school 2

But the experience did not end there. The next day, I went back to my workplace, a prestigious school where I taught literature to male students. I thought I had successfully hidden my dirty secret, but to my surprise, Brad showed up at the school, wearing his army uniform and a mischievous grin.

As soon as I saw him, I knew I was in trouble. My male students were all staring at him, their eyes widening with admiration and jealousy. They knew who he was, and they knew what he had done to me. I could feel their eyes on me, and I blushed with shame.

Brad walked up to me, and I could see the lust in his eyes. "Well, well, well," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Look who we have here. The little schoolteacher who likes it rough."

I tried to protest, but he silenced me with a sharp slap on my ass. "Shut up, bitch," he said. "You love it when I treat you like a whore."

My students were watching us, and I could see the envy in their eyes. They wanted to be in my place, to be used and abused by Brad . I felt a pang of guilt, but at the same time, I felt an intense wave of arousal.

Brad grabbed me by the hair and pulled me close to him. "You're mine," he whispered in my ear. "And you always will be. You can't resist me, can you, you dirty little slut?"

I moaned softly, and I felt his erection pressing against me. I knew I was in trouble, but I couldn't help myself. I wanted him, and I wanted him now.

My students were watching us, and I could see their eyes glazing over with desire. They were jealous of Brad , but they also wanted to be like him. They wanted to be dominant, to take what they wanted, and to be desired by women like me.

Brad pushed me up against the wall, and I could feel his hands all over my body. He was rough and demanding, but I loved every minute of it. I moaned and writhed in pleasure as he took me, and I felt the eyes of my male students burning into me.

I knew what they were thinking, and it turned me on even more. I was their teacher, but I was also a dirty little slut who craved the touch of a man like Brad . And as he drove me to the brink of ecstasy, I knew that I would always be his, no matter what.