by Sasha Scott
This also gave me the chance to sample a new feature that Slut Finder promised me for reaching level three. Before my eyes the outfit that Rebecca was wearing seemed to changed. Her skirt got smaller, her stockings began to turn into thigh high socks and her whole upper wardrobe changed shape. She was being dressed up as a schoolgirl.
Slut Finder had really outdone itself. Scanning the area for hot babes, that I could understand. Hypnotizing woman for my enjoyment, I could get that too. Actively transforming what they were wearing as well? This app had to be witchcraft surely.
Seeing her in a school uniform changed my perception of her in an instance. No longer did I see a seductive teacher, all I saw was a sexy, young, schoolgirl.
“Make sure the door is locked and all the blinds are shut,” I told her firmly, “Then come back here and lean over you… I mean, my desk, for your punishment.”
She was getting close to drawing blood her teeth were squeezing that firmly onto her plump lips, painted up in a deep shade of red which went just right with her hair colour. I swear I saw her shiver.
“Hmm, yes sir,” she giggled out sweetly, skipping of all things over to the door, making sure that we could not be interrupted. She skipped to and fro, masking us from the outside world so we could have our private play together. Once she was done she returned to where she was told, bending forwards over what was truly her desk but in her mind was mine, pressing her hands down onto the wood as she pushed her hips back towards me.
While she was busy I’d already spied something I was interested in. It was a long, wooden, meter long ruler. Did she just have this to fill a stereotype? It was fine by me as I used its end to catch under her skirt, sliding the short piece of fabric up her back, exposing her ass. The pair of plain white cotton panties, I wasn’t sure if Slut Finder had included them to or not but she wasn’t going to keep them for long.
“You’re a bad girl, aren’t you Becky?” I growled down at her as I let my hands sink into her pale cheeks, squeezing her soft ass in my grip before slipping up to grasp her panties. “And now you need to be punished.”
Her legs were already shaking from just a little bit of teasing. Not that I minded, making herself seem so vulnerable was an easy way to make any man feel more primal, more alpha.
“Yes sir, I’m such a bad girl. Naughty little girls like me need to be punished or we’ll never learn.”
A moan poured from her lips as I peeled down her panties, unveiling her perfect round ass. It wasn’t big, it wasn’t fat but it was apple shaped and so tenderly soft. For a petite girl like her it was right in every way.
Slipping the panties to the bottom I noticed a trickle of wetness hanging down, joining the fabric and her pussy lips together. Had she really gotten wet already? No wonder she was an A+ rating.
“Did you get wet already Becky?”
“Hmhm, yes sir.”
“But I’ve barely touched you, you schoolgirl slut.”
To fix that unfortunate lack of attention I grasped onto the meter long ruler and sharply swung it into her round cheeks, letting the flat wooden surface spank into her, making a squeal rush from her lips.
“Ah! I’m sorry sir!”
“Tell me what was it? Was it when I stripped you? Was it when I touched you? When I ordered you what to do? Or are you just a slutty girl who lusts for her teacher?”
I swatted her again along her ass, marking her beautiful white skin with a long red lash which crossed over both of her cheeks. Marking such a soft backside filled me with such feelings of power.
“I-I don’t know sir!” she stammered out with whimpering breaths. If her legs were shaking before they were about to collapse now they were trembling so hard. “A-all of them?”
“That wouldn’t surprise me. I’ve never seen such a masochist student in all my days.”
A pleasant noise of skin being slapped against wood filled the room everytime I swung up and spanked the underside of her round tush with the ruler, every spank leaving a red mark that ran across both cheeks. Anybody who saw her ass today would no that she’d been given a spanking.
Her cries got louder and louder as more of her ass was discolored. Her hot moans were going to get us discovered if she didn’t learn to control herself.
“Becky, do you want to be seen like this?”
“No sir…” she moaned out hotly, wet saliva dripping out of the corners of her quivering lips.
“Then why are you screaming so loud? You think nobody will hear it?”
“S-sorry sir, I wasn’t thinking…”
“No you weren’t and that’s why you’re a bad girl. Be good and listen to teacher for once. Keep yourself quiet or everyone will know you’re a slutty girl who gets off on being spanked.”
The cheeks of her face were just as red as those on her ass, and the edge of her desk was matted with the juices which had been pouring from her pussy. She may have been whining but her body was loving the attention.
I got back to work, swatting her ass with the ruler. Like I asked her she shut herself up, biting down firmly onto her bottom lip as her chest pushed down, squeezing firmly across the wooden surface of the desk while her hands grasped at the other side for grip, making the whole thing shake between us.
Her knees were tilted inwards, almost knocking together as she trembled. Those long, sturdy, legs of the past were long gone, replaced with quivering limbs covered in dripping juices.
I kept spanking to see how long she could hold it. How long would she be able to stay quiet without crying out. I was surprised how many lashes it took, especially with her ass already glowing red. I was into the double figures, just about to hit twenty when she cracked and her mouth shot open, gasping out a squeal.
Leaving her be she quivered into the desk, tears running down her glowing cheeks as her ass ached from my spanking. Of course though I wasn’t done with her.
While she was distracted with whimpering like a child I was unzipped my pants, letting them fall around my ankles. I’d been throbbing ever since I’d stepped into the room and it’d only gotten worse as time had passed. I’d enjoyed abusing her soft ass so much I’d been holding back from using an A+ rated pussy. No longer.
“Good girl” I said down to her as I pressed my thick manhood into her juicy pussy, spreading her lips around my fat gland. “Here, I’ll give you a treat for trying so hard to please me.”
S-sir?” she whimpered out as she felt her tightness being spread open to accommodate me. She may have been much older than an actual schoolgirl but it didn’t stop her pussy from being so unbelievably tight.
I managed to finally get my hard cock inside, her hot pussy like a vice around me. Sure I was bigger than the average guy and I had a lot more to give but that didn’t change the fact that this pussy was amazing. This thing would be able to strangle the meat of any guy who was lucky enough to use it.
My hips didn’t want to stop moving until I had pushed up every inch into her insides, her pussy seemingly pulling me in as it hungered for my cock. It was too alluring, too enchanting. I thought my landlady and my boss were good but this was on a different level.
With my loins on fire, buried in that hot hole, my hands pressed around the desk and gripped the other side firmly, starting to hammer myself in with all the force I could muster. I couldn’t help it, I was in love; I was in love with A+ rated pussies!
The entire desk rattled beneath my force, all the fixtures and objects being knocked down and scattered across the floor as I put all my power into drilling the tightness that I was pressing down on the top, that glowing red ass being compressed and spanked around by my body.
Becky’s cries once again began to fill up the room as her insides were being stirred around by my tower of throbbing manhood. Her knuckles were turning white she was squeezing down that roughly on the desk’s edge and her legs had long collapsed beneath me.
“Quieten down,” I growled at her, all my primal desires being pulled out by the amazing tightness of her bod
y, “You’re going to get us caught.”
“But sir I can’t help it. Your cock, your cock sir, it’s just too good!”
She was really going to get us caught at this rate. I lifted up a hand and forced my thigh fingers into her mouth, pushing in and bulging out one of her cheeks, spreading her lips open and letting the drool pour out. It may have gushed slobber down her own chest, staining the uniform, but it at least kept her noises muffled.
I could keep her noises contained but I was finding it hard to keep myself contained. I’d been on the edge for a long time by my standards and now I was using a pussy that was better than any I’d ever encountered. My orgasm was coming and there no fighting it.
“I’m gonna cum now Becky. I’m gonna cum now and seed your hot schoolgirl cunt. Are you listening? Your teacher is about to fill you up with his kids. Get pregnant you masochist slut!”
There was no way I could hold back. I pressed all of my weight down onto her, burying every inch I had into her body and let my seed release. It was like a hose, unleashing a torrent of thick, molten white cum into her cock squeezing insides. My body trembled as the most powerful orgasm I’d ever built washed into the soft hole beneath me, her entire body spasming as all of my seed was unloaded into her womb.
We laid like that for a few moments, the two of us doing our best to regain our breaths, the ones that our passionate fucking had taken out of us.
Slowly when my body was on the road to recovery I drew my hips back and allowed my cock to slip free from between her pussy lips, a thick gush of white pouring out, trickling onto the desk below.
“Wow sir,” Becky said from her daze; I wasn’t sure if she was going to be completely out of it. “You came so much. There is no way I won’t be pregnant.”
“I’m not too sure,” I said as I reached around her body and pulled her up from her desk.
“Ah! Sir! What are you doing?” she squeaked in surprise as I lifted her smaller body in my powerful arms, squeezing her back first against my chest. I rubbed my throbbing manhood tightly between her legs, milking the whimpers out of her before I sunk myself back into her creampied slit.
“When I said I was gonna knock you up you didn’t complain. Didn’t fight it. You just accepted it like a schoolgirl slut, didn’t you?” my hips shaking as I scolded her, bouncing her on my length as I held her body up in my arms.
“Yes! Yes sir I accepted. I accepted your thick, fertile seed was going to get me pregnant.”
“There is no helping you. You’re a bad girl. A slutty girl who loves getting knocked up by her teacher. Here.” I picked up a piece of chalk next to the blackboard and handed it to her. It was nice to see this school still used the classics. “I want you to write down lines for me.”
“But sir!”
“No buts. I want a hundred lines about what a slutty girl you are, wanting her teacher’s baby inside of her.”
I clenched her thighs tightly, really holding her body up in position for me to pound up into while she whimpered against the board, splatters of juices making a mess along the bottom. Just like I told her to do she outstretched her shaking arm, chalk in grasp, and began to slowly and messily write on the board.
She was doing a piss poor job but it was to be expected with the way I was making her bounce sharply on my dick, the hot slap of her already glowing ass clapping down into my lap filling the room. Her backside really was getting a punishment.
Finally she managed to sprawl out one awkwardly written line.
“Read it for me.”
“But sir…”
“After every line I want you to read it back to me.”
She whimpered, my commanding words drilling down into her. I wasn’t hypnotising her into obeying me with my words, simply she couldn’t disobey my strict tone thanks to the hypnosis from earlier. She was an obedient, slutty, school girl.
“I… I…” she moaned out as her eyes watered and her lips drooled, her entire body jiggling as I used her amazing tightness to milk out my engrossed cock. “I am a slutty girl who wants teacher’s babies.”
“Now again,” I commanded as I drilled up into her A+ rated body, my heavy sack slapping into her underside as I was far from satisfied. Like the obedient thing she was, she began to write again.
No matter how many times I came, or more to the point how many times she came, I didn’t allow her to ease up on her current activity. I made her write on all the board she could reach from our position before moving across to give her some fresh area to work with.
There was cum dripping down onto the floor, showing the path we had travelled, as I fired orgasm after orgasm into her womb, the excess pouring out of her body; there was just too much for her petite body to handle.
The board was soaked in her juices, hot, squirting, orgasms firing out one after the other while the upper portion was turned white thanks to her words. They had almost became a mantra for her, chanted time after time.
Finally when there was no more room for us to cover on that board, the sentence repeated a few dozen times, I took a few steps back and sat on a desk in the front row, looking at the masterpiece, keeping her on my lap.
“Hmm not bad. See, you can be obedient when you want to be.”
There was no answer from her. Her head was sprawled back over my shoulder, hot, moaning, breaths pouring from her body. She had been forced into a double figure of orgasms, it was only natural she would struggle.
My eyes glanced up at the clock when we were sitting. Damn, it was getting close to the end of our time. We’d already worked through her first hour break and the second was approaching the end. I couldn’t be caught like this and I was sure she’d prefer not to be as well.
“Sorry baby girl but our lesson is almost over. Let me just finish up here so you can clean up.”
I began to show my intensity again. For me two hours was nothing, just a normal night spend watching adult films. I allowed my hips to swing up and down like a piston, clapping into her lower half which was glowing red raw. Her moans poured around the room as I could feel my final orgasm of the session building and once again it was going to be a big one.
To thank her pussy for being the most amazing hole I’d ever felt I released a thick torrent of baby batter into her womb, adding to her already bloated belly with another hot dose of cream. Her toes curled up tightly as she squealed in bliss as her body was given the injection it craved. A+ girls really were the best.
I peeked from outside the room as I undid the hypnosis. Something I’d learned from my first two lays was that the hypnosis wasn’t permanent and would deactivate when I next wanted to use the app. Now that I’d had my fun I allowed the hypnosis to cease.
Both her mind and her clothing returned to normal. If it was anything like with my landlady or boss her memories would be good too and she’d simply be confused about the situation she was left in.
I couldn’t really hear but I saw her freak out when she saw cream all over the floor and the desks, as well as derogatory words written all over the board, Rebecca quickly starting to clean it up, confused about the whole thing.
Another successful operation then and I didn’t even lose my job over this one. With everything in order I began to walk away from the scene of the crime, giving my phone a quick check. Level four unlocked.
If level four was going to help me find some more A+ talent I was happy. Only the best would satisfy me from now on.
Level 4: The Teen
My last experience with Slut Finder had only made my lust for more stronger. When I first saw the rating of A listed in its target list and sampled those delicacies I didn’t know how things could get any better. Once I was given access to A+ I knew I wouldn’t be getting any better.
The sex I had with that teacher, even if she thought she was a schoolgirl during, was so intense I knew there was no way back for me. To keep my libido in check I needed to find more girls of that quality.
Thankfully I was now onto level four of the Slut Finder
program which meant a larger scanning range which was fortunate. A rated girls were more common than I initially thought they would be; A+ was a needle in a haystack. Even with the out of this world scanning function my phone could now achieve, it was a long morning spent hunting.
My body was lusting for its next prey. As I traced the city streets, moving out of the last scan range and into the next, I could feel myself throbbing powerfully in my jeans. I needed to find someone quickly before I passed out from a lack of blood.
The first scan I did showed nothing, except for my previous experience, handedly marked as previously encountered to help me keep track. I couldn’t go back for more though, I craved a new experience.
The second scan, moving into the city, still failed to bring up any A+ rated women. I could feel my body starting to shake. It felt like I was going into withdrawal.
