J. Watson: Raped teacher

There had been more than a dozen women to fall under his spell. Erica was going to be one more to add to his list. And such a luscious one.

He could kiss and nibble on her titties all day long. And her pussy. Such a sweet-smelling, tasty pussy. He pushed his tongue into her cunt. She had a hot box.

He looked up at her. Her face had turned red and she was licking her lips.

"You're going to be begging for me before I'm done," he said.

"No! Never!"

"Wait and see."

He pushed his tongue into her cunt once more. He knew the trick to bring a woman quickly to climax and he used it on Erica. When he had her moaning softly and her hips writhing underneath him, he pulled away.

"You ready to beg?"

"You bastard!"

"Are you ready to beg?"

"No," she said. "I'll never beg you. No matter what you do, I'll never beg you!"

He smiled. They all said they would never beg. Every one of them. But all of them begged before he was done and with begging went that last ounce of resistance. They were his after that…

He waited until he was sure she was calm. In fact, she was tensing up again. Then he pushed his face into her pussy once more. He found her clit and began to manipulate the little knob with his tongue.

"Ummmmmm," Erica moaned. "Ummmmmm." Once again he brought her to the point of climax before he stopped. She screamed and cursed at him and pummeled him with her fists, but he only laughed.

"Beg," he said. "Beg and I'll be good to you."

"Goddamn you!"

She still wouldn't beg.

He wondered at her strength of will. No woman had ever been able to resist him this far. He waited until once again she was quiet. Her hips had quit moving. He could feel his prick pushing against his shorts. Goddamn, but he was going to have to subdue her pretty soon or he'd have to fuck her anyway.

Once more he put his mouth to her pussy.

"Oh God!" she moaned. "Oh, go ahead and fuck me!"

"What?"

"Fuck me," she said. "Please fuck me!"

"Are you begging me?"

"Yes," she said. "I'm begging you to fuck me. Please stick your cock in me!"

Now he had her. He reached down and tugged off his shorts. His hard prick brushed against her leg as he positioned himself on top of her.

Erica no longer worried about humiliating herself. Now she needed his hot cock between her legs, pounding into her pussy, helping her to climax. She needed relief from the fires that burned in her pussy.

"Oh fuck me!" she begged. "Fuck me good and hard!"

He gave a shove and his cock was buried in her hungry cunt. His prick was no boy's cock. His cock was huge and meaty and it filled her cunt. His hands came up to squeeze her titties as he slowly moved in and out of her cunt.

"Oh that's it!" she moaned. "That's what I needed! Oh fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard!"

He began to feel an ache in his balls. He began to squeeze her titties harder and he started whispering dirty words into her ear.

"Oh God," she moaned. "Oh God, you're making me come! Oh fuck me, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm comingggggggggg!"

She began to writhe underneath him and it finally caused him to explode into her cunt with huge gobs of his white jism. They kept moving against one another until they were both drained of juice.

"Okay," Rebus said as he got up to get dressed. "Now it's time to go to work."

"Work?" questioned Erica.

"Sure. That's part of the treatment. Don't look so worried. A little work never killed nobody."

Erica found out that it was more than just a little work. Rebus had Betty put her to work around the house, and though Betty might have been kind-hearted toward Erica, she was a hard master. Erica cooked, cleaned, sewed, and managed a hundred other things that day that she'd never done before. When evening came, she was exhausted.

Rebus came into the house after dark. He was tired and sweaty. Erica realized, for the first time, that she could have escaped during the day. Or at least she might have tried. But she knew she'd never try to escape. She was his until he let her go. "Damn," Rebus said as he settled down into a living-room chair. "I could have used Jeff today."

"Where is Jeff?" Erica asked. "I thought you said he stayed here."

"He does. But he's up in town doing some buying for me this week. He'll be back."

Erica felt his eyes on her and she blushed red. She had Betty's trousers and tank top on. Betty's panties had been too large and her bra too small so Erica wore neither. She knew he could see the outline of her nipples through the tank top.

"Come here," he said.

She walked to him.

"Kiss me," he commanded.

She bent down and kissed him hard on the lips. She then kissed his mouth and his neck. She felt the flat of his hand resting on her left tit, but she didn't move away.

"Very nice," he said. "You're learning. Now let's go to the shower… I need to be cleaned."

She wasn't sure what he meant, but she followed him into the bathroom. He turned on the shower and stood back.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Undress me."

His word was her command. She reached quickly for his buttons and undid them. She stripped his shirt off and then his trousers. She pulled his shorts down his legs and pulled them off. His limp cock was at eye level.

"Kiss it," he said.

She leaned over and gave his cock-head a tender kiss. She saw his prick begin to stiffen. She opened her mouth and admitted his cock. He smelled of sweat.

"Strip," he commanded. "You're going to wash me. I like a woman's hands washing me."

She got to her feet and stripped off her clothes. She saw him nod with appreciation as he gazed at her soft white body.

"I never get over you," he said. "You are a Goddamned nice-looking piece."

She didn't flinch at his words. She stepped into the shower with him. He handed her the soap and she began to soap him all over. His hard chest felt good underneath her hands, and she started remembering that morning. She started to get hot between the legs as she remembered his hard cock fucking her pussy.

She went lower and found his cock. She started soaping it. Somehow it didn't seem so wrong that she should be standing in the shower with a man, soaping his cock. She had never felt so good with a man as she did with Rebus Turner. He controlled her.

"Go down on me," he commanded. She put his cock underneath the hot stream of water and washed the soap off. Then she was on her knees, taking his cock into her mouth. She teased the tiny piss-hole with her tongue for a few minutes, and she felt his prick growing hard.

She fondled his balls as she sucked his prick deep into her mouth. She felt his cock-head pushing against her throat and she knew that she was going to taste his sperm this time. And this time it was different because she wanted his cock, she wanted to swallow his sperm.

She began to draw his cock in and out of her mouth like a little girl eating a peppermint stick. She would suck his prick in all the way to his balls and then she would slowly pull him out. He groaned loudly.

"That's it, baby! That's it. Suck my cock good! Taste my sperm!"

She suddenly felt as if someone else had entered the room. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw Betty. Betty was standing near them with her hands on her hips. There was a hurt look on her face. Erica suddenly realized that Betty loved her husband and she loved him very much.

"Hey, baby," Rebus said. "Come on over here."

Betty came closer.

"Feel her throat," Rebus said. "Peel her throat when she starts to swallow my cum."

Erica was shocked as she felt Betty's fingers touch her throat, although Erica knew there was nothing really that should shock her now. Here she was on her knees in a shower sucking his cock. It shouldn't surprise her that the man's wife was going to feel her throat.