Tiffany woke the following day and stepped out of bed. As her foot hit the ground she gasped and hobbled a little; she could feel the pain still resonating from the previous night's assault. Her tits and nipples were bruised and swollen and the top of her legs were bruised and battered.
She instinctively went to grab her silk dressing gown that she meticulously laid on her bed each night. However, as she picked it up the cold reality of her situation came crashing back down around her, as she remembered Matthew's demand for her to remain naked at all times. She instantly felt self-conscious again, knowing he could be watching her as she dropped it back onto the bed and got up to use the bathroom and get ready for the day ahead.
It was a strange feeling being watched. For the first ten minutes she was conscious about Matthew watching her nakedness. Her hands would try and cover as much of her body as possible, but soon enough she forgot the cameras were there. She actually liked being naked. A sort of guilty pleasure only she knew about and indulged in... until now.
As she stepped out of the shower and removed the shower cap, that kept her tresses completely dry, she heard a knock at the door. "Must be the postman." She thought to herself.
This time, she grabbed her dressing gown and rushed to the door, making sure that the silk material hugged her naked form and covered her stunning body. She slowly unlocked and opened the door, peering her head through the gap. Just as she was about to speak she saw Matthew stood there in his school uniform. "Why are you wearing your dressing gown?" He growled.
"I...um...I...thought." She spluttered before Matthew barged his way into the house and with the door still wide open he pulled the gown from her body. As it fell onto the floor, she felt the breeze attack her bare body and Tiffany immediately covered her frame with her hands and kicked the door shut. Matthew grabbed a nipple in each hand and twisted the bullets as hard as he could. "Aaaaarrrggghhhhhhh." The young teacher squealed in agony.
"Don't you ever disobey me again." He demanded.
"Arrggghhh, sorry, sorry, sorry I promise." She apologised as she winced in pain.
He relented the pressure on her nipples and pushed her up against the wall. His mouth and tongue slobbered over her globes as he kissed and licked her nipples, as his hand wandered in between her legs pushing them apart; his hand quickly rubbing her clit. Tiffany desperately wanted to push her student away, but she knew that she had no choice but to allow him to use and abuse her so she just closed her eyes and hoped the schoolboy would get his thrills and leave.
She couldn't deny however, that her snatch was now a damp mess from both his fingers between her legs and his mouth assaulting her sensitive nipples. She relented and adjusted her stance, opening her legs further apart as he thrust a single digit deep into her pussy, ramming it deep inside her. His finger, right up to the knuckle, was buried inside her he arched his finger slightly and proceeded to finger fuck her.
He could hear his teacher quietly moaning, and when he felt her hips gyrate onto his finger, he smiled. "I knew you were such a slut... letting me just barge in here and finger fuck you...." he taunted. Matthew could tell that his teacher was getting close to cumming. He pulled his wet digit from her pussy and put the coated finger to her mouth, making her lick and suck her juices until it was clean.
"I'm going to make your breakfast. I want your hair curly today." He commanded as he vanished into the kitchen. Tiffany just nodded and disappeared to fix her hair.
As Tiffany walked into her bedroom, she had to admit that she felt a little frustrated that she had let herself be manhandled like that, and that Matthew had brought her so close to an orgasm. She was horny and needed to cum, and was cruelly denied. She sat at her dressing table, naked, and started to curl her hair when she saw Matthew appear in her mirror with a plate in his hand.
"Breakfast is served." He grinned as he placed the plate on the floor in the corner of the room.
Tiffany looked at him a little baffled. "Why is the plate in the corner?" She asked.
"Get on your hands and knees, and crawl over to your breakfast. Eat it like the dog you are."
Tiffany couldn't believe what she was hearing and just sat there motionless. Surely he couldn't expect this of her? Her entire body shook as he bellowed. "NOW." As he pulled his phone out, knowing he was serious, she sunk to her hands and knees and slowly crawled over to the plate, blushing red at the humiliation of it all. When she reached the plate, she saw that he had cut up a banana into several little pieces and had cum all over the fruit.
Still on her hands and knees she looked at her breakfast. She couldn't possibly eat that. She dropped her head and sighed. Tiffany threw up a little in her mouth as she saw the glistening cum run off of the banana and onto the plate.
"Please, please anything but this." she begged her tormentor.
Her pleas fell onto deaf ear as Matthew grabbed the back of her head and forced her face into the mixture of banana and cum, smearing her face into it. "Eat it....or else."
She knew she had no option and with tears flowing from her eyes she slowly began to eat her breakfast, each mouthful made her feel both more sick and more humiliated. She was about half way through her breakfast when she felt him turn her body so she was on her back. "Open wide..." he said as he let the rest of the meal fall into her open mouth. With a mouth full of cum and banana, Tiffany tried her best to consume the awful meal, but felt body quiver as his tongue swept across her widespread pussy lips. "Mmmmmmmmm." A little moan slipped past the mass of food in her mouth and out of her lips.
Matthew's mouth was glued to his teacher's pussy lips he sucked hard, letting his tongue curl deep into her moist gash. She involuntarily twitched as her interior muscles closed around his tongue. He moved his mouth to the tip of her clit and softly nibbled it with his teeth.
Tiffany squirmed and moaned as she continued to try and finish the mass of food in her mouth. On her back, she found it a little difficult to swallow. Some of the cum was dripping down her cheeks and onto the carpet. He moved to her open slit and took deep, penetrating licks of her glistening cunt. Tiffany's moans got louder and louder as he continued to thrust his tongue deep inside her snatch.
Once more, as soon as he knew she was closing to achieving the orgasm that her body desperately wanted, he removed his tongue from her. She had just about finished her banana breakfast. Her face was covered in the mixture of spunk and fruit. "Wipe your face, you look a state." He smirked as he picked up the empty plate and disappeared from the room.
Tiffany sat up against the wall in a ball, feeling deeply confused and frustrated. Confused because somehow her geeky student had made her feel so horny and frustrated because he had already brought her to the brink twice today and then stopped she was desperate and willing to do almost anything to cum.
When Matthew returned to the room his teacher was still sitting in the corner. He ignored her and rummaged through her wardrobe, throwing her a short pale yellow plaited skirt and a plain white tee shirt. "Put these on then drive me to school." He ordered.
Tiffany was going to ask about underwear but she knew that it would be pointless, so she put the garments on without saying a word, cleaned the mess from her face and finished curling her hair.
As they made the short journey to the school, Matthew placed his hand on her leg and his fingers slowly stroked her inner thigh. Without realising, Tiffany had slightly widened her legs. Once they arrived at the school Tiffany got out of her car and heard Matthew say rather loudly. "Miss Jones, have you wet yourself?"
She turned and looked down at the seat that her was sat in and saw a large damp patch. Her cheeks turned a shade of bright red. "I...ummm."
Matthew interrupted his teacher. "I think my teacher is a horny slut."
Tiffany's cheeks reddened further. She couldn't deny it. She was uncontrollably horny and she did feel like a slut. Matthew's hand quickly disappeared up her skirt and grabbed her pussy in a claw like motion and roughly squeezed the soaking mould. He smirked as he brought his hand back from under the skirt. "I'm right, ain't I?"
Tears welled in her brown eyes as she softly nodded her head. "I can't hear you." He smiled.
"Yes....yes I'm a horny slut." She conceded.
"Meet me in the library at dinner, don't you dare not turn up." He demanded before walking away from her.
The entire morning Tiffany felt paranoid that she had a visible damp patch in her skirt and she knew that her erect nipples were very noticeable through her tee shirt. She was also paranoid that the other teachers were speaking about the way that she had starting dressing for her job.
By the time that dinner arrived, Tiffany was still horny and hated the fact that she was actually looking forward to seeing Matthew. Her twisted mind hoping that he would drag her into a cupboard somewhere and give her the orgasm that they both knew she was craving.
As instructed, she entered the library and saw that Matthew sitting at a table in a secluded corner, far away from most other students and faculty. Nervously, she walked over to her student and sat next to him. As soon as she sat down, he immediately grabbed her hand and placed it onto his crotch. She gasped as she realized his cock was already out, hard, and waiting for her.. "You know what to do." He said quietly, and just smiled.
She quickly glanced around, and seeing that nobody was watching she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and began to glide her hand up and down his piece. Even though she couldn't see his cock she could tell that it was big as much as eight inches long.
She noticed that her expert hands had put Matthew in a state of bliss. As he started to breathe heavily, she glanced around a second time and started to wank him at a furious pace until she heard him groan under his breath. "Ooooohhhhh." And that is when she felt his sticky fluid shoot onto her hand. Tiffany hated to admit it, but making her geeky student cum in the school library had turned her on even more. So much so that without thinking about it she turned to him and begged. "Please when is it my turn?"
