Good Girl For Mr Reid 4

♥ ZOE ♥

My legs barely worked.

I stood up on shaky heels, skirt still bunched around my waist, and felt Mr. Reid’s cum slide down the inside of my thighs. The classroom air felt cold against the wet mess between my legs. My ass was still throbbing from the spanking. My pussy felt stretched and used.

Mr. Reid watched me the entire time, leaning against the desk with his arms crossed like he hadn’t just fucked me senseless.

“I said clean yourself up,” he repeated, voice calm again.

I looked around. There were no tissues on his desk. No paper towels. Just the whiteboard, the desks, and us.

He followed my gaze and gave a small, dark smile.

“Not with tissue. Get on your knees.”

My stomach flipped. “What?”

“You heard me. On your knees. Clean my cock with your mouth. Then you can deal with the rest.”

I stared at him. My face burned, but my body still felt hot and restless. Slowly, I lowered myself to my knees on the classroom floor. The hard tile bit into my skin. His cock was still half-hard, shiny with my wetness and his cum. The smell of sex was thick between us.

I leaned forward and took him into my mouth.

He was still sensitive. I felt him twitch against my tongue as I licked him clean, tasting both of us. I dragged my tongue along the underside, then took him deeper, sucking gently. He let out a low breath and rested one hand on the back of my head — not pushing, just holding.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Good girl. Get every drop.”

I kept going until he was clean and starting to harden again in my mouth. When I pulled off, a thin string of spit connected my lips to the tip of his cock. I looked up at him, waiting.

He brushed his thumb across my bottom lip, smearing the wetness there.

“Stand up. Take the rest of your clothes off. All of it.”

I rose on unsteady legs and pulled my shirt over my head. My bra followed. I stood in front of him completely naked except for my heels while he was still fully dressed. The imbalance made my stomach tighten all over again.

Mr. Reid walked around me slowly, like he was inspecting something he owned. His hand trailed across my stomach, then up to cup one breast. He pinched my nipple hard enough to make me gasp.

“On the desk again,” he said. “On your back. Legs spread. Hold them open for me.”

I climbed onto the desk and lay back. The wood was cool against my bare skin. I hooked my hands behind my knees and pulled my legs up and open, exposing everything to him. I felt his cum still leaking out of me. It was humiliating and so fucking hot I could barely stand it.

He stood between my legs and looked down at me for a long moment.

“You’re going to stay just like this,” he said. “I want to watch it drip out of you.”

I whimpered. More of his cum slid out of my pussy and down toward my ass. He watched it happen with dark eyes, then reached down and pushed two fingers back inside me, scooping some of the mess and pushing it deeper again.

“I didn’t say you could let it out,” he said quietly.

I moaned, head tipping back. He fingered me slowly, spreading his cum around inside me, then pulled his fingers out and painted my clit with the wetness. Circles. Firm pressure. My hips tried to move but he pinned one thigh down with his free hand.

“Stay open.”

He kept rubbing my clit with the same steady rhythm until my legs started shaking again. I was already so sensitive from the first two orgasms that it didn’t take long. The tension built fast and sharp.

“I’m close—” I gasped.

“Ask properly.”

“Please, Mr. Reid… please let me come—”

“Come.”

I did. My back arched off the desk as the orgasm ripped through me. I cried out, still holding my legs open like he ordered, pussy pulsing and pushing more of his cum out while he kept rubbing my clit through every wave. By the time it ended I was panting and limp, arms trembling from holding the position.

Mr. Reid didn’t give me time to recover.

He pulled me off the desk, turned me around, and bent me over it again. My chest pressed flat against the wood. He kicked my feet further apart, then I heard the sound of him spitting. Wet fingers pressed against my asshole.

I tensed immediately.

“Relax,” he said. “I’m just playing. For now.”

He rubbed slow circles around the tight ring of muscle, spreading spit and leftover cum there, while his other hand reached under me and found my clit again. The dual sensation made my head spin. He didn’t push inside my ass — just teased it, pressing and rubbing while he worked my clit until I was moaning into the desk, completely overwhelmed.

Then he lined his cock up with my pussy again and thrust back inside in one hard stroke.

I sobbed at the sudden fullness.

He fucked me like that — bent over the desk, one hand on my clit, the other occasionally pressing against my asshole — with deep, punishing thrusts that made the desk shake. My breasts dragged against the wood with every movement. The wet slap of skin on skin was filthy and loud in the empty classroom.

“You’re going to come one more time,” he ordered, voice rough. “And when you do, you’re going to thank me for it.”

His fingers on my clit moved faster. His cock dragged over that perfect spot inside me with every thrust. I was so oversensitive that the pleasure bordered on pain, but I couldn’t stop the orgasm from building.

It hit me hard and messy. I came with a broken cry, pushing back against him, walls clamping down.

“Thank you—” I choked out. “Thank you, Mr. Reid—”

“Good girl.”

He fucked me through it, then pulled out, flipped me onto my back once more, and stroked his cock hard and fast over my stomach and chest. He came with a low groan, painting thick ropes of cum across my breasts, my stomach, and the underside of my chin.

I lay there on the desk, covered in him, legs still open, breathing like I had run for miles.

Mr. Reid looked down at the mess he had made of me and exhaled slowly, some of the intensity finally leaving his shoulders.

He reached out and dragged two fingers through the cum on my stomach, then brought them to my mouth. I opened without being told and cleaned them.

“Detention is over,” he said quietly. “Get dressed. Go home.”

I sat up slowly. Everything between my legs felt swollen and used. His cum was cooling on my skin. I started gathering my clothes with shaking hands.

As I pulled my panties back on — still damp — he spoke again.

“Zoe.”

I looked at him.

“Same time next week,” he said. “Don’t be late. And wear a skirt again.”

My stomach fluttered hard.

“Yes, sir.”

I finished getting dressed in silence. When I walked to the door, I could still feel him leaking out of me with every step. I paused with my hand on the handle and glanced back.

Mr. Reid was already sitting behind his desk again, looking almost normal — except for the way his eyes followed me.

I left the classroom on unsteady legs, the taste of him still on my tongue, knowing full well I would be back.