A Teacher Blackmailed Ch. 01

Taking his finger out of her pussy, he looked at the glistening digit, smiling. "I'm finished with you. Return to your desk and call me up front to see you." he whispered.

She returned to her desk and once she was convinced no-one else suspected a thing, called Matthew to her desk. "Matthew, could you come up here please. I want to speak to you about more grades." she lied.

He stood up and walked over to her desk, and pulled up a chair on her side. Her desk was one of those big old fashioned ones, so nothing from the desk down was visible from the other side.

"Pull up your skirt and spread your legs." he demanded.

She gave him the most evil glare but seeing no remorse in his facial expressions, looked around nervously as she obeyed him. Lifting her skirt up to her hips and slightly parting her legs, he immediately started to rub her bare pussy, which was getting slick.

She looked around the room nervously. Nobody had noticed what was going on behind the teacher's desk. Her pussy was now drenched, and her cheeks were bright red as she struggled to maintain her composure. She wanted to moan out and lie back to enjoy his attention, but couldn't. So, she sat there and endured his teasing fingers.

"Don't worry, it's only natural for a slut like you to enjoy having her cunt played with." he whispered.

She hated the word 'cunt' but hated being called a 'slut' even more. She was twenty two years old, had only ever slept with three men and had never had a one night stand. She was far from a 'slut'. She desperately wanted to yell at him, but knew she was in no position to do that.

"Open your legs wider." he commanded. Slowly she opened her legs and bit her lip hard as he slowly inserted his index finger into her, gently fingering her slick, oozing pussy.

Without warning, he plunged a second digit inside her that sent a quiver down her spine. She tried so hard, but let a little moan escape from her mouth. As he pushed his fingers deeper inside her at a much more frantic pace, Tiffany had to cover her mouth and cover her face as she pretended to look at her papers. Her breathing increased until she could no longer fight it. She shuddered and closed her eyes tightly as she tried her best to suppress her orgasm. She pretended to cough when she couldn't hold her breath any longer. On the verge of tears again, the humiliated teacher felt him remove his fingers and wipe them against her thighs.

"I'm going back to my desk now, I'll text you in a few moments with further instructions."

"But..." she started to protest before he threw her an authoritative glance, which she knew meant to be quiet. She pulled her skirt back down from her hips and waited nervously for his next instruction.

Matthew waited for his teacher to regain her composure before texting her. "Tell the class that for the last ten minutes we can have a 'get to know the teacher' session. Sit on your desk and cross you legs."

Only ten minutes left. "I can do this..." she told herself. Standing up and composing herself. "Right then class, I have been your teacher for a while now so I thought we should close those books and have a 'get to know the teacher' session."

Every pupil closed their books. Tiffany got onto her desk and crossed her legs. This made her skirt ride so high up that just about the only thing that the denim covered was her pussy. She felt totally exposed and humiliated, but smiled and waiting for the first question. She chose a random hand.

"What's with the new look, Miss?"

"Oh, well just trying something new. What do you all think?"

"Well, we're certainly getting to see a new side of you..." someone called out. The rest of the class giggled, which only added to Tiffany's embarrassment. She realized everyone's eyes were focused on her body, and her smooth, tanned legs. She would put money some were looking to see if her pussy was visible so they could stare at her most private of places.

"Yes... you..." pointing to another hand.

"So... you got plans for tonight? A hot date, then?"

Again, the class giggled. Tiffany realized this was going nowhere.

"I bet she does... she looks excited..."

More giggling as Tiffany realized her nipples were erect and pressing through the fabric of her blouse, trying to break out.

A text arrived. "Keep going. Do not move."

She tried to ignore the text, but did as she was commanded.

"Well, Miss. If you don't mind me saying..." a girl said in a softer voice, "he doesn't deserve you if he don't appreciate all you have to offer."

Tiffany was touched, but was soon aware that others in the room were taking the comments in a completely different way. A smirk from the girl told her she meant to highlight her exposed flesh and aroused body.

Much to her relief, the bell sounded for the end of the class and the end of her working day. As her class funnelled out, almost every student stared at her as they left. She collapsed into her chair, exhausted and spent a good five minutes just composing herself before she packed her things and prepared to leave for the night.

She couldn't wait to see David tonight. When she was in his arms she always felt so happy and safe. As she out of the room, a hand grabbed her and pulled her into a dark storeroom. It was Matthew, he forced his hand between her legs and fondled her pussy, grabbing it roughly and squeezing it hard.

"You did good day, slut. I can't wait to see how you cope with what I have planned for you tomorrow."

Before Tiffany could say a word he licked her cheek and left her in the storeroom all alone. She stayed in there a moment but soon found the courage to run quickly to her car and leave. When Tiffany returned home, she was pleasantly surprised to see that David's car was there too.

"Hi babe, this is a pleasant surprise." Tiffany said when she walked in.

"Yeah, my last job got cancelled so I thought I'd come home early. Want to pop a bottle of wine and shower each other off?"

That was music to Tiffany's ears. She was still feeling horny walked up to her lover, unzipped his dirty jeans and reached inside for his rock, massaging it and loving the feeling of it growing. "Sounds good to me, lover man."

David hugged her tightly as he towered over her. He was a full foot taller, and just as toned. They began to kiss passionately, their tongues wrestling each other. David's muscular hand cupped her butt and held her close as Tiffany continued to massage his growing cock to a full erection.

"What's with the outfit?" David asked.

Tiffany thought fast. "Just something new. You like?" batting her eyelashes.

"Definitely. You're the definition of a hot schoolteacher. Give me detention any time, babe..."

Tiffany blushed. David knew how to make her a little uncomfortable with his forwardness... but also that his comments rang so true about what had happened to her that day. He had no idea.

Changing the subject, she broke their embrace. "Take my bag upstairs and jump in the shower. I'll just grab a bottle of wine then I'll me with you in a pinch." she said playfully.

David didn't need to be told twice. He quickly disappeared upstairs with her things. Tiffany, meanwhile looked through the fridge and found a bottle of sparkling wine which she took with her upstairs. As she got to their bedroom, she heard the water running but David still standing in the bedroom. Then she heard it...

"I'm your slutty teacher." Tiffany froze as she saw David looking at her phone. She recognised that line instantly from earlier in the day when Matthew had spanked her.

"David, what are you..." she started, but stopped when she saw David's expression. He was beyond upset and had the phone in his hand with the video playing. In it, Tiffany was bending over the picnic table getting ready for her spanking.

"Pl...please I can explain." she stuttered.

David threw the phone up the wall, smashing it and stepped towards the woman that he loved. "Explain what? That you're a no good fucking slut?! Is that why you dressed like a slutty teacher today? For another man?!" he shouted.

Before she could answer he took a handful of her long hair and pulled her towards him. She stood facing away from him, pressed up against his chest, scared to move. He ripped open her blouse..

"No fucking bra? Oh my god... I'm going to treat you like the whore that you are. Hands behind your fucking back!" as he spun her around to face him, taking her nipples in between his fingers and pulling them hard away from her body. She gasped and cried out as he slapped each breast three times.

He reached between her legs and under her skirt. A quiet moan slipped from her mouth as her slammed a finger roughly into her already soaking pussy. "You're fucking wet already." He hissed as he finger-fucked her roughly. David sat on the bed, and pulled her with him so she was sitting on his lap. He held her hands behind her back as he used the other to slap her breasts, each slap making Tiffany shriek out in pain, before he groped her globes roughly.

"Fucking look at me slut. Look me in the eyes as I use your whore body..." as David massaged her clit and roughly fingered her abused pussy. David had been rough with Tiffany before, but not like this. Sure, they liked to role-play but he had a true anger and a fire inside of him. Tiffany began to breathe heavily as he fucked his digits in and out of her pussy.

"You love this, don't you slut?" David shouted.

"Please, stop. This isn't you!" Tiffany pleaded. She was turned on, but was fearful at the same time. She didn't know whether to go along with it and endure his rough play, or try and talk him down.

"David... I was being...." gasping as he fingered her... "being blackmailed...."

David stopped and slapped her breasts again, pinching and squeezing them hard, making her cry out.

"You expect me to believe that?"

"Yes!" she shrieked.

When Tiffany sensed David was letting up, she tried to get up and get free but he was having none of it. He put his hand around her throat and pulled her into him, her back to him as he yelled. "Stop struggling."

"Aaaaarrrggghh." She shrieked in agony as he twisted her nipples again with his spare hand. "Are you going to be a good whore??" he growled.

Tiffany knew there was no chance of getting away from his vice like grip and conceded. "Yeessssss." she hissed. He pushed her face first onto the bed, his hand holding her face against the duvet as his another one hand lifted her denim skirt. David spanked each buttock seven times, each slap was met with loud squeals from Tiffany.

"Fucking shut up slut." he barked. He pulled her thong down her tanned legs, lifted her head up by her hair and shoved her thong into her mouth. As he continued to spank her red ass cheeks, Tiffany had become numb to the pain and found her body betraying her again.

"Tell me what a whore you are." he commanded.

Tiffany mumbled something through her thong. He removed the thong from her mouth and said once more. "Tell me what a whore you are!"

"I'm a whore." she panted, exhausted. He flipped her onto her back and grabbed her legs, spreading them wide. He pushed one of her legs up and trapped it in between his body and arm. He used one hand to continue the torment on her breasts as his other hand quickly rubbed her clit.

Tiffany was now moaning in pleasure as her hands gripped hold of her duvet and her pussy gyrated onto his fingers. "Ooooooooohhhhhhhh." She groaned as he sunk two digits into her.

His frantic finger assault continued on her soaking wet pussy. Tiffany found herself gyrating her hips and raising them up to meet his fingers as she wanted more of him inside her. "Show me what a whore you are..." as he offered her his fingers, glazed in her pussy juice. She submissively opened her mouth and sucked and licked her juices from them.

David stood and unzipped his jeans and tugged them and his boxers down to his knees. His rock hard cock sprung out. "Get on your tummy...." he rammed his cock straight inside her greedy hole as soon as she turned. "Ohhhhhh, yesssssss, yessssss." She screamed in delight, genuinely wanting a good, hard fuck from all the acts she had endured that day. He pummelled his rod deep inside her, his cum filled balls slapped hard against her clit with each stroke. With one hand he grabbed her hair and pulled back, lifting her head off of the bed.

"Are you my nasty whore?" he groaned.

Tiffany didn't answer; she just continued to groan as she enjoyed his cock. He spanked her.

"Fucking answer me. Are my nasty whore?"

This time she answered. "Yes. Yes I'm your nasty whore." she groaned. He let go of her hair and turned her head to look at the wall mirror. "Fucking look at me while I fuck you, you whore." She did just that as she watched him fuck her. Her exhausted, sex-starved body lying there taking him, watching every stroke as he pulled all the way out and slammed back into her.

"Make yourself cum, whore."

Tiffany reached under her body and quickly found her clit, rubbing and teasing it never taking her eyes off of her lover ravaging her. It didn't take long for her to cum... which she did... hard... as an earth-shattering orgasm swept through her body.

"Typical whore, you are. Cumming even though you're being fucked like a piece of meat..."

He pulled her from the bed and dragged her over to her same mirror she had been watching herself in.

He spat onto the mirror. "Fucking clean that mirror whore."

That is when time stopped for Tiffany. The spit on the mirror. All the stories her friends had told her about how David cheated on her. They all involved him spitting on a mirror and making his whores lick it clean.

"David.... no.... oh god no... you cheated on me?!?"

David pushed her face onto the spit-covered glass and fucked her from behind, covering her mouth with his hand.

"Yes... just like this. They all let me use them like this... like a piece of meat.... and do you know why?"

Tiffany sobbed and shook her head.

"Because they are all cheating whores... just like you..." as he slammed into her again and again, pressing her face into the glass, smearing it with the sweat from her brow. Tiffany pleaded her case but her muffled words made no sense with David covering her mouth. She tried to explain again how she was blackmailed and had never intentionally cheated on him... but it was to no avail.

David grunted as he shot his load inside of Tiffany. Spurt after spurt of hot cum coated her insides as he released all his pent-up aggression. As his orgasm subsided, and his cock started to go soft he put her on her knees and used her hair to wipe the cum from himself.

"That's the last time a cheating whore like you ever gets my cock. I hate you." as he picked up his clothes and stormed out of the room.

"David, wait! Please... I didn't cheat... he made me dress like that... he.... " her voice tapered off as she realized he was out of earshot. She soon heard his car start and speed away. Tiffany lay motionless on the floor in a flood of tears. She sobbed as she thought back to ordeal after ordeal, all of which ended with her lover probably on the verge of dumping her.

Tiffany took a long, hot shower. A text message waited for her when she got back into her room.

"Wow, that was hot. You and your boyfriend are usually so boring when you fuck."

It was Matthew. Rage built inside her. He was the reason this happened. Him. She hated him, but still... the pictures and video meant she could do nothing.

"He left me. He thinks I cheated on him." is all she responded, hoping he would show her mercy.

"You did. You let me finger you until you came at your classroom desk, Miss Jones. You dressed like a slut for me, Miss Jones. If I was him, I would have dumped you too." Matthew responded heartlessly.

Tiffany didn't respond.

"Drop the towel. You will not wear any clothes from now on when you are home alone." came another text quickly.

Tiffany realized the camera was in the room and looked frantically, only distracted by the sound of another message from her blackmailer.

"If you try to find it, I will know and your life will be over. Now be a good slut and get that big dildo you like to play with. Lie on the bed and fuck yourself with it. I want a good cum before bed."

Sobbing, Tiffany complied. As she lay naked on her bed, pushing the dildo into herself, she closed her eyes, disgusted that Matthew was jerking his cock to her, and what he would make her do in class the next day.