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Authors: Tiffany Madison

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He couldn't possibly be... No...

I realized what he wanted me to do just by the look in his eyes. His huge cock was there in front of me, glistening with my own juices.
I could never... could I?

"Come on, Becky. It won't hurt, I promise," he said, pulling me toward his cock by the back of my head. I opened my mouth and let his dick slide inside. I tasted my juices and he was right, it wasn't so bad. Not even the slight taste of iron was unpleasant. I sucked just as I had before, my tongue rubbing against the bottom eagerly. I looked up at him, making sure I was doing it right and that he was enjoying it. He looked right back down, smiling and nodding as I pleasured him.

In another moment he pulled me up by my hair and turned me around, bending me over a chair that was nearby. He spread my legs open and I eagerly waited for him to fill me again.

"Oh, you're ready for more, already, are you? You're a little whore, aren't you?" he asked.

"No!" I whined, but his response was a hard smack against my ass. I squealed, then turned back to him. "What was that for, Sensei?"

"Tell me you're a whore, Becky," he demanded.

"What? No!" I protested. His hand came down on my ass again, loudly smacking against it. I screamed again and moved my hand to protect myself.

"Tell me you're a stupid little whore, or I'll do it again."

I whimpered. The pain was mixing with the pleasure so nicely, and I almost said no again, but then I said quietly, "I'm a stupid little whore."

SMACK! I felt tears spring from my eyes. "Louder," he demanded.

"I'm a fucking whore!" I shouted loudly.

He pulled up firmly on my hair, bringing my face to his. "And whose little whore are you?"

I paused. I knew what answer he wanted. "I'm yours," I said, smiling coyly.

"Fuckin’ right," he said, then let go of my hair. He pushed his cock between my legs, spreading my pussy lips and sliding deep into my love canal. I gasped again as he filled me up. It was a different sensation being fucked this way, but I liked it.

I could tell he liked it too. In fact, I could hear him grunting loudly. I didn't know what that meant, only that he was enjoying himself. I began to moan loudly in time with his grunts.

His hand reached around and grabbed at my tits, playing with them roughly. My hard nipples slipped between his fingers as he squeezed them. It felt amazing as they bounced, and I could feel my cheeks getting flushed as yet another orgasm threatened to hit me.

"I'm going to cum, Sensei. I'm gonna cum," I said to him.

"Cum for me, Becky. Cum like a good girl," he said.

I could feel him swell within me, and suddenly, his hand was on my back, pressing me down. My tits pressed against the top of the chair, as my head hung over the back. I was on my tiptoes, while the man my dad’s age pummeled me like a rag doll. It was too much for me to handle.

"Yes, cum like a good girl. Yes..." he trailed off.

I felt myself freeze up and my back arch, pulling my face away from the top of the chair. My mouth opened in a wordless cry of ecstasy, and I could feel my muscles begin to spasm. Suddenly, I felt his cock swell up even bigger, and that pushed me over the edge. I felt my body spasm.

All of a sudden, I felt a new sensation. Sensei thrust forward, holding his cock inside of me. Then I felt like I was being filled with a hot liquid, splashing up against the inside of my womb. It felt incredible. I looked back and saw Sensei’s face frozen in a mask of complete pleasure, as if it had taken over his body. He pumped into my body, releasing his seed within me as I came. My womb contracted, pulling his semen deep into me. I needed him. I needed all of him. I rocked my body into his, milking him for every last drop.

He continued fucking me slowly, letting his cum pour out of my pussy and around his cock, dripping down to the floor below.

A few moments later and it was over. He pulled out of me and I felt at once empty, then satisfied as I felt his cum continuing to drip out of me. He looked over my body, then took his hand off my back. He pulled me to my feet and turned me to face him. His hands brushed my tits lightly as he leaned in for a quick kiss, just a peck. "So beautiful," he whispered in my ear.

Then, he backed away. He began to pull on his pants. I was a little disappointed, because I had imagined us cuddling for a while afterward. He seemed to be in a hurry, so I put on my robe that had been carelessly tossed to the floor. Then I picked up the remnants of my ripped panties and tossed them into my purse, hoping my parents wouldn’t find them by mistake.

“So, this was just between you and I, right?" I asked.

He laughed, then looked at me like I was crazy. "I would say so, Becky. I don’t think your mom would be too happy about this.”

Sensei Domka put on his robe, a light layer of sweat still covering his chest, reflecting the florescent lights on the ceiling of the dojo.

“I assume you’re on birth control?” he asked.

I cocked my head to the side and then looked at him quizzically.

“Why would I be on birth control?” I asked. “I was a virgin before a few minutes ago...”

His face turned white and it looked like he was about to pass out. He swallowed nervously, as he finished putting his black belt back on around his waist, pulling his robe together tightly.

Right then, I glanced outside of the front window and noticed my mom pulling up in her car.

“Shit,” I said. “My mom’s here already.”

I glanced at the clock. I hadn’t realized it had already been almost an hour since class had ended.

“Well you better get going,” he said, motioning me out of the door. “I’ll see you next week.”

I smiled and gave him a flirtatious wink before heading out the door. I literally couldn’t wait for the next week. I knew that it wouldn’t be hard to get Sensei to show me some of those “special moves” again...

***

O
nce in the car, my mom immediately started bombarding me with questions.

“Well, honey?” she asked. “Did you have fun?”

I bit my bottom lip and nodded, noticing how sore my pussy still was from the punishment that Sensei Domka had delivered to it.

“It was a lot of fun,” I responded. “And I learned a lot.”

My mom smiled, clearly excited that I had enjoyed my time at the dojo.

“I’m just glad you finally got to meet my new boyfriend that I’ve been trying to tell you about,” she said, as he pulled out of the parking lot and onto the highway.

My stomach dropped and I felt my face turn pale as soon as those words escaped my mom’s lips.

“Boyfriend?” I asked, as a shot of anxiety burst through my body.

My mom looked over at my and rolled her eyes.

“Yes, honey,” she said. “If you had been listening to me when I dropped you off at the dojo...I was trying to tell you that I had started dating Sensei Domka a few weeks ago. I showed him a picture of you on my phone and he said that you should come in and start taking Karate classes. He thought you would be a great fit, since you’re athletic and all. That was why I had encouraged you to go.”

I felt like I was about to throw up.

My mom noticed immediately that I didn’t look well and asked, “Becky, what’s wrong?”

I swallowed again, as I put my hand on my belly, feeling where my mom’s boyfriend’s seed was baking in my womb.

Maybe next time I’ll pay more attention to my mom when she’s trying to tell me something,
I thought...

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“Your mom already knows about this,” he said.

She knows about what?
I thought to myself.

“What are you saying?” I asked him.

I could see his smile in the dim light as he said, “I’ll give you and your mom everything you could ever want. All I ask for is one thing and I was told that I could have it. Your mother gave me her permission when she found out how much money I was worth. She said that I could have you and your virginity." His smile grew wider. "Nothing comes free, sweetheart.”

I couldn’t believe this was happening. I heard my phone buzz next to me on the bed. I picked it up to see that it was a text from my Mom. She must have still been awake downstairs.

The text read:
Our future is in your hands.

My hands were shaking as I put the phone back on the bed. I looked up to see Mr. Powers unbuttoning his shirt. I started to feel that same electricity in the air that I had felt earlier that day when he accidentally walked in on me.

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