Sex And Fantasies

Let Me Check Your Cock, Sir

ENTRY 19.1 “Oh… Ahh… Yeah… that’s it, babe. Eat my pussy!” I screamed out in pleasure while Ron is savoring my wetness. Ron stopped and looked at me. “Will you tone down your voice, Ash?” I bit my lower lip, trying to suppress my smile, but I failed. “Babe… you’re doing it so great. How can I keep my mouth shut?” Ron sighed and stood up, making me frown. “Come on, Ron. You’re ruining the rhythm,” I asserted. I am reaching my climax and now, he will suddenly stop just because of my loud voice? “Let’s continue this later—” “No,” I cut off and pull up my underwear. I fixed my skirt and stood up. I met his gaze. “There will be no later. You stopped, which means to say, you’re weak. Come on, Ron. You asked to taste me, and now you can’t bear my voice? Don’t you like it? My loud moans indicate that you meet satisfaction. But when you stopped,” I shook my head, “you proved to me that you’re an idiot. So, see you,” I added. I turned around and closes the stockroom, leaving Ron’s mouth gaping. Geez, what happened to those fellas these days? It’s been a long time since I had a great fuck—I almost got it today but didn’t expect that that kid will surrender just because of a small detail. Doesn’t he know that my loud moaning almost turns on every guy I fucked? I pressed the bridge of my nose as I started to climb the stairs. My head suddenly throbs in pain because of that kid. “Hey, Ash!” My forehead knitted when I heard my name. I turned my body in that direction and saw my classmate Dylan, waving at me. What is he doing here? I arched my brow and stopped walking when he approaches me. “What?” Dylan smirked. “Bad mood?”

I pierced my gaze at him. “Chill. Anyway, the dean wants to see you,” he informed. “Why?” Dylan shrugged his shoulders and said, “I don’t know.” I sighed and nodded. “Thanks.” Dylan winked at me before he continued taking the opposite direction. Dylan is handsome but he’s already taken. Even if I fucked every guy in town, I choose those bachelors. I don’t want any trouble. I wonder why the dean wants to see me. That old hag. He keeps on eyeing me. This time, I don’t know what I did wrong. Ever since I transferred to this school last year, it seems like I am his favorite. Well, I can’t blame him as I love to break rules—school rules. Then suddenly, I realized, what if, he likes me? Well, he’s single but he is too old for me. I wonder if his cock can still harden when I flash my boobies in front of him. I smirked when an idea popped into my head. After a couple of minutes of walking, I reached my destination. I knocked thrice before twisting the knob. I saw the old dean busy working at his table. I hemmed, clearing my throat to catch his attention. He raised his head and frowned at me. “Come in, Miss Burn,” he said. I bit my lower lip and closes the door. I strode near his table and sat on the empty chair. “What can I do for you, Sir?” I asked, politely. But deep within me, I am cursing him to death. This old hag! The dean removed his eyeglass and sighed. “Mrs. Palm, your instructor to your major subject reported you.” I arched my brow. “Reported me? For what, Sir?” “For having an absent for three consecutive days to her subject,” he replied. I pressed my lips together. Mrs. Palm can’t blame me. I don’t want her strategy in teaching. It makes the whole period boring.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“But she’s too boring.” The old man’s eyes widened in surprise. “You took absences because you find it boring?” I wet my lower lip and bit it. “Yes?” The old man shook his head. “You’re unbelievable, Miss Burn. Remember, you’re a transferee and your former record is unacceptable but I gave you a chance.” I smiled and arched my brow. “That’s why I’m wondering, Sir,” I replied, flirtatiously. “It’s because I thought, when I accept you, you will change.” I let out a soft chuckle and slightly slapped his left hand. I saw how his body tensed, making me laugh even more. “Come on, Sir. It’s not that easy to change people. But…” I stood up and strode near him. He frowned as he locked his gaze on me. “I can change you,” I joked as I suddenly rushed toward him and sat on his lap. I encircled my arms around his nape. He tried to push me away but I locked my arms and let out a devilish smile. “Can you still manage, Sir?” I asked. I saw how he gasped and I smelled his minty breath. Hmm… he’s old but had proper hygiene, huh? Not bad. “M-Manage… what?” I smirked and jumped out of his lap. I fixed my skirt and was about to turn around when he grabbed my hand. “You will continue your plan, young lady,” he said, more of a warning. I smirked. “Up for a challenge?” I teased. “I wonder if your cock can still manage it, Sir.” He frowned and tsked. “You want to try?” “Oh… brave.” “Hmm… are we gonna try it here or to your pad later, Sir?” I saw how a snide smirk formed on the side of his lips. “Later. And if you think of escaping—” “Let me check your cock,” I interrupted, not smiling. I want to show how serious I am at the moment.

He arched an eyebrow. “Lock the—” “I did earlier,” I cut off. He smirked. He let go of my hand and started to unbutton and unzipped his pants. I was amazed when I saw the bulk between his legs. “Geez, how old are you, Sir?” I asked, curious. He smiled. “forty-eight,” he replied. “Oh, not that old, huh,” I uttered, making him chuckle. He pushed down his pants, along with his boxer brief and I gasped when I saw how his cock stood up. “Fuck!” I cursed out loud. “It’s handsome. Can I stroke it?” “Go on, young lady. Check it,” he said, more of a tease. I didn’t hesitate to lower my back and grabbed his shaft. “It’s soft…” I uttered in surprise. “Long and —” “Hard,” he continued.