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It was one of those hot sticky, summer afternoons that imprinted itself on her body. The atmosphere was thick and visceral, coating her thoughts as she sat, bored in maths class. It was cruel to have maths at the end of the day. Maths at any time was a struggle, but on a summer afternoon, with her school uniform sticking uncomfortably to her flesh made it almost impossible to concentrate.
Chloe’s thoughts drifted to her Daddy, knowing he would be picking her up after school. She gazed out the window, at the gathering clouds of a thunderstorm that was about to crack through the oppressive heat. She squirmed in her chair, pulling down her uniform. This unintentionally pushed her breasts up, exposing more than was proper through her top undone button. She had forgotten she had opened the button in an attempt to stay a little cool.
It was a risk, as she went to a Christian school and any uniform infractions could easily result in a detention. But the summer had made her careless, and her Daddy’s insatiable needs, which had only gotten more demanding in the heat, meant that Chloe always felt a little used, a little slutty.
Chloe was seventeen, and in any other school having sex at her age wouldn’t have been such a big deal. But she also figured that at any school, having a Daddy who used her every day was probably not something she should brag about. Her Daddy had started using her when she was sixteen, and she had learned so much from him in that short year. She was a completely different person sitting in that maths class to who she was only a year ago.
It had become hard to hide her secret slut life at school. Hard to hide that sitting in class now Chloe still had Daddy’s cum in her from this morning. Chloe was sure the boys and male teachers could smell her Daddy on her, and over time, she grew to like their lecherous looks and the barely whispered names they’d call her as she walked down the hallways. Of course, it didn’t help that when she turned sixteen, Chloe had suddenly developed from an A-cup to a D.
Her growing breasts certainly affected her Daddy. A year ago, he would always cum in her tight little pussy, but now he would often wrap his cock between her breasts and pull out just before he came, to make sure he sprayed all over them. She had learned how to present them to him, how to push them together so that no drop of her Daddy’s cum would be wasted. Because they had grown so quickly this year, most of her bras didn’t fit her anymore. Now when she walked down the hallways, her small bra would push her breasts out of her dress. Often the shape of her nipples would be visible through her uniform. It made her feel exposed, and that only made her nipples harder. She had asked her Daddy for new bras, but she secretly thought he liked how her ill-fitting bras made her look like his little whore.
That morning, her Daddy had used her pussy rather than her breasts, and over the day she had felt Daddy’s cum leak into her panties. Her Daddy’s morning load was always the biggest, and she knew her cute little pink panties wouldn’t hold it all. After a long, hot day at school, a stain appeared on her uniform. Sitting still in maths class had only made it worse. If she stood up, she knew the boys behind her could easily see the mark of her Daddy between her legs. Chloe looked around the room, planning her exit in a way that she might be able to escape without anyone noticing. She was so focused on her cum filled panties she didn’t hear Mr. Wilson.
“Chloe? Well, what is the answer?”
Chloe snapped back into the present, looking up at her teacher and realising instantly that not only did she not know the answer, but she also didn’t know the question. A pause lingered long enough for Mr. Wilson to ask again, this time in a more forceful voice.
“Well, Chloe? We are all waiting.”
She looked into his eyes, and for a moment was sure he was looking down her uniform. He had moved so close to her, leaning over her desk, that her instinct was to lean back, arching herself to push her breasts out further, just as Daddy had taught her. If a man was looking, she knew she had to present her flesh. She caught herself, surprised how much Daddy’s lessons had changed her.
“I’m sorry Mr. Wilson, I ah, I don’t know,” she stammered.
He walked away from her desk, and the sounds of chatter from the class suggested that Mr. Wilson didn’t care much for the answer either. She thought he was probably waiting for the day to end as much as she was. The bell sounded and she felt relieved, seemingly having escaped answering. The other students in the class were packing up, and the general noise got much louder.
“That’s the end of the day, everyone can go, everyone except Chloe, you still need to give me an answer,” Mr. Wilson called out over the din.
She sat still, waiting for the others to leave. As one of the boys walked past her, she heard him mutter, “I hope Mr. Wilson fucks your face, you whore.”
Chloe looked up stunned as though he had slapped her, but before she could reply he had left the room, snickering.
Silence fell across the room. With no students in the class, it felt much larger. She felt exposed, sitting alone with her teacher standing at the door. He looked up and down the corridor before shutting it and leaning against it. She looked up at him, he was staring at her so intensely she immediately looked back down at her desk. Nothing was said. The long silence was only broken by the sound of the first drops of heavy rain hitting the window. The storm had arrived and with it a few distant shrieks of students running to get on the bus before the rain set in.
Still, Mr. Wilson didn’t speak. Chloe focused resolutely on her desk, not daring to look up. She wasn’t sure why she was so nervous, but there seemed to be an energy around Mr. Wilson. An energy that reminded her of when her Daddy would walk into her room unannounced. Daddy would often stand and look at her, not talking. She knew in those long pauses, when his eyes were fixed on her body, that it was time to get into position. She would lie on her bed, open her knees, and let Daddy see her smooth little pussy. But Mr. Wilson was her teacher, and despite her secret slut life, she didn’t really think a teacher would look at her like that. It must just be in her head.
Mr. Wilson slowly walked to Chloe’s desk, pulling a chair up next to her. She could feel his eyes drilling into her, but still, he said nothing. She was about to look up when she felt his hand on her chin. Shocked, she froze. His touch was firm, gripping her chin and moving her head so she was looking at him.
“That’s better Chloe, you should look at me. Now, what is the answer?” he demanded.
He was so close she could feel his breath on her. She’d never really looked at him before, and from this close, she could see tiny lines around his eyes. He must be in his late 30’s, but he was handsome. He had a kind of confidence that was hard to explain, more an atmosphere than anything specific. He always dressed simply, in a button-up shirt and trousers. But they fitted well, and showed that he must work out, not a lot, but enough to notice.
He was still holding her chin, his sleeves rolled up to his elbow, his wrist locked tight not letting her pull away.
“I… I don’t know Sir,” Chloe replied.
“Then Chloe, you know you need to be punished.”
She thought it strange he said punished. That wasn’t something she expected a teacher to say.
“What do you mean?” she replied.
His eyes scanned her, and without trying to hide it, he looked directly at her breasts.
“Don’t play stupid, you know exactly what I mean,” he said.
Holding her face with one hand, his other hand traced a line down her neck, down the white collar of her uniform, and played with her open button.
“Are you telling me, Chloe, that you walked into my classroom with this button open and you didn’t expect me to think you are a slut?”
“I don’t… I don’t know what you mean, Sir?”
“You don’t think I hear what the boys call you?”
His hand moved down, following the line of her collar and slowly flicking open each button. As each button popped open, he paused and said.
“Whore.”
Another button popped.
“Slut.”
Another button.
“Fuck toy.”
There were no buttons left to undo and transfixed Chloe let Mr. Wilson’s hand move under her open uniform and touch her bra. He pushed her head back and started kissing her neck, her soft flesh breaking out in small little bumps at the feel of his lips against her sensitive skin. Her body was reacting just as it did with her Daddy. She was deeply confused, not wanting her teacher to see she was turned on and not knowing why she was turned on.
He grabbed her small bra, taking hold of the elastic between her breasts, hooking his fingers under it and pulled. He pulled with such force that she rose out of her chair. He dragged her across the classroom to the front, where only minutes before he had been teaching. He threw her down onto the floor. As she tumbled to the ground her breasts fell out of her uniform, unable to stay covered now all the buttons were loose. Mr. Wilson laughed.
“Don’t move whore.”
Chloe lay motionless on the floor. Anticipating the feel of his hands on her flesh she tensed and snuck a look through her hair which now covering her face. He was standing over her, and as her eyes focused she realised he had his cock in his hand. It was poking through his zipper, and although not fully erect, she could see just how big he was. It flexed in his hand as he slowly rubbed the full length of it, looking down at her.
After the intense rush of being forced to the floor, a strange calm fell on Chloe. Watching a man touch himself in front of her was what she had been trained for. Deep down, part of her felt proud, knowing that this was how Daddy wanted other men to see her. She breathed slowly, deeply, and moved onto all fours, just as she did when she wanted Daddy to be happy. The storm had finally arrived, and the sound of the beating rain drowned out her thoughts. She turned to face Mr. Wilson and using both her arms pushed her breasts together.
He leant back on his table, his hardening cock enjoying the show.
“I told you not to move whore.”
His tone was playful, and she wasn’t sure if he meant it. Chloe stopped her head down, hair falling over her shoulders.
‘Now little girl, let's see if a teacher’s cock will make you concentrate more in class.’
His words were accompanied by a crack of thunder, and rain so heavy it seemed like it would break through the window.
“Crawl to me whore.”
Without hesitation she crawled across the floor. She could see her open school bag, her books half pushed in where she had left them only moments before. Chloe crawled, realising just how easily she’d slipped into being this stranger's slut. She stopped when she got to his feet. He bent down again taking her chin in his hand and pulling her up to her knees. As Chloe raised her face she saw his cock only inches from her lips. It was still not fully hard, so it rested semi-erect running down the seam of his pants.
He moved his hand down to her uniform and roughly pulled her breasts fully out of her dress. With one forceful tug, he ripped her ill-fitting bra off her breasts, and they bounced out, free at last. Greedy fingers quickly found her nipples and she felt them harden at his touch. Laughing again, Mr. Wilson addressed her. “Well Chloe, it looks like what they say is true…”
“Yes Sir,” she replied just as her Daddy had taught her.
His shoe pushed her knees open and immediately she felt its cold leather between her legs. He pressed it hard against her panties. Before she could react, his hands gripped and dug deep into her hair pulling her lips towards his cock.
“Suck it, you dirty little slut.”
She obeyed, licking her lips then opening them wide. The head of Mr. Wilson’s cock pushed against her tongue and slid into her mouth. His hands pulled at her hair until all of his cock was deep in her mouth and she breathed heavily through her nose. His shoe was still pressed hard against her panties, and he slid it slowly up and down. After a few strokes, she felt her wetness soak through her panties, working its way through the thin fabric and onto his shoe. The wetter she got, the easier it was for him to slide his shoe back and forth over her now sodden panties.
Chloe felt his cock grow in her mouth, slowly hardening. Mr. Wilson didn’t relent, holding her head firmly against his cock. Eventually, it grew too big, and she gagged, spluttering. He finally let go and Chloe gasped for breath, saliva running down her chin and onto her exposed breasts. She was starting to look as dirty as she felt, her mouth well fucked by her teacher. Just like the boy had teased her. If only that boy knew just how wet being used by this older man made her.
The storm raged, and it made her feel strangely safe like somehow it was protecting her, excusing this madness. However, she didn’t have long to think before Mr. Wilson hoisted her back on to her feet.
“Now you little slut, enough mucking around, your teacher is going to fuck you.”
He threw her down over his desk. She tried to get back up, but he pushed her down with a rough hand at the small of her back, her breasts pressed against the hard wood of his desk.
“Stay where you are whore… actually I have a better way to keep you still.”
He opened his desk draw, fumbling through the mess until he found a roll of brown packing tape. She felt his strong hands around her ankle, pushing it towards the leg of the desk. The sharp rip of the tape cut through the air as he wrapped it tightly around her ankle and the table leg. Quickly his hands were on her other ankle, pushing it further and further open towards the opposite table leg. She was sure she couldn’t stretch that far, but somehow he managed to pull her open until both her ankles were fast to the table legs, straining against the tape. She couldn’t move at all, and being stretched so far meant her uniform had inched up her thighs. She could feel that her pink little panties were exposed to him. She wasn’t sure why this embarrassed her, especially as she had just had his cock in her mouth, but she wriggled trying to pull her uniform down. A sharp crack across her ass broke her attempt.
“Owwww…” she cried out.
“Who told you that you were good enough to be covered up? Whores don’t deserve such luxuries. If you try and cover yourself again I will spank you harder.”
She felt his rough hands pulling her dress up over her hips. Now there was no way she could hide, only her tiny soaking panties covered her spread open, wet pussy. The clinking sound of his belt buckle could be heard over the low drum of the rain, and then she felt him grabbing her hands behind her back, pinning them at the base of her spine. His leather belt wrapping over and under, tightening against her wrists. Now she had no choice, no say, she was his little fuck toy.
She waited, expecting his cock, but tied so tight she couldn’t turn around to see what he was doing. She felt his hands tugging at her panties, but with her legs so wide open they wouldn’t slide down. Again she heard his desk draw slam open, and then felt cold, sharp metal on her thigh. All her muscles tightened for a second, unsure what he might do to her. Chloe kept perfectly still, dark thoughts pulsing through her, until she heard a snip, and felt her panties fall away. They were heavy with her juices, and her Daddy’s dried cum. Mr. Wilson picked up her destroyed panties and threw them onto the desk, they landed just next to her eyes.
“Look at these, whore, this is what you are. Never forget, these used, dirty panties, is the true face of the little slut that teases me every day in class.”
As he spoke his fingers finally moved between her legs, slipping over her smooth pussy, kept perfectly smooth just as Daddy ordered.
“What have we here, keeping yourself bare? Only a whore does that.”
He slid two fingers inside her, she easily took them. He had made her so wet that her body was ready to take all of him. His fingers fucked her pussy, and she felt her wetness gush down her thighs. She rarely became so wet so quickly, but she remembered her Daddy telling her that whores like to be used by strangers, they love to be exposed and fucked in public. She had never really believed him, but her pussy was telling her otherwise right now.
She’d never been fucked by a stranger like this. Sure her Daddy had shown her off, made her walk around in public with no panties, flash men on the bus, but nothing like this. Maybe her Daddy was right, either through his training, or something that was naturally inside her, but she couldn’t deny how wet she was having her teacher's fingers inside her. She found herself letting go, and unconsciously cried out.
“Please fuck me, use that cock and fuck me, Mr. Wilson,”
“Wow you little slut, let's see if my cock can shut you up.”
He moved behind her, pulling his fingers out of her pussy and wiping them through her hair. She could smell herself as her hair fell over her face, her juices sticking it to her cheek. Without any warning, Mr. Wilson plunged his cock into her pussy. He moaned, pushing his full length into her. Her legs hard against the desk had no give, so she couldn’t stop him until finally, the base of his huge cock slammed against her pussy lips.
It was a shock to feel her pussy open up to his huge cock. He wasn’t quite as big as Daddy, and he felt different. The head of his cock was rounder and she could feel it push deep inside her, rubbing against the sensitive walls of her pussy. It was strange to have a different cock inside her. Her pussy greedily took him, feeling every new sensation. She gushed back onto his cock as he pushed again, deeper, harder.
“Touch my clit, please rub my clit,” she begged him.
Before Chloe could say anything else, Mr. Wilson pushed her used panties into her mouth.
“Shut up girl, a cum rag doesn’t speak.”
She could taste her Daddy on her panties, and it made her feel safe like her Daddy was close. She didn’t get her wish, Mr. Wilson just kept fucking her pussy, like she was only hole made for his cock to use. He pushed more quickly, short fast little uncontrolled grinds into her.
She knew what it was like when a man lost control in her body, and she tried to relax, knowing he would start to use her like she was nothing—like she was an object that could be thrown away. Mr. Wilson was no longer speaking, only groaning as his hands grabbed at her breasts, finding her nipples and squeezing hard, his mouth on her exposed neck biting down. She was his toy, and she let herself be used, focusing on the pleasure deep in her pussy as his cock pounded into her.
She closed her eyes, and sucked on her panties, dragging her Daddy’s cum down her throat. Mr. Wilson was now overcome by her tight little pussy milking his cock. He slammed into her, the table jolting forward with each violent push. The intensity of it, the taboo was bringing her so close to orgasm, she felt it approach like a speeding car. She could feel it about to hit her, but just before it rushed over her body, Mr. Wilson stiffened and called out.
“You dirty little schoolgirl, take your teacher’s cum.”
She felt that familiar gushing deep in her pussy. He was pinning her down, not moving, but she could feel the head of his cock spasming deep inside her, filling her up. She was so close to cumming but being tied up she couldn’t touch herself. Frustrated she wriggled trying to get him to finish her off, but he held her tight. He didn’t care, he had used her, and he ungraciously pulled his cock out of her. The large head of his cock acted like a plug, so once it popped out of her his cum tumbled down her legs, dripping on the floor and making a stain that she would see every time she walked into class.
He said nothing, but she felt the scissors against her ankles as he cut the tape off her. He quickly unwrapped his belt from around her wrists and she fell to the floor in a mess of her teacher's cum, and her own frustrated wetness. By the time she looked up he was already zipping his pants, he didn’t even look her in the eyes.
“You’re a good slut, don’t spoil this by telling anyone,” he said.
And with that, he was gone. Her head was spinning as she pushed her breasts back into her bra and quickly did up her buttons. In her haste, she did them up wrong and was left with a button without a hole, theTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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