He pulled his hand up to the buttons on her shirt and pulled the shirt apart, revealing a laced brassier. “Why would a teacher wear such slutty lingerie if no one is going to see it?” he asked. She didn’t answer. She felt powerless against the six foot three inches tall high school senior.
“Maybe it’s that you were hoping this would happen!” he exclaimed, feeling his erection engorge the front of his jeans. He pulled his hands up to unhook her bra from the front, but she pulled her hand back and slapped him on the right side of his face.
Derek couldn’t help but laugh. He grabbed her right wrist and held it above her head. She pulled back her left hand to slap him again, but caught her hand in the air as it was coming to him. He held both her small wrists in his left hand, and brought his right hand up to unlatch her bra.
After it unlatched, her perfectly tan tits bounced out of the brassier. He could feel the blood rushing in his dick. He grabbed her tit, feeling the supple softness in them. He pinched and delicately twisted the left nipple, watching it get hard. He could feel her struggling to be released from his grasp.
“Why don’t you scream?” he asked, obviously curious. She shook her head, her hair flailing with her. Derek smiled, pinching her right nipple and leaning into her neck, slowly biting and sucking on it. He wanted her wet and dripping. She let out a squeal, trying to conceal the moan from the pleasure she was feeling. He pulled away from her and released her hands.
She stood there, her tits bouncing out of her shirt. She felt froze in place. She wanted to scream, but what would Derek do to her if she did?
Derek grabbed the phone off his desk and pulled up the camera app. He began filming Felicia, standing in front of him with her tits out. “Miss Felicia Lorraine, of Lincoln High School wants me to have sex with her.”
Felicia’s eyes got wide as she heard him talk to the camera
“No, no!” she protested, covering up her breasts with the shirt that was unbuttoned.
“This is documented proof, in case no one believes me. She told me that unless I had sex with her, she would fail me and get me kicked off the football team,” he said, then shut off the camera.
Felicia felt tears swell up in her eyes. She wanted to scream but could find no courage. She worried about her job. Would she lose her job because one of her students was sexually assaulting her? She knew any allegation against a teacher meant career homicide, whether she was innocent or not. “Why are you doing this?” she asked, still holding her shirt closed with her hands.
Derek walked towards her and slapped her hands. “Did I say to cover up those tits?” he asked.
Tears streamed down her face. “What do you want!?” she screamed at him.
Derek grinned. “I want you to be my little slut,” he said. He unbuckled the belt around his waist and unbuttoned his jeans. He pulled out his massive hard cock, taunting Felicia with it.
She looked amazed at the size of his cock. It wasn’t just long, but thick and engorged. Her heart skipped as he started stroking his cock with his hand, then held the phone up as a video camera again. He walked over to Felicia and put his hand on her shoulder. He pushed her down into a kneeling position, which she tried to fight off.
“I was hoping you would fight back,” he chuckled, using both his hands to fight her to her knees. He grabbed a fistful of hair from the back of her head. “Open your mouth slut!” he commanded. She started to push him away by his hips.
“That’s going to get annoying,” he said, then pulled his belt off his pants. He pushed her onto her stomach and straddled her back, feeling her squirm underneath her.
“Please stop!” she begged as he pulled her arms behind her back. He locked them both in the belt, tightening it so she couldn’t push him away, and so he could make her feel like the helpless little cunt she was. He grabbed her by her forearm and pulled her back up into a kneeling position.
“Please Mr. Mason,” she begged, her face streaming with wide-eyed tears.
“You’ll call me Master Mason when I’m giving you my glorious cock you whore. I have you on video with your tits out and a student in the room,” he said.
Felicia was feeling vulnerable, weak, and submissive at the same time. She felt she had no choice but to abide by his rules.
“Please, master,” she begged.
Derek yanked her by her hair, causing her to yell out. He shoved his cock through her parted lips until he hit the back of her throat.
“If you bite me, that video will be going viral within 24 hours. You don’t want that do you?” he asked. The look on her face was enough for Derek to know she would comply.
Derek continued pumping his cock into her throat. Felicia felt every pump hit her tonsils, almost making her gag. He hadn’t even put his whole cock in yet, and she hoped he wouldn’t. He held the phone in his left hand, pointing it down at Felicia as he bobbed his cock in and out of her mouth. Her tits were bouncing with each thrust, making them jiggle. He felt the warm slippery walls of her cheeks glide along his cock, making him even harder. He pushed his cock in as far as it would go. She was gagging and trying to breathe. She was already drooling down her chin and neck, soon to soak her tits in a precum and saliva mix. He pulled his cock out of her mouth, and watched her gasp for air as more saliva ran down to her tits.
“See? I’m not so bad. Out of the kindness of my heart, I let you have a quick breath. You should thank your master for it,” he said. Felicia turned her face away.
“Th-thank you master,” she mumbled.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you over the sound of my hand smacking your cheek,” he said. Felicia turned her face up to him, only to see his right hand smack her. She let out a stifled yelp, and turned her face back down. He grabbed the same part of her hair he had been holding onto and jerked her head back.
“If you don’t thank your master properly, then master’s little slut will be all over the news,” he taunted.
Felicia groaned with disgust, but realized she couldn’t win. He was loving every minute of this. “Thank you master,” she said, saliva still dripping from the corners of her lips and chin.
“Now, beg your master to give you more of his glorious cock,” he said, acting as if this was his right of passage.
“Please master, give me your cock,” she said, almost monotone.
Derek clicked his tongue. “No, no, no,” he said blatantly. He pulled her hair back and down, making her face him. “I want… you to beg me,” he demanded in a stern and clean tone.
“Please?” she asked, using a sweet and kindly tone. “Please give me some more of your glorious cock” she asked, then added, “master?”
Derek liked how her behavior was changing. He was about to break her at any moment.
“That’s more like it,” he said, shoving his cock back into her mouth. He held the phone higher to so show how much cock she could take. He kept his hand tangled in her hair, forcing his cock deeper with every forced pump into her mouth.
She started gagging as his dick started to venture further down her throat. She breathed harshly through her nose and felt his dick deep in her throat.