This story is based on an online roleplay I did many years ago and had the presence of mind to save to a text document. It went on and off for almost a month and has been a favourite read ever since. I will try to write it from both perspectives.
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M-1.
It was late and Anita was still in her office, probably thinking she was alone. She was not though. I was there too, in my office grading papers. Whether I had anything of what happened that night planned I can't honestly remember when I write this down but I had been watching her and had been having some pretty kinky fantasies about her for a while, ever since she started working as a teacher at the school I was principle for. I think perhaps what happened did so in the heat of the moment. I took a chance and it turned into a gloriously twisted game.
I saw her walk by my office towards the restrooms. I don't think she noticed me being there since I only had my desk lamp lit, and she seemed to be in quite a hurry. I switched off my desk lamp and got up to follow her. I saw her slip into the ladies room and waited outside just long enough for her to get into a stall, hitch up her short tight skirt, pull her panties down and start to pee before I followed her. There are two stalls but only one door is closed. I smiled and knocked on it. Hard.
- Open the door. I know you're in there Anita.
My voice was demanding and without waiting for a reply I got my Swiss army knife out and started to pick the lock. Inside I could hear her gasp and give off a short frightened scream. I also heard her scrambling to get dressed, finished or not.
The lock gives way and I open the door. Anita was hunched forward, halfway between sitting down and standing up, with her panties around her knees, drops of piss still dripping from her cunt. She looked up at me, her face all red with embarrassment and smiled awkwardly.
"Oh it's you. Hi. You scared me a bit."
I had expected a bit of anger from her for intruding on her the way I did but her meek reaction proved to me that I had read her right over the few months I'd known her. I smiled back at her and stepped into the stall. As I further invaded her private space she sat back down, panties at her knees and looked up at me, surprised, a little scared.
I opened my pants, pulled out my cock out. With an even bigger smile I started waving it in her face. It was already semi-erect from the anticipation and the excitement of intruding on her in the restroom. She blushed and her eyes moved from my cock to my face and back as if she wanted to ask what she was supposed to do even if she of course knew exactly what I wanted her to do. I think she just wanted to hear me saying it out loud, order her to do it. I jerked my cock close to her face in silence for a while watching her squirm with humiliation for letting me do it, and probably also from actually getting aroused by it.
"Suck my cock!"
I gave her a dominant look, a look that didn't allow for any objections or questions, just obedience. She looked back at me, hesitantly, humiliated, probably realizing that she had already let the situation develop too far to start getting angry about it and tell me to fuck off.
"I said Suck my cock you filthy whore!"
I grabbed her hair and pulled her closer, her lips touching my cockhead. She looked scared but her lips opened up just enough for me to push my cock into her mouth. I kept pushing my cock deeper until it stopped at the back of her throat. I held her head firmly, my balls pressing against her chin, her nose pressed against my pubic bone. My cock swelling to its full size made her gag. Her hands flailed about trying desperately to push me away. I pulled out and started to fuck her mouth deep and hard like I would a cunt or an ass, my balls slamming against her chin, her throat slowly opening up through a series of hard gags. Just as I feel her throat give way just enough to let me push into her throat I pulled out and slapped her hard across the face, once with the palm and once more with the back of my hand.
"On your knees whore!"
She whimpered pathetically at the slaps but obeyed without hesitation. Her eyes, as she looked up at me, told me that she was simply too scared to do anything else. She slid off the toilet and dropped to her knees in front of me. She lowered her eyes in shame and humiliation, and perhaps to hide the tears she could no longer hold back.
"Turn around whore!"
Hesitantly she obeys, pushing her ass out at me, probably thinking I am going to fuck her doggy style.
"Hands behind your back!"
My voice was commanding and harsh, and she obeyed slowly. I could sense her arousal as she leaned her waist against the toilet. I grabbed her hair and wrapped it around my hand a few times. She whimpered but kept her hands behind her back.
I wish I could have seen her eyes flare up with fear, (at least I imagine they did), when I pushed her head into the bowl, so deep that her forehead is pressed against the porcelain and loose strands of her hair falling into her own piss. She started to protest when it dawned on her what I was about to do. I told her to shut the fuck up, hit her head against the bowl and flushed the toilet. The water mixed with her own piss splashed up all over her face and hair. As her hair was getting sucked down with the water I pushed her even further down.
I got behind her and pulled her head out of the bowl by the hair.
"Which of your filthy holes do you want me to fuck first whore?
Before she had a chance to reply I pushed her down and flushed again. Less water the second time since the tank hadn't been fully refilled but enough to get my point across.
