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*Ding Dong*
“Are we really doing this?” Honor asked when she saw Michael at the door.
“What do you think?” Michael asked, like it was annoying. She would even ask that. Had she even seen herself in a mirror? There was no way he would pass on a hot piece of ass like her. “If you want my silence, then you are going to have to earn it, Honor. That’s how the world works.”
Honor felt her stomach revolt. Powerlessness and embarrassment mingled inside, forming into an inner fog that she wished she could just get rid of. For an instant, she wondered if it was worth it, but with how deep she already was... No, the time for doubts passed a few weeks ago when she went through with Calvin’s offer.
Honor closed her eyes and took a breath in, and as she filled her lungs with air, she formed a small smile. “Good choice.” Honor said. “My parents aren’t home, so I was kinda hoping you would.” Now was the time to dish out.
He followed her up the stairs, enjoying the sight of her ass and her bare thighs as she guided him into her bedroom.
“Your ass looks good in everything.” Michael said.
Slightly higher on the stairs, Honor looked at him. “thank you. I thought you would like these shorts.” She commented, playfully wagging her ass.
Michael smacked her firmly over her shorts.
Honor clenched her lips and smiled.
Looking around her bedroom, Michael felt anticipation build with each passing second. He knew it was coming, looking at her red shorts that barely reached down past her cheeks, and that low cut grey top. It was clear she expected what was about to happen.
“You took it better than I imagined,” Michael said before he could stop himself. “I mean, few girls would give it up as easy as you did. Pretty whoreish if you ask me.” He said, loving that he got to talk to her like that with no consequence.
Honor gritted her teeth. Smiling, she said, “Relax, I liked it.” Her eyes were sultry. Gazing at his crotch, she bit her lips. Then looked back up to his eyes, grinning from ear to ear. “To be honest, I needed a guy like you to come along. I hate that old guy. He’s weird in all the wrong ways. But you?” Honor took a few steps closer to him, her black socks a gorgeous compliment to her creamy legs. “I like you.” She said, feeling down his chest to his belly where she searched his navel over his shirt, poking playfully at it while searching his eyes. Honor traced a line to his buckle, which she tugged at as she gazed at his lips, then at his eyes. “Do you like me?” She asked, feigning insecurity, expertly reflecting that subtle hint of fear at rejection.
Michael looked at her lips, then down at her tits, lingering at the sight of her cleavage that looked so soft, so smooth. The scent of her berry body soap pleasantly mingling with the floral choice of shampoo that gave her that distinct allure.
Honor cocked her head, the emotion intensifying. “You like me, right?”
“How you wouldn’t believe it.” He uttered, enthralled by her sexiness.
“I think I might have an idea,” Honor said cutely. “You fat bastard,” she thought. Outwardly, Honor had to shut up and put on a thirsty feminine facade. It was what boys liked. In truth, “I fucking hate you so much.” She thought as she played with his buckle, smiling widely and tempting him by tilting her chest out to highlight her cleavage. “Of how much you like me.” She asked, closing in on his lips.
Kissing him was enough to make her stomach revolt. Pulling back briefly from the kiss, she felt like a smudge was left on hers, the lingering taste of coke and Cheetos in her mouth telling of the snack he chose before coming over.
“Bastard…” Honor thought, finding solace in the curses she uttered in her mind, truly afraid of the repercussions that might come if he ever realized just how much power he held over her. Able to destroy their counselor’s career, which was a good thing in her opinion. If only that wouldn’t also sink her future, condemning her to a managerial position in the closest burger joint in town. “You’re a great kisser,” she breathed into his lips.
“Thanks, you’re pretty good yourself.” Michael said.
Honor grinned. Cupping his cheeks, she searched her eyes, putting on the best slutty girl look she could.
“Do you want to know a dirty secret of mine?” Honor asked.
“The dirtier the better,” Michael said.
Honor turned her back to him, taking the chance to roll her eyes as she walked over to her nightstand. Bending over slowly, she stuck her ass out, highlighting it in the shorts that let him see where her thighs ended and her plump ass cheeks began.
“I was so horny waiting for you I couldn’t wait and played with myself.” Honor said, pulling out a pair of her panties. She grinned. Prancing back to him, she brushed his nose with them.
Michael widened his eyes slightly as he got a whiff of the intense scent of pee coming from her underwear.
“How long did you wear those?” Michael asked.
Honor looked up and right, lips tight as she seemed to dive into her memory, “these... I think four days, give or take.” She mused. Then looked back at him, her smile widening as she noticed how much he liked them. “You want to know my favorite part?” Honor said, as she searched her panties. Finally spreading the front part, which had a stain of slimy grool which told she hadn’t taken them long ago and a yellow stain of pee. “They’re still fresh.” She said, highlighting the moist spot of pussy discharge. Though she was disgusted at the sight in her hands, she held it back and put on a pleasant smile just for him.
Michael leaned to take a whiff of the spot, eyelids fluttering as he did.
“They smell amazing.” Michael said and with merry eyes, he traced the tip of his tongue up, scooping the grool with it. He closed his mouth, inspecting her eyes as he ground the slimy treat against his palate. With a flat tongue, he lapped at it, going again and again, until the scent of pee faded and moistness returned to the fabric.
Keeping the good slut act, Honor licked the moist spot he just rubbed clean with his tongue.
Michael pulled her into a kiss that Honor reciprocated. His mouth tasting like her pussy.
Honor wrapped her arms around his neck and tilted her chin towards him, parting her lips to let him feel all over her tongue, under it, at the inner side of her cheeks, and to her surprise, even her pearly smooth teeth which he rubbed insistently.
She pulled back from the kiss, pasting on a horny smirk as she hastily unbuckled his belt to free his cock from his pants. As she dropped low, she also puled down his pants, ending face to face with his cock… A powerful three and a half inches that twitched like a thumb barely visible between the thick bush of pubic hair. Looking up at him, “I fucking hate you so much.” She thought as she eagerly stroked his cock with two fingers. “I love your cock so much, Michael.” Honor let off.
Peeling back his foreskin, she leaned in and took a deep whiff of the upper side. Then, tilting it back, she inhaled the underside. She wouldn’t admit it even to herself, but the slightly sweet musk of his tiny dick fed the light burn in her stomach, arousing her enough to feel her pussy moistening.
Honor scooped the bead of pre-cum at his tip. Closing her eyes, she ground it against her palate, loving the slight saltiness of it. Showing him just how much by humming in delight.
Eagerly, Honor closed her lips around his tiny cockhead and rubbed the tip with her tongue.
Michael moaned, the feeling of her melty tongue swirling around his highly sensitive tip making his cock tingle. by instinct, he stuck his hips towards her.
Honor took his cock all the way to the base. “You’re so fucking small, I’ve babysat boys with bigger dicks.” She thought, smiling with her eyes as she submissively bobbed on his cock. Humming like it was the best treat for a slut like her. Pulling back, she stroked his tip as she said, “your cock is the best I’ve ever had.”
Michael grinned.
Shocked, Honor continued, “but please, don’t tell anyone about it, especially you know who.”
Michael made a zip gesture on his lips and grinned widely. “My lips are sealed. A gentleman has no memory.” He said with confidence. That appeared to cringe.
“Just for that I’m going to worship your balls.” Honor said. Pushing his cock back, she leaned down to lap at his balls. Eagerly, she lapped at his hairy ballsack, giggling to show him just how much fun she was having.
“You’re such a good slut, Honor.” Michael said. “I bet I didn’t have to blackmail you for your to suck my cock.”
“No, baby, you just had to ask.” Honor said. “I fucked myself so many times thinking about you, I wondered how your dick looked, how it smelled…” she said, closing her eyes and gaping as she took a deep whiff of his cock. Aroused out of her mind by it, she buried her nose in his ballsack and took a deep whiff, filling her lungs with the honestly sweet musk, one of the few things about him that truly aroused her. “How it tasted.” She said. Then licked from his wrinkly, hairy ballsack to his tip. With a sultry glint in her eyes, she closed her lips around his cock and sucked so hard her cheeks hollowed, the pre-cum remaining in his tiny rod bursting into her mouth.
Honor pulled back, lips pursed to avoid any loss of pre-cum.
“How?! Why do you have so much pre-cum, fucking freak?!” Honor thought, feeling a tinge of nausea at the back of her mouth, and confusion as the taste fueled her arousal. “I’m a fucking slut.” She said after showing him her clean tongue, this time truly believing herself.
“You’re the biggest slut I’ve ever seen. Mia Khalifa would be out of business if you filmed yourself sucking cock, Honor.” Michael said.
“You know how to compliment a girl.” Honor said.
Acting the happy slut, Honor pushed Michael to lie on the bed. His ass resting on the edge of the bed. She pulled his pants off his legs, she then spread his thighs and flicked his ballsack with her tongue.
“Keep going, Honor. Show me how much of a slut you’re.” Michael let off, loving the high that talking to her like that gave him. It was understandable, after seeing her prim and proper, unattainable to everyone, now degrading herself all because of how much she loved his cock.
Honor stuffed her mouth as much of his proportionately huge balls as she could, tugging at them until they slipped off the grasp of her lips.
Playfully and horny, Honor caressed his fat belly.
Feeling her voice reverberate through his balls, Michael moaned louder.
“Lift your legs for me, baby.” Honor asked with a sultry edge to her voice.
“What do you have in mind?” He asked.
Honor grinned. “You’re going to love it, trust me.”
Michael didn’t need more than that. He lifted both his legs up as much as his physical shape allowed him, spreading them in such a way that his hairy asshole was right there for her.
For the first time in the night, Honor’s expression seemed fake. And it was with good reason as being presented with his hairy asshole not only left her disgusted but also left a dirty feeling of humiliation. Licking his rim, she felt her stomach revolt, but worse, to her shame, she felt that the light saltiness of his clean asshole aroused her.
“I’m a fucking slut.” She thought once again, finding that each subsequent lick was easier than the preceding one.
“You’re the dirtiest whore I’ve ever met.” Michael said like a compliment.
Honor felt a light surge of warmth from her core, spreading to her chest like a blanket to her racing heart. “It’s not as bad as I thought it would be…” she thought as she wiggled the tip of her tongue at the entrance of his pucker. “At least it’s clean,” she thought, still disgusted and humiliated.
Pushing out, he allowed her to sink her tongue in.
A hint of bitterness joining the light saltiness of his asshole. She wiggled her tongue inside his asshole, massaging his anal pleats with her soft lips as she inhaled the thrilling musk of his taint, her nose pasted to it.
Michael moaned. “Fuck! That feels good!” He exclaimed, his cock twitching like crazy as Honor worshipped his rim, her eyes focused on his as she did.
“Cum.” Honor thought.
Michael threw his head back and groaned in pleasure, his cock spitting rope after rope of cum onto his belly as Honor made out with his asshole.
“You love my hairy ass. Say it.” Michael ordered, drunk with a thrilling mixture of power and arousal. Recently, she was his direct rival, and now? Honor was just his ass-loving slut.
“I love eating your hairy ass, Michael. But you know that already.” Honor said.
“Yes, you fucking love eating my ass out, you dirty whore.” Michael said.
Honor grinned as she pumped his little cock between her fingers. She circled around his rim, feeling his anal pleats at the tip of her tongue. Then wiggling it inside his ass as she massaged his balls like it was the best thing in the world.
“I could eat your ass every day.” Honor said, going right back to worshipping his hairy butthole.
Grabbing her hair, Michael scrubbed his ass with her face. Which Honor seemed to love.
He let go of her hair. She planted a loving kiss on his balls. Then sucked on them, grinding his ballsack with her tongue. Pulling back on it until his stretchy ballsack slipped from the moist grasp of her lips.
Michael moaned.
Honor drew a small circled around the underside of his tip with her tongue. Smiling with her eyes, she closed her lips around his tiny cock and bobbed on it.
Michael moaned louder, his hips jerking out of his control as he neared an orgasm.
“Cum for me, Michael. You know how much your slut loves your cum.” Honor cooed at his dick.
“Shut up, and keep sucking,” Michael ordered.
“Yes, sir!” Honor beamed, going right back to suck on his cock. Cheeks hollowed, she rubbed his sensitive baby-tip with her tongue. Michael’s body tensed.
“Shit, I’m cumming, you slut!” Michael exclaimed.
“At last.” Honor thought as she felt spurt after spurt of hot cum hit the roof of her mouth. “The bastard has a tiny cock, but he cums like a fucking horse.” She thought, feeling her cheeks puff out with his cum.
“Show it to me.” Michael breathed.
Honor opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out slightly to highlight the small, creamy pool in the back of her mouth. He smirked, pleased.
Honor closed her mouth and swallowed, showing him her empty mouth.
“I should return the favor.” Michael said, pleased at the sight. “That would make my cum loving slut happy. Wouldn’t it?”
Honor nodded in apparent gratitude.
Michael smirked, “good.” He stood from the bed to help her up by her hand. “Take your clothes off and lay on the bed, my lady slut.” Michael said, giving her a ‘gentle’ smack on her ass.
With a sensual smirk, Honor took a few steps back. She grabbed the hem of her top and pulled it up to her tits. Pausing there, she inspected Michael’s face. Playfully, she turned around and pulled it off the rest of the way.
Throwing her bra aside. She pulled her pants down, kicking them aside. Thumbs in the waistband of her panties, she swayed her hips nice and sensual, dropping into a half-squat, and rising back up.
Spreading her legs, she drew a big circle with her hips. Smiling back at him over her shoulder, she wagged her ass playfully. Her hands trembled. Why did that happen? It wasn’t like it was the first time he saw her naked. “Just get it over with.” She thought. Inhaling deeply, she pulled down her panties. And the way he leered at her was dirty. The way it humiliated her, it was just like that first time he found her being their counselor’s slut.
“I love how you look at me.” Honor said, feeling strongly the opposite.
“You’re going to love what I’m about to do now.” Michael assured.
Naked, Honor laid on her back, holding the backs of her knees and spreading her legs for him.
First, Michael licked her hairless rim. Then he parted her barely moist inner lips with his thumbs, grinning at the sight of her delicately pink folds. “Anyone who saw this wouldn’t suspect you were such a dirty whore. Calvin?” Michael asked, shaking his head with disappointment. “You like cock that much, do you?”
Though mortified, Honor made a delightful gesture with her eyes and she hummed, enjoying the mere memory of what she enjoyed with Calvin. “I fucking hate you, fat fuck.” She thought, finding relief in her mind.
Michael hummed himself when he took the first lick of her cunt.
“Sweet,” Michael said. “You’re a high quality slut. It’s a shame that Calvin was the one to pop your cherry.” Michael said, now inspecting her inner folds as he parted her quivering fuckhole with his thumbs.
Michael slid his tongue into her pussy, wiggling it around and sucking on her outer lips as he looked up at her.
“I’m really going to cum if he keeps this up.” She thought as Michael flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue.
He sucked on it, now grinding it with his tongue as he glided his finger in and out of her fuckhole.
“Fuck!” Honor exclaimed. The way he pressed her clit, bringing her over the edge.
Michael stuck his tongue out, receiving her clear squirt in his mouth, and most of it on his face as she trembled on the bed.
He smiled.
“Good slut.” Michael said.
“Thank you, Michael.” Honor said. Her stomach revolting slightly. “Would you fuck my ass next, please? Your slut really…” Honor purred as she turned on all fours and stuck her ass out for him. “Wants to feel your cock in her dirty ass.”
*SMACK*
Michael slapped her rim with his cock. “Spread them more.” He demanded, seeing how her ass cheeks were fat enough to bother him. He could barely get it in.
Submissively, Honor spread her ass cheeks, presenting her asshole flat for him.
Inside, Michael felt that delightful burn of arousal running through him. His dick was barely a pinkie, less in most cases, but he felt it throb furiously, giving him the confidence of a well-endowed guy.
Hands on her ass cheeks, he caressed down to the back of her thighs. Her skin was like static running through the tips of his fingers, that already were chilly and scalding.
“You know the funny thing,” Michael said. Wanting a whiff of her asshole, he leaned closer to it. Soapy and floral. He smiled. “I stared at you in school. I used to wonder, ‘what kinds of panties is she wearing?’ I thought you were one of those boring girls who wore white panties with cutesy prints on them. I was right. But your asshole…” He inhaled deeply, eyelids fluttering as he filled his lungs with that intoxicating sweetness, the salty hint in her scent adding a novel and fascination depth to her scent.
By instinct, and out of her control, Honor clenched her asshole when she felt his nose close.
“You’re so delicate here, but so ‘gross’ at the same time. I can’t explain it.” Michael said as he stared at the wrinkles in her ass. To him, at that moment, it wasn’t her pucker, but those many times he stared at her skirt and wondered. “I never imagined your asshole would be like this.” He said, tracing circles around her rim with the tips of his thumbs.
“Don’t make me wait more, daddy. I really want to feel your dick stretching me out.” Honor purred, winking at her butthole for him.
Michael grinned. “It’s a pleasant surprise to know you were secretly this much of a slut. I always thought you were a tight-assed whore.”
“I always thought you were a pervert. Nice to know I was right.” Honor thought, thanking he wasn’t seeing her expression. Grimacing disgust as she felt his tongue wiping up her ass crack.
“You taste so good.” Michael said. “When I saw you cross your legs in class, all smart and classy, I dreamed about your taste. Would she be sweet or salty?” Michael said.
His warm breath was like a tickle to her moistening fuckhole.
“Do you like the taste of my tight little asshole?” Honor asked, looking back at him. Cute and slutty were her eyes as she winked at him.
Michael smirked. “Oh, you bet I’m loving your pooper. I like this side of you, Honor. Your smart girl act? I hated it, but now I think we might work out together.”
“In your dreams.” Honor thought. “That’s fantastic, daddy.” She highlighted her ass by jogging it at him. “Fuck my ass, please.”
Michael shifted his position. Cock lined with her rim, he pushed on it.
Wanting it over with by yesterday, Honor pushed out like she wanted to take one out, allowing his tiny dick smooth passage into her tight backdoor.
She could barely feel and what she felt erred on the side of discomfort. “Oh baby, your dick feels so good in my ass.” Honor cooed. “Your dirty anal slut wants you to fuck her hard, please. I need you to fuck me like a dirty whore.”
Burning up with desire, Michael slammed down onto her, making her body jolt and bounce on the bed. That creaked under the rough pounding.
Honor felt light pain mingling with increasingly powerful tingles of pleasure. She closed her eyes, then opened and looked up and right. Biting her lips, she focused on the pleasure that increased with every abusive, degrading thrust he made into her. Maybe she could enjoy it too.
“Is this how you wanted it, slut?” Michael moaned as he pumped into her. His cock slipped into her pussy. He pulled it out and shoved it back into her asshole.
“I want it harder, baby.” Honor begged. “Give it to your dirty slut!” Keeping herself still as she knew responding to his thrust by moving would only end in him slipping out even more than he already was.
Michael gripped her hips and yanked her towards him. He gritted his teeth and clenched his eyes.
“Already? At least it was quick.” Honor thought. “Your cum feels so good inside me, Michael.”
“I know.” Michael said. “But I know something that will feel even better.”
Honor skipped a beat as she wondered what he might have in mind. Seeing the plate of cookies her mother left on the bedside table now on the bed beside her only confused her more.
Laying on her side, she looked at Michael, a quizzical look.
“The cum I just left inside your dirty ass? Yeah, I want you to shit it out into your mom’s cookies.” Michael said.
Honor’s teeth hurt with how hard she clenched them. “I’d love to, baby.” She said, squatting over the plate.
Michael licked his lips as he saw Honor’s asshole bulging out. First, droplets, then strands of cum that fell creamy onto the chocolate chip cookies.
He caressed her ass cheeks up to the back of her thighs.
Causing Honor to feel her stomach revolt.
“How do you like ‘shitting’ my cum onto the cookies you’re going to eat?” Michael asked.
She feared it would happen. “Fantastic, Michael baby.” Honor cooed, moving her ass around as if wanting to be a good slut, throughly coating the entire plate of cookies.
Michael brought a cookie to her mouth.
The slightly salty and chlorine-like scent came first, like a caress to her senses, pursued by the chocolaty sweetness of fresh cookies like the ever-present background.
To her surprise, the first bite didn’t make her gag. “It’s not as bad,” Honor thought as she munched on it, not less humiliated.
Michael grinned. “You’re the hottest bitch I’ve ever met.”
Having finished the cookie, Honor stuck her tongue out, proudly showing she just swallowed it all before she ‘eagerly’ reached for the next one.
Seeing how she ate most of the cookies on the plate…
“I’d offer you some milk, but I know of something a slut like you will enjoy even more.” Michael said. “Open your mouth.”
Honor opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Kneeling on the floor in front of him and seeing hold of his dick, she could get a good idea of what he was about to do.
“I hate you so much,” she thought as she smiled with her eyes, begging with hums as she waited.
Not long as he exhaled, an arch of dark yellow pee broking right between her eyes. Honor clenched her eyes, but with force of will, she kept there, receiving his warm pee in her face, and then in her mouth when he seemed satisfied enough with her slightly soaked hair.
She swallowed. “Yes, Michael, drain your pee on me.” Honor said. “I love it so fucking much.”
“Keep it in your mouth,” Michael said, continuing.
“I hate it, I hate it, I hate it,” Honor thought, disgusted, yet keeping up the act of the happy slut.
“I should have fucked you earlier,” Michael said, aroused by the sight of the pool of pee in her mouth. “I could have been pissing in your mouth a long time before. Swallow.”
“Thank you, Michael.” Honor beamed in apparent gratitude. Feeling the puddle of pee under her knees, she knew what she had to do. Honor licked the pee off her floor, thanking herself for having the foresight to clean it beforehand. Like a thirsty kitten, she lapped it dry, and with smily eyes, and bare ass up in the air, she looked at him. “Only a few weeks more. I can do this.” She thought. “And I’ll be free of both of them.”
Where it all began...
Siting one leg on his desk, Calvin lowered his tone, “actually, Honor, you mean a lot to me.” Calvin said in a bedroom voice. Eyes closed, he shook his head as he continued with a slightly more desperate tone, “don’t worry about the age difference, okay? You are so mature. It is like you are 17 on the outside, but you are… you’re 30 on the inside.”
“Mr. Calvin.” Honor said.
“Yeah.” He uttered hopefully.
“Are you asking me to sleep with you?” Honor asked, her voice soft and calm.
“Well, uh, I don’t know if we’d be doing a lot of sleeping.” Calvin said playfully.
Honor felt her stomach turn. Hearing his offer was enough to make her skin feel like she had cheap dried juice just under. Honor tightened her lips slightly and prepared to walk away.
Aware of her resistance, Calvin struck. “This is your only chance.” Their eyes met. “I know how much you want to get out of this place, and I know why you want to.”
“Why would that be?” Honor asked, tilting her head.
“Because you want more out of life.” Calvin said with relaxed confidence. If she didn’t agree to do it with him, if she had the chance to cool her head, and clean her emotions, she would know she could ruin him. “And I’m willing it to hand it over to you on a silver plate. Not because you’re smart. Dipnicky is way ahead of you there.”
Honor clutched her knees and inhaled as she cocked her head and put on an unbothered facade.
“You need this recommendation, and I’m willing to give it to you. But only if you’re willing to show me your gratitude.” Calvin said.
“And that would be by fucking you?” Honor asked.
Calvin nodded. “At least two times a week, more if you want that recommendation letter to be extra special.” He said, raising two fingers and wiggling them back and forth.
Everything she had worked for would be for naught if Mr. Calvin didn’t hand over that recommendation letter. Steeling herself, Honor made to get on her knees.
Calvin grinned. That was where it all began.
A week later in his office…
“Don’t shower after volleyball practice today.” Calvin told Honor.
“Again?” she thought. She grinned.
Calvin smirked. “I like the smell of a gorgeous woman just after she had a good workout.”
“I’ll work extra hard today.” Honor said, hiding her hate behind an eager smile. “I hope you don’t regret it.”
“With you? Never.” Calvin affirmed. “Let me see your panties.” Honor lifted her skirt to show him the ‘little girl’ cotton panties she wore that day. “Nice. Keep them on all day. Really soak them in.”
“Yes, Mr. Calvin.” Honor said.
…
That day after-school activities.
Honor wore a plaid flannel skirt with a white long sleeved top that had a striped V white and black design. Thigh high black socks and platform sneakers completed her attire. Because of how well brushed she kept her hair, it seemed she just cleaned up. But it was in the faint, salty smell that radiated from her body that it was clear just how sweaty she was under her clothes.
Accustomed to good hygiene, Honor found herself hyper-aware of her pussy. “This is so gross.” She thought as she pranced to Calvin’s office. “He has to be a deviant to like this kind of thing.” She thought, articulating her hate towards him.
“I kept the same panties as you asked me.” Honor said.
“Lift it up,” Calvin said. Grinning in satisfaction when he noticed they were the same pair she had just wore that morning.
He approached her. Honor took a few steps towards him.
Calvin placed his hands on her hips. Smiling sultrily, Honor searched his eyes as she felt down his chest.
“I didn’t think you’d ever do this.” Honor said.
“Well, lucky we.” Calvin said.
“Yes. It’s hot to be doing what I shouldn’t.” Honor said.
“You’re talking like a bad girl now.” Calvin said as he groped her ass. “Like a bad, stinky girl.”
“Don’t say that, pervert.” Honor thought. “Maybe I’m a bad girl…” Honor whispered at his lips.
Calvin closed the gap, planting him on hers and sticking his tongue in her mouth. Honor sucked on his tongue, then parted her lips and munched on his as they felt each other’s tongues.
Honor parted away from the kiss. Sensually, she pulled her top off.
Wide-eyed, Calvin took in her smooth stomach and deep navel as she reached behind to unhook her ‘boring’ bra. “Beautiful.” He breathed when he saw her B cup tits with light pink areolas and perky nipples.
Overcome with lust, Calvin cupped both her breasts, and while he squeezed one, he licked and sucked on her nipple.
Though she consciously hated the feeling of his tongue running laps around her areola, Honor couldn’t help the tingles of pleasure. Calvin sucked on her tit like it was a dessert. And bit on her nipple, unaware of how sensitive hers were.
Licking up the smooth side of her boob, Calvin found her armpit. Smooth and hairless, kissing it left on his lips a lingering warmth that urged him to lick up with his flattened tongue.
“You really worked hard today, Honor. I knew I mattered to you. That’s why I’m doing this, Honor.” He turned back to her armpit, now glistening with his spit. “I care about you.” He lapped at her now, much less salty armpit. “And I’ll show it to you…” Calvin turned his attention to the other one, which he ‘cleaned’ up just as eagerly. “Hold them up.”
Honor did with a smile.
“What do we say when others do something nice for us?” Calvin asked.
“Thank you, Mr. Calvin.” Honor said, her voice an enthralling mix of sultriness and ‘girly’ enthusiasm.
“You see? You’re a good girl deep down.” Calvin said, his crotch burning with that kind of delicious arousal that not only burned but also felt as tingles around the tip of his cock. Staring at her hips, he licked his lips. “Now keep being a good girl and bend over my desk.”
Submissively, like the good girl she was for him, Honor bent over and parted her legs slightly. Then, going the extra mile for her ‘favorite’ perverted counselor, she lifted the back of her skirt, showing Calvin her ass clad in her cotton panties.
Calvin slammed his face, that was cushioned by her perky ass cheeks. Honor raised her head and looked up at the ceiling, holding back the urge to kick him back in disgust. It was worth it if she got to make something of herself. She would not end up like her mom, or the rest of failures that surrounded her.
“It feels so good, Mr. Calvin.” Honor said.
“Call me, Calvin. After all, I’m your boyfriend right now.” Calvin said as he kneaded her cheeks and the back of her thighs. “You’re so hot.” *SMACK* *SMACK*
Calvin buried his face back between her cheeks, his lips at her pussy, still clad in her soft-feeling panties. He inhaled, filling his lungs to burst with the nicely soapy and slightly sweaty scent of her ass crack. Even after volleyball practice, she was so clean and well-kept.
“You’re wonderful.” Calvin let off at her pussy. The feeling of her pubic hair through the fabric of her panties arousing him more.
“It feels good, Calvin.” Honor said.
Burning, Calvin hooked the waist of Honor’s panties and slowly peeled them.
With her panties down to her ankles, Honor remembered how just a few moments ago she had sat to pee. Her cheeks flushed as the memory only added to her growing feeling of humiliation.
With his thumbs, Calvin spread her ass cheeks. A slightly sharper version of the salty and soapy scent he got before reaching his nostrils. Much warmer and slightly thicker, it was like it crept up his head, wrapping around the top and back of it in tingly delight as he took in her hairless asshole. Pink, and of delicate pleats, her asshole contrasted just slightly with her pale ass cheeks.
“You’re gorgeous from head to pooper.” Calvin breathed.
“Calvin!” Honor exclaimed, keeping it as playful as she could. Barely masking the surge of shame, she got that instant.
“What?” Calvin said, barely glancing away from her asshole to her eyes over her shoulders.
“Don’t call it that. It’s gross. Please.” Honor said, keeping a playful tone to mask her true feelings.
“Honor, baby.” Calvin said as he caressed her smooth skin. “I love every inch of you.” *SMACK* “And you have nothing to worry about. Your ass is just as well-kept as your hair…” He took a closer whiff of her ass, getting that slight hint of ‘ass scent. “Save for the sweat you worked up for me.” He said. Then planted a disgustingly loving kiss on her ass. On the back of her thigh. On her ass crack. And on her dot-tight asshole.
Pressing the tip of his nose on her butthole, he inhaled deeply.
Honor shuddered. “Oh, I don’t deserve you, Calvin. You’re so nice to me. I mean, I don’t know of any guy my age that wouldn’t be grossed out by kissing my sweaty ass.” Honor said with a sensual softness in her voice.
“That’s why they are still too immature to appreciate a gem like you, Honor.” Calvin said. Spreading her hairy labia with his thumbs, he grinned at the sight of her glistening opening. “You’re perfect in every way. It’s nice to see you kept your pussy hairy for me. It’s just how I like it.”
Calvin licked around her ass crack. Then he planted his lips on her rim and parted them. With his tongue, he scrubbed her anal pleats as he dug his fingers into her thighs.
Honor let off a breathy moan.
Calvin pulled back to spread her rim with his thumbs, then ‘tickled’ her rim with the tip of his tongue.
Honor giggled sweetly. “Calvin…” She let out. “I love how you play with my ass.”
“That’s nice, because I love playing with your pooper, Honor.” Calvin said.
“It’s embarrassing.” Honor said.
“I told you already, no part of you is embarrassing. Ever.” Calvin said. Then licked up her ass cheeks, loving the salty sting in his tongue as he did.
Swirling back to her asshole, he slithered his tongue inside her.
Honor clenched her jaw and closed her eyes. Facing forward, she couldn’t hold back the feeling of disgust as it was her first time having anything go up there. Disgust, shame, and a tinge of nausea. “Disgusting pervert.” she thought, finding solace in the privacy of her mind.
“Are you enjoying this?” Calvin asked, already knowing the answer he wanted.
“I’m loving your tongue inside, my pooper.” Honor said, went all in for the sake of that letter.
“You’re going to enjoy this even more.” Calvin said. “Get on the desk and spread your legs.”
Honor stepped out of her panties and kicked off her shoes. Sock-clad heels on the edge of it. She looked at him, craving for what he would do next.
“I don’t get why you haven’t shaved yet.” Calvin commented.
“I trimmed it for you. Don’t you like it?” Honor purred.
“All girls your age shave smooth. It gives you a ‘baby’ look.” Calvin said playfully.
“But I like to caress my kitty before sleep.” Honor purred as she caressed her bush.
“It makes you look older.” Calvin said, admitting his genuine problem with her hairy pussy.
“Well, suck it up, pervert.” Honor thought. “Aren’t you going to eat my pussy today?” She asked, playing with her puffy labia.
“I don’t care how hairy it is, you’re getting your pussy eaten.” He said.
Calvin buried his face in her hairy pussy and inhaled. Though just as clean as her ass, her pussy had a slightly womanly and sour hint that differentiated it nicely from the barely noticeable hint of ass he could get through the mostly soapy scent of her genitals. He lapped at her inner lips, humming at the salty and slightly tangy taste that flooded his mouth.
Honor closed her eyes, jaw slack as she tilted her head back and curled her toes. She hated to admit it, but it was feeling good to feel his tongue wiggling inside her fuckhole.
“Calvin…” She breathed a moan.
Calvin looked up at her from between her thighs, his eyes showing just how much he was enjoying the chance to taste her pussy.
“He’s going to make me cum if he keeps this up.” Honor thought. The porn video she watched a few days coming back to her mind as she wondered if he could make her squirt just the girl in that one. “You’re making me feel so good.” She moaned.
Encouraging him to stick his tongue deeper into her fuckhole.
Calvin sucked at her clit as he glided a finger in and out of her now gooey fuckhole. Honor moaned louder. He licked back to her opening, eagerly teasing her g-spot with the tip of his tongue while he rubbed her clit with his thumb.
Honor’s body tensed up as she arched her back in pleasure. She bit her lip to muffle out her moans as she sprayed her clear pussy juices onto his face.
“I’m so sorry,” Honor said, now pretending embarrassment.
Calvin licked his lips clean. “Don’t be. Your sweaty pussy is delicious.”
Honor smirked. “Since you like it that much.” She said. Picking her panties up, she turned them inside out. Both of them noticed the yellow pee stains on the front end. She put her dirty panties on his face.
Then slid a hand in his pants and paused.
“Fuck…” she thought, her eyes wide in surprise. She looked at him, then at his pants. “He had to have a huge cock.” She thought, feeling around his shaft. “Shit…” With a slutty smile, she pumped him nice and slowly, really squeezing his rock hard cock as she scrubbed his nose and lips with her dirty panties she just wore to volleyball practice.
Calvin moaned in bliss as he inhaled the smell of pee coming from the fabric.
Honor jerked him faster.
He bucked his hips.
She grinned.
Calvin moaned louder and jerked hips up. Honor eagerly pumped his cock as he came, most of his cum flowing into her hand like cream overflowing from a pastry.
Like a girly slut, Honor brought her hand to her mouth. The scent had a chlorine-like edge to it. The first lick was shy. But overcome with the need to taste his cum, she ‘wiped’ the back of her hand with her tongue. Her palm followed. And then in between her fingers.
‘Craving’ for more. She got down on her knees and pulled his pants down. His cock glistened with his cum. Droplets of cum fell on her chin when it sprang free. She licked up the side of it. And hummed as she enjoyed the salty taste flooding her mouth.
Calvin smirked. Keeping the tip under her nose, she inhaled deeply. The scent was musky and slightly sweet. With how big it was, she knew it wouldn’t be comfortable to suck on it.
Honor took his cock in her mouth, and looking at his hairy pelvis, she bobbed on it. Working the underside of it with her tongue as best she could as she played with his balls.
“Be a good girl and look at me, Honor.” Calvin said. Seeing her eyes on his while she bobbed on his cock was a rush on itself. “You look so beautiful sucking on my dick.”
Remembering how the girls in the porn videos she enjoyed sometimes, she hollowed in her cheeks and clenched his rod with her lips as she pulled her head back.
Calvin moaned, the sight of her cock-sucking face a squirt of fuel into the pit of fire in his stomach.
*Pop* She licked down the tip of his cock down to his balls. She flicked them with the tip of her tongue, and just as eagerly as she sucked his dick, she sucked on his balls.
“And so lewd.” Calvin commented, seeing how her cheeks puffed out with his ballsack. “Keep worshipping my balls like a good little slut.” He let off, loving the damp warmth of Honor’s mouth.
Calvin’s cock poked the back of her mouth when she took it deeper. She kept still for a moment, fighting the gag reflex. Then, remembering a trick she saw on the internet once, she clenched her thumb and took it deeper in her mouth.
Calvin moaned louder, throwing his head back for an instant as he felt the warmth, tight dampness of her throat wrapped around his tip.
“Keep going…” Calvin breathed.
Honor practically slammed her face on his cock. Her neck ached, her throat stung. But she hummed with the delight of a cock hungry slut who was getting her fix. She tilted her head, and caressed the underside of his cock with her tongue as she pulled back. A strand of clear, bubbly drool fell. Then stuffed her throat back with cock, clenching her eyes as she tickled his ballsack with her tongue. Making swallowing motions that stimulated his tip.
“Cum!” Honor thought, growing impatient the longer it dragged out.
Calvin groaned. Hips jerked forward with a mind of theirs. Honor opened her eyes, eyebrows raised as she held to his thighs.
The feeling of his cum pooling at the back of her mouth brought her relief.
“Swallow it, baby.” Calvin breathed.
Honor knew what a good slut should do. His cock still in her mouth, she tilted her head back and swallowed the first gulp. “It’s disgusting.” She thought. But keeping the slutty eagerness in her eyes, she kept going, forcing herself to swallow his cum despite how much she hated that disgustingly salty taste that reminded her of oral serum.
Pleased, and proud of himself, Calvin laid on the floor, breathing heavily.
Honor, feeling that deep need for revenge, and the pressure in her pelvis, rolled the dice. “I want to pee, Calvin. And I bet you’d love it if I did it on you, wouldn’t you?” She purred as she took her skirt off.
“Fire away.” Calvin said, sticking his tongue out.
She squatted on his face, aiming her urethra to his mouth as best she could as she prepared herself to kill two birds with one stone.
“How do you like my pee, pervert?” Honor thought, still able to taste his cum in her mouth as the arch of dark yellow pee broke into his face.
Calvin shifted his position, taking most of it in his mouth. Eagerly, he gulped it down. Salty and girly. Honor’s pee was a treat he would enjoy every morning if he had the chance.
Holding the pee in his mouth, Calvin gestured for her to kiss him.
Seemingly enthusiastic, Honor kisses him. He pushed her pee into her mouth. She clenched her eyes and tensed up, but knowing why she was doing it all in the first place, Honor felt strengthened to not only take her pee, but stir it in his mouth with her tongue before he pushed it in her mouth.
Pulling back, Honor changed the pee in her mouth from one cheek to the other. Throwing her head back, she gargled it. Then, swallowed.
“Your pee is delicious,” Calvin said, seeing her uvula when she stuck her tongue out to show him she just swallowed it all.
“Nice you liked it.” Honor said, hoping it would be done with just that.
“Bring me the lunch box over there.” Calvin said, pointing to the spot in his office. “I haven’t eaten all day waiting for this moment.”
Honor felt her stomach churn, as she knew what they were about to do next.
Calvin handed her a banana, then laid back on the floor.
Honor peeled it off slowly. Then got in a half squat and pushed out like she was about to take a shit as she pushed the tip of the banana. Grinning charmingly as she felt it stretch her asshole.
“You’re lucky I clean up each morning.” Honor thought, wondering if he would like it if she didn’t. Almost enjoying the thought of dirtying his mouth with the ‘natural products’ of her ass. “I always love when we do this.” Honor thought, hiding how uncomfortable it made her feel to shove things, especially fruit up her ass.
Halfway through, she paused. Tightening her lips, she breathed in and out slowly, doing her best to keep her asshole relaxed to avoid cutting the banana, as Calvin liked his bananas in one piece.
“I’m hungry, Honor.” Calvin said, rubbing his belly like he was a hungry child.
“Right on it, honey.” Honor said, keeping the pressure at the tip of the banana, slowly sinking the remaining half of fruit and pushing it further inside her rectum with the tip of her finger.
She avoided standing straight, as she feared it would break the banana inside.
“Come closer.” Calvin said.
Honor obliged.
Loving and curious, Calvin caressed her belly. “You know, I always like it when you keep the fruit inside your bowels.” He said as he ran the tip of his finger around her lower stomach. “It’s always nice to think that you’re full of sweet fruit instead of shit.”
“Get it over with,” Honor thought, feeling the uncomfortably tingly urge to ‘dump’ his lunch. “I need to go so bad, Calvin. Your little slut wants to shit your lunch.” She said.
“Turn around and suck my cock.” Calvin said.
Honor indulged him. Carefully, she laid on top of him. Eagerly, she stroked his cock, teasing his tip with her tongue as he licked around her rim.
“Let it out slowly.” Calvin said.
Honor relaxed her rim enough for the white, now glistening tip, of the banana to rear past her stretched rim.
Calvin licked around it.
Honor let more of it slip out of her. Calvin sucked on the ass-tasting fruit, rolling his tongue around it, teasing her rim as he played with her clit.
Honor moaned into his tip. Like a good little slut, she bobbed up and down on it, producing lewd, sucking noises as she knew he loved that.
Calvin broke a piece of fruit with his lips. Clenching her ass cheeks close, he munched on it. Taking his sweet time, he enjoyed the fruity sweetness mingle with the slight bitterness of her ass that enhanced the taste.
Honor swirled her tongue around his tip, focusing on his cock to distract from the tingly pressure at her rim that urged her to continue. And the frustration caused by his grip on her cheeks that impeded her from doing so.
Calvin let go of her cheeks, allowing her to ‘shit’ out more of the banana. Which he now broke and munched while forcing her cheeks shut as he enjoyed his ass-enhanced healthy treat.
“I should pass everything through your ass first, Honor.” Calvin said through a mushy mouthful of fruit. “It makes everything taste so much better.”
“Your little slut is so happy, Calvin.” Honor beamed at his cock. Slutty and eager, she tugged at his balls while he played with the fruit in her ass by gliding his finger in and out, making her push it right to the edge, only to shove it back inside repeatedly.
Finally, Calvin allowed her to expel the rest out. Humming as he took in the intense warmth of the slightly softened fruit.
When she heard him gulp. She sat up on his face and nested on it. Calvin gripped her ass cheeks, squeezing them around his face as she rubbed her ass back and forth on his face. Moaning like a happy slut while he licked her asshole clean off the banana.
“Yes, eat me up, Calvin!” Honor moaned, rolling her hips.
Calvin wiggled his tongue inside her butthole. Honor moaned. Overcome with the rush of arousal, she moved down. Muffling a scream by biting her lips as she impaled her pussy with his enormous dick.
“What the fuck?!” Exclaimed Michael, who just walked through the door Honor forgot to lock.
“Shit!” Calvin exclaimed, scrambling to cover himself. “I told you to close the door.”
“No, you didn’t!” Honor replied as she rushed to cover herself.
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“You’re such a whore.” Michael said.
“I need the recommendation.” Honor said.
“Well, unlucky you, I need it too and now I just have to spill the beans to the principal and it will be mine.” Michael said.
“You can’t do this.” Honor said, blushing in shame and frustration. Everything she went through would be for nothing if Michael told everyone. Not only that, she would struggle to enter any other school. Seeing herself spraying stinky bowling shoes in her future, Honor spoke. “I’ll fuck you if you keep quiet about this.”
Calvin made to speak. But a glance from Michael, who was thinking about it, silence him.
“Fucking me will not be enough. I want you to be my bitch.” Michael said.
“I’ll be the dirties whore you will ever meet if you just keep quiet and let me have that recommendation letter.” Honor said, looking him in the eye.
Her intensity proved arousing to Michael, who felt his cock twitch in his pants.
“Take my pants off.” Michael said.
With enthusiasm and desperation, Honor dropped low and pulled down his pants. Barely holding herself back from grimacing at the sight of his fat, tiny cock.
“How do you like my ‘hot slug’?” Michael asked proudly.
“I love your slug, Michael. It’s so cute.” Honor said as she stroked it with two fingers.
Eagerly, Honor sucked on it. But given how small it was, she slipped off enough times to annoy her.
“This will need a different technique.” She thought. Closing her lips around the base of his cock, she performed quick bobs as she played with his balls, that were huge compared to his slug.
Michael moaned.
Which relieved Honor, who bobbed more eagerly. Also, grinding his sensitive tip with her tongue.
Not satisfied being only a viewer, Calvin got on the desk and pulled Honor on top of him.
“Wait!” Honor exclaimed when she felt his humongous dick pressing at her asshole. That already gave her a pang of pain that felt like it cut through her core. “You’re so big.”
“Today is the day, Honor. Today I pop your anal cherry.” Calvin said, pulling her down by her waist.
Honor clenched her eyes and gritted her teeth. “It feels so fucking good!” She exclaimed in pain that she hoped to mask with slutty enthusiasm. To her it didn’t feel like a cock, but like he wanted to shove his arm up her ass. She knew it wasn’t as thick, and yet her ass felt it that way. “I hate so fucking much.” Honor thought as she felt a sharp pang of pain cutting through her the moment Calvin got his head inside.
“I like your bush,” Michael said as he played with her clit.
Which helped ease some of the pain she felt in her ass. Taking advantage of this brief relief, Honor pushed down on Calvin, sinking his cock half-way up her ass. “Why did it have to be so huge?” Honor thought, fearing he would rip her rim.
“Oh, your ass is so fucking tight.” Calvin breathed, loving the sight of her asshole gripping his thick cock as he moved up and down, nice and slow.
Honor moaned loud.
Michael stuffed her tits in his mouth, rolling his tongue around her nipple while fucked herself on Calvin’s cock.
“Get her on the floor. I want to fuck her pussy.” Michael said. Calvin breathed in annoyance. But did as Michael asked without so much as uttering a word.
“Get it in. I want your hot slug in my wet pussy.” Honor moaned as she smacked Calvin’s pelvis with her ass.
Honor leaned back over Calvin, Michael leaned over Honor and pushed his hips. Wetness turned into a sharp high of heat at his tip and then over his small cock. He moaned. Honor grinned.
“How do you like your slut’s pussy?” Honor beamed. The clap of her cheeks mingled with their voices.
“It’s so fucking tight.” Michael said.
“That’s high praise, considering how tiny your dick is.” Honor thought. “Let me make it tighter, baby.” She cooed and clamped on his cock right away.
Michael moaned, smiling with his eyes and tilting his head back. Moved by pleasure, he rutted into her cunt.
Calvin and Michael slammed their hips against her at the same time. Honor moaned loudly, throwing her head back in a plain show of horny ecstasy.
“Keep fucking your dirty slut!” She grunted as she worked her hips. “Oh fuck!” She exclaimed, feeling waves of pleasure coming from her guts and clit as Calvin scrubbed her rectum with his dick and Michael slammed his hairy pelvis on her clit. “I can’t believe this.” She thought. “Yes!” She moaned as she gushed to Michael.
“Well, well, seems like I found myself an anal freak.” Calvin said.
Michael’s pace grew quicker and more intense. He huffed. Then groaned and pulled his cock out, aiming it at her face.
“Yes, cum on, your dirty slut, Michael.” She purred. Michael came and came, and kept cumming. Honor clenched her eyes and pursed her lips. His cum dripped down to her tits and shoulders. But as he kept going, it seemed like he could continue forever. “How can you cum so much?” She asked honestly, surprised.
“Why do you think I call it the slug?” Michael said smugly.
Keeping up the act, Honor licked her lips clean. Then scooped some of the cum on her cheeks into her mouth and sucked her finger clean. “Your cum is delicious.” Honor commented.
Calvin tightened his grip on her hips and thrusted up into her ass. Her cheeks rippled, her voice broke into high moans.
“Fuck!” Honor moaned. “My ass in fire!” She thought. “Cum!” She begged, truly wanting him to be done already.
But as the jerk that Calvin was, he took almost four minutes of constant anal pummeling to finally. “Shit! Take my cum, slut!” He groaned, his cock twitching, and stretching and contracting inside with every spurt of cum he left inside her.
Honor breathed a sigh of relief when Calvin finally pulled his cock out of her gaped asshole.
Standing by her side, Michael was the first one to let pee on her.
“SERIOUSLY?!” Honor thought, finding herself on the verge of punching his balls. But aware of the position she was in, Honor stuck her tongue out and closed her eyes. Hands under her chin, she received Michael and Calvin’s dark yellow stream of pee.
She swallowed. “Your pee is so delicious.”
“She’s talking about me.” Calvin said.
“Yeah, right,” Michael replied.
From her face to her tits, they bathed her in their pee. Warm on her skin, the pee quickly left a chilly sensation on her skin that heightened the feeling of degradation. Suddenly, the feminist icons that inspired Honor to not shave her bush felt like they looked at her with disappointment from their table in Central Park.
“I’ll come to your house for our next ‘study’ date.” Michael said as he put on his.
The pungent smell of pee roused the hate in her heart. She hated the school that hired a man like Calvin, her town that allowed such a school. That’s why she needed to play along. She only hoped to get out.
Pee dripping from her chin and drying on her nipples, “I’ll tell my mom to prepare cookies for you.” Honor said, excited to meet him again.