Schoolgirl’s Dress Code Discipline - Sex Stories

Schoolgirl’s Dress Code Discipline

... and out of her between his words, punctuating them by almost withdrawing from her impaled pussy before driving home, battering her cunt.

"But we need—Sir, please, we—"

"You know you love this, whore" Denton spat, not ceasing his thrusting violation for a moment. "You love feeling raw, older cock wrecking you. You don't want some stupid rubber between us. You want raw Daddy dick, don't you?" His words were just like the filth she read when she touched herself, as was how he took her, how much bigger than her he was . . . it was everything she had ever wanted while finger-fucking herself.

"Yes, Sir! Yes Daddy! Fuck me raw! Fuck me!"

Somehow, Denton's fucking got deeper. "Take this bareback dick, slut!"

"Oh, no, Sir! It's too much! I can feel you in my stomach! Fuck! Fuck me!"

She felt his cock grow even larger. She knew what was coming. She had gotten herself off to enough videos of twitching, orgasming cocks. "I'm cumming, slut! Fucking take every drop!" He kept his cock lodged against her cervix as she felt those pulsing, warm shots of jizz staining her teen pussy. This was too much. Her cunt clamped down as she came all over his dick, as if her body needed to drink up every drop of cockcream it could drain from Denton—from her Sir, from her Daddy.

"Yes! Breed me! Own me!" As her words left her mouth, she felt him pound his still-spewing dick into her, rough and deep. Her eyes rolled back.

His body was draped over hers. She felt his weight on her back ...

... as he kept his cock firmly planted in her. Letting it drain. Letting her body absorb his spunk.

She didn't know how long he had her like that, but eventually he peeled himself off her. He pulled his half-hard cock from her sore pussy. She grunted.

"Look at that," Denton's voice dripped with awe. She felt a huge glob of cum gush out her cunt as he said it. Then she heard a camera shutter. She looked back over her shoulder and saw he had his phone out. He was taking pictures of her. Of her bent over, bred body. She felt herself smile reflexively. It was proof. Proof she was the cumdump slut she'd always fantasized about being.

The school bell rang over the PA speaker in Denton's office. "Now," he said, "get yourself together and get to your next class."

She complied. She didn't say anything. She couldn't. Post-copulation—now that she was no longer being used like a whore—her shame set back in. What had she done? What had he done? What if she got pregnant? But she made no sound. She pulled her dress down and straightened her sex hair as best she could. She moved to the office door before realizing.

"Sir," she breathed meekly, "what about my panties?"

He held them up for her to see. "These are mine now.” His gaze held hers as he inhaled. “Maybe you'll get them back next time." She gulped. "I'll check on you again soon, Annabel."

She left. Mrs. Fisk was staring at her computer through her horn-rimmed glasses. She paid Annabel no regard.

On the way to class, ...