Ava returns, seeking another 10% of her grade. Mr. Strong escalates the intensity, fucking her hard over his desk and solidifying his control over her.
The next day, Ava returned to my office, her steps hesitant but her eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. I leaned back in my chair, a smirk playing on my lips as I watched her approach. Today, I was going to take things a step further.
"Mr. Strong," she greeted, her voice soft and tentative.
I nodded, my gaze roving over her body, taking in the way her uniform hugged her curves. "Ava. You're here for your next 10%, I presume?"
She nodded, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her skirt. "Yes, sir. I'm ready to work for my grades."
I stood up, my chair scraping against the floor as I approached her. "Good. Then let's get started. On your knees, Ava. Show me what you can do with that pretty little mouth of yours."
"I guess we are getting right to it. Another blowjob? Sure, I can do that." She complied, her knees hitting the floor with a soft thud. Her hands reached for my belt, her fingers deftly undoing the buckle and unbuttoning my pants. She pulled them down, along with my underwear, revealing my already hardening cock.
Ava leaned in, her tongue flicking out to lick the tip, swirling around the sensitive ridge before dipping into the slit. I groaned, my head falling back as I savored the sensation. Her mouth was warm and wet, her lips wrapping around my shaft as she began to suck, taking me deeper than yesterday. The sight of her innocent glasses perched on her nose as she took my cock into her mouth was intoxicating.
"Yes, Ava," I muttered, my hips bucking slightly as she took me deeper into her mouth. "You're a natural at this. Keep going."
She complied, her head bobbing up and down as she sucked and licked, her hands reaching up to cup my balls, massaging them gently. She was more enthusiastic today, her movements more confident as she worked to please me. Her tongue danced along my shaft as she took me deeper, her lips stretching to accommodate my size. The sensation was incredible and I didn't want it to end. I could feel her determination to earn her grade in every flick of her tongue and every gentle squeeze of her hands.
Her enthusiasm was a stark contrast to the hesitant girl from yesterday, and it fueled my desire to see how far I could push her. I tangled my fingers in her soft black hair, the strands wrapping around my knuckles as I guided her movements.
"Fuck, that's it, Ava," I grunted, my voice thick with lust. "Your mouth feels incredible. So fucking warm and wet."
She moaned around my shaft, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my balls. Her pace quickened, her head bobbing with more urgency as she sought to please me. The wet, slurping sounds filled the quiet office, a lewd symphony of her efforts. I could feel the tip of my cock hitting the back of her throat, and she gagged slightly but didn't pull away.
"You can take more than that, can't you?" I urged, my grip on her hair tightening. "Show me how much you want this grade. Take it all."
I applied gentle pressure, pushing her head down further. Her eyes widened slightly, a flicker of panic crossing her face as my cock slid deeper into her throat. She struggled for a moment, her hands pushing weakly against my thighs, but then she relaxed, her throat opening to accommodate me.
"God, yes," I groaned, my hips thrusting forward instinctively. "Look at you, taking it so deep. Such a good little cocksucker for your teacher."
The sight was almost too much. Her innocent face distorted around my thick shaft, tears welling in the corners of her eyes from the effort, her glasses fogging up slightly. She was a mess, but she was my mess, and she was working so hard for her grade.
The sucking noises grew louder, more desperate as she fought for breath. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, coating my balls and running down her chin. Each time she pulled back, she gasped for air before plunging down again, taking me even deeper than before.
"That's it, choke on it," I growled, my control slipping as I fucked her mouth with increasing intensity. "You're doing so well, Ava. So much better than yesterday. I knew you had it in you."
I could feel my orgasm building, but I forced it down, wanting to prolong this exquisite torture. I pulled her head back, my cock slipping from her lips with a wet pop. She looked up at me, her face flushed and glistening with saliva, her lips swollen and red.
"Please, Mr. Strong," she panted, her voice hoarse. "Am I doing a good job?"
I smirked, wiping a stray drop of saliva from her chin. "You are doing a good job Ava. But we're not done yet. I want more. Pull down your panties and give them to me. I want to keep them."
Standing up, she hesitated for a moment, her eyes meeting mine with a mix of surprise and reluctance. But she complied, her fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down and stepping out of them. She handed them to me, her cheeks flushing pink as I tucked them into my pocket.
"Good girl," I praised, my voice low and husky. "Now, bend over my desk. Spread your legs."
She complied, her hands braced on the desk as she bent over, her skirt riding up to reveal her bare ass and a large tattoo of a rose on her hip and thigh. I approached her, my cock throbbing with anticipation. I reached out, my fingers tracing the curve of her ass before sliding between her legs, finding her already wet and ready.
I fingered her for a moment, my fingers sliding in and out of her tight pussy, eliciting soft moans from her lips. But I wanted more. I wanted to feel her wrapped around my cock, to claim her completely.
I positioned myself behind her, my cock pressing against her entrance. "Tell me you want this, Ava," I commanded, my voice firm. "Tell me you want me to fuck you."
"Y-yes, Mr. Strong," she stammered, her voice breathless. "Please, fuck me."
I didn't need to be told twice. I thrust into her, my cock sliding into her tight pussy with a single, forceful stroke. She cried out, her back arching as I filled her completely.
"Fuck, Ava," I groaned, my hips beginning to move as I fucked her from behind. "You feel so good. So tight."
I started immediately with a brutal pace, my hips slamming against her ass as I took her roughly, my cock pounding into her pussy with each thrust. Ava moaned, her hands gripping the edge of the desk as she took everything I gave her.
"Y-you're not wearing a condom, Mr. Strong," she panted, her voice breathless.
I chuckled, a low, dangerous sound. "And? You're my slut now, Ava. I can use you however I want. Whatever I want."
"Please don't call me a slut Mr. Strong," she whimpered, her voice cracking.
I slowed my thrusts just enough to lean over her, my lips brushing against her ear. "You are bent over my desk, getting fucked for grades. The title fits. Should I call you a whore instead?"
That seemed to shut her up.
"You are my slut," I said, resuming my brutal pace, driving my cock deeper with each word. “I can call you whatever I want.”
I gripped her hips tightly, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as I pounded into her with relentless force. Each thrust was a claim, a demand, a taking of what I wanted. Her body jolted with each impact, her tits bouncing with the force of my movements.
"Fuck, Ava," I grunted, my breath ragged. "Your pussy feels so good around my cock. So fucking perfect."
My fingers tangled in her soft black hair, the strands wrapping around my knuckles as I yanked her head back. The sharp gasp that escaped her lips was music to my ears, her spine arching into a painful curve that exposed the delicate column of her throat. "You like that, don't you?" I growled, my voice a low rumble against her ear. "You love being used like this."
"N-no, Mr. Strong," she whimpered, her voice cracking with pain. "It hurts."
I released her hair, only to bring my hand down in a sharp crack against her ass cheek. The sound echoed in the office, followed by her sharp cry. "Good girl," I praised, watching the red handprint bloom on her pale skin. "You take it so well."
My hips never stopped their brutal assault, each thrust driving deeper than the last. I gripped both her ass cheeks, my fingers digging into the soft flesh as I claimed every inch of her. "You're mine, Ava. All mine. I can do whatever I want with this tight little body."
"P-please, Mr. Strong," she gasped between thrusts, her voice strained. "Can you slow down? Be more gentle?"
I laughed, a dark, humorless sound that made her tremble. "Gentle? Why would I be gentle with my little slut? I'm here for my pleasure, not yours."
I grabbed her hair again, pulling even harder this time, forcing her head back at an impossible angle. Her scream was cut off as I drove into her particularly hard. "You're going to take everything I give you, aren't you, Ava? Every fucking inch."
She nodded frantically, her voice a broken whimper. "Y-yes, Mr. Strong. I will."
I could feel her body tensing beneath me, not with the tremors of pleasure, but with the rigid discomfort of someone enduring rather than enjoying. The realization sent a primal thrill through me. Her pain was my aphrodisiac. I deliberately eased my pace, just enough to keep her from breaking, but nowhere near enough to grant her any semblance of pleasure. I wanted her conscious of every single, agonizing second.
"Please, Mr. Strong," she begged, her voice a ragged, desperate whisper. "Please, can we stop?"
A cruel smirk twisted my lips as my hips continued their slow, tormenting rhythm. "Not yet, Ava. We're not even close to done. I want to see your face when I fuck you. I want to watch those pretty eyes while I ruin that tight little pussy."
With a final, deliberate thrust, I pulled out, leaving her empty and gasping. I spun her around, my hands gripping her waist as I lifted her effortlessly onto my desk. Her papers scattered to the floor, forgotten. My gaze dropped between her legs, to the neat strip of dark hair above her swollen, glistening lips.
"Unbutton your top, Ava," I commanded, my voice leaving no room for argument. "Show me those tits."
Her fingers trembled violently as they fumbled with the small buttons of her blouse. It was a delicious display of reluctance. Finally, the fabric parted, revealing the black lace of her bra straining to contain her full, round breasts. I reached out, my hands covering them, feeling their weight. I brushed my thumbs over the hardening peaks of her nipples, and despite herself, she moaned, a sound of pure reflex, her back arching as her body betrayed her mind, pushing her tits deeper into my grasp.
I positioned myself between her spread legs, the head of my cock nudging against her slick entrance. "Hold on, Ava," I warned, my voice a low growl. "We're not even close to being done."
With one brutal thrust, I buried myself to the hilt inside her. She cried out, her nails digging into my shoulders as I immediately set a punishing rhythm, my hips slamming against hers with relentless force.
"Slow down, Mr. Strong," she gasped, her voice ragged. "You're too rough. You're hurting me."
I didn't answer. I just fucked her harder, my cock pistoning into her tight pussy. I could feel my orgasm building, my balls drawing up tight, but I wasn't ready for it to end. My grip on her hips tightened, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as I claimed her, each thrust a stamp of ownership. Her body jolted with every impact, her tits bouncing wildly with the force of my movements.
I reached up, grabbing the flimsy cups of her bra and yanking them down. Her breasts spilled out, nipples hardening in the cool air. I cupped them, squeezing hard, my thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks. She moaned, but it was a pained, hollow sound. I pinched her nipples, rolling them between my fingers, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips.
"Please, Mr. Strong," she begged, her voice strained. "You're hurting me. Can you slow down? Be more gentle?"
Her pleas were just fuel to the fire. I ignored her, my pace unrelenting. I slid my hands down, gripping her bare ass under her skirt, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as I continued to pound into her. I could feel her body tensing with discomfort, but it only spurred me on. I wanted to break her, to leave my mark so deep she'd never forget who owned this pussy.
I reached up, fisting a handful of her hair and pulling her head back, forcing her to look at the ceiling. "You take what I give you, Ava," I grunted, my hips never ceasing their brutal assault. I could feel my orgasm building, a familiar pressure at the base of my spine, but I had no intention of coming inside her. I wasn’t sure if she was on the pill and that was a complication I did not need.
I pulled out, my cock still hard and glistening with her juices. I grabbed her arm, yanking her off the desk and forcing her to her knees on the floor. She looked up at me, her eyes wide and tear-streaked, as I stood over her, my fist wrapped around my throbbing shaft.
With a few final, brutal strokes, I erupted. Hot ropes of come shot out, splattering across her forehead and dripping down her lenses. More landed on her cheeks and her lips, marking her as mine.
Ava tried to pull away, her hands pushing weakly against my thighs, but my grip in her hair was like iron. "Stay still, you little slut," I commanded, my voice harsh and unyielding. "Take every fucking drop."
She whimpered, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and disgust as my seed covered her face. "Please, Mr. Strong," she begged, her voice muffled. "This is too much. I can't..."
I cut her off with a sharp tug on her hair, making her cry out. "You can and you will. You're my little fuck toy, remember? You exist for my pleasure, not yours."
Only when I was completely spent, my cock finally softening, did I release her. She slumped back on her heels, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. My come dripped from her chin onto her blouse.
"Are you on the pill, Ava?" I asked, my voice casual as I tucked myself back into my pants.
She flinched at the sudden question, her eyes wide with confusion. "W-what? Y-yes, Mr. Strong. I am."
"Good to know," I said with a smirk. "You're a fucking mess, Ava. But that's what happens when you don't try at school. You have to work for it."
She reached up, slowly wiping the come from her face with the back of her hand, her eyes never leaving mine. "I... I didn't know it would be like this," she admitted, her voice soft and broken. "I thought... I thought it would be different."
I chuckled, a low, dangerous sound. "Different? How so? You thought I'd be gentle? That I'd treat you like a princess? Wake up, Ava. You're in my world now, and in my world, you're just a fuck toy. Nothing more, nothing less."
I watched as she slowly stood up, her movements stiff and awkward. She wiped the remaining come from her face, adjusted her bra, and fumbled with the buttons of her top. Her hands trembled uncontrollably, a clear sign of the turmoil raging within her. The contrast between her attempt to compose herself and the raw vulnerability in her eyes was striking.
"Can I have my panties back?" she asked, her voice a barely audible whisper, a far cry from the confident girl who had first walked into my office.
"No. They're mine to keep," I said, my tone firm and unyielding. "A souvenir of our time today. Now get out of here. We'll continue this tomorrow."
As she left, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of satisfaction. I had marked her, claimed her in ways she wouldn't soon forget. The power dynamic was crystal clear, and I fully intended to keep it that way.