oriental taste | aiko/verse

[Aiko-Nao]

It was an explosion of sensual pleasure, akin to what she had experienced a few weeks back when her hand had found its way between her legs. But this was different, far more intense, sparking a raw and powerful reaction from the young teacher. Her groans of pleasure echoed through the classroom, filling the air as she gave in to the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body. It was always that first thrust that drew out the most profound response, especially considering how alien the feeling was to Yumi. She had gone without sex for an indeterminately long time, and while she wasn't exactly a virgin, she could certainly count the number of times she'd had sex on one hand, maybe two.

She had the instinctive desire to grip onto something, to cling to anything within reach, but her hands were hopelessly held away from her by Jarrow's grip. Yumi could feel her energy sapping away with each thrust, her body temperature elevating, as her legs began to buckle under the relentless rhythm that Jarrow had initiated. Even with previous intimate partners, she had always insisted on using a condom, but here she was, being taken from behind, raw, and by her own student, no less.

Yumi tried to resist the pleasure that was building within her, but it was a futile endeavor. Her body betrayed her as Jarrow thrust deeply into her, over and over again, already evoking the early onset of an orgasm. She couldn't believe how incredible it felt to have him inside of her, filling her up and stretching her i aways she had never experienced before. She couldn't see how big Jarrow was, but she could unquestionably feel his impressive size as it forced her open. Each thrust became easier as she grew even wetter, the room now filled with the unmistakable sound of Jarrow's hips slapping against her soft behind, their rhythm growing faster and more intense.

"Jarrow... Stop...Now..." was all she could pant out between thrusts, the pitch of her voice now elevated even more as strands of hair clung to her sweaty face.

 

[Verse]

They were all surprised by her accepting reaction. Jarrow gasped quietly when her soaked-through place swallowed him up. She was being raped, for crying out loud, but she took to it so well. His long cock disappeared into her keen cunt, and her sounds were very encouraging. Having the recently so dignified woman bent over like this, and getting to slam into her with her moaning like they were very familiar already, had the fat rod twitch inside her. There was a kind of edge to her tone that suggested she had longed for this. Like he was giving her something she had been wanting. Not that he hadn't seen the signs of it, how pliable and compatible she was, when he'd last molested her, and suffered no real reprimand.

He felt the twitch in her hands, but didn't let go at first. They were handles for him, and he used them to build a pace inside her. "She's such a whore..." the guy staring at her pussy being reshaped by her student's cock commented. Jarrow laughed and shrugged while doing his good work to her willing sex. The others were surprised, staring in awe at the ordeal. It was the height of their sexual awakening, to know there was some males with power enough to render someone like Ms. Aoki like this. Jarrow, looking from above, savored the image of his dick slamming into her, with the soundbites of her sweet, new attitude toward his treatment. She certainly made it easy for him, not even a trace of fight left in her.

He huffed when she continued her laughable protest with her whore mouth. "Yeah, that's what you want?" he asked and continued with a few more, harsh pushes forward. The little japanese woman slid with the legs of the desk. Her small proportions made them think of an object rather than a person. His hand slowly slid off her wrists to see what she'd do. He petted her back as though she was an animal he was taming, all the while his hips fed into her ass. "You don't seem to hate what's going on, Yumi." he noted and the others just gargled with amusement, tugging their own inferior cocks at the entertainment.

Whether she had grabbed on to something or not, he pulled her by her shoulders, off the desk, and popped out of her in the process. He knew he had her now, and got seated on the surface that was now the temperature of her body. His cock, coated with her juices, stood right up, waiting for her. And the boys jerked off with one hand while their other held up their recording phones. It could be concievable that she could run now, and make it out.

"If you wanna go, you can." the tallest boy with the biggest cock said. They'd all seen how she'd like beeing railed. He nodded to his waiting rod, which meant she'd have to take the initiative to get more. "But if you wanna stay and teach us something about yourself, then I don't mind that either." he added, dastardly.

The other boys exploded in cheer and shouts, telling, begging their teacher to ride it. There was nothing but their enthusiasm holding her here. And the promise of a very sordid, but filling reward.