Ms Myers Pt. 02

Jane's mind was in a haze, her body on fire. She couldn't deny the way her body was reacting to his touch. The way her nipples hardened beneath her bra, the way her pussy clenched with every stroke of his fingers. She was on the brink of an orgasm, and she knew that once she went over the edge, there would be no turning back.

"Fuck," she moaned, her head thrown back against the headrest. "I'm so close."

Chris smirked, his fingers moving faster and faster, his thumb applying more pressure to her clit.

"Cum for me, Ms. Myers," he growled, his other hand pinching her nipple through her blouse. "Show me how much you want it."

Jane's body trembled, her breathing quickened, and she knew she was about to come.  She tried to hold back, but Chris's fingers and his dirty talk pushed her over the edge. She cried out, her orgasm ripping through her like a freight train, her pussy clenching around Chris's fingers, her whole body shaking with pleasure.

Chris didn't let up, he continued his assault on her sensitive flesh, drawing out every last moment of her orgasm.

Finally, Jane's body went limp, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

Chris slowly removed his fingers from her pussy, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean once again.

"I fucking love how you taste, Ms. Myers," he groaned, as he leaned in to kiss her.

Jane was still limp, her body spent from the powerful orgasm that had just ripped through her. She was vaguely aware of Chris leaning in to kiss her, but she was too far gone to react. She let him kiss her, his tongue delving into her mouth, exploring every inch. She could taste herself on his lips, a reminder of what had just transpired between them.

Chris pulled away, a sly smile spreading across his face. "Did you enjoy that, Ms. Myers?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

Jane nodded, unable to speak, unable to form coherent thoughts. She felt like she was floating, detached from her body, from reality.

Chris looked down at his own lap.  Jane's eyes slowly followed his gaze and she saw her small hand still wrapped around his hard cock. She had almost forgot she was still holding onto it. She blinked, trying to piece together what just happened, and how she ended up willingly jerking off her student in the middle of their neighborhood while he made her cum with his fingers buried in her pussy.

"My turn," Chris groaned, interrupting her thoughts.

Jane's mind snapped back to the present when she felt his hand wrap around hers, guiding it up and down his thick shaft. 

"Wait, Chris, no. We need to stop," she stammered, half heartedly trying to pull her hand away. But her body betrayed her as her fingers tightened around him.

"Put it in your mouth, Ms. Myers," Chris demanded, his voice low and sultry.

"Chris, I can't," Jane protested weakly, even though she heard little conviction in her own words.

She was still in shock from the powerful orgasm she had just experienced and her body was still buzzing with pleasure.  She looked at him once more, her eyes hazy from a blend of alcohol and lust, before she relented and leaned forward, wrapping her lips around his cock.

Chris groaned as he felt her warm, wet mouth envelop him. He released her hand, letting her take control, and leaned his head back against the headrest with a sigh.

Jane's mind was still muddled with guilt and shame, but she couldn't deny the thrill that was coursing through her veins as she sucked him off. She had never done anything like this before, but the forbidden nature of the situation only added to her arousal.

She wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, tasting the saltiness of his precum on her tongue. She took him deeper into her mouth, feeling every inch of him against her tongue, her throat. She could feel his hands gripping her hair, his hips thrusting forward, taking what he wanted. She could feel her own arousal growing, her panties dampening as she sucked him off.

"Fuck, Ms. Myers," Chris groaned, as he continued to thrust himself deeper into her mouth. "That feels so fucking good."

Jane's mind was a fog, but she found herself falling deeper into the moment. She felt dirty, used, and completely consumed by her desire. She reached and gripped his hips, pulling him in deeper as she took him all the way into her mouth. It crossed her mind again at how much thicker he felt than her husband and her jaw began to ache. She could feel his cock hitting the back of her throat, gagging her. But she didn't care. She wanted him, all of him.

Part of her screamed for all of this to be over, it was so wrong and disgusting.  But another parted of her somehow wanted to please him, to make him feel good. She had never felt even remotely like a slut before but right now that's exactly how she felt.  Dirty and depraved, at someone else's mercy.  And it sent a thrill down Jane's spine.

She never knew that she would enjoy such acts of submissiveness. It did not matter that the cock buried in her mouth was a student's, and she despised him. Right now, she craved his body, the way he pounded himself in her mouth, the way he moaned and trembled with every deep thrust. His balls slapped her chin every time he hit the back of her throat. She salivated every time, to give him more pleasure.

The sloppy and obscene sounds of him fucking her mouth in this way echoed around the small space of the car. Her body shook in mild protest, her gag reflex long numbed by now. Her jaw ached, but still, she serviced him.

As he fucked her face, Chris reached down and grabbed a handful of Jane's hair. He pulled it tight, forcing her to look up at him from beneath her eyelashes. His gaze was dark and intense, and Jane felt her pulse quicken.

"Fuck, you're gonna make me cum, Ms. Myers," Chris groaned, his hips bucking wildly as he fucked her mouth. "Do you want me to cum?"

Jane's eyes watered, but she didn't break eye contact. Instead, she nodded in acceptance, her eyes silently pleading for him to give her her reward.

Chris let out a deep, guttural moan, and his hips twitched, his cock swelling in Jane's mouth. She felt every pulsating throb as he ejaculated, shooting his hot, sticky semen down her throat. He continued to hold her head in place, not allowing her to break eye contact, making her swallow every last drop as he emptied himself.

Finally, Chris released her hair and let out a satisfied sigh, as Jane pulled back, wiping a string of semen from her lips, and gasping for breath. She swallowed hard, as some of his seed dripped from her chin onto her shirt, leaving a wet spot over her breast.

They sat in silence for a minute, their chests heaving, as they both came down from their highs. Chris looked over at Jane, his eyes softening as he saw the expression on her face.

"You look like a mess," he teased, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

Jane looked at Chris, her eyes full of guilt and shame.

"Please, Chris,"she whispered, her voice hoarse from his assault. "You can't tell anyone."

Chris looked at her for a long moment, his expression unreadable.

"I won't," he said finally. "But only if you'll admit that you enjoyed it." Chris said, smirking.

"What?! No, I-" Jane started to protest, but Chris interrupted her.

"Admit it, Ms. Myers. You wanted me to cum in your mouth. I could see it in your eyes." he said, his voice low and seductive.

Jane opened her mouth to argue, but she couldn't deny the truth in his words. A part of her had enjoyed it, every dirty, forbidden moment of it. She felt her face grow hot with embarrassment as she recalled the way she had sucked his cock, the way he had made her take his seed.

"I-I don't know what came over me," Jane stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I-I shouldn't have done that."

Chris just smirked, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Oh, I think you know exactly what came over you," he said, his voice dripping with crude innuendo.

Jane felt her face grow even hotter with embarrassment.

"Chris, we can't-" Jane started, but Chris interupted her again.

"Time to go," he interupted, looking at his watch. 

Jane looked at him in shock, her mouth hanging open in disbelief.

"Wh-what do you mean, time to go? We have to talk," she stammered, as she attempted to gather her thoughts.

Chris smirked, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

"I have to go, Ms. Myers. I have to get home," he said, reaching across her body and opening her door. "This was fun though." He added with a grin.

Jane looked at him in numb silence, before she finally stepped out of the car.  She had been dismissed. Dismissed like a streetwalker, who had just served her purpose. There was no remorse in his eyes, no acknowledgment of the mistake they both had made. Only a smug satisfaction. As if seeking her out for his own pleasure was some kind of victory for him.

Jane stood numbly on the side of the road as his car disappeared into the night. She couldn't believe what had just happened. She looked around the neighborhood again, hoping no one saw her standing there, still flushed and disheveled. She slowly walked up her walkway as if in a trance opened her front door.

Once inside, Jane leaned against the closed door and closed her eyes, her mind reeling from the events of the evening. She felt guilty and ashamed, but her body was still tingling, a longing ache between her legs. She had never experienced such intense pleasure before. She knew it was the thrill of the situation, not Chris himself. 

But her body was insistent, still humming from the dirty acts they just performed together.

She pushed herself away from the door and walked to her bedroom. She knew she should freshen up, to cleanse herself to erase the filthy pleasure that coursed through her veins.

But some part of her didn't want to.  Chris had reduced her to a used, cum-slathered whore, and she felt both disgust and a perverted arousal.  She looked to her bed, her husband snoring softly and then to the bathroom door trying to decide. The thought of scrubbing Chris's pleasure from her skin made her shake again. She shook her head, fighting back tears and confusion. Who was she right now?  What the fuck was she feeling?

She couldn't deny that she wanted to stay dirty, to savor the way she had shamelessly submitted herself to this filthy encounter. She undressed and crawled into bed trying not to wake her slumbering husband.  But when he rolled over and put his arm around her, she didn't push it away. And when he eased himself awake and squeezed her breast, she didn't resist, only moaned. 

Within seconds, James was on top of her, plunging himself in with a rock-hard cock. Jane gasped, but let him fuck her. She closed her eyes, remembering what she'd just done, feeling the shameful thrill of being used, of being nothing but a vessel for male pleasure.

"You're still really wet," James groaned. "I knew you'd come around."

Jane turned her head to the side, staring blankly at the wall.

"Fuck me, James,"she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Her husband didn't need to be asked twice. He thrust into her powerfully, his cock filling her up completely. Jane let out a low moan, her fingers clenching into fists as she felt him bottom out inside of her.

James set a punishing pace, his hips slapping against hers as he fucked her hard and fast.

"Oh god, take it baby," he grunted, his hand gripping her hip tightly.

Jane couldn't speak, she could only nod her head frantically as she felt him drive deeper into her, filling her up completely. She relished each painful thrust into her raw and tender pussy, feeling deserving of some sense of punishment.

"Fuck, yeah," James groaned, his fingers digging into her flesh.

Jane could feel her orgasm building, her pussy clenching around him as he pounded into her. She could hear the wet, slapping sounds of their bodies coming together, the filthy soundtrack to their encounter.

James's grunts and her moans filled the room as they both chased their release. She wrapped her legs around him, her heels digging into his ass as she pulled him deeper into her.

"Yes, James, yes," Jane panted, her head thrown back as she surrendered to the feeling of him fucking her with everything he had.

"Oh fuck baby, I'm gonna cum," James cried out, his thrusting becoming erratic as his orgasm approached.

Jane felt her own climax building, the pleasure coiling tight in her belly as she neared the edge.

"Come with me, James," she begged, her voice desperate.

James locked eyes with his wife, and she suddenly grabbed the sides of his head with both hands and pulled his lips to hers.  She aggressively pushed her tongue into his mouth, a thrill going through her body, knowing what he might discern from the taste. Remants of Chris still coated her mouth and her heart raced as she wondered if her husband would taste him too. Again she wondered who the fuck she was right now, what was she doing to her husband?

James didn't hesitate, his tongue immediately tangling with hers as his hips continued to piston into her. Jane reveled in the feeling of his hard cock, the way it stretched and filled her pussy, the way it slid against her inner walls.

She moaned into his mouth, sucking on his tongue as her orgasm crept closer and closer. She felt like a dirty slut, a depraved woman who got off on the thrill of getting caught.

"Oh god," James mumbled into her mouth, his body tensing as he hit his climax.

Jane felt him fill her up, his hot semen flooding her pussy. What she was doing was filthy and she shamefully loved every second of it.  Her own orgasm washed over her as he throbbed inside of her, though not nearly as powerful as her earlier one in the car. She clung to him, gasping for breath and trembling with pleasure as she rode out her own release.

When they finally broke apart, James rolled off of her with a happy sigh.

"Fuck, baby, that felt so fucking good."

Jane didn't say anything, just lay there with her eyes closed, still trying to process what had just happened. She couldn't believe she had just had sex with her husband while still thinking about Chris and the way he had made her feel. That she had somehow rubbed her infidelity in her husband's face in such a humiliating and depraved way as kissing him after she'd just blown Chris.

She couldn't help but wonder if James had tasted Chris's semen on her lips, and the thought filled her with shame. Her husband cuddled up to her, his hands roaming her body as if nothing had changed.

Jane's guilt threatened to consume her. She knew she should tell James everything, but she was terrified of losing him, of the judgment and disgust in his eyes. She couldn't bear to see the hurt and betrayal she knew her actions had caused.

She felt like a monster, a cheating, whorish monster. She couldn't believe she had let herself get carried away like that, allowed herself to give in to Chris' manipulations. It went against everything she stood for as a teacher and as a person. She didn't even know what had come over her. All she knew was that she couldn't let anyone find out, least of all her husband. She couldn't bear to see him look at her with disgust and disappointment.

She knew she had to keep this secret from him no matter what.