I am Morty Sanchez

Okay, I just want to ask you to gush your opinion.

Should I stop making detailed Smut and make it short so I can go on with the story?

Anyway, I'm still contemplating about the Invincible situation since I'm not fully into the Time skip thing so Morty can get Atom eve and the others.

But still, I'll see what I can cook with these ingredients and the recipe I've been given.

Y'all can give me suggestions in this matter.

Anyway, enjoy the chapter.

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Rick and Morty

Tuesday

Pamela's apartment

6:30 Am. At the same time as past Morty went down stairs cooking.

[ A/N: Morty is nigh-omnipresent by walking through time. So it can get a little bit confusing but bare with me. ]

She led him to the edge of the bed and Morty sat down and stared at her. He continued staring at her as she bent over at her hips and reached down towards his pants, he stared down at her exposed cleavage as she undid his belt and started pulling down both his pants and underwear, he lifted himself off the couch to ease her access.

Pamela pulled down his pants until they reached his shoes, she then took off his shoes and threw them to the wall where they were joined shortly by his pants and underwear which she also threw.

She looked down and smiled at Morty's cock standing erect and straight, it was long enough to reach over his belly button.

Pamela reached out and placed her pointer at the top of the head. She started to slowly run her finger down and up the large cock, she could hear Morty breathe in and out forcefully through his nose.

"Oh, it's only been yesterday I've seen this but I already miss it."

She then grabbed the cock and started stroking it at the same slow and deliberate pace, although her hand was too small to reach all the way around it.

She could hear his breathing go faster the more she stroked. Without warning she gave him a couple of rapid pumps as she stroked his cock as quickly as she could.

"Alright, that's enough. Come to the edge of the bed." He directed her sternly. She couldn't help but smile as she went over laying on her stomach.

"On your back." He corrected her. The smile grew wider her face and Pamela did as she was told, laying down on her back, her neck resting on the edge of the bed as her head hung down and her mouth hung open for easy access.

He stepped forward to feed her his massive throbbing cock, which she willingly accepted as he slid himself deeper inside her. He watched as his full length not only filled her mouth, but literally seemed to expand her throat into a noticeable bulge down her neck. Pamela took it like a champ, and had no hesitation as he pulled myself in and out of her wet mouth.

"Ohh fuck. Can't wait for me to pump your milk into your dirty tight mouth~" He grunted as I gently fucked her throat. The feeling was incredible, and there was nothing hotter than how obediently she followed his instructions.

The power was a hell of a rush, but as soon as he suspected any discomfort on Pamela's part, he pulled away.

"Turn over." He let out a deep breath as she turned herself back to her stomach. Pamela looked up at him with her big, brown eyes, as if awaiting further instruction.

"This time I want you to show me my cum before you swallow it down. Every drop. Got it?"

Pamela's eyes sparkled as she nodded up at him, patiently waiting to be fed.

He pushed my cock forward into her mouth, he took another deep breath as I looked forward, allowing Pamela to run the show. He trusted her oral talents would have his cumming in no time, and was curious if my new instructions would help her stop before it got too sensitive.

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!"

When he looked back down, Pamela was in heaven. Dutifully servicing him and completely lost in sucking cock. She truly seemed as happy as could be while she worked my cock in and out of her mouth.

"Good girl." He cooed as he brought his hand to strike her hair.

"Suck that cock."

"Mhm!" She happily replied as she suckled his tip, bringing her hand up to cradle my balls as I began lightly rocking myself in and out of her mouth.

"Ohhhh yeah." He gasped.

"You love that cock don't you?" Morty said to her.

"Mhmmmmmmm!" Pamela's eyes popped open, looking up at me as she gave his balls a gentle squeeze.

"Yeah you do." He closed his eyes as she slid her hand up to begin simultaneously jerking me off.

"You love that cock." He whispered.

With Pamela now using both her hand and her mouth, it was only a matter of time before she coaxed out another load.

He continued groining and caressing her head as she bobbed and sucked and slurped and jerked, all while happily humming along until I finally told her those four magic words.

"I'm going to cum. Take it you cumdump." He panted just seconds before he began filling her mouth.

"Mmmmmmm! Mmmmm!" Pamela moaned in his dick as he gave her another load, this time she did what he said and didn't swallow until she was completely full. she dutifully opened her mouth to show me her reward.

"Good girl." He smiled down at her as he swayed above her. Pamela stared deep into hus eyes as she closed her mouth and drank it all down with an exaggerated gulp.

"Good girl." He told her again. She smiled back up at him, absolutely beaming with pride.

"Thank you for the meal. Now I think it's time for our baby to get his milk from daddy~♥️" Pamela said and licked her lips, staring at Morty's huge, thickening still hard white cock spring free from his pants. Reaching over, he grabbed some of Pamela's hair, pulling down on it to test the waters and expose her neckline.

"Mmmm~♥️ are you going to violate me and break my mind~♥️." Pamela moaned.

Masochistic pleasure revved her engine. Her skin started to flush, her pussy moistened, and she bit her lip playfully for his visual pleasure. Morty responded by rubbing her cheek and lips with his finger, exploring and probing her skin, seeking out hidden erogenous zones.

"I asked you if you liked it soft or hardcore and you told me not to hold back. I'll play your game, pam, but we'll be playing it by my rules now." Morty growled at her and took control of the situation, pushing the boundaries with her teacher.

He treated her like a lay, a pump and dump, someone who just wanted a hardcore, exotic roll in the hay. Hardcore would be exactly what she'd get.

His fingers gripped harder, pulling down on the hair more to expose all her soft, ebony skin. Sitting next to her, he sunk his lips onto the neckline, marking his own territory so to speak.

Lips and tongue kissed all around the spot hitting her pleasure zones. Pamela instinctively moaned out in pleasure, immediately reaching down to grab hold of Morty's ivory Tower.

"That feels good."

Her fingers stroked the thick, veiny cock. Sensitive fingertips felt the throbbing blood vessels with every stroke, eliciting excitement inside her stomach.

"I'm going to fuck you like a bitch, Pam. I don't care if you begged me stop and simply continue ramming my cock into your black cunt. I'm going to fuck your mind and conquer this little cunt. Is that what you want me to say to you, Pam? You want to be defiled by your student?"

"Yes, I want you to destroy my inside and penetrate as if you want to knock me up a second time." Pamela replied, letting one hand rub up Morty's muscular chest.

She felt the hard pectoral muscles, raking her slightly sharp fingernails into the ivory skin, all the way down to the deep abdominal ridges.

Morty in turn started kissing her on the lips, sloppy, pornlike, giving her the defiling experience she craved. Their tongues twirled and danced, saliva dripping onto her outfit.

Both did not care or notice. One hand in her hair, and one hand raking his abs, they both enjoyed playing with the spots that got their own juices flowing the most.

"Spit down my throat," Pamela suddenly gasped out.

Morty didn't think twice. Some would think it was the pornstar in him that made spitting down Pamela's throat as they kissed.

Pamela couldn't help but choke, coughing up the invading, foreign spit. It turned her on so much to be treated like this, treated below her outward status and station in life.

"Your really dirty little bitch? Do you want to be slapped as well" Morty asked.

Hair yanking, even ass spanking, was basic, safe, normal to do in the bedroom. Low risk to try without asking when someone tells him to fuck her hardcore. Face slapping was another matter.

"Just don't leave any visible bruises," she moaned, digging her nails into Morty's abs harder.

"You don't mind me raking your skin, do you?"

"Don't worry it can heal as much as easy."

"A lot of power you've got, my stallion."

SMACK!

Morty interrupted her by giving that soft, ebony skin a sensual slap with an open palm. The perfect spot landing with the fingertips on her cheekbone and the palm around her jawline. All sound, little pain. It took a lot of practice to get the technique down, and a lot of understanding when botched.

"Harder," Pamela replied.

SMACK!

Same spot but with greater speed.

Pamela kissed him, mounting his naked body and pushing him onto his back on the bed. He flipped Pamela onto the bed, mounting between the teacher's legs, allowing her to feel his thick cock dry hump her.

Opening up the top of her uniform pants, he broke away momentarily to rip them off like a lustful beast, exposing her lacy panties underneath.

"Cruising for a fucking today, I see, or do you always dress like a slut when you sleeping?" he teased her.

Before Pamela could answer, moans interjected her words as Morty started fingering her wet pussy and clit over the lingerie.

This surprised her the most, definitely not expecting him to even rub her like he had done it many times. Wasn't he a virgin boy? Even if he loses it much earlier shouldn't be this good at it.

Experienced fingers danced and rubbed along the lusting entrance, warming up the sexy teacher so much she'd have no trouble fitting his huge, foreign cock into her tiny, tight, Oriental hole.

"You're fucking wet right now, Pamela, so fucking wet. I can slide three or four fingers up your cunt if I wanted and I know you'd only feel pleasure from it. Once I'm good and ready I'll slip my cock inside and make you cum your brains out. This is what you wanted, slut, to be used like a cocksleeve." Morty growled looking at Pamela's expression.

"Yes, I'm a nasty teacher needing to get fucked like a dirty bitch. Stop talking and use my pussy, or are you afraid I'll milk you in minutes and end all the fun?"

"If you could milk me in minutes I wouldn't be here," He answered back.

The fingers kept working their magic as they talked dirty. Once Morty felt diminishing returns from the rare treat, he dominantly ripped off her lingerie panties.