Forced Series Box Set (Forced 1-5)

She shivered, her knees giving way and bumping into the back of the desk.

“You did, Ms. Finnegan. I should add another lash for the lie.” Instead, I buried my face in her ass, her pussy.

“Oh!” she cried as my tongue entered her pink folds. I didn’t give her a reprieve. I ran my tongue down to her clit, pushing past her delicious skin until I grazed the nub. She jumped beneath me as if electrified.

I put my palms on her ass and spread her cheeks wide before licking from her clit to her asshole. I laved the tight hole and slid a hand around to her wet pussy. I sank two fingers inside and groaned at the heat I found there. Her walls clamped down on my fingers, sucking them inside her. I worked them in and out while I let my tongue play and stroke.

I pressed my lips against her and sucked her tight asshole. She moaned, the sound low and sultry. My cock begged to be inside her pussy. I ignored it. I needed more from her first. I stood and wrenched her up from where she lay on the desk before turning her around. I forced her to her knees in front of me.

She looked up, her eyes pleading with me. It did no good. She was mine, all of her. Nothing she did or said would stop her punishment.

“Open,” I said and pushed my blood-darkened head against her red lips.

They remained tightly closed. I smiled down at her. I was hoping she’d resist. I grabbed the hair on either side of her head and squeezed. Her eyes narrowed as the pain grew. I kept pulling until her mouth opened, her wet tongue beckoning me inside.

“If I feel so much as a tooth, Ms. Finnegan, there will be many, many more lashes. And this time, I’ll be striking your pussy.”

She shuddered and I pushed into her hot mouth, sliding all the way to the back. She took me in and closed her eyes.

“No, Ms. Finnegan. Look at me when I fuck your mouth.”

Her eyelids jerked open as I forced myself further inside. She gagged a little but I ignored it and pushed into her throat. She took it so deep that my balls were on her chin.

“That’s it, Ms. Finnegan, swallow me.” I gazed down into her eyes and slid in and out of her, fucking her mouth, her tongue. Spit built up and ran down her chin and to the floor as I thrusted and withdrew, thrusted and withdrew. I groaned when I felt her tongue playing along the bottom of my shaft. She was trying to make me come, to make me stop. Clever little bitch. I wouldn’t grant her the cum she so desperately wanted.

I gripped her hair harder. “Only when I’m ready and only after I’ve fucked your sweet little pussy.”

She moaned, the sound sending a vibration along my shaft and into my balls. Her tight throat was already drinking down my pre-cum. I had to get inside her pussy before I would allow myself the release I’d been looking forward to all semester.

I withdrew from her mouth and yanked her up. I pulled down her top, looping the fabric under her large tits. She didn’t wear a bra. Her shoulders were pinned back because of her bound wrists. Her nipples jutted into the air, hard and puckered. I took one in my mouth and kneaded her other breast. I bit and teased at her nipple until I felt her rub her thighs together ever so slightly. She wanted to be fucked. I would reward her.

I turned her around so that she was lying face down on the desk again. She let out a high squeal as I eased my head into her. Her pussy was even tighter and wetter than her mouth. I realized she desperately wanted my cock.

I sank into her, giving her every aching inch. She kept making little grunts and squeaks as I settled inside her. Her noises spurred me on until I was pounding her, the slapping sound of me against her ass echoing around the lecture room. There was no controlling myself now.

Her pussy tightened, demanding I be as rough with her as I wanted. I owned her and had to leave my mark. I groaned at how good it felt to finally give her what she deserved. I bent over her, my chest to her back, and pulled her hair to bring her head off the desk. Then I wrapped one hand around her throat as I fucked her harder and harder. Her pussy was so wet my cock slid in and out easily.

I squeezed her throat, cutting off her air for a moment and letting her know I was in control. I felt her heartbeat in her neck. It pounded to the vicious rhythm of my hips. Her pussy grew still wetter, hotter.