Damien Kova
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Who Needs A Senpai When You Have A Sensei? Pt 2 (WIP)
🕑 Added 2024-03-04 18:00:02 +0000 UTCFeeling Kamoshida’s hands grabbing onto her hips was such a familiar sensation for Sumire that she couldn’t help but feel at home with his touch. That, as his cock dragged along her supple rear end, she was right where she belonged. And that feeling became solidified as the tip of his cock pressed against the entrance to her pussy, teasing her without a care in the world. “P-Please don’t make me b-beg, Sir…”
“Just savoring the moment, Sumire. Don’t get impatient on me.” The smirk on Kamoshida’s face was clear as day as his eyes were locked on those perfectly round ass cheeks in front of him. Of course, he showed no hesitation as he brought one of his hands from her hips to her rear end, gripping it and smacking it just once before slowly moving his hips forward, pushing inch after inch of his shaft into this warm, wet, and tight pussy that was waiting to be filled and broken in. “Out of all the girls I’ve gotten my hands on over the years, your pussy is easily the best. That gymnastic training of yours goes a long way, it seems.”
Sumire’s cheeks turned a deep shade of red as she felt his shaft stretching her inner walls, molding her to his shape just like he always had. “T-Thank you, Sir…” When his hips met her rear end, a quiet and nearly inaudible gasp left her lips. Which prompted her to bite down on her lower lip in an attempt to keep herself quiet. An attempt that quickly failed as Kamoshida began to rock his hips back and forth, starting to fuck the young girl at a slow pace.
Almost immediately, hot and heavy breaths began to leave Sumire’s nostrils, pleasure written all over her face with each thrust that filled her. And that was before Kamoshida picked up the pace and started to fuck her as he wanted to. There was no hesitation as he brought the hand that was still on Sumire’s hip to the back of her head, tangling his fingers into her red hair before giving her a firm and harsh yank.
As soon as her hair was pulled, Sumire was unable to keep herself quiet. Loud, shameless, and excited sounds of pure pleasure erupted from her as this man fucked her like she was some kind of toy. And in the back of her mind, she knew that she was just that to him. A toy that he could dump his cum into before leaving her to go on with the rest of her life. Of course, while she knew that she should hate him for that, the way he had trained her made her think otherwise.
The pleasure that he brought her, the joy, and excitement, and the lust that she felt when she was around him. All of it combined into something spectacular that she just knew no one else would be able to provide her. And that was exactly why she stayed with him and did what he wanted her to. Even when it meant getting fucked, and potentially filled with cum, in an empty classroom.
Those hot and heavy breaths that spilled out of Sumire quickly turned into lustful and lurid moans as Kamoshida’s pace continued to speed up. And with the pleasure that was coursing through her, washing over her with every thrust that filled her, she wouldn’t be able to hold herself up with her arms much longer. The strength that her gymnastics instilled in her was failing in comparison to the lust and desire that this volleyball coach brought her. And before she knew it, Sumire found her grip on the desk slipping, causing her to fall forward.
Fortunately, she didn’t connect with the desk thanks to Kamoshida’s grip on her hair, keeping her from hurting herself. But that didn’t keep her from suddenly meeting the desk when he pushed her forward, causing her breasts to squish against the wood top. A sharp moan spilled from her as the hand that was on her ass began to travel along her back, slipping between her breast and the desk before squeezing her tit harshly.
The feeling of his hand clamping onto her breast, his fingers sinking into her titflesh was enough to push Sumire to the edge of an orgasm. She wasn’t sure what she needed to be thrown over the edge, but she knew that Kamoshida would be able to provide it to her. Especially when the pace of his thrusts slowed down and she turned to see what was wrong, only being met with a look that told her he was thinking about just what to do with her.
However, almost as soon as she saw that gaze, Kamoshida used his strength to pull her off of the desk and hoist her into the air. It was only a couple of inches off of the ground, but it was enough to make Sumire’s heart race in her chest, skipping a beat in both fear and anticipation. She didn’t know just what he had in mind, but she knew she was going to find out. And much to both her excitement and concern, he quickly carried her over the wall of windows that were at the side of the classroom before pressing her firmly against the glass.
“K-Kamoshida, Sir, I don’t know if--” Before she could finish her thought, Sumire was met with Kamoshida stealing a hefty kiss from her. His tongue swiftly plunged past her lips and into her mouth, making her keep quiet as he started to thrust into her once again. Being fucked against the school’s windows was something new for the young girl, but as her lover’s mouth pulled away from her own, she was able to look through the glass and see the courtyard below her.
Fortunately, there wasn’t a single soul in sight for her. But the knowledge that someone could easily step through the courtyard and see her sent shivers through her body. Whether it was excitement or fear, she didn’t know. But it also didn’t exactly matter. Not when she felt one of his hands wrap around her throat, the immediate lack of oxygen throwing her over the edge and into the orgasm she was seeking before he carried her.
Her inner walls clamped down like a vice around his member as it pumped back and forth inside of him. Deep down, she wanted him to cum inside of her right now. She wanted to feel him erupt and paint her inner walls. But, unfortunately, Sumire didn’t get what she wanted. Instead, all she got was Kamoshida slowly pulling out of her pussy before pressing his tip against her asshole. “S-Sir…? What are you doing…?”
“It’d be a shame if I ignored your ass while I have you with me, wouldn’t it? What kind of teacher would I be if I didn’t teach you the pleasure of anal?” Kamoshida couldn’t stop himself from chuckling as he pushed his hips forward, being sure to be careful as he filled her asshole.
Each inch of his cock slowly stretching her out brought Sumire a bit of pain, but it was nothing compared to the pleasure that she felt. Reeling from the orgasm that she just had and feeling another hole being explored was incredible. Especially when Kamoshida pressed her body more firmly against the glass, causing her breasts to squish against it and her nipples to start to feel a tingle from the cool air outside transferring through it.
