John smirked, this new quest was risky and downright despicable, but the rewards were useful and Martin didn't deserve Julia anyway. It's not that he was trying to justify this despicable act, no, not at all.
John turned off his flashlight and waited for his eyes to acclimate to the darkness. To his surprise, it took him mere seconds. He wondered if his unique class had played a role, but certainty eluded him.
Under the cover of night, the sound of John's footsteps vanished as he strode towards Julia and Martin's tent. He knelt down besides the tent's porch and observed the married couple.
Each one on far sides of the tent, the perfect picture of a loveless marriage. With a smirk, he crawled towards the lonely woman. Though she was still wearing the same clothes, tossing and turning during sleep tends to dishevel them. Her lifted mini-skirt allowed for prime view of her round, ample bottom.
With creepy stealth befitting a NTR Rogue, John creeped behind Julia and spooned her. His already rock hard rod sandwiched between her cheeks.
Julia's eyes snapped open, letting out a yelp, but before she could wake up Martin, John's hands covered her mouth.
"Shh, teacher, it's just me, John," he said, his tone spilling seduction. As Julia calmed down, John removed his hand from her mouth.
"What are you doing here?" She hissed. They might've had an encounter before, but this was beyond inappropriate.
"What else, teacher?" John teased, a sly smile playing on his lips, "I just missed the warmth of your flesh."
John pressed his body closer to Julia, his shaft teasing the contours of her cleft.
"Ahh—" she moaned and supressed the moans through gritted teeth, "you can't, John, not now."
Julia whispered, but it fell on deaf ears. Had she wanted to stop this, she wouldn't be just cupping his hands as he twists and turns her hard nipples.
As he slid his shaft up and down within the seam of her ass, he felt her juices pouring down, coating his cock and inviting him in, but it was not time, yet.
John thrusted up and down faster, the sound of his muscles smacking against her warm buttocks broke the silence. With practiced precision, he unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her mature breasts and kneaded them with force.
"What do you say, teacher? Do you want this student's big, hard cock?" John teased as he pressed his crest against her slick slit, threatening to part her lips with just one thrust.
Julia supressed a moan, her aching sex quivered as she rocked her hips to his rhythm. She knew she had to deny him. Her husband was right there, but all she could think about was John's massive cock, the veins around it and how good it felt inside her.
If she rejected him now, would he want to do it again? If he didn't, how long would it be until she could feel this pleasure again? Can anyone make her feel like that again?
"It's fine, I understand, teacher. You like playing hard to get," John said as he lifted her skirt even higher and angled his arm before slithering towards her sex. Julia flinched, but made no effort to stop him.
He rested his open palm around her cleft and teasingly caressed its surroundings. Julia quivered, the anticipation lit a fire inside her, her sex ached for that heated connection. She felt his breath gushing out of his lungs as it tickled her nape. Every sensation was amplified, but John just kept on teasing.
She rocked her hips to the sides, hoping that the lips of her cleft would at least graze his fingers. Her lips were empty, she needed to be filled. As the anticipation built up, her desires grew stronger.
"Ugh, please..." she whispered, abandoning any remnants of her pride.
John's shaft twitched, the power he held over her excited him and he wanted nothing more than hearing her beg for his cock.
"Please what?" John asked, but she didn't answer. She kept moving her hips and John kept on teasing, his fingers intentionally grazing her labia.
As Julia squirmed, he applied pressure, his index and middle finger next to each of her lips, separating the flesh of her cleft.
"This is what you want, no? Something hot and thick inside this needy opening," he said, applying more pressure and separating her slick heat.
"Yes..." she whispered meekly. She looked at her husband's back in shame. How low had she fallen that she did not care that her husband was sleeping right in front of her? She only cared about John's thick rod. It was all she wanted.
"Oh? Should I comply, then? Yeah, as a good student, I should make my teacher happy," John teased and reached for her clit.
Julia arched her back in pleasure, the difference in stimulation was just that great. John continued to massage her bud and Julia felt a tingling in her body. Her gaze became a haze and she grinned maniacally.
"YES!" She raised her voice while in ecstasy, but a groan from her husband shocked her.
"Shut up, woman. Let me sleep," Martin groaned and panic struck Julia's face.
Meanwhile, John smirked and made sure to hide behind Julia. In her panic, Julia replied, "Oh, um, sorry, it's just..." Julia stammered.
Her dawdling irritated Martin and he broke into a monologue, one which John decided to tune out entirely. This certainly hampered his plans, but he wouldn't leave this tent without his rightful rewards.
He reached between her legs and shoved the crotch of her soaked panties aside. Julia's eyes widened, she had thought John would leave, but here he was, vying for more.
The lips of her cleft parted as John pressured it with his wide crest. He felt her juices coating his cock as he inched closer. He covered her mouth and thrusted the full length of his shaft inside her. His rod tugged and rubbed at her tender flesh and sensitive nerves. She tossed and turned, but as her vision blurred in pleasure and she tuned out her husband's monologue, she gave in to the pleasure, rocking her hips along John's rhythm.