Sinners High School 2

The bell rang, signaling the end of another shitty day at school, but I lingered in the hallway, knowing damn well why. I'd been mouthing off in math class again, arguing with Mr. Matt about some bullshit equation, just to piss him off. He's the math teacher and the discipline master, always strutting around like he owns the place. Rumors swirl that he was banging Amy, that tiny quiet nerd girl who sat in the front row, blushing whenever he looks her way. Her furious dad had moved her to another state to her grandparents home in Alabama because apparently she was failing in class. Not that I cared but I like gossiping a lot. Matt had become gloomy since then.Whatever, I don't give a fuck about their little secret affair. I'm just here to cause chaos.

My argument with the teacher ended with me giving him the middle finger. Soon, a note was waiting for me at my locker: "Nicole, See me after class. - Matt." Great, detention or whatever punishment he thinks he can dish out. I sauntered to his classroom, pushing the door open with a smirk. The room was empty except for him, sitting at his desk, grading papers. His eyes flicked up, cold and unreadable.

"Sit down," he said, voice low and commanding. I rolled my eyes but dropped into a chair near the front. He stood, walked over, and shut the door behind him. He was a fucking viking, huge, over six feet tall, blue eyes and auburn hair. He should have tried sports not teaching. The click of the lock echoed too loud in the quiet room. My smirk faded a bit—what the hell?

"You've been causing problems all semester," he started calmy leaning against his desk, arms crossed. "Arguing, disrupting class. Attention-seeking slut, that's what you are. Acting out because you want my dick, don't you? I will give it to you."

I laughed, trying to play it cool. "Fuck off, Matt. You gonna write me up or what?" He was a fucking teacher in a international school. My pocket money itself was more than his salary could ever be. He had no right to speak like that. I stood.

He moved fast, grabbing my arm and yanking me up. His grip was iron, bruising my skin as he shoved me against the desk. "Oh, I'm handling this my way." His free hand clamped over my mouth before I could scream, the other ripping at my skirt, hiking it up roughly. I thrashed, kicking, but he pinned me down with his body weight, his knee forcing my legs apart.

"Quiet, you little whore," he growled, his breath hot on my neck. He tore my panties aside, fingers probing roughly between my legs. I bucked against him, nails scratching at his arm, but he just laughed. "See? Already wet. You like being raped. Horny bitch."

He unzipped his pants, pulling out his thick cock, hard and veined, slapping it against my thigh. I whimpered, shaking my head, but he forced my legs wider, the head of his dick pressing against my entrance. With one brutal thrust, he shoved inside me, stretching my pussy wide. I gasped, the burn intense—he was huge, filling me completely.

"Fuck, you kids are so tight," he groaned, pulling back and slamming in again. "But not a virgin, are you? Slut. Been spreading these legs for half the school." He realized it from how I took him, no barrier, just slick heat gripping him. His hips pistoned hard, each thrust jolting my body against the desk, papers scattering to the floor. Yes I had been fucked lots of times by my uncle. And maybe it was true I missed cock. As the uncle who had been fucking me was now in prison for fucking me. I don't get it. Now all I had was my mom's boyfriend whenever I went to visit because dad had shared custody with mum after their messy divorce. They had divorced because what dads twin brother did to me was bad and mom could not stand it. Though I had enjoyed every moment of it. Just as I was now. Though I was pretty sure now that this must be somehow wrong. Yet the schlick wetness from my pussy was making it sweeter and sweeter. This was the biggest dick I'd had yet it didn't hurt at all.

I clawed at the wood, tears stinging my eyes, but my body betrayed me, clenching around his cock as he fucked me relentlessly. "Horny bitch," he snarled, one hand yanking my hair back, the other pinching my nipple through my shirt. "Take it, you attention-seeking slut. You are nothing but a sex toy. You are not supposed to like this."

He pounded into me, the slap of his balls against my ass echoing in the room. My pussy throbbed, the friction building unwanted pleasure despite the pain. He was raping me if I wasn't wrong. He reached down, rubbing my clit roughly with his thumb, forcing a moan from my lips. "Cum for me, whore." And I did, shattering around him, my juices soaking his dick as my orgasm ripped through me, the first time cumming on his cock.

He didn't stop, flipping me over onto my back on the desk, legs dangling. He thrust back in, deeper now, grunting with each brutal drive. "Tight little cunt, milking me already." Sweat dripped from his brow onto my chest as he fucked harder, the desk creaking under us. My second orgasm hit fast, waves crashing as I clenched around him again, cumming on his dick while he laughed darkly.

Pulling out suddenly, he grabbed my hair and forced my head down. 'Open up.' I resisted, but he slapped my face, shoving his cock past my lips. It tasted of me, salty and musky, as he fucked my mouth, gagging me with deep thrusts. "Swallow it all, slut." His cock pulsed, hot cum flooding my throat. I choked, swallowing involuntarily, the thick load sliding down as he held me there until he was done.

He wasn't finished. Yanking me to my knees, he pushed me back against the desk, spreading my legs wide. His tongue dove into my pussy without warning, lapping at my folds, sucking my clit hard. I squirmed, hands pushing at his head, but he gripped my thighs, bruising them as he ate me out voraciously. "You are a fucking bitch Nicole." His tongue thrust inside me, then flicked my clit until my body arched, another unwanted climax building. I came on his tongue, shuddering, my juices coating his mouth as he groaned against me, licking every drop.

Finally, he stood, stroking his cock back to hardness. He bent me over the desk again, entering me from behind in one savage push. 'Gonna punish this slutty pussy untill you fucking leave me alone." He fucked me so hard, hips slamming into my ass, his hands gripping my waist tight enough to leave marks. Grunts filled the air, mixed with his degrading words:" "Tight, filthy whore. Cock sucker. Dick loving cunt. Cum again for teacher." And I did, my third orgasm—second on his dick—clenching around him as he roared, pumping his load deep inside me, cum spilling out as he kept thrusting through it.

He pulled out, zipping up, leaving me slumped over the desk, trembling and leaking his seed. "Clean yourself up and get out. Fucking leave me alone I just want to teach not to deal with your slutty ass. And keep your cock sucking mouth shut, or next time it'll be worse." He unlocked the door, acting like nothing happened, while I gathered my torn clothes, the dripping cum between my legs a brutal reminder. My body humming in release wondering if I wasn't going to rape bait him for more of this.