I was walking through the university’s gymnasium—a nice shortcut between my office and the library—when I heard what sounded like moaning. It seemed to be coming from just beyond the girls’ locker room door. I pressed my palm against the swinging door, gently extending my fingers to push it open slightly. What I thought could be someone in pain I now recognized as the unmistakable sounds of pleasure. I slipped in.
I turned the initial corner to encounter the rows of slim lockers. If my memory was accurate, the cheer squad wrapped up practice recently. I walked slowly to the second row of lockers and saw her. She was sitting on the long, thin bench between the lockers, her back to me. But, I recognized the voice. It’s so strange to hear a voice you’re so accustomed to in another context—here, moaning, absorbed in pleasure. She was one of the more talkative students in my intro literature class. And here she was, still in her cheerleading uniform, her legs straddling the bench, spread wide so that she could touch herself, her head tilted forward and her long dark hair hanging in a loose pony tail.
I slowly approached. I couldn’t help but begin rubbing my growing cock over my pants. When I spoke, you immediately blushed and squealed in embarrassment, whipping your head around to meet my eyes. But you also quickly noticed my erection–given that you were eye level. “It’s not what you think!” She stammered. “Oh? You’re not rubbing your wet little pussy in the locker room?” I could see something eager in your eyes. “Couldn’t control yourself, huh? Put your finger in your mouth. Tell me what you taste.” She reflexively did as I asked—ah, very eager— bringing her finger to her lips, sticking out her tongue, and touching the tip.
“No, suck on it. Get a good taste.” Now, she pushes her finger into her mouth, up to the base of her palm and slowly closes her lips around it, sucking deeply. I can tell she’s quivering–both nervous and excited. “Does it taste good?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Have you ever tasted a cock?”
Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Perhaps at the question, or at the realization that she was tasting her pussy for me. She had bright, green eyes that locked on my own before drifting back down to my cock while she slowly shook her head.
I grabbed her face gently, my hand around her chin, “ I asked you a question you should respond like a good girl … tell me… have you ever tasted a cock?“
She gulped, trying to find her voice, “No sir.” As she answered, my hand long fingers were slowly crawling up her arm, finding their way to her collar bone, which I could feel beneath the tight top. Then, I slowly wrapped my hand around the back of her neck, cupping it, so that I could control her gaze easily.
“Doing something as slutty as masturbating in front of me, and yet you’ve never tasted a cock? Now, that’s a problem. What do you think we should do about it?”
“I…I don’t know sir.” I could see her eyes dart from mine to my bulging erection.
“I’ll tell you what we’re going to do. I’m going to teach you what your mouth is good for. Not answering questions about Bronte or Steinbeck, or leading cheers and chants. We’re going to fill that pretty little mouth with a nice, big cock.” I gripped the back of her head more firmly, pushing her against my crotch. She opened her mouth and started lapping her tongue against my pants. I wasn’t so sure she was being honest about her experience. My erection grew as she licked more aggressively. I kept my hand pressing firmly against the back of her head, so she couldn’t pull back—not that she seemed interested in retreating.
Suddenly, I tightened my grip around her loose ponytail and I jerked her off the bench and to the floor. She landed roughly on her knees and looked up at me. “You know how to undo a belt, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then get to it. I don’t like to wait.”
Her hands were shaking as she struggled to undo my belt. There was a visible wet spot on my pants from her mouth. She bit her lip and looked up at me as she finally undid the buckle—a greedy look in her eyes…She reached to unbutton my fly and unzip my pants—not taking her eyes off mine.
“Now we’re going to put that slutty mouth of yours to work… open.” I started slowly with her, just pushing the tip of my cock between her lips…She let out an appreciative ‘mmm’ while I slowly pulsed against her tongue. That was enough to get me burning, so I pushed all the way into the back of her throat to see how much she could take before gagging…I held her there and she looked up with a slight panic in her eyes as she started to gag. I wrapped my fist in her ponytail and held her there—feeling her gag on me, watching her eyes moisten with tears.
She looks up again, pleading, a tear running down her cheek. I can see a mixture of amazement, pleasure, and nervousness. I can tell she’s wondering how she got into this and what’s going to happen next. But I also know that the little slut in her is eager to be used.
I twist my hand in her hair, maneuvering her body so that her back is against a locker. I push my entire length inside her mouth and press my palm on the top of her head. I can tell she’s surprised when I hold her there, and she has no place to go. Her eyes look up at me, watering, her lips swollen around my cock. She starts to push her hands against my thighs, desperate for a rest. She tries to say something, but all she can do is gag.
“What’s that?” I say, smiling. “I can’t hear you when you’re being a whore.” I clench my fingers around the top of her head and push even further inside her mouth—squishing her nose against my abdomen and my balls against her chin. Now, she’s really starting to sputter, drool pools around my cock.
Finally, I pull out, letting an enormous waterfall of spit drip onto her uniform. I tap my cock against her cheek as she coughs and sputters. “Please, sir, take it easy on…” I cut her off, “Sluts don’t take it easy.” Her insolence irritates me. I roughly pull her head back, forcing her mouth wide open. I move closer and push my balls between her wet lips.
“Suck.”
While her mouth is full, her tongue greedily circling my balls, I start moving backwards slowly—forcing her to crawl after me to keep sucking. I stop at the end up the bench. She starts working her hands up and down my cock, jerking up and down while still sucking on me. She looks up at me, eager for affirmation. Rather than saying anything, I lean down and pick her up and put her on the bench—pushing her backwards until she’s laying down on her back.
Her legs hang off the sides of the narrow bench—hitching her short skirt up and her head is hanging off the end of the bench. I lean over her face and press my cock against her lips.
I press one down against her chest, before it finders it’s way to her breasts. I squeeze firmly as she opens her mouth for me. I don’t start slowly—rapidly pushing my entire length in and out of her throat. I go faster and faster and her gagging grows more prominent.
Finally I give her a moment to breathe and she says, “Thank you sir,” while her spit drips from my cock down her messy little face … I rub it in before pressing myself into her mouth again, teasing her this time—slowly finding the spot in her throat that makes her immediately gag, cherishing the whimpers she makes.
Now I’m really making a mess of her. Spit is running down her cheeks to her forehead as she hangs upside down. I keep pushing my cock inside, holding it until she starts to gag, and then pulling out, letting her cough up spit down her face. The sight of her looking like such a perfect slut is really getting me worked up.
I lean over her body, placing a hand between her legs, right below her pussy for support. I start thrusting into her throat rapidly. I’m barely paying attention to her struggling and gagging, but I know she’s hitting her limit. I finally pull out, but just as she’s letting out a gasp of relief I push myself back into her mouth–thrusting even harder this time.
I pull out a second time. She can barely see through her smeared makeup, and spit-covered face. “Turn over. Now.” She quickly gets on her stomach on the bench, stretching herlegs back in an almost spread-eagle fashion.
“Now that’s a good girl. You’re starting to learn.”
I pull up herr skirt, revealing her little thong and ample ass. I pull at the thong until it rips. “Put your hands behind your back.” Using the torn thong, I bind her wrists together. From the floor, I grab a towel, fold it, and put it under her stomach, propping her ass up to the appropriate angle. I push my cock right to the lips of her pussy, gently rubbing it against her wetness. Then, I whisper into her ear, “You’re really going to enjoy this.”
I keep one hand on her wrists and use the other to wrap around her mouth to stifle her near-scream as I finally pound into her from behind–she can feel every inch of me inside and couldn’t help but cry out against my fingers. I move in and out of me and can feel her growing wetter and wetter. “I knew a whore like you would love this.” She nods enthusiastically in agreement, biting gently against my hand as I push harder and harder.
I stop just as quickly as I started followed by a quick slap on her ass, which snaps her out of her apparent haze. I spoke, slapping your ass again and again for emphasis, “Remember why I caught you like this…*smack*… because you’re such a little *smack*… slut… *smack*… you couldn’t wait to get your greedy little pussy off *another slap but more along her pussy than her ass…She stifled another scream…She was so sensitive from my cock that being slapped against my wet little holes seemed to be sending her over the edge. She said “Y-yes sir I remember.”
“That was such a good answer, so I’m going to reward you. Now, what do you think good sluts get as a reward?”
“Um…I’m not really sure, sir.”
I grabbed her ass with my hand, fully engulfing one of her cheeks and squeezing tightly. “What kind of stupid answer is that?!” I let go and gave her a hard smack that echoed through the tiled room.
“I’m sorry, sir. I want to learn. Please teach me.”
I kneeled next to her face, gripped her hair and pulled her head back, forcing her to arch your back and meet my eyes. “Repeat after me: good sluts get filled with cum.”
“Good sluts get filled with cum.”
“Say it again!”
“Good sluts get filled with cum, sir.”
I let go of her hair. I can feel myself throbbing, thoroughly turned on by her eager submission. I untied her and said, “Now, put your hands to use.” She started rubbing my cock, still soaking wet from being inside her pussy. At the same time, I reached over her small frame, grabbing her ass and slipping a finger inside her pussy. I alternated between pushing my finger inside and playing with her clit.
I can feel myself getting close. “Suck on the tip.” She immediately complied, closing her lips tightly around the head of my cock and teasing it with her tongue.
“I’m going to fill your slutty little mouth with cum. Don’t you dare swallow a drop.” She nodded, consumed with her oral fixation. Finally, release. My cock throbbed against her lips, filling her mouth with hot cum. After several convulsion I pulled out, leaving her mouth hanging open. I can see she’s done as I asked–a pool of cum is collected on her tongue. I push two fingers in her mouth, pull some of the cum out and spread it over her face. While doing so I say, “Good girls take cum everywhere.”
After smearing my cum in her make up, spit, and tears, I push my fingers back into her mouth. “Clean me.” She greedily sucked my fingers, tasting every last drop of cum.
When I was satisfied, I pulled my hand away and zipped my pants. “Looks like someone is going home without panties,” I say, tauntingly. I start to walk out, but before leaving I look over my shoulder and say, “Sluts like you need to be punished. Tomorrow. After class.”
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