NIGHT CLASSES WITH MR. HARLAN I

EMMA

I was failing everything, but I didn’t care. At 19, my mind was constantly flooded with filthy thoughts instead of equations and formulas. My parents finally snapped and set up these intense private night classes. Math with Mr. Harlan — that 48-year-old beast of a man with his broad shoulders, salt-and-pepper hair, deep commanding voice, and the kind of experienced stare that made my young pussy clench and drip every single time. Then sciences with Miss Lena, that sharp 32-year-old goddess with massive E-cup tits, a thick juicy ass, and a dominant energy that made me fantasize about her sitting on my face.

Tonight my parents were gone for the whole weekend. The house was empty, and both teachers were staying over after their late sessions. My cunt had been throbbing all day just thinking about Mr. Harlan’s thick cock. I decided to be bold as fuck.

I dressed like a total slut: a tiny pleated skirt that barely covered my ass, no panties whatsoever, my smooth shaved pussy already swollen and leaking. A tight white crop top that made my perky C-cup tits look obscene, nipples poking hard against the fabric. When Mr. Harlan arrived, I greeted him with an innocent smile and led him straight to the big sectional couch in the living room.

While his back was turned, setting up textbooks and notes on the coffee table, I climbed onto the couch, spread my legs as wide as I could, yanked my skirt up to my waist, and shoved two fingers deep into my soaked cunt.

“Mmm… fuck…” I moaned, pumping them in and out fast. The wet squelching sounds were loud and nasty. I added a third finger, stretching my tight hole, my juices running down my ass crack.

Mr. Harlan turned around and froze. His eyes locked on mine, then dropped straight to my exposed, finger-fucking pussy. Pure animal hunger flooded his face. His cock bulged massively in his pants.

“Emma… what the actual fuck are you doing?” His voice was low and rough, barely holding back.

I didn’t stop. I fucked myself harder, moaning his name like a whore.

“Mr. Harlan… I’ve wanted your big cock for months. Look how fucking wet my slutty student cunt is for you, Sir. It’s dripping everywhere.”

He tried to resist, gripping the table.

“This is wrong. You’re my student. Stop this right now.”

But I pushed harder. I spread my pussy lips wide with my fingers, showing him my pink clenching hole.

“Please, Sir… I’m such a dirty little cumslut. I finger my cunt every night thinking about you destroying me. Fuck me. Ruin me.” I slammed my fingers back in, moaning louder, “Mr. Harlan… please… I need your cock stretching my tight hole!”

My juices were everywhere. The smell of my horny pussy filled the room. I kept eye contact, biting my lip, whimpering and begging while I masturbated frantically for him, my hips bucking.

His breathing got heavy. The hunger in his eyes turned feral. I knew I had him.

He snapped.

“Fuck this,” Mr. Harlan growled savagely. He dropped to his knees, grabbed my thighs with bruising force, spread me obscenely wide, and slammed his hot mouth onto my dripping cunt.

“Oh my fucking GOD, Sir!” I screamed, grabbing his hair hard.

His tongue attacked me like a beast — long, rough licks from my asshole all the way up to my swollen clit, then sucking my clit so hard I saw stars. He was sloppy and aggressive, slurping loudly, drinking every drop of my pussy juice. Two thick fingers shoved deep inside me, stretching me wide as he finger-fucked me brutally, curling them against my G-spot while his tongue flicked my clit like lightning.

“You filthy fucking tease,” he snarled into my cunt, the vibrations making me shake. “Coming to class with your bare dripping cunt under that tiny skirt. You wanted your teacher to devour this sloppy hole, didn’t you, you little whore?”

“Yes! Yes, Sir! Eat my fucking pussy! I’m your dirty student slut!” I cried, grinding my soaked cunt all over his face, smearing my juices across his mouth, nose, and chin.

He ate me like a man possessed — sucking, licking, biting my lips, tongue-fucking my hole deep. My first orgasm crashed through me violently. I squirted hard onto his tongue, my body convulsing as I screamed his name.

Mr. Harlan stood up, yanked his pants down, and pulled out his massive cock — thick, veiny, rock-hard 8 inches with a fat leaking head. He grabbed my hips, lined up, and slammed every inch into my tight cunt in one brutal thrust.

“FUUUUCK!” I screamed, my walls stretching painfully around his girth.

He didn’t wait. He started pounding me like a savage, deep, punishing strokes that slammed against my cervix. His heavy balls slapped my ass loudly. One hand choked my throat while the other mauled my tits, pinching and twisting my nipples hard.

“Take this fat teacher cock, you little cumdump,” he grunted, fucking me mercilessly. “This is what naughty failing students get. Their holes destroyed by their tutor’s dick.”

He flipped me over roughly, yanked my ass up, and railed me doggy style even harder. Loud smacks echoed as he spanked my ass bright red. He pulled my hair like reins, arching my back painfully as his cock hammered my G-spot brutally. I came again, squirting all over his balls, my pussy spasming and milking him.

“Harder, Sir! Ruin my cunt! I’m your fucking whore!” I begged like a bitch in heat.