Teacher’s Nightmare Ch. 02

Once the class had finished Daisy knowing that she had ten minutes before the next class swiftly headed to the teacher's toilets. After a brief pause for consideration Daisy cussed Lewis as she implemented his demand and removed her bra, freeing her thirty-four-c breasts.

Walking back from the toilet braless made Daisy feel paranoid, she felt like every student and teacher were pointing and laughing at her. With each step she could feel her liberated tits bounce up and down, to make matters worse she felt her sensitive nipples begin to harden as they rubbed against the wool of her jumper.

Throughout the day Daisy's paranoia didn't fade, the emotion only grew stronger to the point where she wouldn't move from her seat. Instead, she would just set her students pre-made sums, fractions and equations from their textbooks

Daisy puffed her chest in relief when her final class of the day exited her classroom. "How did I manage to get through today?" She reflected to herself. Trouble is she knew that things were only going to get tougher, but what could she do? She just had to take each day as they came and try to navigate her way through her situation.

She was reflecting on the day as she tidied up her classroom ready for the morning. Hearing her door squeak open she looked up and saw Lewis standing there with a conceited grin on his face.

"Did you remove your bra slut?" He asked.

Daisy hung her head and replied. "Yes...yes I did." In her gentle voice.

Daisy felt her heart race and crash against her chest as Lewis pulled down the blind on her door, he motioned her over to him with his finger.

Daring not to disobey or scream Daisy reluctantly ambled over to Lewis once she was within reach his hands grabbed her tits manhandling them roughly through the wool of her jumper. "Aaarrggghhhh." Daisy squealed, trying her best not to make too much noise. The fact that she was allowing a pupil of hers to grope her while on school property just added to the anxiety which in turn made her cunt slightly damp.

"Tomorrow you'll wear a skirt for me." Lewis demanded.

"Honestly I don't own a skirt." Daisy's voice rustled fearfully as she replied.

Lewis gripped her neck pushing her over her wooden desk pinning her down by her windpipe. His body fell between her draping legs. Her warm snatch could feel his semi hard prick pressing against it. "That's not my problem bitch." He hissed.

"Okay, okay I'll buy one on the way home." Daisy choked on her words.

"Too right you will. I'll be around yours tonight at half six make sure you have your skirt on, your hair done and for fuck's sake put some makeup on to cover up your pig ugly face." He barked, still throating Daisy who was now going red in the face and was starting to feel a little woozy.

Daisy just managed to get her words out. "I......I will."

Lewis didn't say a word he just spat all over her face covering it with warm, bubbly saliva before walking out of the classroom Daisy could see his shoulders rocking and hear him laughing loudly as she instinctively put her hands to her throat and gasped for breath trying to catch some air into her lungs.

On her way home as she had promised she stopped off in the local town and purchased herself a knee length light blue denim skirt and a black long sleeved roll neck top that she would wear with it tomorrow at school to cover up her slowly fading love bites. Daisy also bought a pair of black tights to wrap around her tanned, toned shanks. Knowing that she would be wearing a skirt was horrifying enough without being naked legged too.

Knowing that Lewis would be at her house in about an hour Daisy had a quick shower. The warm pellets of water still stung her bruised body. She quickly patted herself dry and wrapped her towel around her slim body.

Sitting at her dressing table air drying her long hair, her mind couldn't help but wonder what Lewis had planned for her tonight. Was he going to fuck her or was he going to once more just tease and humiliate her. The more she considered the situation the more she felt her pussy moisten in suspense. What the hell is wrong with me? Daisy thought to herself.

Daisy lightly curled her tresses, applied her makeup. She had always been told that her blue eyes were her best feature and she made them pop with a rose gold coloured eyeshadow and black mascara.

She put on a thin white lace bra and white lace French knickers. Then she stepped into her new denim skirt and black tights before finishing off her outfit with a black thin strapped vest top. The shape of her already erect nipple was visible through the fine materials of both her bra and top.

Daisy hoped that by firstly obeying Lewis's wishes and showing her bruised wrists and love bitten neck and breasts from Friday that Lewis might be a little gentler with her tonight because as much as her cunt craved being in pain she wasn't sure if her body could handle it so soon.

Her heart raced as she heard a knock on the door. A quick peer out of her kitchen window confirmed that it was Lewis dressed in a designer tracksuit.

Daisy quickly opened the door and summoned Lewis inside her house. She wanted him in the house as quickly as possible, not wanting her neighbours to see him.

"I thought I said buy a skirt." Lewis frowned as soon as he was in the kitchen.

Daisy looked down at her skirt all confused, grabbing the denim material she replied. "But I have."

Shaking his head Lewis replied. "No that's far too long that's not a skirt that something my fucking granny would wear."

He grabbed the top of her skirt and tugged her closer to him so that their bodies pressed against each other. His other hand clamped against her cheeks. "Get bent over the table." He ordered his eyes glared fiercely into hers.

Daisy didn't say a thing, she just walked over to the table and bent over the wooden furniture, her breasts pressed against the wooden top as she spread her arms across the table. Daisy tried to resist but her pussy was already tingling in expectation of finally being filled by Lewis's cock as his hands hitched her skirt up to her hips.

His hands ran slowly up and down her nylon covered buttocks. "Mmmmmm." Daisy involuntarily murmured as his hands tightly clutched her arse cheeks.

"These fuckers are a no no too." Lewis said before ripping a huge hole in her tights then pulling them apart leaving them only up to her knees.

Once more her cunt had already turned against Daisy and was dripping wet wanting Lewis to slam his nine-inch cock deep inside it.

"Fuck me, you ugly sluts don't take much turning on." Lewis mocked as he pulled her gusset to one side and encircled his thumb over her drenched love hole.

"Ohhh yessss yesssss." Daisy wailed enthusiastically writhing her hips onto his thumb in elation.

Lewis pulled his thumb away from Daisy and sat down on a chair manipulated by her sexual daze Daisy lifted herself off the table, her skirt still hitched up to her hips and knickers pulled to the side the flaps of her snatch just visible.

Daisy surprised herself by how openly slutty she felt as she fell to her knees, placed her hands on Lewis's knee slowly raising them up his muscular thighs to his hard cock that was pressing against his tracksuit bottoms and commenced chafing her hands against his throbbing member.

"Can I suck your big cock please?" Daisy seductively cooed.

Unmoved by his teachers' advances Lewis grabbed hold of both her hands moving them off his throbbing cock. "You got any beers?" He asked.

"Erm....no I don't drink." Daisy explained biting her bottom lip sultrily, her hand brought one of Lewis's to her mouth before continuing. "I do have a mouth though. She gushed, pursing her red lipstick coated lips around his finger. Her warm watery mouth sucked hard on his finger all the while keeping her eyes locked onto his.

Lewis pulled his finger from her mouth and grabbed her face. "Then I suggest you go to the shop at the top of the road and buy me a crate. He hissed.

Daisy remained on her knees. "Please can't I just." She began to say before Lewis interrupted her. "Get to the fucking shop now." He seethed.

Daisy could tell by the tone of his voice that he was serious, so she rose disappointedly to her feet and began to walk towards her stairs.

"Where are you going? The doors that way." Lewis barked, pointing towards her front door.

"I was going to get changed." Daisy explained.

"Absolutely not. You can get rid of the tights but that's it." Lewis stated in a cold, serious tone.

Daisy looked down at herself, she looked a mess, her slutty love bites were on full display and her erect nipples were pointing out of her thin bra and top.

"Is there an issue?" Lewis asked, pulling a puzzled looking face.

Daisy was shuddering in dread at people seeing her in this way but also realised that she had no choice but to go along with what Lewis was demanding of her.

"No, there's no issue." Daisy replied as she began to pull her tattered tights down her tanned legs.

"Good, because there's no way I could possibly put my cock anywhere near an ugly pig such as yourself, not without having some alcohol inside me." Lewis taunted.

Daisy now bare legged exited her home slamming her front door behind her. She hated that her neighbours might see her looking in such a messy and cheap state. She sprinted to her car keeping her head down before accelerating away from her drive and made the less than one minute journey to her local shop.

Before she got out of her car she tried to position her waist length hair so that it covered as many of her love bites as she could. Unfortunately, at least one was always visible. "God damn it." She growled, hitting her steering wheel.

As soon as she entered the shop, she felt her face burn up with shame as she saw Aaron was working. Aaron was twenty-five years old and even though he wasn't particularly handsome, his ginger, bristly beard was patchy, his frame was scrawny and standing at five foot six he wasn't particularly tall. His brown hair was a curly mess. Daisy though had to admit that she had a crush on him. She had always blamed her crush on his hilarious, sarcastic, cheeky and dry sense of humour.

Usually, Daisy would look forward to seeing him and the pair would chat for at least a few minutes and during that time Daisy wouldn't stop giggling and playing with her tresses.

Today though Daisy was keen to get out of the shop. She picked up the first crate of lager that she came to and with her head down headed towards the counter. Daisy could feel her cheeks redden as Aaron asked for the thirteen pounds and ninety-nine pence that the crate of lager cost. Daisy could feel his eyes staring at her love bitten neck and chest.

Still refusing to make eye contact or conversation Daisy quickly tapped her card and ran out of the shop, her arm clutching the lager as she made her way back to her car.

Daisy loathed that Aaron had seen her in such a condition and wasn't sure if she could ever face seeing him again.

Making the minute drive home Daisy was feeling several different contradictory sentiments towards Lewis. Angered that Lewis had sent her to the shop and allowed Aaron to see her and had ended any hopes of a relationship with the one of the few decent men she knew. Aroused, Daisy tried to deny her feelings towards Lewis, but she couldn't, her pussy was far too wet and excited too. But she hated that she had those feelings for him. Daisy didn't use the word hate often, she believed it to be such an overused and harsh word. But she truly did hate Lewis.

Daisy arrived back home and walked into her kitchen to see Lewis still sitting on the seat at the table. "Here's your bloody beer." Daisy seethed and slammed the cans down hard onto the top.

Lewis cracked a can open and took a long gulp of the fizzy lager. "I guess you want your reward now don't you."

Daisy couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement as Lewis stood up and walked over to her as she pressed up the kitchen sink. "Mmmmmm." She lightly murmured as Lewis put his hand up her skirt and his fingers rubbed her moist pussy through the lace material of her knickers gently teasing her bald snatch.

Daisy's hands clung tightly to her metal sink as he pushed her knickers to one side and quickly lay rammed two fingers deep into her cunt.

"Ooooooooohhhhhh yessssss." She panted as he vigorously finger fucked her, she widened her legs for him.

"Mmmmmmmmmm." Daisy moaned as Lewis pulled down her strap on both her bra and top then pulled down her bra cup exposing her naked globe and little nipple, his teeth chomped down hard on the erect bullet.

"Shit." Daisy cursed as she heard a knock at the door. Lewis moved away from her, and they both peered through the kitchen window and saw Mr. Evans standing at the door with a bottle of wine in his hand.

This wasn't the first time that Mr. Evans had knocked on Daisy's door. The two previous times Daisy had ignored him and hid upstairs rather than invite him inside her home. It wasn't that she disliked him, yes, his ogling eyes and roaming hand were annoying, but she wanted to keep her work life and social life separate.

Daisy quickly crunched up next to the kitchen sink so that Mr. Evans wouldn't spot her. "Hide, don't let him see you." Daisy panicked to Lewis tugging on his joggers trying unsuccessfully to pull him down too.

Lewis laughed loudly and shook his head. "I don't think so if you want me to hide them you need to invite him in then fuck him."

"What......no way." Daisy hissed back. She hated herself enough already without sleeping with a married man.

"Fair enough then." Lewis replied and moved towards the window and was about to pull back the net curtains.

Daisy knew that she wouldn't be able to explain why Lewis was in her home and in a complete panic she tugged Lewis's leg once more. "Okay, okay......I really fucking hate you." She growled venomously knowing that once more Lewis had given her no choice.

As she got back to her feet Lewis grabbed her by her throat and smashed her powerfully against the tiled wall. "Don't you ever speak to me like that again. Now, invite Mr. Evans in if you're not fucking him within ten minutes, I promise you I'll come out of the cupboard that I'm hiding in, and I'll expose you as the perverted slut that you are." He barked back in vengeance, his hand wrapped tightly around her windpipe.

"Okay." Daisy barely managed to reply due to the pressing force on her windpipe.

Lewis released his grip from her throat and playfully slapped her face while Daisy instinctively placed her hands on her throat and gasped for air.

"One minute." She shouted to Mr. Evans who once more tapped the front door. Lewis walked over to the larder cupboard and shut the door ajar behind him so he could just peer through the slight gap that he had left. Daisy put her breast back inside her bra and pulled up her straps.

Taking a long, hard, deep expel of breath Daisy reluctantly opened her front door. Mr. Evans stood there in his mustard-coloured corded trousers and blue shirt that he had tucked inside his trousers, his pot belly hung over his trousers and pressed against his shirt. He rolled up his sleeves and had his hairy, large forearms on display.

As always, his thinning dark thatch was brushed back with about half a tub of gel and his hand was clutching a bottle of white wine. "I just wanted to apologise for earlier. I could see that I upset you and I'd never want to do that."

He stated as he presented Daisy with the wine.

"Oh, thank you very much." Daisy replied as she accepted the wine even though she didn't drink the stuff. "Do come in." She continued stepping back and opening the door fully. Praying that for some reason he would reject her offer.

Mr. Evans though obliged and walked into her home, his eyes roaming around the immaculate kitchen. "I see you do have legs then." He joked pointing to her legs.

Daisy couldn't help but notice that he was staring at her love bitten neck and chest. Feeling embarrassed and unnerved she tried to move her hair to cover the red marks.

Pointing to her love bites Mr. Evans said. "I didn't realise that you had a boyfriend. Is he here now?"

Daisy took a quick glance over to the larder where Lewis was still hiding away. She opened the bottle of wine and took a long slurp of the fizzy stuff pulling a face as she swallowed it down her throat. It tasted revolting but she knew that she needed something to take away her inhibitions, so she took another long chug. Already Daisy could feel the effect of the alcohol as her head began to slowly spin.

She couldn't believe what she was saying. "I don't have a boyfriend. I just love being fucked." She cooed as she approached him.

"Oh...ummm." Mr. Evan's spluttered such was his surprise at Daisy's response. He had always viewed her as sweet and innocent and couldn't believe he was hearing her speak so vulgarly.

Daisy looked over at the cupboard where Lewis was hiding hoping for a signal telling her to stop. But that signal never came, tentatively her hand reached out and grabbed his scrotum firmly. "So how about you give me what I want?" Daisy purred, still holding his crotch tightly. She could feel his cock growing in her hand.

Mr. Evans needed no second invitation; he grabbed her hips and sat her onto the kitchen table, hitched her skirt up and parted her legs. He pushed his body in between her thighs and put his mouth onto hers, his tongue entered her mouth and attacked her tongue, slobbering all over her mouth as he frantically kissed her. He had one hand on the top of her thigh and the other behind her head pushing her mouth onto his. Daisy still had one hand rubbing his dick through the corded fabric of his trousers and the other grabbed his old saggy bum through his trousers. Daisy unlike usually didn't close her eyes, instead they were wide open and staring at the larder cupboard. The thoughts that Lewis was in there watching had sent palpitations to her pussy.

Daisy pulled her mouth away from his. Her hands located the top button of his shirt and began to unbutton them as her puckered red lipstick coated lips gently kissed down his neck and to his hairy chest.

Daisy tugged his shirt from off his hairy, broad shoulders. She kissed his shoulders while her hands fumbled about unbuckling his belt and pulled out his dick. His cock felt rock solid but nowhere near as big as Lewis's, probably closer to six inches. Still kissing his shoulders and staring intently at the larder.

"Ohhh fucking yes." Mr. Evans laughed as Daisy closed her manicured fingers around his thin prick, slowly her hand jerked his cock.

"Mmmmmm." Daisy moaned as Mr. Evans pulled her knickers to the side and her soaked pussy sucked his middle finger straight inside it.

"Fuck you're so wet for me aren't you." Mr. Evans grunted as he slowly moved his finger in and out of her love tunnel, softly caressing her inner vagina walls as he did.

Mr. Evans's tongue softly tickled her neck as he slowly kissed down her neck gently, he pulled down her bra and top straps, giving her top a gentle tug to expose her flimsy lace bra.

He pulled his pussy juice-soaked finger from her bald snatch and his hands gently massaged her tits; each hand slowly kneaded her firm breasts.

Daisy could feel his precum seeping from his hard cock as she continued to wank his erect cock. Mr. Evans wrapped his hands around her and unclasped her bra, allowing it to fall away exposing her thirty-four c sized globes.

"My god." He mumbled in wonder as he pressed her tits together and his lips softly kissed and licked her nipples in turns.

Daisy pulled his cock towards her aching cunt and pushed the prick inside her longing snatch.

"Mmmmmm." Daisy groaned more in encouragement than excitement as Mr. Evans slowly pumped, fucking her in short, gentle strokes.