As the teacher’s hand-chosen object of demonstration for the all-boys sex ed class, she had been instructed to adhere to a strict dress code that forced her to show off as much of her young body as could reasonably be allowed in a high school setting. And every day, when the bell rang to signal the beginning of class, she felt a surge of wet excitement flood her panties.
She took her seat at the front of the room, facing the rest of the class, as if on display for everyone to stare at. In some respects, it made her uncomfortable to know that everyone was imagining all the things they would do to her or remembering how the teacher had used her to demonstrate various concepts, practices, and ideologies of modern-day sex. Make no mistake; this was not the entry-level sex ed where you learn about the anatomy, but an advanced, AP-like class for high school graduates who wanted to go the extra mile in their sexual practice.
But for the teacher, it was simply an excuse to make a beautiful young girl into a sex toy twice a week.
“Today,” the professor began, “we’ll be exploring misogyny in the bedroom.”
Her face went flush as she considered what this meant. Perhaps the lesson would be theoretical, discussing the ideas that lead to misogynistic mindsets. More likely, the lesson would be practical, a demonstration of what misogyny looks like when practiced in the bedroom.
She got her answer as he grabbed her by the hair and pulled on the back of her head. She moaned as her eyebrows curled inward.
“Women are naturally and evolutionarily inclined to enjoy a partner who is wrong with them,” he said, “as you can tell by the fact that this whore just moaned when I pulled her hair. Stand up.”
He lifted her from her chair using her hair as a handle. She stood with her arms at her side and her legs spread—position 1 as she had been instructed from the very first day. His hand pulled upward at the front of her short skirt, exposing the wet spot that had formed at the front of her panties.
“Exhibit A,” he said in a clinical tone. “Her cunt is wet.” He took his hand into the front and rolled her clot in soft circles. Her knees nearly buckled beneath her, but she managed to resist the temptation to fall over, holding herself upright, in spite of the impossibly high heels that worked against her favor. There now hardly seemed to be a sound in the air, even as she saw more than a couple of the boys in class shifting in their seats, adjusting themselves to accommodate their throbbing erections. She never felt more like a porn star. Their attention excited her. This excitement only made her even wetter. He wrapped a hand around her throat and spit in her face as he continued to play with her. She moaned a breathy sigh as he locked eyes with her.
“She wants it so bad, doesn’t she?” He was asking the class, but she couldn’t help answer by nodding her head with approval. He wrapped both hands around her neck and squeezed. She felt like a dandelion, her head about to pop off. Then, she felt lightheaded, as if she had smoked too much. Then, she felt like she was suffocating, about to pass out. Her eyes filled with tears as she looked around the room, but despite her helpless pain, no one seemed even slightly interested in helping her. She caught eye of more than a couple wide smiles among the boys who were watching.
All at once, he leveraged his grip on her hair and neck, turned her around toward the desk, and bent her over it, pressing her chest onto the tabletop and exposing her ass by flipping up her skirt, perfectly showing off the curvature of her body. His hand came down across her ass cheek with a hard, firm smack, her tight bottom, jiggling, and recoiling briefly. A pained whimper exited her mouth just a moment before she bit her lower lip. He struck her three more times, evening, the distribution on her ass cheeks at two a piece, as she held back her pain as much as possible. He followed with a tender but firm groping of her ass cheeks, her eyes turning back toward him as she watched him dominate her. She was surprised to see that he was already fully erected when he began to pull down his pants and expose himself. With her ass arched toward him, he lined himself up against her hole and he pulled her panties to the side. His hands grabbed her ass and spread her cheeks slightly, his fingers grappling her hips as he pulled her backward onto his throbbing cock. The entry was easy, her moan was unmistakably pleasured, and he groaned as he released his desire inside her. One hand slid upper back and grabbed her hair as he pounded into her, pulling back while also holding her body fast to be top of his desk. Her legs shook in rhythm with his thrust as the desk squeaked slightly across the floor.
“Notice how she cannot help but enjoy herself,” he continued in his clinical assessment. “As I mentioned previously, this is an evolutionary preference that is built into their DNA. Whores like this simply can’t help themselves but to get wet and lust for a man who will overpower them…”
He thrusted harder, and her moans grew louder.
He grew rougher as he pushed her face hard against the desk. His voice grew deeper and his scowl grew darker with each following word from his mouth.
“…humiliate…use…rape them.”
For a moment, she forgot the rest of the boys were watching them. She had fully surrendered to the moment, to her teacher, to his dominance, his will, his cock.
She felt her hole clenching tight around his cock as he pounded her cervix. She was squeezing him so hard that she wondered how it could possibly be comfortable for him. His deepening groans, his sharper thrusts, his stronger movements all ran contrary to her wonder. Her legs tensed and shook as an orgasm racked her body. Her face went limp. Her eyes closed. Her jaw went slack as her mouth opened. A loud moan of ecstasy exited her mouth and filled the room. He pulled her off the table, violently jerking her upward, and then yanking her into a squatted position in front of him, her whole still leaking come on the floor. She squatted before him, her legs spread, her mouth open, till now, eyes looking straight up at him as he struck his cock an inch away from her face as he unleashed his seed onto her face, she withdrew for a brief moment in surprise before moaning, a breath sigh as his warm cum covered her. She continued to play with her clit as ribbon after ribbon decorated her desperate expression. She suddenly became aware of everyone watching her as she heard more than a couple of side conversations grow within the class. Some of them were degrading her, others were jealous of him, but all of them made her want to do this again and again.
“If there are no questions,“ he added, “then I’ll open it up for volunteers. Who wants my sloppy seconds?”
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