First Time Writing Erotica! WDYT? Could I make money doing this?

Before the actual text, I would just like to say thank you. I made a post a while ago asking for specific requests and this the result of that post. I wont reveal who or what was requested, but it is in there. Please let me know your thoughts on this. Where can I improve? Is this an avenue worth exploring for me. Yes I am aware of the grammar lol. Thanks again!

Mrs White.

It takes a lot to get on Emily White’s bad side, mainly because she didnt have one. Ever since she was a little girl, she had always aired on the passive side. In elementary school, her class mates would pick on her relentessly. The girls would isolate her and taunt her from afar. Calling her cheap names like fat or stupid during recess, or pass her a note during class calling her ugly. The boys took a more upfront approach, they would put mud in her backpack or just throw it at her. One day in fifth grade at lunch time, she opened her locker to find that the boys in her class had urinated over everything she had kept stashed in there, including her lunch box. As she stood there and wept, Tyson Wheeler —the biggest boy in her class and the one who picked on her the most— and his two friends krept up behind her.
“Aaaaawwhhhh, what happened?” Wheeler proded her shoulder. “ Did you pee your self? Huuuh?”
White whimper as she pulled her wet lunch box out of the putrid lockers and opened it up. Inside was sliced apples, a ham and cheese sandwhich, some chopped up carrots and celery, and a note that says “Mommy loves you” with a heart around it. Everything was soaking wet, the boys had peed directly into her lunch box. The bread was stained yellow and soggy to the point of falling apart. The fruits and veggies rested in a warm yellow bath, and the love note from White’s mother had absorbed enough urine to loose its taughtness and have the marker ink melt away. Wheeler and his friends begin to chuckle as the first lunch bell rings.
“Well are you gonna eat your lunch?” Wheeler pushed her shoulder once more, “Come on, little piggy girl has got to eat her slop right?”
Whites tears grow in size and number as she closes her lunch box, “N…No.” She whimpers.
“What do you mean no?”, Wheeler grabs the food away from her and opens it back up, “Dont you love your mom?”
He brings the open box of food directly under White’s nose. The acidic stench makes White flinch backwords. Her slightly ajar locker is slammed shut. Wheel places his hand on her chest and presses his weight into her.
“Pigs need to eat their slop, so they can get even fatter.” Wheeler grabs White’s hands and brings them to the lunch box, making her hold it just below her jaw. “ EAT. IT.”
White slumps down to the floor and eyes the soup of what could have been a healthy and pleasant lunch. The smell of ham and cheese has been masked and hidden, the bright orange and green of the carrots lost their spark, their beautiful color faded. The apple was no longer sweet and savory, but had the yellow hue of a pear.
“EAT IT!” Wheeler used his foot to push White’s face into the lunch box and held her there, pinned to the ground in the hallways for quite some time.
***
Highschool was rought with insecurities for Emily White. All of the troubles from elementary and middle school had followed her here. The girls still regearded White as someone to not be interacted with. They would anonomously write terrible things about her in the varrious bathrooms. Just needlessly mean things like “White’s Fat Roll Tally” which claimed she had thirty-two rolls instead of the two she actually had. They wrote things about how much White stunk even though she showered daily with all natural organic shampoo, extra strength body wash, three feminine hygeine cleaners, and scented lotion. The most common thing written on the bathroom stalls was the infamous “pee drinker” rumour that had followed her since elementary school.
White and Wheeler shared gym class 3rd period. Everyday was the same despite the fact that it was supposed to be a new activity every week. Wheeler would stand to the side talking to the P.E. teacher —who was also the schools basketball coach— while everyone else would run laps around the court for twenty five minutes.
Wheeler had grown to be quite popular. He was big and strong, had wonderful repor with the students and faculty, excellent grades, was the school b-ball hotshot, just everything every mother would want for their daughters. He never let the “pee drinker” rumor die because he was so proud of it. He told anyone who would listen and sometimes would do it intentionally within earshot, so that White could endure some more suffering. White would jog by the bleachers where Wheeler and the teacher would gab. She would hear bits and pieces of the conversation with every lap.
“The chubby one right there…”
“Like an entire cup full of pee in her locker…”
“I watched her drin…”
White never told a soul about that day, because nobody would have believed her any way, espeacialy now. Wheeler on the other hand told everyone a carefully edited story about that day. Who knows why he felt the need to torture White as much as he did, not like it matters. He deystroyed her in every aspect that matters. As far as the student body was concerned, White was some weird whore that shouldnt be approached.
“She fucking gross coach just lea…”
White made a beeline for the locker room where she could sob in peace. She sat there crying into her own hands for the remaining 5 periods. She would cry quietly to herself as hordes of teenagers and their curious/disturbed glances would filter in and out according to the school bells, During period seven, white sat there, unmoved in her puddle of tears. Three senior girls, just one grade above her entered the locker room and set down three plastic cups of pee next to her and left clapping and jeering at their own cruel joke.
after the final bell, no more students were coming in and the weight of facing anybody fell off of whites shoulders. The smell of urine resenated from the cups and stung her eyes. No more tears were able to fall, her eyes had dried from a days worth of hard work, but the stench still stung. She thought about those cruel girls and how beautiful they were. She thought about the stares and laughter she walks through each day. She thought about Wheeler. Her gaze drifted upward to the flimsy sprinkler system on the roof. She wished she was a fire that would be wisked away by the water. She thought of Wheeler. She thought of those three girls.
She drank one of the cups and began to touch her self.
The next Monday, White discovered that the entire school had a video of her drinking that girls pee and masturbating. One of them hid their phone in their locker and recorded White, to see how she would react to more harrasment.
***
White managed to survive the numerous suicide attempts in college. College was a lot more forgiving to her. They had therapy programs and self help educational courses that lifted White out of her hole. The experiences she encountered growing up were no more then a memory, one that drove her to be a strong pillar for you school children experiencing similar struggles.
Today she works at the same highschool she went to as a teenager. Nothing has changed except for the people that walk though its front doors and occupy its seats. Everyday Mrs.White shows up early and walks throughout the school; It’s theraputic. White will walk through the front door, where most people would stop, stare, and whisper about her and make her way to the food court. In the back right near the bathrooms is where she used to eat lunch, the corner where she sat is now occupied by numerous spider webs. Despite having worked here for two years, she still cant go into the locker room. She makes her way to the gym but simply cant touch those heavy metal doors with the big white female graphic.
Her classroom is the largest in the school, but she only got it because she agreed to a slight pay raise and to be in charge of the after school detention program. This worked out for Mrs. White. She didnt have anyone to come home to, except her cat, and a pay raise is nice so why not?
She taught health sciences but she made sure to put a heavy focus on mental health instead of healthy sexual behavior. Usually her classes are fairly well behaved, students are respectfull and engaged. Her eighth period course was the only exception. There were three boys and one girl that would challenge Mrs. White daily. Colby really liked to interupt the sex ed videos by throwing stuff at the screen or making an obnoxious sound whenever the word “penis” was mentioned. Claire would ask disturbingly gross questions whenever an opprotunity arose, like talking about fish smell or someones heavy flow. Michael would ask unrealated questions in the middle of a lecture just to talk about himself. Austin was the worst of them all. He would just outright insult Mrs.White and had gotten introuble for doing so many times. Unfortuantly, his father, Tyson Wheeler, had made himself an upstanding and respected member of society despite having a child at such a young age. He baisically owned this town and without his donations to the school, the district would be crumbling.
Austin would get in trouble often, but never suffered more than detention, even after he severly beat a freshman in the bathroom, hospitalizing him. Mrs. White was constantly punishing Austin and his three friends, but they rarely appeard for detention. There was nothing that could be done, the sittuation was at a stalemate
***
“Good afternoon students! Welcome in!” Mrs. White said with a loud smile.
Single file the students waltz to their desks, saying their hello’s and hi’s. Mrs. White was stationed behind her desk, checking the heads of each student presentin the class. Not so surprisingly the four awful students are not present. This comes as a relief to Mrs. White, who promptly begins this weeks anatomy and organs.
Twenty minutes into class, the door swings open with a violent thud. Austin drops the foot he used to kick open the door and begins to swagger towards his seat. Laughter and jeers fill the classroom as Tyler, Michael, and Claire follow him into the room.
“Do you guys have an excuse as to why you are so late?” Mrs. White spoke in the most firm tone she can muster.
“Uuuuuuhhh yeah, we..” Michael stutters a bit.
“We were,” “We had to go to” Claire and Tyler spoke over one another.
“We got caught up watching a funny video, sorry.” Austin spoke from his desk with confidence.
“Im sure it must have been a hilarious video if you are twenty minutes late,” Mrs. White responded, “Care to share it with the class?”
The four of them let our a stifled chuckle as they glanced at one another. This chuckle burst into an outright laugh.
“You sure you want that Mrs.W?” Claire practically had tears in her eyes. The other three spat with laughter but quickly stifled themselves when the caught the angry glare from their teacher.
“All four of you are to stay put after class!”
***
All four of the students sit excitedly as the final bell rings. Austin holds his head high as Mrs. White grabs his phone from him and asks to see the video. The grin on his face grew evil and mischevious.
“Sure!” He unlocks the phone and pulls up the video and hands it to Mrs. White.
She sits back at her desk and presses play. The video was of Mrs. White when she was a junior in highschool. The camera looks like it is peering through a hole or a gate and shows her stripping out of her gym clothes and touch herself. It was fifteen minutes of un interupted humiliation. The same video that went around the school sixteen years ago is still out there.
“You havent changed a bit Mrs. White!” Austin pulls White out of a trance, ” My favorite part is when you drink that piss like your life depends on it, then proceed to cum on the floor like a fat cow.”
Mrs. White was in shock. How’d he get the video? Who all has it? Was she being blackmailed? How was she still not passed this?
“I told my dad about how you keep picking on me.” Austin walks up to the desk as his three friends sit up in their chairs, “He told me you’ve always been a sad bitch, who wants to be admired by someone so bad, that you cant help but be fucking creep. A fucking trash pervert.”
“Thats not true..” Mrss White held back her tears.
“I think it is true,” Austin walked behind the desk. “I think… I think you are a chubby, gross, desperate whore. I think you take out your sad life on me, because my dad wouldnt let you drink his piss.”
“No..”
“Don’t worry Mrs. W” Claire stood out of her seat, “Nobody at the school has seen the video except us.”
“For now,” Michael pitched in.
“Look Mrs.White,” Austins smile slowed “ This is whats going to happen. You are going to send us to detention every friday. And every friday we are going to make a new video, okay?”
Mrs. White heard that one and stood up with pheux confidence, trying to stomach the anxiety that pounds in her throat. The students begans to touch her. Austin pulled her cahir away from her desk and against the wall behind her. Tyler and Michael sat on the desk and started kicking at her floral dress and legs with their dirty shoes. Claire sat on the ground infront of Mrs. White and was began to run her fingers up and down White’s thigh.
“You can’t do this!” Mrs. White said through her single tear, “I’ll report you to th…”
“You’ll report me? To who? My dad?” Austin smirks, “Even think about it and your entire life is fucked.” Tyler pitched in.
“Oh my god shes fucking wet!” Claire anounces.
The students burst into laughter at Mrs. White as she can no longer hold back her tears.
“Hold on let me record this!” Claire pulls out her phone.
“Holy fuck she is wet! Look at her she is soaking!” Michael lifts up her dress so that claire can see the water marks and slight puddle of fluids by Mrs. Whites panties.
The room went silent for a few seconds as everyone in the room took in what was happening. The power Mrs. White thought she had was never there in the first place. She thought coming back to this school was brave. She thought it showeed how much she had grown and changed. Now even these four students who barely know her, are aware she has no power. They know very well the type of person Mrs. White is. Mrs. White has spent her entire life, lying to herself about who she is, chasing a dream she wont admit she has. For decades she has spent hanging a mural of the person she wished she was, only to hide behind it and finger herself to the imagined smell of a urine covered ham and cheese sandwhich.
“Sounds like a plan to me! See you friday Mrs. W!”
The students left the class, Leaving Mrs. White in a puddle of her own shame.
***
The following week was nothing but relentless anxiety for Mrs. White. Every morning before work she would catch herself dissassociating in the mirror. She would hyper analyze herself with a disdainful mental filter. Despite how gorgeous the dress she hated they way it rested on her body. Her flattering and comfortable chub stacked like layers in her mind as if she was obese. The chub in her face and plump cheeks didnt help this thought proccess. It didnt matter how soft her short burnette hair was or how fun it was to touch her supple skin. Everytime she looks at herslef all she can hear is Austins cruel words calling her a creep and a pervert. It wasnt true, it never would be.
The final bell rang alongside the shiver deep in her spine. The class room wasnt even empty by the time the four of them had their phones out and recording. They waved by to their friends who appologized to them about their detention. Soon it was utterly silent. The stomping of feet and the slams of lockers had disipated and all that could be heard was the heavy breathing in the room.
“Alright Mrs. White” Austin stood up and went to the front of the room. “Whats it gonna be? Are you cleaning all of our dicks or are we sending this video to everyone you know?”
Mrs. White began to tear up, but managed to breath through the anxiety. She stood and glanced at the other three students. Michael and Tyler were unzipping their pants underneath the desk but claire kept her cellphone firm and pointed directly at her teacher. She walked over to Austin, and watched him slide his pants to the ground. His cock was already throbbing. Each rushed heartbeat, made is red tipped cock bounce with anticipation.
“Fine…” Mrs. White turned around, her plump ass facing the wild animal that is Austin. “But this is the only time we ar—“
Mrs. White was slammed stomach down onto a desk in the front row. Her chin smacked the attached chair, chipping a tooth, cutting her cheek and sending her into a daze. Austin lifts her dress and throws it forwards, exposing a tight plump ass with white, wet panties and covering her face as blood drips out of her mouth. Austin takes his stiff large cock and spits on it before thrusting himself passed her panties and into his teacher. He uses the drersses fabric strap to wrap around whites throat before she has a chance to scream or remove the dress from her face. Thrusting and thrusting, Austins larger cock tears her apart.
“We will fuck you however and whenever we want!” Austin yells out excitedly.
Claire gets up and locks the door as the other two boys begin to tear at her dress, desperatly trying to reveal her mouth. Michael managed to tear a small hole in the cloth and rapidly shove his cock into it, choking Mrs. White drastically.
“Wait dont piss on her until I got it on cmaera!” She trotes back over from the door.
Michaels cock pushes deep into her throat, wrapped in her own clothes, filling her mouth. Austin continues to thrust into her clenched but dripping pussy. Tyler pulls out his tiny cock and begins urinating on Mrs. White’s back. She struggles and desperatly tries to flee herself. Claire grabs the meter stick from the white board and brings it down onto her back. Austin grips her hips hard, puncturing her skin with his nails. Michael grabs her throat with both hands and thrusts hish penis deep into her throat. She no longer struggles.
“Now can I piss in her now!?” Michael looks to Austin, “Make her puke first” Austin responds.
Excitidly, Michael pushes himself deep into Mrs. Whites convulsing throat and begins shaking his hips side to side, wiggling his dick tip deep near her colar bone. Tyler continues to piss on her back, and then her head, waterboarding her as Michael explores her throat.
“Dont get piss on me!” Michael and Claire echo each other.
“Fuck Im gonna cum!” Austin yells.
Michael begins urinating directly into Mrs. Whites stomach, causing her to vomit, spilling her stomach contents into the dress and pressed against her face. She falls onto the ground, bloody and still vomiting, cum leaking out of her used pussy. The three boys continue to piss on her body as she convulses. As the last drops spray into her eye, Mrs. Whites cums, spraying her juices across the floor and onto the white board.
“Fucking ew! Look at her! She came!!” The students begins to laugh and make fun of her as Claire continues to record.
“My Turn!” Tyler shouts
He quickly hops down into the filth between Mrs. Whites legs, and shoves his tiny cock into her ass and begins humping away like a rabbit. Mrs. White begins to realease a moan before Michael choves his cock back into her throat.
“Im not done using her either!”
Austin and Claire watch as these two vigorously hump their teachers holes. They continued using her for another twenty minutes. In that time, Michael managed to cum at the same time Mrs. White vomits a third time. Tyler pulls his little prick out of her ass and brings it to her face. Michael holds her eye open so that he can cum directly into it. He Wipes his shit covered dick in her hair. They all proceed to get dressed. Claire turns off the camera.
“How was that?” Austin asks, “Seemed like you liked it.” The group chuckles as Mrs. White struggles to sit upright.
“See you next week, right?” Claire moves in close to their new fuck toy.
“See you next week…” Mrs. White Responded.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/stkiuz/first_time_writing_erotica_wdyt_could_i_make