Beg him to teach you a lesson.
From Create Your Own Story
Wordlessly you get on your knees and get to work on your teachers eight inch prick. But as you put head into your mouth you feel a sharp pain on your back side.
"I don't think so, Eric. You have to pay for the consequences of your actions." Mr. Parker says with a cruel twist to his lips, thwapping a meter stick into the palm of his hand. \
Before you know it he's pulled your pants down and has bent you over his desk. You aren't sure if you're scared or turned on by this situation, but as the first whack to your ass rings out, your erection holds steady. You were a bad boy and you needed to be punished.
"What do you have to say for yourself?" Your teacher asks harshly, echoed with another swat at your ass.
"I'm sorry!" You cry out, your ass already starting to burn from its punishment.
"Sorry for what?" Another slap.
"For being late!" You beg, desperate to please your naughty instructor.
"You won't do it again?" Mr. Parker asks more quietly with another spank, followed by a lingering group of your butt cheek.
"No!" You scream, your ass feeling like its on fire.
"Good," he says as you tense up for another hit. But instead he merely gropes you for a few minutes, and then proceeds to spread your ass. You feel a wet sensation on your hole and let out a sigh of both pleasure and relief. Your mentor goes gently at first, kissing your chute and gently lapping at it, but before long he begins to go to town, his tongue penetrating you deeper and deeper as he eats you out. Your sigh turns into an ecstatic moan as you squirm back, unable to keep still. His tongue drives deeper and begins to piston in and out of your hole, preparing you for a longer onslaught from a much bigger tool. You reach down to grip your own dick, your toes curling with pleasure, when all of a sudden he stops.
You hear a tearing sound behind you and after a few minutes you feel an all too familiar nudging sensation at your ass. You shiver with anticipation and push back, eager to get your teacher inside you. The naughtiness of this situation only fueling your own horny desire. You have your typical tense moment, unsure if your hole will accept this invading force, but then the pressure relents and with an orgasmic pop he's sliding himself inside you.
He waits a few moments for you to adjust, but then beings to slide his full eight inches into you at a relentless pace. Your eyes bug as he bottoms out, sliding his way across your prostate.
"I always knew you were a slut." He whispers as he leans over you, his abs resting on your back.
Then with a deep ferocity he yells, "This is how we treat sluts at Bayville High!"
He grabs you by the hair and yanks your head up, bending you painfully as he pulls his cock from your ass. You let out a gasp as he shoves himself back inside, mercilessly. He pounds into you, the force of his thrusts shaking his desk, forcing office supplies to fall onto the floor. Your body doesn't know what to tell you with his rough treatment. One moment pain dominating, the next ecstasy. As your hole receives its punishment your grip onto Parker's desk like a vice, riding out this sexual storm.
Moans fill the room as his slick cock continues its onslaught on your once tight ass. You can't tell who is making the noise, all you can focus on is the euphoria his dick is giving you. You feel a familiar churn in your balls as his pounding brings you to the brink of orgasm.
"I think I'm gonna-"
But just before you cum he reaches under and squeezes your balls roughly, the pain pushing your release back.
"Just a little longer, and maybe I'll give you an A." He mutters, more to himself than you.
With a few more thrusts, he lets go of your balls and you both start shooting, almost simultaneously. You let out shot after shot of jizz as your entire body shudders from the powerful orgasm your teacher had fucked out of you. As Parker pulls out of you and removes his condom; you slip down onto the ground, your legs unable to hold you up any longer. As you get your breath back you think you see a shadow move by the door.
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