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Teacher's my pet (WaveVelour & Trinc)

The girl examined the chastity belt with an interest that was as humiliating as disturbing. She seemed to gloat in his desperate situation, and Mark could nothing less that try to imagine what mischievous intentions she had. Though his lucubrations were interrupted when she put down her pants showing her shapely legs, and his imagination began to go wild. Not as wild as it went when she got rid of her panties, and he saw her sweet pussy in front of him. After being so near of Julia's pussy without being able to cum, he felt his mind flooded of images of himself licking Karen's pussy, and he surprised himself as he didn't crave to lick her clit and make her cum only as a mean to get his freedom, but he was genuinely aroused by the idea of eat her as much as she wanted. The blood pumped into his cock as fast as his mouth filled of saliva, and the cage moved and twitched as his penis tried to get a full erection.

"Please, Karen, let me free" he begged in a small voice. As it had happened in his offices, he was terribly worried about being heard by someone out there. "Please, I'll do whatever you want. I'll give you grades... I'll..." He interrupted himself as he realized that he had been about to say that he would eat her pussy, and that was too much to admit right now, at least out loud. “Didn’t know you were that kind of guy.” Karen suggested. "I'm not" answered the professor. "But... you know... Julia... She forced me into this" It sounded as the worst of excuses.

Then she turned to look for something in the bag, and Mark at the first moment tried to peek to figure what she was going to retrieve, but his eyes got glued to her nice ass. Between her thighs and under her but, he could see the fleshy labia of her slit, and he felt more aroused, his cock harder and his mouth wetter. But he began to tremble when she got a bright pink harness and put it on. "No, please" he begged with a hint of voice. He had never seen an artifact like that first hand before, but he was well aware of its purpose and he wasn't glad of the new situation at all.

But when the beautiful brunette ordered him to kneel, he fell on his knees as if he was a puppet whose cords had been cut, and he looked his tormentor from below, with a desperate look. Then she ordered him to kiss "her cock", and much to his own surprise, he leaned and put his lips on the bright tip, but instead of kissing it, he begged one last time "Please, Karen, don't do this to me". But his cock was still hard.
 
The complaints coming from the man told the cheerleader that the imprisonment of his cock might not be his call. To tell the truth, it wasn’t too hard to believe. That the captain could plant such a toy to ensure his manhood remained in check. However, Karen wasn’t quick to dismiss the idea of him being Julia’s willing man-pet. An undisclosed plaything for the assertive blonde’s amusement. A visible twitch to his jailed cock, an excited wiggle to his caged member made her doubt that the professor hated being in this questionable situation of his. This was rather common with men though. To have their bodies start pumping blood to their precious cocks whenever their eyes caught a glimpse of a promising woman. Given how little Karen wore, it perhaps was a natural reaction, to feel turned on despite the steel rings that hugged his member.

“For once, I’ll be grading you Mr. Reese.” The cheerleader claimed, eager to put her teacher’s cock-sucking skills to a mischievous test. Although the rebellious brunette didn’t smoke, her voice came out cold and deep. Her ego wasn’t as high as her blonde counterpart, however the professor’s adorable pleads stroked it regardless. In return, Karen stroked her artificial cock. Soft digits of the girl ran up and down on the pink dildo. The man had sunk to his knees rather easily. The student held the tip of her cock still for her teacher. Her legs slightly parted, the girl stood upright and confident in front of Mark, towering before him. In response to the man’s desperate pleads, she snapped her fingers and pointed them at her vibrant cock. Unlike Mark’s, hers was free and fully operational.

“I don’t have all day…” In the middle of his beg speech, instead of waiting for him to kiss it, Karen shoved her cock into Mark’s mouth, instantly muzzling the man’s fruitless appeal. The woman was neither, prissy nor gentle. Her fingers ran through his hair and closed in a snug clutch. Her waist jumped towards the man, driving the rest of her pink cock through his lips. Without hesitation, Karen began to fuck her teacher’s literate mouth. As expected from someone who had failed his class multiple times, her thrusts weren’t gentle, but crude. Harsh stabs from the cheerleader’s hips pumped the pink dildo in and out of Mark’s mouth. After another sharp thrust that dug the silicone toy down his throat, the girl paused for a moment. “Good boy.” She mocked. After a momentary rest, the dildo began to move again with the rhythmic sway of the cheerleader’s nice hips.

When her colorful toy was nicely coated with the man’s drool, Karen eventually pulled out the dildo that plugged his mouth. A step taken backwards popped her dildo off his spread lips. Quite crudely making her teacher blow her artificial cock was just foreplay for Karen though. It was rather how she warmed up for his actual penalty. Both of her hands remained on Mark’s head. “Bottoms up.” The cheerleader sharply pushed his head down, pressing his chin against the clean floor of the room. An action that would naturally stick the good professor’s manly buttocks out. She of course intended to claim the guy like no one ever did before, from behind.
 
Mark kept staring Karen awaiting for her next move, while she caressed her fake member with sinister satisfaction. The man couldn't help to envy her, he had spent all the night trying to jerk off to relieve the heat that Julia had caused without being able to do so, and there was Karen, displaying her strapon in front of his face. She stood before him with demanding pose, knowing that she was in control of the situation, and the professor looked her with equal parts of awe and fear. He looked to the plastic phallus again, hesitating to really touch it. Oh, Go, when had he lost the control of the situation so much?

"Please, Karen, I beg you, you don't have to do this, I'll give you whatever you want, but please, let me go..." He was so desperate that he didn't even asked for freedom, all that he wanted was to get away of that menacing fake cock. In fact, even as he was trembling, his own penis was still a bit hard. Not as much as it had been, but it was clear that being naked, kneeled and begging in front of a hot girl made him horny. But obviously to let him go that wasn't included in Karen's plans. The sexy cheerleader ran out of patience and shoved the synthetic cock into the teacher's mouth without warning. Mark almost choked when all that thing made its way up to his throat, but could get a breath of air when she pulled a bit back the dildo... and then she pulled it in again.

The girl started to move back and forth her hips in a steady rhythm that was anything but tender, and showed that she had done this many times. The professor discovered the true meaning of "facefuck" as she thrusted the synthetic penis to the bottom of his throat, and wondered if he would be able to breathe during that ordeal or he would faint of lack of oxygen. He felt the fake cock hitting his teeth in its sudden movements, and had to open his mouth as much as he could to try to avoid any damage, which allowed her to push her pink member further in his throat to his dismay. He wanted to beg her to stop, but he could hardly get air to breathe, he couldn't waste it in words that probably would be ignored. He could see her above him, looking at him with a look that mixed satisfaction, disdain and revenge, while she thrusted her strapon further into his mouth, asserting her dominance.

Finally, the girl got satisfied with the humiliation that she had inflicted on her teacher, and pulled out the plastic thing having a step back. Mark coughed spitting slobbers, and gasped for air, looking from his kneeled position at his tormentor. He was relieved that she had removed the dildo from his mouth, but he could see in her eyes that it hadn't finished yet. She abruptly put his head down to the floor, making him touch it with his face, and leaving his arse up in the air. The professor wasn't familiar with this kind of practices, but it didn't take a genius to realize what the girl's intentions were.

He began to groan pathetically and put weakly a hand trying to cover his rear and begged "No, for God's sake, no..." He didn't even dare to raise his voice, in fear that someone could discover them. He couldn't continue his pleads because he had a cough again due to the harsh treatment the girl had given to his throat with her strapon, the same that now was threatening to take his anal virginity while keeping him with his own member caged.
 
The bottom of the cheerleader’s backpack rose up from the floor, just like the professor’s, as the perverse brunette picked it up. Grabbing a bottle, Karen let her bag drop down on the floor with a small bang. Far from being the politest girl in college, she didn’t have very ladylike traits per se, usually having crude, but effective methods to deal with things. That included her horny teacher as well. Mark wouldn’t get a gentle treatment from this particular brunette. It was now her turn to teach him a lesson. A funny little lesson the good professor would keep thinking about for a while, especially whenever he sat on his ass. Throughout the rare times she spent in the classroom, whenever he had written something on the board, Karen had watched enough of the teacher’s butt. However, she wouldn’t mind inspecting his butt yet another time, more closely this time. The bottle in her hand, she circled around the professor’s quite compromisingly positioned body. The slaphappy brunette kneeled behind Mark’s exposed rear.

“Well…” With a small pop, the cheerleader opened the lid of the bottle. “You’re already giving me what I want.” Her determined digits closed around the man’s wrist as the girl swiftly pulled the teacher’s hand away from his bottom, making his little anus accessible for her questionable intentions. Before she could realize said mischievous deeds however, a generous amount of lube was required, for the teacher’s own good. Assuming Mark wasn’t accustomed to this kind of violation, using more, in fact, wouldn’t have hurt. Aligning the tip of the bottle with the top of his ass, Karen poured a tall spout of lube. The thick substance began to ooze down his butt crack, chilling and greasing wherever it touched. Perhaps feeling the cold liquid tardily sliding over his bare buttocks could make him understand the seriousness of his shameful situation, if he hadn’t already. “Oh, shut up… You’re getting it.” Denying the man’s uttered words of refusal, the young woman lubricated her pink dildo as well, using her fingers to further distribute it along the vibrant toy.

Decisive hands of the cheerleader gripped both of the man’s wrists. Karen pulled his arms back and paired his hands together behind his back, holding them in place. As the woman raised herself up on her knees, one of her smaller hands held the tip of her cock to line it up with Mark’s exposed back entrance. Lacking the coyness of the cheer captain, she didn’t bother to tease him first. Karen guided the head of her silicone toy with one hand and began pressing it against the teacher’s opening. Although she suspected it, the girl wasn’t sure if this was the professor’s first time. However, the same was not true for her. Mark wasn’t the first man or woman to suffer from the brunette’s kinky games. “There you go.” The girl snorted with the pleasant experience of invading the first inch of her teacher’s tunnel. When things were put on the rails now, she once again pinned the man’s hands against his back.

Without any quips to make, Karen unceremoniously thrusted her hips into the man. The dildo dug deeper in his round hole. The lubricant smoothened things, but the experience was hardly pain free. Her pink toy crudely slipped through his man-tunnel to fill the poor professor. It was a sudden strike what Karen had given to him, a swift thrust that stabbed his bum hole. While penetrating her teacher’s ass, Karen gasped with the pleasant feedback of her artificial member. In a bold act, she let him taste the belittling feel of getting his ass fucked by a girl, one of his students.
 
At that moment, he was already trembling of pure terror. The idea of stand up and run away through the door crossed his mind, but it didn't seem like a suitable option. At this time, the halls would be swarming of students and teachers going to their homes or offices, and if they saw him with such a lamentable semblance, it would be the end of his career and his whole life. The only sane option, as crazy as it could be, was to submit to whatever this sexy and evil girl wanted to do him. His begging degenerated first in a unintelligible gibbering and then in inarticulate groans when she poured the lube on his anus. As most of the teachers on the college, he had sometimes fantasized about having an affair with some of the sexiest students in his classroom, but not even in his worst nightmares would he had imagined to be sodomized by the girl. His eyes had tried many times to get a peek under their skirts when they sat down in front of him, and as the lube slid down to his balls and imprisoned cock, he wondered if what was happening now would be a kind of punishment for his guilty lubricity.

He hadn't feel so helpless in his life, all that he could do was to whimper softly and wait for the unavoidable. He was so terrified that he didn't even dare to look back to see how Karen lubed her fake cock with expert movements, but he gasped when she pushed the tip of the dildo into his virgin ass. He had never had any interest in pegging, so he had to bite his own tongue to prevent him to cry in pain when she pushed her hips forward and introduced the shaft ass down. Maybe if that had been a consensual practice, it wouldn't have been so humiliating, but being ass-raped by one of his most beautiful female students was incredibly degrading as well as painful. She was really decided to make him to offset all the offenses that she had suffered, real or imagined and there was no possible appeal to court: his die was cast.

With his hands firmly grasped at his back by the gorgeous brunette, and unable not only to cry for help, but to make any loud sound in fear of being discovered, the professor had to endure that Karen was making him her bitch as quietly as he could. Only gasps and tiny whimpers left his lips as she explored his interior without his permission and he focused on endure the pain. If his masculine pride had been severely battered the previous day with the treatment that Julia had given him, this girl was undoubtedly destroying it. But in his mind, the part of him that had loved to be smothered under Julia's ass and had been thrilled seeing Karen donning her strap-on, began to grow again, ready to set aside his most rational part and enjoy the humiliation.
 
All things considered, given how his cock was caged and his butt plugged, the good professor was doing a decent job coping up with his abuse at the hands of his wicked students. Karen took notice of the man’s quietness. There were of course some small inescapable moans and grunts, but he was relatively calm and collected for a man who had his ass violated by a bold student of his. The cheerleader worked keen and fast behind her teacher, pounding her charming hips against Mark in a steady pace. The small closet emphasized the soft sound of her hips slamming against the professor’s butt. Next to the intense cheerleading practices Julia had imposed upon the team, fucking Mark had been another good exercise for the lazy brunette. It was an amusing one as well. Karen had no regret riding the man from behind. It surely was an interesting day at collage.

One of the cheerleader’s arms ran around the man’s waist, her hand grabbing that restrained, sad cock he had. Between the steel rings that encircled his member, the brunette could feel the strained texture of Mark’s assumingly excited cock. “What’s wrong Professor?” His caged member gripped firmly in her clenched hand, the young woman kept riding him on the floor. “Can’t keep up?” She mocked, although he had actually been doing a decent job at the end of the girl’s pink dildo. Her knees spread a bit wider than his, Karen’s narrow waist moved back and forth behind the teacher’s bent bottom, each strike sliding the shaft of her toy in his tunnel. She perhaps didn’t study as hard as other students in school, but the cheerleader worked thoroughly on his penetrated ass. And this term, the brunette had a feeling that her hard work would grant her a good grade somehow.

“Ung! Unh! Yeah. Take it.” Rhythmic thrusts of the girl made sure the professor paid the ultimate price, profound defilement of his backdoor. Through the vibrant strap-on toy she wore, Karen channeled all the excess energy she had into Mark’s butt hole. Basically making the professor her man-slut for the moment. “Maybe I should bend you over every week.” Karen smirked, tugging on his imprisoned member throughout her teacher’s tense ass-pounding session. After she had blew off enough steam, the satisfied cheerleader’s constant thrusts began to ease down. Her digits held the pink dildo from its hilt, Karen slowly pulling the object that filled the man’s bum hole out. On its way out, the pink shaft slid a final time through his tunnel, the head of the kinky toy eventually popping out of her round opening.

Still holding the base of her silicone cock, Karen tapped its now free head against one of Mark’s butt cheeks. “Alright, get up.” The cheerleader ordered. She too got to her feet soon. The harness hugging her hips tight, the vibrant cock swayed up and down as Karen walked across the small room. “As promised…” She stepped out of the harness, a wet pussy revealing itself underneath. “…I’ll return your precious key.” The young woman claimed as she pulled her panties up her quite decent legs. “You can get it back from Julia tomorrow.” Although she had indeed made a deal, the girl had never stated to whom she would hand the key over.
 
The professor hadn't felt so utterly humiliated in his life. He stood still and as silent as he could while the gorgeous brunette raped his ass. At first, he was so afraid of being caught that he didn't even dare to pant in fear of being heard by anyone who was walking near the room. But soon the humiliation was so overwhelming that his rational mind just retired from control and let it to his most submissive part, the one that had been enjoying girls' punishments. He just let her do what she wanted to do him and tried to enjoy the ride. Mark could see himself in the eye of his mind, and it wasn't a dignified image. He was naked but for the metal cage imprisoning his cock, on his knees and with his hands at his back, firmly held by the pretty student. The pretty student that was pounding his ass mercilessly with a pink strap-on, and the fact that she was also almost naked wasn't consolation. He felt the dildo going inside of him, exploring without permission his most intimate parts, making him feel used like a piece of meat.

He could feel the plastic thing pushing against his prostate, and he could tell that it was a pleasurable feeling... but even with the generous amount of lube that Karen had poured on his anus, his virgin ass ached too much by the forced penetration. Then, the girl grabbed his caged member in the most aggressive and possessive way, almost using the chastity belt a handle, reminding him of each and every reasons he had to be ashamed. It was even more true because he discovered, to his own surprise, that his cock was still trying to get hard in its metal prison. He couldn't conceive how, but he was getting excited by being pegged by this beautiful tanned girl.

She didn't rush the least: her hips movement was steady, enough fast to put him in his place, but just enough slow to humiliate him even more. The teacher wasn't an expert, but he thought that Karen had practiced this far more than any of his lessons, and in some twisted reasoning, she was teaching him more effectively than he had ever been able to teach her. When she threatened to peg him every weekend, he let out a small groan in desperation, but his mind wondered how would be to be used on an regular basis, and if his ass would grow enough used to that punishment to get relief. He felt so stripped of dignity and his balls so swollen and heavy that to release his load was right now his main concern, regardless of how humiliating it was.

Then, at last, Karen was satisfied with her work, and removed the strap-on from his ass. Mark stood still kneeled on the floor, and only stood up when his student slapped his ass and ordered him to. He looked with terrified hope to the girl while she walked around the room, waiting for the longed key, but she crushed his hopes with the same cruelty that had exhibited before. When she stated that she was going to give the key back to Julia, Mark was about to cry. "Karen, please, you have had your fun... please, give me the key..." He begged miserably "At least let me cum once... just once... please... please..." his words became unintelligible as he sobbed quietly, naked on his knees in front of a sexy girls in lingerie, holding his cock cage.
 
If it weren’t for the steel rings that caged the professor’s cock and highly limited its freedom, the cheerleader was sure that the man’s rod would have reached a quite impressive length and hardness. Swollen balls that stood firm between his legs told the student that much. Ignoring Mark’s pitiful begging, she kept dressing up. Yes, Karen was a carefree girl. But no, even she couldn’t have risked being haunted by the captain’s constant complains if she had freed the teacher’s manhood herself, no matter how needy that thing looked to be right now. He had a handsome face, a well-built frame and also a fun ass to violate. The brunette was satisfied with the man’s unwilling services. However, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t see her again. And if he were to wonder what would be the price of setting his eyes on Karen’s appetizing body again, he should just pay attention to the pulses in his recently used anal cavity.

“I’m sorry Mr. Reese.” After inspecting the man’s enlarged balls, Karen turned him down. “You won’t be jerking off to me today.” The young woman suggested. He was free to try of course, to tickle his deprived member through the openings between the rings, if he wanted to frustrate himself even further that is. After today’s unexpected ordeal, the good professor had a lot to think about. And an assertive blonde to answer to. Leaving the desperate man to his thoughts, Karen walked out of the room.

***

As promised, a few hours into the day, and the key to a certain part of a particular academician returned to its original owner. Julia’s bestie Karen surely had a sadistic side. However she was also an honest person. Keeping the interesting moments she had with the professor a secret, it just wasn’t something she would do. Besides, explaining how much trouble she gave to the man, intensity of the moans she ripped from him, and in which position she did all these was kind of fun to talk about. The captain hadn’t gone easy on the man the other day as well. In comparison to her black haired friend though, next to the slaphappy cheerleader’s blunt, but effective punishment, the blonde’s earlier treatment could have been considered quite light and gentle. After all, it wasn’t the cheerful captain who had claimed the man from behind. That being said, she was the current owner of the key, and thus, the professor.

There wasn’t any scheduled cheering practice today. So, the captain wasn’t in her tempting cheerleading outfit. A pair of dark pants didn’t make a display of her nice legs, while a pale pink blouse didn’t offer much of a cleavage. Of course, the first thing Julia did after taking possession of the infamous key was to pay a meaningful visit to her teacher. No knock on the door to announce her visitation, Julia stormed into the man’s office. Her blonde eyebrows lowered sharply, her frustration added a disappointed frown to her pretty visage. Long steps she took put her shapely breasts into a hypnotic up and down motion under her pink blouse as she neared the man’s desk. Two hands sharply landed on top of the table in a concerning bang. “Did you fuck Karen?”
 
He looked at the girl while she dressed up without being able to do anything. She had done everything that she had wanted to him, and now he could only look at her, naked, kneeled and caged, with his balls as blue as the sky and his cock struggling to get out of its prison. Even after being raped by her, he was continuing finding her attractive, and his semi erected penis prevented him to lie to himself. When she got out with haughty steps, he still took a while to dress up himself, and he felt as weak and tired as if he had ran several marathons. He put on his clothes with slow and painful movements, dropping small amounts of lube from his ass with each movement until he put on his underpants.

He was more ashamed than he had ever been in all his life, but he also felt strangely aroused. His newly discovered masochist part was exultant with all these new experiences, and the humiliation that was overpowering his more rational mind let this lewd newcomer to get more and more control and power over the professor. Just one week ago, he wouldn't had admitted that he would like to submit to a pretty girl to the point of have his ass violated, but now he could no longer allow himself that.

Once he got completely dressed, he waited patiently until he couldn't hear anything out the small room, and then he took the opportunity to walk with hesitant step to his office. He felt too weak and overwhelmed to go home, and he didn't want to see anyone, not his students, not his colleagues nor his neighbors. With a bit of luck, given that he usually wasn't at his office at this time, nobody would disturb him there. He didn't run into anyone and he collapsed on his comfortable chair as soon as he could. He needed time to think, but somehow he knew that he wouldn't have a lot of it.

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He spent the following hours trying to sort his ideas and find an exit, any exit, of that situation. He wasn't sure about how the daring brunette had knew that the key opened his chastity cage, but it was obvious that it wasn't the first time that she used a strap-on. He wondered if he wasn't the first poor teacher that they did this to him, and if there had been others, what had happened with them.

It was so hard to think. His cock was still trapped in its metal prison, and even having cummed two days ago on that very table, he was horny as hell. He couldn't stop thinking about Julia's sensual curves, and how much he wanted to put his cock into her pussy, even his tongue would be fine. In fact, his submissive part, that now was so strong that he could control but not suppress it, was delighted with the idea of lick Julia again to an orgasm, or even to a big bunch of them. Mark knew that as soon as he could release all the lust that he had accumulated, he could think straight again and repress those thoughts, but the chastity belt that was imprisoning his penis somehow was enslaving also his mind.

Then the door opened violently and a furious cheerleader captain stormed into the room. Though she wasn't dressed as sexy as yesterday, the motion of her tits under her blouse was enough to enthrall the professor, who would had spend the whole day staring at them if the girl hadn't demanded if he had fucked Karen.

Of course, Mark was totally terrified of the pretty blonde's wrath, but he whined "I'm sorry, she forced me, I swear! She had the key and I could do nothing." He knew that trifles like logic wouldn't help him so much, so he retrieved a well wrapped package from a drawer and presented it to her as peace offering. "I bought this for you. It is the most beautiful that I could find to replace your panties" he stuttered. Inside the package, there was the most beautiful and expensive set of lingerie that he could buy for her, in a desperate effort to please the owner of his cock, and therefore, the owner of himself. Somehow he knew that it wasn't going to be enough...
 
With the short-tempered captain of the cheer team, no excuse Mark would come up with could have eased the blonde’s frustration down for he had done it with the girl’s best friend. It must have been already quite difficult to cope up with one devilish cheerleader, but being caught up in the middle was objectively worse. “I’d think you had higher standards!” Julia widened her fiery eyes at the man, judging her teacher on the intimate moments he shared with Karen. “A hundred twenty pound-girl forced you?!” The irritated blonde asked, refusing to see the irony in her statement. The package put on the desk managed to become a brief distraction from the captain’s scolding. The young woman surely liked having presents, surprise gifts to spoil her. Although it was really her who had suggested it in the first place, recent developments made her almost forget about the underclothing he was supposed to pick for the cheerleader.

“You know what?” The owner of Mark’s manhood questioned while unpacking her gift. “Your sentence’s just extended.” Julia decided, the penalty in question of course being the crude imprisonment of the man’s expressive cock. “What’s this anyway?..” The blonde asked in a quieter tone as she finished opening the present bestowed upon her charming figure. Two slender fingers began to raise the undergarment set out of its container. It was an elaborate piece, taking her some time to comprehend what kind of appeal it would form on her pleasant frame. “A lingerie?” Julia lowered the undergarment back in the box. “This is how you say sorry? Ungh!” The dashing blonde was a hard girl to please, even more so when she was irritated. Whether the man was indeed sorry for spreading his bare butt cheeks for the captain’s friend or not, Julia required an apology, and a formal one at that too. One threatening finger pointed towards Mark, the captain ordered the good professor. “Sit right there,” before she stormed out of the man’s office, the package stuck under her arm.

By the time Karen finished fucking the man, returned the key to the captain, and Julia did whatever she was doing after her initial confrontation, it was almost six now. All classes were over, the students out of school to have a crispy meal of fish and chips on another Friday or to do whatever they fancied after a workweek. Julia returned to the man’s office after an hour or so. Using one of her feet, she pushed the door open. Not because she was a gangster, but since her hands were full. The young blonde didn’t look any different, same casual outfit covered her fit form. Perhaps, things could be fancier underneath them however. The black object she carried with her felt heavier on her soft hands than she anticipated. The antique typing machine was taken from the display in library. Admirably still functional, Julia dropped the vintage typewriter onto the teacher’s desk with a light grunt, numerous metal contraptions within the object clanging across the room.

A familiar command rang in the office. “Take your pants off.” Julia demanded on her way to close the door from inside. She intended to perform a similar task herself, and eager to discipline the helpless teacher for his wrongdoing of today.
 
Mark was aware that it sounded lame that a young girl had forced him to anything, but these girls scared him more than the devil himself. In fact, having into account that up to now Julia had only been mildly annoyed by the professor neglecting, he was terrified of the mere idea of facing her true wrath. He had bought the sexy lingerie hoping to please her enough to get an orgasm, but on front of her fiery gaze, it had become almost his only hope to appease her anger.

Usually he hadn't so many troubles dealing with women, but the fact she had the key of his locked cock made that a whole new situation. To worsen everything, he was extremely horny since she had sat on his face until she came yesterday, and his aching prisoner cock was proof enough that even the rough treatment that Karen had given to his ass.

That's why his world fell apart when she decreed that his sentence was going to be extended. But in some strange way, he felt aroused when she displayed that kind of power over him, and his cock twitched in it's prison steel. That sensation was tremendously increased when she unpacked his gift an examined it thoroughly. His hot imagination created an image of Julia wearing the lingerie set, and having seen her naked, it was a very detailed one. He imaged her in that incredibly sexy outfit giving him orders and sitting on his face until she reached the climax, and that set his libido on fire again.

When the cheerleader ordered him to stay in his office, he stood there meekly and horny. He was not only getting used to obey orders from sexy young girls, he was starting to get aroused by obeying them. In fact, he would had masturbated each minute that he was waiting for Julia if he hadn't been in chastity, so his cock remained as hard as it could all that time.

So he was fantasizing about the sexy cheerleader uniform, when the girl came back, and the professor was quite puzzled by the vintage machine she was carrying. But her orders left no room for reinterpretation, so Mark removed his pants and stood there, his knees trembling and his mind wondering what was that typing machine for.
 
Almost anyone in collage could confirm Julia’s short tampered nature, how much fury could fit into her shapely frame. Not much really as instead of holding it to herself, the assertive young blonde rather released her frustration to the outside, and upon the unlucky souls who breathed the same air as hers. Her arms loosely crossed across her chest, the cheer captain’s fiery gaze watched the man follow her commands. She didn’t doubt her influence over her teacher. And it was no surprise he had no trouble, felt no shame to drop his pants in front of this particular student of his. The good professor standing now bottomless before her high presence, Julia confirmed he still had his steel prison in place, that his expressive cock was still as helpless as before. The heated moments with her so called best friend hadn’t really changed his manhood’s apprehended state. Hopefully, having his ass penetrated by some other girl hadn’t made him forget the real owner of his member of virility as well.

“Good!” The hot-blooded girl in the room simply approved the man’s obedience. Mark better got used to hear the blonde bark orders at him. The downside of witnessing the captain’s charm was to bear up against her demanding attributes of her vivacious persona. A pair of bright eyes threatened the man’s encircled cock from a distance. A short glance at his member revealed that the girl’s aggressive visit hadn’t made it any less hard as it stood upright and firm within the circular border of its metal prison with preferably more eagerness than Karen’s short company. After the appearance of Mark’s caged cock, it was Julia’s turn to reveal more skin. Her little digits holding the end of her blouse, the captain began to roll the garment up. Her flat belly began to show up as the girl started to pull it up her body. And shortly after, first hints of lace above that.

Not being as slovenly as the last girl who violated the professor’s rear, Julia wouldn’t have worn any piece of underclothes before washing it first. This time however, she had made an exception. Unsurprisingly, the undergarment he bought looked a lot better on the woman’s delightful form than it did in the store. Removal of her pants put it on display wholly. Diverging from the cheerful colors of what she usually wore, the dark lingerie gave the blonde girl a different kind of spectacle. Lace detailed fabric curtained the essential parts of her body. The straps produced a harness that dug into her fair skin. Although the set had many straps that ran across Julia’s soft skin, it didn’t provide much cover to the captain’s body. It rather drew a minimalistic and elaborate design.

Golden stands of the cheerleader contrasted the black undergarment that embellished her cheerful frame as she pointed at the old typewriter on the desk. “Carry it to the floor.” The captain ordered as she had no intention of lifting that relatively heavy thing again herself. Taking a few steps back, Julia stood in the middle of the office room, her finger now pointing down at her feet. “Put it riiight here. And huddle up at the thing.” Blue eyes squinted at the bottomless teacher. “Stop staring and get to work. You have a formal apology to write.”
 
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