Page 73 of Beau Pair
Gordon
“Fuck me. Please,” I beg him while all sprawled out over my desk.
I can’t even begin to imagine the kind of mess we’re making, and at the moment, I don’t care. All I care about is getting his dick in me and having him fuck me five ways to Sunday. Everything else can wait.
Beau grabs a handful of my hair and pushes his cock all the way down my throat and keeps me there until I’m gagging.
“Tell me, Professor,” he says, and holds my chin in one hand, lifting my head to look at him. “Have you been dreaming about me?”
“Y-yes,” I say.
“When?”
“Every… every time you walk into my class,” I tell him.
“Oh yeah? What goes through your mind every time I walk into your class?”
Beau’s free hand roams on my back, massaging me gently, making my skin tingle.
“You. Your cock. Under my desk. While we’re in a full class,” I gasp.
“And then?” he asks, and drops my head, using both hands to slide down my body and slip them under my trousers, taking a firm grip of my butt cheeks.
I press my face onto his groin and muffle my moan before it can erupt out of me.
“And then you slam me against the blackboard. The chalk rubs on my skin, my clothes. My hair. But it doesn’t matter. Because you pull my pants down, spread my cheeks apart and fuck me with that big cock of yours,” I say.
My dick is hard against the desk, desperate for release. But not before Beau can fuck me. That doesn’t stop me grinding on the wooden surface, on top of all the paperwork and assessments it’s cluttered with.
“You’re so naughty, Professor. That’s what you think every time I walk into class. Bad. Bad. Teacher,” he says, and slaps my butt.
I groan.
“You like that, Teach?”
“Yeah,” I gasp. “More. I deserve more.”
Beau pulls away from me and walks around the desk until he’s behind me. He yanks my belt out of its loops and tugs my pants and underwear down to my feet until my bottom half is exposed to him.
“You’re a bad teacher,” he whispers, and slaps my naked ass. “Fantasizing about. Your young. Student.”
Every pause equals a slap. Every slap gets harder. Every slap is followed by a gentle rub of his palm. My body jolts under his rule. My butt perks a little more. I’m sure it looks pink and rough. But Beau is still not done with me.
“I can’t help it. I get horny for my handsome student,” I tell him, and he presses his cock between my cheeks, hooking the belt around my neck and pulling.
“You’re a little perv, Teach, aren’t you?”
“Ahng… yes. Yes,” I say.
“A sick bastard,” he says as he leans closer behind me.
“Y-yes. Sick. So. Sick.”
Beau pulls the belt a little harder and his next words blow on my ear making my whole head tingle.
“Using your vulnerable students as your sexual fantasies. You should be punished.”
“I. Should,” I croak.
