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Rey pulled the skin of her pussy up to expose her clit more readily.
Ben planted his mouth on her, sucking eagerly.
"Oh, fuck," she moaned, spreading her legs a little wider.
It was Ben's idea to open the drawers on both sides of her desk so she could use them like stirrups. Her heels hooked into the small wooden frames, stressing the hinges no doubt.
Ben was on his knees while Rey's ass hung off the edge as he sucked and flickered her clit with abandon.
"Am I doing it right, Ms. Niima?" He asked innocently.
Rey's mouth parted into a silent cry when he slipped two fingers into her cunt.
"You're doing so well, Benjamin," she replied, shivering as he worked his thick digits in and out of her. "I'll, uh—"
She whimpered when he curled his fingers upward, sucking her clit between his plush lips more firmly.
"I'll take a look at your report card and make an—ah—an adjustment for the extra credit."
Rey's eyes fluttered as she stared at the half-lit fluorescent lights.
"My mom was really mad at me, you know," Ben said.
Rey couldn't look at him like this. The shame was still too much to bear. He liked to play on that too—how easily he had led her moral compass astray—and when he wanted her to cum just so, he would mention his mother.
Parent-teacher conferences were just a few hours ago, and Rey had told Leia and Han, Ben's parents—that he had made improvements (a big lie)—however, he still wasn't turning in his homework or showing up to class (true).
"Ben—"
"I thought we had an agreement," he cooed, mouth back on her pussy.
Rey had decided the night before that she would try to do the right thing: that in order to help Ben for real, she had to start holding him accountable.
She didn't discuss it with him, so to say his face was both silently shocked and seething while she betrayed their agreement—would be an understatement.
How they had ended up in this twisted little arrangement still baffled Rey: it's not like she explicitly agreed to change his grades for the better, to lie, or to grant him favoritism—it just sort of…happened.
"They're going to send me away, you know," he said.
Ben stood up between them, urging her to look at him.
Rey was spread open and dripping.
"Do you want them to send me away?" Ben asked, shoving his sweatpants down to free his cock.
Rey didn't answer, or rather, couldn't answer, because Ben's cock was just outside her aching pussy—soon to grant her relief.
"Huh?" He asked, slamming into her roughly.
Rey yelped. "No—no, I don't want that," she said quickly.
Ben's large hands grasped her hips as he started to pump into her. Rey could only let her head fall back on her desk calendar as he fucked her slowly and deeply.
He liked to watch her.
In fact, he always liked watching her.
Maybe that's how it started: Ben Solo never took his eyes off her in class—studying her, devouring her.
The softness of Ben's hooded sweatshirt brushed against Rey's belly as he shoved her skirt up higher. He wore hoodies a lot, and the first time they were entirely naked together, Rey couldn't believe how much man—no, Ben was still a boy—how much sheer mass was hidden underneath.
"You hurt my feelings, Ms. Niima," he said, thrusting into her faster.
Rey's nipples tingled as her cunt clenched around him at that.
"I have to lie in therapy," he admonished. "Say that some girl at school hurt my feelings—"
Rey winced as he gave her a particularly hard jolt.
"Maybe I should just get myself a real girlfriend," he mused.
Rey’s eyes flickered to him. He caught it before she could look away, grinning.
"Maybe then I can be free of this pain."
"No," Rey breathed.
"Show me your tits," Ben huffed.
Rey started to undo the buttons of her white blouse. The wall clock above Ben's head showed it was 10:45 PM. The whole building was empty, and she had ensured the curtains were drawn and the door locked when he arrived.
The text message after he left with his parents as the last ones of the evening was immediate:
You're a fucking lying whore n I'm going to get u for that
Rey shouldn't have bit her lip the way she did.
We can talk about it later if you want. I just want what's best for you
It could all come crashing down. Ben could tell his parents or another teacher at any moment and end her life—send her to prison.
But two could play this game, and Rey knew when Ben started to name-call her and threaten her—she was in for some fantastic fucking.
Some sick part of her brain was in a tug of war with whatever good was left in her.
Maybe she only told his parents the truth to provoke him.
Once down to the last two buttons, Ben grabbed Rey's blouse and yanked down hard, snapping them free. Rey gasped.
"Ben!" she protested weakly. "I can't just keep buying tops."
He said nothing, descending on her lace bralette that had a front snap.
"You planned this."
"No—I—"
Rey's small tits jiggled slightly when he released the closure, freeing them.
Cock buried deep inside her, he leaned down and sucked a nipple into his mouth. Rey moaned and readjusted her ass to be on the desk more. Ben's tongue flickered the rosy peak while his left hand palmed her other breast.
"They're going to send me away, Ms. Niima," he reminded her breathlessly, switching to her other nipple.
Rey gripped his long black hair as she wrapped her legs around him. If her predicament wasn't so sad, she could almost laugh at the obscenity of her heel digging into her calf as she lay splayed out while her student fucked her. Like some bad fantasy porno where both actors were of age.
Except, Ben wasn't of age—and Rey was well past age—twenty-seven, in fact.
She should know better.
"They're not going to send you away," she said in his ear. He smelled good. He always smelled good.
"Oh, but they will," he said, coming up to peer into her eyes.
"I—I just want you to turn in your homework," Rey said, cowering under his study.
Ben grinned and gave her a few faster pumps of his cock.
"And—" Rey's eyes closed. She couldn't control her breathing. Not when he was filling her, and her cunt clung to him so tightly. "Just fucking come to my class," she managed finally.
"Is that what this is really about?" Ben asked.
Rey curled into him, burying her face into the warmth of his neck and the space of his hood. He was so much bigger than her, and she felt safest like this. Ben drew her up from the desk into his arms so she was seated at the edge, still clinging to him.
He moved his face to find her mouth hidden deep, catching it with his own.
They didn't speak, and her admission was enough to draw out some mercy from Ben.
He knew she was pathetic.
And Rey knew it was why he picked her.
She also knew he skipped class to get stoned with friends or maybe even fuck that little bitch Bazine who always hung onto him.
Still—it filled her with worry and dread—and showed Rey how little she mattered when he skipped.
Ben lifted Rey easily from the desk and turned her to the dry-erase board.
He was so strong and warm.
These were her favorite moments: when he melted into her and just let her be.
As her ass slapped into the dry-erase board repeatedly, Ben's kisses became less focused:
“I’mma cum Ms. Niima,” he panted.
Rey kissed him harder.
She knew it was irresponsible and that they should be using condoms, that she should be on birth control at least. Sometimes Ben pulled out and blew on her tits, or she swallowed when she sucked him off when they met at the local park.
But lately, Ben didn't pull out for the last month or so—and Rey didn't stop him.
Rey's nipples brushed against the rough lettering on Ben's sweater as they climbed higher and higher together. Her ass was held in his capable hands, and her hands were a flurry in his dark tresses.
Ben kissed and sucked the skin of her neck into his mouth, and with a few final thrusts—Rey completely impaled on his cock—he came with a groan, then a whimper. That last little bit of him spilling over sounded almost painful.
Ben kept Rey pinned to the wall, his mouth panting heavy hot breaths into her neck and ear.
"Love filling you up, Ms. Niima," he said, gently setting Rey to her feet.
Rey pulled her grey pencil skirt down as his cum ran southward on her thighs. She closed her bra before finally attempting to fasten what remained of the buttons on her blouse.
"We really need to be more careful," she said, fixing her hair.
"My parents don't even know I left," Ben said, brushing a hand through his disheveled waves.
“That's not what I meant, Benjamin," she said.
He looked at her as she held her hand out expectantly.
"Oh," he said. The thought seemed to register for the briefest of moments, and then he shrugged.
Rey scoffed.
"My panties, please," she insisted with a shake.
Ben pulled out the white lace underwear from the front pocket of his hoodie, then shoved them to his face to inhale deeply. His nostrils flared as he sucked in as much scent as possible.
"Nah—I think I'll keep 'em."
Rey sometimes forgot just how difficult he could be.
"If your fucking mother hasn't figured something out already, she will if you keep taking my underwear," Rey huffed.
"I can't help it," he smiled sheepishly, looking every bit the boy he was with his ears poking out. "I like smelling you when I cum."
Rey looked around on the floor for her buttons that popped off.
"My teacher's salary can't be spent on nothing but lace panties so you can jerk off in them whenever you want."
"So I'll buy you some new ones," Ben shrugged. "It's not like I can't afford it."
Rey gave him the look—her half-sexy, half-teacher glare that turned Ben on so much.
He laughed.
"I better have a Victoria's Secret bag on my desk with some flowers before the end of the semester, or you're really in trouble," she said, picking up one clear button.
When Rey stood up, giving up her search for the other button, Ben was behind her, seizing her around the waist.
Pushing her forward against the desk, Ben rucked her skirt up and dropped to his knees.
Rey shrieked as he spread her apart, descending on her pussy from behind with gusto. Rey sighed as he licked her from clit—to hole—to asshole.
"Anything for you, Ms. Niima," he said, kissing one ass cheek before drawing it between his teeth. "Just don't let them send me away."
Rey reached down to rub her clit in heavy circles while Ben finger fucked her with his index finger in her ass and his middle and ring finger in her cunt.
"I won't," she sighed. "I won't let them send you away."
One final nibble on her right ass cheek sent Rey tumbling. She cried out as her pussy exploded in steady pulses, and Ben hummed his approval as her asshole clenched in unison around his thick digit.
Rey never knew she'd love "the shocker" until Ben.
She didn't dare let any previous men touch her asshole.
But then again—Ben wasn't like other men.
He wasn't like them at all.