No one had known about our romance until we came clean about it. Really, all we’d done was not hide it. We went out on dates, went to the movies, and did normal things couples did.
Were there people that looked down on our relationship and us? Of course. There were people that called us sick and perverted, but I didn’t care, and neither did he.
I loved him, and he loved me.
“I think I’m done with this for the night,” he said and looked over at me.
“Mr. Syler, you look like you have other things in mind.” I grinned.
Of course, I didn’t always call him Mr. Syler. I liked calling him Jonathon, like knowing this man was only mine. However, when I did use his proper title, it was usually because things were about to get really dirty. He liked when I acted like his innocent little schoolgirl, like I was when I was the teacher’s pet.
“Maddie, baby, you know what I want to do?” he asked, lifting a dark eyebrow.
“I can guess, but it would be more fun for you to show me, surprise me.”
A moment of silence passed. “Touch my cock.” He leaned back in his chair, spread his legs, and gave me an unobstructed view of his already hard cock. The monster between his thighs pressed against his slacks, demanding to be free.
I licked my lips, my pussy instantly wet. Placing my hand over his stiffening cock, I leaned forward and kissed his neck, running my tongue along his throat.
“What else would you like me to do, Mr. Syler?” I asked. My pussy was so slick already. I generally wore a short skirt so that I could tease him any chance I got.
Jonathon growled and placed a hand between my legs, rubbing those fingers against my panty-covered pussy before shoving the material aside. Then he slammed three fingers deep inside my pussy.
I cried out as pleasure consumed me.
“Tonight, I’m going to fill your mouth, cunt, and ass with my cum, and I expect you to swallow, and take it all.”
“Yes, Mr. Syler.” I couldn’t resist tightening my hand around him.
He groaned, gripped my chin, and turned my head toward his. “I love you, Maddie mine.”
I smiled. This moment right here might have started dirty, but he always made sure to tell me exactly how much he cared for me. “I love you, too.”
“You really were my favorite.”
I grinned. “What can I say? I love being the teacher’s pet.” I was so damn aroused and I knew without any doubt, tonight I would be riding my teacher’s cock, and loving every single second of it.
The End
PLAYER (A Taboo Short, 2)
1
Derek
Charlotte doesn’t even know what she does to me, how she made my fucking cock feel like it was going to tear through my damn jeans. She sat on that couch, her leg propped up, and those damn little shorts she wore riding up her creamy, smooth thighs, like she wasn’t giving my the biggest fucking hard-on in the world.
I watched her run the little brush over her toenail, painting it red, making me even crazier with lust. God, what I wouldn’t give to have her under me, to have that curvy body squirming, arched, sweaty because I was fucking her so good.
My old man might have married her mom three years ago, and technically we were related, if only by marriage, but I didn’t see Charlotte as anything more than a prime, grade-A piece of pussy. But I didn’t just want her like a damn drug addict; she was smart, didn’t put up with my bullshit, and gave as good as she got. She could also be a little bitch toward me, and I knew it was because she’d heard the rumors about me in school.
Player. Manwhore. Cocky bastard. Jock.
I leaned against the kitchen counter and lifted the can of pop to my mouth, watching as she lifted her hand to brush at the long dark fall of her hair. My cock throbbed, my balls drawn up tight.
Fucking hell, you little tease.
But I guess she wasn’t really a cock tease, since she wasn’t doing this shit on purpose.
Charlotte lifted her head, looked over her shoulder at me, and narrowed her eyes. “What the hell are you doing? Just standing there watching me?” She had a snap in her voice, her annoyance clear. God, that fucking turned me on.
I didn’t respond, just smirked, knowing it would piss her off. We’d been living under the same roof for the last three years, and for the last year, I’d seen her as something more sexual. I’ve wanted her so fucking much that I couldn’t even be with another girl because my cock wouldn’t get hard.
Yeah, my reputation was a little nasty, a little filthy. I liked pussy, and that wouldn’t change. She thought I was a whore, though, and I was, at one point. But what would she say if she knew that for the last year I hadn’t done shit with any other girls?