I Can't Help That I'm A Slut (3 page)

Tears were running down my face and my throat
actually hurt, as turned on as I was I didn’t think I could take
this very long so I put my hands against Jon’s thighs and tried to
keep him from destroying my throat by pressing away from him. That
didn’t work though because he was so much stronger and still
holding onto my pony tail with one hand he grabbed the back of my
head with his other hand and just forced his thick nine inch cock
down my throat.

After a few minutes of this I was gasping for
air every time he pulled out even a little bit, I could hardly see
from the tears and my eyes burned from the makeup in them. I heard
as much as felt the change in Jon, he was going to cum.

He didn’t stop fucking my
face and soon he exploded into the back of my throat. Jon just kept
fucking my mouth straight through his orgasm. His dick swelling
inside my throat and shooting his seed down into my belly. I tried
to swallow it all and I succeeded in the first hot sticky sweet
blast, and then the second, but the third cam faster than I could
swallow and I half gagged half coughed. The cum blew out my nose
and oh my God it burned, made even worse by the fact that
Jon
still
didn’t
stop slamming his cock into my mouth.

When he was finally done Jon let go of my
hair and my head. I fell back onto my ass on the floor against the
counter gasping for breath and coughing as streamers of spit and
cum came out of my mouth connecting connecting to his glistening
dick before they broke. I looked up at Jon while I sat there,
coughing and rubbing my sore throat. I tried to speak but it felt
like I had a sore throat from a cold, nothing much came out and it
hurt to try.

Jon sighed and stretched his arms up above
his head, then he yawned before he looked down at me smiled like a
cat. “Your note’s already on the counter downstairs, I thought
ahead. You should probably fix your makeup and hair before you
leave.” Then he picked up his clothes and walked out of the
bathroom.

Jesus Christ that man was
fucking
hot
!

A few days went by and I was sitting in my
math class. Math always came easily to me so I wasn’t really paying
too much attention. I was instead fantasizing about Mr. Franklin.
Jon was sooooo much bigger than the other two dicks that I had seen
and touched that it had me thinking about the rumors about black
men. Mr. Franklin was about six foot three, and maybe 230 pounds
and in his mid forties.

I had never really thought about him before.
Mr. Franklin wasn’t in the best shape, but I was feeling a sudden
attraction to older men. If Jon was anything to judge by, older men
were way better than the teenage amateurs that I had been wasting
time on until now.

I was sitting in the front row of class and
Mr. Franklin was writing on the board with his back to us. I was
wearing a skirt again that today; it was becoming the norm for me.
It showed off my sexy legs and I got off a little on thinking that
I was ready to go, ready to be fucked at a moment’s notice.

I wanted to spread my legs for him, I wanted
him to turn around from the chalkboard and see my pussy spread out
before him. I agonized over this for the first fifteen minutes of
class. Could I actually do it? What would happen? Would he be
angry? Would he be turned on? Would he want to fuck me? Then I
pictured him looking down at me while he undid his belt the way
that Jon had done. I had to do it.

I spread my legs as wide as I dared and
reaching down I hiked my skirt up my thighs a little bit. Then I
stuck my pencil in my mouth and teased at it the way that I had
seen women do in movies. Now I waited. Mr. Franklin turned around
to face the class and at first he didn’t notice anything. His eyes
were roving around the room taking in each student. Then he saw me,
I saw his eyes drop down to my pussy and then get big as silver
dollars. He coughed into his hand but never took his eyes away from
my pussy.

Now I smiled at him. His eyes met mine. He
knew that I was letting him see my pussy, that I wanted him to see
it. I could see the vague outline of his cock taking form through
the fabric of his khaki pants and it was starting to grow. In fact,
it was starting to grow in size almost as fast as his face was
starting to grow red! I didn’t even know that black men could blush
until then!

Mr. Franklin walked over to stand behind his
desk, but it was a little too short to cover his growing problem,
so he sat down. He looked at my pussy again, and then he said
something that I never thought I would hear come out of his mouth.
“Class, I’m not feeling very well today, why don’t we take the next
twenty minutes or so off? I’ll let you go if everyone can promise
to not get into trouble and to be quiet in the hallways.”

As everyone was grabbing their things and
stuffing books back into their bags as fast as they could to get
out of there, I took my time. I pulled out the little planner that
the school had issued us at the beginning of the year and pretended
to be writing something in it. Then I timed packing up my bag so
that as the very last student in the room other than me let the
door close behind them I was just finishing.

There were no windows into this room. There
should have been, but there were papers taped up over the small
little central window of the door blocking anyone from seeing in,
and being on the second floor of the building there wasn’t any fear
of anyone seeing in from that direction. I set my bag back down on
my seat and turned to look at Mr. Franklin.

He was staring at me. I walked towards the
front of his desk casually swaying my hips and smiling at him
innocently. “I’m sorry you aren’t feeling very well Mr. Franklin.
Is there anything that I can do to make you feel better?” Then I
leaned over the front of his desk with my hands on the top of it in
a way that pressed my breasts together showing off way more
cleavage than any high school girl has a right to show.

“No Kyra, you’ve done enough already today,
thank you.”

I pouted in a way that only a genuine
schoolgirl in a short skirt with her hair in pig tails can pout.
Then I walked around the desk keeping my eyes on Mr. Franklin and
trailing a finger along the desktop as I went.

“Kyra stop, this is . . . this has gone far
enough. You need to stop now.” His voice was cracking and I could
tell that he had no idea what to do or think. I loved every second.
If only I had known that I could have this kind of power over men I
would have started years ago.

I made it around the same side of the desk as
him and he had turned his chair so that he was facing me. There was
no hiding the huge dick inside of his khaki pants now. It was
practically a third leg stretched out along his left thigh.

“Mr. Franklin, if you aren’t feeling well I
want you to feel better. How about you relax and I’ll do all the
work.” I got to my knees in front of him and crawled forward. I
reached a hand up and pushed his knees apart before crawling right
up between his legs.

“Kyra I’m married and you’re my student. This
is totally wrong. You have to stop this right nowwwwww . . .
ugh.”

His voice trailed off into a grunt as I
leaned forward and gently bit his dick through his pants. I bit
gently, nibbling along the length of his cock up to his zipper
while I looked up at him. When I reached his zipper I pulled my
mouth away from him and reached up with my hands to begin undoing
his pants. He was breathing heavily, almost panting as he watched
my hands. “I don’t want to replace your wife Mr. Franklin. I just
want you to fuck me so you feel better. That’s okay right, Mr.
Franklin?”

He didn’t say anything but his eyes closed
for a second until he felt my hand slide into his pants. Then he
opened his eyes and went back to watching me as I rubbed his dick
through his red boxer briefs. “I think I know what’s making you
feel so bad Mr. Franklin; these are too tight. I think you should
let me pull them down for you.” He lifted his hips and I pulled his
pants and briefs down in one movement.

Now it was
my
turn to stare in open
eyed wonder. His dick was about the same length as Jon’s but
thicker. If Jon’s was just the right thickness for the length, Mr.
Franklin’s cock was bordering on
too
thick. But what really got my attention was that
he was uncircumcised. I had never seen an uncircumcised cock
anywhere before. I reached out and grabbed it. It was so heavy and
my little hand barely wrapped around it so I grabbed it with both
hands.

I stroked it a few times up and down his
shaft, “See, I told you that you would feel better once you got out
of those Mr. Franklin.” I leaned in and licked his black hairy
balls while I stroked his dick. His balls were sweaty, they tasted
salty and the smell was making me wet. Above me I could hear him
groaning but I was too intent on the beautiful dick in front of me
to look up. I felt his hand settle on the back of my head but he
wasn’t rough the way that Jon was.

I licked up to the top of his cock now and
pulled the skin back so that I could swirl my tongue around the
head. “I think it’s so sexy that you aren’t circumcised. You’re so
big too; I’m getting wet thinking about how it will feel to have
you inside of me.” Mr. Franklin just moaned again.

I took my mouth off of his cock and looked at
the clock on the wall; only about five minutes had gone by so we
still had almost fifteen minutes until class was supposed to be
over. I let go of his dick and stood up. Then I pulled my skirt up
and straddled his legs. He was staring at my pussy. The look on his
face was a mix of awe and lust and that turned me on still
more.

I reached down behind me and grabbed his dick
pointing it straight up as I lowered myself down onto it. Despite
how wet I was it was thicker than Jon’s and so I was having a time
getting it in. It just didn’t want to fit. I sat down hard on it
and then gasped as it popped inside me driving in about three
inches all at once. I leaned forward and pressed my forehead
against Mr. Franklin’s. It felt so good, it was almost too big
though, and it was just so thick it felt like it was stretching my
hips apart. I lifted myself up until just the head was still in me
and then slid down onto it again taking about four inches into me
this time. Then I started to go faster, each time I came down
getting another half inch or so of his monster dick in me.

I grabbed both side of his face and kissed
his mouth as I slid all the way down onto his dick. I sat there
impaled on him and quivering. Mr. Franklin’s hands came up to grab
my hips, his tongue slid out from between his lips to explore my
mouth. I slid up on his cock again but this time when I slid down
he pulled me down onto him with his big black hands on my hips and
thrust up into me. I gasped and he broke our kiss as he whispered
“Shit Kyra you’re pussy is so tight. I haven’t had a pussy this
tight in years. I’m not going to last long fucking this tight of a
pussy.”

I smiled at him and kissed him on the mouth
again before I said “That’s okay Mr. Franklin, I have to get to my
next class soon. I want you to cum inside of me before I have to
leave. I want to go to class with your cum dripping out of me.” The
look of awe vanished from his face leaving only the lust before my
eyes.

His huge hands grabbed my hips harder and he
started driving into me like a steam engine, hips rising from the
chair with every thrust. I was on the verge of cumming and I
whispered into his ear “Like that just like that like that like
that don’t stop fuck I’m gonna cum.”

He drove into me and grunted and I felt his
dick swell getting even thicker if that was possible. He was
cumming, shaking and grinding his hips into me trying to get
deeper, trying to pump his seed straight into my womb. Now I came
like a river. I could actually feel my cum squirting out around his
huge dick while my pussy muscles convulsed, maybe it was his cum
too that I was squeezing out. When we were done I just stayed there
on top of him catching my breath.

After both of our breathing had returned to
normal I pulled off of his shrinking cock which fell out of me with
a plop onto his stomach. It was shiny and glistened with the
wetness of our cum. I bent at the waste and licked it, trying to
get as much of the taste of us as I could in my mouth.

The bell rang.

“I’ll see you tomorrow Mr. Franklin.” I said
winking and walking over to grab my bag and then head out the door
before he had even managed to get his pants back up and zipped. The
rest of the day was incredible. When I walked to my next class I
could feel his cum starting to leak out of me and drip down my leg.
While I sat in my next class I was in the back of the room so I
passed the time sneaking my fingers down between my legs, gathering
as much cum on them as I could and then licking them clean. His cum
tasted different than Jon’s, but it wasn’t bad. I loved the way
that they both tasted. Jon was so right, I was a cum slut.

The next day I left a note
on his desk as I left the classroom that read -
I’ll fuck you anytime you want. No questions asked. Whenever
you want, whenever you can. I hope you feel better today, but if
not you know who to call ;-)

A week after I fucked Mr.
Franklin I came home from school all hot and bothered and wanting
to fuck Jon. I knew that my mom was going to be out late tonight
entertaining clients or some such crap so I practically ran into
the house. I
needed
dick and I needed it now.

Jon was in the living room watching some
sports show with his friend Dave. Dave had been coming over for
years and he and Jon worked together. I was really irritated now.
Didn’t Jon know that I would want to fuck him if Mom wasn’t around?
What the fuck?