Chloe's Private Lesson

Driven on by a pure animal lust, I lost myself in the primal act of fucking the young woman into submission. There was something so primitive about the way I held her there, completely immobilizing her with my muscular arms while I took my pleasure with her young cunt.

It was an act as old as the human species, the simple fact of an older, more physically powerful man having his way with a young, fertile female. It felt so wonderful, so right for me to hold her down and push my oversize member into her pussy again and again with no regard for her pleasure or comfort.

The words I spoke to her during his act were equally primitive.

"You came here for this cock," I growled, "now you're going to fucking take it."

She moaned and wrapped her legs around me tighter. Clearly, she did not disagree with my lewd statement.

"You love this dick you little slut. You little whore," I groaned, "you're a cock-loving little cumslut and you're going to take whatever I give you tonight."

Her only reply was a soft moan.

"This is the biggest cock you've ever taken and you love it. Just admit it."

My cock was slamming into her even faster now, and the obscene sounds of our lovemaking filled the room. Her cries became bolder, more pronounced, less inhibited. My own vocalizations became more frequent, as did the filthy exhortations that spewed from my lips.

"You little cockwhore, you fucking love being used like this, don't you?" I groaned as my balls slapped into the young woman's beautiful ass, "you came here tonight to be fucked and manhandled. You love getting fucked by this married cock on the bed that I share with my wife."

Her only reply was a sharp upward thrust of her hips, as if she were trying to take me even deeper.

Suddenly, her body tensed, her legs closing around me tight as a tourniquet as I rammed my rod home. She was coming.

"Fuck!" she moaned, "don't stop please. Oh yes. Yes!"

And then she came. It was a wonderful thing to witness, even in the frenzied state I was in, the way that the years of civilization and schooling, church youth group and riding lessons proved themselves completely unable to repress Chloe's innate, insatiable lust for cock.

"Yes!" she screamed, her body racked with the first of several tremors.

"Such a good little fucking whore," I growled, "come on this big fucking married dick. You love it."

"Yes," she moaned, her legs flexing again after her toes had pointed in ecstasy.

"You dirty little slut," I groaned, "I'm going to claim this pussy. I'm going to fill you with my cum."

"NO!" she cried, her face a sudden mask of abject horror, "not...inside..."

But it was too late. The simple pleasure of blowing my load inside a tight 18-year-old cunt overrode whatever sense of caution I had brought with me into the evening. I was going to do what I wanted with Chloe, and if that meant knocking her up, so be it. I was ready to face the consequences of that one incredible moment in which I felt her velvet pussy walls squeeze my cock like no woman's before her. She was taking possession of me as much as I was of her, even if she (for obvious and understandable reasons) protested as I shot my load deep inside her, holding her down as my seed spurted against her cervix.

"Take it all, slut," I groaned as I emptied my balls into my young and willing student.

Her pussy clenched so tightly around my cock that I had to wait what seemed like several minutes before I was able to extract myself. I lay there on top of her, listening to her breathing gradually slow.

Finally, I pulled out and sat on the edge of the bed, my pendulous cock at half-mast between my legs. Chloe sat up next to me, putting her arms around me and nuzzling my neck.

"You shouldn't have come inside me, Professor S.," she whispered, "I'm not on the pill."

"I'll come wherever I want," I said, slipping out of her embrace and grabbing a handful of her thick blond hair. I pulled her gaze to meet mine.

"Chloe," I said, "get on your knees and clean me off."

"What?"

"Clean off my cock with your mouth, slut."

She winced and blushed bright red.

"I'm not a slut."

"You have a boyfriend, but you just fucked a married man in the bed he shares with his wife. I'd say that makes you a slut. Now get on your knees!"

She shook her head no, even as I held it in place by the hair. I decided it was time to enforce her compliance with my wishes.

In the blink of an eye, I pulled her across my lap, guiding her with the hand that still clutched her hair. She let out a shriek as I used my other hand to position her ass across my legs.

"Chloe," I said, raising my hand, "you agreed to obey me tonight. You had a choice to leave, but you elected to stay. You need to learn that there are consequences for you actions."

Before she could reply, I raised my hand and slapped her beautiful, apple-shaped ass five times, so hard that my hand stung. I didn't bother to warm her up, to get her used to the feeling of being spanked. I wanted to shock her into submission.

I brought my hand down repeatedly across her supple young ass, savoring her cries of protest. After the final sharp smack landed across her shapely posterior and its echo faded into the far reaches of the house, she gasped several times, trying to catch her breath. Then she began to cry quietly.

"Are you ready to be a good girl, Chloe?"

"I...am... a... good girl," she sobbed.

"Prove it. Get on your knees and clean off my cock."

I helped her roll off my lap and onto the floor. She knelt in front of me where I sat on the edge of the bed, dropping her head into my lap and taking my cock into her mouth.

"Good girl," I groaned, "lick it off."

She moaned obediently as her tongue flicked across my no-longer-flaccid member.

"My balls too."

She hesitated for a moment, her eyes still downcast.

"Get those balls in your mouth," I ordered.

She hesitated for a moment. I reached down and slapped her ass again. Hard.

SMACK!

She yelped, and began to sob again. All I could see was a mass of thick blond hair that obscured her face.

"Chloe," I said, gathering her hair in my hand and holding it back, forming it into a kind of handle and pulling her head so her eyes met mine, "put my balls in your mouth. Now."

She looked up at me, her eyes stained with tears and smeared mascara, then opened her mouth obediently, enclosing one of my testicles in her full, soft lips.

I groaned in pleasure as the young woman's tongue traversed the skin of my scrotum, her lips gently sucking, kissing my balls, first one, then the other.

"Fuck," I groaned, "you're such a good little cockwhore. Clean me off and get me hard again, slut."

She lapped at my scrotum, eager to please me.

"Good girl," I gasped, feeling my erection return to full strength, "you're doing a great job."

"Mmm," she moaned, taking the other testicle into her mouth.

"Tell me you're a good little whore," I growled, pulling her head back.

"I'm a good little whore," she whispered, her eyes downcast.

"Yes you certainly are," I said, reaching down between her legs and probing her wetness.

"Chloe," I said, "would you like to get fucked again?"

"Mmm," she moaned, her mouth full of my cock once more. She was so petite that she could only fit the first third or so into her mouth, now that I was fully erect.

"Beg me for it," I ordered, pulling my cock out and holding it in one hand, "beg for this cock in your pussy."

"Please," she mumbled, looking up at me with tear-stained eyes full of lust.

I slapped her in the face with my erect cock, testing the limits of her submission.

"Please what, whore?"

"Please fuck me," she begged, a thrilled look filling her eyes.

"You little slut, you really love being dominated like this, don't you?"

"Yes sir," she replied, smiling up at me for a moment.

"Turn around and get on your hands and knees," I ordered.

She complied, her beautiful ass extending up towards me invitingly as she rested her forearms on the carpet of the bedroom floor. I reached down and moved her legs further apart, to better accommodate my sizable erection.

"Are you ready, Chloe?"

"Yes sir," she answered, her head resting submissively on the floor.

I pushed into her pussy for the second time that night, once again encountering quite a bit of resistance despite the stretching I had given it just shortly before.

"Fuck you're tight," I groaned, "does your boyfriend ever take you like this?"

"Yes," she moaned, clearly trying to adjust to my size again, "but I can barely feel him when he does."

"Well you're going to feel this you little slut," I growled, grabbing her by the hair as I pushed myself inside her to the hilt.

"Chloe," I said, once I was inside her completely, "you're going to be my little fuckslut from now on, is that clear?"

"Yes sir," she groaned.

"Good."

Holding her hair in one hand like a bridle, I rode Chloe's ass, thrusting myself harder and harder into her tight willing cunt. With each push of my cock, her entire body rubbed across the carpet; I suspected that she would have quite the rug burn when we were finished.

This didn't phase Chloe. On the contrary, the harder I fucked her the louder she moaned.

"I can tell you love being my little bitch, Chloe," I moaned, watching my cock disappear between her reddened asscheeks, "tell me you love this cock inside you."

"I love your cock inside me sir," she groaned, "I love getting fucked like this."

"Like what, Chloe?" I panted, "what kind of girl gets fucked like this?"

"A slut, sir."

"Does that make you a slut, Chloe?"

"Yes, Professor S.," she squealed, "make it hurt please. Hurt me with that big fucking dick."

"You asked for it, you little slut!"

I tightened my grasp on her hair as I pounded her even harder from behind, her asscheeks bouncing lewdly with each stroke.

"Fucking take this cock," I groaned, almost unable to control the animalistic urge that Chloe provoked in me, "you young little whore, you've been craving a big man dick for a long time, haven't you?"

"Ohh yeeessss!" she screamed, on the verge of orgasm, "make it huuurt!"

I slammed her down hard into the rug, holding her head to the floor as I pistoned into her pussy from behind, using my other hand to spank her ass hard with each powerful stroke of my cock.

"Come for me, little girl" I ordered.

"FUUUUCK!" she moaned, bucking underneath me in the throes of orgasm.

"That's it," I groaned, "come on your professor's big fucking dick."

"I... did...," she gasped, unable to catch her breath.

"Good girl," I said, pausing for a moment to collect myself.

We were both drenched in sweat, and there was sure to be a mark on the carpet. Good thing my wife wouldn't be home anytime soon. I pulled out of her pussy and stood up, towering over the petite coed.

"Get up and turn around, Chloe."

She pivoted gingerly to face me, her legs still trembling from the force of the orgasm.

"Stay on your knees," I commanded.

She knelt in front of me, her face and chest covered by a post-coital flush.

"Put your hands behind your back and keep them there."

She obeyed immediately, then looked up at me expectantly.

"Open your mouth."

She did.

I put the head of my cock on her tongue, smiling at how gigantic it appeared in comparison to the petite woman's mouth. Then I put one hand on the back of her head and guided my shaft into her mouth as deep as it would go. I held it there for a few moments until I felt her start to gag, then I pulled out to let her catch her breath.

"Good girl," I groaned, "it's time you learned what sluts like you are made for."

I then proceeded to fuck her face with my shaft. The sounds of gurgling filled the room as I used her throat mercilessly. Her eyes were watering and her face was red, but Chloe was clearly determined to please me by submitting entirely. Every time I let her come up for air, I also slapped my erect cock against her cheek, reminding her of her place.

"Good little slut," I moaned, on the verge of losing control, "you're going to make me come."

She moaned in excitement, clearly happy to please me.

"Beg for it," I ordered, pulling my cock out of her mouth.

"Give me your cum, Professor S.," she groaned, "please give it to your good little girl."

"Yeesss," I moaned, her words pushing me over the edge, "you little fucking slut."

I pointed my cockhead towards her eager open mouth as I began to spray her lips, cheeks and tongue with one of the largest loads of my life.

She waited obediently until I had finished coating her, then smiled up at me, her arms still held dutifully behind her back.

"Eat it all, Chloe," I said, using my fingers to push the cum into her open mouth. She eagerly licked the semen off my hands, looking up at me in devotion as she consumed the entire load.

"Now clean me off," I ordered, pushing my cock back into her mouth. She sucked the last few drops of cum from my cock, moaning as she did so.

"Was I a good girl?" she said, when I finally pulled my member from her lips.

"You were excellent, Chloe," I sighed, tousling her hair, "now why don't we go get cleaned up?"

We took a long, hot shower together, after which I rubbed lotion on her sore backside. About an hour later, we were back where we started, sitting at my dining room table and chatting over two more glasses of wine.

I looked at my watch. It was getting late.

"I'm going to have to take you home now, Chloe."

A look of concern crossed her face.

"The thing is," she said, "Steve knows I'm here, and said he would pick me up. I guess I should call him now."

"Be my guest."

"I just know he's going to want sex," she continued, "but I'm so sore there's no way I'm letting him near down there."

"Just jerk him off instead."

"I guess so."

"No, I'm telling you to. Don't forget who that pussy belongs to."

She blushed, gazing into her wine glass.

"Yes sir," she whispered.

I could tell it was going to be a great school year.

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