Fuck Sincere/her Doll

Players can set up scenes with props and costumes and invite other players to join after getting matched in the Randomizer. I had set up the room to look exactly like my professor's classroom.

Sincere/the doll's mouth drops.

"I've always had a fantasy about fucking my teacher." I say softly.

"S-sure." she stutters.

"There's a change of clothes for you in the corner." I turn my back to her. "Go ahead, get changed. I won't look."

I hear the shuffling of fabric and then a gasp. I change too--I put on jeans and a t-shirt--just the kind of outfit I might wear at school

When I turn around, the doll's wearing a latex black miniskirt that just barely covers her pussy lips and a button down skirt also made of latex. She teeters on brutally tall red heels. The rubber stretches so tightly over the doll's body she seems to have trouble breathing. This is the kind of thing I always wanted Bridget to wear during lessons.

CandyGirl69xxx had shown a bouncy energy in the session with the banana and limes, but now, she looks a little nervous. I suppress a laugh as I imagine Bridget in her Player Seat, gaping and in shock. She has to assume I'm just working as a doll and that my words aren't really my own.

I look the Doll up and down. Bridget has good taste--her doll has a tight, toned stomach and muscled thighs, but the ass is round and the hips curve. The nipples, pink and small, poke against the translucent white rubber. I lower myself slightly to catch a glimpse of the puffy, naked lips between her legs.

I laugh as she squeezes her legs together.

"Suddenly shy?"

She doesn't respond, but I see the hands tremor slightly.

"Sit." I say.

She goes to sit in the chair behind the podium, but I stop her. I pull her to a student's desk--the type that has a table attached to the chair. Her eyes pop as I pull a roll of duct tape from a drawer behind the teacher's desk. I tear pieces of tape off with my teeth and tie her legs to the chair's metal legs. Then, I tie her wrists behind her.

I say, "It's time to stop pretending to be the good teacher." She shivers at my words, and I smile to myself. "No use hiding from me--I know you're a perverted little slut."

I pull a box of dry erase markers from the same drawer.

"What are you--"

I clasp my palm hard against her mouth before she says another word. I whip a ball gag from my pocket. Clearly having not expected this, she struggles. But I pinch one nipple through the thin latex membrane until she screams. I stuff her open mouth with the gag, muffling her.

The latex must be hot and tight--she pants as I squat down and give that cunt a long look. Sweat runs down her face and thighs as I circle a finger along the outer labia lips. I circle closer and closer to the pussy until the lips flush with color and become puffy, soft.

She inhales a deep breath when I take out a fistful of markers from the box. I ease one in, and she closes her eyes. I'm nice--I push and pull the marker for a few minutes until it shines with her moisture. I pull it up to my nose and smell her juice.

I ease in a second marker, and she arches her back. She moans against the gag. Then a third marker, and her eyes widen. She looks at the box, and then me again. Panic shows in the Doll's eyes, and the body struggles against the binds.

I ease in a fourth marker. She groans and convulses on the chair. I push in a fifth, and her head shakes back and forth. Her pussy lips are stretch wide against the markers, which, combined, are as wide as a man's fist.

I get an idea.

I pull the markers out at once, making her scream against the gag. She doesn't get a moment to recover before I begin shoving my fist up her hole. She tries to close her knees together, but the binds make her attempts ineffective. She shakes and whimpers on her gag.

"Come on, fuck my hand." I say.

A tear escapes her eye but she slowly gyrates her hips up and down, grinding against me. Her pussy is so tight on my hand.

I upzip my pants, bring out my cock, and stroke myself as she grinds up and down. Her juices slide down my wrist as she fucks herself with my fist.

"Do you like that?" I ask.

I look up and see her nod her head.

"Do you ever think about fucking your students, you nasty slut?"

She doesn't respond for a moment too long. I shove my fist in deeper, hard, and the gag muffles another scream. Another tear runs down her face as she nods again.

Meanwhile, my cock is a monstrous shade of red. The head is almost a dark purple. I have never been this hard in my life, and I'm about to burst.

She cries when I take my fist out. I walk to the side of the chair, rip off the gag, and shoves her face in the direction of my crotch. Her chin and lips are shiny with drool.

I stuff my cock in her, making her **** and gag violently. Despite her ordeal, she's excellent at keeping her teeth away. Her soft, warm mouth brings me to a grunting, explosive orgasm. Her eyes squeeze shut as I clutch her head still so I can pump every drop into her mouth. I **** her mouth close until she swallows.

Afterward, I stumble back to the teacher's podium and lean against it. I'm dizzy.

She looks at me with needful eyes. She wants to finish, too.

I realize I don't want to make Bridget orgasm through this Doll. I ignore her pleading looks as I tear off the duct tape. I say, "I want you to think of me when you masturbate. Maybe next time, I'll let you cum."

She stares dumbly as I exit the room with a hidden smile on my lips.

I can't wait for my next class with the professor.