Marcos had a few days break, coming up with who he wanted to fuck next. He was having a fun time with his two current sluts, but he couldn't help but want more. His dick had so much potential, and he wanted to see how far he could bring this. How many people he could turn into sluts. After all these years of bullying, he wanted to take revenge on the rest of the world. People were cruel unrelentless beings, and he wanted to show them that a guy who did have a small dick could end up being an extreme alpha-male.
He was still trying to think through the girls in the school when his English teacher leaned down over his desk to hand him his essay back. He looked down at it and his jaw dropped. Is she fucking serious? She gave him an F! He had worked really hard on that paper, and definitely didn't deserve that mark. What was her problem?
His eyes roamed over her body. It was good she was hot, if not... she would just be an ugly bitch. She was a modest woman though, and tried to hide her body all the time. Marcos had a keen eye, and was sure he saw her giant tits once in a while, when she was unaware of the way her sweaters moved against her body. She had puffy pink lips that she made even better with lipstick, and long dark wavy hair that fell by her waist when she didn't have it up in a ponytail. She would've been akin to a goddess to Marcos if she wasn't so rude to her students all the time. It was merely because her subject wasn't as important to the students as biology or calculus, and she wanted to punish them for it by giving them incredibly unfair marks. Marcos grinned to himself as he leaned back - maybe he should be teaching her a lesson this time.
He was almost a bit nervous from this... He didn't know how well his dick magic actually worked. Could he turn his teacher into a whore for his giant cock as well? Or would his plan fail miserably? His dick was already twitching in his pants from anticipation.
When the bell finally rang, he shoved his stuff in his backpack, waiting for the class to clear out. He then approached her slowly, his eyes staring at her like a predator. "Miss. Holatta, I was wondering if I could talk to you about the paper we just got back." He said as he stood in front of her desk. She looked up at him with her thick black glasses, like he was another stupid student she needed to deal with.
"Yes, what did you want to talk about?" She asked.
"I was wondering why I got this mark, there's no indication of what I did wrong." He said, wanting to confirm she was indeed a bitch.
"There's no way you wrote that paper on your own, I know you plagiarized." She said calmly. What?!
"What do you mean? Why do you think that?" He asked, completely confused.
"It just doesn't seem like something that you would write." It didn't make sense at all, she's never even seen anything written from him before. And just because he didn't answer questions in class doesn't mean he wasn't smart. Was she simply assuming what he was like and how intelligent he was simply by the fact that he was a big boy with a jock body that got in trouble for flashing his dick? What kind of teacher just assumed things like that?
"You've never seen my writing before, I'm not sure what you mean." He said. "Are you somehow assuming my intelligence based on the way I act?"
She finally looked up at him, giving him her attention. She put her glasses at the top of her head and stared with her mascara filled eyelashes. "Marcos, I have been an educator for almost a decade now, I know the way that students behave, and I know when they're cheating. Did you pay off another student to write this for you?"
He was appalled. "Are you kidding me? You're failing me based on an assumption?"
"Is that how you talk to your teacher?" She said. "I could expel you for this."
"No you can't. You would have to justify to the principal why you gave me a failing mark for no reason!" He said, getting very pissed off now. He would really have to teach her a lesson now. He dropped his pants in front of her in one motion, and since he didn't decide to wear any boxers today, his dick was in full preview of his teacher.
She gaped at him, not able to believe that he was really doing this. Before she could do anything though, he walked backwards towards the door and closed it, locking it with a click. "Marcos! What did we say about dropping your pants in front of people who didn't ask for it?! You are AT SCHOOL! How dare you! I am your teacher!" She said in the most mom-voice possible, her voice almost shrieking.
"Like what you see?" He cooed, like the tone of voice didn't bother him at all.
"No! Put your pants up this instant!" She said. He didn't, though. Instead, he started stroking his dick slowly, making his semi-hard cock even harder. It was growing underneath him, its girth getting larger as he groaned. She stared at him, her eyes so wide it looked like it was going to pop out. "Stop!" She said again.
"Don't pretend you're not enjoying this." He said. He approached her like a predator, his hand still on his cock.
"I'm not. Marcos, this is rape! This is not okay!"
"That's what they all say before they fall in love with this." He said, looking down at it. He grabbed her wrist and leaned her back against the windows of the classroom, and placed his lips on hers before she could say anything more. She groaned in annoyance into his mouth, and before he could actually kiss her, bit down on his lip.
He gasped his lip bleeding slightly. "Elain..." He said, using her first name out loud of the first time.
"Don't you dare call me by my first name!" She said. "Let go of me!" She twists her wrists, but there was nothing she could do against his strong grasp.
"I can do whatever I want. And if you dare bite down on me again, I'll promise to do worse." Hoping his threat had gotten to her, he placed his lips on her again. She was still as a rock as he explored her mouth, his tongue twirling around hers as he pushed in further. He then flipped her around, leaning her against the glass windows of the classroom.
"What are you doing? Someone could look up and see us!" She said, her tone shifting from anger to worry.