EroticReverie

*commissioned*

Sam was fucking incredible. Everything about her drove me crazy. She was a drug that I couldn't get enough of now that i'd had a taste of her. So when she told me she wanted to go somewhere to fuck, I could only oblige. 

We left the meeting after the basics were covered , walking through the halls, and I wondered how far down her legs her wetness had reached, wondering if her soaked cunt had her juices trailing all the way down her legs, her wet thighs rubbing together under her dress maybe. The thought of her being such a fucking mess under her dress made my cock hard. I wondered how many times I would cum today. It was as if my cock would never know it's flacid state ever again, having been semi hard at the very least all day. 

"Here." Sam said stopping in front of a door that I honestly had no idea where it led to. She swiped her badge and the door clicked and she pulled it open. 

I laughed at the janitors closet before us.

It wasn't really odd for a teacher and a TA to enter it, so we just casually walked in as a few students walked through the hall. Sam let me in and then closed the door behind us as I flicked on the light. She spun and smiled, and then reached over and flicked the light back off. 

"What are you doing?" I laughed in the utter darkness and then felt her hands on my chest, startling me slightly. 

"Don't you know when one sense is lost, others are heightened?" she asked as her hands slipped up behind my neck and she pulled her body against mine. 

She was right. My body was aware of everywhere hers pressed against me. 

"Not sure I can handle you feeling any better than you already do when I'm inside you." I tell her and hear a little hum, knowing she's smiling in the dark and then let my hands grab her lower back and pull her harder against me as our lips lock. 

Immediately our kiss is frenzied, along with our hands. Mine rubbing up and down her back, her sides, her perfect fucking ass. I loved how big her ass was, my hands grappling to hold more of it, as I squeezed, pulling her into me against my erection.

Her hands were in my hair, her finger nails lightly scratching at my scalp as our mouths breathed heavily on one anothers as our tongues struggled to dominate one another. 

I had no idea where I was standing in the room now, my brain was foggy, lost in her body, her breath and her scent. I couldnt even remember the outlay of the room, where a wall was, or how far we were from one. 

She giggled as I pushed her , making her stumble, a bucket or something rattling. But her back caught against something, because we'd stopped moving and when I pressed against her , her body didnt give any further. 

She kissed me passionately as she reached down, grabbing my cock through my clothes and rubbing me.

"Take this cock out and fuck me Patrick" she demanded, her voice so fucking hot and sultry as she moaned as her hand grabbed my hardness. 

But she didn't wait for me, didnt even give me a half second, before her hands were fumbling with my pants, unzipping them, undoing my belt and pushing them down. 

"oh god" she groaned in anticipation as she stroked me, and I took to her neck, kissing and biting, wanting to bite her even harder, because I was so frustrated sexually. I'd gone without fucking my wife for so long, and now that Sam was here, and she was mine, I couldn't get enough. 

As soon as she hitched her leg up around my hip , her hand guiding my cock to her entrance, I  thrust upward fast and hard. 

The surprised yelp that came from her, and the curse coming from her lips made me groan. Not only the sounds she made, but the feel of her, so fucking wet, so fucking slick , my cock met absolutely no resistance when thrusting up into her. 

She was so fucking warm and tight my cock, she was right. While I love to see her while fucking her, screwing her in the dark heightened how good she felt on my dick. Nothing had ever felt better. 

I grabbed her ass and pulled her into me as I gave each hard thrust, fucking her fast and grunting, feeling myself already starting to sweat as I unleashed even more of my sexual frustration on her. All the tension we've had , through all the flirting and little stolen touches, all that tension was still there somehow, needing to be worn out. Needing to be fucked out of both of us. 

"You're so god damn wet" I groan , feeling her arousal coating my balls as she drips all over me. 

"Fuck me harder" she whines. 

I hear her hands grasping for something to hold onto, to brace herself as I start going harder, as hard as I can, her leg lifting higher on my hip, readjusting herself. 

"Patrick!" she moans my name loudly, I clap a hand over her mouth, and grunt as I feel her muffled moans against my palm, her heavy breath from her nose over the side of my hand as I keep fucking her. 

"Quiet" I grunt. 

"Such a loud little slut" I groan and she moans, her tongue licking my palm, I turn my hand and shove two fingers in her mouth and she sucks them, her tongue moving over them as she moans and pants, whimpering. 

"Turn me around and fuck me" she says, my fingers still in her mouth. 

I groan. 

"I can't" I say. 

"what?" she breathes. "why?" she moans as I keep going. 

"Because you feel too fucking good to stop fucking your pussy right now." I tell her. 

"I want my cock inside you always Sam" I groan and kiss her hard. 

"God you're so fucking perfect for my cock" I groan against her mouth. 

"You've got such a great fucking pussy" I tell her and she moans. 

"Mmmm" she moans, my forehead against her as I slow down slightly and then thrust up into her hard. she lets out a little groan. 

"If you were my wife, I'd be inside of you all day and night." I tell her, because it's true. I don't think I would ever stuff fucking her if given the chance. 

"I wish my husband ever fucked me as half as good as this" she whines. 

"I dont wish for him to fuck you at all" I groan, making her let out a little laugh, that followed by a moan as I give her an aggressive, possessive thrust. 

"Well you dont have to worry about that, he shows zero interest in that" she moans and pants and grabs my face in the dark and kisses me, biting my lower lip. 

"I don't want him inside you, ever again." I groan and slide out, my cock soaked with sex, and I grab her spinning her, our eyes adjusting slightly to the dark, able to make out the outlines of objects and shelves. 

She grips one of the shelves , as I pull her hips, making her bend over slightly , her head hangs down between her arms as she squeals when I thrust into her. 

She wasn't bracing herself hard enough so she goes forward, but I don't stop. 

I grab her hips hard, leaving her to brace herself however she can without my stopping to accommodate her. I'm too selfish right now, too lost in the feeling of her ass hitting my hips when I fuck her, or my balls hitting her pussy with a slap each time I fuck my cock deep into her. 

"holy shit" she breathes and then whimpers. 

"fuck me Mr. Crosby" she whines and I groan as she uses my last name. Her dirty little innocent act making my cock even harder, throbbing, knowing I could cum at any second as I struggle to hold it in. 

I feel her move slight, and I groan when I feel her hand on my balls. Knowing that she reached down between legs to grab them. I stay buried inside of her, letting her massage them, letting her roll them in her fingers.

"Empty your fucking cum into me Mr. Crosby" she moans. 

"Fill my pussy" she pants and I groan, her hand slipping from my balls as I start to thrust again. 

"God, your husband is the biggest fucking idiot" I tell her. 

she giggles. "No argument there sir" she says. 

I grab her shoulders, and thrust as I pull her back, and she pushes her cunt back onto my cock, meeting my thrusts. 

"I think about him watching you fuck me." she moans. 

The thought brings me close to cumming. 

"I think about him knowing what a terrible fuck he is compared to you" she moans and I slap her ass and she squeals. 

"Yes" she says through gritted teeth. "Spank my ass" 

I do it again. 

"More" she moans. 

"spank me hard and make me cum on this dick" she groans pushing her tightening cunt back on my cock. 

I slap her ass, and with a loud crack, my hand stings as it comes down on her perfect fucking ass. I slap it hard again and feel her legs trembling and her hips jumping as she starts to cum. 

I grunt and focus on my release now, wanting to feel her still cumming on my cock as I cum. 

She lets out a tiny scream and the shelves rattle slightly as she desperately holds herself up. I reach down and hold her hips again, and let myself cock explode inside of her. 

I grunt, jerking my hips as my cum shoots into her cunt, as she comes down from her own orgasm, panting as I fuck her. Whining, barely able to stand. 

I feel the muscles in my ass burning, not used to the all the fucking I've been doing, and it hasnt even been that much yet. But i'm out of practice, out of shape for the amount of fucking I plan on doing with Sam. 

I groan and lean forward, my hands on one of the lower shelves as I put my chest to her back and find her ear , kissing below it as I still breath heavily, my cock still inside her, not wanting to leave the warmth of her sweet pussy. 

"When you go home tonight." I tell her, whispering in her ear as she hums in her post orgasm bliss. 

"I want you to rub your pussy on his pillow, so when he goes to sleep he can smell us." I tell her and she gasps.

"Jesus Patrick" she says, and I freeze, guessing that I've gone to far, but then she moans. 

"That's so fucking hot." she purrs. 

"So you'll do it?" I ask her, feeling her nod against my face.

"I'll do anything you tell me to Patrick...anything"