Mayson & Syrie Chronicles Ch. 01

"Damn it, Mayson, if you leave this office without fucking me, I swear to god I will expel you," he growled.

"Mr. Roman, if you expel me, I will tell your wife about this. I will tell my mom and the school board and whoever else will listen. Hell, I blew a reporter once who I'm sure would love this story."

A look of sheer panic crossed his face. He knew that I had him but he still wanted to fuck me so bad it was killing him.

"Baby, I'm sorry I threatened you. You're just so damn hot, with your titties out begging me to play with 'em again. You know you want me to fuck you. I can be gentle or I can be rough - Whatever you want. Just let me fuck you."

"Mr. Roman, I can't. My mama..."

"Fuck your mama. Well, I guess I have already, but that's beside the point. I'll write you a note or whatever, but I have to fuck you, Mayson. I want to feel your tight little pussy squeezing my cock."

I stopped for a minute, "You've fucked my mom!? Holy shit? When? Seriously? Oh my fucking god. I can't believe it."

"How do you think I knew you'd be such a whore. Like mother like daughter, Mayson. Now get over here and ride my cock!"

So much for him begging me. I was so blown away by the announcement and yet so turned on by the fact that apparently Mr. Roman wasn't quite the pussy we'd always thought that I decided to give in. If there's one thing I know about my mama it's that she doesn't suffer fools in her bed. If he fucked her and lived to tell about it then I was in for one hell of a time.

"Bitch, I told you not to cream my fucking couch," Syrie's voice sounded pleased as she interrupted my memories, "If you make yourself cum now, you're not gonna be up for what I have planned, and trust me baby, what I have planned is some damn good shit..."

To be continued