EroticReverie

When we get to his house, he pulls in his garage and shuts of the car and closes the door. 

All of my things are left in the car as he pulls me out and bends me over the hood of the car. 

His cock is inside me a second later and I'm getting fucked harder than ever before, by anyone. 

"be as loud as you want now little slut....youre not in my office now Fallon....you're in my house....in my garage...being fucked like a god damn whore...so scream like one baby" he grunts and I let it out, every fucking scream I held back in his office the past few times I was there. 

Being as loud as I need, his cock pounding into me, fucking me relentlessly. 

"I waited so long for this cunt" he groans and leans over me, grabbing my hands holding them to the hood of his car as he fucks me right off my feet with each thrust and I moan as my tits press against the warm hood of the car and he groans in my ear. 

"you let so many people fuck this pussy Fallon" he growls and I moan. 

"so many people have been inside this cunt" he growls. 

"you little fucking whore" he snarls as he fucks me deeper and I scream and he pulls my hair , yanking me up and then wraps an arm around my mid section holding me to him as his cock drives up into me. 

"tell me how hard they fucked your young pussy" he whispers low in my ear and I whimper. 

"so hard" I whine. 

"did they rip this cunt open?" he growls and I nod. 

"Did you cry?" he asks and I moan. 

"some-times" I say as he growls and puts his mouth right to my ear. 

"tell me how much you loved them fucking you...how much you loved letting boys and men use your sexy pussy" he groans. 

"I loved it.....every single time..." I moan. "Even the times I was scared....even when my fathers friend raped me" 

He grunts and grabs me tighter to him. 

"what a lucky fucking bastard" he growls and I clench around him. 

"using your pussy as his little fucking cum hole...while daddy watched you get fucked" he groans and I cry out as I cum. 

He growls. "so sick...such a sick fucking bitch" he kisses my neck as he keeps thrusting while I cum on his cock and I whimper, ready to fall apart and collapse but he pushes me back over the hood and grabs my hips. 

"your trauma gets you off?" he groans.

"y-yes" I whimper and he slaps my ass and I yelp and he grabs my ass, spreading it and fucks me deeper in my pussy as I cry, whimpering, unable to take it, being so completely fucked out of my mind, my eyes fluttering and eyes rolling back as he slams into me unforgivingly. 

"just a little rape toy" he groans. "that's all you were" 

"yes" I whimper. 

"jesus Fallon" he groans and pulls out and then pulls me from the hood of his car and lets me drop to my knees as he pushes my head back and I open my mouth. 

"you're so broken" he groans. I look up at him and nod. 

"Fix me..." I moan and lick my lips. "Give me your cum....make me yours....fix me mister cole, let me be your little whore" I moan and he shoots his cum into my mouth as I open it, and I wrap my mouth around him and suck, hands on his thighs, my head bobbing quickly and taking him deep as he curses loudly and grabs my head and fucks my face as he lets the last of his cum shoot down my throat and I choke slightly but keep going, and going, sucking until he lets out a growl and pulls me from his cock. 

"Jesus christ" he breathes heavy and then backs up and turns and leans against his car his head going back and I lick my lips, wiping my mouth and then trying my best to stand, wobbling only slightly. 

"Jesus" he says again and then heaves a breath and lifts his head and looks at me and I smile. 

"I need a drink." I say. 

He smirks and nods. 

"You've earned it." 

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We stand in his kitchen and I hold the glass of wine he poured me and take a sip. I'm still entirely naked. My clothes, my sneakers, everything still in his car as he stands still fully clothes, his cock put back into his pants. I can feel his eyes on me as I stand there naked, drinking me in as I sip on the wine again, and then set it down on the counter. 

"Never thought I'd be here." I say as I look to him and he gives a half smile and lifts his own glass. 

"I knew you would be." he says and takes a sip of his wine and I raise my brow. 

"This was your plan all along? Seduce me and bring me to your house Mister Cole?" I ask and he smiles and takes another sip and sets down his glass. 

"We all know who seduced who Fallon. I wasn't the one wearing tiny little skirts without panties." he says

I give a little eye roll. "I was sixteen. You werent supposed to be looking at me like that." I say with a little smile. 

"You WANTED to be looked at like that." he says and I shrug. 

"Are there any confessions I don't know yet? Ones you've forgotten to tell me?" he asks and I lick my lips. 

"Probably." I say with a shrug. 

"Grab your wine, and come with me." he says and I do as I'm told, lifting it by the stem and following him through his house. 

It's pretty big house, which is surprising for a school principal living on just one income, but I dont ask how he affords it, because, I don't think I really care right now. 

At the other side of the house he opens a pocket door, that slides into the wall and it opens up to an office. All dark wood, the walls are nothing but bookshelves, filled, and two cherry brown leather seats and a dark wooden desk with an high backed chair behind it. 

"Are we playing confessions?" I ask and he looks over his shoulder at me as he opens a cigar box and pulls one out. 

"I would like to hear some more. Yes." he says and then lights the cigar and then turns and leans against his desk and looks at me. 

"When did you begin masturbating?" he asks as smoke billows out of his mouth and into the room. I shrug and walk over as I take a sip of wine, his eyes roaming over my body. 

"I think when I was little...I dont think I knew exactly what I was doing...but I just remember...rubbing myself against things that felt good." I say. 

"Like what?" he asks and lifts a brow. The question somehow isn't dirty. He sounds genuinely , just curious. 

"I dunno....pillows, stuffed animals...the arm of the couch...anything really." I say and he just looks at me. 

"Why do you think you were so sexual, even that young?" he asks as if he's playing therapist. There's no underlying perverted motive when he asks. 

I shrug. 

"I don't know. I'm a human I guess." I say and he gives a little smile and chuckle and I enjoy his smile, because I dont often see it, at least not when we're alone. 

"We're all sexual beings, aren't we?" I ask. 

"Yes, but...I don't remember even jerking myself off till I was at least 11 or 12." he says and I shrug. 

"But you probably touched it before then...i mean all boys play with their dicks...you guys have never been able to keep yours hands off them." I say and he gives a little laugh. 

"I suppose you're right." he says and I shrug. 

"Do you hate your parents?" he asks and I look to him, my brows pinching. 

I give a single nod. 

"I hate them too." he says and I just look at him and he walks the few steps to where I stand and takes a puff on his cigar and blow the smoke away from me. 

"I'm sorry that you didn't have better parents Fallon." he says and I swallow hard and shake my head. 

"Don't do that. Don't pity me." I say. 

"It's a turn off." I say and turn and walk over to his book shelves and try to fight back the feelings of how much I wish I had better parents too. But I'm not here to think about them. I'm here to be the girl that went to his office every Wednesday, the girl who was bad, the girl who knew how to please men. 

I turn around. 

He's just standing there, watching me. 

"Can we fuck in here?" I ask and just lifts his cigar to his mouth and puffs again. 

"Do you want to get fucked in here Fallon?" he asks and blows out a plume of smoke. 

I nod once. 

"yes sir." I answer. 

"Who was your favorite fuck?" he asks. 

"You." I answer honestly. He smiles. 

"before me then." he says. 

I shrug. 

"I don't know. Probably the first boy I had sex with."  I say. 

He raises an eyebrow. "Neither of you knew what you were doing." he says.

I shrug. "I know, but...it...it wasn't...he wasn't a bad kid. And neither was I at that point. We were just two almost teenagers...with shit parenting and curious minds...and...it didnt make me feel like....I don't know...." I say.

"Used?" he asks and my eyes lift to his and I feel even more naked somehow and cross my arms around myself and hug myself and nod. 

"Do I make you feel used?" he asks. 

"In a way." I answer him truthfully.

"Does it bother you?" he asks. 

I shake my head. "I dont think so." 

"You do WANT to be here Fallon don't you?" he asks. 

I nod. "Yes sir." 

He puffs the cigar once more then puts it out in the crystal ash tray, rolling it in in there then pushing down on it. 

"I want to do things to you Fallon. Bad things." he says and I nod.

"I know." I say. 

"I do want to use you." he says. I nod. 

"But I want you to know it, and allow me to use you. I don't want to continue this if you don't really want it. If you're just doing this bec-"

"I want this." I cut him off. "More than anything." I say.

He pauses. 

"Wednesdays in my office. And weekends." he says . I nod. 

"No more fucking with boys. No more sending nude pictures to ex boyfriends. Every part of you is mine now." he says and I nod. 

"Are you....I mean....what about...you?" I ask. 

"am I all yours?" he asks . I nod once.

"Yes." he says and I let out a breath and he smiles slightly. 

"Does that please you?" he asks. 

I nod again. 

"Yes." I say and he smiles. 

"Give me a confession Fallon." he says and points to the floor in front. 

"Over here....on your knees...and look up at me when you confess." he says and I walk over and he watches me as I slowly get to my knees. 

"I can't think of any." I say. 

"Tell me the last thing you thought, that you wouldnt dare say out loud." he says and I swallow and look down.

"Eyes on me." he says and my eyes lift back to him. 

"I think...." I start. 

He waits. I blink up at him and he reaches to my face, his hand brushing against my cheek and I lean into it slightly and brush my cheek against his hand and close my eyes. 

"I've never loved anyone." I say and I look up. 

He knows theres more to the confession and he brushes my cheek. 

"But...I think...sometimes I think I love you." I say and my eyes immediately go down and he lifts my chin. 

"Look at me." he says. 

I lift my eyes. 

"Why do you think that you love me?" he asks, tilting his head slightly. 

I shrug. 

"I...I know what we've done is bad....and wrong....that I shouldnt have been coming to your office these past two years...taking my punishments, no matter how simple they were, even the ones that weren't masked in sexual undertones.....but...I know it's just...a game to you....but to me it was more."  I say.

"Explain." he says. 

I look up at him. 

"Nobody else cared enough to make me pay penance for the things I did wrong. Even if you only did it out selfishness, or desire, or lust....you held me accountable. I guess...I'm just fucked up." I say and look down and he gently lifts my chin again. 

"You were so tempting." he says and looks at me studying me. 

"Everytime I saw you...even before our meeting in my office...you were stunning....bad....but stunning." he says and a faint smile is at his lips and I just look up at him. 

"I never hated myself more than I did for the things I thought about doing to you back then." he says. 

"It wasn't just a game for me. Ever." he says. 

"I was fucked up for it, I am fucked up for it. But I wanted to be something to you. At the time, I could only be your principal. I do care about you Fallon. Make no mistake about that."  he says and I blink up at him. 

I nod. 

"will you confess something to me?" I ask quietly and he looks at me and nods. 

He helps me up off the floor and I look up at him as his hands slide over my waist and hips and he turns us and lifts me gently onto his desk. 

"I day dream about killing the men who touched you." he says and I feel my eyes widen slightly. 

"I don't care if you liked it...I think about killing them all the time. The older ones. The ones who shouldnt have touched you. And your father. I think about killing him the most." he says and I just stare, stunned. 

"But you would have done what they did too,  you said." I say. 

He shakes his head. 

"I'd have never touched you like that. Done that to you. Dirty talk is different than reality, and I want to end the lives of every man who wrongly took your body. They deserve to rot." he says and I just look at him, so confused. 

"Fantasy can still be fucked up. Still be fucking wrong, and terrible. But I'd have never taken your body. I'm a sick fuck for the punishments, for finding ways around NOT touching you, to still get pleasure from your body in some form. But I'd have never laid a finger on you. Ever." he says and I lick my lips. 

"It's still wrong." I say. 

He nods. "I know." 

He slides between my legs. 

"Confess something else." I say. 

A small smile curls his lips. 

"I'd really like to fuck you right now." he says and I inhale and he slides his hand up my side. 

"I already knew that, something else." I say and he laughs. 

"I fucked Mrs. Kline." he says and I jerk my head back. 

"When? Isn't she married?" I ask and he nods. 

"Yes she is, and it was a few years back, before you started coming to my office. Right before I got engaged." he says. 

"What happened with your fiance?" I ask and he looks at me. 

"I want to fuck you Fallon" he says. 

"What happened with your fiance?" I ask again as he dips his head down and kisses my breast. 

"Exactly what I just said...I want to fuck you....that's what happened....you consumed my fucking head...constantly....I called your name when inside her..."

I gasp and he looks up as he sucks my nipple into his mouth. 

"I admitted there was someone else" he says as his tongue rolls over my nipple and his hand grabs the other and slides down it and over my stomach. 

"someone I couldnt have....but someone else nonetheless." he says and his hand goes between my legs. 

"Someone who drove me crazy with lust that was impossibly to contain...I jerked off to you daily Fallon.....every chance I could get. Especially the days right after you left my office. Whatever task I had you do...my cock was hard the entire time...waiting for you to be done so I could send you away and take my cock and touch it to thoughts of you" he says and I moan as his fingers push my lips apart and find my core and he sinks them in as I lean back pushing my ass closer to the edge and he drives his fingers in further, pumping them slowly. 

"My confessions mostly include you....all bad things i've done or have thought of doing include you..."

"tell me" I pant.

"I came so close to breaking earlier this year....the day I had you separate the jelly beans from that jar by color." he says and I cant help but smile. 

"I felt so fucking helpless against myself...all you were doing was separating fucking jelly beans at my desk, but I wanted you, so fucking bad, and just something about you doing something so simple, and still driving me mad...I wanted to screw you against the wall, on the floor, over my desk , god you were so pretty that day." he groans and I moan as I reach down and start to undo his pants. 

"I'm pretty every day" I say and he groans. 

"youre' fucking  stunning Fallon" he says as I slide my hand into his briefs and grab his cock and jerk him off slowly and he groans. 

"do you wanna watch me separate jelly beans for you mister cole?" I ask, and almost giggle at how ridiculous it sounds but he groans and nods. 

I bite my lip. 

"fuck me first." I say and he groans and pushes down his pants and steps out of them and then pulls off his shirt. 

"fallon, fuck" he groans as he slides into me, the head of his cock pushing into me  and going all the way to the back, deep inside of me and I moan and wrap my arm around him. 

"fuck me, please...you've been so bad Mister Cole...fuck me...be a bad man and fuck me...fuck me like you wanted to that day...fuck me all over this room Mister Cole...fuck me like you fantasized about that day when i sat there being a good little girl doing my task" I say and he groans. 

His cock thrusts hard and I squeak and he lifts me and holds me up and I moan as he lifts me up and then down and thrusts up into me, holding me up as he stands, using me. 

"like this? is this how you imagined it? using my pussy like this, using my cunt like a little pocket pussy....fucking your bad girl like a little toy?" I moan and he grunts. 

"fuck it deep Mister Cole" I whine and he grunts. 

"throw me on the floor and fuck me harder" I whine. 

He groans loudly and does exactly that letting me down, he pushes me to the floor and gets ontop of me and place my hands on his chest. 

"confess" I moan. 

He groans loudly. 

"Confess Mister Cole...confess while you cum inside of me"