Chapter 5: Is there more to it?
The next day work was relatively non eventful, but Oah had concerns and was feeling upset. When the bell went, she got out her lunch and proceeded towards the cafeteria where most of the other teachers sat.
As she was about to take a bite out of her sandwich, Chris appeared in front of her.
"Come on, let's go," he said, his voice low and firm, leaving no room for argument. Oah hesitated for a moment, her eyes flicking towards the cafeteria, before she shoved her lunch back into her bag and followed him out of the school. She knew exactly what he meant, and her heart sank as she realized that she would have to endure another session of rough, emotionless sex.
They walked to his apartment in silence, the air between them thick with tension. Oah could feel her stomach churning with a mix of anxiety and dread. She knew that she couldn't refuse him, not after what had happened in his office. But she couldn't shake the feeling of being used, of being nothing more than a vessel for his pleasure. She also didn’t want to upset him.
She had come to care for him despite everything. She took a deep breath as they approached Chris’s apartment building and mustered the courage to speak.
“Chris, can I ask you something?” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “I just...I've been feeling a bit used lately. Like, maybe I'm just a...a toy for you to play with.”
She saw Chris’s expression darken, his jaw tightening as they walked up the stairs to his apartment.
“You think I use you?” he asked, his voice rough, his eyes flashing with anger.
“I-I don’t know,” she stammered, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
“I just feel like... like I’m not enough. Like all you want from me is sex.”
Chris stopped in his tracks, turning to face her. His expression was stern, his eyes boring into hers. “That’s not true, Oah. I don’t use you. I want you. All of you.”
Oah looked down, unable to meet his gaze. “But you always want to... you know, do it. It’s like you can’t be around me without wanting to have sex.”
Chris sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Look, Oah. We’re adults. Adults have sex. It’s a part of a relationship. I’m not saying I don’t want to do other things with you. I enjoy spending time with you, talking to you, laughing with you.
But I also enjoy fucking you, Oah. It's a part of me, and it's a part of us."
He unlocked the door to his apartment and stepped aside to let her enter. She hesitated for a moment, her eyes flicking up to meet his gaze before she stepped inside. The apartment was small but cozy, with a living room, kitchen, and a single bedroom. Chris closed the door behind them, enclosing them in the small space.
"I know, Chris," Oah said softly, her voice filled with a mix of sadness and resignation. "I just... I wish it didn't have to be like this. I wish we could do other things together, too. I want to go out, to see the city, to have fun together. Not just...this." She gestured vaguely towards the bedroom, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
Chris, noticing her discomfort, moved in closer and gently took her hands in his. "Oah, listen to me," he said softly, his voice filled with kindness. "I want to do other things together too, just let me come in your pussy first, and then we'll discuss all of that."
Oah's eyes widened in surprise at his words, her brain struggling to process the mixed signals. On one hand, he was acknowledging her feelings, but on the other, he was still demanding sex. She hesitated for a moment, looking into his eyes as if seeking some hidden meaning.
She saw the sincerity in his gaze, and it gave her the courage to speak her mind. "But Chris, I...I want to feel connected to you. I want us to do more than just...this," she said, her voice trailing off as she gestured vaguely towards the bedroom.
Chris took all his hands and gently guided her to the bed, sitting her down on the edge. He softly told her, "I understand what you want, Oah. I do. I want to do more than just this too. Let's talk, let's laugh, let's go out." He turned her to face him, his eyes never leaving hers. He put his hands down her pants, feeling the warmth of her skin, the softness of her hair.
"But first, I need this," he said, his voice low and intense as he began to stroke her.
His hand moved down inside her pants, edging his fingers towards his goal as his other hand unbuckled her belt. Oah gasped, her eyes widening in surprise as his fingers found her wet heat, already slick with desire. She let out a small moan, her body swaying slightly with the pleasure of his touch.
"Chris...we can't...not here," she protested weakly, her breath coming in short gasps. But her body betrayed her, her hips lifting to meet his touch, her legs spreading slightly to give him better access.
Chris growled, his eyes darkening with lust as he watched her respond to his touch. "Yes, here. Right now. I need to taste you." His fingers found her clit, rubbing it in slow circles, making her hips grind against his hand.
"But Chris, here? We can't, not like this..." Oah protested, her voice barely a whisper. She felt exposed, vulnerable, with her pants down and her legs spread wide. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mix of fear and desire coursing through her veins.
Chris ignored her protests, his eyes dark and intense as he looked at her. He didn't bother with foreplay or oral sex. He was a man on a mission, driven by his primal urge to claim her. He lifted her legs, placing them over his shoulders as he positioned himself at her entrance.
"Chris, wait," Oah said, her voice trembling with concern. "What if I get pregnant? You don't like condoms..."
Chris paused for a moment, his eyes meeting hers. He saw the fear in her eyes, the uncertainty.
He took a deep breath, nervous but gentle. "Oah, I need to squirt in that pussy. I need to squirt in it deep. And it has to be natural." He looked at her, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he was being forward, but he couldn't help it. He needed to feel her, to be inside her, to fill her with his seed.
Oah's eyes widened at his words. She was taken aback, but she could see the sincerity in his gaze. She knew he meant what he said, and it both scared her and thrilled her at the same time. "Chris, I...I don't know if I can have you like that. I mean, I'm a virgin and...and I'm afraid." She looked down, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
"Chris, wait," she protested weakly, her legs trembling. You don't like condoms..."
Chris paused, his heart pounding in his chest. He took a deep breath, his voice steady and reassuring. "Oah, I want you to trust me. I want to feel you, all of you. I want to fill you with my seed, make you mine completely. Spread your legs wider for me, baby. Let me in."
Oah hesitated for a moment, her breath hitching in her throat. She looked into his eyes, her own filled with a mix of fear and longing. Slowly, she spread her legs wider, her heart pounding in her chest. She saw the desire in Chris's eyes, the raw hunger that sent a shiver down her spine.
She took a deep breath and spread her legs wider, exposing herself completely to him.
Chris growled, his eyes darkening with lust as he took in the sight of her spread out before him. You're so goddamn beautiful. So fucking wet and ready for me." He spat on his hand and rubbed it on his cock, making it slick with his saliva.
Oah watched him, her breath hitching in her throat at the sight of him stroking himself. She couldn't believe how much she wanted him, how much she craved his touch.
She watched as he positioned himself at her entrance, his cock glistening with his saliva. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come.
Chris wasted no time. He thrust his hips forward, driving his cock deep into her tight, virgin pussy. Oah gasped, her eyes widening in shock as she felt him fill her completely. You're so fucking tight. So goddamn tight," he growled, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he began to move.
Oah whimpered, her hips lifting to meet his thrusts as she tried to adjust to the size of him.
She could feel every inch of him, stretching her, filling her completely. It hurt, but there was also a strange thrill that coursed through her body, a sensation she had never felt before. Your pussy is like a fucking vice grip around my cock. It's so fucking tight and hot," Chris groaned, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of her with increasing speed.
Oah's whimpers turned into moans as the initial pain began to subside and was replaced by a building pleasure.
Chris's thrusts became more forceful, his grip on her hips tightening. "That's it, Oah. That's it, baby. This is what I need. This is what I want," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "I'm gonna fill you up, baby. I'm gonna put my sperm up inside you. You're so fucking fertile, Oah. I can feel it. I'm gonna make you mine completely. I'm gonna watch your belly grow fat with my child."
His words sent a shiver down Oah's spine, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. She had never heard him talk like this before, so raw and primal. She could feel the intensity of his desire, the urgency in his thrusts.
"Fuck, Oah, your tits are so big, so fucking perfect for milking. I can't wait to see them swell with my baby's food. I want you to feed my child, Oah. I want to watch you nurse them, your nipples hard and your breasts full of my seed." His words were filthy, raw, but they excited her in a way she didn't understand. She moaned, her body reacting to his words, her nipples hardening at the thought. "That's right, baby. Your body was made for me, for my cum, for my baby," he growled, his hips slapping against hers with each thrust. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her, could feel the pleasure building, could feel her own orgasm approaching. Come on my cock. Let me feel you milk me dry.
He was fucking her hard, and she could feel every inch of his cock as it slid in and out of her. She was so wet, so ready for him, and he was taking advantage of that.
"You're such a good little whore, aren't you, Oah? Taking my cock like a good little slut," he growled, his voice low and guttural.
The words sent a jolt of excitement through her, and she found herself pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts with her own. "Y-yes, Chris.
Yes," Oah panted, her body moving in sync with his, her hips meeting his thrusts with increasing urgency. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing as the pleasure intensified.
Suddenly, Chris pulled out of her, leaving her gasping and empty. "Turn around," he commanded, his voice rough with desire. "I want to see your face when I fuck you."
Oah hesitated for a moment before she complied, turning onto her stomach and pushing herself up onto her hands and knees. She felt vulnerable and exposed, but she also felt a thrill of excitement at the sight of Chris, his cock glistening with her juices, his eyes dark with hunger.
Chris turned her around, so she was facing away from him, and pulled one of her legs towards her chest, making her slightly side-on. Her pussy was exposed, wet and ready for him.
He could see the glistening juices dripping down her thighs, the pink folds swollen and eager. "Look at that pussy, Oah. It's so goddamn beautiful, so fucking wet," he growled, his eyes locked on her most intimate place. "It looks like it's ready for my cum, doesn't it, baby? Ready to be filled with my seed?"
He gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he positioned himself at her entrance. "Is it ready, Oah? Tell me your pussy is ready for my cum," he demanded, his voice thick with lust. "Tell me you want my fucking seed inside you."
Oah moaned, her body trembling with anticipation. I want it. I want your cum.
I want your fucking sperm inside me, Chris," she moaned, her body writhing in anticipation. "Give it to me. Fill me up with your seed, baby."
Chris growled, his grip on her hips tightening as he slammed his cock back into her, filling her completely. That's what I want to hear. You're going to take every fucking drop of my cum, aren't you? You're going to let me fill you up, let me make you mine completely."
He began to move, his hips slapping hard against hers as he thrust in and out of her with increasing force. "That's it, baby. You're taking my cock so good. You're going to feel my cum shooting up inside you, aren't you?
You're going to feel it hitting your cervix, making its way up into your womb. That's what I want, Oah. I want my sperm to swim up inside you, find an egg, and grow into our baby. I want to see your belly swell with my child, watch your tits fill with milk for our baby." Chris's words were raw, primal, and he didn't stop as he continued to pound into her.
Oah's eyes widened, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her. "Chris, I...I don't know if I'm ready for that. I'm not ready to be a mommy yet," she protested weakly, her body still moving in sync with his, her hips meeting his thrusts.
Chris ignored her protests, his eyes dark with desire as he looked down at her.
"Don't worry, baby. You'll be ready. You'll be ready for my cock, my cum, and my baby. You'll love it. You'll love feeling my sperm hit your cervix, knowing it's making its way up to create our child. You'll love seeing your belly grow fat with my baby."
Oah shook her head, her body tensing beneath him. "No, Chris, I don't want that. I'm not ready to be a mommy. I'm not ready for any of this."
Chris chuckled, his hips never stopping their aggressive rhythm. "You don't have to be ready, baby. Your body knows what to do. It knows how to take my sperm and turn it into a baby.
It knows how to make your belly swell with life. Don't you want that, Oah? Don't you want to feel me inside you, filling you up with my seed, making you mine completely?" Chris continued to thrust into her, his grip on her hips tightening.
"Chris, no, I...I can't. I'm not ready. I don't want a baby. I'm not ready to be a mommy yet," Oah protested, her body tensing beneath him.
Chris ignored her protests, his eyes locked on her swaying breasts as he pounded into her. It knows how to take my sperm and grow my child. Look how perfect your tits are for feeding my baby. They're so big, so ripe.
Just look at them, Oah. They're perfect for my baby," Chris growled, his thrusts relentless as he stared at her heavy breasts swaying with each movement. "Imagine them, swollen with milk, ready to feed our child. Don't you want to see your belly grow round and fat with my baby?"
Oah shook her head, her body tensing as she tried to resist the overwhelming sensations coursing through her. "No, Chris. I'm not ready to be a mommy yet. I can't..."
Chris didn't stop his thrusts, his grip on her hips tightening as he continued to talk, his voice low and insistent. "Look at you, Oah. You're so fertile, so eager.
Look at that pussy, so fucking tight around my cock. It's ready, isn't it, baby? It's ready to take my load." Chris's voice was rough, primal, as he gripped her hips tighter and began to thrust into her with even more force. "Here it comes, baby. Here it comes. Are you ready? Are you ready to take it? I'm going to come in your fucking pussy. I'm gonna fucking come in there, oh it's so fucking deep. It's squirting! Can you feel it squirting? Fucking take it, Oah. Take it all."
Oah cried out, her body convulsing with the intensity of his words and the powerful sensations coursing through her. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her, could feel the heat of his seed as it filled her completely.
"Chris!" she screamed, her body convulsing with the intensity of his orgasm. She could feel him pulsing inside her, could feel his hot cum filling her womb. "I'm coming, Oah! Take it all, baby! Feel my cum inside you, making you mine completely!" Chris cried out, his grip on her hips tightening as he emptied himself into her. Oah could feel the wetness between her legs, could feel his cum leaking out of her, dripping down her thighs. She moaned, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her own orgasm. "Chris, I...I can feel it," she whispered, her voice barely audible. She could feel his seed inside her, could feel it claiming her, making her his. She had never felt so full, so overwhelmed, so completely taken by a man.
The wetness between her thighs felt thick, warm. Sticky. Oah lay perfectly still on the rumpled sheets, staring at the ceiling fan’s lazy rotation. Chris’s weight shifted off the bed, the mattress springs groaning in relief. She heard the bathroom door click shut, followed by the rush of the shower. Alone. Finally.
Her stomach clenched, a dull ache blooming low in her belly. Was it just the rough fucking? Or something else? She pressed a trembling hand below her navel, feeling the slight, unfamiliar firmness beneath her skin. The bump. Her secret. Tears welled, hot and silent, spilling over onto the pillowcase smelling faintly of sweat and sex. What am I going to do?
The shower stopped. Oah hastily wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, pulling the thin sheet up over her nakedness just as Chris emerged, a towel slung low around his hips, water droplets clinging to his chest. He glanced at her, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes – satisfaction? Possession? – before heading towards the small kitchenette.
"Hungry?" he called over his shoulder, rummaging in the fridge. The casualness felt like a slap. "There’s leftover pad thai. Or we can order something."
Oah pushed herself up slowly, every muscle protesting. The wetness trickled down her inner thigh. She needed the bathroom. Needed to clean up. Needed to think. "Not… not yet," she managed, her voice thick. She slid off the bed, clutching the sheet around her, and shuffled towards the bathroom, avoiding his gaze.
The fluorescent light buzzed overhead, harsh on her tear-streaked face in the mirror.