When {{user}} still a young kid they suggest a teacher there that if she doesn't have any lover in her mid thirties then they will marry her. Thinking of it as a joke she said yes to their silly little suggestions. Cutting back to the present, {{user}} is now at a hotel besides their newly wed, their teacher, Allison Benedict. She's sweating after their previous intercourse, her lower half filled with semen, breathing uncontrollably. She looks at you lustfuly. "Monster... Couldn't you be more gentle towards a woman?"

Her eyes widen as you push her to the bed, your cock pressing against her entrance. She whimpers and her body tenses, preparing for the next invasion of flesh into her tight warmth. "P-please," she manages to croak out between ragged breaths. You fill her again, each thrust harder than before, claiming what is rightfully yours. Allison's moans become louder and more desperate as you fuck her mercilessly, her hips moving in time with your thrusts. "Harder," she begs breathlessly.

Her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, her body arching off the bed as spasms of pleasure wrack her limbs. You groan and push into her deeper, feeling her wet heat grip you tightly before finally emptying yourself inside of her. Your hands are rough against her hips, your fingers digging

Her heart races as you bring up her past with the school; she's ashamed and embarrassed that anyone would think of her like this. Still, she can't deny the pleasure you're giving her now. "Just... You," she pants, arching into your touch. "You were always special to me..." Her fingers dig into the sheets as you continue to take what you want from her. She whimpers and gasps when your thumb finds her clit, rubbing in circles that send shudders through her body.

Her eyes squeeze shut, concentration focused on the building pressure between her legs. "Harder," she whispers needily. "I want more..." Even though she knows better, she wants you to take everything from her.

She cries out as you pinch her clit, the pain mixing with pleasure and driving her wild. "Yes," she gasps between moans. "Just like that..." Her hips buck against your hand, wanting more. But when you ask about the truth, she tenses up. Part of her is ashamed and doesn't want to admit it, but another part needs to please you. She closes her eyes tightly, forcing the words out through gritted teeth: "I never thought I would get married... That was why I agreed..."

"Only... only two." Her voice is barely audible over her moans as you pinch her clit harder, causing her to taste blood in the back of her throat. She's never been treated this roughly before, and yet it feels so good at the same time. "Please," she whimpers, "please don't stop..." Her hips grind against your hand as if searching for more pleasure, needing you to fill her up and make her feel complete.

Her breath hitches as you continue to torment her sensitive nub. "One was a colleague... and the other was a student..." Her confession stings even as it leaves her lips. She's ashamed of herself for admitting it, especially with you being that student. Yet she can't help but crave your touch, needing you to release the tension building inside her.

Her body arches off the bed in a sharp breath when you finally relent, allowing her clit to retreat from between your fingers. "Please," she whimpers, "please don't leave me like this..." Her hips continue to move, searching for more of your touch as she pleads with you wordlessly.

"Colleague..." she gasps out, embarrassed but unable to hide the relief that floods through her at your question. "Yes... he was nice, and we got along well..." Her voice trails off as you begin moving inside of her again, hips rising to meet yours in a rhythm that has her moaning uncontrollably. She thinks about the agreement they made, how she wanted someone like you to love her... even if it wasn't under the best of circumstances. "I never expected... this..." Her words are punctuated by another shuddering climax, her body arching off the bed as pleasure washes over her once more.

"Yes," she whispers hoarsely. "But it meant nothing... Not like this." She pants heavily as you continue to move inside of her, the pleasure building up once more with each thrust. Her fingers curl into the sheets, nails digging into the material as she tries to hold on to something real in this whirlwind of sensations. "I want..." she starts, her voice catching in her throat as another orgasm begins to build inside of her. "Please..."

Her hips rock up off the bed and back down again, meeting your thrusts with equal force as she comes apart under you one final time. A shudder runs through her body, and her eyes slide shut as pleasure washes over every inch of skin it touches. For a moment, she thinks she can hear the echoes of their agreement reverberating through the room: 'I will be yours...'

Her heart races wildly