The owned teacher chapter 12

Sara goes to Mark’s, to find him fucking the other girl

Chapter 12: The Other Girl

Mark didn’t reply for days.

The first time he’d gone silent, after Liverpool, Sara had felt. A breath of freedom. She’d told herself it was over, that she could go back to being a wife, a mother, a teacher.

This time was different. This time she panicked.

Every hour without a message felt like drowning. She checked her phone obsessively, under the table during lessons, in the staff toilet, in the car outside the school gates. Nothing. No cruel reply. No command. Just silence.

She started texting him again, desperate messages sent from locked bathrooms and parked cars:

Sara: Where are you?

Sara: Please reply Mark.

Sara: I’m sorry for whatever I did. Just tell me you’re there.

No dots. No read receipt. Nothing.

By Monday night she was shaking. Tuesday morning she called in sick, her voice hoarse on the phone to the headteacher: “Migraine. Can’t come in.” David kissed her forehead, told her to rest, took the kids to school on his way to work.

The house emptied.

Sara didn’t stay in bed. She dressed quickly, plain blue jeans, grey sweatshirt, trainers, and drove straight to Mark’s flat in Eccles. The new build block looked cold and modern in the grey morning light. She parked, ran up the stairs, banged on his door, hard, constant, knuckles stinging.
The door opened.

Mark stood there naked, his skin slick with sweat, cock semi-hard and glistening, softening as he looked at her. The smell hit her immediately: sex, sweat, perfume that wasn’t hers.

Sara’s stomach dropped. She already knew.

He stepped aside. “Come in.”

She hesitated her legs locked, then she stepped inside reluctantly. The flat smelled of it: fresh fucking, sheets rumpled somewhere down the hall. He shut the door, walked past her naked, sat on the sofa across from her like it was nothing.
Sara sat rigid, her hands clasped tight in her lap.

A moment later the bedroom door opened.

Chloe, the girl from the high street, walked out. Dishevelled hair, only in bra and knickers, lipstick smudged, skin flushed. She froze when she saw Sara.

“Isn’t this… your teacher?”

Mark laughed—short, cold. “Yeah. Sit down, Chloe. Next to her.”

Chloe obeyed, plopped onto the sofa beside Sara. Close enough that Sara could smell the sex on her: Mark’s salty musk, Chloe’s sweet-tangy arousal, the raw, intimate scent of them together. Sara’s throat closed. She felt sick. Jealous. Humiliated. And God help her wet.

They sat in silence for a long minute. Awkward for Sara. Painful.
Chloe broke it. Voice light, amused. “Mark… your cock’s hard again.”

He looked down, cock thickening, rising. Shrugged.
“Yeah. Thinking about you two making out. Turns me on.”

Sara stood fast, shaky. “I’m leaving.”

Mark’s voice cut through quiet, final. “Sit. Or you won’t see me again.”

She froze. Looked at him, naked, hard, calm. Looked at Chloe smirking, legs crossed. Looked at the door.
Sat back down.

Mark leaned forward. “Kiss.”
Chloe moved first, eager, clearly experienced. Turned to Sara, cupped her face gently, leaned in. Sara stiffened, she didn’t want this, didn’t want her, but Chloe’s lips were soft, warm, insistent. Sara let it happen. Let the girl kiss her. Felt dirty. Wrong. But her nipples hardened under the sweatshirt, her cunt clenched emptily.

Chloe deepened it, tongue slipping in, tasting faintly of coffee and lip gloss. Sara moaned soft, involuntary and started kissing back. Her hands found Chloe’s waist, then her tits—small, firm, still in the bra. Chloe’s skin was hot, smooth, slightly damp from earlier exertion.

Mark’s voice: “Strip her.”

Chloe pulled Sara’s sweatshirt off, the jeans next, unbuttoned, slid down. Sara lifted her hips, helpless, trembling. No knickers underneath, the rule was absolute. Bare cunt exposed, already glistening, lips swollen and slick. Naked now...

Chloe kissed down her neck, slow and deliberate, sucked a nipple into her mouth. Sara gasped sharp, surprised at how sensitive it felt. Chloe’s tongue circled the hard peak, teeth grazing lightly. Sara’s back arched. Chloe’s hand slid between her legs fingers finding her clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles. Sara’s hips bucked involuntarily.

Mark: “Eat her.”

Chloe pushed Sara back on the sofa. Spread her thighs wide. Lowered her head.
Sara had never been with a woman before.

Never even thought about it. She tensed, her breath hitching as Chloe’s warm mouth made contact.

The first touch was electric. Chloe’s tongue was soft, flat, lapping slowly along Sara’s slit from bottom to top. Sara’s eyes fluttered closed. Chloe’s tongue sliding through her wetness, humming through Sara’s clit. She sucked the swollen nub into her mouth gentle at first, then harder tongue flicking fast.

Sara’s hands flew to Chloe’s hai —gripping, not pulling away. “Oh God…” she moaned as she pulled the young girl into her.

Chloe’s tongue plunged inside deep, curling, then back to her clit, circling, sucking, lapping. Sara’s hips rocked chasing the pressure. The smell of her own arousal filled the room, thick, heady, mixing with Chloe’s perfume and the lingering scent of Mark’s come on Chloe’s skin.

Sara came suddenly, violent, her cunt spasming, juices coating Chloe’s chin and lips. She cried out loud, broken, her body shaking, thighs clamping around Chloe’s head.

Mark: “Now you.”

Sara, still trembling knelt between Chloe’s legs. Pulled the knickers aside. The scent hit her, richer, sweeter, a little sharper. Chloe’s cunt was pink, swollen, glistening. Sara leaned in, hesitantly, her tongue flicking out. The taste exploded on her tongue: tangy, salty-sweet, warm. Like licking warm honey from skin. She licked again longer strokes, then sucked Chloe’s clit gently. Chloe moaned loud, shameless. Sara pushed two fingers inside wet, tight curled them. Chloe’s hips bucked. Sara sucked harder tongue flicking fast. Chloe came quickly, her hips grinding against Sara’s face, juices flooding her mouth, dripping down her chin.

Mark: “69. Now.”

They rearranged Chloe on top, cunt over Sara’s mouth, tongue back on Sara’s clit. They ate each other, sloppy, desperate moaning into wet flesh. Sara’s hands gripped Chloe’s arse, pulling her down harder her tongue plunging deep, tasting every inch. Chloe’s tongue flicked fast and relentless. Both came again shuddering, crying out juices mixing on their faces, dripping down chins.

Mark stood. Cock hard, leaking.
“Arses up. Side by side on the Sofa.”

They obeyed, kneeling next to each other on the sofa, their two arses presented, faces down. Two dirty sluts. Mark stepped behind them.

He fucked Sara first, deep into her cunt, hard thrusts. She moaned low, broken. Then pulled out, moved to Chloe and slammed in. Chloe gasped. Back to Sara harder. Back to Chloe. Taking turns wet slaps filling the room.

“Filthy fucking whores,” he growled.

“Teacher slut and a little uni bitch. Both dripping for my cock.”

Sara’s face burned, thehumiliation flooding her but her cunt clenched harder with every degrading word. She felt filthy. Used. Owned. Horny beyond shame.

He kept switching faster, rougher, until both were moaning like the two nasty cunts that the were.

Then he pulled out. “On your knees.”

They knelt side by side, faces up.

He stroked himself,,fast, grunting. Came thick ropes across both their faces. Hot, sticky, landing on cheeks, lips, chins.
“Clean each other.”

Chloe turned first and licked Mark’s come off Sara’s cheek, then kissed her deep, messy. Sara tasted him on Chloe’s tongue salty, thick. They kissed playing with his spunk back and forth, tongues sliding, strings of it stretching between their mouths.

Mark watched and smiled.
“Good girls.”

He zipped up. Walked to the door.
Sara, face sticky, body trembling looked up. “Mark…”

He didn’t turn. “Clean up. Go home to your husband.”

The door shut.

Sara stayed on her knees, come drying on her face, Chloe beside her heart pounding with shame, hurt, and a sick, endless hunger.

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