CHAPTER 231: INTENSE-***

In the room.

Tied to the chair, Instructor May watched the torture while insistently trying to clamp her thighs around the dildo to exert some force and push it deeper inside her.

However, she failed repeatedly even while whining on her but.

The little movement wasn’t enough and left her gasping for more, her desires incinerating her thoughts.

Watching Max fuck the mouth of the Provost assistant, Sloane. And the dirty slut happily puffs out the precum mixed saliva, swallowing hard as she cleans the shaft to the base of Max’s big cock. Leaving its surface patched with her saliva and licking his balls like popsicles. Instructor May body was on fire.

After struggling to set herself to the extent that she now sustained bruises where the ropes coiled around, she gave up. Biting her lips right with teary eyes.

"Please..."

The word escaped from her lips in total humility.

There was no shame, no pride, only the desire to be fucked hard and brutal. In short, to be used as a plaything by that teenage boy.

"Please untie me."

"Please..."

"Please fuck me too..."

"Please... I beg you."

"I want to be your slut..."

"Please fuck me like your bitch bitch I don’t care."

Instructor May’s pleading voice cracked as tears rushed from her eyes, trailing down her cheeks.

She strained hard to the ropes but to no avail.

Max kept on without ushering her a glance.

And Sloane, feeling more pleased and encouraged, sucked his ball sack gloriously.

Instructor May kept pleading but Max played deaf ear, deciding to leave her with a mental trauma instead.

Pulling Sloane by the hair away from his cock. Max watched her smile. Her cheeks and chin were plastered with precum.

The older looking lady didn’t mind being used by the teenager at all. Even more submissive as her gaze at him hinted at admiration.

Not only was her pussy soiled and squirming for him to command and fuck her. The sweet of his cum left her unsatisfied. She wanted more.

However, when met with Max’s controlled eyes. All these emotions were quickly reined in.

He patted her softly on the head, and held her up with a firm hold of her chin.

Sloane rose up, standing on two fashionable heels while Max didn’t care of rubbing his own cum.

Glancing over at the tied up Instructor May to chair. He saw her slightly listless eyes from starved orgasm and lust.

If he let her loose right now. Max was sure that she would rape him.

"Come." He said to Sloane who dutifully stood behind him.

Gesturing at the chair Instructor May was tied to. He made her stretch out her hands and placed them on its straight simple backrest.

Sloane’s hands were just above the Instructor’s shoulders and so found their grip.

Instructor May felt the misty breath of the former brushing her face without care

Whilst-

Seeing it was done,a grin spread across Max’s face as he made one last gesture.

And that was for Sloane to stretch out her ass backward while arched downward.

It was a style supposedly requiring that she held onto the wall while being fucked from behind.

But instead her cupped breasts were slightly pressing the instructor’s face.

Max loved the sight and moved forward to spice it up.

When he did. His grip had torn off Sloane’s black bra and dropped it to the floor.

Now, her tits pressed against the instructor’s face. If he thrusted, it would press much closer.

Having interest in still keeping Sloane’s thong on. Max moved behind her and smacked her butt cheeks.

She moaned in delight, keeping still as she felt his finger shift the cover of her wet creamy pussy aside.

Max inserted his thumb, brushing her folds lightly as he felt just how wet it was.

He kept at it in silence for a few seconds, leaving just her moan and Instructor May’s heavy breath to resound in the room, until-

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

Suddenly, the sound of Sloane gasping sweet moan broke the atmosphere.

Max while rubbing her clit with his thumb. Let his cock sink deeper in the creamy dripping cunt of hers.

"Argh!"

Unable to bear the pleasure with a straight face because the relaxed tension of her walls suddenly clenched right around his cock with intent to suck him dry.

Following his ecstasied grunt, Max steadied his rhythm by firmly grabbing her ass.

"Hmmmm-!"

"Hmmmm-!"

"Hmmmm-!"

Sloane’s moans were like soft tender whimpers as he began slowly steady thrust in succession.

The tighter her pussy clenched around him, the more force Max persisted with. Soon, the clap of his groin against her ass filled the room alongside Sloane’s melodious cry.

Max wasn’t swift with his thrust as per se. So her moan went like this.

"Yessss-! Ahhhhh! Hmmmmmm! Daddddddyy! I love you daddy! Hmmmm– ! Yesss! Daddddddyy! I’m yours! Fuck me like your little bitchy wor-! Ahhhhhhhh."

The pitch of her moan kept growing higher the more Max felt triggered by the dirty slutty words spilled from her mouth. His thrust never ending as her legs buckled from the force of it.

The only person that was left out was Miss May. After struggling for so long her strength had failed her.

She no longer resisted, the wetness dripping from her cunt which was half filled with the wooden dildo already started dripping on the floor.

Sloane’s words and boobs slapping her face anytime Max thrusted harder was like a seed that corrupted her mind with torture.

’I can’t bear this. I can’t take this. Not anymore.’ Feeling that her starved sensation to be fucked crazy was damaging her mental health. An idea struck her mind. One that Max neither the moaning Sloane noticed as they neared the peak of orgasm.

Instructor May bit her lips. Letting the sharp pain knock her out while staining her lips with blood.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Argh!"

Sloane screamed out, receiving Max’s thrust for the last time before her flood gates opened.

Max stilled with closed eyes as he felt wave after wave of seeds being spewed inside her womb.

Seemingly triggered by the warm seed inside her. Sloane’s body shuddered uncontrollably as she let out a louder moan.

Max felt it, something squeaky pushing against his cock. A bit warm.

’She’s squirting?’