drecksack2013:She jerked her knee quickly closed, her fingers suddenly stilled, when her homeroom te
drecksack2013:She jerked her knee quickly closed, her fingers suddenly stilled, when her homeroom teacher entered the room, her face turning red, wondering if he had seen, if he knew what she had been doing. A brief relief filled her as he ignored her and sat down, working on some papers on his desk, and she slipped her leg down, ready to leave. “Don’t stop because of me,” he suddenly said, and she froze, looking at him looking down at his desk, still working. She didn’t respond for a moment, and then muttered, a chill causing goosebumps to cover her smooth skin, “What?”. The chill turned into heat when he looked up, his eyes hard, harder than she’d ever seen. “I said,” he enunciated slowly, clearly, as if she were stupid, “continue doing what you were doing.” She wanted to deny it, wanted to leave, but his eyes held her, pinned her in place, and she felt her foot go back up on the desk, felt her hand slide back between her legs, felt her fingers slip down her panties to caress the still swollen clit, all under the hard eyes of her teacher. He simply nodded and went back to his work, and she gasped, rubbing harder, faster, feeling her body grow hotter, her flesh suddenly becoming hyper sensitive. She was close, her eyes never leaving the sight of him working, completely ignoring her, ignoring her masturbating furiously right in front of him. “Don’t cum,” his voice cut through her lust, not bothering to look up, and she let out a moan and slowed her fingers, right on the edge, wanting it, not knowing why she stopped, almost panting with need. She continued to watch him move a pile of papers from one side of the desk to the other, teasing herself, dripping, her heart racing, her body trembling, ecstasy so close, so close. Then he was finished and he put his pen down and he looked at her and she had to stop her fingers or she would have cum, and he had told her not to cum. “Now,” he said, walking until he was standing before her, “let’s see what we have here.” He moved his hands to the outside her her hips, under her skirt, and slowly pulled her panties from her hips, waiting until she straightened her legs before sliding them down her thighs, her calves, and finally pulling them over her shoes. “Open,” he said, and she obeyed, the taste of cotton and the pungent taste of her own lust covering her tongue as he pushed her panties between her lips, and she couldn’t help but moan. Then he was lifting her thighs, placing her feet on the tables, leaving her open, exposed, humiliated in front of him, the shining, swollen flesh of her cunt completely bare to his eyes. “Nice,” he murmured, his fingers lightly running across her cunt, making her hips jerk and a soft whimper come from her panty-filled mouth. She held still as he started to push a single finger inside of her, her thighs jerking open even wider as she was penetrated for the first time, her mind shutting down as he twisted his finger inside of her, a moan escaping her, the smell of her own lust filling her nostrils as she bit down on her panties. Then he did something, hooked his finger up behind her pelvis, jerking it back and forth, her mind exploding as ecstasy poured through her. She threw her head back and lifted her ass from her seat, her thighs shuddering as her orgasm overwhelmed her, the sensations almost painful. Then she jerked her hips up again and screamed through her panties as she felt his free hand’s fingers rub quickly, almost brutally, against her swollen clit, sending unbearable sensations flooding her body as she jerked and humped her hips up against his tormenting fingers. “That’s a nice cum face,” she heard him say as she shuddered through the most intense sensations of her young life, the sudden humiliation heightening the sensations that were about to drive her mad, and she grunted as her cunt seemed to throb over and over, and she felt cum splash from her cunt over his hands to spill across her thighs and arms and cover the desk. When her body was finally spent, she looked through dazed eyes as he wiped his hands against her socks and slid his pants and underwear down and stepped free of them, his cock hard and looking huge to her eyes. “My turn,” he said simply, stepping up to her, his hands hot on her thighs as he spread her open even further, his cock nestling up against her swollen, glistening cunt. She gasped as he pushed into her, pain penetrating her lassitude as she took her first cock, shuddering as he stretched her wide, as he filled her completely, feeling his cockhead resting against her womb as his groin met hers. She felt his hands in her hair, felt him tilting her head until she was looked up into his eyes as he held his cock inside of her. “That’s it, bitch,” he said softly. “That’s how you take a cock.” She sobbed softly in a mixture of pleasure and pain as he slid his cock slowly from her sucking sheath until only the tip was inside of her, as he pushed it back in just as slowly. Then he started to speak to her as he slowly, methodically fucked her, his words humiliating, thrilling, making her flesh burn as he used her. “Such a tight, wet fuck-sheath.” “You wanted me to catch you playing with your cunt.” “I’ve never seen a girl cum so hard.” “You’re a natural rape-slave–so submissive, so needy, so obedient.” “Nasty bitch, teasing your cunt in front of your teacher.” “Feel that? That’s your teacher’s cock raping you.” “Dirty bitch even enjoyed the taste of her own cunt.” “Bitch wants it harder. Wants it to hurt.” The words flowed over her, through her, filling her head as his cock filled her cunt, the words changing, but the feel of them, the intent, the purpose, making her head go blank, until there was was only his cock stretching her, filling her, making it feel like she was going to go mad with pleasure. “Not yet,” she heard him say sharply, a quick slap across her face making her eyes focus again on him, his hips moving faster now, his cock plunging into her harder, churning up her insides. “Don’t cum,” he said and she suddenly felt like she was going to explode, like she was a balloon stretched tight with ecstasy and it was going to break and destroy her, her whole body shuddering as she obeyed. Her hands were gripping his upper arms, her thighs shaking, her eyes wide as he continued to plow her, and she felt his hands around her neck, felt them squeeze the sides, felt her head get even lighter until she felt like she was floating. “Now,” he said, and a guttural moan from deep inside her started up, her eyes going even wider, her whole body rigid as her cunt clamped down over his cock, the sensations of his cock moving inside of her intensifying as her cunt throbbed and spasmed and she came, the orgasm holding her rigid, her thighs and stomach shaking uncontrollably, ecstasy blinding her, overpowering her, making her drool and moan and grunt with each spasm of her orgasming cunt. She didn’t feel him when he stopped and let out a low groan of his own, spending inside of her, too lost in the sensations rampaging through her body. Only when she settled down, only when he pulled his softening cock from her body and pulled his pants back on, did she realized he had filled her with his cum, the thought making her moan softly. When she was finally able to see him again, finally able to focus, he was watching her, and she couldn’t help blush at what had happened, wondering what was going to happen now. “Not bad. With the proper training you might make a decent rape-toy.” She stared at him, not knowing what to say, how to respond. “Come back tomorrow, same time, and I’ll start turning you into what you were meant to be,” he said, before turning and leaving her. -- source link