Enjoying your self

You grip Channy's hips, pulling her limp body closer as you sink deeper into her cunt. She's so tight, so perfectly formed for your cock. Her head lolls, blonde ponytail splaying across the couch cushion, unconscious moans escaping her slack lips.

You fuck her slowly at first, savoring the way her tiny body yields to yours. Each thrust pushes a soft sound from her throat, her cunt clenching reflexively around your shaft. Her legs dangle, skirt bunched around her waist, collar gleaming under the dim lounge lights.

Mr Smith watches from beside the couch, hands clasped behind his back, a proud smirk on his face. "She's remarkable, isn't she? Trained her for six months. The choking is essential—she's conditioned to associate lack of air with pleasure."

You grunt in response, lifting Channy's hips higher, angling for deeper penetration. Her eyes flutter. A gasp. She's coming around.

You slow your pace, letting her surface. Her gaze meets yours, confused, then submissive. Her mouth opens to speak, but you don't let her.

You wrap your hand around the collar's handle and lift.

Her body rises, all her weight suspended from her throat. She chokes, feet kicking, hands flying to grip your forearm. Her cunt clenches around your cock as she passes out again, eyes rolling back, body going limp.

You lower her back onto your shaft, bouncing her tiny frame up and down like a fleshlight. Her tits jiggle beneath her blouse, buttons straining. Drool trails from her parted lips.

"Impressive," you mutter, pulling her off your cock and repositioning. You guide your tip to her tight asshole, pressing slowly. The resistance is intense—she's never been breached here.

Mr Smith leans closer. "I've been saving that hole for a special occasion. Glad it's you, Headmaster."

You push past the ring of muscle, burying yourself in her ass. She's so small, so impossibly tight. Your balls slap against her bare cunt as you fuck her limp hole, alternating between deep thrusts and shallow pumps.

"You've outdone yourself," you say, watching Channy's face twitch, her body responding even unconscious. "What other perverse ideas do you have for her?"

Mr Smith chuckles. "I was thinking of installing a permanent plug with a remote vibrator. Train her to cum on command during lessons. Maybe chain her tits together with a bar—keep them perpetually exposed."

You grunt approval, feeling your balls tighten. Channy stirs again, consciousness flickering. You give her a moment, letting her breathe, watching her chest rise and fall. Her eyes focus on you, fear and submission mixing.

"Please," she whispers, voice hoarse.

You lift her by the collar again. She chokes, gags, passes out. Her body goes slack in your grip.

You slam her back onto your cock, fucking her asshole with renewed urgency. The tightness is overwhelming, her tiny body taking everything you give. Sweat beads on your forehead. The room's sounds blur—cheers from the blindfold teachers, Kirsty's soft whimpers from across the room.

Your balls draw tight. You bury yourself to the hilt, pumping thick cum deep into Channy's gaping asshole. She convulses on your cock, unconscious but still reacting, her body milking your release.

You pull out, letting her collapse onto the couch. Cum leaks from her stretched hole, pooling on the leather. She gasps, air rushing back into her lungs, chest heaving.

You stand, adjusting your pants. Mr Smith nods approvingly.

You cross the room, retaking your seat. Kirsty immediately crawls between your legs, mouth finding your softening cock. She cleans you thoroughly, tongue swirling, sucking away every trace of Channy's juices.

Cheers erupt from the circle of blindfolded teachers. You glance at the screen—the stopwatch is frozen at forty-seven minutes. Hannah kneels in the center, blindfolded, wrists bound, her mouth stretched around the last teacher's cock. She's a mess—spit, cum, and sweat coating her face and chest.

The teachers tear off their blindfolds, laughing, clapping. Several of them approach Hannah, reaching for the toy box on the nearby table. Dildos, plugs, vibrators. They insert them into her pussy, her ass, her mouth, celebrating her victory with brutal enthusiasm.

You lean back, sipping your scotch, watching Hannah's body be filled with plastic and silicone. Kirsty's mouth works your cock back to hardness, her eyes locked on the debauched scene before her.

Tonight's games are far from over.