Extension November Drabble #1 (Patreon)

“Miss Song…!” he rasps. He looks faint again, like he is going to have to lie down and press a little doily to his forehead or something. He’s really classy like that, and Hana can feel her pussy tingling at the thought of defiling this innocent grandpa.

She is still hanging on to his arm, grasping at his big hand. Unlike before he seems too horrified by what is happening to react quickly enough, so she makes him curve his fingers around her left tit.

Her little breasts fill his palms like they were made for it. She grins like a loon up at him.

“MMmhhh Professor,” she croons. “How naughty… touching me there like this…”

His fingers spasm against the soft flesh. He looks down, his big blue eyes becoming even bigger. All the color that had suffused his cheeks earlier suddenly drains from his face, but before he can snatch his hand away, she is letting go of him and pushes against his deliciously broad chest.

Fuck, but she wants to ride this grandpa until her cunt aches.

He stumbles, making a soft little sound in the back of his throat, and grasps for something to hold on to. He somehow manages to hook a finger between two straining buttons of her blouse. This couldn’t have been better even if she had tried for it. He sprawls ungainly on her cute pink-covered bed and rips her top open in the process. Little buttons go flying, and her tits spill out of the opening, looking a lot bigger like they really are.

“Professor!” she squeals, trying to sound horrified even though she has a big smile on her face. She hides it behind her hands, making sure not to obstruct his view to her tits. His pale eyes are on them. He is stunned silent for a moment, then quickly presses one deliciously large hand across his eyes.

God, she wants that hand on her ass. She wants it to come down on it in sharp slaps, and she wants a couple of those long, long fingers to slide between her thighs and test how slimy and greedy her pussy had become from the sting in her bottom.

“Miss Song. Please,” he tries again. He slowly, carefully sits up from his sprawl on her bed, but apparently doesn’t dare to move anywhere with her in front of him, cute tits hanging out. “I am not the right gentleman for your endeavor, I assure you.”

She smirks and climbs onto his lap. He sits stock still, looking like he will shatter into a thousand pieces if she isn’t careful.

“Oh, you’re the exact right gentleman for the endeavor,” she says in a sing-song voice, curling her arms around his neck and carding her fingers through his thin, short hair. It is very soft to the touch.

“Come on… live a little! Are you telling me you’ve never had fun with your students? Never bent one of the boys over your desk or railed one of the girls for better marks?”

She gets herself hot with her little fantasy, grasping one of her tits and squeezing at her own nipple because he just refuses to do it for her. The delicious pleasure pain goes right to her clit, making it throb and swell.

Siebren doesn’t seem nearly as into it. He makes a sound like he is choking on his own tongue, and finally wrenches his hand off of his eyes to look up at her in abject horror.

“Of course not! I would have never abused the trust of any students that… that…”

He trails off. She can see the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepening slightly as his gaze drops to stare at her tits right in front of his face. She grins, making a show out of pulling at her nipple, then letting it go to let her tit jiggle for his viewing pleasure.

“But it’s a nice thing to think about, isn’t it?” she croons at him softly. “Did you never touch yourself thinking about your students? About those girls in their short skirts… just flipping them up and begging you to rail them? Please, Professor, please… I’ve been watching that bulge for two semesters now… please I need that big juicy dick in my tiny little cunt…”

She knows she sounds straight out of a bad porno, but she can also see how very very pink the tips of his ears become. He does not look at her, just stares at her tits and… doesn’t deny any of it.

The thought of him sitting at his home, shamefully fucking his big fist with his big cock while thinking about his students is… impossibly good. He probably was all self-chastising afterwards. Swore he’d never do it again. Never even think about touching his cock.

Oh, this cute, cute grandpa.

Siebren’s gaze flinches back up at her. He looks like he is trying with all his might to understand what is wrong with her, but from the way he just mutely stares, he does not seem to be able to come to any conclusion that is satisfactory to him.

“Miss Song. Please. Just… let me stand up and we will never have to talk about this again. Whatever… whatever this is,” he tries again, voice strained. He tries so hard to be reasonable and logic, but it only has the opposite effect on her. It makes her squirmy and needy ready to just see him lose it for once. To have him throw her down and wrench her legs open so he can plow her poor little pussy with his big ruddy dick until she is screaming for him.

“Please,” she whines back. “Please just… just this once…” she curls her arms around his neck again and presses close, trying to make him motorboat her little tits. Siebren tries to gently dissuade her from the notion but she is too forceful and soon she can feel his huge nose pressed against her solar plexus.

“I don’t know what you want me to do,” he says muffled and desperate, big hands holding on to her hips for lack of anything better to do.

“Please just play with me,” she begs, bouncing on his lap. “Just throw me down and spank me and be my mean old professor that’s been trying to teach me for months and I just refuse to understand so I can stay longer and longer and flash you my little cunt because I’m sitting there without any panties and get all wet just watching the bulge in your pants…”

She’s just babbling; getting herself hot and bothered and desperate out of her mind as she spills all of her fantasies out in a jumble that has him stunned, sitting and listening as she grinds herself on top of him and drags her wet cunt against his soft sweatpants.

Hana is close to trying her last ditch effort in convincing him: namely starting to cry big fat tears when he suddenly moves. She gets lifted and thrown around effortlessly. A breathless little squeak leaves her in lieu of a cry, and she suddenly finds her being rearranged on her bed.

“Miss Song. I do not need to pretend that you are a brat, because you already are one. A quite spectacular one, as I might add.”

Hana groans, her whole body shuddering as she feels her hips getting lifted up. She raises her head, trying to look behind her, but a big hand is suddenly there and pushing her quite rudely until her face is mashed against her pink comforter.

She can’t believe this. His voice is suddenly so… different. So calm and hard and touching her in all the right places.

Her skirt gets flipped up and all of a sudden he is looking at her swollen little pussy, the lips already wet with her slick, squeezed right there between her skinny thighs. He huffs through his big, big nose, sounding annoyed, and her eyes almost roll up into her head.

He does not need to do anything and she is already close to coming regardless.

Siebren shifts next to her. One hand is holding her skirt balled at the small of her back, and the other… the other suddenly hits her square on the ass with a big meaty smack. 

Fuck.

Fuck, that’s nice.

A cry gets stuck in her throat. She is staring ahead of herself but not seeing anything. Her everything seems to be focused solely on her ass right now, and the huge hand beginning to lay into her, slapping her sharp and steady and as if he wants to discipline her and not get her to come.

Maybe he is. Maybe he thinks this genuinely is a punishment for her, though she doesn’t know how he could think that after her crawling all over him and begging for a good half hour.

She doesn’t know. She doesn’t care, she really doesn’t. Fuck. Fuck he’s giving it to her so good and he isn’t even using his goddamn cock to drill some sense into her.

Her voice climbs up dramatically, her whole body coiling together in an impending orgasm.

What pushes her over isn’t a sharp slap, though.

It is his fingertips, just barely – curiously – dancing across the dripping, swollen peach of her cunt peeking out between her thighs.

Hana thinks she must have blacked out briefly as she spasmed through her orgasm. Maybe she pissed herself, even. She doesn’t know.

She only knows that she is addicted.