Kyla locked the classroom door behind the last student and leaned against it, breathing hard. Her blouse clung to her sweat-damp skin, buttons straining over her full tits. Shed stayed late grading papers again, and the empty high school wing felt too quiet. She didnt hear the footsteps until it was too late.
A big hand clamped over her mouth from behind. Another yanked her arms behind her back. Dont fucking scream, teacher, a low voice growled in her ear. It was Marcus, the 22-year-old maintenance guy whod been watching her for weeks. Tall, thick-muscled, always staring at her ass when she bent over desks. Tonight hed finally snapped.
He shoved her face-first onto her own desk. Papers scattered. Her short skirt rode up, exposing the tops of her thigh-high stockings and the thin strip of her thong. Marcus ripped that thong aside with one rough tug. Look at that wet cunt already. Youve been begging for this.
Kyla tried to twist away, but he was stronger. He kicked her legs apart and pressed the fat head of his cock against her slit. No warning, no lube beyond her own traitorous slickness. He drove in balls-deep in one brutal thrust. She cried out into the hand still over her mouth, the stretch burning and filling her at the same time.
Marcus fucked like he hated her. Hard, fast, punishing strokes that slapped his heavy balls against her clit and made the desk legs screech across the floor. Tight school-teacher pussy, he snarled. Bet you dont get this at home. Bet your husbands soft little dick never splits you open like this.
He yanked her hair, arching her back so every slam hit deeper. Her tits spilled out of her bra when he tore her blouse open. He squeezed one roughly, pinching the nipple until she whimpered. Kylas body betrayed her; her pussy clenched and fluttered around his thick shaft, getting wetter with every vicious thrust.
Fuck, youre dripping down my balls, he laughed. You love getting forced, dont you, Miss Kyla? He pulled out, spun her around, and shoved her to her knees. His cock, shiny with her juices, slapped her cheek. Open.
She shook her head, lips pressed tight. He pinched her nose until she gasped, then shoved his cock straight down her throat. Kyla gagged, eyes watering, spit running down her chin onto her exposed tits. Marcus held her head with both hands and fucked her face like a toy, using her throat until thick strings of saliva hung from her chin.
He hauled her back up, bent her over the desk again, and rammed back into her cunt. This time he reached around and rubbed her swollen clit in hard circles. Come on it, he ordered. Come on the cock thats raping you.
Kylas legs shook. Her pussy spasmed hard, pulsing around him as an unwanted orgasm ripped through her. She moaned around the hand still half-covering her mouth. Marcus groaned at the way she milked him and fucked her straight through it, never slowing.
He pulled out again, this time pressing the slick head against her tighter hole. No, she tried to say, but he pushed anyway. The blunt pressure forced her asshole open. Inch by burning inch he sank into her ass while she clawed at the desk. Once he was buried to the root he started pounding again, using her ass like another hole to wreck.
Kyla came again, sobbing with the intensity, her cunt and ass both fluttering. Marcus laughed darkly. Dirty fucking teacher. Getting off on getting your ass raped in your own classroom.
He pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the desk, and straddled her chest. He stroked his cock fast, aiming at her face. Thick ropes of cum splattered across her lips, cheeks, and tits. Some landed in her open mouth. He rubbed the head over her tongue, making her taste both of them.
Marcus didnt leave right away. He made her lick him clean, then pushed two fingers into her used cunt and ass at the same time, fucking her with them until she came one last shaking time. Only then did he zip up, smirk, and walk out, leaving her wrecked and dripping on the desk.
Kyla lay there panting, cum cooling on her skin, holes sore and satisfied in a way that terrified her. She knew hed be back. And part of her already ached for it.