Just a short one I've had for a while but never posted.
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"You just couldn't wait, could you?" Mr. Christiansen glares down at me, his fingers sliding up and down my wet sex.
I look up at him from my position- spread out on his desk- shaking slightly from the frustration building within me.
"I'm s-sorry... I-I just oh,
ohhhh...
" I stutter out as he slides one of his fingers inside of me.
"You need to be QUIET. Your slutty little mouth is going to get us both caught." He says in a low, harsh tone.
Mr. Christiansen subsequently brings his newly wet fingers to mouth and I immediately begin sucking in earnest. I can hear the low growl he lets out, knowing my efforts are paying off.
Not that this was anything new or different. Most days I'd come begging to him by lunchtime, unable to resist the constant aching between my legs any longer. There were a few moments when we'd almost been caught; and though he'll never admit it, those were the times he came the hardest.
"What has you so worked up? You're particularly needy today, little one." He muses as he resumes sliding his fingers up and down my pussy.
"It's Monday... You know going all weekend without you does things to me..." I hesitantly say.
"Mmmm, what aren't you telling me?" he taunts. Damn, he knows me too well. "Did you touch your little pussy without my permission?"
I hesitate before I finally speak. "Not exactly..."
He immediately takes a fist full of my hair and brings his face to mine.
"Did you let someone else touch you, Ashton? You know I don't share."
He wasn't joking, he looked livid.
"It's... It's... That's not how it is..."
"Then you might want to tell me
how it is
, Ashton, before I get angry."
