Eventually his dick started softening inside of her, and he pulled her exhausted body off of him, laying her across his knees like a bad little girl. Rubbing her red asscheeks, he admired the glow, and watched as her asshole slowly closed. It looked pink and slightly swollen, very sore from the brutal fucking it had just gotten. Intrigued by this, he dipped a finger into her pussy to lubricated it and then pushed it against her asshole. She winced as his finger dug into her swollen ass, feeling larger than usual as her ass was tighter because of the abuse it had taken. Once it was inside her, he began pushing it back and forth. Withdrawing it, he found that it was covered with his cum.
"Karla."
She looked up at him, green eyes tired but content and he pushed his cum-covered finger toward her mouth. She openedand sucked it clean. Excited, he pushed two fingers into her swollen ass, making her groan as her hole was stretched again. Squishing them into the cum-filled hole, he pumped her a few times with them and then pulled them out again, bringing them to her mouth to be cleaned. Watching the young lady on his lap lick cum that had just been in her ass was getting him hard again.
Partially hard, he picked her up and tossed her onto the bed on her back, and began to lick the red flesh of her sore pussy. Karla gasped and squirmed as his tongue brought pain and pleasure to her burning flesh, her hands grasping his brown hair as he ate her out, tasting her sweetness. Pushing two fingers into her pussy he twisted them, and her hips moved as he rubbed against her g-spot, lips parting as she panted. He watched her from between her legs, seeing her breasts bounce on her chest as she moved, face contorted with pleasure as his mouth moved over her sensitive skin, soothing it with the touch of his tongue.
Completely hard again, he pulled himself on top of her and shoved his raging hard-on into her pussy, the suddenness of it undoing all the work he had just done with his tongue. She cried out in pain as her arms wrapped around his shoulders. Hunching his back, he pounded her hard and fast, having no mercy on her as she cried out beneath him, body heaving as the pain banged through her core. Pausing just for a moment, he pulled her legs up over his shoulders and practically bent her in half as he leaned forward, grinding his dick in her pussy as his body rubbed against her sore lips. It was a pleasure to watch her as she moaned and grimaced, pain and pleasure sending alternating waves through her body. Reaching around her legs he gripped her creamy breasts, watching the striped skin press out around his fingertips as he squeezed them. Karla moaned and arched her back, thrusting her chest up toward him as heabused her tits, hands hard on her body as he continued to pound her hard.
Remembering her swollen asshole, pink and tight, he wondered what it would be like for her to have him fuck it when it was all little like that. Pulling out of her sopping pussy, he guided his dick lower and slammed it into her ass, reveling in her scream of pain as his dick opened up the swollen hole. He heaved and bucked against her body, watching as she thrashed on the bed and bit her pretty lower lip. Pressing forward, he kissed her lips as his dick drove even deeper into her sore ass, his body rubbing up against her pussy lips and clit as he ravaged her bottom.
Karla reached up and gripped the poles at the head of the bed, stretching out in front of him as he rocked back and forth in her tight hole. It was a sexy sight, her moaning as his dick impaled her ass and his body rubbed her pussy… She felt like her whole body was on fire the way the pain and pleasure burned through her.
"Oh god, Professor! You're making me come again! Oh fuuuuuuuuuck!" She bucked and heaved beneath him, innocent pretty face shouting obscenities as she came, ass rippling over his invading dick. But after having come twice already, he wasn't quite ready to come again and he continued to pound her body, driving her even higher in her orgasm until her face was bright red, her head thrashing back and forth while her parted lips let out a scream so high-pitched it was almost inaudible.
He fell to the side, rolling off of her as she shuddered out the last remnants of her release. She smiled blearily at him, through the tears covering her cheeks, and he kissed her lips gently. He thought she looked more beautiful than ever with tear-tracks down her face, green eyes sparkling as she lazily but willingly licked the cum off his fingers.
"You're wonderful," he told her.
Kissing his fingertips, she replied, "You know, you're not my teacher anymore."
"I know." He wondered where this might be leading to, and sudden hope jumped in his chest.
"Well…" She smiled seductively, and wiggled her body so that she was pressed up against him. "I was thinking that that meant we should be spending a lot more time together."
"How much time?" he asked her, fingertips tracing one of the strips of red across her breast.
"Depends." Grinning impishly, she asked, "You want a roommate?"
Daren smiled back and kissed her mouth, feeling her body press up against him. "You'd really want to move in with me?"
"Absolutely," she answered, her voice filled with confidence. "On one condition."
"What's that?" he questioned, looking into her mischievous green eyes.
"I still want to call you Professor."
Giggles were drowned out as he rolled on top of her, tongue pressing deep into her mouth. This was certainly the beginning of a long and very kinky relationship.
Maid For Trouble
Shite!
Harriet bit her lip, her shoulders hunching, her entire body freezing into position as she waited with bated breath to see if anyone was close enough to the library to hear the shattering of the vase she'd accidentally tipped off of its pedestal.It wasn't her fault the nobs put their valuables out on precarious stands!
Although, privately she could admit to herself that she was more than the usual amount of clumsy.It had gotten her dismissed from her last position, which was how she'd ended up in Lord Norwell's house. The viscount ran a strict household, but mistakes didn't necessarily mean dismissal.Ever since coming to work for him, Harriet's bottom had paid the price for the broken vases, dishes, teacups, and plates. The housekeeper kept a sturdy paddle attached to her belt, which she had used on Harriet multiple times.
When there was no immediate outcry, Harriet straightened her shoulders and moved quickly, scraping the pieces of the vase together into a small pile, which she scooped up into her apron.She doubted anyone would miss the vase.Fortunately, Lord Norwell didn't seem to be interested in collecting antiquesor priceless decor, however he did collect all sorts of junk pieces that were scattered throughout the house and changed on a regular basis.Hopefully, whoever came in here next would just assume that the vase had been removed, soon to be replaced by something else.
Peeking out into the hallway, Harriet scampered back to the servant's stairwell, then to her tiny cubby of a room, where she had a hiding space underneath a loose floorboard.The vase could join the pieces of a teacup and saucer that she'd broken two days ago.
She needed to save her poor bum somehow. Punishments in the Norwell house could be quite nasty.Harriet shivered just thinking about some of the ones she’d endured. Despite being horribly painful, they were also quite stimulating to many of the parties involved.No one had to agree to work here, but those that did understood that they would be offering up their bodies in repayment for mistakes.The last time the housekeeper had spanked Harriet, she'd used that hard paddle all over Harriet's bottom and thighs, then finished with several loud cracks against her poor pussy, after which she immediately demanded Harriet pay penance with her tongue.
Considering how clumsy she was, Harriet had known securing another position without being dismissed would be incredibly difficult, so she'd done what the housekeeper demanded.She'd heard some of the other maids whispering about similar encounters with the housekeeper, so it hadn't been entirely unexpected.It was the first time Harriet had had to perform the service, and she'd prefer to avoid a repeat for as long as possible.
Her poor bottom and pussy had been on fire while she'd knelt between Mrs. Figgs' thighs, her own juices weeping from her cunt as she'd pleasured the housekeeper, and she'd had to go right back to work afterward.She hadn't been able to satisfythe ache between her legs until hours later!All in all, it had been most unsatisfactory.
Unfortunately, when Harriet returned to the library, Mrs. Figgs was standing there with her hands on her hips, waiting for her.
