Monster energy, have Alex give you a handjob, M
From Create Your Own Story
You gently kiss the tears off his cheek as your fingers continue to weave through his hair, stroking it softly and bringing him closer to Johnsons monsterous pace. Your other hand guides his palm down to meet your erection, feeling its heat and hardness beneath your pants. You watch as he hesitates for a moment before slowly wrapping his fingers around you, his touch weak. You know he wants to ask you why you;re doing this, but he's gagged and chained in some unforeseen way, and you've chosen to take advantage. If he wanted you before, why wouldn't he want you now, right? You moan deeply, the sound vibrating against his skin as your hips buck forward into his touch, craving more contact. His eyes widen slightly at the feel of you in his hand, and you can almost see the thoughts racing through his mind. You were caught in a daze, the room heavy with lust and desire. Your free hand trembled as you guided Alex's palm against your heat, forcing him to touch you. You couldn't help but moan lowly as he expertly began to work you, your body needy under his touch. The sensation was overwhelming, an all-consuming fire that burned through you.
"Ah, like that..." you whispered, voice cracking with need.
Johnson, standing there watching you and Alex, couldn't contain himself any longer. He let out a moan of his own, the sight turning him on so much more than he had expected. The scent of your arousal filled the air, intoxicating him as his eyes never left your body.
Your mind raced with conflicting thoughts - the guilt of indulging in such forbidden acts, but also the undeniable pleasure coursing through your veins. You knew you shouldn't be enjoying this, but it was hard to ignore the way your body responded to their touch.
"Jesus. You're just as much a slut as he is, aren't you? You just like me boy? Ready to give this bitch what he craves?"
"God, yes," you replied, not caring about the consequences anymore. "Just... don't stop."
As the intensity escalated, Johnson's movements grew erratic and shallow. With every thrust, you pressed Alex's face harder against him, leaving no room for escape. Johnson's guttural groans filled the air, repeating "yes" like a desperate mantra. Your legs trembled, feeling weak under the weight of your actions. Alex let out a noise caught between a hiccup and a sob as he struggled to accommodate Johnson's girth.
"Is this what you wanted?" Johnson growled, his eyes locked onto yours. You couldn't answer, not with the storm of emotions swirling within you. But your silence seemed to fuel Johnson further.
With a sudden, brutal motion, Johnson slapped Alex's cheek hard, leaving a red glow that made your stomach churn. The sound echoed through the room, pulling you back from the precipice of pleasure for a moment. It was as if a veil had been lifted, and you suddenly became aware of the world around you. Frogs were chirping in the distance, and you could hear the muffled footsteps of students wandering the halls just beyond the large doors.
The heat of the moment had engulfed you, but the fleeting satisfaction was overshadowed by an overwhelming sense of dread. You felt your body tense, heart pounding like a wild animal caged within your chest. With one expert jerk of his hand, Alex brought you to the edge and sent you tumbling over, releasing your pent-up frustration all over his legs.
"Ugh, fuck," you gasped, every muscle in your body going limp as you collapsed against the wall. The sight of Johnson buckling over, hugging Alex into his crotch as he ruts his dick into his mouth, pouring cum down his waiting throat, made you want to scream. But no sound could escape your throat. With his cock still pumping into Alexs mouth, and Alex holding onto the teachers waste in a desperate attempt to keep him still and perhaps push him away, Johnson laughed darkly.
"You two, are both expected at the library. Tonight. And if you dare miss this appointment I'll personally ensure you fail every class you ever enrol on"
You tell Johnson he's utterly desgusting
You sigh, mouth still watering, thoughts hazy. He'll see you both there
