Fertile Farms Bundle: 20 Erotic Farm Girl Collection

All the same, he made each moment count, and he reached around beneath her and her pregnant belly, teasing her little clit.

“Show teacher how fast you can cum for him,” he muttered in command, wrenching that ponytail a little tighter, tugging at her scalp as he shuddered and his nuts tightened, taking him so close to his limit.

Oh those dark, devious words matched with that skillful touch... She’d been teaching him to please her, in her own amateurish way. After all, he’d spent quite some time learning her body, and it was with all that practice that made her gasp.

It wouldn’t take long, just a few seconds of his fingers rubbing along that soaking, throbbing nub before her grip tightened on the desk, holding herself just barely aloft as she gasped and then saw that explosive spark behind her eyes, like fireworks being let off in her body and making her cunny vibrate around his stiffness.

It was so intense she could barely even sense the moment when her teacher’s dick exploded and he let loose a deep, booming moan that filled the room. His dick spurt its load, thick long creamy strands that filled her already pregnant pussy. So much of his cum filling her up, overflowing her as he rocked his hips and pumped out all he had into her.

“Ohhh fuck…!” he muttered, his words gravelly and harsh as he shuddered, all the contents of his balls dumped into her depths.

“Mr. Muran!” she cried out, her entire body trembling with such bliss. Her orgasms had only been getting stronger along with her pregnancy, or perhaps just with his skill, but whatever it was she was eternally grateful as her knees trembled with the power, the aftershocks thrilling through her as he pounded into her and laced her with his cum a few more times.

“Ohhh, Mr. Muran,” she said as she let herself go downward, resting her body more fully across his desk.

They were both panting in the afterglow of their climaxes, and only after a long while relaxing did he slowly pluck his dick from her cum-filled cunt. He tidied himself up, put his cock back in his pants then came to her, helping her stand back up right, leaving the cum to drool down her inner thighs.

“The students are coming,” he said with a smile. “Here,” he instructed, handing her papers. “Distribute these to all the desks.”

She took them in her hands, her face brightening as she looked at him so affectionately.

She had her dream job, her dream lover, and the best life possible.

Bought by the Bad Boy

Book Themes:

Breeding, Barely Legal, mild blackmail, Bimbofication

Word Count:

5,579

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High school is something most people put behind them as life beckons them forward, but for me? The carefree life of summer teen days was something I never wanted to say goodbye to. And I didn’t.

College? Nah.

Job? Don’t think so!

Laying by the pool in my parent’s luscious backyard in my string bikini, I was too busy enjoying life at a leisurely pace to waste my time on those bores. Instead I’d soak up some sun, then head inside, eat, clean up, and head out for a night on the town. Clubbing and bars, have a blast with my girlfriends, most of whom were like me; they skipped the whole bore of college and work life.

Though that one day, I was in for a rude surprise.

When I walked into the house I found my mother and father arguing, which was odd. They never fought like the parents of poorer kids. They had everything!

But when I saw them brandishing around a letter and arguing, it seemed like reality hit home.

I tried to put it behind me after they explained what was happening. They’d said horrible things like that I’d need to get a job! That they couldn’t afford to cater to my lavish lifestyle — as if! — and I’d have to make my own way.

I was in tears, frankly. And even that didn’t change their minds! So I knew it was serious.

I wasn’t the most fun that night, not in on the laughs my friends were having, but trying not to let them realize I was about to become one of those depressing tales of woe. What a bummer that’d be!

But out of the neon lights of the club appeared a tall, dark and handsome man, dressed better than all the other guys I’d seen that night. He stood out, but not in a bad way. I guess maybe it was the way he walked with that kinda swagger like he owned the world.

It was like the calling card of the rich and famous. Warded off those that’d be too intimidated to talk to someone that was just, like, brimming with confidence.