I didn't have any classes with Joe, so I stopped by his room during my lunch hour.
"Oh, hello, Emil," he said as he looked up. "I'm glad to see you... What can I do for you?"
His obviously non-committal question made me realize that we needed to play some word games, so if anyone overheard us they wouldn't guess anything...
"I was just hoping you could help me with some problems I'm having with my term paper, Mr. Barnes... I've always had trouble with sentence structure."
"Why don't you get
your
teacher to help?" he asked.
"Miss Jordan's very busy, and she's kind of impatient, too. I thought if you had the time, you could show me..."
"Be glad to, Emil. We'll get together later this week after school, okay? Ask me tomorrow- I'll know more of what my schedule looks like then..."
He quickly scribbled something on a Post-It note and slid it across his desk to me. I covered it with my hand and stuck it in my pocket.
"Thanks, Mr. Barnes... Talk to you tomorrow."
I went out in the hall and made sure no one was around before I read the note. 'Sun 6', was all it said. I stuck my head around the door and gave him the okay sign. My heart was pounding; I had a date to be
fucked
, and I could hardly wait!
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The rest of that week was wild (more on that later). By Sunday evening I was flying high with excitement, more than ready to play whatever games Joe had in mind. Since it was the dead of winter, it was full dark well before 6 p.m., and I walked quietly into Joe's backyard from the alley. I punched the code in for the door lock and went inside, finding Joe sitting on a couch, leafing through a magazine. It was still only a quarter to six.
"You're early," he said with a smile, putting down the magazine and standing. "Couldn't wait?"
His cock was obviously hard, standing up in his jeans, and I immediately unzipped him and pulled it out, dropping to my knees and sucking the delicious flesh into my mouth with a loud moan. His cock was about as big as mine, with a large, ridged head that I licked and sucked on before pulling it into the back of my throat and working on the shaft; the scent of expensive cologne filled my senses. I looked up into his eyes as I sucked him eagerly and noisily, whimpering as his fingers ran through my hair.
"Suck me, cock-slut," he said softly. "Do what you love..."
Right then, I
did
love having Mr. Barnes' cock in my mouth, and I stroked and sucked on it with passion, undoing his belt and waist-button, pulling his jeans down quickly before cupping one cheek with my other hand. Looking up at him again, I put both hands on his ass and pulled his cock all the way into my throat, my nose against his firm stomach as my tongue worked the bottom of the shaft.
"God, that's good, Emil... ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhyeahhhhhhhhhhh..."
He came almost at once, his hands tight around my head as his cock pumped his come deep in my throat. I pulled back enough for some of it to shoot into my mouth, sucking on the shaft and swallowing as his orgasm ended.
"You're delicious, Mr. Barnes," I said, wiping come off my mouth with the back of my hand and then licking it clean as I looked at him. "I'm your slave, sir... what are your desires, master?"
"To fuck your brains out," he said, smiling; his cock was still hard. "Get naked."
I nearly tore my clothes off; he was naked by the time I was, getting behind me at once and pressing his cock in between my asscheeks as his hands roamed over my chest and stomach. I leaned back onto him as a hand reached around to begin stroking my cock; I squirmed against his hard shaft until he spun me around and dropped to his knees to suck me.
He deep-throated me, too, moaning as he pulled my body against his face. I held his head with both hands, my hips rocking gently, sliding my cock back and forth while he held onto my asscheeks, kneading them as he pumped the bottom of my cock with his tongue. I came about as quickly as he had, whimpering with ecstasy as we held onto each other. Afterwards, I was still hard, too... He lifted me to my feet and pulled me with him into the first bedroom, closing the door.
"Are you going to fuck me, Mister Barnes?" I asked, making my voice small and feminine. He just smiled.
"Sit on the bed, bitch," he said; I sat. "You need a few hits of this..." He lit a pipe and handed it to me as we both sat cross-legged, facing each other on the mattress. We passed it back and forth a few times before he set it down in a holder on the nightstand.
I reached over and stroked him. "
Fuck
me, Mr. Barnes...
Please
..." I said, my voice pleading as I looked in his eyes. "I
need
this cock inside me...
really
deep inside me..."
He chuckled, reaching over to the nightstand for the lube tube.
"On your back... edge of the bed," he said. I immediately lay down with my ass just off the edge. He stood between my upraised thighs and worked the lube tube into me, then pushed the plunger in. His finger slipped inside when the tube was removed, followed by a second one, which stung like hell.
"
Aghh
!" I gasped before I could stop myself.
He looked in my eyes as he began to jiggle the two fingers; the pain slowly faded... The fingers were feeling good even before the pain stopped, and when it did, I pushed up on them and squirmed.
"You like that now?" he asked as he worked them deeper.
"Ohhhhh... yessss... I
doooo
... ohhhhh..."
He immediately drove a third finger in beside the other two, making me gasp again; it didn't sting as much, though, and I was squirming on the three of them in a few seconds. I raised up to watch, and soon all three fingers were up past the second knuckle.
"Oh, yes... oh, yesss... oh yesss... ohhhhhh, fuck me... fuck me..."
He slowly removed his fingers and slathered his cock with lube.
"Feet on the floor; lean over the bed," he said, his voice low and husky.
I obeyed immediately, and he grabbed my right thigh, lifting the knee up onto the mattress before spreading my cheeks apart.
"Ready, slut?" he said softly in my ear as he leaned over me, holding the head of his cock against my open asshole.
"Ohhhhh, yesssssss, mister... ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
