The Conqueror's Rise
Copyright© 2025 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 18
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 18 - Although young, Damon Porter is driven. Focused and gifted with an incisive understanding of human frailties, he has a simple goal. Have his teacher re-enact a sexy scene from her younger years. But she has secrets. And as life’s grander schemes for him unfold, others also become ensnared.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Blackmail Consensual Reluctant Fiction Incest Mother Son Daughter Rough Harem Anal Sex Oral Sex
After reveling in the sleep of the dead, I made it to school early. No sign of Mrs. Goodman. After our conversation the night before, I wasn’t surprised she’d wished to remain scarce.
While heading to Kennedy’s algebra classroom, I spotted Amy ahead with her head in her locker, grabbing books. After closing the door with a clang, she found me. With her lips curling into a smile and eyes blazing, she dashed for me. A short black skirt swirled on her thighs and blonde tresses flailed behind a tight red blouse.
But that time I was ready and after a swift glance to one side, I braced right as she leaped into my arms. With the surrounding kids watching wide-eyed, I whirled. Even as Amy yelped, I spun us through a boys’ restroom door.
With her compact ass firm in my hands, I glared at a lone kid zipping himself away. After tracking his rapid departure, I slapped her spine against the glossy gray tile wall. At the sudden press of her lips to mine, I plunged my tongue deep, catching hers on the way to me. While both of us moaned, I groped the cotton panties tight to those precious tiny globes.
After she’d locked her sneakers behind my lower back, her pelvis bucked against my jeans. In less than a second of the forceful pinning of my body and her rapid thrusting, the warmth became dampness under her crumpled skirt.
How her eyes gleamed. So hungry. Perfect. When I pulled from her lips, her tongue still sought mine as she gasped.
“I want you, Amy,” I murmured before prodding at her tongue with mine. “So badly.”
Which was true. Kinda. Horny as hell, the little distraction ... Well, if nothing else, it would piss off momma to no end. Because yeah, I was about at the frayed tip of my tether with her. In Ruby, I’d found a nicer mother. Twisted thought? Yep, but true, nonetheless. Guess, after eighteen long years, I was outgrowing the nest.
“I know, bear,” Amy whispered before nipping my lower lip. “Me too, Damon.”
But with a gasp, she glanced around. As reality struck, panic flooded those irises. Yes, I could indeed fuck her senseless right then and there in a school bathroom. Not at all where she wished that to happen. She’d gone too far. Moved too fast. Plus, was way, way too horny. Blood surged into my flaccid cock.
At the abrupt toning of the bell, she collapsed. But her eyes blinked with swirling emotion. Hunger, oh, absolutely. Yes, she’d been right there, on the cusp. Yet, she was terrified of what could’ve happened.
God help me.
Plan or not.
For the first time, I craved her—the distraction to the distraction.
But while sighing, I stepped back and let her slip onto her shaky legs. After a swift brush of her crinkled skirt, she flashed me a nervous smile and ... Shot up on her toes to plant another forceful kiss against my lips. Her irises blazed. Pure hunger. She’d seen that in my eyes. My desire.
Plenty of wide-eyed stares tracked us leaving the bathroom hand-in-hand. Success again. Gotta maintain appearances. After an obvious slow sweep of her butt that pulled a whimper from her, I headed for Kennedy’s math class o’ doom.
As I sat, ignoring the teachers all morning, my mind clicked pieces together. Yes, Amy was a chess piece. But she was a damned fine one. Besides, what’s better than having a piece fully invested in the plan? Even if they weren’t aware of it. Any added risk? As the bell rang, ending third period, I shrugged. At that point, did it even matter? Already, I was upping my exposure by playing with Mrs. Goodman on school property.
“That’s why I got the damn motel suite,” I mumbled while walking to the cafeteria.
When the nervous teacher appeared, mine weren’t the only eyes to track her. While flicking an uneasy glance across the room, she swept her palms along both thighs. In a short, deep-purple dress with a wide hem and square-neckline, she wasn’t dressed as sexy as before, but her hair was up and makeup—flawless. Once she found me, she gulped and marched closer.
“Mr. Porter.” She glanced around again before returning to me with her lips pursed. After a curt sigh, she continued. “We need to talk. Right now! That test score...” She simply shook her head while taking a step backwards and gesturing for the exit.
With a groan, I rose to my full height and glared at her. As she shrank from me, a flash of fear shot behind those widening emerald irises. Oh, did my shaft flood. But after a second scan to ensure the others were watching, I sank my chin to my chest and dropped my shoulders before shuffling from the cafeteria.
While the sharp clacks of her heels echoed behind me, I moved to the classroom. Once inside, I waited until she’d click-clacked past before locking the door. Right as she began to face me, I gripped her wrist. Despite her yips and scraping heels, I tugged her trembling frame towards the desk.
“Damon, please! I’m so sorry. It’ll never happen again.” Her eyes widened as I swept a stack of lesson books to one side. “I’ll find a way. I was just so tired. And the boys were grumpy. The trip was so long.”
When I shoved the front of her pelvis against the edge, her breathing hitched. At my widespread fingers on her back, her arms shot forward. They crumpled as I bent her over the desktop. Once flat on its surface, she rolled her head to stare up at me.
“P-Please.” Her nails scraped along the desk. “I’m s-sorry.”
“You disobeyed me, Kitten.” I flipped up the hem, baring her shaking butt beneath thin purple lace panties. My hands went to their waistband taut to her hips. “And lied.”
At the swift tug, baring her shuddering pale flesh, a moan tore from her. It lengthened as I ran a palm over her silken warm skin to guide the rolling lace towards her knees. As they fell, she lifted one, then the other shaking heel, letting the panties drop free.
“What happens to somebody who disobeys? And lies?” I said, while running both palms over her firm derriere.
“P-Punish,” she whispered.
As one of my hands lifted, her long eyelashes fluttered. At the quiet squelching between her legs when her heels squeaked outward on the tile, my pulse rocketed. At the whoosh of my flying palm, those pretty irises flared.
Smack.
“Oh,” flew from her as her body thumped into the desk under the blow.
Even as the skin of her butt cheek rippled, I drew my stinging hand back to strike her again. Once more, a muffled cry fled her. After she’d turned to stare at her chair, her clawing nails struggled for purchase on the slick top. Another resounding smack drew a lengthier, louder cry. Although her legs shook, a familiar syrupy scent flooded my nostrils. That fueled my surging cock and the next solid cracks across her already reddening rump.
“H-Hate...” Her voice became a moaning wail as I shifted to strike her other butt cheek.
Soon, her lips were smearing drool over the desktop as her body swayed under impact after impact. No longer able to control herself, ever louder moans tore from her with each sharp slap of my aching hand.
Was I shocked? Yes. And no. That was the first point in the entire saga when I nodded to myself. Not only luck had aided my Dark Web search. More was at play than simply fortune. It had revealed her—my squirming, moaning Kitten. Wasn’t sure why, but things seemed—right. As if something greater had brought us together. Weird, huh?
But that was enough. Even as the sparkling spray of saliva from her last moan settled onto the desk, I tugged down my zipper, freeing my aching pole. One quick shove and I found her dripping warmth. With no hesitation, I plunged deep. She was so wet I pushed into her with only a single pause for her to adjust.
Only after I’d mashed into the top of her canal did I glance at the clock. Or notice she hadn’t spoken a word. Indeed, her breathing had slowed, and her nails had clamped onto the far edge. Not quite a worshipper, but she was braced.
“You’ve got a pretty ass, too, Kitten,” I said, while holding her hips. My black thumbs skimmed the pale skin marred by overlapping red handprints.
“Th-Thank you, um, Damon,” she whispered from beneath her battered blonde tresses.
And, wow, did her pussy ever clench.
While gasping for air, I slid from her with a quiet slurp until only the fat cockhead remained embedded. As her tightening fingers squeaked, her breathing sped. But not a word. Not a complaint. No silly “hate” from her trembling lips.
Instead, time slowed as the steady pulsing of her slippery gate sent ripples along my shaft. Whether she’d admit it or not, her body wanted me back inside her again.
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