The Rules of Detention - Sex Stories

The Rules of Detention

... “This is documented proof, in case no one believes me. She told me that unless I had sex with her, she would fail me and get me kicked off the football team,” he said, then shut off the camera. Felicia felt tears swell up in her eyes. She wanted to scream but could find no courage. She worried about her job. Would she lose her job because one of her students was sexually assaulting her? She knew any allegation against a teacher meant career homicide, whether she was innocent or not. “Why are you doing this?” she asked, still holding her shirt closed with her hands. Derek walked towards her and slapped her hands. “Did I say to cover up those tits?” he asked. Tears streamed down her face. “What do you want!?” she screamed at him. Derek grinned. “I want you to be my little slut,” he said. He unbuckled the belt around his waist and unbuttoned his jeans. He pulled out his massive hard cock, taunting Felicia with it. She looked amazed at the size of his cock. It wasn't just long, but thick and engorged. Her heart skipped as he started stroking his cock with his hand, then held the phone up as a video camera again. He walked over to Felicia and put his hand on her shoulder. He pushed her down into a kneeling position, which she tried to fight off. “I was hoping you would fight back,” he chuckled, using both his hands to fight her to her knees. He grabbed a fistful of hair from the back of her head. “Open your mouth slut!” he commanded. She started to push him away by his hips. ...

... “That's going to get annoying,” he said, then pulled his belt off his pants. He pushed her onto her stomach and straddled her back, feeling her squirm underneath her. “Please stop!” she begged as he pulled her arms behind her back. He locked them both in the belt, tightening it so she couldn't push him away, and so he could make her feel like the helpless little cunt she was. He grabbed her by her forearm and pulled her back up into a kneeling position. “Please Mr. Mason,” she begged, her face streaming with wide-eyed tears. “You'll call me Master Mason when I'm giving you my glorious cock you whore. I have you on video with your tits out and a student in the room,” he said. Felicia was feeling vulnerable, weak, and submissive at the same time. She felt she had no choice but to abide by his rules. “Please, master,” she begged. Derek yanked her by her hair, causing her to yell out. He shoved his cock through her parted lips until he hit the back of her throat. “If you bite me, that video will be going viral within 24 hours. You don't want that do you?” he asked. The look on her face was enough for Derek to know she would comply. Derek continued pumping his cock into her throat. Felicia felt every pump hit her tonsils, almost making her gag. He hadn't even put his whole cock in yet, and she hoped he wouldn't. He held the phone in his left hand, pointing it down at Felicia as he bobbed his cock in and out of her mouth. Her tits were bouncing with each thrust, making them jiggle. He ...