Chapter 124 It's Over
Vanessa Wood stomped out of the school gates in her high heels, ready to head home.
She picked up her phone and dialed a number, saying, "Hey, where are you? I'm at the school gate. Come pick me up; I need your help with something."
Five minutes later, a Santana car pulled up in front of the school. Quentin Rodriguez poked his head out and grinned, "So eager to meet up tonight? I recently found a great spot. Let me take you there."
Vanessa Wood opened the car door and slipped inside, fuming silently, not caring where Quentin was taking her. After ten minutes, the car stopped. Quentin reached over to touch Vanessa's thigh, smiling, "See, this place is nice, isn't it? Great environment, and hardly anyone around. Much better than the small park. We should meet here from now on."
Quentin had driven Vanessa to a fitness plaza on the outskirts of the city. The plaza was built two years ago but was rarely visited due to its remote location and lack of maintenance. At night, it was pitch dark, making it a popular spot for secret rendezvous. Quentin had discovered it recently and thought it would be perfect for his escapades. When Vanessa called, he seized the opportunity to bring her here.
Vanessa noticed a car in the distance, its windows fogged up and rocking. Without asking, she knew what was happening inside. She snorted, "All you think about is this sleazy stuff. And you're a teacher. How shameless."
Quentin didn't mind. His hand slid up Vanessa's thigh and under her skirt, caressing her through her panties. "I'm shameless, but you like that about me, don't you? Otherwise, why would you call me? Feeling itchy and need me to scratch that itch, huh?"
Vanessa smiled, satisfied, and reached down to feel Quentin's already hard cock. "You're so hard already. Don't hold back. If you want to fuck, hurry up. I need to get home soon." She lifted her booty and pulled off her panties to avoid getting them dirty.
Seeing Vanessa's tender, pink pussy between her white thighs, Quentin's erection grew even harder. He had been involved with this seductive teacher for years, but unlike other women he quickly tired of, Vanessa's mature, sensual body always aroused him. Moreover, Vanessa wasn't as petty as other women. Even when they made deals, she was generous, making Quentin feel comfortable even if she benefited.
"Come here, baby," Quentin said, moving the driver's seat back and reclining it. He guided Vanessa from the passenger seat onto his lap.
He lifted Vanessa's skirt to her waist, revealing her delicate, flower-like body. Expertly, he unclasped her bra and tossed it aside, grabbing her heavy breasts. "I think these have gotten bigger. Almost as big as Audrey Johnson's. Shouldn't you reward me for that?"
"Shut up. Are we doing this or not?" Vanessa's face darkened. After having a child, her cup size had increased, but she still felt inferior to Audrey Johnson's large breasts. Quentin's comment about Audrey while being intimate with her annoyed Vanessa, and she pretended to get off him.
"Baby, are you really mad?" Quentin chuckled, holding Vanessa in place. "I was just joking. Audrey's breasts might be big, but she's not as wild as you. I love your wild side. No other teacher at our school is as hot as you."
"Go to hell," Vanessa muttered, frustrated but unable to resist. She pounded Quentin's chest in mock anger. "You think I want this? If you hadn't raped me back then, I wouldn't be sneaking around like this, afraid of getting caught."
"Alright, baby, it's all my fault," Quentin said, placating her. "I'm a bastard, but I haven't treated you badly, have I? Whatever you wanted, I tried to give you. If I didn't care about you, I wouldn't have gone to such lengths to have you. Vanessa, everything was your choice."
Vanessa shuddered, falling silent. Over the years, she had blamed Quentin for her downfall but never looked at her own role. Quentin had indeed taken advantage of her when she was drunk, but she could have reported him. Instead, she succumbed to his threats and bribes. In truth, she was partly to blame. Quentin wouldn't dare use such tactics on someone like Audrey Johnson, who would fight back fiercely.
"Alright, Vanessa, we're both adults. Let's act maturely. Don't be childish," Quentin said, patting her booty. "Come on, let's make love. You didn't call me just to vent, did you? Time is precious."
"You'll get yours from a woman someday," Vanessa huffed, but she unbuckled Quentin's belt, struggling to pull down his pants and reveal his erect cock. She lifted her skirt, moved her panties aside, and expertly guided Quentin's cock into her wet pussy, wrapping her arms around his neck and moving her hips.
Quentin sighed in satisfaction, feeling Vanessa's tight pussy envelop his cock. It was incredibly wet and warm. He lifted his hips slightly, thrusting deep into her.
As his cock moved in and out, Vanessa began to moan softly, her face flushed as if drunk. She moved her hips rhythmically, her juices flowing and soaking their clothes.
"Harder, baby," Quentin urged, feeling her pussy tighten around his cock. Waves of pleasure washed over him, but it still wasn't enough. He needed more stimulation.
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
