The Battered Lamp Chapter Nine: The Insight of the Rakshasa - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Nine: The Insight of the Rakshasa

... with me. We're going straight to the Principal.” Her eyes lingered for a moment on his cock. “And put that away!” His concubines trembled as they stood up. Kyle handed Toni her panties and spankies back, and she quickly pulled them on, flushing deeply as Ms. Capello looked on. Then the teacher marched the group out of the cafeteria. Corey shook his head, mouthing, “I told you.” Kyle gave his friend a confident wink. Ms. Capello marched the group out of the cafeteria and across the quad to the main building. “We're going up to my classroom, and you're going to wait there while I fetch the Principal. His office is too small to fit the lot of you.” Kyle nodded, grinning. Toni clung to his arm, shaking with fear. “It'll be okay,” he whispered. “I have a...” “And no talking!” They entered the main building, walking through the mostly empty hallways, past the rows of beige lockers, and climbed the staircase near the library to the second floor. Her English class was the second door on the right, and she pulled a key out of her skirt's pocket and unlocked her classroom, ushering them inside. Kyle let his concubines enter first, then he snagged his teacher's arm. She froze in disbelief, staring at his hand. Her mouth worked, and she started to protest as he yanked her inside the classroom. “Lock the door,” he told her. “What?” Her brown eyes were wide, and her impressive bosom heaved. “I said to lock the door,” Kyle said, sounding firm as a rock. “You're not going to tell the ...

... Principal anything.” “Of course I am,” she whispered. “You're just making things worse for yourself, Kyle.” Chyna, the boldest of his concubines, hooked her arm around Toni, and whispered in the cheerleader's ear. The girl blushed, and let Chyna lead her farther into the classroom. Ms. Capello saw them, and blushed as they kissed. “You need to listen to me! I'm a teacher!” “You're a woman that craves to be mastered,” Kyle stated. “And I'm going to be so masterful to you.” He groped her tit, delighting in the soft feel through her blouse. “Stop that, Kyle!” “Lock the door and submit to me.” “I won't,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Yes, you will. You are going to reach into your skirt pocket, pull out your key, and lock the door. And then we're going to have some fun.” Her hand reached into her skirt pocket, the keys clinking as she pulled them out and locked the door. “I'm going to bend you over your desk, and fuck your cunt.” She nodded. “You want to be my slut, don't you?” “Yes,” she whispered. “I love it when the students stare at me. It's why I wear such low-cut blouses.” “You've been dying for one us to have the balls to grasp what you've been offering?” He gave her tit a hard squeeze. “God, yes!” He let go of her tit and slapped her ass. “Then what are you waiting for?” His English teacher scurried to her desk, her pleasantly plump rear writhing beneath her tight, charcoal skirt. She bent over, then reached behind her to hike up her skirt. Her ass was covered by a sheer ...