Sinners High School 3

Teaching at Sinners High School has been a twisted thrill, a place where the lines between authority and depravity blur like the smudged chalk on the board. I still ache for her—my little submissive pet Amy, the one I dated in secret. She was so eager to please, kneeling under my desk during lunch, her soft lips wrapped around my cock while I graded papers. But she fucked up her exams, tanked her grades with her distractions. I distracted her. She ended up addicted to my cock that she stopped being a nerd and became a slut. Her shipped her off to some remedial program out of state. Gone, just like that. I miss her whimpers, the way she'd beg for my cum like it was her only meal. No one's filled that void since, not until that naughty little slut in the front row.

Her name's Nicole, a senior with a reputation for teasing the boys—and now, me. I didn't plan on raping her the first time. I shoved my cock into her tight pussy, and pounded her until she sobbed. Making sure to remind her she wasn't special, just a regular whoring slut in the body of a fifteen year old. I warned her to keep away from me.

But as usual, she doesn't listen. Today as I drone on about quadratic equations, there she is, front and center, legs splayed wide under her desk. No panties, of course. Her skirt's ridden up just enough, and I catch a glimpse of her bushy pussy, dark curls framing those pink lips, already glistening like she's been thinking about it all morning. My dick twitches in my slacks, hardening at the blatant invitation—or provocation. She's staring right at me, biting her lip, thighs parting a fraction more.

The bell rings, and the class shuffles out, but I lock eyes with her. "Nicole, stay behind. We need to discuss your... behavior." She doesn't flinch, just smirks and crosses her legs slowly, giving me one last flash before standing. The door clicks shut, and the room empties, leaving just us in the stale air of chalk dust and teenage sweat. I round the desk, grabbing her arm roughly, slamming her back against the blackboard. "You think you can flash me like that? Tease me in my own class?" My hand hikes up her skirt, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thigh, brushing those wild pubic hairs. She gasps, but it's not fear—it's excitement, her nipples poking through her thin blouse."Do you like my dick this much?"

I spin her around, bending her over the desk, my free hand yanking down my zipper. My cock springs free, thick and veined, pre-cum beading at the tip. "This is what you get for being a slut," I growl, rubbing the head against her soaked folds. She's dripping, her bush tickling my shaft as I line up and thrust in hard, burying myself to the hilt in one brutal stroke. Her pussy clenches around me, hot and wet, but instead of crying out in pain like how people act when abused, she pushes back, grinding her ass against my hips. "Fuck, yes,Mr. Matt," she moans, voice husky, not a trace of victim in it. I freeze for a second, stunned, but the heat of her walls milking me overrides everything. I grab her hips and start ramming, desk creaking under the force, her tits bouncing free from her unbuttoned top.

She twists away suddenly, dropping to her knees before I can react, her hands wrapping around my slick cock. "My turn," she purrs, looking up at me with those defiant eyes, no tears, just hunger. She sucks me in deep, lips stretching wide around my girth, tongue lapping at the underside where her juices coat me. She bobs her head fast, slurping loudly, one hand pumping the base while the other cups my balls, squeezing just right. I groan, threading fingers through her hair, but she's in control now, hollowing her cheeks and taking me to the back of her throat without gagging. Saliva drips down her chin, mixing with the mess from her pussy, and she pulls off with a pop, strings of spit connecting us. "You missed this, didn't you? Fucking your students."

Yes I miss Amy. Not you whore. Before I can respond, she shoves me into the chair, climbing onto my lap like she owns me. Her skirt's bunched around her waist, bushy mound grinding against my abdomen as she positions herself." Watch me ride you, teacher." She sinks down, impaling her pussy on my cock in one smooth drop, her curls scratching my skin. She starts bouncing, hard and fast, her ass slapping my thighs, tits jiggling in my face. I grab them, pinching her hard nipples, but she's the one setting the pace, rolling her hips to grind her clit against me, moaning like a porn star. "Harder—fuck, you feel so good stretching me." No resistance, no pleas to stop—just pure, eager filth. Her pussy flutters, tightening as she chases her orgasm, and I thrust up to meet her, slamming deep.

She leans in, capturing my mouth in a messy kiss, tongue invading while she rides me relentlessly. I can smell her arousal, taste myself on her breath from the blowjob. My hands roam to her ass, spreading her cheeks, a finger teasing her puckered hole, but she just bucks faster, whispering, "Do it—finger my ass while I cum on your dick." I oblige, pushing in knuckle-deep, and she shatters, screaming my name, walls convulsing around my cock, juices soaking my balls. The sight of her—wild hair, flushed face, riding me like a queen—tips me over. I explode inside her, pumping thick ropes of cum into her greedy pussy, filling her until it leaks out around my shaft, matting her bush.

She collapses against me, panting, a satisfied grin on her face. No tears, no accusations—just a wicked gleam. "See you next class, sir. Don't miss me too much." As she saunters out, skirt askew, cum trickling down her thigh, I lean back, spent and confused. This wasn't rape—not like before. But damn if it doesn't make me miss my submissive girl Amy even more... or maybe crave this new game.