M4F Teacher's Curse of Helplessness
It was the result day and all the students were nervous. It's so ironic that you are not a student but you were the most nervous one in the room.
You were reading out names and each student is coming forward to collect their evaluated answer sheets. Everything went smooth until the name of Dhanush came up.
Dhanush has a thin and tall frame with lean muscles. Going by his look with tender moustache and patchy beard everyone can figure out that he's a brat and his unbuttoned top button reaffirm that impression. Dhanush is the grandson of the school's founder and the son of one of the board members. He has been failing in the exams for two years consistently.
He walks towards you and stands too close to you with a creepy smile in front of the class. You anounce that he has topped the class in this test. While everyone were in shock you try to act normal, put your hands on his shoulder, give him a side hug as a sign of appreciation but he grabs your ass at the back to give it a handful squeeze but no one can figure out. He whispers "good job" at your ears. This triggers all the memories of the past night.
Your hands were shaking and shivering at each stroke of Dhanush. He made you evaluate the answer sheets of the students while he was fucking you from the behind like a pervert. You were unable to hold the pen properly and was literally begging him to go slow. He just stuffed his musky, smelly underwear into your mouth to shut you up and kept banging you. When it was the turn of his answer paper to get evaluated he started to spank you. You were told to count the number of slaps you receive on your ass and award corresponding marks to each answer. You keep seeing the naked sketches of your body in various poses and the body parts are labelled in the most disgusting way and yet you award full marks for the answers. This happened all night...
He takes his paper that has dried stains of your tear drops from the previous night and starts to walk back to his place pointing at the bulge in his pockets. They were the panties you were supposed to be wearing at that particular moment.
You were in such a state of mind that you'd give up anything to stop being blackmailed by that monster of a student. Not ANYTHING but almost anything.
Your phone beeps at a text and it reads, "meet me at Boys Washroom."
DM to be the object of the most perverted fantasies of a student who has just passed his teens.
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Kinks: CMNF(formal clothing), Degradation, Age-Play, Raceplay, Interfaith, Blackmail, Curroption, Breeding, Domination, Outfit-Control, Spit-play, Kissing, BJ-Facial, Stripping/Disrobing, Teasing, Dirty Talk, Objectification, Spanking (Both hand and riding crop), Face slapping, Blindfold, orgasm control/vibration, Cuckolding (Bull), Piss
Limits: Underage characters, Scat, Gore
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