Chapter 4

She tested her hands, her fingers playing with the tongue of the belt as she squirmed on the hard floor. She didn’t know what to say, what he wanted, and so she just whimpered again. “Please...”

He growled into her ear, “That’s the best you’ve got for me, you bimbo slut? Just a ‘please’? Please what?” He was insistent—demanding—and he struck her ass again, though this time after the loud crack of impact he left his palm to rest there upon her cheek, his fingers sliding over her glistening slit, testing her needful cunt. “Even a dumb slut like you has words enough to tell me what you want.”

Her mouth hung open and never had she felt dumber. Not when she was failing his class, not when she’d first hit on him and he politely refused.

Never.

It was like all the thoughts simply left her mind, leaving her feeling vacant and a little haze before she licked her lips.

“You,” she managed out finally. “I want you.”

He gave a harsh little laugh and bit at her ear, tugging the lobe before letting it snap back to her. “You want me to fuck you, is that it? Then say it,” he prodded, his fingers stroking over her cunny, swirling about her clit before trailing her warm honey across her stinging ass cheeks. “You’re a bimbo slut, use your words like one,” he chided, his hand cracking across her cheeks, the moisture of her cunt only making the sting worse.

This was so humiliating, to have him insult her like that. To use such degrading and horrible language.

But she was so fucking turned on by it, she could barely contain herself from turning into a quivering, stammering pile on his floor.

“Please fuck me,” Brittany pleaded, her voice so desperate.

“Good girl,” he complimented her, and very quickly she heard his fine black pants come undone behind her. A low thud resounded as his heavy cock smacked against her stinging ass cheeks. That hefty shaft bulging with throbbing veins, glistening at the tip with his precum.

He trailed that beast of a dick down along her cunny, teasing her slick womanhood as he grasped her hips with both of his strong, manicured hands. “This has been a long time in the coming, slut,” he remarked, letting his digits sink into her flesh before he speared her upon his thickly throbbing manhood, taking her up to the hilt as he nestled his crown against her womb.

Her thighs tightened as she yanked herself forward, trying to balance herself against that sudden thrust and the sharp pain that followed as he went too deep, too soon. It took her breath away, and the feel of his hips against her stinging ass only accentuated her own feeling of pain.

“Holy fuck,” she moaned out, her prissy skirt falling back around the top of her ass and his hips as she squirmed.

Those powerful hands of his grabbed her tight and pulled her back into place as he grunted his approval at her tight pussy. “Fuck, you’re a good cunt,” he growled, and she could feel the instinctual throb of his excited cock inside of her, twitching and filling her so completely. Pushing the walls of her narrow quim outwards so widely as he just enjoyed resting inside her warm, wet confines.

She couldn’t believe this was happening. Maybe it was just the alcohol that made her slower to realize it than she should have, but her teacher was inside her. He was oh, so deep inside her, and she swallowed deeply because her stomach was roiling with butterflies and her mind was quickly growing hazy.

“Mr. Hawthorne,” she whimpered, wanting him to be gentle, to go slow, and yet... not.

It didn’t matter, as he went the pace he wanted.

He tugged back his hips, letting his thick girth slip from her, slick and hot before pounding it back inside with a satisfied grunt. He didn’t ease it in her at all, but began to set a slow, hard pace that grew in tempo. The wet slap of her cunt against his groin, the smack of his heavy balls against her clit as he took her in the middle of his living room.

Took her was the right word, as those powerful hands of his grasped her so tight, taking control of her. Making her bound body his to command and use.

Her fingers tightened around the leather belt and her back arched before she gasped.

She couldn’t remember him putting on a condom.

She couldn’t feel a condom.

Brittany tried to pull away, partially falling off balance but for his strong hands keeping her pressed to him. “Are you... Did you put one on?”

That insistent throb of his cock inside her was so hot and real, so complete, there was no way some rubbery sheath separated him from her. His thrusting shaft pumped into her without a hitch in its rhythm, the loud smacks of his groin and balls striking her uninterrupted as he slapped her ass and reached out to tug her hair once more.

“Don’t put your head to thinking, slut,” he growled as he fucked her a little rougher in response. “I want the full experience.”

Her heart beat angrily against her chest and she knew this was wrong.

So very wrong.

He should be smarter than that.

She should have been smarter than that.

So why did her cunny pulse so wantonly, begging his cock into her deeper and deeper despite the stinging of her ass and scalp?

She was gasping for air and couldn’t fill her lungs, couldn’t clear her head enough to argue with him.

Despite all sense and reason he pounded into her harder and faster, that handsome, civilized teacher of hers fucking her wildly. The sounds of their rutting filled the room as he pushed her head down onto the floor, bending her body to his will as he kept her ass pushed up in the air only to be beaten so mercilessly with his thrusts.

“C’mon, you want this, don’t ya, slut?” he growled at her, his voice ripe with need as she felt him swell and throb inside her. Again and again he pulsed so eagerly, and she could feel him tensing, working himself closer and closer to his climax within her abused body.

She couldn’t keep track of the thoughts and sensations that filled her. They came on too hard, too fast, and then left before she could grasp them. Her mouth hung open as she panted like a dog, her body contorting to his whims.

It was a long few heartbeats before she understood his question, and before she could stop herself, the answer fluttered out. “Yes!”

That was just the answer he wanted, and with one hand upon her hips and the other pushing her cheek down onto the floor he rutted into her with a rabid intensity. Again and again he savaged her poor, battered behind, until… she felt him come to to a screeching halt as he pummeled her depths one final time. His body tensed as he came intensely, letting out a loud, wanton moan of satisfaction.

More than that, she could feel the incessant throbs of his manhood as he shot his load right inside her, deeply filling her honey-slick canal. Spurt after spurt of that rich, virile seed flooding and filling her nubile depths.

“Fuck… yes,” he grunted, squeezing her hip so tight as he shook intensely.

She thought, for a moment, she might be sick. Sick of herself, of what she’d let this man do to her.

But it quickly passed and she was filled with nothing but relief. Pleasure.

She groaned as he bucked again, weaker this time, and her eyes rolled back partway in her head as she tried to catch her breath.

He was panting over top of her as his cock twitched out its last pangs of release, unloading every last drop into her unprotected cunt. Bending over her, he leaned in and licked her cheek before nibbling her ear and lowly rumbling his pleasure to her.

“Good work,” he praised her lowly. “We’ve got a bit more work for you to do before you’re ready to be the star of this weekend’s party, but… you’re off to a good start, my little bimbo,” he said, the name having no bite to it. Just pure praise. Pure approval.

“A party?” she whimpered, and she couldn’t make sense of it.

And then, slowly, it began to sink in and she swallowed hard. “What?”

He slid back onto his haunches, but he took her with him, lifting her up off the floor with his hand in her hair and the other arm about her waist. He was still lodged inside her, and she could feel his pearly-white cum slowly dribbling out of her puffy slit as he spoke into her ear. “Going to hold a nice party here, for me and my good friends. And you’re going to be the chief entertainment, doll.”

She couldn’t see his grin, but could feel it, knew it was there somehow as he held her to his lean, fit physique. “Excited?”

She shivered in his arms and didn’t know what to say.

But she wouldn’t deny the thrill that went down and settled in her core, making her breath quicken and her back push into his more eagerly. Her bound hands pressed against his stomach and she ran her fingers over him as she began to nod.

“Good,” he husked into her ear as he nuzzled his cheek to her blonde hair and squeezed her tighter in his arms. “Until then, you’ve got a lot of practice to put in. You’ve still got a little too much pretense in you, my burgeoning bimbo,” he said with a hint of amusement as he clutched her breast and squeezed it oh, so tight.