Chapter 11: The Anal Conquest
His seed was still dripping from her ruined backside as he rolled her over. Her skin was flushed, her eyes glassy with the shock of what he’d just taken. Before she could draw a full breath, Tyler was spreading her legs wide, his cock still slick with her own arousal and the evidence of his first conquest. He drove into her cunt with one brutal, unhesitating thrust.
“Oh, fuck!” Emma screamed, her back arching off the bed.
“That’s it,” Tyler grunted, his hips already pistoning. “That’s it, you filthy bitch. Take it. This is what you’re for.”
The soreness from her ass was eclipsed by the raw, familiar stretch of him filling her pussy. It was overwhelming, a deep, grinding penetration that stole the air from her lungs. Her hands scrabbled at the quilt, fists tightening around the fabric.
“Will ever fuck you like this?” Tyler panted, his rhythm punishing and deep. “Does your husband ever make you feel this full? This fucking used?”
“No!” Emma cried out, the word torn from her. “God, no, he doesn’t!”
“Damn right he doesn’t.” Tyler’s voice was a low growl by her ear. He leaned over her, his weight pinning her down. “He doesn’t know what to do with you. Lets you sit here all prissy and clean. But I know.” He slammed into her, making her yelp. “I know you need it hard and dirty. I know you need to be reminded you’re just a wet hole.”
Each word was a hammer blow to her crumbling propriety. She could only moan, a broken, continuous sound of pleasure and shame.
His pace quickened, turning brutal. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, a lewd counterpoint to her choked cries. He grabbed her hair, forcing her to look at the now-smudged mirror across the room. “Look at yourself. Look at the married slut getting her pussy destroyed by a student.”
Her reflection was a stranger: wild-eyed, mouth agape, body jolting with every thrust. She was mesmerized by the obscene spectacle of it.
“Think about Rachel Berry,” Tyler hissed, his thrusts becoming faster, more erratic.
Emma whimpered, a fresh wave of heat flooding her at the name.
“That tight little bitch offered herself to me in the prop room last month,” he said, his voice thick with lust. “I’m thinking about having you both. Right here. Her on her knees, sucking my dick while you lick her pussy. Would you like that, Mrs. Pillsbury-Schuester? Would you like to taste the star of Glee Club while she works on my cock?”
The image was vivid, shocking, and it ignited something feral in her gut. Her husband’s prized student, on her knees for Tyler, while she…
“Yes!” Emma shrieked, the word a surrender. “Fuck, yes, I would!”
“You’d eat that little cunt for me?” he demanded, pounding into her, hitting a spot that made her vision swim.
“Yes! Oh, God, Tyler, yes!”
“And you’d let her suck my dick while you do it? Watch her take my cum while you make her come?”
“YES!”
Her admission was the final key. The pleasure, already a towering wave, crested and shattered. Her orgasm ripped through her with a violence that stole her voice, leaving only a silent, open-mouthed scream as her body convulsed around him, clamping down on his relentless thrusts.
With a final, driving push, Tyler pulled out of her just as her spasms began to subside. He flopped onto his back beside her, his cock glistening and rigid against his stomach. “Suck it,” he ordered, his chest heaving. “Clean it off. Now.”
Emma turned, her body humming and exhausted. She didn’t hesitate. She crawled over him, her movements fluid with a need that shamed her, and took him into her mouth. The taste was potent—her own slickness, his sweat, the faint, musky remnant of his earlier release inside her. It should have revolted her. Instead, it drove her deeper. She swirled her tongue around the head, then took him down her throat, her gag reflex suppressed by sheer, desperate hunger.
She sucked him fiercely, one hand working the base of his shaft, the other clutching his thigh. Her noises were guttural, obscene. She was worshipping it.
Tyler watched her, his fingers tangling in her red hair. “That’s it,” he murmured. “Suck that dick like you mean it. Like it’s the only thing you need.”
After a minute, he gently pushed her head back. She looked up at him, lips swollen, eyes pleading.
“We’ll save the rest,” he said, his thumb tracing her wet lower lip. A dark, possessive smile played on his face. “It would be a sin not to fuck the guidance counselor’s ass again before I leave.”