Tenure

28. Kiernan

28

Kiernan

My brain and body are both going bat. shit. crazy.

Adrenaline like nothing I’ve ever experienced before is coursing through my veins as I listen to what sounds like two of the guidance counsellors having a conversation about the price of cheese while I’ve split myself wide open, cum running down my entrance and towards my ass, his greedy eyes glued to my pussy as I fuck myself—HARD—with as many fingers as I can handle without pain.

I ride my hand like a fucking rodeo queen, so slippery that my whole palm is coated, the butt of my thumb rubbing my clit as I fuck myself faster and faster.

I keep my mouth clamped shut to keep from calling out, from moaning, from screaming his name.

I’ve never been so terrified or so exposed or so turned on in my life.

Fuck, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come!

But he knows and frantically shakes his head no, glaring at me, demanding I wait with just a look.

I force myself to slow down, shifting my hand so the pressure on my clit is gone, and I see a message pop up on the screen.

Show me your ass

I panic, heart ratcheting up to a whole new level of terror, but something about his face tells me I will regret it forever if I don’t do what he says, so—sweating—I turn around and bend over, spreading my cheeks open for him to look at.

His mouth falls open, his own face flushed, and I see the phone change angles as he props it up on something so I can see his whole body.

He’s in an office I don’t recognize, his hips visible behind the edge of a dark wooden desk as he undoes his belt and opens the fly of his jeans, popping his cock out of his boxers.

My neck hurts from cranking so hard to see the screen but my mouth waters at the sight of his cock, head shiny from precum, as he palms it and runs his hand all over the end of his dick.

I want to see your ass as wet as your pussy

I should tell him I’ve never touched my ass before. I should tell him how scared I am right now. But for some reason—I’m not sure why—I am so compelled to do what he says that I find myself reaching behind me, swirling my middle finger in my pussy and slathering it with wetness before gently dragging it up to my asshole. I circle, slowly, my body clenching at the unexpected feeling.

Wetter

I repeat the motion, scooping out my arousal and dragging it up to my ass, my pussy clenching every time I touch my asshole, my whole lower half in full spasm.

Put your finger in your ass, Kiernan

I hear the women in the bathroom leave, the room going quiet, and I look over my shoulder at him, his hand wrapped around his cock and pumping hard.

“Yes, sir,” I say.

And then I push my middle finger inside my ass.