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Chapter 907: Teacher Samantha
Samantha’s eyes darted back to me on the bed — "asleep," my cock throbbing visibly under the thin sheet, the fat head outlined in stark detail, a fresh bead of pre-cum soaking through the fabric like an invitation. She blushed deeper, her professional facade cracking as she stammered:
"This...? This is what you mean...?"
Gabriela nodded frantically, her hand still clutching Samantha’s wrist — fingers trembling, nails digging in just enough to feel possessive.
She leaned even closer, her swollen, red-tipped tits brushing against Samantha’s arm, the blanket barely clinging to her hips now.
A fresh glob of cum bubbled out of her gaping asshole and trickled down her inner thigh, warm and viscous, pooling on the couch cushion with a faint, wet plop that made Gabriela whimper softly.
"Yes... this... my husband’s cock... it’s so hard... even in his sleep... he needs release... please, Samantha... help me... I’m begging you... Look at me... look how he ruined my pussy... it’s all swollen and red... throbbing like it’s on fire... and my asshole... aaaah... it’s gaping so wide... I can feel your eyes on it..."
"It’s still leaking his cum... thick and hot... dripping out of me like I’m his used cumdump... I can’t take anymore tonight... but he’ll wake up frustrated... horny... and I don’t want that... I love him too much... please... help your desperate Gabriela..."
Samantha’s breath hitched, her thighs shifting subtly as she tried to process the sight.
Gabriela’s wrecked holes on full display, pussy lips parted and glistening with a mix of her own arousal and the creamy residue of my load, asshole fluttering weakly with every word, pushing out another slow rope of pearly white that ran down her crack and soaked into the fabric beneath her ass.
Samantha’s eyes widened, but she didn’t pull away — her free hand clenched in her lap, knuckles white.
Gabriela pressed on, voice dropping to a husky, tear-choked whisper, her smug little smile flickering beneath the humiliation like she was drunk on her own depravity.
"I know my husband is young and virile... and I’m older... my body can’t keep up with his needs anymore... aaaah... feel this... touch my thigh... see how sticky it is..."
"That’s his cum running out of my ass... he fucked me so deep on the balcony earlier... made me squirt everywhere... the sheets are ruined from it... "
"But I don’t want him seduced by some young vixen out there... someone after his money, his power... they’d drain him dry... leave me alone... please, Samantha... you’re young... beautiful... I see how you’re looking at his cock... It’s making you wet, isn’t it?"
"Help me keep him... take his load for me tonight... I’ll watch... I’ll help... I’ll spread my legs wider so you can see every drop leaking from my holes while you ride him..."
Samantha stammered again, voice breathy and broken, her cheeks flaming as she tried to tear her eyes away from Gabriela’s dripping mess.
"Ma’am... Gabriela... this is crazy... I... I can’t just... your husband... he’s asleep... and you’re... you’re leaking everywhere... it’s so... so much..."
Gabriela saw the hesitation — the way Samantha’s nipples hardened visibly through her bra, the subtle squirm of her hips — and leaned in even closer, her breath hot against Samantha’s ear.
"I just want to ask you... Do you know how to control such a man? How to make him yours... body and soul? I don’t wanna lose my husband... I heard young couples are quite adventurous... they seek thrills... wild things... can you give me some pointers? Tricks?"
"Please... teach me... show me how you’d handle a cock like his... how you’d milk it dry... make him forget every other woman... aaaah... look... another drop just came out of my ass..."
Samantha shook her head weakly, but her eyes were glued to the fresh trickle of cum sliding down Gabriela’s thigh — thick, opaque, pooling at her knee before dripping onto the floor.
Gabriela’s voice turned pleading, desperate, her free hand sliding down to her own swollen pussy — fingers circling her clit slowly, making her hips buck involuntarily and more cum ooze out of her asshole.
"Samantha... are you married? Or do you have a boyfriend...?"
Samantha nodded, voice barely audible.
"I... do have a boyfriend..."
Gabriela’s eyes lit up — smug, triumphant beneath the tears — as she squeezed Samantha’s hand tighter.
"So you must know something about it... right? How to please a man... how to make him crave you... ride him until he explodes... aaaah... please, Samantha... share your secrets... teach me..."
"Show me on him... while he sleeps... I’ll help you lower onto his cock... hold your ass cheeks apart so he slides in deep... whisper in your ear how good you feel... better than me... tighter than my ruined holes... please... help this old wife... don’t let me lose him..."
Samantha’s resolve was crumbling — her breathing ragged, thighs pressing together harder as a faint wet spot bloomed at the crotch of her uniform pants. Thoughts flickered across her face: shock, temptation, the sheer filth of it all.
Gabriela seized the final moment, pulling out the stack of cash from her purse and pressing it into Samantha’s lap — $20,000 in crisp bills, heavy and real.
"Don’t worry, Samantha... I can pay for your lesson... $20,000. How about it? Cash. Now. For teaching me... showing me... please... take the money... take his cock... help me... be my teacher... my savior... fuck him for me... make him cum so hard he stays mine forever..."
Samantha’s eyes bulged at the money — more than she’d ever seen in one place. Her hand closed around the stack involuntarily, fingers trembling as she clutched it to her chest like a lifeline.
"Twenty... twenty thousand...? Gabriela... this is... insane... but... my boyfriend and I... we’re drowning in rent... student loans... and... and your husband... he’s so... big... I’ve never felt anything like that... just... just once? And he really stays asleep...?"
Gabriela nodded eagerly, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks in glistening tracks, but her smug smile only widened — a twisted mix of shame, triumph, and raw hunger.
She stepped forward, bare feet silent on the carpet, and placed both hands on Samantha’s trembling shoulders — guiding her toward the bed with gentle but insistent pressure.
"Yes... just once... and my husband will never know it’s you," Gabriela whispered, voice husky and cracked with emotion.
"I will blindfold him... You just need to be quiet and let me do the talking. Please... Samantha... trust me. Let me take care of everything. I’ll make it so easy for you... so good for him... and so safe for us."
Samantha’s breathing was ragged now. She let herself be led, knees weak, until she stood at the edge of the bed staring down at my "sleeping" form — cock still brutally hard under the thin sheet, the fabric stretched taut, the head outlined in perfect, obscene detail.