Miss Swagger, Do You Know Who’s Touching You? Part 2

Part 1

Part 2

His fingers inched higher, and higher

"Oh god" My back arched as his thumb brushed over the lace of my panties, already wet. 

"Mmm." His mouth trailed down my neck, teeth grazing my pulse point.

"You are so wet for a stranger Miss Swagger. Such a dirty little thing you are." His fingers hooked into the lace, tugging it aside, and then, oh God, his touch was there, sliding through my folds, circling my clitoris with a precision that made my knees buckle.

I clutched at him, nails digging into his shoulders as he worked me, his fingers slick with my arousal.

"Please…" I didn’t even know what I was begging for. More. Less.

He didn’t make me wait. Two fingers plunged inside me, curling just right, and I cried out, my hips jerking against his hand. "That’s it," he growled, his breath hot against my ear. "Ride my fingers like a good girl. Let me hear how much you love it."

I obeyed. My body moved on its own, grinding down onto his hand, chasing the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter inside me. His thumb never stopped, never let up, rubbing my clitoris in slow, maddening circles.

"You’re so tight," he murmured, his voice a dark caress. "I bet you’d feel even better wrapped around my penis."

The words sent a fresh wave of heat through me. "Yes, I would" I gasped, my voice breaking. "Please, I need…"

"Need what?"

"You. Inside me. Now."

He groaned, the sound raw and needy, and then his hand was gone, leaving me aching and empty. But only for a second. His arms banded around me, lifting me effortlessly, and then my back was against the cold metal of a lab table, my dress shoved up around my waist.

The sharp click of his belt echoed in the total darkness, a sound that made my stomach clench with dread. The rustle of fabric followed, quick and efficient, as he undid his pants. Then, suddenly, I felt it, the thick, heavy weight of his penis pressing hard against me, hot and insistent. His arousal was undeniable, a predatory claim that sent a shiver of panic and something I didn’t want to acknowledge.

He didn’t rush, didn’t force himself further. Instead, he moved with a deliberate slowness, grinding against me in a way that was a sexy promise. The friction was unbearable, the heat of him, his precum dampening it as he teased. His breath was ragged against my neck, his lips brushing my skin with menace, as if he knew exactly how to unravel me despite me being the teacher, the authority..

"So soft," he murmured, his voice low and rough, dripping with a twisted kind of reverence. 

"So perfect. You realized Miss Swagger that you’re not going anywhere."

The words were a command, a reminder that escape wasn’t an option, not with my body wanting more, betraying me, not with the way he held me in place, his hands gripping my hips like he owned them. Every movement, every sound, every touch was calculated to keep me exactly where he wanted me:  I wasn’t sure I could fight.

"Last chance to say no," he murmured, his lips brushing my ear. "After this, I’m not stopping until you’re screaming my name. Because I think you know who I am"

I didn’t hesitate. "Fuck me."

He didn’t need to be told twice.

The first thrust was hard, stretching me open, filling me so completely I saw stars behind my eyelids.

"That’s it," he grunted, his hips snapping forward, driving into me with a rhythm that stole my breath. "Take it. Take every inch."

I could only moan in response, my legs wrapping around his waist, heels digging into his ass as he pounded into me. The table creaked beneath us, the sound lost in the wet, obscene noises of our bodies slapping together. His hands gripped my thighs, fingers bruising, holding me open as he fucked me like a male possessed.

"You feel so good," he groaned, his voice strained. 

"Harder…" I gasped, my nails raking down his back.

He obeyed, his thrusts faster, each one driving a cry from my lips. The darkness made everything sharper, the sound of his skin slapping against mine, the feel of his penis hitting that perfect spot inside me, the taste of his sweat on my tongue as I pulled him down for another kiss.

"I’m close…" I whimpered, my body tightening around him.

"Come for me," he commanded, his voice a growl. "Now."

And I did.

The orgasm hit me like a freight train, my back arching off the table as pleasure exploded through me. I screamed, the sound echoing in the dark, my vagina clenching around his penis as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me.

He followed me over the edge with a groan, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep and came, his cum flooding me in hot, thick pulses. "...yes…"

We stayed like that for a long moment, both of us panting, our bodies still joined. Then, slowly, he pulled out, and I felt the warm trickle of his release dripping down my thighs, my legs.

The darkness pressed in around us, but for the first time, it didn’t feel like a threat. It felt like a promise. Because I knew, without a doubt, that this wasn’t over.

Not by a long shot.

The stranger’s hands were still on me, tracing lazy circles over my skin as I caught my breath. The aftershocks of my orgasm still trembled through me, my body hypersensitive, every touch sending fresh sparks of pleasure skittering across my nerves.

"You’re incredible Miss Swagger," he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. His fingers dipped lower, teasing the slick mess between my thighs. "So wet. So used."

I shivered, clenching at his words. "You’re not exactly innocent either," I managed, my voice still breathless.

He chuckled, the sound dark and amused. "Never said I was." His fingers slid inside me again, slow and deliberate, and I gasped, my hips jerking involuntarily. "But you…" He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. "You’re something else. A woman who lets a stranger fuck her in the dark? Who begs for it?"

A flush of heat spread through me, embarrassment warring with arousal. "I didn’t let you"

"You did," he interrupted, his fingers curling inside me, hitting that spot again. "And you loved it."

I couldn’t deny it. Not when my body was still throbbing, still aching for more. "What do you want from me?"

His free hand slid up my body, fingers tangling in my ponytail and giving a sharp tug, tilting my head back.

"Everything," 

Conclusion to come
Ashley

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