Lady Lesso's Impact

Good Girl

Lesso's up for degradation but you're not quite on the same train.

little porn with little plot: fingering, degradation; praise kink, and alluded cunnilingus

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"God yes." Lesso thrust into me, hitting the right angle every time. She was practised enough to be fair. Her left hand groped my breast, pinching my nipple and drawing another ungodly moan out of my dry mouth. Her body pressed down on mine, so close that she almost knocked the air out of me. Our skins were sweaty, heat radiating off of every inch.

"Take what I give you, fucking bitch." Baring her teeth, the words came out strangled.

Lesso groaned, feeling the pleasant stimulation of her pussy rubbing against my leg. Every time I lost the strength to hold it up, she'd grab it roughly, forcing it to stay like she wanted it. "Hold still, slut." The slick wetness on my thigh turned me on even more, the obscenity almost breaking my thoughts entirely. There were no sweet kisses. No soft touching. Leo was Lady Lesso, punishing me for her having a bad day. The students were annoying, the colleagues had interrupted her, whatever. I only knew that I was hers to take, to blow off some steam and I really didn't wanna complain.

At one particulary hard thrust, my back arched, eyes rolled back and a strangled moan escaped my swollen lips. I've lost count on how many times she had made me come this night alone. Lesso's breath got ragged, her motions faltered and when she slid up and down my leg like a rutting animal she threw her head back, coming in a silent cry.  Her nails dugged into my skin, sure to leave a mark. "Fuck", she panted. After a moment of stillness, her eyes previously squeezed shut, opened. Fire and anger still burned in them. Her hand wrapped around my throat as she guided my shaking hand to her wet cunt, leaving no doubt of her intend.

"Now put these useless fingers to work and better do it right."

Did I mention I was totally fine being her fucktoy?

My wrist ached, my fingers twitching almost incontrollaby as she fucked herself unto my hand so hard I was afraid she might hurt herself. The stinging burn crept up my arm and my shoulder and I was sure to suffer another of these post-fuck headaches caused by the tension.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck-" Lesso gripped my thigh, pinching my flesh so hard I cried out. Tears of pain lingered in my red eyes.

I was really getting tired of Lesso always being a bad mood. Though this was not the time to argue - I wanted to live to see yet another day.

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The next morning, like I assumed, was not particulary nice. Lesso had rushed of to work, making sure to slam the door on her way out because she was already pissed. I shook my head, tieing my black shoes and throwing on an old dark coat. It was getting colder again, winter being sure to make its appearance before long. I bit down on my lip, frustrated by Lesso's attitude lately. Taking a step to the hallway, I winced. My thigh was burning where her nails had dugged down a red path. "Oh Lesso", I groaned. "You should really find a different hobby."

Sighing and wincing I made my way to class, already making up an excuse to my noisy students. I did not want them to know their Dean of Evil made such a mess out of me - although I felt like getting a little pity. But it was for no use. I already heard Lesso screaming in rage as I passed a nearby classroom. Limping away as fast as I could, I cursed this bloody school.

Click, Clack. The echoing sound of heels and a oh so frightenly familiar cane filled the empty hallway. I'm not joking when I say that I had to fight for my composure. I was this close to running away from her, trying my best to keep my body safe from another rage-fuck. C'mon girl. You serious? Stand your effing ground! It was harder than I thought. Lesso hit me like a truck. Her body pressed against my back, forcing me against the wall. Her hand crept around my throat as her lips brushed my ears. She was panting and for a quick, unforgettable moment I felt what had to be the primary instinct of prey caught by a predator.