As Stephanie came down from her climax, a dawning realisation overtook her. She had just fucked her teacher. She had behaved like a total slut. "This is the kind of scandal I should avoid if I want a career in politics," thought Stephanie. She started thinking of an exit strategy. She sat up on the desk and looked around meekly for her clothes. As she did so, cum slid down her smooth stomach, matting her tuft of pussy hair. Some of it had dried to her skin, making it feel tight, and her hair was matted with the spunk Mr had wiped into it. She felt like she needed a shower, like she had been used, and yet...strangely she felt aroused, excited by her appearance and the way she had just behaved.
could read her expression clearly, and decided that now was the time to ramp up the pressure and make her his toy. "What's the matter, Stephanie?" he asked, casually, zipping up his fly.
"I...I think I need to go," she replied. Her face was pale and her eyes wide with fear. "Can you pass me my clothes? You're not going to tell anyone...are you?" Her embarrassment at being completely naked, covered in cum and having been called a slut and a whore overpowered her, and she was unable to realise that in fact, Mr stood to lose a lot more than her if this was to come to light.
thought hard. "Well...I guess that depends. I mean, I don't want to make things difficult for you, and I certainly don't want you to get in trouble. But tell me honestly, you enjoyed being fucked, didn't you?"
Stephanie nodded.
"And you'd like to be fucked again, wouldn't you?"
Again, Stephanie nodded. She couldn't deny that despite the risks of getting in trouble, she couldn't stop hoping that she could be fucked again by Mr . Despite her fear, a large part of her still wanted to give herself completely to him.
picked up her pile of clothes. "Tell you what then, I'll let you leave, and I'll keep quiet, but first, you'll have to agree to something for me. You see, I don't think I'm finished with you yet. If I let you go now, I want you to agree to do whatever I say, whenever I ask it of you. I want you to be my own personal slut. In return, I'll give you any grade you ask for, I'll keep this whole mess our secret...and I'll let you have your clothes back."
"What...what sort of things?"
"You'll find out soon enough. Remember, if you don't agree to this, then it would take me just a couple of minutes to find your father's phone number from your file. I'm sure he'd be VERY interested to hear what you've been up to."
Stephanie paled visibly. "NO! No...OK, I'll agree. I'll do whatever you say." Her pussy dampened a little at the thought of submitting to this man.
"Good slut. Now, as the first point of business, you're going to need to earn your clothes back. I want you to..." |