grumbles the last half of his sentence when you giggle over getting the better of him and getting what you wanted out of it 

“thank you, sir,” you quip and earn yourself a quick glare for it before his eyes flicker to where your middle finger is already sinking into the tight clutch of your body, eliciting a whimper to scratch in your throat as your head tips back and your teeth sink into your bottom lip

your walls squeeze around you, wet and soft, sucking your finger deeper in a moment of greed. your chest rises and falls in whiny pants while you draw your finger out slowly and then slide it back in. truthfully, it doesn’t feel half as good as when leon does it but it does the job when you’re so wound up 

the spring in your stomach winds, pulling at your spine until it arches enough to press that soft little spot that’s deep inside of you into the pad of your finger, “oh my god,” you shudder and indulge yourself in the feeling, rubbing ever so gently over it in the way that leon taught you how to 

“feel good?” leon asks roughly. his chair starts to creak monotonously and it piques your interest, bringing your half lidded gaze to him. the noise is caused by his hips jackrabbiting upwards, fucking his cock through his own hold with reckless abandon while you nod at him, “yeah, i bet it does sweetheart,” 

his words make you gasp and before you know it, you’re plunging your finger into your body to keep up with him. it feels impossible to even try, his hand is flying over his length with filthy slick sounds that echo the ones coming from between your thighs but you’re moving on pure instinct and it feels just right

“fucking—god—prettiest little thing i’ve ever seen,” leon groans and maintains a level of eye contact that makes your face burn red. he’s not interested in watching you fuck yourself right now. no—he wants to see pleasure painting across your face, the twitch of your brows and the silent oh that your lips gets stuck in

it’s depraved in its purpose, meant to make you feel like you’re putting on a show for him and you are. the more you think about it, the more your pleasure seems to build with him watching and getting himself off to you—like he’s unable to fulfill that need when you’re not around to satiate it 

any words that you want to say, curses or begs for something you don’t even know that you want yet, die somewhere between the air in your lungs and your mouth. cotton wool fills the free space in your head, suffocating your brain so that there’s only leon and a sense of euphoria swimming through your veins

but, of course, leon knows that. he’s smart, academically and seemingly when it comes to you. it’s as if he can see your thoughts, your desires, and they must be enticing enough because within the space of a rather sluggish blink of your lashes, he goes from sitting in his chair to hovering right up over you 

his free hand winds around your throat, not pressing but just holding you while he forces you to look up at him. your eyes soften with him right there, you can feel it happen and you can’t find it in yourself to be even the slightest bit embarrassed about it as tears start to prick at your waterlines 

“my favourite angel,” leon sighs as he dips closer to lick along your bottom lip. he’s not kissing you, more just marking you than anything else, “gonna add another finger for me—give her what she wants before i do?” he hums, smirking something awful as you react to the fact that he’s going to fuck you afterwards

“yes—ohmyfuckinggod—yes,” you cry out and start to work a finger alongside your middle one before your body is prepared for it. the ache is welcomed though, the stretch is delicious, and if you weren’t struggling to think, you’d wonder how leon always knows when you’re ready for more 

however, more can’t come soon enough for you. under leon’s heavy gaze and with his fingers stroking softly over the sides of your neck, paired with you being able to fuck yourself properly—finally—your orgasm starts to simmer throughout every part of your body 

you’ve never been able to make yourself come like this, not this fast. leon can and he always does, whether it’s over his tongue, because of his fingers or around his cock. he can push you to the edge and right off of it before you can even realise it’s happening and now, he’s doing it without really touching you at all

somewhere distant it registers in your mind that he’s stopped touching himself too. he has a hand around your neck, his thumb brushing over your drooly chin, and his other hand slides over yours where it’s pressed into his desk, his fingers intertwine with yours and it’s because of that simple gesture that you’re done for 

tears slide down your cheeks and sobs rip through your body. you’re incapable of doing anything that isn’t ruining yourself for leon’s entertainment. you try to tell him that you need to come, that you’re going to come but nothing comes out that he can understand—or, so you think

“you’re gonna come, huh?” he asks, his voice dripping with warmth and honey but he doesn’t give you a chance to answer before he’s teasing, “oh my sweet girl, already?” he pauses to lean in and kiss the tip of your nose, “just needed it so badly—i know—you can come for me angel,” 

on the next thrust of your fingers, a fire unleashes in your stomach. white bursts behind your eyelids as you clench them shut and then fireworks explode to replace the white, hot, sensation. you’re choking on your moans, stuck halfway between crying and trying to scream, which leon fixes in an instant 

his lips slot over yours like he was made for you, swallowing your noises and coercing you to breathe whilst he mumbles soft praises that you can’t distinguish against your mouth. heaviness overtakes your limbs, your fingers practically fall out of your wrecked pussy with a wet pop before you sag in leon’s hold 

the coolness of his desk brings another chill to your skin as he lays you down carefully and slots himself between your thighs. his large hands grasp at the back of your thighs and his fingertips dimple into your sweat and slick damp skin as he pushes your knees towards your chest

he half smiles and half smirks down at you when you blink up at him through tear soaked lashes. he’s in a far better mood than he was when you started, which means that you’ve done your job perfectly and now, as the blunt head of his cock starts to split you open, it’s time for him to do his

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