He watched that recording all night long, and every time he got hard again, he would fuck me again! But not to give me pleasure, although I was so so...e now I don't think I could enjoy any sex, but just to humiliate me, to use me, to give himself pleasure. Even when he couldn't come any more, when he got hard watching that terrible video, he got oil and made his cock slippery and stuck it in my ass, not so he could fuck me and have pleasure, but like he was telling me I was only there for him. I’ve been there for five hours, smoking and nursing drink number two. I guess the local happy hour is starting, but I ignore the laughter of the people in the bar. I order one more drink, figuring it will be my last one as I’ve almost run out of cigarettes. Maybe I’m numb from the alcohol, but I can’t really tell, I was numb to start with. Several men try to hit on me, but I ignore them and they finally leave me alone. I crush out my last cigarette, swallow the rest of my drink and leave. I. " She shivered. "Just thinking about it makes me all warm inside, like a stove." She brought the teen's face to hers, their noses touching. "How about it, Sandy? Can you do that for your favorite teacher?"The girl nodded once, emphatically. "Oh, sure," she proudly replied. "You'll see. I'll f-fuck you, Emily – just the way you like."Miss Ayers placed a warm kiss on Sandy's mouth. "Good girl," she purred. "Now... let me up." She patted the teen's knee.Sandy crawled from her teacher's lap, and. Their tongues thrashing together, as his fingers pumped rapidly in and out, in and out, in and out... And then it was silent. His fingers still slowly moved inside her pussy. Their lips still close, kissing. The last few shudders of her orgasm rolled through her. And together, they sat, and they waited. When she looked at him and grinned, he removed his fingers. He wrapped his arms around her again. Their kiss, gentle at first, began to reflect his hunger, his need. Standing suddenly, he.