teachers toy ; jack gilinsky

five

Emily;

Once the bell rung, I gathered my stuff together and was about to head out of the class when someone called my name. I turned around and it was Mr. Gilinsky, and he was sitting at his desk with glasses on and he looked pretty angry.

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked, referring to his angry expression.

"Yes, actually you did." He started. I felt my body get hot. I was like burning up over here.

"You wanna tell me what happened in class today?" he asked, his arms crossed over his chest, and he was tapping his foot.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about."

Before I knew it, he grabbed my neck and started kissing and sucking on it. I couldn't help but moan at his touch. I leaned my head to the opposite side so he could get better access. Neck kisses were my weakness.

Once he stopped kissing me, he stuck his hand in my pants and starting to thrust a finger in me. I couldn't help but scream - it was all so sudden. He covered my mouth with his hands.

"Be quiet, if people find out what is happening, I'm fucking fired."

His speed increased as time went on. I was already close to my high. I've been craving this for awhile.

"You like that babygirl? Yeah, I know you do."

I nodded as he kept on going. Seconds later, I released myself onto his fingers, moaning as I did so.

"Now, I'm gonna fuck you right here so hard, and you can't make one sound. And you call me daddy, alright?"

"Okay, daddy."

"Good girl."

-

"You're lucky this is my prep period, now go to lunch," he said with a smirk.

"Okay, see you tomorrow Mr. Gilinsky." I said as I opened the door and began to walk out.

"It's daddy remember?"

"Oh right. Bye daddy."