“You’re late.”
“Sooooooo-rrrryyyyyyyyy,” she said in a playful tone while she strolled to her seat at the table. She dropped into her seat, unaware of the instructor’s fierce gaze.
“It’s not okay,” he said, his voice firm. “We were discussing Andrew’s work. Do you have any feedback on his submission?”
“Oh, I, uh-“
He caught her off guard and put her on the spot.
“You read it, right?”
“Yeah…”
“So what did you think of it?”
“I mean, I liked it.”
“You liked it? That’s what you have to say? You liked it?”
“No, I -“
“So you didn’t like it?”
“I do, I just -“
“Which is it?”
“I thought it was good.”
“You said that already.”
She didn’t respond. The whole class sat there like statues. The tension thickened. Everyone waited for the instructor to move on, to break the silence, to say something to get them out of this moment.
The instructor’s posture was stiff. His angry eyes still fixed on hers. She shrunk away from him, slouched over herself like laundry falling off a line.
“If you say anything else today, it had better be something smart,” he snapped.
“Yessir,” she said, as quiet as a mouse.
He could barely contain the swell of excitement he felt when he saw that he had broken her down. At this moment, he knew she was his.
He turned to Andrew. “Do you have any specific questions about your submission?”
Andrew, the athlete in the room, shook his head, no.
“Alright. Let’s move on to Kevin…”
The instructor shuffled through the papers on the table in front of him and found a stapled piece of writing. He flipped through it, then glanced over at her. Her hands were in her lap, her head hunched over.
BANG
He slapped the table in front of her, jolted her to attention.
“It’s Kevin’s turn,” he barked.
She nodded, then pulled an iPad from her purse. The class waited for her to pull up Kevin’s work on the device and review her notes.
“Are you ready?” the instructor snarled.
She nodded.
He pointed at Kevin, the pretty boy in the class, “his writing sucked, right?”
She nodded.
“Why?”
“It’s derivative, unoriginal, navel-gazing bullshit.”
“Good,” he exclaimed, pleased with her assessment.
“What she’s saying, Kevin, is that we’ve all read your home-for-the-holidays-and-I-miss-my-ex diary entry a thousand times.”
Kevin clenched his jaw.
The instructor glared at him, then looked back at her. “If the dumbest bitch in the class thinks it sucks, and can identify why, I think you have a lot to be ashamed of, Kevin.”
Kevin nodded, taking the hit.
The instructor leaned back in his chair, stared at his class, then looked at her one more time. “How old are you, dumb girl?”
“Nineteen.”
“Hmm.”
The class remained silent.
“Everyone take a break,” he said, igniting a sudden shuffle of students getting to their feet and bowling out of the room.
But she knew to remain seated.
He sighed as he stood up. He walked to the windows and raised the blinds. He could see clearly into the buildings across the street, and made sure that everyone could see clearly into his classroom.
He stood behind her, put his hands on her shoulders.
“You’re always late.”
He eased his fingers through her hair.
“You skip class.”
His fingertips dragged across her scalp as he gathered her hair into a pony tail.
“You never read your classmates’ work. You turn in your writing late.”
“I-I-I’m sorry.”
“That’s not good enough.”
He yanked her hair. She yelped as the burning pain ripped across her head. He pulled up as if he was trying to dangle her by her hair. She held her breath as she coped with his strong grip and the excruciating sensation in her scalp.
“Take off your clothes,” he commanded, yanking her hair a little higher.
Her desperate hands fumbled the buttons on her blouse. He watched as her fingers crawled up the front of her top and finally peeled it from her tense body. She opened her skirt and let it fall to the floor.
He looked her up and down. Her muscles were clenched, her feet were arched and stiff as she stood on her toes.
He let go of her hair.
She gasped with relief and fell back into her seat.
“No, get on the table.”
“What?”
He grabbed her by the ribs, his hands under her arms, and sat her at the end of the table. Her feet dangled over the floor as he reached around and unlatched her bra. Her breasts fell and her nipples were hard. He slapped at them, grabbed them in his rude grip and mashed and twisted.
“D-d-do you like my tiddies, sir?”
“I’ve seen better,” he growled.
“I’m sorry they’re not the best.”
His hand struck her cheek.
“Lie back,” he ordered.
She obeyed, and splayed herself out over the center table. He reached up and grabbed the waist of her panties, then rolled them down her legs. He looked over at the windows and saw the blurry shapes of people in the buildings across the street, and audience for their vicious game.
“They’re watching,” he informed her as he pushed her legs apart. “Does that make you wet?”
“Yessir,” she said as his blunt fingers pulled her labia open. “Do you like your slut’s cunt?”
He spit on it, then said, “It’ll do.”
He lanced a finger inside, twisted it around, moved it carelessly as he felt her tightness, her slickness, the feel of her pampered little pussy. He pulled his finger out then pinched her fleshy lips. They were smooth and unblemished.
“Did you get waxed?”
“Yessir.”
“You’re a rich girl, aren’t you?”
“I am.”
“Your dad’s paying for school?” He opened his slacks and folded them over the back of his chair. He eased his boxers off, let his thick cock hang in front of her.
“My mom is.”
“Does she know you’re a teacher’s slut?”
“No.”
He arched over her body. Her legs spread around him, her ankles clamping him in place. He gnawed on her breasts, her neck, while his strong hands pressed her wrists into the table above her head.
He rubbed his hard cock onto her pussy, slid his tip up and down her wet slit. He grabbed her hips, pulled her closer to the edge of the table, slid his hard cock over her tummy so she could see just how deep he can go.
And then he stabbed it inside her. She moaned as she felt his girth cutting through her tiny body. He was reckless, hammering deep and hard and fast. His hands gouged into her skin as he gripped her tight and fucked her raw. The table shook and bucked beneath his thrusts as his balls clapped into her body and her cunt oozed and dripped and splashed below.
As she trembled and wailed and felt her body getting stuffed, she saw bodies entering the room. Kevin and Andrew and the other students.
“Gather around,” the instructor said through grinding teeth, “she’s making up for being such a bad student.”
He reached down and squeezed her neck while grinding his meaty cock into her spot. He saw her gasp for air, felt her clawing at his forearm. He didn’t let go. He brought her to an orgasm and kept fucking, kept pounding, keep making her feel him shredding her insides.
He pulled out his dick.
He looked at her gape and watched it settle shut. He smeared his blunt fingers over her ass, felt all her wetness and fingered it inside her. He grabbed the back of her knees, pushed them back, and then jammed his cock into her tight ass.
It wouldn’t let him in.
“Relax,” he told her.
“Yessir,” she said, doing her best to obey.
She felt the alarming, sharp sensation of his angry dick tearing into her. She felt the pressure, the thickness, the size and the length. She felt him plow deep and then drag himself out. She had a moment of relief, and then he stabbed faster, deeper, sending a shriek from her chest to her throat.
He fucked her ass. He fucked it hard. He claimed it for his own.
She saw all the young men around her open their slacks and take out their cocks. She saw them getting hard, she saw them stroking.
She felt him pull out. Her body went limp. She lay there, breathing.
He climbed onto the table, straddled her chest, and shoved his cock down her throat. Tears streaked down her face as he made her choke on his dick. He forced it further, then dragged it out over her tongue. He cupped the back of her head, kept his cock in her mouth, and unleashed a tidal wave of his hot cum. She frantically sucked and licked him, taking and swallowing every drop.
“Good girl,” he said, petting her hair like a pet.
He twisted off her body.
“Andrew.” He called Andrew to the end of the table. “Put your cock in my slut’s cunt.”
Andrew stepped forward and thrust his big, strong dick into her blown out pussy.
“Kevin.” He gestured for Kevin to climb onto the table. “Fuck her mouth.”
Kevin straddled her face and slid his pretty cock into her mouth.
The rest of the students gathered around, taking turns cumming all over her naked, vulnerable body while the neighbors across the street watched from their windows.
The instructor paced the room, watching his students do their sloppy work. “No cumming inside her,” he warned as Andrew hammered away at her cunt. “That goes for you, too, Kevin.”
Kevin pulled out of her mouth and blasted his sweet cum all over her neck.
“Thank him for his cum, slut,” the instructor commanded.
“Thank you,” she whimpered, still getting slammed by Andrew’s dick.
Andrew backed away and shot his cum across her thighs. He erupted over her cum-covered body.
“Good!” The instructor clapped. “Who wants to go next?”
A pair of students raised their hands as the instructor positioned his hard cock on her gaping hole. “One of you get started on her mouth, I’m going to cum inside her cunt this time.”
He looked down at his little cum whore and said, “We’re going to be here all night.”
