Pussy Licking

Them gripping my hair and slowly bobbing my head, I try to touch them but they just tut at me "no no baby, your pretty nails are wet. Just let me use you. No touching"

“Can I check my grades?” – I want to fuck.

“Yes, you can.” – Nobody’s here, we won’t get caught.

He locks the door behind her. Pushing the girl up against the wall he kisses and gropes her. Needy hips grind in the air. The teacher pulls her shirt open and squeezes her breasts. She strokes his hard cock through his pants while she lifts up her skirt. Grabbing a handful of her ass he spits in her open mouth.

His saliva on her tongue is another coded gesture. I’m going to use your mouth. She slides downwards, pulling out his cock. Gripping her pigtails, the teacher thrusts past her lips. Even with his firm hold the student’s head bumps against the wall. She gags. His cock slips from her mouth. Smacking it on her face is another sign. I’m ready to fuck you.

Still holding her pigtail, he walks her across the classroom floor. She crawls and whimpers as he yanks her along. Bringing her to his desk he pulls her upright and bends her over

“Did you do your homework?” – Have you been rubbing your cunt?

“Yes, I hope I did good.” – I’ve been edging to make myself wet for you.

The teacher pulls open her thighs and inspects her work. Her cum trickles down her leg. Fingering her pussy, he stretches out her hole. The student jolts when he smacks her ass. Another whimper follows another hard slap.

“You’re a fucking slut.” – There’s no secret message. The educator states a fact.

“Yes, dad!” – A sudden silence. Fingers still deep in her hole, she realizes what she said.

She blushes and bites her tongue. Embarrassment rushes through her. More cum runs down his hand from her leaky pussy. “I’m your teacher, not your dad.” Another spank across her bum. “I’m sorry! It was a stupid mistake…” The girl kicks her feet, humiliated and horny.

“Don’t lie to me.” Her teacher rubs the head of his cock against her bare pussy. “You got turned on calling me your dad.” The student gasps and pushes her hips back, desperately burying him inside her. She’s still in denial. “No! I was just a dumb little girl! It was an accident!”

The man spanks her hard, turning each asscheek pink. The girl bounces her pussy on his cock. “Is it because I give you so much attention? Because I’m older than you? That’s why you see me as a father figure?” Whimpering, she starts to crack.

“Or is it because I treat you like a whore? Because I spank you? Face-fuck you? Cum inside you?” The teacher grabs his student by the throat, choking her and pulling her close. “Is that what you want from a daddy, you little slut?”

She breaks. Cumming on her teacher’s cock, the girl begs. “Yes yes yes daddy daddy daddy…” He grips her pussy, sliding in two fingers alongside his thick cock. “Please be my daddy… please please please…” He agrees by filling her up with his cum.

The girl lies on the desk, their mess splattered all over the inside of her skirt. A new secret code for them to share.

My favorite outfit is this tiny little skirt that barely covers my ass and a tight tank top that's always threatening to let my tits spill out. Every time there's a "big play," I jump up and down, making sure my breasts jiggle just right. I can feel all their eyes on me, even when they're trying to pretend they're watching the game.

The best part is watching them try to hide their erections from my daddy. They'll suddenly need to adjust their position on the couch, or grab a pillow to cover their laps. Sometimes one of them will "accidentally" drop something so they have to bend over, trying to discreetly rearrange themselves. Daddy's so clueless, just focused on the game while his friends are all getting hard for his little girl.

Last week, I "accidentally" spilled some soda on my shirt and had to change right there in the living room. I made sure to take my time, slowly pulling the wet fabric over my head so they all got a good look at my bare breasts. I thought Mr. Henderson from next door was going to choke to death right there on our couch.

Daddy just laughed and said, "Kids, right?" while all his friends shifted uncomfortably, trying to hide how turned on they were. It's such a power trip knowing I can make all those grown men so flustered with just a little bit of teasing.

Last Sunday was different. Mr. Henderson, the one who looked like he was going to choke on his beer when I changed my shirt, followed me into the kitchen when I went to get more chips. The moment I stepped through the doorway, he was right behind me, pressing the door closed. The noise from the living room suddenly seemed very far away.

"You've been a very bad girl, haven't you?" he growled, his voice low and rough. He was so close I could feel the heat coming off his body, smell the beer on his breath. He trapped me against the counter, his hands on either side of me, caging me in. My heart was pounding in my chest, a mix of fear and excitement.

"I don't know what you mean," I whispered, but I could feel myself getting wet already.

He just chuckled, a dark, predatory sound. "Bouncing around in that little skirt, making those tits of yours bounce for everyone. Teasing all of us while your daddy sits right there. You know exactly what you're doing."

His hand came up to my throat, not squeezing, just holding me there, making it a little harder to breathe. "Bad girls need to be punished," he said, his other hand sliding up my thigh, pushing my skirt up. His fingers brushed against my panties, and I couldn't help but gasp.

"Please," I whimpered, not sure if I was begging him to stop or to continue.

"Please what?" he asked, his fingers tracing the edge of my panties. "Please stop? Or please punish you like the little cock tease you are?"

I didn't have to answer. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and pulled them down, letting them fall to my ankles. Then he turned me around, bending me over the kitchen counter. I could hear him undoing his belt, the metallic clink making me shiver.

"Since you like bouncing so much," he grunted, positioning himself behind me, "let's see how much you bounce when I'm fucking you."

He entered me in one hard thrust, and I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. He was bigger than I expected, stretching me open as he started pounding into me. Each thrust pushed me against the counter, the edge digging into my hips. It was rough and painful and so incredibly good.

"Is this what you wanted?" he panted, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back. "You wanted all of us to fuck you? To use you like the little tease you are?"

I could only moan in response, pushing back against him, taking him deeper. The sounds from the living room—cheers, groans, the announcer's voice—created a strange soundtrack to our forbidden encounter. The risk of getting caught, of daddy walking in at any moment, made it even more thrilling.

He reached around to rub my clit, and I came instantly, my body shaking with the force of it. He wasn't far behind, thrusting hard one last time before filling me with his cum. We stayed like that for a moment, both breathing heavily, before he pulled out and quickly tucked himself back in.

I pulled up my panties, feeling his cum already starting to leak out of me. He straightened my skirt and gave my ass a hard slap.

"Now go back out there," he said with a smirk. "Next time, be a good girl or I'll have to punish you again."

I walked back into the living room on shaky legs, my face flushed. Daddy didn't even notice, too focused on the game. But Mr. Henderson watched me the rest of the afternoon, a knowing smile on his face.