Meekly, he pulled it out as it rung repeatedly. When he picked up, I could hear the person on the other line laying things out."Certainly, I understand you're the company's lawyer..." His voice trailed off as Mr. Williams decided to take the opportunity to leave with me. Once he was in the driver's seat, he seemed furious. I was incredibly embarrassed, feeling pins and needles in my chest and a knot in my stomach.The engine roared and we left, with him speeding away. As he kicked it into third gear already going ninety mph we hit the highway. The dials wound up, flying into the red as the engine spun. He knocked it into fourth, then once he was over one hundred and ten mph, he threw it into fifth.Staring at him, my heart was pounding as I shakily touched his arm."What?" he demanded, not taking his eyes off the road. My mouth went dry as I trembled nervously."Where are we going? This isn't the way back."He refused to speak to me. My breathing increased as I became more afra
My best friend Ada, lounged beside me on my bed and exclaimed, "Mila, you are exquisitely beautiful." Her eyes were fixed on my phone as she uttered these words. "You should definitely consider sending Everett that photo of yourself." With a tap on the screen, a provocative selfie of me lying on my bed without a top materialized. I responded with a playful giggle, opting not to share that particular photo. "No, that one doesn't showcase my features. How about this one instead?" I selected another image of myself positioned against a wall, clad in black lacy lingerie, with my legs spread apart. In the photo, I held a small silver vibrator against my undergarments, my tongue poking out and my eyes closed. Ada suggested nonchalantly, "Why not send both?" I raised an eyebrow in response. "What? It wouldn't hurt to provide him with more options to peruse, if you catch my drift," she added, making a suggestive pelvic motion with her hand. I stared at the pictures, contemplating
Yesterday, I was looking forward to tonight. But now that this happened, I was dreading it. I didn't know how things were going to go with Mr. Williams. How could I ever even pretend like nothing had happened? Like I didn't send my most intimate pictures to my crush's father? Like I didn't get wet when he texted me back and told me that I was sexy?I grabbed my macroeconomics textbook from my backpack and opened it up to the chapters that I needed to study for my college exam next Monday while trying to stop thinking about tonight. Because if I did, I would get nothing done.My phone, which I had intentionally placed facedown on the bed, buzzed. I gazed over at it, heart racing. One minute passed, then two, then I couldn't control the urge to flip it over and see Mr. Williams's name on the screen.Mr. Williams: I look forward to seeing you tonight, Mila.I stared at the text with wide eyes and fanned myself. My God. What did I say to that?After deciding to ignore the text, I tur
My cheeks flushed red, and I stood up from my seat. "No! I'll go, uh … get some of my pictures that I've taken. They're in my room. It's much better than a picture on a phone. You can't ever see anything on those things. I'll be right back," I said, leaping out of my chair. Before I left the room, I gave Mr. Williams a pointed stare, trying to tell him that I was going to go get that damn vibrator and put it inside of me. For him. "Fuck!" I said once I rushed into my room. "This really can't be happening." I searched for a picture that looked semi-decent to bring down to show my parents. Luckily, I found one that Ada had taken a few years ago that she gave me. I removed it from the frame and then grabbed my vibrator and buried it inside of me. A soft vibration pulsed through my core, and I silently cursed. This was going to be a long night. When I made it back downstairs, I gave my parents the picture and sat with my legs crossed on my chair, my panties soaked. Mr. William
Mr Williams pulled himself out of me, and I turned to him and knelt. He stroked his erection. "Stick out your tongue. You're going to swallow for me."My toes curled. I gazed up at him, fingers rubbing my wetness. He took my chin in his hand, and I opened my mouth. His juice sprayed over my face, completely missing my mouth. When he released my jaw, I wiped his juice off with my fingers and sucked them into my mouth.He smirked down at me and pinched both of my nipples in his fingers, pulling me up. I stumbled back onto the bed. He pushed his fingers inside of me again.Someone knocked on my door."How's everything coming along in there?" Dad asked.I bit my lip, trying to hold back my moans, and dug my nails into his shoulders. He pounded his fingers deeper inside of me. I arched my back and threw my head back."It's coming along." Mr. Williams chuckled. My fingers dug deeper into his skin as I desperately tried to keep my moans quiet. "Isn't it, Mila?"My legs trembled as the
Reynolds cleared his throat, introducing the topic we'd be talking about today and going over some announcements, like he did at the start of every class, and a moment later, my phone buzzed. I swallowed hard, wanting to ignore it … but I couldn't ignore the warmth pooling between my legs. So, I turned the brightness on my phone all the way down and opened the message from Everett's dad. : I have something for you. My heart raced, and I drew my knees together. Mr. Williams had something for me. : Be a good girl and play with yourself back there during my presentation, and maybe I'll give it to you when class is over. I swallowed hard, staring down at the message. Oh my God. My pussy was already throbbing, aching to have him inside of me again. I felt like a schoolgirl in a fucking porno, seducing the teacher, playing with myself as everyone looked at him, but he only looked at me. Where would he take me this time? Over this desk when we were finished? In one of the many emp
Reynolds gazed at me for a long moment, nodding his head to Mr. Williams and then handing him my phone. Reynolds gathered his belongings and walked right out of the room. Everett lingered by the door.Mr. Williams gazed over at him. "I'll meet you back at the house for dinner," he said. "I need to talk to Miss Mila beforehand about"-he held up my phone-"this. Don't wait up for either of us."Everett nodded his head and left the room, leaving me alone with Mr. Williams in a deserted college business class. He walked to the front of the desk, leaned against it, and crossed one leg over the other.I huffed to myself and trudged over to him, trying not to look too excited about this. Because I wasn't. I really, really wasn't. Definitely wasn't.I stared up at him, gaze lingering on the bulge in the front of his pants.He held up my phone. "Do you think that the little stunt you pulled was funny?" he asked, brow raised."Depends," I said, batting my lashes at him. "Did it make you ha
He pressed his lips against my ear, sucking the skin. "He wouldn't like that, would he?" When I didn't say a word, he curled his hand around my neck and pulled me toward him. "Would he?""No," I breathed out, my heart pounding in my chest.I gazed out the door window, watching people walk by in the halls. No, there wasn't a class in here after … but people loved to study in the empty classrooms. And … I had no doubt that someone would glance into this one, hoping to find an empty classroom but finding Mr. Williams thrusting his fingers into my tight, wet pussy instead."We have to stop," I breathed out. "We … we can't …""Do you want your father finding out?" he asked in my ear. "About everything?"I furrowed my brows and shook my head, heart racing in my chest. "No.""No, you don't." He tugged on my hair, fingers still moving fast inside of me. "That's why you're going to take off your pants, sit on this desk, and spread your legs wide for me."After pulling his hand out of my