Upskirt teacher 2
When she was dry enough, she put her pajamas back on and began the task of splitting the long video of herself masturbating into manageable clips she could send to Mr. Peters. She watched it several times before building the resolve to send it. She could hardly understand what he would find enjoyable about watching her doing something so shameful. What would have been the point of even recording it if she did not send it though?
Questioning the attractiveness of it, she decided to do some research of her own. She used her phone to search for a cam girl site and entered one of the free chats. The girl was already in the process of masturbating with a cucumber wrapped with a condom. Paula’s eyes widened as she watched the girl’s cunt stretching to accommodate the large vegetable. She was facing away from the camera and had her large butt completely exposed. There was even something plastic sticking out of her anus, presumably some sort of butt plug.
Subconsciously Paula’s hands moved to her own crotch. She panted excitedly as she touched herself through her pajamas to the sight of a stranger stretching her own cunt. The cucumber slid in so easily compared to Paula’s fingers when she had tried to penetrate herself. She had a bottle of lube she kept squirting onto the cucumber whenever it got tough to push. This was like a profession for the girl. She made her living selling herself online like this. Paula knew she could never do something like this. The only person she could bear to see her was Mr. Peters. She would die of embarrassment if thousands of masturbating men were watching her live in a chat like this.
Paula had completely forgotten about Mr. Peters by the time he sent a reply to her video. She could already assume he had taken some time to enjoy it to the fullest. A moment ago she would have found that idea appalling but after masturbating to a different girl herself she somewhat understood. In fact, she was eager to hear that he had enjoyed her spectacle, despite her being nowhere near as professional as the cam girl.
“What did you think?” she sent a sly text back to him.
“Your orgasms are always intense,” he teased her.
“It’s sexy, right?” She was not really sure but she hoped it was true. After sending the message though, she became aware of a dull ache in her body. She had been so horny watching the cam girl but suddenly she felt like going to bed early.
“Can I make another request?” Mr. Peters was only just getting excited though.
“Sorry, not today,” she responded with genuine regret. She then linked him the chat of the cam girl. “Enjoy yourself with her. I'm gonna sleep now.”
“I guess little girls get tired easily,” he teased her again.
“Yet you’re the creep attracted to little girls,” she scolded him.
“But you’re so much cuter than this girl. She’s got a pussy that could fit three dicks at once. You can’t even get one finger inside yourself. You’re so innocent and shy and just plain adorable.”
Again, Paula was wrought with embarrassment. “Shut up!” she sent only one response before turning her phone to silent with the intention of ignoring him.
She did not learn until morning that he tried several more times to contact her. He kept apologizing and calling her cute. She could not help but smile as she read his messages. He was definitely a creep but she felt so special whenever he complimented her.
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At school the following day, Paula kept an eye out for Mr. Peters. When she saw him walking past in the hall, she stopped and waited for him to notice her too. He gave her a half smile but otherwise ignored her. Suddenly, she grabbed the hem of her skirt and lifted it, showing him the front of her white panties. He stopped and looked around, making sure no one else in the hall had noticed. She put down her skirt and walked by like nothing had happened.
A text came to her phone a moment later. “What do you think you are doing? Do you want to get us both in trouble?”
“It’s exciting, isn’t it?”
“You’re going to give me a heart attack.”
“So you don’t want me to do it again?” she asked slyly.
“I didn’t say that,” Mr. Peters broke down easily.
Later that same day, during gym, Paula was the first to arrive. She changed into her gym clothes and left the locker room before anyone else. She walked straight up to Mr. Peters and stood with her hands behind her back shyly. “Can I help you?” he asked without looking up from his clipboard on which he had the day’s agenda. He obviously had not realized who she was yet.
When he looked up, his expression changed. He looked around for anyone else before reaching out and touching the crotch of her spandex. She moaned excessively, causing him to check his surroundings for people again. He then pushed the fabric into her crotch slightly. She clenched her eyes and whimpered. Suddenly he pulled her into a hug and kissed her on the lips. She gurgled is surprise as his tongue explored her mouth for a brief moment.
She was gasping when he released his grip on her shoulders. She then felt his hands on her shapely butt, giggling and squeezing it. Then his fingers poked at her butthole and pushed the cloth of her spandex inside slightly. “What are you doing?” she moaned.
“I don’t know. I thought you hated me, so I'm just a little excited,” he admitted. She had to stand on the tips of her toes as he pulled up on her anus, stretching it painfully. “Do you remember that cam girl link you sent me yesterday?” he asked.
“Did you like her? She gets off being watched fucking herself with vegetables.”
“Why would I need her when I have my own private cam girl?” He tugged on her spandex slightly so they were digging into her crotch. “Did you see what she had inside her though?”
“The cucumber or the plug?” Paula gasped while trying not to moan or scream. Mr. Peters reached into his pocket and pulled out something small and black. It looked a little like a large candied ring pop but Paula knew what it was. “You’re going to put that in my butt?” she breathed out deeply.
“Do you want me to?” he teased her.
She leaned against him for support. She could hardly stand as it was. “It’ll be impossible to concentrate during class. I’ll feel it inside me with every step,” she moaned.
“So tell me not to do it,” he taunted her.
She bit her lip and just stared up at him with slightly watery eyes. Her mouth hovered open but the words did not escape her lips. Slowly he slid his hands underneath her spandex. With one he pried open her anus again and with the other he pressed the plug against the tiny opening. He paused right at the entrance, giving her one more chance to refuse. She bit her lip harder, causing it to bleed, but she did not refuse.
Her butthole felt like it was being stretched by a tennis ball. Her stomach twinged as she felt her bowels being exposed to cold air for a moment before the plug suddenly popped inside her. Immediately her anus closed around it, forcing some of the air back up inside of her. She grabbed her stomach and squealed against Mr. Peters’s chest while hopping on one foot.
When she calmed down enough she looked up at him. He leaned down and kissed her again before spinning her around and sending her back toward the locker room with a slap on the butt. She moaned loudly as she felt the foreign object putting pressure on her insides. She definitely was not going to be paying attention to gym class today.
Mr. Peters kept an eye on her all throughout the period. She was barely able to keep up with her classmates when running and had a distracted look on her face the whole time. Her eyes were almost never focused and she was obviously in discomfort. Every few minutes she would squat down while clutching her stomach. After a while, her friend Molly came up to Mr. Peters to ask that he let Paula sit out for the rest of the period as she had bad cramps.
“I’ll take a look at her,” Mr. Peters played the part of the concerned teacher. He approached Paula where she was squatting yet again and touched her back. She shuddered as he ran his fingers up her spine. He was trying to get a reaction from her. With his other hand he touched her stomach and pressed it inward. She felt the plug in her butt threatening to come out. She felt like puking and even covered her mouth in anticipation.
“I’ll take her to the infirmary,” Mr. Peters announced to the class. “The rest of you can just run laps or stretch.” Some of the students cheered while some of them groaned. Paula was utterly embarrassed as Mr. Peters pulled her to her feet and walked her out of the gym.
As it was the middle of the period, hardly anyone was in the hall. As soon as they were away from the gym doors, Mr. Peters scooped Paula up in his arms and began to carry her like a bride on her wedding day. “Hey, put me down,” she groaned in a slurred voice. She was drooling slightly and her eyes were still unfocused.
Mr. Peters ignored her and carried her all the way to the infirmary where he set her down on a cot. “Are you going to take it out?” she asked when she noticed him sliding her spandex off. Rather than answering, he pulled her panties aside and touched her wet cunt. She gasped and flinched. “No, you’re always doing whatever you want. I never said you could touch me,” she whined.
“Couples don’t need each other’s permission. They can do whatever they want to each other unless one of them says no,” Mr. Peters explained smugly.
“Are we a couple?” Paula asked in confusion.
Rather than answering, Mr. Peters climbed on top of the cot and pressed his body to hers. He covered her lips with his to keep her from speaking. She felt the bulge of his cock through his pants digging into her exposed cunt. She squealed into his mouth when she felt him uncover it and press his bare penis into her. It felt even tighter than her fingers the night before. He pressed against her cunt lips for a while, stretching the entrance painfully but it just would not slip inside.
Finally, he gave up being gentle. With one thrust he pushed into her sopping cunt, tearing through her hymen and making her feel like he tore the entrance as well. Her scream was muffled by his mouth but her eyes were filled with tears.
He pulled back slightly and then shoved in again. Each time he did, she’d squeal or scream but he never released her lips so she could not say anything. Eventually she calmed down. Her eyes became unfocused and she turned her head, breaking their kiss. Her body jolted every once in a while but she otherwise did not react as he sawed in and out of her.
Mr. Peters became steadily more affectionate. He kissed her neck and her cheek and even bit her ear slightly. Her touched her chest through her gym shirt and eventually lifted it and her sports bra up, exposing her breasts. She finally started to moan when he touched her exposed nipples. They were stiff and swollen. He sucked on one and pinched the other, making her groan out loud.
He paired each touch with a solid thrust into her loins. Her hips felt sore from trying to run with a plug in her anus already and this was not making her feel much better. Sensing her discomfort, he began to pick up his pace, intending to finish quickly.
Each time he thrust into her, she breathed out deeply. She had to pant to catch her breath after a while. Her tongue hung out and drool ran down her chin and pooled on her exposed chest. She could not feel any space between his adult sized cock and her tight cunt walls. Each thrust scrapped against them and made a sound not unlike someone snapping their fingers. She could feel each click as his cock would jolt forward as soon as it broke free of her clinging walls.
When she started to moan again, he put his mouth around her tongue and sucked on it, swallowing her drool greedily. It was an odd sensation for her as she was used to him pushing his tongue into her mouth instead.
When she felt him speeding up his thrusts again, she knew he was close to cumming. She broke their mouths apart in time to tell him not to cum inside her. Obediently he pulled out and moved up on the cot so he was straddling her waist and pointed his penis right at her bare chest to avoid getting cum on her gym clothes.
“It’s so warm,” she groaned as she felt the sticky white fluid splashing onto her undeveloped breasts. When he was done, he climbed off the cot and sat down on the floor. She swirled her fingers in the gooey mess and giggled. “Why is it so slimly,” she asked.
“So it can slide into your cervix easily,” Mr. Peters answered while standing up again. She did not notice him getting out his phone but she did see him snap a picture of her cum covered chest.
“Hey, delete that.” She sat up angrily. Her gym shirt slid down over her chest and began to soak up the sticky mess. “Ew,” she moaned.
“We should get back before the period ends,” Mr. Peters surmised.
“Let me clean up first,” she argued.
“No time.” He touched the front of her shirt, squishing the cloth in the gooey mess.
“You did that on purpose.” She slapped his hand.
“It’s so cute to think you’ll be wearing my cum for the rest of the period,” he laughed.
“You’re so gross.” She stood up and marched out of the infirmary. She stopped when she felt the bulge in her anus making it hard to walk again. “Damn it,” she whined as she reached behind herself, trying to grab the ring on the end of the plug.
Mr. Peters noticed and grabbed it for her. She could not even say anything before he pulled it out with an audible pop. She screamed and collapsed on the floor. A pool formed around her as she pissed herself from the relief of pressure.
Her face was red with anger and embarrassment when Mr. Peters pulled her back to her feet. She ran off down the hall without saying another word to him. With a sigh, he returned to the infirmary to grab a towel to clean the floor with.
Once again Paula ignored Mr. Peters for over a week. He sent her several messages reminding her that they were in fact a couple and that he could do whatever he wanted to her if she did not respond to him. He was simply being polite by giving her space but he had his limits too.
Paula fretted over what to do daily. She hardly believed him that they were a couple. He probably had a wife or girlfriend. She was nothing but his pet. He had a lust for little girls and she was how he fed it. She was not irreplaceable though. Even if they were a couple, they could not be a public one. Was there really even a point to trying?
On the other hand, if she did not give him some attention soon, he was probably going to find it somewhere else. Worse than learning he had an adult girlfriend, she could not stand the idea of him having another student that he messed with like her. She had given him everything; he had no right to seek out anyone else. Of course, that was as long as she kept him interested.
Finally she steeled her resolve. After ignoring him for yet another gym class, she rushed to get dressed and leave the gym before anyone else. She made it to her study period classroom first and hid underneath the desk that Mr. Peters always sat at. She could hear all the other students piling into the class one by one but she did not budge from her hiding place. She did not even respond when Mr. Peters said her name during attendance call. With a sigh he marked her tardy and sat down at the desk.
It was then that he saw her hiding in the leg space. He stared down with bulging eyes as she put her finger in front of her lips to shush him. He did not make a sound but instinctively checked his surroundings as usual. He was always careful about being caught ever since the incident at the semester assembly that landed him in this situation to begin with.
He watched as she took out her pigtails and put her hair back up in a single pony tail, the same way she did during gym class. She then pulled her uniform top off over her head, along with her camisole. She only wore a sports bra during gym as she was not developed enough to need an actual one.
Mr. Peters continued to stare down at her. She did not remove any more clothing. It was an odd but not unwelcome sight, a girl in a skirt and leggings but completely topless. He could already guess the reason. She did not want to get her top dirty with cum or drool during the event to come.
Her small hands found the zipper to his pants easily. His cock was already starting to swell in anticipation. She pressed her hot lips to the tip and waited as it grew against her mouth. Once she was sure he was at full size, she opened her tiny mouth and kissed the tip. She stuck out her tongue and swirled it around the head and then she pushed forward. Her mouth was already slick with saliva. His cock reached the back easily. She held her head down for several seconds, pressing the tip to her closed off throat. Then she pulled back and breathed in through her nose.
Eager to participate, he squished her cheeks with his hands and pulled her head back onto his cock. She had to breathe out through her nose again to compensate for the sudden invasion. His cock slammed against the back of her closed throat but did not break through. With a hand on the back of her head he pressed her down as hard as he could. She stared up at him defiantly, refusing to open her throat for him at all.
Finally he released her head and let her pull off of him. After catching her breath, she spent a second or two collecting mucus and saliva in her mouth which she spit into her hand. Then she began to stroke his cock with her slimy palm. “You’re so mean to me,” she whispered up to him. “Why do I let you do this to me?”
“I'm not being mean. This is what couples do. An adult could handle that much in her throat,” he argued.
“I'm not your whore girlfriend. You like doing this because I'm not an adult. You want to see me struggling.”
“It’s cute because you’re adorable and innocent,” he explained. “There is nothing sexier than a girl trying to use her body for the first time.”
“So you’ll dump me when I get more experienced?” Paula asked.
“By then I won’t have the energy to find another girl,” he assured her.
“Old man,” she mocked him.
He grabbed her head and slid his cock back into her mouth. This time her throat gave way and she began to choke. She pressed her palms against his chair and tried to push him away but he held her head down. Only when her eyes had rolled back and her face was completely red did he release her.
She covered her mouth to stifle the sound of herself gasping for air. She coughed and spat out more mucus and saliva. He touched her face affectionately but she simply punched him in the knee, causing him to cover his own mouth to stifle a yelp. “All you want to do is hurt me,” she hissed angrily.
Without warning, he pushed three fingers into her mouth and down her throat. She began to choke again. With his free hand he took out his phone and turned on the front camera so she could see her own face on the screen. “Look at that messy expression,” he taunted her. “You have drool and snot running down your face and your eyes are unfocused and leaking. I'm not even fucking your throat right now so it shouldn’t feel good for me, but it does. Just looking at your adorable face and knowing what you are feeling turns me on. Sex is about so much more than just penetration. It’s about watching your partner’s reaction to everything you do. I love your reactions, Paula. I want to see every face you can make.”
He snapped a picture and then pulled his fingers out of her throat. She took a minute to catch her breath again before pulling on the corners of her mouth with her fingers, stretching it in anticipation. He snapped an obscene picture and then pulled her head down onto his cock. It slid all the way back into her throat, curving downward and making it bulge on the outside.
“Good girl.” He patted her head as she struggled and failed to swallow saliva running down her throat around his cock. He could hardly believe how obedient she was. She did not need to enjoy what he was doing; she only needed to know that he was enjoying it. She got off on pleasing him; he realized that all the way back when she sent the first picture of herself to him. There were probably a dozen more painful things he could convince her to do before she would hit her breaking point. Of course, he anticipated her throwing more fits like last time. She had to at least pretend to have some dignity when he pushed her too far.
Paula’s throat gurgled as his cock slid in and out of it. It felt ribbed as it scrapped the shaft of his cock. He used her ponytail like a handle as he fucked her young throat harder than he had her cunt. A few times she caught herself moving her hand to the crotch of her panties. She stopped herself each time as she did not want Mr. Peters to think she was enjoying herself. In fact, she was far from enjoying anything about this. It was far too painful. However, if she let her mind go blank she could associate the dull thumping in her throat with the idea that he was pleased with her, and that turned her on.
After several minutes of constant throat fucking, even though her eyes were unfocused, Paula began to see white sparks. She had not been paying attention to her breathing and had not realized that Mr. Peters was now holding her head and pressing his thumbs against her nostrils. She was suffocating on his cock. She slapped his legs a few times but he did not let up. He wanted her to pass out.
Annoyed, she tried to relax her throat. She was worried but she also wanted to please him. She could feel her lungs burning as they tried to expand. The white sparks in her vision grew to encompass everything. She felt dizzier and dizzier as he continued to pull her head on and off of him as he pleased. She was a doll for fucking under his complete control. She could feel her legs getting wet as she pissed herself, having lost control of her muscle strength and relaxed her bladder. All she could feel was remorse at not having kept her clothes clean.
Finally she drifted off into unconsciousness. Her final thought was that Mr. Peters was going to have a tough time dealing with her unconscious body. She may wake up to him having been caught.
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Paula’s first instinct when she woke up was to try moving but she found doing so impossible. Her vision was still white so she could not tell why at first. Eventually when it cleared she noticed that she was lying on her stomach, bent over one of the desks in the classroom. Her wrists were zip tied to the seat of the desk as she was bent over the front. Her legs were spread and her ankles were zip tied to the legs of the desk.
Her skirt had been pulled up and was around her stomach. Her tights had been ripped so her crotch was exposed. Her panties had been pulled to the side. Looking out the window of the classroom she could see the position of the sun. Classes for the day must have ended a long time ago. She had slept through them all, presumably underneath the desk.
She could barely turn her head but she was aware of someone behind her. She felt them patting her on the butt. They played with her cunt for a while, sliding their fingers along the outside but not penetrating her. Eventually something hard slid into her. It was not someone’s fingers, it was made of plastic. “Corbin?” she called out for Mr. Peters but not by his last name in case whoever was doing this to her was not him.
“I'm here.” He patted her on the head. “When did you wake up?”
“Just now,” she admitted. “What are you doing to me?”
“I'm just trying out some toys I bought.” He moved to stand in front of her. He was holding several things she only recognized from the cam girl sites she had been frequenting recently. The one that worried her most was the anal vibe, a shaft of beads increasing in size.
She looked at him with genuine concern. “Is that going in my butt?” she sounded halfway excited and halfway panicked.
“It is now.” He grinned mischievously before disappearing behind her again. She gasped when she felt his hands on her ass again. He pried her cheeks apart and pressed his thumb into her anus. He swirled it around for a while, making her groan. Then he put his other thumb inside and pulled it apart. She felt cold air rushing inside her followed by a warm glob of saliva as he spat into her gaping hole.
He let her now slimy anus close before he took the vibe and pressed the tiniest of the beads against her hole. It slid in with some difficulty. Another glob of spit and he was able to get the second bead inside. He left her with the vibe dangling out of her ass as he went to retrieve something from the teacher’s desk. It was a bottle of moisturizing lotion one of the other teachers must have left.
She sucked in a large breath as she felt him squirt it out over her ass. He coated the rest of the vibe in it liberally and then pushed as hard as he could. It slid in halfway, making her scream. “Hey now, this isn’t even as big as my cock. How are you going to take that inside you if you can’t handle this?”
“Are you really going to fuck my asshole with your cock?” she whined.
“Do you want me to?” he asked.
“No.” She shook her head.
“Too bad.” He slapped her butt. “I'm gonna fuck your tiny asshole so hard you won’t be able to sit down properly for a week.” He pushed another bead into her.
“You always do the opposite of what I say,” she complained.
“You never agree to anything I ask though,” he argued.
“If I did, then I’d be a slut,” she argued back.
“Exactly, which is why I only do what you don’t want. That way you remain an innocent little girl. If you enjoyed any of this, then I’d be disappointed in you.”
“Who would enjoy getting tied to a table and having a stick shoved up their ass?” she spat.
“A masochist would,” he answered. “Actually, that might be fun to see; my poor little Paula struggling not to get turned on by the pain I inflict on her. She wets herself every time I spank her and cums just from having her anus stretched.” He shoved the vibe further into her, eliciting another scream. “Are you getting turned on?” he asked coyly.
She shook her head. “It hurts so much. I can’t feel my butt anymore. It’s gone numb.”
“Let’s test that, shall we?” He lifted his foot and stepped on the end of the vibe. She groaned as he pushed the last bead into her ass with the force of his foot pressing down on it. “Did that hurt?”
“I can’t tell,” she gurgled. He lifted his foot and brought it down again, shoving the entire handle of the vibe into her ass. This time she shrieked in pain.
“Looks like you can still feel something,” he mocked her.
“It’s too deep.” Her eyes vanished in the back of her head and foam frothed at her mouth. “I can’t feel my butt but now it’s in my guts. It’s stabbing my insides. Please take it out.”
“You just have to get used to it,” he refused. She whimpered as he pulled the plastic shaft out of her cunt and replaced it with something small and round. It immediately leapt to life inside her, vibrating and shaking against the walls of her cunt, not to mention aggravating the vibe in her ass.
“Stop, please stop,” she pleaded as she began to piss herself again. The vibrator was shaking against her bladder after all.
“I thought you’d be better at holding it in at your age,” Mr. Peters scolded her.
“I'm sorry,” she screamed deliriously. “I'm sorry I'm a bad girl who wets herself all the time. Please take it out. Please let me go to the bathroom.”
“You need to be punished first.” He pressed the tip of his cock against her wet opening.
“No, you can’t fuck me right now. I won’t be able to take it. My pussy is shaking and my ass is so full. It won’t fit. I'm gonna die if you fuck me.”
“Listen to you. So adorable,” he laughed as he shoved his cock into her. She screamed and thrashed against her binds as his cock pushed the vibrator up inside her. “That’s quite the sensation,” he groaned as he felt it shaking against his cock.
Her screams devolved into blubbering whimpers and yelps quickly. She almost seemed to be laughing half the time. She was being tickled from the inside. Mr. Peters reached underneath her and fiddled with her clit as he continued to thrust into her slick tight cunt. He could hear her muttering to herself deliriously.
“He’s fucking me. He’s fucking me with something shoved into my butt. I was a virgin last week but now he fucks me whenever he wants. He’s going to break me. I'm not a whore. Why does he treat me like this? It hurts all over. I can’t move. I can’t feel my butt but all he wants to do is fuck me. I'm his toy. He will keep fucking me until I die or he finds another girl who can take it. I'm nothing but a worthless slut.”
Mr. Peters stopped moving and pulled out of her. Paula collapsed on the desk, gasping in relief. “Thank you,” she managed to gurgle. With a knife he cut the zip ties binding her to the table. She slid off the side of the desk and landed on the floor. “I want to go home,” she whimpered.
He pulled her to her feet and then sat her on top of the desk. She watched with unfocused eyes as he took off her wet torn tights and her panties. He lowered her skirt back down and retrieved her blouse from underneath the teacher’s desk. Though she looked fully dressed, she was missing her under garments. They were too wet to put back on her though.
She stared at him with her gleemless eyes as he wiped her legs dry with a towel from his gym bag. “Should I take those things out of you?” he asked gently.
She shook her head. “It’ll hurt too much right now. I can still feel the vibrator inside me. It tickles.”
“The battery will die soon,” he assured her. She nodded and raised her arms, waiting for him to pick her up. “I can’t carry you all the way home,” he admitted. “What would your parents say?”
“I’ll walk, just not yet.”
He picked her up and carried her out to her locker so she could collect her bag and her homework for the day. She was shaky on her feet but she managed to walk down the hall and out the front of the school. He checked his surroundings carefully before leading her toward the teachers’ parking lot. “I’ll give you a ride home,” he offered her.
She nodded calmly. She had one hand pressed to her stomach so she could feel the vibrator shaking inside her. “I'm sorry,” he finally apologized. “I got carried away.”
Tears flooded her eyes suddenly. “You said couples stop when one says to,” she reminded him. “You didn’t stop!”
“I didn’t think you were in that much pain. I just thought you were so cute and I wanted to see you react more.”
“Can we break up?” she asked miserably.
“Can you give me another chance?” he pleaded. “I promise it won’t hurt next time.”
Paula frowned as she stared down at her feet. Everything she knew told her not to give in. He was a creep who enjoyed taking pictures of little girls’ panties. No, he enjoyed fucking them and shoving things inside them. He was a predator. She had hardly convinced him to take her feelings into account over his lust just today. It was definitely going to happen again.
However, what else was she going to do? She was not going to find a boy her age to start a relationship with, not after all of this. If she gave up on this relationship now, she probably would never date anyone again. She had to try at least one more time to make it work.
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During the entire ride home, Paula kept her hands on her stomach where she could feel the vibrator moving inside her. The sensation of it rattling the beads in her ass was painful but otherwise it was ticklish. She kept a slacking dazed look on her face with drool running out of the corners of her mouth as she bit her bottom lip.
Every once in a while her body spasmed on the verge of an orgasm. Her knees fell apart and slammed back together repeatedly, making a wet slapping sound. Mr. Peters reached over and lifted her skirt so he could see her glistening cunt and her bare ass writhing on his car seat. Just the sight turned him on.
“Don’t stare,” Paula whined.
“There’s nothing like a girl’s exposed pussy,” he breathed out contently. She reached over and grabbed hold of the bulge in his pants, presumably as payback. After removing his cock from his pants and stroking it for several minutes, she undid her seatbelt and leaned over the center console. She spent the rest of the trip with her head in his lap, licking his shaft and bobbing up and down in an almost mesmerized state. She was definitely focused on her task. Mr. Peters kept patting her head and calling her a good girl.
When they arrived on her street, he parked the car a block down from her house to avoid being seen by her parents. Paula poked her head up above the window sill and checked for her parents’ vehicles in the driveway. She had saliva and precum dripping down her chin. After confirming that her parents were not home she opened the door and stepped out of the car.
“Hold on,” Mr. Peters called after her. “How about we spend some time in the back seat first,” he suggested hopefully.
“I still have two toys inside me,” she argued.
“Just keep using your mouth,” he countered.
“Now that you’re hands are free, you’ll attack my throat,” she accused him.
“You’re throat is so tight and velvety,” he did not make any excuses.
“I have to pee.” She picked up her pace, trotting down the sidewalk. She suddenly stopped just in front of her driveway, grabbing her stomach in pain.
“Doesn’t look like you’re gonna make it,” he teased her. He was actually surprised when she squatted down next to the driveway above a shrub and let loose a gush of yellow urine. “Oh.” He blushed slightly. She really could not hold it. The vibrator must have still been pressing against her bladder.
After she was done peeing in the shrubs, she stood up and headed for the door, holding her skirt up above her waist to keep it dry. Her cunt and ass were completely exposed to anyone who might have been looking. Mr. Peters stepped out of his car and followed her to the door, staring at the lines of pee running down her thighs and soaking into her socks. Her cheeks were red with embarrassment but she was trying to ignore him as she fumbled with her keys.
She did not close the door behind her after finally entering the house. She fully expected Mr. Peters to follow her. She shed her skirt and her blouse on the stairs on her way up to the second floor. Mr. Peters followed the trail of discarded clothes to the upstairs bathroom where he heard the water already running. He was not surprised she wanted to take a bath.
The thought to leave or to wait patiently for her hardly crossed his mind. He entered the bathroom without warning, and with his phone in his hand. Paula noticed him taking pictures of her naked body as she stood outside of the bathtub, waiting for it to fill with water. She tried to smile but it looked awkward. She posed with her fingers in a V and tried not to blush too much when he continued to snap more and more pictures of her.
“Are you just going to stand there, or are you gonna help me?” she asked after a while.
“Help you bathe?” he asked in confusion.
“It’ll be a good excuse to touch me all over,” she assured him.
He grinned as he set his phone to record a video and placed it on the counter next to the sink. He took a bottle of soap and began to lather his hands. She gasped when he touched her bare skin. His hands slid over her shoulders and brushed her breasts as he ran them down her front. She was not surprised when he stopped to scrub her crotch. “Maybe I could get the vibrator out like this,” he suggested while pushing a slippery finger into her.
“No, you’d have to put your whole hand in me, and I don’t want to become a stretched hole,” she argued. Instead he pushed two fingers into her anus and grabbed the ring on the end of the beads. “No!” she shrieked as he pulled it out. It made a suctioning sound as air filled her once stuffed bowels. She grabbed her stomach and fell against the wall gasping. Her legs were wobbling and she could no longer stand.
“It looks so empty.” He prodded the slightly agape hole with his fingers.
“Please, I can’t take any more today,” she pleaded with him.
“I just want some satisfaction. I haven’t gotten off since you passed out under the desk,” he explained.
“It’s too big, it’ll never fit,” she argued.
“I’ll make it fit.” He pulled her against him, sliding his cock in between her thighs.
She gasped as he intentionally rubbed it against her cunt, threatening to let it slip inside. The soap made it easy but it stung her insides slightly. “I’ll hate you,” she gave him one last warning as he leaned her forward so his cock head was aligned above her cunt.
“It’ll be worth it.” He shoved into her anus, lifting her off her feet with their difference in height.
She shrieked as the soap allowed him to slide all the way in. “Oh god, you’re stretching me. You’re cock is straightening my intestines.”
“Really?” Mr. Peters tried to feel her bowels through her belly. Instead he felt the still moving vibrator.
“I hate you so much,” Paula groaned. With his hands under her arms, Mr. Peters lifted her up so his cock popped out of her asshole, causing her to gasp in relief. He then dropped her back onto his shaft. Like a breaking rubber band, her anus snapped open to accommodate his cock again. The tip scrapped against the side of her curving bowls until it came to a snug stop even deeper inside her than before.
Paula’s vision went white with pain. She even passed out for a moment or two, her chin hitting her chest limply. When she woke up she looked over her shoulder at Mr. Peters. “Are you trying to kill me?” she asked deliriously.
“I'm just reminding you that you belong to me and I get to do whatever I want whenever I want,” he explained.
“I'm not a person anymore,” she responded in her daze. “I'm your property; your personal fuck hole.” As if to show his agreement, Mr. Peters pulled out and shoved back into her ass again. “I'm gonna die.” Paula promptly threw up down her front. Before any could drip onto the tiled floor, Mr. Peters moved her above the bathtub. He kicked off his shoes and stepped in as well, letting his socks become soaked along with his pant legs.
She moaned when he sat down on the edge, sitting her down in his lap. Her eyes were barely visible as they rolled around in her head. He simply continued to bounce her in his lap, fucking her bowels and stretching her anus. He was fully aware that he was raping her. She had specifically told him not to do this today. He almost did not care. It was a miracle she did not turn him in when she caught him taking pictures of her. It was the answer to his prayers when she started sending pictures of her own. He had always wanted to fuck one of his female students and she provided him with the opportunity. He was not going to give it up, even if her parents walked in on them at this very moment.
“I love how small you are,” he whispered in her ear while rubbing her front with his still soapy hands, specifically her breasts.
“Women your own age just don’t do it for you?” she breathed out defiantly. She was still lightly jealous with the idea that he had a real girlfriend while she was only his toy.
“I don’t like grown women,” he answered in a slightly cold tone. Paula stared over her shoulder at him, waiting for an explanation. With a sigh, he continued. “I had an older cousin who used to come over to play when I was young. She was curious about a boy’s body and used me as her guinea pig.”
Paula was genuinely surprised. It was no wonder Mr. Peters was not interested in older women. He preys on younger girls because he wants to be the dominant one in the relationship. “After what happened to you, I thought you’d be more understanding. Why are you doing this to me when you hated what happened to you?”
“I don’t think this is the same thing, Paula.” He kissed her without warning. “I fed my fantasies by taking pictures of my students’ skirts. I never once intended to force myself one of them.”
“What are you doing to me right now?” she argued.
“It’s not because you’re my student,” he assured her. “I like to think of you as my girlfriend,” he admitted.
Her face turned red. “Adults can’t date kids,” she tried to argue.
“What am I supposed to do; wait until you get older? You might find a boyfriend or your parents might move away. I'm interested in you right now. Yes it’s because of your age that I became interested, but right now it’s because it is you. I'm not going to go out and find another girl to date when I already have the one I want right here.”
“We’re not dating, you’re sticking you cock in my asshole,” she corrected him.
“Would you like to go on a date?” he asked while pushing into her, just because he could.
She gasped and moaned before responding. “How can we do that? We can’t be seen together outside.”
“You can come over to my place some time. Just tell your parents you’re visiting a friend’s house.”
“If we’re alone inside, all you’re going to do is fuck me,” she continued to argue.
“Can you blame me? You’re so adorable and innocent looking. The last thing I expect when I see your face is your tiny mouth to open and start drooling in anticipation of sucking on my cock. Don’t tell me you don’t like it too.”
Paula was still blushing as she thought about it. She really liked the sensation of his cock pushing on the walls of her mouth and throat. It was spongy and warm and it bent in a way that excited her. She loved watching his reactions as she licked it or wrapped her lips around the shaft. She liked being in control of his pleasure. Unconsciously, she squeezed her anus a little harder while thinking, trying to copy how she normally squeezed his cock with her mouth.
“Naughty girl.” He pushed on her waist, forcing her down onto his cock more.
Paula looked at his face with slightly glazed over eyes. “When I watch the cam girls, they are all moaning when they push their toys inside themselves. The ones with boyfriends sometimes have sex in front of the camera. They look like they’re enjoying it but I can’t be sure. All I can see are their bodies moving. I can’t feel it inside like I do right now.
“I can’t say it feels good. It hurts a little but it feels special. It feels like this is forbidden, like I should protect myself more and not let you do this. But being connected to another person like this is addicting. I feel like if I’d made one wrong choice I’d be all alone right now. If I said the wrong thing to you you’d have left me. It’s something so private that you need to find the exact right person to share it with.
“Everyone says that we should not indulge ourselves like this because we’ll become spoiled. I agree but I can’t help myself. I came so close to missing out on this that I don’t want to let it go. I want to do it as much as possible before we stop being able to.”
“We’re not going to stop!” Mr. Peters assured her.
“You don’t know that. We could get caught, or you might get tired of me, or I might find someone I like more than you.”
“While that is always a possibility, I just can’t see it happening. Can you imagine my adorable little Paula walking up to a boy in her class and raising her skirt for him? Can you ask anyone other than me to fuck you?”
“I’d die of embarrassment,” she admitted.
“For now at least, what we have is as special as you said. I am the only person you can do this with.” At that moment he stood up. She groaned as she felt his cock moving inside her. Actually it was her bowels moving around it, trying to straighten as her legs dangled down since she was no longer sitting. His cock did not allow her bowels to straighten though and instead scrapped against her insides sensitively.
He pressed her front against the wall of the shower and pulled back so only the tip of his cock was inside her. Her anus squeezed the head tightly in anticipation. “This is going to hurt, isn’t it?” she asked
Rather than answering, he simply shoved into her, misaligning her bowels again and scrapping the walls with his cock. She groaned as she felt her insides being packed up deep inside her. She put her hands on her stomach and tried to feel him on the other side. She felt something hard but it may have just been her compacted insides or perhaps the vibrator in her cunt. The battery had started to wear down and it was hardly moving anymore.
Mr. Peters took his time sawing in and out of her bowels as she adjusted to his girth. She was moaning contently to the warmth of the friction and gasping slightly each time he stretched her. When she was completely comfortable, he pulled almost all the way out again and shoved back in. His hands pressed on her back, pushing her chest into the wall and forcing the air out of her lungs. “You definitely want me to feel you,” she wheezed breathlessly.
He gave her a long kiss that took even more of her breath away, leaving her face slightly red with lack of air. “Your kisses make me dizzy. I think I’d pass out if I didn’t have this rod in my butt.”
“It’s such an inappropriate thing for someone your age to say, isn’t it,” he was fascinated.
“And yet it’s your dick inside me,” she reminded him. “Would you like it if I let just anybody put their dick in me?”
“Of course not. You’re not a slut who has sex with anyone. You’re cute and innocent and that’s how you’ll stay.”
“Then why do I let you fuck me?” she asked.
“Maybe you like me?” he suggested hopefully.
“I hardly know you,” she admitted. “I don’t know why I let you do this to me. Sometimes I really regret ever texting you.”
“You don’t mean that.” He ran his hands over her front, trying to stimulate other parts of her body than her butt in hopes of calming her down. “You may not like everything I do to you but you like it enough not to stop. You’d regret it if this never happened.”
“I guess you get to make up my mind for me now. I'm just your fuck hole after all.”
“I don’t want just a hole. I want an adorable girl like you who won’t get used to acting like a slut and won’t leave me,” he tried to assure her.
“What a conversation to have while still in my butt,” she argued.
“I think this is the perfect time to have this conversation.” He pulled her back into his lap and kissed her again, making her even more dizzy. “Will you be my girlfriend?” he asked slyly.
“No.” She tried to stand up. He waied until she was off his cock before yanking her back down. She screamed when her anus snapped around his girth again.
“Don’t say that. Say you’ll be mine,” he pleaded.
“I won’t.” She shook her head.
“You think I’ll just let you go?” he was getting a little worried.
She shook her head again. “You’ll keep fucking my brains out forever. I'm your fuck hole. I don’t get to say no.”
“Is it fun for you?” He turned her head he could see her face. She was blushing while averting her eyes.
“You don’t want a slut,” she reminded him. “You’re gonna have to keep raping me then.”
“Don’t temp me.” He spun her completely around in his lap, stretching her asshole the whole way. “I’ve been holding back for years. You’re the first student I ever touched but that doesn’t mean I haven’t always wanted to. I’ll do everything I ever dreamed of to you,” he warned her.
“If you leave me, I’ll tell everyone what we’ve done and you’ll go to jail,” she gave a counter argument. Mr. Peters shook his head while smiling. She had him. He would definitely never be able to cheat on her. She would ruin his whole life.
She leaned back and let her legs fall open, exposing her bare cunt to him. It was odd to be able to see it fully while still fucking her. His cock would be obscuring his perfect view of her private place if he was not abusing her tight asshole instead. The sight turned him on, causing his cock to swell and stiffen. “Whoa, what’s happening?” she gasped as she felt her anus stretching even more. “It’s burning hot. I think I'm gonna pee.” She covered her crotch with her hands and just barely managed to redirect a warm stream of liquid down into the tub.
When she was done squirting, he grabbed both her wrists with one hand and lifted them above her head. With his other hand he pulled one of her ankles aside, exposing her glistening cunt to his view again. She moaned as she felt his cock swelling once more, just from the sight of her young entrance. “You really want to stick it in there, don’t you?” she teased him. “You can’t. That toy is still inside me.” She contorted her muscles in an attempt to squeeze the vibrator out. Instead she tightened her anus on his cock and caused his next thrust to practically turn it inside out. She screamed in pain before passing out for a moment. White flashes were all she could see for a long time.
Mr. Peters took advantage of her slightly limp form and lowered her head into the tub while keeping her butt in his lap. He kept her legs lifted while holding her practically upside-down. Her shoulder blades were all that were touching the bottom of the tub. Practically straddling her from above, he slammed down into her asshole again, waking her up jolting. It took her a moment to orient herself and realize what was happening.
“No, this is how porn stars fuck!” she whined. “I'm not like that. You’re going to break me!” Her pleas were slightly drowned out by the water from the shower hitting her face.
Mr. Peters ignored her, shoving his cock straight down into her and rearranging her bowels once more. He kicked the plug to the drain by accident and the tub began to fill with water. Paula stopped complaining when she felt the water lift her hair off the bottom of the tub. It rose to cover her ears first. Eventually she had to take in a large breath and hold it. When Mr. Peters noticed her face underwater, he swung her up into his lap again. She landed with force that impaled her with his cock even deeper. Her head rolled around in disorientation for a while before she was able to speak again.
“I'm gonna be sick,” she groaned. “It feels like you’re fucking my stomach now. I can’t feel my butt anymore. It’ll probably never close fully again. What a horrible thing to do to a girl’s body.”
“You’re young. Your body is resilient,” Mr. Peters assured her. She had no time to respond before he pulled her into a crushing hug. At the same time she felt his arms around her bare shoulders she felt something hot stinging her insides. Glob after glob of warm cum splashed her sore bowels causing her eyes to water in pain.
Having not gotten off properly all afternoon, there was a lot more than normal. She swore she could feel it filling every crevice of her slightly hollowed out intestines. Finally he pulled out, leaving a trail of sticky white thread from the tip of his cock to her anus. She gasped in relief as air cooled her hot insides, rubbed raw from the friction of his cock fucking her.
He tried to smile at her but she looked more annoyed than anything. “If you remove the idea of sex from what we just did, it becomes pointless and awkward. You literally just had part of your body resting inside me for nearly an hour. It was my butt no less. It’s gross and weird and should not happen. It seems sexy at first but after you cum you realize you’re just weird. Why do you enjoy sticking things inside me?”
“You’re gonna have a long time to figure it out.” He slapped his cock against her wet cunt, making a smacking sound as he threatened to penetrate her again. “I'm gonna be filling every one of your holes whenever I want from now on.”
She looked like she wanted to argue but instead she simply nodded. She had an exhausted look on her face and she was still trying to catch her breath. He took off the rest of his clothes and tossed them to the side of the tub before sliding down into the water which had continued to rise. She let him lather her with more soap to clean the fresh sweat from their recent activities.
He gave her another long dizzying kiss as he probed her cunt with his slippery fingers. She squealed into his mouth but did not break away. He pushed more fingers into her abused anus and smeared his own cum around inside her bowels. She squirmed in his arms but otherwise did not struggle. She was his toy and she knew it. There was no point in trying to escape.
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