Beneath the Table

Him (sipping coffee, gaze steady):

You’ve been shifting in your seat for an hour.

Is your cunt still full from last night, or are you just aching for more?

Her (blushing, voice velvet):
Both.
It’s hard to focus when I’m leaking into my thighs, Sir.
You marked me deep.

Him (smiling faintly):
Good.
Every step you take is a reminder:
You’re used.
You’re owned.

Her (tracing the rim of her glass):
And every word you say drags me deeper.
I feel your voice like a hand between my legs.

Him (leaning in slightly):
If I slipped my hand under that dress right now—
Would I find you dripping?

Her (swallowing hard):
Yes.
You wouldn’t even need to touch.
Just your fingers near me would make me tremble.

Him (voice low, calm, deadly):
You want me to wreck you again, don’t you?
Right here.
Right now.
If I told you to excuse yourself and wait for me in the restroom—
Would you?

Her (breath hitching):
Yes, Sir.
Without question.

Him (smiling into his coffee):
But not yet.
No.
You’ll sit there and suffer for me.
Smile when the waiter speaks.
Pretend you’re not soaked and ruined and mine.

Her (legs crossing tighter):
You’re cruel.
And I’m aching for it.

Him (brushing fingers over her wrist):
You’re glowing.
Everyone thinks it’s love.
But we know better.
You’re in heat, little one—
And I’ll be the one to put that fire out when we get home.

Her (whispering, desperate now):
How long do I have to behave?

Him (grinning darkly):
Until I’m done enjoying your restraint.
And then I’ll bend you over the nearest surface and fuck the good girl out of you.

Her (a shaky exhale):
Yes, Sir.

Her Wordless Obedience

She doesn’t speak a word of submission.

She doesn’t need to.

From the moment we step inside the café, her entire body shifts.
Her posture softens—but it’s not weakness. It’s surrender. The kind she offers only to me.

She walks a half-step behind me. Not overt, but intentional.
It tells me she’s in her space—that gentle headspace where she’s attuned only to my voice, my presence, my permission.

When we sit, she waits—just long enough—for me to gesture before settling into her seat.

A tiny glance, upward and sideways, barely noticeable to anyone else.
But I see it.
It’s her asking: May I?
I nod. She exhales.

Her fingers trace the condensation on her glass as she listens to me speak.
It’s not idle—it’s grounding. She’s focused, but her world is narrowed. Quieted.

She doesn’t interrupt. Not once.
When she speaks, it’s measured. Thoughtful. Polished—but not performative.
Her tone is soft. Not shy—controlled.

And her eyes—God, those eyes.
They flick to my hands constantly. Watching for a gesture. A signal. A shift in my expression.

She reads me like scripture, and responds with the smallest of things:
—knees pressed a little tighter
—shoulders straighter when I look at her
—a subtle parting of her lips when I mention how she looks

Then there’s her collarbone.
Bare. Exposed beneath the dip of her dress.
She tugs it once—slowly. A silent reminder. I remember who I belong to.

Her coffee arrives.
She stirs it the way I like mine, even though it’s her cup.
Then she pushes it toward me, just a little.
An offering.
I take a sip. She smiles—satisfied, like she’s just pleased me with the smallest act of service.

There’s a moment—quiet but potent—when she shifts in her seat. Crosses her legs, uncrosses them. Her breathing changes.
I know that look.

She’s wet.
From just the tone of my voice and the memory of my hand on her throat the night before.
No one else sees it—but I know every flush in her cheeks, every tension in her thighs.

When I brush my foot against hers beneath the table, she freezes for a breath. Then relaxes into it.

In Plain Sight

It’s just brunch.

Two people, a Sunday morning, a sunlit café with crooked chairs and the scent of fresh pastries in the air.

To anyone watching, we could be any couple—laughing, leaning close, trading sips of coffee.

But I feel the charge beneath her skin like a live wire.

She wears the dress I chose for her—soft blue cotton, just a little too short when she crosses her legs. No bra.

My command. Her compliance.

I watch her from across the table as she runs a finger along the rim of her glass.

Eyes lowered. Shoulders relaxed. But her mouth curves into a knowing smile.

She’s glowing. Not because of last night—but because she’s mine. Still marked, inside and out.

“You’re quiet,” I say, reaching out to touch her hand.

She smiles up at me. “I like being watched.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Are you talking about me or everyone else in here?”

Her blush gives her away.

I lean forward. Voice low. Calm.

“They have no idea, do they? That you’re sitting there with my cum still inside you. 

That I could snap my fingers and have you follow me to the restroom without a word.”

Her pupils dilate. I feel her thighs tense beneath the table.

“You wouldn’t,” she breathes.

“I wouldn’t,” I say. “Not today. Today you just get to be pretty for me. Obedient. Soft.”

She bites her lip. Her eyes dart down.

“Color?”

She looks up, instantly. “Green, Sir.”

Good Girl.

Morning Light

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After the Storm

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On My Command

She waits for me exactly as thought—

Naked, on her knees, back straight, 

hands behind her, eyes lowered.

I shut the door behind me and let silence stretch.
She doesn’t dare look up. Good girl.

“You were late texting me?”

I walk slowly around her, 

the click of my boots on the floor loud in the quiet room.

Her breath hitches—she knows what that tone means.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” she whispers.
I grip her chin, lifting her face to mine.

“You will be.”

I take my time. I strip in front of her, 

but not for her—this is mine, this moment.

She looks up at me through lashes heavy with submission, 

need swirling in her eyes.

I grab a fistful of her hair and drag her forward. 

She stumbles but doesn’t resist.

She knows better.

“You want to be used?”
“Yes, Sir.”

I push her down.

My cock hits her lips, and she parts them like a prayer.
Her tongue works in practiced devotion, messy, eager.
Tears well in her eyes as I fuck her throat mercilessly—
no words now, just rhythm and dominance and control.

I use her mouth like a toy, then pull out with a growl.
“Get on the bed. Face down. Ass up.”

She obeys instantly—no hesitation, just that beautiful obedience.
Her body on display, vulnerable and waiting.
I grip her thighs and spread her wider.

My hand cracks against her ass—once, then again.
She gasps. Her skin blooms red beneath my palm.

“Count.”

“One... thank you, Sir.”
“Two... thank you, Sir.”

I don’t stop until her body is trembling, her thighs slick.
I slap her pussy once—hard. She cries out, but pushes back into me.
Perfect.

I grab her hips and slide into her in one brutal thrust.
She cries into the mattress.

She is soaked and tight, clenched around me like she was made for this.

I pound into her, hips slamming against her with each stroke.

The bed rocks. The room fills with the sounds of skin, moans, and power.
She claws at the sheets—
but she doesn’t run. She takes every inch.

“You’re mine,” I growl, gripping her throat from behind.
“Yes, Sir—yours, always.”

I thrust harder. Faster. I want her wrecked.
I want her broken open for me and no one else.

I flip her onto her back, grab her ankles, and fold her in half.
I fuck her deep, rough—her cries growing louder, her nails raking my shoulders.
“Sir—please—I’m going to—”

“Cum for me.”

She shatters beneath me.
Back arching, legs shaking, voice breaking.
I don’t stop. I fuck her through it, chasing my own release—
and when it hits me, I empty into her with a grunt, burying myself as deep as I can.

Silence follows. Only breath and heartbeat remain.

She lies beneath me, dazed and glowing.
Her body marked. Her mouth parted.

I lean down, kiss her temple, and whisper,

“Good Girl.”

Her Late-Night Invitation

My phone buzzes. Midnight.

Three words on the screen:

“I’m alone.”

A pause. Then another:

“No panties.”

Then one more—

“Door’s unlocked.”

I don’t smile.
I don’t need to.
Because this isn’t an invitation.

It’s a surrender.

She knows what she’s doing—
using words like a leash,
pulling me in from across the city
with that sweet, aching need she only shows me.

I stand.
Grab my keys.
No hesitation.

Because I know what I’ll find:
Her — on the edge of obedience and desperation.

Knees drawn up.
Lips parted.
Pussy wet and waiting like a prayer.

She thinks she’s calling me over.
But really, she’s summoning the storm.

I won’t knock.
I never do.

I’ll walk through that door,
strip the silence from her room,
and remind her who she belongs to.

I’ll bend her over whatever surface is closest.
Sink into her without a word.

Fuck her until she remembers my name in gasps, not sentences.

Because when she says come over,
what she means is—

Take me.
Own me.
Don’t stop until I’m wrecked.

And I will.
Every time.

I Want to

I want to feel your lips on me
Kissing, Eating, Licking
 
I want to feel your hands on me
Holding, Touching, Squeezing
 
I want to feel your cock in me
Throbbing, Pushing, Pulling
 
I want to have you here with me
And keep you here Forever.

Brooklyn Dreams

David is my friend's son
He is on Honeymoon with his new wife
He asked me to attend David's
Parent - Student meeting.

Probably he is pounding his
young new sexy wife by the beach
while i am in school

How unlucky. Maybe not...

David's young french teacher
She was very sexy

She was wearing a tight white shirt
A short black skirt and black heels
She had the perfect shape and smile
Sensual eyes, tasty lips and attractive Aura.

She was probably wearing
a lace thong down there
ohhh my dirty mind.

Her white bra was clearly
visible through her shirt
 
I observed her teachers badge
“How cute your name is,” I said
Brooklyn, that was her name
As she was picking up David's files
I began to strike up a conversion.

It worked, she smiled back at me
She was definitely blushing
She invited me to her table
to discuss about David's grades.

David wasn't doing great.
His grades were bad.
His dad was busy 24/7
breeding his new wife.
he never checks on David.

I was listening to all her feedback.
All the time watching her closely.
Admiring all her moves. She was just perfect
Also lost track because i was already having Brooklyn Dreams

Later, she came with two coffee cups
And, we were at the corridor near the stairs
We began to talk about common things

She was a classy girl, well read,
good with her words.
Her eyes and smile were something else.
We were having that instant connection.

"So you are David's Uncle huh?" - She Asked
"Yes Ma'am", I Replied
I could feel her thighs
Rubbing against my legs
We were abnormally close to each other.

Our eyes were fully locked.
I could smell her wet creamy
pussy pheromones down her skirt.

It was just making me
very hungry for her.
I gave her my number
if she had more feedback about David.

I had to leave so i can drop
David back at his home.

Hours later....

She texted me. She is Home.
Told me that I left David's report card with her.

She texted her address so i can go pick it up.
She said 'COME GET IT'

It was obvious she knew I wanted to fuck her.
I asked her "Red or White Wine?"
"Cabernet Please"- She replied.

Picked up the wine,
reached her as fast as i could.

Knocked the door...

She opened the door with a
sensual look on her face.
I kissed her as if I had not seen her in months
She still had her teacher clothes on
She was still very sexy after a long day.

She picked the wine and said
"Come in, make yourself at home."

To my surprise, once inside,
She pushed me on the sofa
she dropped to her knees
and unzipped my pants.

Slowly pulling my girth cock out,
when all 8 inches were exposed
she began to suck my cock.
She was scoring. She was Skilled. 10/10

I unbuttoned her shirt and unhooked her bra
She threw her shirt onto the sofa
and removed the rest of her clothes.

My eyes filled with the pleasure
of her sexy body and sensual look.
She was still wearing her
tight black thong on

But i could smell her pussy already
and see all that creamy wet patches
and wetness dripping her legs
I can already feel her pussy
was creamy and tight.

I wanted to lift her up,
put her thongs to the side and
slam my cock inside her.

She stopped me

She had something baking in the oven.
Her house smelled like a good french bakery.
She was baking some cream pastries.

She walked up to the Kitchen counter
She peeled her panties down to the floor.
She turned around to me.
She was fully naked just with her heels on.
She had the perfect body.

She was covering her pussy
with a cream pastry.

She said "I want you to EAT me".

She tossed a pastry to me
and started walking up the stairs.
I could see her pussy dripping
while she climbed up the stairs.

I had the cream pastry
and it was yummy.
Picked up her thong
which was drenched and
dampen with her cream.

I gave it a good sniff and a nice lick.

mmmm fuck.
That was a better cream pastry for sure.

I followed her and went upstairs naked.
It is always that manly sexy feeling
when you enter a girl's bedroom for sex.

She had a nice king bed and a chair.
I made her sit on the comfortable bedroom chair and started eating her pussy like a starving man.

I sucked her clit vigorously
and licked and tongue fucked her pussy
while she was gasping in pleasure.

I licked her pussy,
sucked her clit
while fingering her in
rapid pace with my two
middle fingers.

She orgasmed.
She was dripping on the carpet.

My cock was hard like a iron rod and got up
I was slow at first to enter her
but as she kept begging me
to fuck her harder.
My primal instinct kick in.

I pulled her hair, made her stand
and gave my cock from behind.
Deep inside her in standing doggy
I went deeper and deeper inside
pumping her pussy with all my might.

Harder and Harder.
I was pounding her from behind.
It was so loud and i was spanking
her butt with my big hands.
She was shivering in orgasms.

She was moaning and screaming.
I picked her up and threw her onto the bed.
I totally forgot she was David's Teacher.

I finally rammed it all inside her
Her eyes teared up
I slammed my throbbing cock
all the way into her tight wet pussy
over and over.

When she started
cumming and squirting
I kept charging her fast
and rough & no stopping

I could feel her juices all over my balls.
She was releasing all her teacher stress.

We switched positions,
She was on top.
She was riding  and grinding
on my cock like a french cowgirl.

i was inside her RAW and no condoms.
With her creaming pattern,
probably she was ovulating.

Her pussy was very fertile,
i am quite sure she was not on birth control too.

 Super Risky!!! I wanna pull out
She was like "No Chance with me"

"I am gonna milk your cock like
it has never been milked before" she said

"Fucking Breed me" She screamed.

I know this is fun but very risky.
But i was like fuck it.....
Worst case i am getting this
Beautiful Baby Mama

I put her again on missionary.
Pounded her again. Rougher than before
and i came deep inside her.

I shot my fertile white thick cum
deep inside her hole. There is no return.
she reached out and grabbed my throbbing cock
squeezed every last drop out inside her.

My SOUL were sucked out
and i was in HEAVEN.

Her pussy was purring with lot of cream.
She quickly wore her tight thong again.

“Don't you want to wash up?” I asked

“No, I want to wear it and
have you in all night.” She Replied

She definitely wanted to get pregnant.

I went downstairs and started to get dressed
We looked at each other and she said

“You are a good fucker
We should fuck again at your place
While David's Aunt is away''

We both laughed,
“Done, I said”

We had some wine,
Dancing over some french music
To celebrate this new Tryst.

I carried her upstairs and
kissed her Good Night
Before I sneaked out.

I didn't pick David's report card
so i am CUMMING again

Fucking her Round after Round

I was kissing her Lips
Cupping her Juicy Breasts from behind
She was Young, Fresh and Tight.

A Clit like a Rosebud.

I slid my hand down her Belly
I rubbed my Palm over her Dress
I felt her Wet Pussy.

She rubbed her hand over my Pants
Felt my Bulge and Squeezed 

We took off our Clothes
with Fluid movements
As if we were dancers
Naked in the twilight.

She pressed her body against mine
I grabbed her Firm Buttocks
Pinched them Roughly 

She fell to her Knees and
began to Suck my Cock
Her Wet Mouth sliding
over my Pompous Shaft.

She treated it like a Wind Instrument
I Devoured her Tender Silky Pussy Lips
Tickling her Clitoris with my Tongue

Taking her by the hand
To a darker corner of the room
where there was a white sailing bed

She laid down,
Spreading her legs 
And looked at me 

There was a sense of
Vulnerability in her Eyes
My left hand covered her Silky Pubis
As my right hand explored
her Curvaceous Body

I shoved my Cock inside her
with a Mighty Stroke
It was Incredible 

I hovered over Body
Pumping like a Piston
She was Orgasming with
every minute after minute

freaking chain orgasms!!!

I was Fucking her Round after Round

There was no escape from my Grip
My cock was like a Tesla Rod of Pure Energy
Shooting Electric Bolts of Lighting
That she absorbed in Ecstatic Frenzy 

Moments Later ...
 
We were Calm and Spent
No Juice left in our Bodies
We were Gazing at the Ceiling 
with blank empty eyes.

Now i will let her work on her
School assignments at peace.