He smiled at her as he said "good girl." He started to get hard as he looked down at these beautiful girl before, his cock starting to push against his pants.
Frightened she started to look up at him, but her eyes caught the outline of his cock and she started to stare. He notice where her eyes were staring and smile, reaching down and rubbing his cock through his pants. "Oh you want this don't you my little slut, isn't it?"
She said nothing but just look up at him, still staring at his crotch. He grabbed her face again and squeezed her cheeks. "Answer me slut."
She tried to fight back a bit but not giving this man the satisfaction. "No"
He suddenly took his cock out and started to slap her face with it as he looked down at her. "I think your lying slut, I think your pussy is soaked right now, and your mouth is watering wanting to get a taste of this cock."
She stayed quiet as she looked up at him, trying to be defiant, and not let him think that he had any power over her. Suddenly her reached down and pushed her onto her back and shoved a hand under her skirt and started to rub her pussy. Since she wasn't wearing any panties, you could hear the sloshing sound of that wet cunt as he started to rub it.
He smiled and kept rubbing as he looked at her. "Ah, look at that, I knew you were lying, your soaking wet you little whore." He pushed a finger slowly into her as she let out a loud moan of pleasure, her body starting to respond to his manipulations of her pussy.
"No please stop," She moaned half heartedly, as her body started to wiggle under his touch.
He looked at her knowing that she was loving it no matter what she said, and he started to rub faster. She moaned louder, her hips raising up to meet his touch when he suddenly pulled back and put her back on her knees and slapped her with is cock again.
"Take it in your mouth whore, show me what a slut you are." He said as he held his cock in front of her lips.
"Please I shouldn't do this, just let me go home." She said as she looked at him.
He looked down with a mean look on his face, saying that he wasn't making a request. She resigned to her fate and opened up taking his cock in her mouth, as she started to bob her head slowly up and down on it.
He smiled as he watched her pretty mouth wrap around his cock. "You better not bite slut, or I will punish you, and believe me you won't like that." She started to moan a little as she got into the sucking, all the fantasies she has had over the past months of exactly this happening coming to her head, her body started to respond to her situation. He grabbed her head and pushed his cock down deeper, making her gag on it a bit as she tried to keep up with him as he started to fuck her face. She did her best to keep up, trying to work it with her tongue to get it wet and easier to slide in and out of her mouth as it didn't look like Jay was going to let up at all. He just keep pushing it deeper and harder in her.
Finally he pulled out and pushed her on her back and reached down pushing two fingers into her pussy. She moaned and writhed around under him as he started finger fuck her hard. Her body unconsciously humping back against his fingers as he looked down and smiled.
"Well look at you now, your body just begging for more aren't you, what a little slut you are." He fingered her faster and faster, feeling her on the edge of an orgasm when he pulled out and stood over her.
She panted and moaned as she looked at him confused, her body so close, needing it so bad. He stood over her stroking his cock, before he leans down and starts to rub it against her pussy.
"I can see it in your face slut, you want this, no you need it, and I want to hear your beg for it." He smiles as he kept teasing her with that cock.
"No, no I don't want this, your raping me, let me go." Moaning softly, her body completely giving itself over the pleasure, wanting it so bad. Thinking that if she just acts defiant she can still convince herself that she is a good girl and that this wasn't her fault. Suddenly he pulls away and walks towards the couch and sits, turning on the TV and acting like nothing just happened.
She looks over at him confused, while she is still on the floor, on her back with her legs spread, her juices glistening on her thighs. "What?" She says as she looks over with surprise in her eyes.
He just callously responds while watching TV, "You said you didn't want this, that I was raping you right? I guess I was wrong about you being a slut, you can go now."
She looks at him, and stares at his cock, which is, still out in the open and hard. "But, all that stuff you just did to me, you can't..." She starts to get up and keeps staring at his cock.
He looks at over at her, "You have to two choices, either you beg for this cock like the slut whore that you are, or you can get the fuck out."
Knowing she should just get up and leave, she gets up onto her knees and looks at him, about to get up and leave when she quietly whispers, "I want your cock please."
He acts like he couldn't hear that and just keeps watching TV. She waits for him to respond and then finally says louder "I want your cock please." He still says nothing just ignoring her. She gets more frustrated, her body aching for it now. "Please damn it, fuck me I need it, im a little slut and I need to be fucked." All her frustration over the past few months pouring out as she yells, and finally he turns and smiles.
Quickly he comes over and grabs her pulling off her skirt and top and putting her on all fours as he gets behind her. He stripes off his clothes and takes his cock and starts to rub it against her pussy watching her squirm around, wanting it so bad.
"I knew your were a little whore from the first time I met you, and now I am going to take you as my slut." He pushes his cock in, feeling her tremendous tightness, as he pushes deeper and harder into her.
Ashley lets out a loud moan of pleasure, trying to adjust to his large size as he pushes into her tight pussy, her body wiggling around in pleasure under him. He gets his cock all the way in her and starts to move in and out, building a rhythm as he fucks her tight body.
"Good little whore take my cock, this what you were made for isn't it, to be a man's little fuck toy." Starting to grunt as he fucks her harder, her whole body shaking and sliding under him. Her tits swinging as she moans louder, getting the fucking she has needed for so long.
"Ahh yes I am a fuck toy, that is my purpose, oh fuckk I love it." She screams and moans as she bucks against it, fucking him back as he pounds her tight hole. Her head tilts back as her whole body shakes and screams out "Aieeee," cumming hard on his cock. Her body goes limp as she finishes cumming when suddenly she feels his cock pull out of her.
Jay takes her and puts her back on her knees and strokes his cock in front of her face as he looks down at her. "This what you needed isn't it, to be shown what a little slut you are, to be put in your place and taken like the fuck doll that you are."
"Yes I needed it, I love this, I don't want to ever go back, I am a fuck doll." She moans as she looks at that cock, wanting to see that cum, wanting to feel it, wanting to be HIS whore.
"Beg for my cum, accept my cum all over your pretty little body, and let me mark you as mine. If you want this, if you want to be my personal slut slave, you will beg."
He keeps stroking his cock, waiting for her reaction.
"Yes please, cum on me, I want it so bad, I've never felt like this before, I need this so bad please give me that cum." He smiles and strokes one more time, letting his cock explode and cover her pretty little face in cum.
He breathes heavily as he looks down at her, covered in his cum, her pretty little face dripping with globs of cum. "Good girl, from this point forward you will refer to me as Master. Your body belongs to me now, you are now a fuck toy, my personal slut property to do with whatever I want. You don't get to say no to me, your body is mine to do with whatever I want, I will use you however I please and I can let anyone else you use you as it pleases me as well."
She looks up at him knowing that this is her defining moment now, and realizing that this what she has needed all her life. "Yes Master"
Smil
ing he picks her and looks at his new toy, so petite standing next to him. "Good girl, you and are going to have a lot of fun together, so long as you remember that you are owned now."
"Yes Master, I understand I belong to you now and you can do whatever you want with me." He smiles as he hears her say this and reaches behind her and squeezes her ass and gives her a light spanks that makes her yelp.
"Slut, you made a mess." He points down to the cum on the floor that dripped down from her face and she understands what she means and gets down on all fours and starts to lap up the cum. She cleans it all up, giving one last swipe with her tongue before she gets up on her knees and looks up and smiles at her Master.
"That's a good little whore. Now get dressed I am going to take you shopping, we need to get you some new clothes that shows you as you are, a slut slave. Your going to be doing a lot for me little whore, starting with being my new slut maid tonight for my poker game." He pushes a finger into her pussy as she moans and steps onto her toes as he fingers her. "These holes are going to be used well my little slut, wait till you see what I have in store for you next..."
She looks up nervously, but never so happy and satisfied in her whole life.
The End.
Second Chances
One of my classes is critical to all students graduating high school. They must get a passing grade or else they cannot move on to whatever awaits them beyond the hallowed halls of the only high school in this county. It is English after all, our native language. I moved here from the city because I wanted peace and quiet. I had thought that maybe my experiences would be different. But I see the same amount if not more students just squeak by or drop out. Then they go on to local farms thinking that perhaps they don't need the education since they already know the trade.
It's June and just six days before the last day of school and I have one that I just got out of a meeting with an hour ago. Betsie, she seemed to slack off way too much, and I had to tell her she will not be graduating with her class, and that she will have to take the extension course this summer instead of working.
With a blank expression she tried to reassure me that she could pull it off. She wanted to work all summer and reach her goal of getting out of this small town. This was the reason I gave her one last chance. But like so many, the pull of family needs to keep the local trade going is stronger than any free will they might have left. She came in to tell me she was giving up on it entirely. I tried to get her to reconsider so she could at least march with her class at graduation. She said she was not interested. I had cut her a lot of slack in the two years I have had her in my English class. She had been very ill her freshman year and had to be held back. Now age 19 and older than all of her classmates, I guess I expected her to lead the pack, so to speak. But it just wasn't happening.
I was sitting in my office during the last week of school, finishing up my grading. I was not in a particularly good mood because another one of my students is throwing her life away. Not to mention my wife of 20 years left over three months ago to go back to the city we came from. The trouble had been brewing for a long time. She had told me that if I wanted to fix things I need to join her. When I called her last month she told me she had moved on. It seemed to be no wonder that I was having a difficult time getting through the usual end of the school year disappointments. I gathered my papers, and turned off the lights in the classroom. I went over to the door, opened it and twisted the lock with my key.
I sighed as I rested my head against the door, "What am I doing here?"
Realizing that I forgot something, I unlocked my door and went back into my office. I let the door close behind me and I go back around the corner to my office and library to grab the stack of essays I forgot to pack. As I put the stack into my bag, I hear a knock on the classroom door. It is barely audible from my little corner office at the back of the classroom, and I go around to see who it is. It was Betsie, the girl I had the meeting with. She seems anxious or nervous about something. I go over to let her in.
"Betsie what can I do for you," I said as I inched the door open a bit.
"Can I talk to you?" she asked politely.
"I am getting ready to leave, can it wait until tomorrow?" I sighed.
"Well yes...but I would like to talk to you now if you have a minute," she said with desperate eyes.
"Ok", I sighed and motioned for her to come in.
I couldn't help noticing that she had changed her clothes and her hairstyle from our meeting earlier. She looked more provocative as if she was trying to be noticed. I had not realized that such tight clothing was allowed at the school.
"Let me set these down," I said as the door closed behind her.
"I have given some thought to my future and...well I need to work this summer for the cash, but, I don't want to be someone who didn't finish high school and ends up regretting it," she said softly.
"You never know if you might end up needing that high school diploma that you've worked four years for," I smiled as I sat at my table in the front of the class and folded my hands.
"I know," she sighed, "Is there any makeup stuff I can do to at least get a C and pass so that I can work this summer or is it a lost cause?"
"Well hmm," I said as I stood, "When I talked to you earlier I told you the best option was to take the two week extension which is very intense and do over what you had trouble with. It would be difficult to catch up in the week that's left".
"Oh," she said with a sigh.
"Wait a moment," I smiled as I walked over to my small out of the way office.
I heard her start to follow me as I walked. I thought that maybe I should have asked her to stay where she was because I do not usually allow students back there so that they have contact with testing materials that they have not seen yet. But since exams are done, I didn't see the harm. However, it caught me off guard when I turned around and she was right directly behind me. I looked down at her for just a second and she smiled at me. It was infectious and I looked away quickly, and went to my desk. I sat down and went in to the drawer to bring out her folder. I set it on my desk and busily went through it without looking up.
Looking out of the corner of my eye I could see that she seemed to want to sit down on the chair on the other side. Glancing over to acknowledge that she could have a seat I was frozen for a second by her attire which I had said is different than the jeans and t-shirt she was wearing earlier. My first thought was not so appropriate and I tried to cover it in my own mind. I made a mistake, and a big one. I swear it was an accident that I stared. She sat in the chair with a tank top and a mini skirt. I could tell right away that it was far against the dress code that the school allows. For the bottom half of her body, did not have much to hide it. I was about to speak to her about it, then realized that I had been staring. I glanced up and saw her smile, and quickly looked away and back to my work.
I think I even heard her snicker a bit as I fumbled with her papers in the folder. I had to recover, so I got down to business and began figuring exactly what she needed in order to actually graduate. I frowned from her lack of attention to my class as I made a list just to show her that it would be impossible. I don't enjoy giving bad news, so I just did so and got it over with. I looked at her as I finished and saw her expression of disappointment, mixed with a little desperation.
"I'm sorry," I sighed. "I don't see how you could get it all done this week. I don't have to remind you that you should have done this work to begin with."
We talked for a while and she eventually told me that she wanted to try anyway. I let out a sigh because I thought that I would be wasting my time and hers, but I did as she asked. She took the assignments and left. I stood as she started to walk away and again my eyes gazed upon her. I watched her feminine walk as she did not look back. Even after she exited my classroom I stood thinking about those long legs that I know she had brought out on purpose. I can't help thinking it worked because I really should not have given her that work
knowing full well that she couldn't pull it off.
One week later...
It has always baffled me how students can have such an opposition to following instructions. But with amazement I had passed everyone in this year's senior class. All except for one, that is. One more appointment and the school year for me is officially over. This does not count graduation tomorrow of course. I never miss that. I just have one more duty to perform. I was not looking forward to it. That was of course if she even shows up.
She was late by over thirty minutes. I gave her that chance, but the work she passed in this morning is not complete. She has no choice now but to take the extension or forget it entirely. In my disappointment, I had already filled out her paperwork to turn into the office. I just couldn't help thinking of the hard road she has ahead of her not finishing her basic education. Who knows what she will have to take for a job. A rather bright student in this year's class had a sister that failed to graduate two years ago. When I asked him about her, he said she never smiles anymore. I remember that situation, and it was so similar to my only failing student this year.
"Marry a rich guy," I whispered to myself, instantly regretting the thought.
But I began to think how that might not be so difficult for her. She is striking, with her long red hair, and thin body. As I began to think about her, I quickly realized again that I really need to get out more and meet some people.
"Ok I've had enough," I said and finished the paperwork.
Quickly I picked a few things up, and headed for the door. Locking it, I closed it behind me. Suddenly I head heavy running footsteps behind me.
"Wait, please!" Betsie said as she approached.
"Your late," I said as I opened my door.
I walked back over to my desk and set my things down. I sat heavily in my chair. She handed me a fairly large essay. I looked it over a moment.
"This seems good, but Betsie it still leaves you the one assignment short," I sighed, "And a big one too."
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