The Mob Bosses Son & His Teacher (CLOSED)

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Charlotte was soaking and dripping wet with her squirt juices as Frankie continued sucking on her clit—which was how he liked it, if and when he had a choice. The wetter, the better as far as he was concerned, and while his tongue battered the exposed tip of her clit in his mouth, Frankie shook his head wildly from side to side, further stimulating that dense cluster of nerve endings. He heard her beg to be penetrated by his tongue—but Frankie wasn’t finished teasing her just yet.

His cold, bandaged hand grasped, caressed and squeezed her breast as tightly as he could without causing his freshly set bones any discomfort. The feeling of her firm, round breasts felt even more exquisite in contrast to his injured hand, which was mostly numb from the ice by now.

When Charlotte seemed like she could stand it no more, Frankie finally opened his mouth wide and plunged his tongue into her weeping, little slit as far as he could possibly reach. For a while he thrust and curled his tongue, trying to force just a little more of himself inside until his jaw started to ache. His left thumb slid over her abandoned clit, rubbing it furiously back and forth with the pad of his thumb.

Once he was convinced that he couldn’t get any more of his tongue inside her, Frankie started lapping at her juices like a thirsty dog, his tongue curling upward and feeling for her G spot along the top of her internal, sex tunnel. When the sensitive flesh of his tongue felt the spongey, softer little patch near the shallow mouth of her hole, he pushed upward with his suddenly rigid tongue, the curled bottom wiggling from side to side, like he was trying to push her clit out of her body from the inside.

When that endeavor also proved fruitless, Frankie extended his tongue straight again, then he curled it back to her G spot. Straight—curled—straight—curled—straight—when he settled into a sloshing, clicking rhythm with that process he shook his head back and forth again, his left palm moving up to her stomach so that his hand could shake violently back and forth, battering her clit with his fingertips, one after the other.

Frankie dug his toes into the couch cushions and pushed his face roughly between Charlotte’s legs, his muscular back arching and shoving while he continued to vigorously tongue fuck her. He wanted to taste her squirt, to drink from that sloppy fountain he’d seen her produce back in the classroom.

Cum for me, you slutty teacher, Frankie told her with his eyes, his tongue otherwise occupied, flood my face with your dirty nut, you nasty whore. Give it all to me.

 

[BlondeBarbieSophie]

Frankie’s head was shaking wildly side to side. He was really teasing her and driving her crazy. His cold bandaged hand grasped Charlotte’s breast making her gasp out at the cold. Her nipple was rock hard against his bandaged hand. She was writhing around under him whimpering out she was struggling to keep control with him teasing her like crazy.

She felt his tongue plunging into her pussy. He was thrusting and curling his tongue in her wet pussy. His thumb was sliding over her clit. She gripped at the couch out her pussy was flowing juices. She bites hard on her lip. “Oh god Frankie yes!” She cried out grinding against his tongue.

She was squirting wildly as he was tonguing her tight pussy. He curled his tongue and found her G Spot. Her fiancé definitely didn’t put this much effort into making her feel good. She gripped hold of his head by his hair. She could tell he was really wanting to feel her cum on his tongue. She pulled at his hair rougher holding him against her pussy.

“Ah fuck yes Frankie. I am gonna flood your face.” She cried out. She was wriggling around his tongue and she started cumming. She was screaming out pure pleasure for him. This was such an intense orgasm. “Oh, Frankie nobody has ever made me cum like that from going down on me. You are so bad you are good.” She laughed.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

“Yes! Ahhhhhhhggguumm!” Frankie opened his mouth wide again, letting his good hand vigorously rub Charlotte’s clit through the peak of her orgasm, catching as much of her hot squirt in his mouth as he possibly could, until it was overflowing down the sides of his face and soaking into his track suit, “Uh-mmmmmmmmmm…”

Frankie wanted to join in on the dirty banter with Charlotte, but he was keeping a huge mouthful of her squirt contained in his mouth. He looked up at her, his cheeks outstretched like they had been at lunch—only now, his mouth was full of her squirt. He looked seductively into her blue eyes as he rose from between her legs. His cold hand continued fondling and squeezing her breasts through her shameless nightie as he began to gargle with her squirt.

“Glug-gug-guh-gug-guh-gugguh-guh!” Frankie gurgled from deep in his throat, making bubbles in the hot squirt in his mouth. His cold hand came up to gently coax Charlotte’s mouth open with his index finger. Once she opened, he leaned down as if to kiss her and began spitting the contents of his mouth into hers.

Little by little, Frankie spat all of Charlotte’s squirt that he could catch back into her awaiting mouth before finally giving in and kissing her, their tongues back into the same lewd dance they’d been doing since he walked inside.

“I think you’re going to need to throw this couch out after we’re done,” Frankie smiled when the kiss finally broke, he couldn’t be sure who had swallowed more of the squirt, “because I’m still just getting started.”

Frankie unzipped his track jacket and hurriedly pulled off his shirt, rising up onto his knees above her. After casting off his now damp shirt and jacket, he tugged his sweats down around his knees to free his thick, massive cock.

“Which hole do you want me in, Ms. Smith?” Frankie smirked, playing up this student-teacher fantasy, “or did you want to start out by giving me an oral exam?”

 

[BlondeBarbieSophie]

Charlotte was loving how Frankie was making her feel. His mouth was full of her juices. He was looking up at her seductively. His cold hand was fondling her breasts making her moan out. He was gargling juices in his mouth. He made her open her mouth and then he spit her juices into her mouth.

She swallowed her own juices up looking into his eyes. She liked kissing Frankie so much. Frankie had so much passion for him. Her fiancé loved her, but he wasn’t extremely passionate and didn’t make her feel hugely desired like Frankie was making her. “I will definitely have to get it cleaned before my fiancé comes home.” She laughed.

She watched him his taking off his damp clothes. It looked like he had been swimming in his clothes she had squirt so much on him. She smiled seeing his cock out. “Well Frankie I want show you some more of this house. You see my fiancé isn’t the most I need to rip your clothes off and fuck you all over the house kind of man so this house hasn’t been fully christened and I think you and I can fix that.” She said.

She got onto her feet. She took his hand and led him into the kitchen- https://s3.amazonaws.com/homestratosphere/wp-content/uploads/2014/08/1Z-luxurykitchen-102400.jpg. “You see that island it has never been fucked on which is so sad.” She said. She slid up onto the counter and pulled him in between her legs. She wrapped her legs around his waist. “I think we should fuck right here. I want you in my pussy and then maybe after you can fuck the hole you haven’t had yet my ass in mine and my fiancé’s bed.” She said.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Frankie smiled watching Charlotte swallow her mouthful of her own squirt—damn she was nasty, despite the prim and uptight presence she’d tried to assume when they first met. Maybe it was something about himself that brought it out in her—that made her more like the version of herself that would squirt and swallow, rather than the uptight bitch who’d given him detention for trying to fence with her. One thing was clear, though—Charlotte couldn’t get enough of him and for his part, Frankie also wanted more of her.

“Your fiancée sounds like a real wimp,” Frankie smirked as he followed her into the kitchen, now completely naked except for his hand wrap and his damp socks, “and don’t you worry, before we’re done here, I’m going to fuck you in every room on every surface in this little McMansion. You’ll have an orgasm for each square foot of this place. I’m going to jizz on his toothbrush, have you brush with it and put it back without rinsing. I just didn’t want to bring it up because of how you reacted in the classroom. I’m glad to see you’ve come around to my way of thinking.”

As Frankie positioned himself between Charlotte’s juicy thighs, he gently slid the cold tips of his wrapped hand through her hair, gently brushing it behind her ear before gently sliding his cold, numb digits down her face. His middle finger caught itself on her lower lip, gently peeling her mouth open to reveal her perfect teeth, looking for a moment like a feral animal as she looked back at him. His cold hand wrapped gently around her throat, he couldn’t choke her if he wanted to, but he had just enough dexterity to wrap his fingers closed around her slender throat.

“Speaking of that limp-dick cuck—maybe you should give him a call and check in. Let him know how much you’re missing him right now,” Frankie retrieved the cordless phone off the wall and handed it to Charlotte with his good hand, he was teasing her with the head of his cock again, smearing her juices and rubbing her clit, “maybe let him know that you’ve got a little project of your own at school and that you might be away from the house with tutoring duties for the rest of the school year.”

While he was instructing her, Frankie was pushing his thick, fat cock into her still soaking pussy. When she took the phone from him he really leaned into it and put the stability of that marble island to the test. He kept that gentle hold around her neck while tugging one strap of her nightie down her arm and freeing her naked breast which he lifted to his mouth and began lightly gnawing on it between his front teeth, squeezing it from top and bottom with fierce accuracy.

Frankie’s tongue went wild on the tiny piece of bitten flesh while he withdrew his hips just enough to slam back into her. He gave her another few good slams until he heard the receiver start to ring through the headpiece. At that moment he just buried himself as deep as he could and released her nipple, letting the blood and feeling rush back into it at once.

 

[BlondeBarbieSophie]

“Well compared to you he’s a little bitch Frankie.” She laughed. His cold tips of his wrapped-up fingers were wrapping in her hair. She looked into his eyes. “Well Frankie I definitely will hold you to all of that and well when you give such a persuasive argument how I can deny the truth. You know I’ve thought of you as more than a student many times and just fought against it because it felt wrong, but this feels right. And just so you know many of the times I thought about you he was boring me to death as he fucked me in missionary.” Charlotte said.

He brushed her hair behind her ear. His cold digits moved down her face. He opened her mouth with his finger. She looked into his eyes as he looked into her mouth like a feral animal. She gasped out feeling his cold hand wrap against her throat. She arched her back her nipples poking out of the lingerie. She liked feeling his hand gripping her throat. “Frankie you are so bad.” She laughed taking the phone from him. His cock was teasing against her wet pussy. “Yeah you want me to let him know most nights I won’t be home till very late?” She said.

He was pushing his cock into her making her moan out loudly. He was still holding on her neck and he tugged at her straps and freed her breasts. He was gnawing at her breasts making her moan out. He was driving her crazy with his tongue. Frankie had quite the talented tongue and Charlotte was a huge fan of it. He was slamming into her as she dialled her fiancé’s number. He was buried deep inside of her. She bites her lip keeping a moan in.

“Hey my love. I didn’t expect you to ring again tonight. Is everything okay?” Her fiancé said. “Um yes everything is fine I am just ring to let you know I have arranged to tutor a student most nights of the week, so I am not going to be around a lot during the school term.” She said. “You do so much for the kids. You are an angel, but I don’t want to not have us time you know we are supposed to be getting married and you know starting a family how can we do all that without spending time together.” He said. She pulled a funny face to what he said. He was very insecure and little bitch whining at her.

She looked up at Frankie he was a lot younger than then her fiancé, but he was definitely more man than him. He fucked her like no man had ever and was making her feel things she hadn’t in a long time. “Babes?” Her fiancé called out in a pathetic little voice. “Yes, I am here. I am just sick of me having to be okay you’re away but when I get busy you whine and behave like a baby.” She said.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Frankie grinned as Charlotte praised him at her fiancée’s expense, his good hand still busy cradling, massaging and squeezing her proud, firm breasts. He kept his tongue working on the outer edges of her nipple as she began the tense conversation with her fiancée. When she began explaining that she wouldn’t be home as much, Frankie started moving his hips once again—slowly, at first, but gaining momentum and force as his huge cock slid wetly in and out of her tight, shuddering pussy.

Frankie buried his face between her luscious breasts to stifle a chuckle in response to her face that she made, implying that her fiancée was behaving like a little bitch. He rewarded her with more, faster strokes as her tone changed and she began to really lean into tearing him down over the phone. When she said he was “behaving like a baby,” Frankie stood back up straight and began fucking her with his full vigor for the first time since she’d started the call.

With his good hand, Frankie slapped Charlotte’s outer thigh and drove his cock into the deepest parts of Charlotte’s pussy. Her fiancée would likely hear the slap, but it wasn’t something she couldn’t explain away.

Frankie rolled his eyes as the conversation continued and began fucking her aggressively, making a gesture with his good hand that roughly translated to “wrap it up,” as he plunged into her once more. To make it clear that this phone stunt was nearing the end of its novelty and that he wanted to hear her screaming and moaning on his cock once more.

He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her into a deep, lewd kiss while his back continued arching, shoving his hard cock deep into her over and over again. Her fiancée was whining about something, maybe beginning to suspect what was going on—not that he’d have the balls to do anything about it.

The kiss broke in time for Charlotte to answer what her fiancée was saying as Frankie’s good hand slipped down to the small of her back and he started giving it to her with uninhibited enthusiasm and vigor. By now the wet slapping between her legs was getting loud enough that they were risking it being overheard on the phone.

“Time to go,” Frankie whispered into her ear away from the phone, “time to say goodbye and get off. Get off in more ways than one, I mean.”

 

[BlondeBarbieSophie]

Frankie buried his face in Charlotte’s breasts she could feel him chuckle against her. He was thrusting into her faster. She was struggling not to moan out as he fucked her so good. Frankie stood back up and was slamming his cock fully into her wet pussy. He was really going to town on her pussy. Her juices were all over his cock. Frankie slapped Charlotte’s thigh as he drove in deep.

“What is that sound?” Her fiancé asked. “I just put something down on the kitchen counter. Why are you being so annoying about this. I am so understanding about anything you need to do for work.” She said. She was getting really bored of his whining and insecure behaviour.


He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her into a deep, lewd kiss while his back continued arching, shoving his hard cock deep into her over and over again. Her fiancée was whining about something, maybe beginning to suspect what was going on—not that he’d have the balls to do anything about it.

Frankie grabbed her head and he pulled her into him deep. She kissed him back passionately. He was thrusting into her pussy making her feel so good. She loved how his cock felt slamming in and out of her tight pussy. He broke the kiss in time for her to answer her whining fiancé. “Just stop. If you can’t take me being so invested in my job than maybe you need to reconsider if you want to get married to me. Good night.” She said hanging up on her fiancé.

“You are a bad boy Frankie a real hot little devil is what you are. I like it though as you can tell.” She laughed her pussy squeezed him. She thrusted herself on his cock and then she started cumming. “God you make me cum so much Frankie.” She kissed him passionately her tongue toying with his.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Frankie groaned as he felt Charlotte throwing it back at him and she started cumming again, the phone clattered off the counter and broke when it hit the tile floor, the battery skimming across the ground. Neither of them paid the phone much mind as Frankie rose up onto his toes and started driving downward as he thrust hard into her. He continued kissing with her, riding out her orgasm with his chilly fingers grasping her throat and her hot pussy grasping his cock.

“Fuck this is good pussy—goddamn, your fiancée must be hung like a squirrel—you’re tighter than most of your female students,” Franke grinned, his cold fingertips trailing over her collarbone as his bandaged hand pressed into the supple flesh of her breast again, “you’re so fucking hot Ms. Smith! I can’t get enough of fucking you!”

The sound of their wet bodies slapping together was echoing throughout the spacious kitchen as Frankie really threw himself into the task at hand—which was trying to slam Charlotte’s pussy with all of the leverage he could muster from up on his toes. His balls were swinging through their legs and slapping her ass, over and over again.

“I think I’m going to need a lot of this kind of help this semester, Ms. Smith. During lunches, after school, late at night, between classes—I’ve got so much learning to do!”

Even after how many times he’d already cum, Frankie felt himself pumping his seed up through his shaft. He was about to cum again.

“Does your fiancée have a cereal bowl? A favorite spoon? I want you to eat my cum out of his bowl with his spoon,” Frankie grinned, pulling out to keep his climax at bay long enough for Charlotte to gather the requested items, “I meant it when I said we’re going to christen every inch of this little McMansion.”

 

[BlondeBarbieSophie]

“Well compared to you he is like a pathetic little caterpillar. Sometimes I feel like I need to ask if it is in or not.” She said. His bandaged cold hand was pressing against her breast. Her nipple was rock hard, and the ice was painfully cold, but it felt so good. “Oh thank you Frankie I am glad you can’t get enough of me because I can’t get enough of your hot hunky body” She said.

His balls were slapping against her ass as he was slamming his cock deep into her soaking wet pussy. “Got to keep you on the straight and narrow Frankie. Got to keep you focused on your education and if fucking me does that then my holes are yours whenever you want them.” She laughed. She could tell he was close to cumming again. God this boy well he was more of a man than her fiancé could cum so much and get hard again so quickly.

“Do you have to be home tonight, or can you stay with me all night?” She asked. She went into the cupboard and pulled out a bowl and then went into the draw to get a spoon. “He is very OCD has to eat from the same bowl and use the same spoon and eats the same breakfast every day.” She said. She moved back to him and handed him the bowl. “You want me to pump you into your cum?” She smiled at him.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

“So long as I take care of my hand and the rest of my body, nobody gives a fuck what I do,” Frankie smiled in reply to Charlotte’s question about the rest of his night, “and yes, finish me off. Jerk me right into that bowl and then let me watch you scoop every last bit up with that spoon and eat it.”

Frankie had often heard that sex with older women could unleash one’s latent freakiness and so far, he was finding it to be so. Sure, Frankie had always liked rough sex, but he’d never thought of himself as a get tugged off into a cereal bowl kind of guy, but apparently, he was. With Charlotte he was.

“Yeah, like that—fuck yeah, drain my nuts, bitch!” Frankie groaned as he let his English teacher finish him off, into her fiancée’s bowl, “good teacher. You look even better down there on your knees. Why don’t you crawl for me? Crawl all the way up to the bed that you share with your husband-to-be. I want to lead you around like a good, obedient, little bitch teacher.”

When Frankie was done getting drained into the cereal bowl, he pushed himself off of the kitchen island and began slowly making his way toward the staircase. He stopped at the adequately stocked wine rack to pull a bottle of German Gewürztraminer to take up with them. He turned back to see Charlotte following as he’d instructed her.

“Good girl,” Frankie smiled, loving the way that she swayed her hips when she crawled, he taunted her, offering his cock in her direction to urge her to crawl faster, “come get the cock. Come on now. Yes, just like that. This big cock is going to go in your ass. Isn’t that great?”

Frankie continued this trend of walking and taunting all the way upstairs until he found the master suite where he perched on the edge of the King Sized bed.

“That’s my good little slut. Come here and get your reward. Get it nice and wet before it goes in your ass.”

 

[BlondeBarbieSophie]

Charlotte was draining Frankie’s cock into the bowl. She wondered if her fiancé’s cereal would taste different the next time, he ate from the bowl. Frankie’s cum filled up the bowl. She got the spoon and started eating from the bowl. She looked up at him as she ate his cum. “I don’t think we should dishwash maybe just run it in some water. Leave the taste of your cum in the bowl.” She laughed.

“You want to ruin my bed. It doesn’t see much action and when it does it is dull as fuck.” She said. She watched him walkaway towards the stairs. She saw him pick out a bottle of wine from the well-stocked wine rack. She crawled behind him. Her ass was wiggling as she followed him.

“Yes, I am a very good girl.” She said licking her lips following his cock. She crawled faster. “Yes, that is amazing I get you in my ass. He doesn’t really like anal and when I persuade him, he doesn’t do right it. He doesn’t give my ass the pounding so badly needs.” She said. She looked up at him sat on the edge of the bed.

She crawled forward and licked his cock. “I want this cock to stretch my ass out so good and fuck it just the way it should be fucked.” She said. She took his cock tip in her mouth and sucked eagerly. She slid her lips down his cock sucking hungrily.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

As Charlotte began licking and praising his cock, Frankie used a corkscrew he’d brought from the wine rack and set about opening the bottle. In spite of being technically underage for alcohol, Frankie’s extensive background overseas in foreign countries had given him plenty of opportunity to gain drinking experience and it showed. While his cock was being expertly and enthusiastically sucked, Frankie used the small folding knife in one arm of the bottle opener to cut the label around the opening and then started sinking the corkscrew.

“I know you’ve got your mouth full and everything, but I’m starting to wonder about things…” Frankie extracted the cork with one pull after pushing down the arms of the corkscrew, “if this is going to work—you and me—er, you and I. Sorry Ms. Smith.”

Frankie cracked a wry smile, correcting his grammar for the sake of his cocksucking English teacher.

“You’ve got a beard—so to speak. Your husband makes it easier for people to believe that you’re not running around, like a little, horny bitch in heat, fucking your students as fast as their teenage libidos can pulse iron into their cocks. It seems unthinkable, which makes the lie more believable than the truth. But what about me? Who’s going to believe that I—Frankie Romano, the rich, handsome, charismatic, popular, semi-pro athlete with a silver tongue and a golden cock—that I am going to go a whole school year without a girlfriend? It seems like a hole in our plan. Suck on my balls now.”

Something about fellatio made Frankie into a deep thinker. Right now he was talking it out, mostly with himself, addressing Charlotte more as a courtesy than an actual solicitation of a response from her. The truth was, Frankie had all the leverage in their young relationship and could steer her in any direction he choose, but for the first time, perhaps ever, Frankie had no desire to manipulate Charlotte’s feelings for his amusement. He wanted her to be happy. What was that called?

Frankie took a long, contemplative drink from the bottle of wine, raising one leg up onto the bed to give Charlotte better access to his balls and ass, still not giving her much notice despite her enthusiastic attention to his dick and balls.

“I think we need another mark. A beard for me—sure, but also a coconspirator. Another capable player in our little secret saga. I’ll bring my yearbook from last year to class tomorrow. We’ll do some shopping.”

With the problem solved, at least for the moment, Frankie drank straight from the bottle again before setting it aside and grasping Charlotte’s hair again, urging her deeper between his wide-spread thighs.

 

[BlondeBarbieSophie]

Charlotte looked up at Frankie when he pondered if they would work. She liked he corrected his own grammar. She listened to him as she was sucking away. She raised her eyebrow at him when he said fucking your students. She hadn’t been with any other students. His rambling on was more for him than her. She slid her lips off his cock. “Hey, I have never fucked another student don’t make me out to be some bad hot little teacher who corrupts teen boys. You corrupted me after all Frankie. I thought you weren’t the boyfriend type more like a quick fling guy.” She said.

Her mouth went onto his balls and she started sucking on his balls. He continuing to talk about his plan. She wasn’t really paying attention because she didn’t really like the thought of him with anyone else but her. She wasn’t one to normally feel possessive or get jealous but with Frankie just the thought of him with someone else made her so jealous and possessive. She didn’t want to have to share him with anyone and she didn’t want anyone else apart of what they had. She watched him drinking from the bottle.

She slid her mouth off his balls. “Are you done talking to yourself now? Are you going to get back to what you were supposed to be doing? You know fucking my ass?” She said with a bit of bitchiness in her tone. She was a bit irritated with this one-sided conversation that she didn’t even need to hear because it seems like he already had his mind made up. She moved out from between his legs. She got off the bed and swigged from the bottle of wine feeling annoyed that he thought right now was the time for him to talk this through with himself. “Maybe I should leave you with yourself to finish this important conversation which is way more important than fucking my ass.” She said.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Frankie chuckled as Charlotte got fiery over the idea of him dating some other girl to help preserve their privacy. He liked seeing her get a little confrontational with him—it reminded him of the buttoned up, by the book teacher she’d been that morning—even if now she was getting riled over how long it was taking him to wreck her ass rather than his attendance record. He raised one leg up onto the bed to facilitate her sucking his balls as he answered for his offense.

“I didn’t mean anything by it. Singular, you’re fucking one student, fine—and I agree, that it was me who corrupted you,” Frankie tried to reassure her by running his fingers through her hair while she serviced his cock and balls, “and I am the fling type—but I go from fling to fling. I never fly solo. It’ll start to look suspicious if you’re the only chick I’m seen with—but you’re also right that this isn’t the time for that talk. I wasn’t trying to provoke you, I just don’t want our secret to get out.”

At her last challenge, Frankie sneered and made a fist in her hair. She was talking an awful lot of shit for someone with his balls in her mouth and he intended to make her pay for it by taking out his frustration on her virgin asshole. He pulled her up and bent her over the bed, rising to his feet and slapping her big round ass hard before grabbing her hair again.

“Don’t forget who you’re talking to, bitch. If I wanted I could ruin your whole life—don’t forget that. For now, I just want to ruin your ass,” Frankie gripped her hair harder as he mercilessly plunged his cock into her tight asshole, “I’m thinking about how to protect you so that your life doesn’t get ruined. You ought to be a little more grateful and less confrontational.”

His ice-wrapped hand squeezed her ass while his balls came up to press against her pussy and with some effort he was finally able to force his whole cock inside of Charlotte’s ass. She hadn’t taken his warning about getting him extra wet very seriously and as a result there wasn’t much lubrication for the tight fit of his cock in her ass, but as far as he was concerned, she deserved it.

He’d tried to warn her, after all.

Once Charlotte’s asshole had a chance to stretch around his cock, he drew his hips back and slammed her again. Then again and again. Before long her asshole had adapted to his size and girth, now he was sliding in and out relatively smoothly. He slapped her pussy with his balls while his good hand tugged her head back by the hair.

“I like you, Charlotte. I like fucking your slutty body and I’d like to continue doing so. From now on, I’ll spare you my deeper thoughts about our situation. You just continue doing what you’re told.”

 

[BlondeBarbieSophie]

Charlotte was shocked by the way Frankie was taking to her. How dare he threaten her? He was really pushing it right now. Charlotte wasn’t one to take being threatened or treated like shit. Unlike the girls he was used to fucking around with she knew her worth and didn’t accept being treated badly. He forced his cock up her tight ass. Her asshole was stretching around his cock. He was starting to slam in and out of her asshole. She didn’t give a response to it she was just in shock he thought he could speak to her like that. She didn’t expect him to behave like that and treat her this way. Maybe she was wrong to let him in.

“What the fuck Frankie? You don’t tell me what to do and you don’t talk to me like that.” She said. She slid off his cock and pushed him onto his back roughly. “Now listen the fuck up Frankie. You might get away talking to your long line of sluts you fuck like that but not me. You don’t threaten me, and you definitely don’t tell me what to do. You show me respect and act like a fucking man not a fuck boy.” Charlotte said. She slapped his face hard. “Now you can either act like a man and treat me the way I should be, or you can leave and go ruin my life if that’s the kind of man you are. Just remember you were the one so crazy for me and who do anything to be with me but now you are acting like a jerk could lose me. I don’t need to put up with your shit.” She said.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Frankie tumbled back of the bed as Charlotte lashed out and shoved him. Out of instinct alone, Frankie reached out with his bad hand to try and slow his fall, only to reignite the intense pain inside the ligaments of his hand. He swore loudly as he clutched his hand swiftly back to his chest and rolled across the carpet, propping himself up on one knee.

“Fuck!” Frankie cursed loudly, tenuously flexing his fingers and wincing from the pain, “you don’t think that was a little extreme? Shit. I’m not going to turn you in, I’m just making a point. People will talk. If anything, I’m trying to look out for you.”

Frankie continued flexing his injured hand as he turned away from the bed to hide his expression as the pain reignited every time his fingers moved. He didn’t feel like the bones had separated, but it didn’t change the agony he was feeling. He turned back toward her, his breathing leveled and his expression apologetic.

“Look, I’m sorry. This was bad timing. I shouldn’t have brought this up while we were… in the midst of everything—but the sentiment behind it still holds. I like this—whatever it is that we’re doing. I want it to last. But if the only girl I’m seen hanging around with it you, the rumor mill is going to start turning. We need to be smart and get out in front of the rumors, that’s all.”

With that, Frankie made his way into the bathroom to relieve himself and readjust his splint—maybe see if he could scrounge up some pain killers from her medicine cabinet. Excedrin at the very least.

 

[BlondeBarbieSophie]

Charlotte did feel somewhat bad watching Frankie fall and cause irritation to his hand. She didn't want to hurt him. She just wanted to give a message she wouldn't put up with behaving like this and he was out of order. "Why the fuck even threaten it? Whats wrong with you? You've been trying for so long to fuck and I finally let you and you threaten me what a fucking asshole!" She said raising her voice at him clearly very pissed off.

She listened to him talking and was getting more angry with him. She didn't reply just glared at him. He got up and walked away into the bathroom. She was getting more angry with him by the minute. She followed him into the bathroom five minutes later. "I can solve this for you. We are not hanging out. I knew I was wrong letting you in. You are just boy and need a girl who does whatever you want but I'm not a girl I'm a grown woman who doesn't need this. Go fuck as many girls as you want I don't care. Congratulations though quickest fling I've ever had two fucks you are out." She said.

She did care but this was already so complicated and she had feelings for him but he obviously didn't feel the same behaving like this. He was so desperate to be with her and now he had been he was already talking about other girls and that hurt her. She pulled on a robe covering her body. She open the cabinet above the sink. She pulled him out some strong pain killers.

"You know I actually thought you cared but to you I'm just notch on your bed post and something brag about to your friends. Take these and get out. I'm not doing whatever this anymore. It's over before even begun." She said she passed him the bottle of pills then walked away. She went and sat on her bed regretting inviting him here. She had broken every rule and now it wasn't even worth it. She didn't expect it to end like this. She didn't really want it to end but she didn't want to be sucked further into his web and get hurt.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Frankie was absolutely shocked as Charlotte chased him into the bathroom, denying him even a moment of privacy to collect himself. He would have thought that the apology ought to have been enough—but obviously Charlotte was not content. She was kicking him out, the bitch. This shift was absolutely psychotic, as far as Frankie was concerned. He was getting off lightly, not having to get any more deeply involved with a crazy bitch.

“For fuck’s sake, I was just talking,” Frankie barked back, accepting and swallowing the offered pain pills, “besides, you’ve got a fiancée! You’re going to kick me out over a hypothetical girl? You’re fucking batshit, lady. I’m gone.”

Frankie shoved his way past Charlotte out of the bathroom to gather up his clothes. It wasn’t until his pants were back on that he remembered that he hadn’t driven himself. That made things awkward. The last thing he wanted was to be out on the road with his emotionally unstable English teacher but he also couldn’t take a cab—too many receipts.

“You’re going to have to drive me. I didn’t bring my car with me,” Frankie barked back at Charlotte as he indignantly put his shirt back on.

 

[BlondeBarbieSophie]

“Well I might have fiancé but I didn’t bring fucking him up when you were fucking my ass. Don’t you talk to me like that.” Charlotte said as he shoved his way past her. She was upset by his response. He didn’t even try and change her mind about wanting him to go. She felt stupid for believing her cared her more than just for a fuck.

She watched him redress. She ran her fingers through her hair. She couldn’t believe this thing between them was turning out so bad. She stood silently in the door way of the bathroom. She’d expected more from Frankie. She expected a man but he was showing he was still a boy. She walked over to the bed and sat down her head in her hands.

“I’ve been drinking tonight so can’t drive.” She said. She looked up at him. “You don't understand the chance I took on you Frankie. I thought you were serious about me and didn’t just want to fuck me. I let you lead me down a path I shouldn’t have. You saw me as nothing but a taboo fuck. At least admit it.” She said. She was clearly upset.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Frankie sighed, lowering his face into his hands as he sat on the edge of the bed. What had he gotten himself into with this woman? It seemed that he was stuck here for the night and now he was in the doghouse with this woman who he wasn’t even in a real relationship with. When she called on him to admit that he was using her his head snapped back up.

“I won’t admit that because it’s not fucking true!” Frankie barked back, clearly frustrated and angry with how things were going, “look, I admitted that my timing was not good—alright? And I apologized—because I am sorry. The moment was wrong, but you’re blowing this way out of proportion. I do understand what you’re risking to be with me, I understand it so well that even in the moment—even with my cock up your tight ass—my concern was for keeping you safe and not fucking your life up. That’s where all this came from in the first place—concern for you! If I didn’t care about you, why would I care about keeping this a secret? Shit! I’d be a fucking legend among my peers if I were to spread word about you cumming your brains out on my big dick! But that’s not what I was thinking about—that’s not where my mind was—I wasn’t even really thinking about another girl, I was just thinking about how to keep you safe and keep our secret from being discovered.”

Now fully clothed, Frankie made his way to the bedroom door, unlocking it and looking back at Charlotte. He no longer seemed as angry, having spewed his venom enough to feel less rage. Now he just looked sad, broken hearted even, that things with Charlotte would never progress to be anything more than what they had been some hours ago when she seemed like an angel to him.

“I’m going downstairs to fix myself something stronger to drink,” he said mournfully over his shoulder, “I really did—do care about you, Charlotte. I don’t know why you’re acting like this, but it’s not going to do you any favors. I’ll keep your secret, but if you keep acting like this, everyone is going to know.”

Frankie closed the door behind himself and went down toward the kitchen.

 

[BlondeBarbieSophie]

Charlotte raised an eyebrow at him when he barked at her. “Of course, I am blowing it out of proportion you aren’t wrong it is me, right? Fuck you Frankie I didn’t think you were such an asshole. Like anyone would believe you. You are not known for being truthful and an upstanding man no boy, are you?” She shouted at him feeling more rage than she had ever. God this boy frustrated her so much.

He headed to the bedroom door. He looked at her and seemed sad even broken hearted. It hurt her seeing him look like this, but he really upset her with even mentioning another girl especially when he was deep in her ass. She did believe he cared about her, but this was difficult. It was so complicated and messy. She was still mad with him, but she couldn’t deny she did really like him and care for him. He went off to the kitchen.

She changed into a red little nightie with cut sides. She headed down to him. “Maybe just maybe I went a little too far with my response, but you really hurt me. For someone who is being trying to so long fuck me when he gets to fuck my ass his mind elsewhere other than how fucking good my ass is. Also, I don’t want to think about you with anyone it makes me feel jealous and not enough for you.” She said. She stepped over to him. She looked into his eyes and touched his chest. “Frankie I am sorry I like you and I care about you. As you have just learnt I am just a bit of crazy bitch, but you are an asshole.” She said.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

When Frankie arrived downstairs he began perusing the liquor cabinet. He wasn’t sure if it was Charlotte or her fiancée, but someone had decent taste in Scotch. He made himself a tall glass of Scotch with three ice cubes and sat on the couch in the living room. He sighed deeply after his first sip, how had things gone so wrong so fast? He truly hadn’t expected Charlotte to have such a deep and hair-trigger jealous streak in her. She was an adult—a teacher no less, but she’d flipped out like some teenager at the mere mention of him being with someone else—not even anyone specific!

Still deep in his thoughts, Frankie turned toward the window, only to spot a framed picture of Charlotte and her fiancée set up on the end table. He quickly tipped the photo over to lay it picture side down—it wasn’t something he wanted to look at.

It wasn’t long before Charlotte came down after him. She’d changed into a sexy, little, red nightie and seemed to be apologizing, at least in part. She placed her hand on his chest which seemed to relax a lingering tension in his shoulders. He set his glass on the coffee table behind her and let his good hand gently wrap around her smooth, toned thigh, left exposed by her sexy nightie.

“I know that I’m an asshole,” Frankie sort of chuckled, letting his hand move slightly higher on her outer thigh, “people tell me all the time. You knew it when you met me—but I wasn’t trying to be an asshole just now. I don’t want anyone but you, Charlotte. You’re the one that I want. If you were my age, it would be simple—but you’re not, you’re a teacher and it’s not simple. I wasn’t thinking about other girls while I was balls deep in your tight asshole, who could even compare? I was thinking about how I could keep this going with you for more than just a few weeks—that’s why it didn’t even occur to me that you might get jealous of some nonexistent, cover-story girlfriend—because I wasn’t even thinking about anyone specific. I was just thinking about how to stay with you. And I do—want to stay with you Charlotte. Because no matter who I go to prom with—I still want it to be you that I’m fucking on prom night.”

Frankie looked up into Charlotte’s impossibly blue eyes—it felt like falling every time he looked into her eyes. He forgot the psychotic tantrum she’d thrown just minutes ago, all he could think about when he looked into her eyes was getting back into her ass and doing it right, this time.

“I’m sorry for hurting your feelings, but it’s only because I have real feelings for you. If it was up to me, we wouldn’t even have to keep this a secret, but we do. And you’re the only girl who I would be in a secret relationship with.”

 

[BlondeBarbieSophie]

Charlotte was happy to feel his hand on her thigh. She looked at Frankie as his hand travelled higher. She smiled hearing him say he didn’t want anyone but her. This was such a complicated and intense situation. Hearing him say no matter if he had a date for prom she’d be the one he was fucking. “I’m sorry Frankie I’m a crazy bitch for you. I’ve never been the jealous type before. You just make me a possessive little bitch.” She said.

She kissed his lips softly her tongue playing with his. She stroked his muscular arms. “I’m okay with you doing whatever you have to do to ensure we can be together. Only thing I need from you is to promise me if you fuck another bitch you’ll be thinking of me.” She said. She ran her nails over his chest and bites on her lip looking into his eyes. She kissed him roughly.

She turned around and bent over wiggling her ass at him. “You know I’ve been a very bad girl being so possessive and jealous I think I need punishing. What do you think Frankie?” She said.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Frankie smiled as Charlotte apologized for her overreaction and eagerly kissed her back when her lips found his. He sighed gently through his nose, gently grasping the nape of her neck with his good hand as their tongues fenced for a few exquisite moments. He was relieved, in truth, that she’d come around. He was still very much infatuated with his sexy English teacher and didn’t want to remain aloof as he so often did with the girls his age.

Charlotte wasn’t just some conquest to him—she was more like the cause worth fighting for.

When she bent over in front of him, her sexy nightie riding up between her plump cheeks, Frankie licked his lips. He liked that she was seeking out punishment from him, it was a good way to wash all of the tension from the fight away.

With his good hand, Frankie reached out, slowly caressing one round cheek and squeezing it before moving on to squeeze and caress the other.

“You have, you’re right,” Frankie teased, “you’ve been a very bad girl Ms. Smith. Very naughty, and I know exactly what you need.”

Frankie’s hand rose suddenly from the soft flesh of her round ass to strike downward again, landing with a loud slap that filled the room. After the spank landed, he went back to caressing, moving to the other cheek, his intention clear.

“When I spank you, I want you to count the strokes and then say ‘thank you, Sir,’” Frankie instructed, lifting his hand, but letting it hover—forcing her to endure the unique feeling of bracing for pain but not knowing when it will arrive, “and from now on, I think you ought to let me make the decisions for us as a couple—to spare us both from your jealous bitch side getting riled up.”

SMACK!

The next stroke landed harder than the previous, leaving behind a clear and pronounced red handprint on the luscious curve of her eager, tempting ass.

“And when I’m done spanking it, I think we ought to pick up where we left off. One silly little fight shouldn’t deprive your tight ass of a good, deep fucking. Of course you agree.”

SMACK!