Good Girl For Mr Reid 3

♥ ZOE ♥

I was still bent over the desk, skirt bunched around my waist, panties stretched around my thighs, ass burning from the spanking. My legs were shaking. Mr. Reid’s fingers had left me aching and empty on purpose.

I heard him move behind me. Then his hands gripped my hips and turned me around so I was sitting on the edge of the desk facing him. He pushed my knees apart and stepped between them. My panties were still tangled around my thighs, keeping my legs from opening all the way. He solved that by yanking them the rest of the way off and tossing them aside.

I was completely bare from the waist down in the middle of his classroom.

Mr. Reid looked down at my pussy like he was deciding what to do with it. His eyes were darker than I had ever seen them. He dragged two fingers through my wetness again, slow and deliberate, then lifted them so I could see how shiny they were.

“Look at the mess you’ve made,” he said.

I swallowed hard. “I… I couldn’t help it.”

“I know.” He pressed those wet fingers against my lips. “Open.”

I opened my mouth. He slid his fingers inside so I could taste myself. It was filthy and humiliating and it made my pussy clench around nothing.

When he pulled his fingers out, he dropped to his knees between my spread legs.

My heart slammed against my ribs.

“Mr. Reid— wait—”

He didn’t wait.

He leaned in and dragged his tongue from the bottom of my pussy all the way up to my clit in one long, slow lick. My head fell back and a broken sound left my throat. He did it again, slower, flattening his tongue so he could taste every part of me. Then he focused on my clit, circling it with the tip of his tongue before sucking it between his lips.

“Oh my god—” My hands flew to his hair. I didn’t even mean to. My fingers tangled in the dark strands as he licked me like he had been thinking about it for weeks.

He groaned against me, the vibration making my thighs jump. One of his hands pinned my hip to the desk so I couldn’t squirm away. The other slid back between my legs and two fingers pushed inside me while his mouth stayed locked on my clit.

He curled his fingers and rubbed that same spot he had found earlier. The dual sensation was too much. My legs tried to close around his head but he kept them open with his shoulders. He licked and sucked and fingered me in a steady, relentless rhythm that had me gasping and moaning without any control left.

“Fuck— Mr. Reid— I’m gonna—”

He pulled his mouth away just long enough to speak, fingers still working inside me.

“Come on my tongue, Zoe. That’s an order.”

He sealed his mouth over my clit again and sucked hard while his fingers curled deep. The orgasm hit me so fast and hard that my vision blurred. I cried out, thighs shaking violently around his head, pussy pulsing around his fingers as I came. He kept licking me through it, dragging every last wave out of me until I was whimpering and trying to push his head away because it was too sensitive.

He finally pulled back, mouth and chin wet, eyes locked on mine.

“Good girl,” he said, voice rough.

I was still trying to catch my breath when he stood up. I watched, dazed, as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. He pulled his cock out and my mouth went dry. He was thick and hard and already leaking at the tip.

He stroked himself once, looking down at me sitting on his desk with my legs still spread and my pussy glistening from his mouth.

“Scoot back,” he ordered. “Lie down. Legs open.”

I did what he said. The wood of the desk was cool against my back. He stepped between my thighs, gripped my hips, and dragged me to the very edge so my ass was almost hanging off. The head of his cock nudged against my entrance.

He looked me in the eye.

“Last chance to tell me to stop.”

I was breathing too hard to form a proper sentence. I just shook my head.

“Words, Zoe.”

“Don’t stop,” I whispered. “Please.”

He pushed inside me in one slow, deep thrust.

The stretch was intense. I was wet enough that he slid in, but he was bigger than anything I had taken before. A long, shaky moan left me as he bottomed out. He stayed still for a few seconds, letting me feel every inch of him, then pulled almost all the way out and thrust back in harder.

The desk creaked under us.

He started fucking me in steady, deep strokes, hands locked on my hips so I couldn’t move away from any of it. Every thrust dragged against that sensitive spot inside me. The wet sound of him moving in and out of me filled the quiet classroom. My breasts bounced under my top with every impact. I was still wearing my shirt and bra — he hadn’t bothered to take them off — and somehow that made it feel even filthier.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he muttered, thrusting harder. “Been walking around my classroom every day with this pussy, acting like a brat. This is what happens.”

I could only moan in response. My hands gripped the edge of the desk above my head. He leaned over me, one hand bracing beside my shoulder, the other sliding under my shirt and bra to grab my breast roughly. He pinched my nipple hard enough to make me cry out, and the sharp pain mixed with the pleasure of his cock pounding into me until I was shaking again.

He fucked me like he had been holding back for a long time and had finally decided not to anymore.

I was already close to coming a second time when he pulled out suddenly. I made a desperate sound of protest. He flipped me over onto my stomach like I weighed nothing, dragged my hips back so I was bent over the desk again, and shoved back inside me from behind in one hard thrust.

The new angle made me see stars.

He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back while he fucked me harder than before. The spanking had left my ass sensitive, and every time his hips slammed against it the sting mixed with the deep, stretching pleasure of his cock.

“You’re going to come again,” he ordered against my ear. “And you’re going to do it on my cock this time.”

His hand snaked around my hip and found my clit, rubbing in tight, fast circles while he kept thrusting. The combination was too much. My second orgasm crashed over me even harder than the first. I sobbed as I came, pussy clamping down on him in hard pulses, legs threatening to give out.

He didn’t stop.

He fucked me through it and kept going, chasing his own release now. His thrusts turned shorter and more brutal. His grip on my hair tightened. I could feel him getting closer by the way his breathing changed and his cock swelled inside me.

“I’m going to come in this pussy,” he growled. “And you’re going to take every drop.”

I moaned in answer, too wrecked to form words.

He buried himself as deep as he could and came with a low, guttural groan. I felt every hot pulse of him filling me. He stayed locked against me, cock twitching, until he was empty.

For a long moment the only sound in the classroom was both of us trying to catch our breath.

He pulled out slowly. I felt his cum start to leak out of me immediately and drip down my thighs. He stepped back and looked at the mess he had made of me — skirt still around my waist, ass red, thighs shiny, cum running down my legs.

I was still bent over his desk, shaking, completely used.

Mr. Reid fixed his pants and ran a hand through his hair, trying to look composed again even though his face was flushed and his breathing hadn’t fully settled.

“Clean yourself up,” he said, voice quieter now. “Then sit down. Detention isn’t over.”

I pushed myself up on trembling arms and looked at him over my shoulder. My voice came out hoarse.

“Yes, sir.”

Something dark and satisfied flickered in his eyes when I said it.