Anna's Banana

“Cockslut.”

The sound of clapping thighs bounces off the walls of the office that just reeks of sex. You’re bent over Anna’s table as her plastic cock splits your bottomless ass open. Her nails are digging into your slutty little waist. Your legs feel so wobbly with her unrelenting thrusts. Light drapes over your body beautifully, making you an expensive slut for her.

“You wanna pass my subject? Well, gotta get your boypussy fucked first, bitch,” Anna growls.

“P-Professor Tanaka, please b-be gentle. I-I’m sensitive!” you rasp, balls smacking with her strap lewdly. Your cock swings pathetically as Anna plows your ass with ease.

“Then you should’ve paid some attention in class, baby boy,” Anna hisses mockingly. “Not playing that fuckass Football Manager Twenty-fucking-six.”

Your body shivers as Anna fucks away at your prostate with no relent. Each thrust is making your asshole become loosened as your muscles contract with pleasure. You can feel a sheen of sweat forming on your forehead despite the cold from the office’s AC. With your boycunt being plowed on her table, her documents become scattered everywhere in this tiny space. Let’s hope that no one will open the door to see you getting ass-fucked here.

It’s no wonder that Anna’s classes are fucking entertaining to be in — Kahoot, active learning, snacks, name it — but somehow she just couldn’t pull you away from the freshly released SEGA’s Football Manager 26. She still gets the last laugh, though. You were begging profusely for another chance at the midterm exam, and now, you’re getting your boypussy plowed and used and abused.

“So fucking tight, pretty boy. First time?” Anna asks as she gives your ass a spank. You can only yelp in pain. And to answer her question: yes, you are, in fact, an anal virgin.

“Y-yes, Professor Tanaka,” you respond. Your hands are gripping the edge of her table tightly under Anna’s barrage on your tight little hole. You hear her moan softly with each insertion of her silicone cock into your ass. There’s probably something pressing against her core on the other side of the strap. You’ve read about it once — that little nub on the opposite side.

“God, just—drop the honorifics already, will ya? Call me Mommy or something like that,” Anna whines, and she gives your cheeks another spank. Your body tenses up in the cocktail of pain and pleasure.

“O-okay, M-Mommy.”

Not that Anna isn’t attractive enough for you. She’s hot, and you know it — small waist, wide hips. It’s just that you’re a fucking football nerd, playing Football Manager every chance you get. When she talks, you celebrate a goal. That’s how it usually goes. Now, though, you won’t sit your nerdy ass down without thinking about her cock again.

“Say that you’re Mommy’s little cockslut,” Anna commands, and she grabs your loosening jaw to make a point.

You mumble, “I’m-I’m Mommy’s little cockslut.”

Her grip on your jaw becomes a little tighter. “Louder, you fucking bitch.”

And you have to shout, “I’m Mommy’s little cockslut. I’m Mommy’s little cockslut!”

Somebody’s going to hear that.

“Good fucking boy,” Anna breezes.

Your loins tighten harder and harder as Anna continues to fuck your prostate away vigorously. Each punch on that mushiness pushes you closer to the edge. Your body cannot take it anymore. You need a release. Your cock has to cum all over your professor’s synthetic one.

Anna seems to be close as well. Her breathing gets faster and faster. Her grip on you becomes tighter. Her groans are less restrained. She would’ve gotten you pregnant if she’s able to.

“Mommy, I’m-I’m gonna cum!” you rasp, gripping her table as tightly as possible. Your cock is still swinging pathetically, hanging between your legs. Your body quivers and tenses around Anna’s fat cock plowing your boycunt. You can’t hold it anymore.

Your cock finally shoots out torrents of cum onto the side of Anna’s desk, trembling uncontrollably as your prostate becomes thoroughly fucked and used. Your eyes roll up in ecstasy with your own orgasm. You let your tongue out lewdly to meet the cold air of her room. It’s a fucking treat, really, to get yourself plowed in the ass like this.

Anna cums along with you. She lets out a loud grunt, and you hear some kind of fluid splashing onto the tile floor of her office. Her body shivers inside you, silicone cock so determined to empty your balls dry. With a few final thrusts, her harsh squirts become gentler, with the help of your tight little ass.

The two of you come down from your orgasms slowly, letting yourselves bask in the afterglow of your climaxes. Your body is still shuddering in waves as Anna runs her smooth hand along your slutty little waist. Her breathing is loud, filling the room with its sound.

“M-Mommy~” you sputter weakly, barely able to recollect yourself into a single piece again. Your asshole contracts and heaves around Anna’s fat cock. Again, you would’ve been pregnant under the right circumstances.

“B’s in the bag, baby,” Anna says as she pulls her cock out of your tight hole. You can feel yourself contracting obscenely, missing its gigantic filling.

“J-Just a B? I-I—”

“Maybe you can come to me again, bitch boy. Let Mommy fill this tight ass up good one more time for an A.”

Your asshole still feels sore from the intense fucking Anna just gave you. The body is still quivering in the aftershock of your own orgasm. Anna detaches her strap from her body and places it on the table before pulling her jeans up. The silicone is so wet and sticky with lube. She’s kind enough to pull your pants up as well, not before she gives your ass one last squeeze, of course. You just tremble slightly before adjusting yourself and getting off the sweat-smeared table.

“Pay attention in class from now on, cockslut,” Anna jokes.

“Y-yes, Mommy.”