Max was uncomfortably sitting on Mr Powers desk anxiously waiting for Mr Powers next move.
All Max heard was a shaky exhale before two hands pulled his panties down to his knees. He stood on his toes, expectant to feel Mr Powers enter his vagina, instead, he felt a swipe of Mr Powers’ tongue over his slit.
“Oh, god” said Max as he felt his legs trembled, he had never felt anything like it.
Mr Powers was on his knees, he was putting his mouth on Max’s folds. Max couldn’t believe what his principal was doing to him, Mr Powers’ tongue breached Max’s labia and pushed into him.
“Oh, oh, Sir. Mr- Powers” moaned Max.
After fucking him with his mouth, Mr Powers wrapped his lips around Max’s clit and sucked. Max fist hit the table; he couldn’t believe how sensitive his new body was.
“I think you’re ready” said Mr Powers as he raised his head from Max’s thighs.
Mr Powers wrapped his hands around Max’s hips which made him feel small. He felt the head of Mr Powers cock pushing between his labia and arched further, fully presenting his pussy to Mr Powers with shame across his blushed face.
“Don’t forget, Maxine. There was a ring of your blood around my cock.” Said Mr Powers “I’m going to take your virginity” He pushed into Max.
Max scrambled to grab onto whatever he could. Mr Powers’ thrusts were not gentle; the heavy wood of the desk almost shifted.
The sound of him entering Max and pulling out was obscene. It was pornographic in a way he didn’t know real sex was capable of. Max attempted to squirm around to make it more comfortable but he was hoisted off the ground by his hips.
With his hand still flat on the mahogany, Mr Powers started fucking into Max like he hadn’t any other time with a woman, without hesitance. Max was only vaguely aware of all the broken moans and cries that Mr Powers was forcing out of him.
“You don’t want this.” Mr Powers was panting with extortion.
Every thrust was hitting the center of Max’s nerve endings deep inside of him. His eyes were rolling to the back of his head. He had his legs in the air, his socks waving around blissfully in the air, it was a shame all he could do was sob.
When Mr Powers finger roughly massaged Max’s clit, he might have possibly died and been resurrected in the span of half a second. He tried stifling a scream, but nothing but a girly moan escaped his lips.
The tightest of Max’s virgin pussy was too much for Mr Powers, doubled over as if he’d been punched in the gut, sounded like it, too. Heat spread inside him as he emptied himself into Max’s pussy.
Max laid naked on Mr Powers desk, he removed his penis, his body felt numb, hot cum rolled out of his vagina.
Max had feelings of shame and regret wash over him.
Was it worth it.