Jessa James - The Virgin Pact Boxed Set

His finger moved to the entrance of my pussy, circled it. “We’re not having sex today. And we’re not having sex with a condom. Ever. I don’t want anything between us,” he began. “You’re going to the doctor tomorrow and get the birth control shot.”

“Yes, sir.” I nearly wilted in shocked relief. So that was it? This was some kind of tease? A test? What?

His finger moved away and he stepped back. I waited in place for a moment, then pushed up away from the desk. When I spun to face him, his eyes dropped to the apex of my thighs and I quickly pushed my uniform skirt back down before tugging at my panties.

“Those come off.”

I glanced up at him as I was working them up, then gulped, changing direction. I slid them over one foot, then the other, placing them in the hand he held out.

I was achy and needy and so damn horny as I watched him tuck them into his pants pocket. My bottom stung from his punishment. I felt… chastised and I definitely learned one lesson. Mr. Parker was not going to let me get away with anything. I also learned that not coming was more of a consequence than a spanking.

There was a hint of disappointment stirring inside me. So we weren’t having sex today? Was he mad I wasn’t prepared, that I’d told him we’d use a condom?

But all my insecurities and questions flew out the window when he said, “There are other ways we can pleasure ourselves for now…so, so many more ways.”

The sexy smirk on his face both unnerved and excited me.

Going around the desk, he pulled back his chair, sat down.

“I’ll take your virgin mouth first, young lady.”

He crooked his finger and as I came around the desk to join him, he undid his belt buckle. When I stood between his parted knees—him at my front and the desk behind me—his palm came up to cradle my cheek again, and I couldn’t help but nuzzle it closer to him. His hand felt warm and rough, the hands of a man, and it made me feel protected.

A large part of me was nervous at what was about to happen. I’d watched enough porn to know he’d fill and fuck my mouth.

Slowly, I dropped to my knees before him.

“I’ve dreamed of you being right here. Open my pants.”

I did as instructed as he continued to talk.

“I imagined you beneath my desk, your mouth on me, sucking the cum from my balls.”

I moaned at the thought of doing that to him as the other girls sat at their desks and took their final exams. I wouldn’t have a written test. My grade would come from oral work.

There was that smile on his face – the mixture of a grin and a smirk – but his eyes looked softly at me. I didn’t need to worry and overthink so much. Just with the look he gave me, I knew no harm was going to come to me.

Hesitantly, my hands began unzipping his pants and my eyes stared at the thick bulge beneath. He didn’t wear underwear.

“Jane…” The sound of my name brought me back to reality. “Are you alright?”

I blinked my eyes once and then twice and then looked up at the man before me through my lashes. My pussy was throbbing. I wanted – needed – to feel more, but we weren’t having sex today. I couldn’t believe I thought we were going to have sex with condoms. He was way more experienced than I could ever imagine, and I still couldn’t believe he wanted to have sex with me. Just that thought made me feel hornier, if that was even still possible.

“Tell me what to do,” was all I said, and his eyes softened all the more.

“Of course,” came his response, and then, he squeezed my hand before he put it over the open zipper. “You’re going to learn how to suck my cock like a good girl, aren’t you?”

He breathed heavily when my hand started to rub up and down, and then, he took his cock out of his pants. I could only stare for a few seconds as I nodded my head. This was the first time I’d ever seen one in real life, but damn , his cock was huge, even for porn standards. He didn’t notice my shell-shocked expression, or if he did, he ignored it. Instead, he wound my fingers around his length and started to move my hand up and down. Up and down.

I licked my lips. “Yes, sir.”

“You can start with your hands before you use your mouth,” he advised, words slow and interspersed with groans of pleasure.

With a slow nod, I continued to move my hand up and down the length of his dick before my mouth hovered just above the tip. I planted soft, quick kisses on his head and it caught me by surprise when it jerked every time I kissed and sucked slowly. I quickly felt more confident and started to take more of him into my mouth, deeper and deeper until I moved my hand away. The groan he elicited was music to my ears. He sounded like he was doing his best to keep quiet, but he just couldn’t do it.

“Yes, Jane…” He said to me as his head fell backwards and his eyes remained closed. “That mouth of yours… you definitely know how to use it. I thought you were a good girl.”

I didn’t feel like a good girl. I was on my knees in my classroom with the broad head of Mr. Parker’s cock touching the back of my throat. I wondered how far I could deep-throat him as I breathed through my nose. I’d make gagging noises from time to time, but he didn’t seem turned off. It actually turned him on even more, if his hands taking fistfuls of my hair was any indication.

“Yes, Jane…that’s perfect,” he murmured, his hands guiding the movements of my head, up and down his dick. “You’re fucking perfect.”

Before I knew what was happening, I felt his dick twitch inside my mouth and then a flood of his cum overpowered me. Salty. It tasted like him. I froze on the spot as it inundated my mouth.

“Swallow it.”’

I did automatically, again and again to get it all down. When the flood stopped, I moved my head back and I could see some cum dripping off the tip of his still hard length. I quickly lapped it up and made sure nothing was left. When my eyes lifted to his, I could see Mr. Parker staring intently at me. He looked well sated.

“Shit, Jane,” he began. “You were amazing.”

Kneeling before him, I felt small. While I knew I’d pleased him, I worried I didn’t compare to all the other women and their experience. “You’re just saying that to—”

“No, I’m not.” He shook his head, his eyes never leaving mine. “You followed my directions, and fuck…you swallowed while your mouth was still around my dick. Virgin or not, you’re very rare, Jane.”

I didn’t know how to reply to that. For a virgin like me, his words felt like I’d just won the Olympics. I’d been scared and nervous the whole time. I hadn’t wanted to disappoint him—I still didn’t— and it was amazing to know I had pleased him. I could breathe now.

“And this was just you sucking me off.” His face was a cross between exalted and confused. “I’m sure fucking your pussy will be amazing.”

“I’m getting the shot first thing tomorrow,” I promised.

I was sure I could squeeze myself in for a last-minute appointment at a nearby clinic. I was eighteen and didn’t have to worry about the doctor telling my mom I was getting birth control. She probably wouldn’t even care if I was being sexually active. Maybe, she’d be even proud that I was being safe.

“I can’t wait,” he said, taking a piece of paper from his drawer and scribbling something on it. “Here’s my address. Meet me at my place tomorrow evening. I’ll cook us dinner.”

All I could do was nod, but deep inside me, the butterflies were aflutter in my stomach.

“Wear your uniform, but no panties.”

Just another nod again.

“I’ll check.”

And with that, I stood up and headed for the door. “And Jane?” I turned my head to look at him, just as I had the last day of class. This time, I knew he wanted me. I had a belly full of his cum to prove it.