Teacher's Pet

Luciden

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Alright, I would like to make a thread where this teacher, Mister Russell, has always watched Mel in the hall and now he finally gets his way with her(would like to make it a rape at first), later on making her his pet. Please Pm me if you're interested and then I will decide from there! ^_^ thanks!



Name: Mel
Sex: Female
Age: 18 (senior in high school)
Appearance: Long strawberry blonde hair, average height, average weight. Nice full, C cup breasts, and a round ass.
Currently wearing: button down red blouse, showing a little cleavage. Short, black skirt. Black panties and black bra.


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"See me after class."
She lifted her head from her test and looked at him, she knew she wasn't doing well in the class and that he was probably going to yell at her like all of her other teachers. Mel wasn't the best student, but she couldn't help it that she just didn't do well on tests. She looked at the clock, just as it changed to three c'clock, the bell rang. As her classmates packed up their schoolbags and left, she slowly made her way to Mister Russell's desk, and patiently waited for him to look up at her. Finally, after the classroom was empty, he rose from his desk and went to the door, closing it. He sat back in his chair and looked up at her.

"It says on my test for me to see you, Mister Russell?" Mel ventured
 
Luciden said:
Alright, I would like to make a thread where this teacher, Mister Russell, has always watched Mel in the hall and now he finally gets his way with her(would like to make it a rape at first), later on making her his pet. Please Pm me if you're interested and then I will decide from there! ^_^ thanks!



Name: Mel
Sex: Female
Age: 18 (senior in high school)
Appearance: Long strawberry blonde hair, average height, average weight. Nice full, C cup breasts, and a round ass.
Currently wearing: button down red blouse, showing a little cleavage. Short, black skirt. Black panties and black bra.


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"See me after class."
She lifted her head from her test and looked at him, she knew she wasn't doing well in the class and that he was probably going to yell at her like all of her other teachers. Mel wasn't the best student, but she couldn't help it that she just didn't do well on tests. She looked at the clock, just as it changed to three c'clock, the bell rang. As her classmates packed up their schoolbags and left, she slowly made her way to Mister Russell's desk, and patiently waited for him to look up at her. Finally, after the classroom was empty, he rose from his desk and went to the door, closing it. He sat back in his chair and looked up at her.

"It says on my test for me to see you, Mister Russell?" Mel ventured

"That's right, Mel," Mister Russell said. He watched the other students file out of the room, and waited for the door to close shut behind the last one before he turned and looked at her... looked at her for a moment or two too long... and then he spoke:

"Mel, you seem to do well on your homework, but in this class that's not enough for a passing grade. You have to do well on the tests. This is AP History. This is all building to a big test in the spring. I don't think you're ready for it. I don't think you want to be. Why the hell are you even in this class, Mel?"
 
"That's right, Mel." He paused as he watched the other students leave the room. "Mel, you seem to do well on your homework, but in this class that's not enough for a passing grade. You have to do well on the tests. This is AP History. This is all building to a big test in the spring. I don't think you're ready for it. I don't think you want to be. Why the hell are you even in this class, Mel?"

"Well, Mister Russell, I've always liked history, and I hoped to become a history teacher someday." she answered truthfully, but it came out sugared, and he got the impression she was brown-nosing him. She continued on as she fumbled with her books, trying to find a pen and notebook,
"Please, what can I do to raise my grade? I'll come in after school every day if I have to. Please Mister Russell, I have to do well in this." the pen slipped from her fingers and fell to the floor, giving her teacher a nice view of her ass as she bent over and picked it up, of course she didn't do it intentionally, she was a good girl.
 
"Well, Mister Russell, I've always liked history, and I hoped to become a history teacher someday,"

Russell raised an eyebrow at that. He wondered for a moment what kind of history she had, with a body like that. His eyes wandered up and down her lush curves, tight little black skirt, nice cleavage... Russell had been eyeing that cleavage for weeks, now.

She continued on as she fumbled with her books, trying to find a pen and notebook,
"Please, what can I do to raise my grade? I'll come in after school every day if I have to. Please Mister Russell, I have to do well in this." the pen slipped from her fingers and fell to the floor, giving her teacher a nice view of her ass as she bent over and picked it up, of course she didn't do it intentionally, she was a good girl.

Mister Russell enjoyed the view of her ass. It was quite easy to put two and two together. Those black panties were fucking hot. It'd be even hotter with them stuffed in her mouth.

"Miss Summers," Mister Russell said, sternly. He stood up from behind his large cold metal desk. His gaze locked her eyes to his. "Go over to the door and shut the blind on the window."

"Do you really want to come in after school every day, Miss Summers? Are you going to be a good girl and do everthing I ask of you? I do need some help grading quizzes and recording scores... and other needs as well. In return, I'll help you understand what you need to know to do well on the test."

"Well, Miss Summers? It's going to have to be every day, if you even want to think about having a chance at the Test."
 
"Miss Summers," Mister Russell said, sternly. He stood up from behind his large cold metal desk. His gaze locked her eyes to his. "Go over to the door and shut the blind on the window." Mel gave him a confused look but did as she was told, leaving her books on his desk and closing the blinds on the door.
"Do you really want to come in after school every day, Miss Summers? Are you going to be a good girl and do everthing I ask of you? I do need some help grading quizzes and recording scores... and other needs as well. In return, I'll help you understand what you need to know to do well on the test." Mel thought about it, seeming hesitant until he suggested he would help her with the material she would need to know for the test.
""Well, Miss Summers? It's going to have to be every day, if you even want to think about having a chance at the Test."
She nodded slowly,
"Yes Mister Russell, thank you!" she beamed at him, "When can you start helping me? Don't we have a test thursday? Could you help me prepare for that one, please? Mister Russell grinned at her and nodded. Mel smiled sweetly and sat down at a desk as he moved over and leaned over her, watching her as she pulled out her notes.
 
Luciden said:

""Well, Miss Summers? It's going to have to be every day, if you even want to think about having a chance at the Test."
She nodded slowly,
"Yes Mister Russell, thank you!" she beamed at him, "When can you start helping me? Don't we have a test thursday? Could you help me prepare for that one, please? Mister Russell grinned at her and nodded. Mel smiled sweetly and sat down at a desk as he moved over and leaned over her, watching her as she pulled out her notes.


He stood behind her desk, his face dangerously near hers as he looked through her notes. "Have you even been paying attention? What the hell are these doodles?" He grabbed the notebook and flung it off her desk. Mister Russell grabbed her arm and pulled her out of her desk, brought her to the front of the classroom, and then looked down at her and said:

"You little tramp. You're more interested in boys and having a good time than doing the best you can do, aren't you? Melanie Summers, I don't think I believe you mean you really want to do this. What do you have to say for yourself, little girl?"
 
"Have you even been paying attention? What the hell are these doodles?" Mel opened her mouth to answer, but before she could, he grabbed the notebook and flung it off her desk, then grabbed her arm and pulled her out of her desk, brought her to the front of the classroom, and then looked down at her and said:

"You little tramp. You're more interested in boys and having a good time than doing the best you can do, aren't you? Melanie Summers, I don't think I believe you mean you really want to do this. What do you have to say for yourself, little girl?" She looked up at him in disbelief,

"I.. I'm not like that though! I really want to do well, Mister Russell! Honest! Please, I pay attention, I just like drawing too." she blushes and tries to pull her arm away from his grasp, but he won't let go, and leers down at her.
"M-Mister Russell, please, let go of my arm." she struggles a little more, but his grip holds firm.
 
He had her firmly in his grasp. "Quiet, girl. Once I'm done with you, you'll never think about boys again. Just one man," he whispered in her ear. He tugged on her arm, and she ran into his desk, and fell on top of it, her body bent over it, her tight round ass right there...

Mister Russell was quick to press himself against her butt. He now had her in two hands. His body was pressed against hers, and with his one large hand he easily got a hold of her two little arms and pinned them together behind her back. Her breasts were pressed down hard on the cold metal.

She heard the rustling of fabric behind her, and then the sound of leather running against cloth... Something cold (she realized it was his belt) was being wrapped around her wrists... she whimpered underneath him as his large hand that wasn't holding her down found the flesh of her bare thigh, and was moving up her leg...
 
"Quiet, girl. Once I'm done with you, you'll never think about boys again. Just one man." he whispered in her ear and bent her over his desk. She whimpered softly as she felt him press himself against her ass, she felt a bulge forming in his pants between her ass cheeks. Suddenly, Mel felt something cold touch her skin, what was it? A belt? A belt! She thought, and gasped softly as he wrapped it around her wrists. She felt her nipples beginning to react to the cold metal desk beneath her and whimpered softly as she felt his hand moving up her leg,
"M-Mister Russell? Please, please don't" she whimpered softly and squirmed beneath him, but it only gave him more pleasure, as she was mistakenly rubbing her ass against his bulge.
 
Luciden said:
"Quiet, girl. Once I'm done with you, you'll never think about boys again. Just one man." he whispered in her ear and bent her over his desk. She whimpered softly as she felt him press himself against her ass, she felt a bulge forming in his pants between her ass cheeks. Suddenly, Mel felt something cold touch her skin, what was it? A belt? A belt! She thought, and gasped softly as he wrapped it around her wrists. She felt her nipples beginning to react to the cold metal desk beneath her and whimpered softly as she felt his hand moving up her leg,
"M-Mister Russell? Please, please don't" she whimpered softly and squirmed beneath him, but it only gave him more pleasure, as she was mistakenly rubbing her ass against his bulge.

Seems some girls really do mean yes when they say no, Mister Russell thought, the blood rushing to his crotch, filling his thick rod as she rubbed it between her asscheeks. He reached up her skirt then, and grabbed her panty, pulling it hard down her legs. He quickly got it off her legs and brought the crotch of it to his face. He breathed deeply, still holding her down. "Please don't," she said. Mister Russell fought off a laugh. He brought her black underwear away from his face.

"Girls only wear black underwear if they want someone to see it. Who did you want show these to, Melanie, you little slut?" He let his pants fall down to the ground, and he kicked them off to the side.
 
Girls only wear black underwear if they want someone to see it. Who did you want show these to, Melanie, you little slut?" She heard his pants fall to the floor and began to struggle with new reprive. Mel whimpered softly below him,
"Tommy." she sniffled softly and continued to writhe beneath him, she felt his one hand wander to her crotch and she tensed, whimpering.
"Please Mister Russell! Please, stop! I won't tell anyone!"
 
Girls only wear black underwear if they want someone to see it. Who did you want show these to, Melanie, you little slut?" She heard his pants fall to the floor and began to struggle with new reprive. Mel whimpered softly below him,
"Tommy." she sniffled softly and continued to writhe beneath him, she felt his one hand wander to her crotch and she tensed, whimpering.


Tommy Sullivan, that pothead who sits in the back? What the hell do you see in him? You stupid little girl, you probably get high with that piece of shit. No wonder you're failing my class," Russell said, enjoying the way her ass was rubbing against his hard cock. He pulled his boxers down, too, so his thick curved shaft was pressed between her bare asscheeks, once he pulled her skirt up over her tight round butt.


"Please Mister Russell! Please, stop! I won't tell anyone!"


"Damn right you won't tell a soul, little girl," Mister Russell said. "Now you shut the fuck up or so help me I will shut you the fuck up, Melanie." By now his finger had found her bare entrance, his hand cupping her mound...
 
"Damn right you won't tell a soul, little girl," Mister Russell said. "Now you shut the fuck up or so help me I will shut you the fuck up, Melanie." By now his finger had found her bare entrance, his hand cupping her mound. Mel whimpered softly and bit her bottom lip, her hips continuing to squirm to avoid his finger and his cock. She shivered softly as she felt his finger slip into her, and felt his cock touching the entrance to her ass.
 
He found her wetness despite her protestations and writhing about... his finger plunged inside her, with total disregard for hurting her, he thrust his thick long finger inside to the second knuckle, and roughly pressed against the roof of her cunt and slid his finger back and forth, in and out just a bit, and really enjoying the way her ass felt against his cock.

He then slapped her ass, lightly, but with enough of a smack so she knew she'd been spanked.

"There we go," he said, "I knew your body would betray you... i can feel you gushing wet around my finger... "
 
His finger thrust into her, forcing its way into her tight pussy. He then slapped her ass, and she let out a soft whimper. "There we go, I knew your body would betray you... i can feel you gushing wet around my finger... " she blushed deeply and continued to struggle,
"Mister Russell, why not just get a girlfriend your own age?" she tried to talk him out of touching her, when he reached under her shirt and bra, pinching her nipple roughly that she cried out.
 
Luciden said:
His finger thrust into her, forcing its way into her tight pussy. He then slapped her ass, and she let out a soft whimper. "There we go, I knew your body would betray you... i can feel you gushing wet around my finger... " she blushed deeply and continued to struggle,
"Mister Russell, why not just get a girlfriend your own age?" she tried to talk him out of touching her, when he reached under her shirt and bra, pinching her nipple roughly that she cried out.


He grabbed her underwear, which he had dropped on the desk, and struggled for a moment with her before he got the black panties stuffed full into her mouth. "Dumb little bitch. I don't want a girlfriend. I need a proper fuckdoll. Now, it's time to break you in," he said. He grabbed the engorged shaft of his thick cock and pressed the head up against her tiny wet entrance. He used to his finger to open her up a bit, enough so that he could press just about half of his fat cockhead past her entrance.

"You've a tight little cunt," he said, hissing in her ear, leaning down above her. he squeezed her ass and fingered her roughly again, and then pressed the head of his prick against her wetness. A little more slid in this time.
 
fukensploogin said:
He grabbed her underwear, which he had dropped on the desk, and struggled for a moment with her before he got the black panties stuffed full into her mouth. "Dumb little bitch. I don't want a girlfriend. I need a proper fuckdoll. Now, it's time to break you in," he said. He grabbed the engorged shaft of his thick cock and pressed the head up against her tiny wet entrance. He used to his finger to open her up a bit, enough so that he could press just about half of his fat cockhead past her entrance.

"You've a tight little cunt," he said, hissing in her ear, leaning down above her. he squeezed her ass and fingered her roughly again, and then pressed the head of his prick against her wetness. A little more slid in this time.


She whimpered as he pushed her panties into her mouth. She could feel herself getting wet as he pumped his fingers in and out of her, then pressing his cock against her hole, trying to get in, but not getting very far.

She whimpered softly as he whispered into her ear about how tight her pussy was, and nodded, continuing to struggle against him, but finding herself growing tired.
 
Luciden said:
She whimpered as he pushed her panties into her mouth. She could feel herself getting wet as he pumped his fingers in and out of her, then pressing his cock against her hole, trying to get in, but not getting very far.

She whimpered softly as he whispered into her ear about how tight her pussy was, and nodded, continuing to struggle against him, but finding herself growing tired.

She was struggling and whimpering like the scared little girl she was. Too bad she had the hot body of a perfectly legal young woman. If not, maybe he would have let her get away, just let her fail the test and waste away in community college, some retail job, get pregnant and married and have kids and he'd eventually be teaching them, too.

No, this little bitch had a body he just needed to take for his very own. He was going to make this little slut his. She had asked for it, after all. Bending over like that. Showing him her cleavage. Rubbing against him the way she had.

He felt the tip of his cock fully enter her, her pussy opening up for him, blossoming before his hard prick, as he grabbed onto her hips and forced himself slowly, slowly, deeper inside her tight little pussy, stretching her wide, squeezing her ass, keeping her bent over his desk... deeper...
 
fukensploogin said:
She was struggling and whimpering like the scared little girl she was. Too bad she had the hot body of a perfectly legal young woman. If not, maybe he would have let her get away, just let her fail the test and waste away in community college, some retail job, get pregnant and married and have kids and he'd eventually be teaching them, too.

No, this little bitch had a body he just needed to take for his very own. He was going to make this little slut his. She had asked for it, after all. Bending over like that. Showing him her cleavage. Rubbing against him the way she had.

He felt the tip of his cock fully enter her, her pussy opening up for him, blossoming before his hard prick, as he grabbed onto her hips and forced himself slowly, slowly, deeper inside her tight little pussy, stretching her wide, squeezing her ass, keeping her bent over his desk... deeper...



Mel moaned softly as he pushed the tip of his cock into her pussy, stretching her to accomidate him. Her hips bucked against his as she tried to throw him off of her, but it was no use. He continued to run his hands up and down her body, teasing ass and pinching her nipples roughly as she continues to whimper beneath him. She just hoped someone would come to rescue her.
 
He roughly played with her hot little body as she squirmed beneath him. He pulled back, the head of his cock falling out of her tight little pussy, and he grabbed her and flipped her over. He sat her up, her bare ass on the cold metal desk, her hands still bound behind her back. He grabbed her blouse and tore it open, sending the buttons flying all over the room, revealing her lacy black push-up bra.

He smiled as his big hands groped her tits. "Tommy would have loved the show you had in store for him. Too bad you're my little pet now," Mister Russell said, grasping her bare thighs and spreading her legs wide. His thick cock was pressed up against her crotch again. He pulled her skirt up even more, so that it was under her tits. He pulled her bra straps down her arms, letting her full breasts be seen, her nipples hard from the pinching he had inflicted on her. He squeezed her tits hard, and the head of his cock pressed against her opening.

"Do you want to pass this class, Melanie?" he demanded, his face right in front of hers, staring into her eyes. "If you even want to have a prayer at passing the test, you're going to have to give your body over to me."
 
He smiled as his big hands groped her tits. "Tommy would have loved the show you had in store for him. Too bad you're my little pet now,"
"P-pet? Mister Russell.. please..." Mister Russell said, grasping her bare thighs and spreading her legs wide as he pressed his against her entrance. Mel blushed as he pulled her skirt up even more, so that it rested just under her breasts. He pulled her bra straps down her arms, letting her full breasts be seen, her nipples hard from the pinching he had inflicted on her. She whimpered softly and managed to spit the panties out,
"P-please Mister Russell," she begged, "Please, I won't tell anyone, let me go." He ignored her pleas,
"Do you want to pass this class, Melanie?" she shivered with fear as his face suddenly became inches from hers. "If you even want to have a prayer at passing the test, you're going to have to give your body over to me."
"I.. I want to pass, Mister Russell, but not like this! Please, there must be some other way! Please!" His fingers pinched her nipples roughly and she cried out and tried to get up off the desk, but he pinned her down.
 
Luciden said:
He smiled as his big hands groped her tits. "Tommy would have loved the show you had in store for him. Too bad you're my little pet now,"
"P-pet? Mister Russell.. please..." Mister Russell said, grasping her bare thighs and spreading her legs wide as he pressed his against her entrance. Mel blushed as he pulled her skirt up even more, so that it rested just under her breasts. He pulled her bra straps down her arms, letting her full breasts be seen, her nipples hard from the pinching he had inflicted on her. She whimpered softly and managed to spit the panties out,
"P-please Mister Russell," she begged, "Please, I won't tell anyone, let me go." He ignored her pleas,
"Do you want to pass this class, Melanie?" she shivered with fear as his face suddenly became inches from hers. "If you even want to have a prayer at passing the test, you're going to have to give your body over to me."
"I.. I want to pass, Mister Russell, but not like this! Please, there must be some other way! Please!" His fingers pinched her nipples roughly and she cried out and tried to get up off the desk, but he pinned her down.

She was trying to pull away, she was begging him, pleading. Mister Russell had a tight grip on her. As her body pulled away from his invading presence, he pulled her hard towards him, and when just a moment before, only the tip of his cock was pressing against her tight little entrance, now it had been forced a few inches deep, and he clasped his hand over her mouth as she cried out.

His hand smacked her bare ass, hard, and then he said: "I will not say it again. You will be quiet, bitch, or I will shut you up."
 
He quickly pulled her to him, forcing his way deep into her tight pussy, she cried out.

His hand smacked her bare ass, "I will not say it again. You will be quiet, bitch, or I will shut you up." She sniffled softly and nodded.
"Please, don't hurt me Mister Russell. small tears collected in her eyes,
"I... I'll be good." she hung her head in shame, she didn't want to do this, but it was her only choice. Mel shyly moved her hips closer to his and let out a soft moan.
 
"Now that's a good girl," Russell said, his hand on her bare little ass, rubbing it gently as he slowly slid his tool out of her. Her hips moved a bit, and a moan escaped her lips as she said she'd be good...

Slut's already beginning to like this, Russell thought, as he slowly pushed his way inside her, savoring every inch of her tight little cunt as he split her open. Her lips stretched to accommodate his member, and he moaned as the tightness overwhelmed him. She felt so damn good.... he couldn't remember the last time he'd had such a tight little hole to enjoy. His hands toyed with her ass... his fingers coming awfully close to her asshole...

One of his hands came up and roughly squeezed each of her tits as he started sliding in and out of her...
 
"Now that's a good girl,"

Mister Russell said, his hand rubbing her ass. She shivered softly as he moved in and out of her. Mel squirmed beneath him as his fingers got dangerously close to her asshole, but he held her still and let one of his fingers rest at the entrance. She let out a soft gasp as one of his hands roughly squeezed her breasts, as he began to move in and out of her more quickly now.

She let out a soft moan and moved her hips with his, pleasure overtaking her guilty mind now. Every caress, every touch, every slap send waves of pleasure through her, and she had finished fighting them, for now. She felt him lightly press his finger to her asshole, while the other continued to knead her breasts.
 
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