My addiction
Before going into depth, I'll give a little context. I lived in a very difficult environment, in a very poor, dysfunctional family where I saw things I'd rather not mention. My father was a cocaine addict and an alcoholic, and I spent most of his time alone or with bad influences, often people more than 10 years older than me. Given the circumstances, I didn't know how to break out of that cycle, and at 18 I entered the world of drugs—this time not as a user. Although I did try them occasionally, I never wanted to become my father, so I focused on making money to support my mother and my two sisters, while also studying for my high school diploma with the dream of pursuing something far removed from the world I was living in at the time. I had some run-ins with dangerous people because their girlfriends would often seek me out when they needed attention, since their guys weren't very creative in the sexual department. After a few fights and death threats, one day I woke up with the police at the foot of my bed. One of those cuckolds had snitched. Luckily, I had a good defense at trial and only got 3 years in prison. With that said, let me get to the point. There was a girl in my class who was obsessed with me (I didn't like her at all—I thought she was ugly). She would hide little notes in my backpack, do my homework, give me everything, while on my end she didn't even get a thank you. That went on for months, until one day in one of those notes she wrote something that awakened the person I am to this day: "Do whatever you want with me." When we had to change classes, I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her away from the rest of the group. I asked her: "Is what you wrote in the note true?" She nodded, and I insisted: "Are you sure?" Her response was like throwing meat to a hungry wolf: "I've never been more sure of anything in my life." I waited until all the classroom doors were closed, then took her to the main stairwell. I tripped her while grabbing her by the hair. Once she was on her knees on the floor, I pulled out my cock and started fucking her mouth. The sound of her gagging as she tried to take it all in, but couldn't fit it—that stupid idiot—was going to make someone come investigate, which pissed me off. So I started thrusting harder and harder until it went past her throat. She let out a moan that echoed through the entire school. When I pulled out, I covered her face with cum. I went back to class and left her there. I think she ran to the bathroom to clean herself up. This didn't end there. When she came back to class, she went back to giving me little glances, notes… etc. The next day, something even better happened. We were told that one of our teachers hadn't shown up, so I asked my friends to block the door so no one could get in, because I had something to show everyone in the class. I stood up, grabbed that bitch by the hair, and dragged her to the teacher's desk. I pushed her against the table and pulled down her pants and panties in front of everyone. The girls started screaming and the guys couldn't believe what they were seeing. I started fucking her right there in front of the whole class, while some of the girls pulled at my arms trying to get me to let her go, until the girl shouted: "I asked him to do this, leave him alone." The substitute teacher who was coming in started trying to open the door, but my friends wouldn't let him in, blocking the handle. I started going harder and harder until, amid all that chaos, I finished on the teacher's desk and made her lick it clean. Just at that moment, the teacher managed to get in, and the look on his face was priceless—he didn't know what to say. He took us to the principal's office, and we both ended up getting expelled from the school.
