Rot Very After Dark

He was hard within five minutes of plopping down at his usual desk. The shirt was a little too tight and a little too thin, clearly showing the lacy bra underneath. *Only a slut would wear that,* he thought, and the thought settled the question and made his cock pulse. It would happen. Today.

When the bell rang he hung back as his classmates filed out the door and dispersed to their after-school activities, stepping just outside the classroom door and waiting. She was generally a well-liked teacher, but not so popular that students stayed longer than they needed. It only took a minute for the room to empty and her attention to turn to the whiteboard, away from the door.

As she began erasing her own writing in broad, practical swipes of the eraser, he eased back into the classroom, pushing the door shut without latching it. Before she registered his presence he was across the room and pressing her up against the board, his hands reaching around to squeeze those tits out of pure instinct.

He immediately discovered something very important: that lacy bra covered pierced nipples.

A strangled squeak bounced off the board, but his hands seemed to know just what to do: one pinched a nipple hard and the other swept up to her throat.

"Ah ah," he whispered. "No noise." When she began to protest, he tightened both hands until she shut up.

She was a chubby little bitch, six inches shorter than his height, but he liked that. Lots to grab onto. His free hand wandered down the other fat tit, crept across her soft stomach and then practically bounced off the tight fabric of her skirt instead of cupping her crotch like he'd intended. Thwarted, he growled and reached for the back of her skirt, intending to yank it up around her hips.

And that's when he discovered two more very important things as he pulled her skirt up across her ass:

She wasn't wearing panties.

She was wearing a butt plug.

He'd never even seen a plug in real life, but there it was, hard against his thumb, a crystal gem winking from between her cheeks. Her gasped "Oh, *no*" was half moan and half dread, and he fought exploding right there in his pants.

"Well, well," he said smugly into her ear, pushing his thumb against the plug to feel her squirm. "Who would have thought a teacher was such a little whore? I'll bet everyone in the district will be *very* interested to know all about this."

"Please--don't tell anyone--"

"Why shouldn't I?"

"I...."

She was trembling like a leaf under him and seemed at a complete loss for words. It was delicious.

"Go over and close the door. Don't scream or leave unless you want everyone to know what a slut you are."

With her skirt still at her waist, her ass waggled as she crossed the room with dragging steps and pushed the door till it latched with a soft click. He pulled his phone from his pocket and rapidly captured the sight.

Turning, she saw the phone in his hand and cried harder, standing helplessly by the closed door.

"You're ugly when you cry. Get back here." It wasn't true, but insulting her felt so damn good. He reveled in his newfound power.

"Kneel."

She knelt before him without protest. His cock could have cut diamond.

"Now look into the camera, bitch." Still sobbing, she did as instructed. He gave her what he knew from hundreds of hours of porn watching was the most important instruction: "Say, 'I consent.'"

"I consent."

"I want this and I'm just crying because I'm embarrassed."

"I want this and I'm just crying because I'm embarrassed."

"I'm a slut who wears sex toys to school and seduces students."

"I'm a slut who wears sex toys to school and seduces students."

His gorgeous, sexy teacher was on her knees just for him. It felt unreal, like a dream, like he could do anything.

He yanked her up by one arm, then threw her across her desk, facing it. He wasn't stupid, and he knew what a risk this was. It was time for more insurance.

"Now, pose."

"W-what?"

"Pose for me. Like a slut."

She didn't move, and he sighed theatrically.

"Fuck, you're stupid. Okay, fine. Reach back and pull those ass cheeks apart and show off that plug."

He directed her till he couldn't stand it any more, carefully taking photos that didn't show her face, only her plump body in slutty positions -- and her classroom, with plenty of identifying information. Showing off her plug, displaying her dripping pussy, arching her back. All for him.

In his fantasies he'd always made her suck his cock first, but that gem glittering in her ass pushed him far beyond that. All he could think of was thrusting inside her pussy while she was decorated that way, so he did.

He'd never felt anything like it. Certainly his hand was no comparison. She was so wet and tight and hot and soft. His to use. In his fantasies he'd always used her while cool and collected -- she was always the one in heat -- but he found himself humping her like a dog, strokes almost frantic.

"Do you like this, teacher bitch? Do you like this?" he panted against her hair. If she'd hoped her silence would cause him to take pity, she was wrong. He grasped her hips and fucked her harder.

He came far sooner than he wanted. It was just too good, better than his wildest dreams. He held her down against her own desk and shot ropes of cum deep inside her, marking her permanently and irrevocably as his victim. The thought made him twitch inside her and cum even more.

When he slowly, slowly pulled out of her and backed away, she simply slid off the desk and fell to the thin carpet. He stepped forward so that his messy cock dangled above her, and she met his eyes and whispered, "Please don't."

His silence was her answer. She began to reach for the box of tissues that had fallen off her desk along with piles of papers, but he stopped her with four words.

"No. Use your mouth."

She licked his softening cock without further protest, filling her mouth with their combined taste for the first time. Her tear-soaked face and the way her hands shook as she finished licking him clean and tucked his cock back inside his pants made him harden all over again, but he controlled himself.

"I'll see you tomorrow, my little whore, won't I?"

When she looked at the floor and didn't respond, he leaned down and wound one hand into her tangled hair, jerking up until she began sobbing again and scrambled to her feet.

*"Won't I?"*

"Y-yes."

"Yes, *what?*"

"Y-yes...sir?"

"That's better. You belong to me now, bitch, and you'll be respectful."

He pulled his phone from his pocket again and took more photos: his hand in her hair, her half-crouched body, her face twisted in pain, his cum down her leg. He released her so suddenly she collapsed onto the floor again, then turned on his heel and left her leaking his cum onto the carpet.

There were three more months till graduation. Life was good.