Lookin forward to a little afternoon delight

I'm 14 and already quite the little cunt. Already a dirty little whore. I dress like a slut, and I fuck around with boys in school. I'll suck cock for an A, and I treat other girls like shit. And I know a secret.
He's a teacher. He gets us to read the classics and prods us for our thoughts. I've wanted to fuck him since day one. I've wanted to fuck him ever since he handed out copies of Huck Finn and winked at me when my dark purple fingernail slid over the raised wording of the title on the cover. I paint my lips for him and primp before his class. I have spent the last semester pouting at him, and in the last class he finally caught me, losing his train of thought mid-sentence.
And now I have a secret which makes me steam. I am searing with anger, and I imagine he can tell. He knows that I know. I have been cutting his class, and he hasn't said anything to the school yet. Finally he sees me in the hall and asks me to come to his classroom after school today.
I have to go. I show up, and like always, primp before I see him. I have swollen red lips and a skirt that just barely covers my ass. And, of course, glasses. He's told me how pretty he thinks I am in my glasses before and I want him to remember.
I walk into his classroom, closing the door behind me. He is sitting at his desk and looks up.
"Yes?" I ask. How indignant I must sound. How unappreciative. How hurt.
"Hey, I'm glad you're here. I wanted to talk to you." I stand, even though he gestures for me to sit. "Come on, don't make this hard for me."
I nod, sucking my cheeks in and not making eye contact. I sit on a desk and he sits on his. He wants to be my peer right now, in his rolled up sleeves and tousled hair. I want to be his fucktoy.
"So what's been goin' on? You're one of my favorite students, I miss you when you're not here."
"I haven't wanted to come."
"Did I do something?"
There is a long pause. I lean back and cross my arms, cocking one side of my mouth just slightly. "I know what you did, Sam."
He pauses. I have never called him by his first name. "Mr.-"
"Sam. I. Know. What. You. Did." I am slow and methodical, catching him off guard. He has known how capable I of this since day one. Men like him can spot girls like me. Humberts always find their Los. I giggle and his face turns angry.
"So what did I do?" His voice chokes.
"She told me-" His head drops. He can't deny it after it gesture like that. "I told you I knew."
"So you haven't come to class because of that?"
This is when my eyes furrow. I have been seathing about this for days and this is the moment it's finally allowed to come forth. "It should have been me." He is not even taken aback. He knows. "If you were going to fuck one of your students, it shouldn't have been that fucking virgin."
"Stop it."
"What the fuck were you thinking? You want me. You want to fuck me, if you were going to make a mistake, to fuck up your career, it should have at least been worth it."
"Stop it."
"I'm going to tell them what you did. I'm going to say you fucked her and came onto me. Said you were going to give me an A if I sucked you off. Said it would have been an A+ if I let you fuck me in the ass-"
"You stupid bitch, shut the fuck up!" He is angry, and stands. "Stop it. I want you to stop."
I pause. It's more fun to watch him squirm.
"I'm sorry. You must have been misinformed. I wouldn't sleep with a student." He sits at his desk, fuming, red.
I stand, walking around to his desk. He is in his chair and I lower down to sit on the desk next to him. "I'll make you a deal."
"No."
"Fuck me and I won't tell." He loathes me as he gets harder. "I'll never say a word." I lift up his face with my fingers. "Cross my heart, Sam."
"You're mistaken." He pushes my hand away, but lets his hand linger on my wrist.
"I won't say a word."
"You don't know what you're asking."
"Yes I do. And I want it." He stands and I grab his arm, squeezing it. "I want it. Now." My eyes narrow and he is getting angrier.
"You think so?"
"Fuck me."
"Shut up."
"Do it, you old pervert." He is seething, and finally grabs my arm. He pulls me off the desk and I gasp for the first time, grabbing onto his arm to steady myself.
He pushes me against the desk and I want his lips on mine. No such thing happens as he slap me across the face. I want to cry with the sting. He turns me around and shoves me against the desk so hard I can feel the bruise on my hips spread. He pulls up my skirt.
"This is what you want?" He pulls down my panties and pulls out his cock. He is already hard, swollen, red, dripping. So am I.
He shoves his cock inside me and holds it there, deeper than I've felt anything inside me. It hurts and I want to cry.
"Is this what you want?" He starts to buck against me, and I can feel it inside my stomach. He is pounding my cunt raw, slamming his hard cock deep inside me. I start to whimper, but he doesn't even acknowledge me. He grabs my hair and pulls it back, and I can feel him ripping my hair out of my scalp with his fist.
"Take it, cunt." I am aching. His hips pound so hard into me that I am slamming into the edge of the desk. I want to scream but as I open my mouth he puts his hand tightly over my throat and starts to squeeze. I can feel my pussy tighten around him, searing pain growing with every thrust.
His other hand comes down hard on my ass and I try and gasp but his hand squeezes tighter. I start to feel myself go limp against him, and I struggle harder for air. He loosens his grip and I gasp hard, wheezing, barely noticing as he continues to slide inside me. I catch my breath and squeeze my cunt on his cock, making him moan softly in the back of his throat. I start to cry as I catch my breath, and tears run down to his hand but he doesn't even flex to see what it is.
He squeezes again, bucking harder. I try and scream, I want to beg him to stop. It hurts too much and I know I am going to be cleaning blood from this pair of underwear tonight. His hand comes down again, harder on my ass. He comes down harder and harder each time.
His hand tightens so hard on my throat I think I may never breathe again and begins to cum inside me. His cum burns in my pussy, and he jerks with each load. He is filling me with cum, epic amounts of cum. As soon as he is done he pulls back and shoves me against the desk. He is gasping, sweating, closing his pants. He takes a few steps away from me as I lie on the desk.
He charges back over and begins to spank me. Each time he hands his hand on my ass I whimper and squirm, trying to move away from his hand. He places a hand on the small of my back and holds me as close to in place as he can. His hand pounds faster and I continue to cry, tears and spit running out onto his papers.
He finally pulls me up by my hair.
"Is that what you wanted?" He is breathing hard, red-faced.
I am silent.
He slaps me across the face. Hard. "I asked you a question."
"Yes." I whisper.
He smacks me again. "Louder."
"Yes." I announce.
He spits directly in my face. "Good girl. Are you going to tell?"
"Yes." He spits again, rubbing it into my face. I am decorated in bruises and mascara tears.
"Are you coming to class tomorrow?"
"Yes."
"Good girl. Now clean the fuck up. You look like a dirty slut."
He walks out. I am on time to class the next day.

Go buy eye hooks. They come in handy.

"You've been such a good girl for me." He says. "I'm so proud of you, and you know how I love showing you off." He's leading me to a wall with eye-hooks in two lines down the wall. I love his praise. It makes my heart pound and gets me wet and perky. I can't wait to serve him.
"But I worry that it's only because you enjoy it. That you're not doing it because it pleases me."
I open my mouth to explain that I love serving him, that I would do anything for him.
"Stop. Don't tell me what you think I want to hear." He pushes me against the wall hard enough to take my breath away. I am caught off guard, but never afraid he is angry. He stays so calm. He simply wants to know the depth of my submission, and I am pleased to show him what I am willing to do.
He takes a blindfold and puts it over my eyes. He knows what this does to me. He knows the first time he put it on I groped for him more, lost my breath more, and trembled when he wasn't touching me. I take a long breath and nod, smiling for him. I heard him chuckle and know that whatever he has planned will wipe that smugness from my face.
He shoves me against the wall and puts a piece of duct tape over my mouth. He tells me to squat down and I do, knees splayed and pussy exposed.
I feel ropes quickly wrap around each bicep. Ropes are tied down my arm and to each eye hook so I cannot move. I can barely squirm, and I love when he watches me squirm.
But that is my love, and not his.
I am crouched and I already feel a burn in my thighs and knees. I know he is done because I hear him walking away. I am breathing, and it's all I can hear for long stretches. I can barely tell if he is still in the room. I hear some movement, and footsteps approach. I am blowing hard out of my nose, waiting, and my nose begins to run.
I can feel the heat of another body standing in front of me. I wait. And then I hear it.
"Take your cock out." His voice, the one I have waited to hear, is on the other side of the room. I have no idea who is now unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock.
"Go." I hear him start to stroke his cock. I am still squatted, and he is now jerking off directly in front of my face. I am glad my mouth is covered, but I can still feel the heat of his body, hear him beating off, moaning a little in the back of his throat.
"Spit on her." This man who I have no clue about grabs me by the hair tightly. "No. I didn't say you could touch her. I said spit on her." He grunts and lets me go, spitting in my hair as he continues to jerk off, beating his cock over and over.
I picture him sitting and watching me, suit trousers and a button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His tie is loosened slightly, and he is leaning forward on his knees.
My thighs are burning as I continue to hold myself up and pull downward on my arms. I can feel the ropes searing my skin as I try and ease my legs. They start to tremble, and I continue to shift.
"Slap her tits." He know how much this makes me scream and whimper. My tits are sensitive, and he knows it. I start to yell behind the duct tape. I don't know who this man is, and I am afraid of what he thinks I can take.
His hand comes down hard right on my nipples and I yell as best I can, whimpering, snot dripping down my face. He slaps them again, whipping them hard with his hand. I continue to scream, or at least try.
"I want to hear her." And of course, the man rips duct tape off my mouth. I scream at everything, all at once in forceful yell. He continues to slap and I continue to whimper, trying desperately to move and still unable. I start to cry, sniffling, tears dripping down my face as he is relentless on my tits.
"Stop." He slaps once more. "Hey! I said stop. She's not your girl." I hear him shift in his chair as the man stops abruptly. "She's mine. And you'll stop when I say stop."
The man freezes and I am breathing hard, sniffling and sore. My legs are still shaking. For the first time, he addresses me. "Open your mouth, young lady." And I do, dropping my jaw and letting my tears stop.
"Continue." The man continues to jerk off. Faster. Jerking harder. I can hear him straining to cum quickly. I am shaking more and more. I want to turn my head so he cant cum in my mouth, but I hold steady.
"Finish." He grunts and begins to cum. It is in my hair, on my face, dropping down onto my tits. I am disgusted. I feel destroyed and picked apart, raw and exposed.
When the man is finished, he walks away, and I can hear them in mumbles talking to each other. They each exchange thanks and I wait for a door to close.
When we are alone, I hear him walk back over. My legs shake and I sweat in pain. I feel him take a wet washcloth and wipe off my face. It is so soft over my skin and into my hair. The ropes are pulled away so slowly, and I know my legs will give out as soon as he stands me up.
Pain rips through me as he helps me out of my squat. I cry out, and he lets me collapse against him. I am shaking still, blindfold still on. I am struggling to hold it together, and he holds me and my vulnerability together. He pulls the blindfold off and I blind, squeezing my eyes, hiding my face in his shirt, mascara and eyes shadow and whatever lipstick did not end up on the inside of the duct tape is now smearing into his shoulder.
And when I lean against him, I can feel his hard cock against my leg. He is straining, swollen, and I hear him make the smallest noise in the back of his throat when I push against him.
I am happy. I am pleased. Because so is he.

He's the kind of Uncle you don't talk about

I am fast asleep. I never remember my dreams, so I can't tell you what I was dreaming about right before I was ripped out of it. I just feel my hair pulled, twisted around a fist, and I am dragged out of bed to crawl across the floor to the chair against the wall. Uncle sits in the chair, and pulls me over is knee.
"Wake up, Jellybean." His voice is unamused and unsympathetic. He pulls my head back a little and my back arches. I can already feel his hard on swollen in his pants pressing into my stomach where I rest across his lap. He pushes it into me, but only to make sure he feels it more, not so I do.
He tugs down my pajama pants, under which I am already bare, and delivers a solid spank with his bare hand.
"Jellybean I said get up." He continues to spank, harder, firmer wit each smack. I can feel him leaving large red welts on my ass. His hands are so big, the skin on them thick and a little rough, that each spank feels like a leather strap.
I can feel his swollen cock move against me as I squirm from the spankings. He reaches underneath and pulls it out of his pants, pulling his pajama bottoms down just far enough. The pre cum dripping out is covering my stomach where my shirt has risen up. I don't know how to feel except dirty.
He continues to deliver spank after spank after spank and can't stop squirming.
"Jellybean, if you can't stop moving, I'm going to have to tie you down, and we don't want that, do we?"
I shake my head and try hard to stay still, but the blows are getting harder and harder. I can't help it but I try and squirm off his lap.
"Why did you make this hard, Jellybean?"
He grabs me by the hair and makes me crawl on the ground to my trunk. Uncle grabs the sheets off my bed and each arm is tied to the legs of the bed. He straddles my back and begins again, wailing on my ass as he strokes his swollen cock. I arch and point my toes, but I immobile. My ass is presented for whatever he likes, and today he likes spanking me over and over and over again with his strong hands. They fall in jazz rhythms. They fall in staccato, sharp and pointed. They fall in lyrical strikes, his arm dropping in slow crescents onto my sides, and the backs of my thighs. They fall hard and long, fast and sweet. And then he grabs, squeezing my ass with both hands, feeling how swollen and warm I am.
I am shaking.
He climbs off of my torso and gets in front of me, pushing his cock into my tight lipped mouth. He can't pull or push away. I can only let his slide the head, red and wet, into my lips and lick. He does not even bother letting me suck on it, letting me show what I good girl I can be when I suck cock. He simply shoves it in and continues stroking until he cums, filling my mouth and watching it drip down my chin.
He finishes, pulling out as a last few drops land on my cheek.
He unties me quickly and does not help me up.
"Make yourself as pretty as I know you can be, Jellybean, I'm making breakfast downstairs."
His coffee is ready, I can smell it. He leaves me in the bedroom to sort myself out, wash my hair and comb my hair. I see that before I even woke up this morning he picked out a dress he wants me to wear and I hobble up to put it on, taking a last look at my swollen, red cherry ass in the mirror before pulling on underwear. I have already begun thinking of ways to get my revenge.
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