TW: teacher x student, CNC, intox, throat grabbing, cunt slapping, rough play, manhandling, forced breeding, just another nasty piece of writing.
One time with him was all it took for you to be obsessed with him. You needed more and you could tell he needed more too. That was probably the reason he invited you over to his own house after lessons, he couldn't get enough of you.
You told your mother and father that you were going for extra tutoring, you felt like your grades were slipping. Your father was ecstatic at the prospect of you succeeding further, your mother happy to facilitate dropping you off at his house.
With a kiss on the side of your head and a cursory "I love you", you left the car, leaving your innocent nature behind. You walk down the path, the grass neatly cut, the flower beds tended to before you reach his door. A couple of knocks and there he was, standing before you. His suit was slightly crinkled from the day of teaching he endured, his cologne lingered on his body, his hair slightly disheveled. He raised his hand up to wave off your mother before looking down at you. "Good evening, sweetheart."
As he ushered you in, the scent of old books was the first thing to hit you as you took a step into his abode, noticing the shelves of them in his study. He was well read, each book with a cracked spine, not a single pristine one in sight. "Could I offer you a drink?" He asked, spinning on the balls of his feet as you were lost in exploring his house. "Oh, yes please, I would love that." You managed to whisper out as you watch him disappear into the kitchen.
You made your way into the living room, the lights were dim, no television, just a simple radio on the side table. He didn't seem like the type to indulge in television shows or drama online. He was a simple man with simple pleasures. He soon arrived with the drinks, one in each hand, both dark brown in colour with ice floating around. You take the drink from him, your fingers grazing past his as you inhale the scent of it. It was strong, stronger than you had ever smelt before.
His finger lingered underneath your glass as you raised it to your lips, forcing the drink upon you, making you drink more than you originally intended to. Before long, the drink was gone, making your head a little fuzzy. "There we go. There's a good girl." You could feel a blush building upon your face at his words, his soft demeanour was odd, you hadn't experienced this side of him. "Thank you, sir..." You mumbled out, your head swaying just a little. His hand rested upon your thigh, directly on the fishnets you wore for him. His thumb stroked small circles upon your thigh, his eyes locked directly on yours.
"Come sit on my lap, darling." He dropped his voice to a husky whisper, grabbing your thigh tighter until you moved your body, stumbling to your feet before wrapping your legs around his body, your arms draping around his neck as you push forward a weak smile. "Like this, professor?" You question, your ass pressed firmly on his growing bulge. Your legs were open, his knees digging up into your thighs as he kept them open. His hand moved up your legs, tucking your skirt just above your stomach as he gazed upon your cunt. "You're wet already. You wanted this, didn't you?"
He bit his bottom lip as his fingers started to explore the fishnets against your crotch, noticing you didn't have any underwear on. You did want this. You needed this. A small slap crashed against your pussy, sending bolts of electric through your body as you squirmed on your lap. This only made him harder. "Yes. Yes I did. I wanted this. I want you." Your voice starts to slur a little more as the alcohol takes effect. Another slap against your heat, another whimper from your lips, another smirk from his lips. "You react so well for me." He whispers before lunging his lips onto yours.
His lips collide directly onto yours, forcing you into a frenzied kiss, his tongue pushing its way into your mouth as it dances with yours. Your tongue entangles with his, your moans filling his mouth as you can't help but rock your crotch against his hand, soaking it. After a heated moment, his hand thrusts into your hair, pulling your head, craning your neck. "Lay down on the sofa." His voice was serious now.
You nodded as you hurried yourself off of his lap, slipping off of him and onto the sofa with your back pressed against the cushions. You smile up at him as he begins to unbuckle his belt, the metal scraping against itself until his trousers slip to his ankles. He huffs out a breath, reaching down, manipulating your body for his desire. His fingers pressed into your side as he flipped you over onto your stomach. "You don't get to watch this time. This is for me, not you."
The intoxication was slowly setting in, surely that wasn't just a drink, you couldn't move your arms anymore, the sense of movement was lost as you laid there with your cheek pressed against the cushion. His hands grip at your hips, forcing your ass to point up to him, a better angle to fuck you in. "Please.. please be careful..." Your whimpers fell on deaf ears, his laugh distorted in your head as another slap was given against your ass this time. His handprint scorched into your flesh, your body was his to use now.
Hands held behind your back, he forced his cock inside of you. His grip was tight, fingernails digging into your skin, your wrists were so small he only needed one hand to hold them back. His other hand pushed against your head, forcing you further into the pillow your face was upon, your moans muffled by the fabric. Your moans started off as cries, shifting into heavier breathing before finally settling on whimpers he would describe as pathetic. "Look at you. You can't even fight back, how pitiful." He kept laughing as his cock ravaged your cunt, part of you wanted to hate what he was doing, but you couldn't help but succumb to the pleasure he was giving you.
You laid there, taking what he gave you, no energy to fight him off, his cock filling your cunt with each thrust. Your wrists started to ache from his tight grip around them, but you couldn't do anything. Your head pounding from his hand pushing down on you, your breathing getting heavier, struggling for air. You tried to kick your legs, get him off of you, but nothing was stopping him. "P-please...sir..."
"Shut the fuck up, I'm almost done." He growled out, followed by his hand yanking your head up by your hair. His hand coiled around your wrists broke their binds, replacing it instead with your neck. He gently squeezed against your neck as you gasped for air, your back colliding with his chest as he fucked up inside of you. One thrust, two thrusts, three trusts. Three was all it took in this position until he was forcing his cum inside of you, one last thrust occurred to push it as deep as it could go. "That's it. Take my cum. Fuck, you're such a pretty girl taking my load." He whispered next to your ear before letting your body flop back down onto the sofa, your body limp against the softness of the cushions again.
He swiftly pulled out, watching his cum leak down your thighs, dripping onto the cushions. He knelt down next to your face, holding it between two fingers, leaning in to press a kiss against your lips. "Such a good girl for me. I'll see you in the morning. Sleep well, sweetheart." His breath whispered against your lips, his hands drawing a blanket across your defiled body.
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