The Hot Untouchable Lecturer III

HIS hips bucked subtly, a low growl rumbling in his chest. “That is it, Mara. Just like that. Although you still don't know how to make me lose my mind.” His fingers tightened in her hair, guiding her, pushing her down, deeper. She swallowed, the thick column of his banana filling her throat, making her gag slightly, but she pushed through it, the desperate need to satisfy him overriding any discomfort. Her hands wrapped around his thighs, pulling him closer, anchoring him. She tasted him, sucked him, felt the rigid length of him pressing against the back of her throat. She heard the wet, sucking sounds, the soft shlicking as her mouth worked him, and it only intensified not just her own burning desire, but the desire to satisfy her boyfriend, to reach that apex he always wants. “c*m for me, baby,” she mumbled against his c**k, her words muffled. “Fill my mouth. Please.” He thrust, a deep, guttural moan tearing from his throat. His hips pulsed, pushing into her mouth with a fierce urgency. Then she felt the sudden surge, that pain she always did when his disco stick stayed longer, deep in her throat, and before she could stop herself, she pulled him out, gasping for air. Zayne looked down at her and sighed. As expected. He pulled back, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his c**k slick and dripping of her saliva. Mara, still on her knees, swallowed the last of him, a non-satisfied hum escaping her. Her lips glistened, covered in his essence. She looked up at him, her eyes shining with a frantic, desperate plea that hadn't been sated, only sharpened. “I'm… I'm sorry,” she managed to say. Zayne said nothing, but just walked away. She stood to her feet instantly and rushed up to him. “Please,” she grabbed him by the arm. He nodded slightly. “It’s fine,” he said. She smiled. “Let us continue. We aren't done, are we?” “Get on the bed,” he said and she climbed it immediately, chuckling like a child. Then she laid down slowly, her back to the soft cushion, her legs already spread wide open. He scoffed and walked up to her, stroking his veined third leg, hoping at least this would be something different from the usual. Then he climbed the bed, his eyes steadily fixed on hers. As he straddled over her, she wrapped her arms around his waist. “Put it in already,” she whispered. He beat his d**k on her triangle, teasing her, making her yearn for him. She moaned. Without warning, he slipped it in and she screamed out at once. He whined his waist, left and right, probing further into her coochie. By this time, Mara was already beginning to feel that pain, that gnawing pain whenever he drives his joystick deeper. The pain wasn't just pain, wasn't even pain mixed with pleasure, it was straight up pain. But she beared it, endured it, for the sake of Zayne. She wanted to ‘satisfy’ her boyfriend, she didn’t want him to complain again. So she stayed still. As for Zayne, the surge of emotions running through his veins was thrilling and intoxicating at that moment. This was the longest Mara had ever stayed for him. “Urghhh, babe. Yes! Yes!” He moaned through his teeth, increasing his pace, pounding deeper and deeper. Mara's p***y was now beginning to sting, irritation slowly taking over. She still endured. All she wanted was just to satisfy Zayne, to make him stop complaining. Zayne went on pounding. Then that did it. Mara couldn't take it anymore, with the speed of light, she wriggled her waist away and pulled out, leaving Zayne in shock. “What was that?” He asked, his curved d**k smeared with her c*m still stood rigid. Her breathing was rapid, beads of perspiration all over her, face and chest, her eyes were already glassy with tears. “I… I felt it—” “Again?” Zayne barked. She shook, nodding like a child. “Yes. I'm very serious, Zayne, I am not making this up. I felt the pain,” she wrapped the duvet over her body. Zayne scoffed, he was silent, his gaze lowered to the sheets. Mara sniffed. “I'm sorry… I really am.” “And I thought you were already getting good at this. I thought you were becoming better, I mean you stayed, and I was already cumming. You… you just spoiled things. Damn it!” He scrambled out of the bed in anger. She watched him in the pain of everything, torn between calling him back and leaving everything as it already is. “Zayne please, you have to hear me out. I'm not doing this on purpose, please,” she pleaded, but he wouldn't want to hear of it. He stopped in his tracks and turned to her. “Still, you repeated it. Or didn't you? Look at me—” he gestured at his c**k, “I was almost cumming, I was at the peak and as usual, you switched,” he clicked his fingers. “Zayne please—” He didn't turn back, he just sauntered into the bathroom and got under the shower, letting the waters to wash out everything, wash out the remains of the disappointing escapade. Mara still sat on the bed, whimpering. A few minutes later the waters stopped rushing, and then Zayne walked out, dabbing a white towel on his body. He didn't spare her a glance. He just walked to the dresser, his phone which laid there lit up and so he picked it up, and with that he walked out of the room. As soon as he got out, he tapped on his phone, it was a text, and not just any text, a text from Ms. Lesley. A peaceful smile cut across his face. He tapped on it quickly and a few lines of text came on. It was a simple one. ** First Session Begins Tomorrow. 4pm. My Office. **