slut-problems: “Can you stay after class?” he asked me before he…

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“Can you stay after class?” he asked me before he dismissed the class. I immediately felt the hot burn of embarrassment for being singled out in front of the class. I packed up my books and waited for the class to file out. 

“Come on,” he said to me. “Let’s walk to my office.” I followed him solemnly, afraid to say anything at all. I walked in step with him as he began to make small talk. “Nice weather we are having, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is lovely,” I said lamely. He opened the door to his office with a key he produced from his pocket. I watched as he locked it again from the inside. He didn’t bother to turn on the lights, but there was some light from highly placed windows that filtered into the room.

“Have a seat,” he said gesturing to the couch. “I’ll bet you’re wondering why I asked you here,” he said. I nodded. “It’s just that I see a lot of promise and potential in you,” he told me. “You are very sexy and I was really hoping that we could be friends. You know, special friends. Have you ever thought about fucking any of your teachers before, namely me?” he asked me. I didn’t know what to say. I hadn’t ever considered it. I barely fucked anyone in real life because in real life I was painfully shy. I never had the courage to talk to guys and now here I was with my teacher asking me what I thought about fucking him. I didn’t know what to do. 

“Um, I never thought about it.” 

“Well it’s time to think about it,” he said as he took off his jacked and then his shirt. His pants dropped to the floor and then his boxers. “See anything you like,” he said gesturing to his cock, which stood at attention for me. 

“Um, this isn’t right,” I told him. “You’re my teacher.”

“Yes, but I’m also a man,” he said. “Take your clothes off,” he told me. “That is an order.” I looked up at him to gauge his level of seriousness. By the looks of his cock, he was dead serious. He moved to me and began to pull my shirt off of me.

“Hey!” I screamed. “You can’t just pull my clothes off!” 

“Oh can’t I?” he said with an evil hiss. He pulled my shirt off and then my bra. His mouth went to my nipples and he sucked on first the left nipple and then the right nipple. It felt really good and I let him pull my pants down. He pushed my panties to the side and stuck a finger into my pussy. “Why are you so wet then if you don’t want this?” he asked. I didn’t have an answer and he pulled off my panties. Then he climbed on top of me. 

“Stick your pussy out. I’m going to fuck it with my dick,” he said. 

“But you’re my teacher.” 

“Yes, I am. Stick your cunt out or I’ll fucking hurt you.” He gripped my neck and gave it a rough squeeze and he pushed his cock into me for the first time. He began to fuck me roughly, one hand on my neck and the other smacking my face and then my tits, and then my face again. “You think that you can just walk around wearing your short skirts and your low cut tops and that men are just going to respect you? Well guess what, bitch? You were asking for this and now you’re going to get it!” He pumped his cock in and out of me faster and faster. I’d never been fucked this hard before and honestly it was hurting my insides. I could feel a permanent bruise beginning to form where his cock was battering me. 

“Please. No.” I said meekly. 

“What’s that you fucking slut? I didn’t hear you!” He covered my mouth with one hand and held me down by my neck with the other as he pounded my pussy with his cock. His fucking was so unrelenting, so brutal that I began to howl in pain. This only seemed to make him harder but I couldn’t stop screaming. His hand was still over my mouth and I bit it! He yowled with pain and then he hit me right across the face. His cock remained a hard and brutal weapon and he fucked me with it, fucking as hard and deep as he wanted until he was heaving over me and cumming right up inside of me. When he was done, his sweat dripping from his brow onto my face, he pulled out of me. 

“How was that?” he asked me. “Way better than the guys your own age, isn’t it?” 

“You raped me,” I said to him. “And I’m going to report it.” I began to look for my clothes. 

“You won’t be reporting anything,” he said. “If you so much as breathe a word of this to anyone I will find your mother, your father, your brother and you and I will fucking kill all of you. Do you understand? You are to keep this a secret and you are to take my cock as much as I ask for? Got it cunt? Now get down here and lick my balls for me until I get hard again. I’m going to fuck you until I can’t fuck anymore, you cum rag.”

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