Chapter Five

“You bimbo bitch. Homewrecking cunt. I’ll make you regret teasing me!”

They crashed through the door marked ‘Staff Only’ into a storeroom packed with cardboard boxes, toppling several stacks in their riotous entry. Plushy dolls and chip packets flew as he stampeded through the space, wearing Mia like a fucking shirt.

“Yes! Yes, punish me. Teach me a lesson, sir!” She wailed, arms and legs wrapped around his muscular torso, humping the impressive lump in his narrow slacks. “I neeeeed it! Train my wicked pussy on your giant fuckstaff!”

Mia wasn’t sure what had happened.

One moment Mr Kepler–the stern, principled educator she’d fantasized about for years–had been ready to discard her like a common tramp before suddenly, inexplicably, he was all over her.

Rough hands lifted Mia as easily as a bag of feathers. Grabbing her thick hips and ample butt, he motorboated her fat tits and gnawed on her bronzed skin. She was butter in his ravenous grasp. Pliable clay, **** to be molded into something fuckable.

“You’re exactly like all the other whores that strut into my classroom. Thinking they are hot shit because they’re pretty and have firm young bodies!” His sleeves bulged, then ripped around two beefy biceps. The rest of the shirt creaked like a sailcloth during a storm as the teacher’s middle-aged torso filled out with new muscles. “They dress like goddamn streetwalkers and expect a man not to look–to pretend he doesn’t have blood in his veins!”

Speaking of veins, Mia watched one on his temple throb like an aneurysm. The sag in his jaw receded, replaced with a rock-solid line coated in stubble. Tree trunk thighs split the seams of his pants as they magically took on added bulk.

Was he taller now, too?

She nearly drooled, imagining what other parts might have grown. It was difficult not to when the pictured appendage prodded her through his disintegrating slacks.

“That’s me, sir. Show me what you’ll do to those schoolsluts next time you see them.” Mia whimpered, wriggling helplessly in his iron grip. “Spank my naughty bottom. Gag me with your hard dick. Wear my disobedient pussy like a condom… it’s, like, totally fucking wet for ya, mister.”

She felt his shirt buttons explode in a descending sequence, stinging her crushed tits and flat belly. If she could just tilt her hips a fraction, he’d slide inside her, pants and all.

“You’re worse than them, whore.” Mr Kepler snarled, dumping her in a pile of stuffed teddy bears. He was sooo considerate. “Seducing a complete stranger out with his family. Made up like a skank and waving those fat udders in my face,” a powerful flex shredded the last of his clothing, “now you’ll get what’s coming.”

Mia could only stare dumbly at her teacher’s magnificent manhood swaying hypnotically in front of him like a dancing python. Long, thick and meaty, it looked rigid and angry. A wrecking ball that would shatter her virginity.

“C-Cock…” She observed astutely, churning her honey-slickened thighs. A greedy hollowness blossomed in her center.

“This is all you hungry bitches care about, isn’t it?” He smacked her across the cheek with it, leaving a sticky splotch and sending her head spinning. “Fine then, I’ll feed you until you **** on it.”

Seizing a fistful of silver-blonde hair, he yanked Mia’s pretty face back and rammed the bulbous tip between her pillowy lips. She squealed with excitement before coughing when it punched her tonsils.

”Hmmmph~!”

Not struggling or fighting, she gazed up with dewy eyes as he ravaged her throat. Mascara and tears marred her cheeks but it was essential to show a real Man how grateful she was to be used by him. To convey how lucky she felt to be his chosen fuckpuppet.

A powerful studmuffin Man who demanded complete subservience should be called something super sexy like “Sir,” right?

Aw, yeah. The thrill that quivered her quim confirmed it.

She was just, like, a delinquent gal, after all. Only suitable for sucking and fucking that huge, mega-yummy slab of manmeat until he was sated. Mia’s dribbling cunt burned, but she focused everything on her first sloppy blowjob.

“Huurg! Ack… Ack… Glummff~!”

Sir hammered her esophagus, painfully tugging her hair like reins to set a violent pace. She stuck out her tongue to make room for his suffocating girth, welcoming more of him in as her fizzling brain boiled with unbridled lust.

He was unleashing a career’s worth of pent-up aggression on her, and she was slaveringly thankful for the skull fuck. Emptiness yawned each time Sir withdrew, replaced with sparkly detonations when he slammed back in.

“Dumb sluts don’t need clothes.” He grunted, grabbing the ring over her jostling melons and tearing it away. Most of the insubstantial dress went with it in a flurry of dollar bills, rending beneath his indomitable might. “Shit, look at those milk jugs. They’ll hold a gallon a piece when you inevitably get knocked up. Maybe I should kickstart the process. Do you want that, whore? A stranger’s baby swelling your stupid tits and belly?”

Mia wailed around his tumescent gobstopper when the implications struck home with the precision of a heat-seeking missile.

IdowantthatOhfuckOhfuckOhfuckIneeditIneedhimIneedtobehisbreedingbitchHisgoodlittlecumdumpGivehimlotsofbabiesOhfuckI’mfuckingcumming!

Carnal euphoria electrified her bimbo body in a gigawatt orgasm. Rapturous paroxysms swept her ditzy mind clean of everything but the soul-crushing craving to grow gravid with Sir’s offspring.

She could taste how virile he was in the copious precum coating her tongue. A potent flavor that promised a bun in the oven from a single drop of that gooey ambrosia.

Mia was getting high on the stuff, drunkenly guzzling it and silently begging for more—milking Sir’s majestic manpole with her ecstatic esophagus.

“Fuck, fuck! Swallow my load, you dirty skank!”

Suddenly, she was flying on angelic wings. Blessed warmth flooded her throat, pouring directly into her stomach. Twinkling stars went supernova in her cock-addled brain, and the world spun away for a brief eternity.

Mia floated adrift on blissful winds; her spirit absolved of any constraints. High above moral concerns and life’s daily stresses. She simply… was. Blank and vacuous. A feather floating on the breeze, destined to flow through the storm and emerge into clear skies beyond, utterly unaffected.

She returned with a gasp when a mitt-sized hand clamped around her neck.

“Gonna wreck your slutty pussy.” Sir growled, wading through boxes to pin her against the wall by the neck. “Gonna ruin you for other men and make you my personal fuckpet. Understand me, girl?”

His vocabulary had diminished somewhat, but Mia wasn’t about to complain when he ripped off her useless panties and dredged that giant bitch tamer through her sopping folds. She wheezed for air and spread her glistening thighs wider to facilitate his monstrous length.

“Say please. Beg for it.”

“Pl-please… please… sir.” She guttered through bruised, jizz-glazed lips.

“Good enough.”

He plunged recklessly into Mia, outright destroying her precious hymen in a single thrust. She howled like a wild animal as Sir pistoned his turgid immensity in and out of her pristine pussy. It was supposed to hurt–and it did–but the pain was buried under an avalanche of sinful fulfillment.

Every forceful stroke scraped her g-spot and battered her cervix, depositing gouts of vital cum in the barely-legal coed’s fertile depths.

She crossed her ankles behind his back, kinky heels clicking and locking him in place. Unwilling to surrender an inch of that impregnating baby-maker until she claimed her prize.

“I bet I’m, like, totally hotter and tighter than your boring old wife, Sir.” Mia moaned into his ear. Clenching her silken walls around his rampaging width. “A hung stud like ya deserves better. A dick as big and amazing as this should have hordes of eager young hotties fighting for the chance to be bred.”

FuckthemPlantbabiesintheirwombsMakethemyourcumslavesMakemeyourbestgirlPutachildinmybellyNeverstopfuckingme!

“Yeah… yeah!” He grunted, plowing relentlessly into her. “Gonna put all those prissy little cunts on their knees where they belong. Make ‘em beg too!”

Sir’s already enormous physique swelled larger, his cunt-splitting cock delving into deeper depths as it expanded. Mia’s ovaries rumbled like an eighteen-wheeler, releasing exhaust fumes of breeding hormones.

“Oh god! Oh yes! Keep pounding me, sir! Own my slutty snatch, and knock me up… Yaaah~! Take me home and fuck me in front of your wife... Hmmph! Make her watch while you claim me as your bimbo cocksleeve. Show that hag how ya prefer younger, wetter… Gnnnnh~... more fertile pussy over her dusty old cooch!”

His jackhammering intensified, driving her into the cinderblock wall with spine-creaking ****. The fist around Mia’s throat squeezed until spots swam in her vision.

She relished the brutal dominance he was exerting, manipulating her smaller, frailer body like a disposable fucktoy. Wallowing in his masculine control when another brain-blitzing climax spiraled through her psyche.

“Ya don’t need her, Sir. I’ll, like, take… guh~… care of ya every day. Bring home other pretty little things to, like, totally break and breed on your… hnng~... perfect gash-basher!” Her babbling devolved into a stream of incoherent filth when Sir bit down on her collarbone. “AAAAYYEEE~!!”

He was marking her! Mia’s young heart brimmed with joy even as his plundering pole breached the last of her futile defenses and plunged into her cervix.

She was cooked—thoroughly roasted by the inferno of raw passion. The last vestiges of resistance crumbed like sandcastles under the encroaching tide of foaming lust. Her eyes crossed and tongue lolled, drooling a line of saliva down her chin.

Mia surfed an endless wave of cunt-gushing gratification, hips bucking autonomically while the rest of her limbs slackened.

That was fine.

A stupid gal like her was an object meant to be used by a big strong Man. She didn’t understand how she’d gotten this far in life without a jumbo wang juicing her puss-puss.

It was, like, the best thing ever!

“Here it comes, cumslut. Gonna dump fucking triplets inside you!”

…then the world became blindingly bright when Sir unleashed load after sticky load, bloating Mia’s flat tummy and unraveling her completely.

“So, this is what zapped me. A phone dangler that is… what? Magic? Cursed? No, don’t bother answering. Keep sucking...”

Mr Kepler’s titanic bulk sandwiched two cardboard boxes where he sat while Mia enthusiastically deepthroated his unflagging enormity. He was examining her tiger charm.

It was a silly little nothing.

A toy.

Just like her.

Mia’s distended stomach rested upon her bent knees, full and sloshing yet never satisfied.

“Mmm-hmm!” She hummed on Sir’s mind-altering mega-dick, forever keen to please and serve. Her nimble tongue swirled around his turgid tip, suctioning down more gloopy seed.

“Phew, shit got wild. Thank fuck for post-nut clarity.” He chortled, pushing her bobbing skull deeper on his length. “Though, this definitely warrants further investigation. Eyes up here, cocksucker.”

Sir had tied the strobing charm around his girthy base. It rested against his heavy balls. Mia’s drunken gaze fixated on those flashing lights and her scattered mind bubbled.

Her last thought was just how pretty the colors were before it fizzed and popped into sweet, blessed nothingness.

She adored the aimless, uncluttered sensation, giggling vapidly around her teacher’s scrummy dick.

After all, Mia didn't need smarts to know she’d be a good gal for Sir.

The End.

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