WHO: Lonnie and Bryan Ryan WHEN: 9/24, night time WHAT: Sexy times! WHERE: The DADA Classroom WARNINGINGS: Sex between a minor (16) student and a teacher
Lonnie hated Misha Meru right now. She hated the fucking school and the fucking world and she hated herself a little, too. The only person she wanted to see was Bryan. She gathered her bag and took off down the hall. If anyone saw her it would look as though she was going to get tutored or something else school related.
When she reached his office door, Lonnie looked around to make sure she hadn’t been followed. Then she quickly stepped inside and bolted the door behind her. She turned her back to the door to face his off, grinning. “Hey there.”
Bryan had sat at his desk, marking papers, for the last twenty minutes, in anticipation of Lonnie’s arrival. Part of him just wanted to get up and give her a big hug. Lonnie was a tough girl, and if she was complaining about a shitty week, it had to have been a really shitty week. But he had been waiting too long for this particular night, and when Bryan had a plan, there was very little that could put him off it.
“Please have a seat, Miss Drane,” he said in as monotone a voice as possible. He didn’t look up from his papers, but watched at the edge of his vision to see if she did as she was told.
Lonnie arched an eyebrow but figured that this was part of the game. Lonnie could use some some games, she decided, and walked to the seat in front of his desk. She lifted up her leg to cross it, letting him have a peek under her skirt where she was lacking in panties. Already her nipples strained against the fabric of her shirt, hard, ready for his tongue, his teeth, his lips.
Rather than voice any of her ever increasing desire, she waited, gently twirling a strand of hair between her fingers. “You wanted to see me?” She asked when she could take the tension no longer.
Bryan bit the inside of his cheek, trying not to smile at the forced nonchalant tone to Lonnie’s voice. He let her sit for a few moments longer, before gathering up the papers and placing them in the top drawer of his desk. His quill followed, leaving a bare expanse of wooden desktop in front of him. He stood, and circled around to stand just in front of Lonnie’s seat.
“Indeed,” he said, looking down at her. He could see far enough up her skirt to know that she wasn’t wearing panties, but he had known that already. Even if she hadn’t told him, he would have known. It was what they both needed. “There have been some concerns brought to my attention that you’re distracting a great number of the boys in your Defense class. A few of the girls, as well,” he added with a smile.
With each item that left the desk, leaving it empty and inviting, Lonnie squirmed a little more. It had always been a fantasy for him to fuck her over that desk. Now she was going to get to live out that fantasy. Assume she played along with him.
Lonnie smirked when he called her out for being a distraction to her fellow students. “Am I?” she asked in a faux innocent voice. “Gosh I don’t mean to be a distraction, sir. I just can’t seem to help it.” She licked her lips slowly.
Fuck, just watching Lonnie sit in her chair, licking her lips and trying her hardest to look all innocent, made Bryan’s cock twitch in his expensive Italian trousers. He wasn’t sure if it was the tie, or the knee high sock, or just that fact that he knew she wanted it just as badly as he did, but it was all enough to make each second a kind of self-torture.
“And more than that, the cleaning staff has complained that you seem to leave your seat damp after every single class.”
Bryan leaned back against his desk, pushing Lonnie’s skirt up with the tip of his well polished dress shoe. The fabric folded over on itself, leaving her completely exposed.
“You know, we do have a dress code for a reason,” he said, with a smirk.
For a moment Lonnie wondered if the cleaning staff really did wonder why seats ended up damp when she sat in them. It made her giggle a little and she ducked her head. “Well can I be blamed for my libido, prof--”
The tease was lost on her lips because his fucking shoes were pulling her skirt up. She wanted to spread her legs and show him just how damp she was making this seat. But the game was still on and she made a small noise of shock. “Professor!” She gasped, trying to push her skirt down.
“Oh my god, Professor, I’m so embarrassed.” She looked up at him through her long eyelashes, her wet lips parted slightly. “I don’t want you to see how wet I am. I know there’s a dress code but I ruin all my panties if I wear them to your class...”
Bryan wasn’t sure which one of them was more aroused from their little game. He was safely tucked away in his pants, if hard as hell, but Lonnie was completely on display. His eyes flickered back and forth between her tongue wetted mouth, and her lower lips, which glistened just as slick and pink, between her legs. Part of him wanted what they had had that first night, time to explore one another, tumbling into bed, against soft warm sheets. But for right now, he needed to hear her beg, as he leaned her over his desk.
“Lying little slut,” he growled, not even being in a right enough state of mind to hope it wasn’t too much. He took Lonnie roughly by the arm, pulling her up against him. Bryan looked right into her eyes, pressing his erection against the flatness of her stomach. “You do it on purpose, don’t you? To make me crazy, until I can’t control myself anymore. That’s what this is all about.”
For just a moment Lonnie had wide eyed shock mixed with a twinge of fear. She never let men call her slut and she usually had a particular annoyance at men who called her that when they had fucked her. But almost as soon as the fear came it went away and was replaced with raw lust. Everything about him screamed power and she had never, ever wanted to be controlled so completely.
Lonnie felt herself panting, her chest rising and falling unsteadily. “Yes,” she panted. “I need you. I need someone to make me pay for being so very naughty.” She spread her legs wide for him. “I want to be your pet. Please, professor.”
“Knew it,” Bryan groaned, burying his face against Lonnie’s neck. The skin available to him was limited, with Lonnie’s shirt and tie still tucked up tight, but he was able to suck and bite at what he could reach. “You’re so bad... need to teach you a lesson.”
That was his job, wasn’t it? To teach his students a lesson? He pulled Lonnie toward the desk, angling her body, until she faced the smooth, bare wood.
“Put your hands on the desk and lean over,” he said, as calmly as he could through panting breaths.
All that sucking and kissing was going to leave marks. She was not even a little shocked that knowing this made her wetter than before. She let him toss her onto the desk and basked in his strength. Serious turn on to just be man handled like that. It made her think of restraints and a collar and calling him--
“Like this daddy?” She purred, putting her hands down and leaning over. The position made her skirt ride up and her ass stick out. She turned to look over her shoulder at him. “This how you want me?”
“Oh fuck, just like that,” Bryan choked out, trying to pull himself together. He set a firm hand right into the small of Lonnie’s back, making her arch her ass even higher in the air. The fingers of his other hand caught at the hem of her skirt, lifting it up and tucking it into her waistband.
“So pretty,” he crooned, moving both of his hands over the firm globes of her ass. He ignored her nearly-dripping pussy entirely, making her wait.
“You know I don’t want to punish you,” he said, running his nails lightly over her skin. “But I have to.”
The world spun around her as Lonnie felt his nails on her ass. Her grip on the desk tightened and she whimpered needily. “I know, daddy. You have to punish me so I’ll learn to be good.” He was in control of the entire situation and there was only so much she could do without his direct permission. It made her legs feel weak to even think about. But really there wasn’t much thinking going on. The best thing about giving him complete control was that she could let everything go.
“Punish me, daddy,” she breathed, wiggling her ass. “Teach me what happens to naughty little sluts like me.”
Bryan could see the tension building inside Lonnie, and he had barely even touched her yet. He couldn’t wait to see what she would look like, when that all broke. He leaned down, running his teeth over the flesh of her ass. He didn’t bite hard, just enough to make her squirm a little more.
“That’s my good girl,” he said with a more collected voice. He positioned himself to her side, getting ready to give Lonnie what she needed so badly. “I’m not going to make you count for me this time,” he said with a smile. “I don’t want you knowing how many you’re going to get.”
Giving Lonnie’s skin one last, soft caress, Bryan pulled his hand back, giving her a firm smack on the left cheek of her behind.
The sound that pushed itself out of her was not lady like at all and was, in fact, a little embarrassing. Or rather, it would have been except that the smack against her ass felt amazing. There were so many things this made her want that she didn’t know if she could ever word. It was another reminder that he was in control. She wondered how hard he’d do it. She wondered if later he’d grab her neck and squeeze just a little.
“Daddy!” She called, rubbing against thin air in an attempt to get friction against her pussy. There was no way this was going to be able to go on long with her still able to think and function like a person.
Bryan could see straight between Lonnie’s legs and was more than aware that there was nothing for her to press against. No matter how close to the desk she moved, the height was such that she would still just be grinding against nothing. The spanking wasn’t the only punishment he was doling out to her.
Bryan let his fingers dip over Lonnie’s tailbone, skimming over where the cleft of her ass began. He let his one hand rest there, as the other swung back, striking her harder than the previous hit.
Lonnie couldn’t believe how good this felt. The harder smack made it even better and she pressed her cheek against the desk. Despite the desperate thrust of her hips she was not getting any friction back. She wanted so badly to have something inside her but she also didn’t want this to stop. Lonnie wanted more and under normal circumstances that would have scared her.
Biting her lower lip for a moment, she finally said “harder” in a voice barely above a whisper.
Bryan had been impressed at Lonnie’s self control so far. The lack of contact between her pussy and the desk was obviously driving her to distraction, but she had kept almost all of it inside so far. He licked his lips, as he heard her asking for what she needed. The Professor stopped what he was doing, stepping to the side of the desk and leaning over to look her in the eyes.
“I’m sorry, did you say something?” he said, with a saccharine-sweet smile.
He was really going to make her say it. Lonnie bit her lip again but met his eyes. Yes he was very much going to make her say it. “Harder,” she begged, and then added “Please” hoping that would get her what she wanted. Though at that very moment she didn’t know what she wanted beyond ‘harder’ and ‘more’ and ‘Bryan.’
“Please may I have it harder, Professor?” Lonnie’s voice came out almost choked with desire.
“Good girl,” Bryand crooned softly, stroking his fingers down the side of Lonnie’s face. He loved the piss and vinegar that he got with Lonnie, all that energy in a small package, but what he had laid out in front of him now was just as attractive. She was like hot wax, burning as she dripped onto his skin, but pliable in his hands. He could form her into whatever they needed, and she would beg him for it. He stepped back to her side, pulling her skirt hem out, before re-tucking it in, as though it had needed perfecting.
Bryan palmed himself once, through the fabric of his pants, before returning to tend to Lonnie. His hand came back, and then forward, but instead of landing on her ass, as the first two had, the flat of his hand landed squarely on her pussy. The sound of a wet slap filled the room, and Bryan tried to hold back the deep laugh that rose from his throat.
“Ah!” Lonnie wasn’t sure if the sound was a shut of surprise, approval, or pain. Almost as soon as it left her mouth, though, she moaned. Her mouth was open as she panted against the table. She knew how she must look: cheeks red, eyes glazed, dripping wet, her legs shaking softly. How in the hell had he managed to turn her into this?
Shutting her eyes and arching her back didn’t get her any more friction than anything else had but she didn’t mind. Every surprise move just made her crave more. “Fuck, daddy!” She moaned.
He didn’t give her another word, or another touch, Bryan simply brought his hand down again, slapping her sex roughly. His one kindness was that he slightly cupped his hand, making it more about the impact than the pain. Another blow, and another, rained down, giving Lonnie little time to do anything other than take it.
Lonnie was, in very short order, completely lost to this. She arched her back and squirmed wildly. Her whole body a perfect mix of pain and pleasure. The dam broke and Lonnie began to cry out louder and louder. “Please, please, I can’t. I’m gonna come if you don’t stop!”
Bryan was just as lost as Lonnie was, falling into a deranged rhythm of hits to her willing flesh. He could feel her growing slicker with each strike, soaking his hand and filling his ears with the audible proof of just how fucked up they were for each other. His pace didn’t let up, if anything it quickened, the tips of his fingers flicking against her clit, before moving on to the next blow.
“Fucking come then,” he growled, pressing his free hand against the small of her back. “Come just from this.”
Well no reason not to obey a direct order. Lonnie screamed Bryan’s name as she came, body shaking and then her knees giving out so she lay slumped against the desk. There was a wet patch on the wood and Lonnie blushed knowing it was from her open, panting mouth. The soft dripping sound on the floor could only be from one thing and it sent another spasm through her.
“Bryan,” She whimpered his name.
If there was anything in the world hotter that what Bryan had just witnessed, he hadn’t seen it yet, and he knew he’d have a long wait before he did. He couldn’t help but wonder if Lonnie would always come so easily, or if it was just something about him. He liked to think the latter.
“Did you like that, little girl?” he asked, running his hand up her thigh and stroking between her lips.
“Uh huh,” Lonnie answered, catching her breath. She spun around and grinned at him. “I sure did, Professor.” Slowly she lowered herself to her knees, wetting her already wet lips. She was still feeling shaky but she wanted to return the favor.
Bringing up her hand she rubbed his hard length. “You want me to lick you all up, Professor?”
Bryan had thought he might just bundle Lonnie up and send her on her way. Something about the idea of giving her ass a pat over her skirt, as she toddled down the hall, trying not to get the floor wet, was unbelievably attractive. But now that she was down on her knees, licking her lips as though someone was going to give her a piece of candy, well...
“Do you want to suck Daddy’s cock?” he asked her, switching their game up yet again. His hand moved to his belt, quickly working it open. His eyes never left hers.
“Uh huh,” Lonnie said again, a smirk on her face. She really wanted that. But she also wanted him to control everything about this night because it seemed to give him such pleasure. Not that she was having anything but a fantastic time her own self. Everything felt half real and half dreamed.
“Want you to make me.” Her eyelids fluttered as she pictured what she was about to ask. “I want you to grab my hair and make me take it, Daddy.”
Bryan groaned, leaving his belt for a moment, to run his fingers gently through Lonnie’s hair. He stroked it, pulling it up in soft waves, before letting it go again. She had beautiful hair. It looked so right twisted in his fist. The fingers of his right hand twirled in a quick fluid motion, pulling her head back hard.
“You talk so dirty,” he said, his eyes blown black with want. Every word from her mouth just seemed more debauched than the last. He almost didn’t want to stop up her mouth, for fear of missing the next gem. His free hand pulled his cock out of the fly of his pants. He stroked himself once, a drop of precome forming at the head. He pulled Lonnie’s hair tight again, and teased her lips with the salty liquid.
Oh. OH! Lonnie had known what she was asking for but feeling it was something else entirely. No one had ever had her like this. She’d never been one to seek complete compliance. But then, she’d never trusted anyone the way she trusted Bryan.
Her tongue came out to lick up the precome and caught the tip of his cock in the process. “You make me dirty, daddy.” She told him, tonguing the slit of his dick. “You make me want to put myself in cuffs and wait all night for you. You make me want to crawl on my hands and knees just to take you. You make me want a collar with tags saying I belong only to you.” Her bright eyes met his. “Because I do.” She wondered if he would grasp what she was saying. Would he catch that this meant there was no boyfriend? Lonnie pressed a kiss to the head of him.
It was like Lonnie could read his mind, and was trying to convince him not to take her mouth. He would suspect he was being played, if it weren’t for the fact that he could see the flash of intense need in her eyes. He believed every word that dropped from her flushed, pink lips, and it terrified him. He could picture her doing all those things, and more. He could picture her, waiting for him on her hands and knees, after classes, sliding his cock down her throat without a thought, and working so hard to come at the simple sound of his voice.
Bryan’s hand cupped the back of Lonnie’s head, roughly shoving himself down her throat.
Lonnie’s throat was more than happy to accept him though the strength of it made her gag just enough to be interesting. She grabbed his thighs with one hand, the other going between her legs to sink into her still dripping pussy.
She’d lost the ability to speak so instead she moaned and hummed around his cock. She let him decide the speed with which he fucked her mouth, leaving every last detail up to him. Lonnie belonged to him now and this was the best way to show it.
Bryan smiled as he felt Lonnie gag lightly around him. It was good to know that she was human, and not some figment of his imagination. The tight flutter of her throat was proof enough of that. He didn’t let the momentary hesitation stop him, and instead tightened the grip on Lonnie’s hair, fucking deeper into her mouth. For a moment he thought about kicking her hand out from between her legs, but he thought the better of it.
“That’s my little whore,” he purred, looking down at her. “You can’t even be empty long enough to suck me off. You need something in that sweet little pussy, don’t you?”
Lonnie was sure he didn’t expect an actual answer to that question and really she was too busy gagging on his cock to answer. Instead she moaned louder and fucked her fingers deeper, harder. She loved the heavy feel of him on her tongue, the full, helplessness that came with giving him complete control.
Bryan’s words gave away his own need. Seeing Lonnie fill herself with her fingers reminded him of just how amazing she felt around him. Fingers wouldn’t do for her, not really, just like as mindblowing as Lonnie’s mouth was, it wouldn’t be enough for him. Not tonight. Bryan twisted his fingers in her hair again, moving her back and pulling her mouth forcefully off of his dick. He could almost be sure he felt her tongue follow the movement, getting every last taste of him she could. He pulled her up, winding his free arm around her waist. He didn’t want to pull out that pretty hair, he just wanted to make sure she would be able to feel it the next day, along with everything else. Bryan pressed Lonnie back onto the desk, facing him this time, and pushed deep inside her.
“Now I can hear you run off that pretty mouth of yours,” he said, starting up a quick pace of thrusts.
Everything around her faded. The classroom, the desk, everything went to vague shadows until the only thing that existed in her world was him. Lonnie wrapped her legs around him the very second she could. He approached it with such assurance, such force, that it made her see stars with every thrust. Others might have been unable to speak at that point but Lonnie was always louder the better the sex was and this was no exception.
As he took her she clutched to his shoulders. “Yes. Yes. Yes, Daddy. Fuck me.” Lonnie’s head fell backwards, exposing her neck. “Merlin, daddy, you have no idea. no idea what you do to me. Fill me up so good. I want to be your pet. You’re whore. Yours, yours. God fuck I hope I can convince you to fuck my ass someday. I know you’d love it. You could take me on my hands and knees until I just couldn’t take it anymore.”
"Jesus Christ, Lonnie," Bryan panted, fucking into her with abandon. He could just imagine what she would look like, propped up on her hands and knees. If this was what she sounded like now, he could only anticipate the filth that would flow from those lips when he worked her asshole open with his tongue. It was almost too much, and Bryan's pace stuttered.
"Going to fuck you in every way humanly possible," he growled through grit teeth. He could feel himself start to lose control, as he pulled at the collar of Lonnie's shirt, sinking his teeth into The flesh that was bared to him.
More marks, more claiming, more proof that she belonged to him and only to him. She ached all over with her desire for everything he was promising. “Yes,” Lonnie begged over and over, almost forgetting what the word meant. Her already sensitive pussy made her shake with her need. She’d come again soon. She’d be embarrassed at how quickly he got her coming but she couldn’t be. It felt too good to hold back.
Instead she raked her nails over his back and grunted with pleasure. “Yes, Daddy. Every way. Everywhere. However you want me. I’ll be yours just don’t stop, daddy, don’t stop.”
Bryan knew that it was a race against time, to whether Lonnie would come again, before he found his own end. He wanted hers almost as bad as he wanted his own, wanted to feel her squeeze tight around him as she screamed out his name. He fluidly changed their angle, so that he was leaning back and fucking up into her. His large hand pressed her back just enough to leave space between them.
“You are mine,” he panted, barely in control of his own voice, and questioning greatly just how it was he could speak in sentences. “And I want you to come for me.”
He brought his hand down sharply between them, slapping Lonnie’s clit, the same way he had her cunt and her ass, earlier in their play.
Come she did. Lonnie screamed “Bryan!” Even louder than before, clenching around his cock as waves of orgasm washed over her. The world went all white and she shut her eyes against it, holding onto him like a lifeline. She was panting in his ear, barely aware of what was going on around her. Still, she whispered “come inside me” in a breathless voice, right into his ear. It was a wonder that she was able to get even that out.
“FUCK!” Bryan’s vision blacked out, in a lightning strike of pleasure, as he felt Lonnie shudder and shake in his arms. He thrust in deep one more time, sure that he must be hurting her, as he pumped shot after shot of come into her willing body. He wouldn’t be able to say, afterward, if he had heard her request (or perhaps it was her own kind of demand) or not, but there had been no doubt that he would fill her up to overflowing, before he sent her on her way. Bryan leaned in against Lonnie, his head resting on her shoulder, as he caught his breath. He could feel his shirt, sweat-stuck to his back.
“You’re going to wish you had brought some panties, when it’s time to walk down that hall, little girl,” he gasped out quietly, laughing as much as he could for someone whose breath was stolen away.
The words took a bit to process but when they did she let out a breathy laugh. “Probably,” she admitted and sighed. “Worth it.”
The afterglow wasn’t as awkward as it could have been. She let herself rub her cheek against his, keeping her arms and legs around him. Bryan was still inside her, going limp, and Lonnie was savoring the feeling. She smiled more but yawned. “You wear me out,” she said. “Better than most work outs I swear.”
Lonnie was beautiful, all sweat soaked, her hair mussed and tangled. Bryan couldn’t remember ever seeing a woman look so beautiful, either before or after he had fucked her. He slowly moved out of her, tucking himself back in his pants and doing up the zip. It would be a mess to clean up later, he knew, she had soaked him so thoroughly, but he didn’t care. For now, he had something more important to take care of. Ignoring his weak knees, Bryan slid Lonnie off of the desk top and into his arms, setting them both into his chair, so that she laid across his lap, her head resting on his shoulder.
“We’ll both have legs like Jello in the morning, I’d think,” he smiled, his hand carding through her hair.
She’d assumed that they were going to part ways as soon as their limbs allowed them to move. Instead, he was lifting and moving her as if she weighed nothing. Her glazed over blue eyes watched him closely as the settled into the chair. This felt intimate, more so than the sex had. Lonnie pressed one hand over his heart, feeling it beat through his damp shirt. He was amazing. Lonnie hadn’t lied to Meru, Bryan was her kyrptonite. She knew this was turning into something bigger than she’d meant it to. But she couldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop. Instead she snuggled closer to him.
“Yeah we will.” Lonnie smiled at the thought and closed her eyes. “Worth it. This room may never stop smelling of sex though.” And classes would certainly be different staring at that desk and knowing what they’d done.
Bryan knew how difficult it had been, staring at Lonnie through classes, trying not to get hard in front of his students. If it had been difficult before, it was going to be nearly impossible now. He would have to fake a knee injury, so that he could sit behind his desk most of the time. Lonnie was right though. Even though he wouldn’t say it out loud, it had been worth it. All of it was worth it, and he was amazed that he had waited so long to give in.
“Maybe it will wake your classmates up a bit,” he smiled. “The smell of parchment obviously wasn’t doing it for them.”
It felt like they had been sitting there for hours, Lonnie leaning in against him, and Bryan softly stroking his hair. There was no easy way to end it.
“You’ll be hitting curfew soon,” he said, trying not to sound eager to get rid of her, or, on the other hand, too disappointed that she had to go.
It was hard to think about things like curfew when she was wrapped snuggly in his arms. Still she could take a hint and she refused to let herself assume that this meant he didn’t want her. He was too gentle with her after and between sex sessions for him to be completely indifferent to her. Over time maybe he’d be comfortable enough to let her stay in his room. But that was a long time off and she didn’t want to overstep yet.
“Yeah.” She said with another big yawn. “And I’m exhausted anyway.” She captured his lips in a lingering, open mouthed kiss. Her hand slid down his chest as she pulled away, her breath ghosting over his lips.
“Goodnight, daddy.” Lonnie purred the words and then stood up and made every attempt to straighten herself out. She pulled a brush from her hair so at least that wouldn’t look so wild. Her shirt and skirt were wrinkled but not beyond repair. The biggest problem, as she saw it, was that there was a mix of her own wetness and his come slowly leaving her. She’d have to get somewhere to clean up. Before leaving she smiled one last time at him. “Until next time?”
Bryan watched with a smile, as Lonnie tried to make herself look more put together. In the end, it was all passable, as long as no one got too close. Especially as close as he was now.
“Goodnight, little girl,” he replied with a smile, giving her ass a quick tap, over top of her pleated skirt. He would have to spank her harder next time. Hard enough to get a wince afterward, and to make it hard for her to sit down at her desk for a few days.