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You had been overly pissed this week,not only did you have to fire a few employees for incompetency,but you also had a heated exchange with a very important client.In your opinion,he was spewing a whole lotta bullshit,wanting almost half of your companies shares. Yeah, he can fuck off.
On top that, yesterday you had almost ranover an old lady while rushing to a meeting with your finance team only for them to just do a shit show of presentation update for the month.
And of course the cherry on top being the fuckass teacher parent conference you had to attend this afternoon.The school had previously called to discuss your sons concerning behavior lately. You're only thirty seven and have already started a growing a few greys, you can even feel the stress lines on your forehead at this point.
You needed a release, perhaps a weekend off??...yeah right.
You pull up to the school stepping out of your sleek benz, too much in a hurry to notice the passersby stopping to stare.
"Thank you so much for your time ma'am...it's been a pleasure...please get home safely" is what you here as you step into the hallway leading to your son's math teacher`s office.
And as if on cue she steps out as you step in, softly greeting as you pass each other.
"Hello sir, you must be...Jayden`s father??"
"How did you know...?" you stand there, a dumbfounded expression on your face.
"Oh, the resemblance is very striking" the both of you chuckle at that. You studied him, cute brunette, not above thirty, very studious slightly awkward...the amusing kind.
"Pleasure to meet you Mr..."
"Torres, but James is fine with me" he answers quickly before sitting, you right joining him at his desk.
"Ooookay, so I've been meaning to talk to you about your son's performance lately" you already know how this is gonna go, your son isn't really the easiest to get along with, quite edgy, a bit rebellious and not really the smartest, you had seen the sixteen-year-old`s previous report and it wasn't pretty.
"Talk to me" you lean back, charming business smile almost second nature for how many meetings you`ve been in.
"Well, to make more palatable...he has not been doing very well academically, he`s stable in some subjects but the majority is plummeting, especially his compulsory subject math" he says as he hands you a few documents, his math and science results. You cringe at them as you turn through.
"And as for his behaviour, he`s...very bold, not much of an issue but we could without the rudeness, he's also a bit rough otger students."
You nodded in understanding even though you felt like lifting the entire desk and throwing it across the room, mad at your son but more so yourself for not being a great parent, granted you're an extremely busy person, but your son was more important, so you thought of a crazy solution.
Throughout the meeting you dropped...subtle suggestive hints, trusting your self to at least be able to seduce the guy. Well obviously it worked, I mean, you're quite an attractive man that you knew, standing way above six foot, a voice that could command an entire building and face that would make models feel lucky you were just a businessman. Not to mention your demeanour, as intimidating as you may appear, you're quiet warm when needed be, assertive but calm, charismatic and charming with words, a crucial part of how came to be so successful and of course, experience way beyond your years which has shaped and helped you grow into a mature man.
James was...overwhelmed to say the least. He was drawn in the moment you entered his office, you're energy just sending chills, it`s not everyday he runs into men like you and boy was he struggling...
"Um i-if we could just k-keep things professional sir" You smirk seeing that you`re getting closer.
"My apologies hun" you swear you saw him gulp at that.
He keeps trying to divert from your suggestions only for you to just trap him in again and again until he just...breaks.
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"Call me, I would love to finish this over dinner sometime" You hand him your business card after the meeting, leaving shortly after.
Not long the morning after, you receive a call from an unknown number.
"Ah, Mr Torres,I hope you are well this morning"
"Yes,I am thank you,so are you still up for that dinner tonight" Your heart jumps at that
"Great does 6pm sound nice"
"Just send me your address and I'll be there tonight"
You end the call and start feeling lighter already. Perhaps this week won't be all bad after all.
You park your car at his residence ,not bad, he's a teacher at quite a prestigious school so it makes sense.
You see him strutting towards your car, he looks...good, a silky black button up and pants that shape his long legs perfectly.
"Please, just Y/n, no formalities tonight yeah?"
"I hope you haven't eaten, I made a reservation"
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"Table for two,Mr.Y/n" the waitress leads you two to your reserved table, leaving shortly after you order giving y'all space.
"Sooo about my son, I know that he can be a handful, but can you expand more on this issue please"
"He's hadn't been all that bad at first, but he recently had a tendency to get physically with other students and my worry is that it might get worse over time" He answers honestly
The waitress comes back with your orders and leaves again, tge tension between the two of you lessening a bit.
"I see, I promise to work with him more in the future, but is there a way that I can get you to sweep this one under the rug" He looks down, hesitant.
"...Well, what are you willing to do...?"
"Anything you want me to, I promise you won't regret it" your smile at him softer than usual.
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The door to your bedroom bangs open,lips on lips as you vigorously undress each other. You close the door and lock it, picking him up walking towards the bed.
"Should've known" you chuckle, gently dropping him on the bed.
Your lips sink down to his neck,knee in between his legs.
"Ah-fuck" you unbutton his shirt.
"You're gorgeous" he flushes slightly from the praise. Your voice sends chills, deep and velvety.
You hold his waist firmly to ground him while sinking further down his body. Your lips on his pecs kissing, sucking and biting.
"A-ah~" he arches his back at that. Your hands are everywhere all at once, touching, feeling, memorizing.
His pants are tight, his dick throbbing underneath them and you feel it as he grinds on your knee.
"Let's take this off shall we?" You wait for his response.He nods, already unbuckling your belt.You chuckle,amused by his eagerness,then shred off the last piece of clothing on the two of you.
You sink even further down his abdomen, spreading his thighs. You kiss his stomach,his dick already leaking not far below.
"What do you want hun" you tease him wanting to hear those sweet words that you love so much spill off his mouth to your ears. To you, words are the sexiest form of consent, making him beg for it, making him say how much he wants it, how down bad he for you as much as you are for him. That's hot.
"You...please,I want you" he begs,shame completely leaving him. He starts regretting his choice to have sex with you, shit you're gonna make him fall.
At that you envelope your mouth around him, tongue expertly rubbing on the head of his cock wrapping underneath his cock, tracing each and every nerve resulting in his legs closing in on your head.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck-" he heaves, hands gripping the sheets and back arching, your eyes and ears entirely on him as you pry them open.
His hands fly to your head, you don't mind continuing to bop your head sucking the life out of him. They fist on your hair making you moan. His eyes roll back from that, toes curling as he drools.
"C-close..." he barely warns before you feel a splash on the back of your throat, you keep your mouth still, swallowing as he bucks his hips sobbing. He tastes suprisingly sweet, good diet ,you note, rubbing his thighs helping him ride his high.
You pull out with a pop,sitting up on your heels and licking your lips.
"You taste amazing" you praise him, leaning down to kiss him, letting him taste himself on your lips before sitting up again looking at him.
"You're staring..." he blushes covering his face.
"Can you blame me, you're beautiful"
"S-stop that...it really doesn't take much for me" You smirk at that, grabbing a bottle of lube from the cupboard nearby. Scented...blueberry.
It spills, a generous amount on your hands and your throbbing cock.
"May I?" you wait, his head finally coming back from the clouds as he nods.
You sink even further now, hooking his long legs on your shoulders, your index finger rubbing circles on his puckering hole.
You work him open, long enough to guarantee he's open enough to take you. He writhes beneath you. Your fingers long and thick, constantly brushing on his sweet bundle of nerves.
"Oh-" he gasps as you scissor him open,adding a third,then a fourth,stretching and thrusting until he cums again. White ribbons spraying all over his chest.
"Hun..? Are you okay" He nods, barely coherent.
"Yeah...y-yeah...more please, please fuck me"
You kiss him while slowly inserting yourself in, sinking deeper and deeper,stretching him to his limits. You're so much bigger, your frame not just tall but wide,completely engulfing him.
"Mmm~" His hands scratch your back and he bite your shoulder, whimpering trying to accommodate you. You're the biggest he's ever taken, his last ex did not compare at all.
"Shh you're okay, I got you, just relax for me yeah?"
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James can't even speak, just drooling and squirming underneath you as you pound him like your life depended on it, your son's results did but nevertheless. You could swear the whole apartment could hear the both of you, luckily Jayden's out tonight with friends, most likely he'll sleep over. Skin slapping echoes over the room, wet, sticky, filthy and absolutely lewd. His voice is wrecked, constantly breaking from all his moans,he's a screamer and you love it.
There's a white puffy ring between the two , from you releasing in him, using the cum as lube and fucking him harder.
"It's too much! T-Too much!" he sobs out,tears flowing down his cheeks,not even getting time to dry up as knew ones well up. James doesn't even know what the hell he's saying right now, the only thing on his mind is how you thick cock is drilling into him.
You tightly his waist with one hand and hold down the back of his head with the other. His arms had given out due to you fucking him in every position imaginable. A man of your age shouldn't be having so much stamina, both of you have lost count of how many orgasms you've had.
"Aww is it too much?" You too tease
He nods, sniffing. The guy is completely gone, just laying there taking you, almost non-verbal, begging with whatever's left of his voice.
"This is what you wanted though,no? You said it yourself" You lean down chest to back softly biting his ear.
"You wanted me to fuck you stupid didn't you hun? Wanted me to slut you out?" You bottom out thrusting in circles making him cum again.
"Ahhhhh~ fuck-" you chuckle at his voice cracking sending chills down his spine.
"You're mean..." he manages to say, sobbing.
"Am I?" You stop, pulling out until only the tip is left.
"No-wait no please...m'sorry, please don't stop, need you" He pushes his hips to you trying to fuck himself on your cock.
Your hand shifts from behind his neck to the underneath of his chin, his body pliant as you lift up with him,now both of you on your knees,back to chest as you shift him to face the mirror behind you.
His eyes land directly to the reflection of you too and he cums again from the sight, tiny white droplets mixed with urine now. He looks at himself, ruined, bite marks and hickeys litter his neck down to the rest of his cum-coated abdomen and in between his thighs. Hair wet on his forehead and lips swollen. He's completely taken by you, owned one might say...he wouldn't mind anyway.
The culprit is right behind him, holding him together,James can feel it. Your golden eyes trained on the sight. He can feel you, starting to move again, his puffy hole squelching again. He can feel you, your hand leaving bruises on his hip, your other on his neck holding him flush against you. He just feels you. He doesn't want this to end. He's addicted.
Perhaps you did make him fall.
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The next morning James wakes up feeling...clean? He is. After your crazy night he ended up passing out, you took that chance to clean the both of you up and put in your spare clothes.
He smiles sitting up and immediately laying down again.
"Fuck, ohhh fuck!" He cusses out coughing too as smoothens his throat and lower back.
"Right...it's gonna ve a bitch getting out of here" he whispers involuntarily.
You walk in breakfast in hand. You also feel lighter, your week's stress gone.
"Morning...did you sleep well" You say knowing damn well.
"Yeah, thank you" he nods.
"You need help?" You eye him rubbing his back.
"Can't talk, can't sit" he whispers "I hate you"
"Maybe I did go overboard, you felt too good to stop" you say rubbing the back of your neck and he flushes at that.
You sit next to him,helping him sit up and hand him the plate of food.
"Eat up so you can take your painkillers." He suddenly tears up.
"Hey hey hey what's wrong"
"Nothing it's just...I'm touched...thank you for this." He means it too, his previous relationships had been a disaster and in one day you had done what none of them could have in months. He feels warm. You smile understandably.
"I would say get used to it but I'm not really sure considering our circumstances." He nods.
"Yeah...Jayden would freak out"
"I mean, I kept the end of my bargain, now it's your turn. I doubt he'd be mad if he's .ath teacher were to be with his father...he'd probably think he's of the hook, which he isn't. You chuckle.
"You think so..." James asks, sticking a fork full of eggs in his mouth.
"I don't know, only one way to find out"
