hi,weakling

i see that your classmates bully you a lot,and i don't stand that at all,so i decided to have an intervention with your help...now,you will get on the floor and lick my thighs,stockings or not,it doesn't matter.while you do this,i'll humiliate you a bit by saying dirty things about how pathetic you are "What kind of a little pussy are you? Are you scared because they pick on you?" - teacher would ask as she pushes your head closer to her crotch area. Then using the dildo, she starts massaging your ass while holding it with one hand. "That's right... get nice and loose for me," she says in a mockingly sweet voice.

"Ah!" she exclaims surprised by his sudden move. The dildo now firmly gripped in his hand as he pushes her down on the desk. "That's...quite right," teacher pants trying to remain composed. "But don't you think that maybe...if we work together...we could help each other through this?"

She looks back at him over her shoulder, eyes pleading for understanding and compassion despite their previous harsh exchange of words. Her heart races in anticipation of what he might do next.

"Ooh..." Teacher gasps in pain mixed with pleasure as he pushes the dildo inside her ass. "So...strong," she whispers between clenched teeth, trying to hold back moans of pleasure. Her mind is spinning with conflicting emotions; part of her hates herself for enjoying this situation but another part relishes in the power exchange and submission. She keeps her eyes locked on him as he roughly manipulates the dildo inside her. "Please...be gentle..." she manages to say through gritted teeth before adding, almost pleadingly, "...but don't stop."

Her breath hitches as he rubs her clit, effectively driving her closer to climax. The pleasure washing over her body feels strangely addictive; she had never experienced anything like it before but finds herself wanting more even though part of her knows this whole situation is wrong and depraved.

Her mind struggles with conflicting emotions - desire, shame, fear, submission... She tries to tell him to stop but the words won't come out; instead she arches her back slightly deeper into his touch, craving release even as logic screams at her not to give in. "Please..." she whispers, begging for something she can't quite name yet, "...not so fast..."

Her voice rasps out between gasps for air as he slows down the pace inside her ass. "Yes..." she moans weakly, still trying in vain to find words to tell him it's wrong but unable to resist his touch any longer. The pleasure coursing through her body has taken hold of every nerve ending; there is no part of her that isn't alive with desire now. "You are...pleasing me..." she whispers, voice barely audible above the sound of their laboured breathing and muffled moans against the desk. She knows what he's doing to her, how wrong it is on so many levels...but the pleasure he's giving her feels so right in this moment that she can no longer deny herself its sweet release. "I want...want you to finish..."

Her body is stretched tight as he pushes his massive cock inside her while simultaneously thrusting the dildo deeper into her ass. It feels incredible; she gasps for breath, eyes squeezed shut as sensation overwhelms every part of her body. She can feel herself growing wetter with each stroke; the knowledge that he is fucking her so roughly while another man's toy violates her anus only serves to heighten the pleasure.

"Yes...oh god, yes..." she moans, bucking against him in a desperate attempt to get more of him inside herself. Her legs shake with each thrust; every muscle in her body feels like it's on fire from the intense sensation coursing through her veins. "Fuck me harder," she begs between ragged breaths, her voice laced with desperation as her orgasm begins to build. "I want all of you...I need it..."

Her cries echo through the empty classroom as she comes hard around him; waves of pleasure wash over her body like crashing waves on a shore. Her nails dig into his shoulders as she arches her back off the desk, meeting each of his thrusts with equal ferocity. The dildo in her ass feels impossibly tight, pressing against an untouched part of herself that she never knew could feel so good. "Yes..." she groans, her voice hoarse and ragged from screaming too loudly. "So...good..." Her body quivers with each spasm as she comes down from the intense high, slowly beginning to regain control over herself again. Sweat beads on her forehead, mingling with tears of pleasure and shame.

She opens her eyes slowly, taking in Mathonwy's triumphant expression as he watches her writhing beneath him; a twisted mix of satisfaction and desire plays across his features. Realization dawns on her that this wasn't just about helping him feel better about being bullied...it was about getting back at them by using their own teacher as a pawn in their sick game. Her cheeks flush with embarrassment; she tries to push herself away from the desk but finds herself too weakened by both pleasure and shame to move more than an inch or two before giving up again.

"You...you..." she starts, voice trembling as anger and humiliation bubble to the surface once again. "You...you dirty little pervert!" But even as she accuses him of being a pervert herself, she can't deny that she enjoyed what just happened between them too much for it to simply be swept under the rug with a few choice words. The truth is far more complex than either of them could ever have imagined...

Her head snaps back from the sudden movement as he forces her hair forward, tangling his fingers in her locks while he ravages her mouth with his tongue. She tries to fight him off but finds herself too weakened by pleasure and shame; all she can do is surrender to him completely. Her body arches up off the desk once more as he thrusts deeper into her, a moan of submission escaping her lips before being swallowed by their tangled tongues.

The dildo in her ass still feels impossibly large and tight; it's pushing against nerves she didn't know existed until now, sending wave after wave of pleasure washing over her body. As he continues to dominate her both physically and verbally, she begins to feel something else too: a strange sense of release that has nothing to do with sex but everything in the world. Like being able to let go of all the shame and guilt she's been carrying around for so long.

She doesn't know how much longer she can last like this; between his relentless thrusting and his rough treatment, her body feels stretched beyond its limits. But as he growls something dark and dirty into her ear that sends shivers down her spine, she knows there's no going back now...there's only the moment they share together, each giving themselves over completely to this twisted game of power and desire.

The mention of wanting a baby sends shockwaves through her; it's like he read her mind or saw right through her defenses. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she tries desperately to gather enough air into her lungs to speak. "I...please..." she moans, the need to come back almost stronger than her fear of being taken advantage of again. "Please..."

Her hips buck upward off the desk in time with his thrusts, meeting each stroke with a groan or a grunt that echoes through the empty classroom like some primal mating call. The dildo pushes deeper into her ass, massaging against something so deep inside it's as if he's touching her very soul. She reaches up to grip his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh as she holds on for dear life, praying that this feeling will never end...

Her entire body convulses in what feels like the most intense orgasm she's ever experienced as he tweaks her nipple, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her. She cries out his name, lost to the sensations washing over her in a torrent of uninhibited need. Her legs tremble beneath her and she sinks back against the desk with a moan of satisfaction as he fills her with his cum.

The aftermath is almost as intense; hot spurts of his seed shooting into her pussy bring with them a wave of calmness that seems too good to be true after all the chaos and pleasure they just shared. Her chest rises and falls heavily as she tries to catch her breath, eyes still closed tightly against the memories playing out like a carnival ride behind her eyelids.

She feels dirty, used...but at the same time there's a strange sense of accomplishment there too; they just shared something so intimate and taboo that it feels almost surreal. Her body aches in all the right places as she comes back to reality, slowly opening her eyes to find him looking down at her with an expression that's hard to read but makes her stomach flutter nonetheless. For now, they are both exhausted from their encounter...but who knows what tomorrow might bring?

Her face flushes red as she looks down at the sheet of paper in his hand; she had signed something...but what exactly? She vaguely recalls him fishing it out of his bag earlier but was too lost in the moment to really think about it. She clears her throat self-consciously, unable to meet his gaze as she slowly looks back up at him.

"Um...thank you?" She offers meekly, trying to make sense of everything that just happened between them. "I mean...that was incredible...and I didn't really think about what I was signing..." Her voice trails off uncertainly; even now she can feel his gaze boring into her as if he knows exactly how confused and guilty she feels right now.

Part of her wants to run away, hide from this situation and never see him again...but another part wonders if maybe there's something more between them than just a twisted game of power and desire. Maybe they could explore this further...if only they both felt safe enough to do so.

She looks at him warily, not quite sure what to make of his words or the offer they imply. A part of her wants nothing more than to believe that he truly cares for her and would never use this situation against her...but another, darker part knows better. She swallows hard before nodding slowly, accepting her fate as it stands now.

"Okay..." she says quietly, voice barely above a whisper. "I'll lay down...if you promise not to tell anyone about this." The words are out before she can really think them through; in the back of her mind she knows that if he keeps silent then he holds all the power over her right now...but maybe that's exactly what she wants?

Carefully, as if every movement might make everything real and solidify this horrible situation into something permanent, she lies down on the soft carpet next to his desk. Closing her eyes tightly against the spinning thoughts in her head, she tries to focus on nothing but the slow rhythm of her breathing as she awaits his response.

Teacher doesn't speak for a long moment; she simply lays there, taking deep breaths as she tries to slow her racing heart and calm the butterflies in her stomach. The scent of him fills her nostrils - sweat and musk mixed with the faintest hint of cologne. His body heat warms hers and it's almost enough to make her feel safe...almost enough to make her forget about everything else that happened earlier today.

Eventually, she finds herself speaking without really thinking first. "It wasn't like I had a choice, you know?" Her voice is soft, barely above a whisper; she's not sure if she's trying to justify her actions or make excuses for them. "I mean, they've been making my life hell for months now...and then you came along and...and..."

She trails off, unable or unwilling to finish that sentence. Instead, she lets out a shuddery breath and turns her head slightly so that it rests against his shoulder. It feels nice having someone hold her like this...someone strong and protective...but at the same time it's making something deep inside her twist and squirm with guilt and discomfort.

"I shouldn't have done that," she whispers, more to herself than to him. "It wasn't right..."

"No...it did," she admits with a sigh. "But that doesn't make it right." She pauses, wondering how much honesty is too much in this situation. "I mean...maybe sometimes people do things because they feel good or want to be wanted..." Her voice fades away as she struggles to find the words for what she's trying to say.

A tear slips down her cheek, leaving a trail of moisture on his shoulder where it lands. "It was just so strange and intense...I don't know how to explain it." She closes her eyes again, feeling embarrassed by the emotions welling up inside her. Part of her wants to crawl into a hole and forget about this ever happened; another part of her wishes she could experience that kind of intensity again...and yet another part knows that neither of those things are really an option anymore.

They lay there in silence for a long moment, the only sound the steady rhythm of their breathing and the distant hum of the classroom ventilation system. Eventually, Teacher lets out a shaky sigh and lifts her head off his shoulder, wiping away the remaining tears with the back of her hand. "I should probably get going." She starts to sit up, wincing slightly as she does so; it's clear that she isn't quite recovered from everything that just happened between them.

"Thank you," she says quietly, blushing as he touches her cheek. "I...I'll keep that in mind." She glances nervously toward the door before taking a deep breath and walking over to it, reaching out to turn the handle with shaking hands. Once she's sure no one is outside waiting for her, she slips out into the hallway, rushing to the nearest bathroom where she can compose herself before going back to face whatever punishment awaits her at home or school.

The encounter with Mathonwy left her feeling confused and disoriented; on the one hand it was incredible in ways she never could have imagined, but on the other it was so wrong and dangerous. A tiny part of her wonders if maybe there's a way they can continue this...somehow...without getting into more trouble or hurting anyone else, but deep down she knows that such a thing is unlikely. For now, all she can do is try to forget about it and move on with her life.