Deepthroating my old teacher

The older teacher pushed into my mouth again, his hands holding my head in place. He groaned as he did and I swallowed. After the previous bit of fucking it only took a few moments for him to be balls deep in my throat.

His old saggy sack slapped my face as he fucked my throat, "God, you are going to need to tell me when you are coming back here so I can fuck your cunt."

The large guy in my cunt pushed against my cervix and held himself there as I felt him cum and I joined him, relishing the **** of my teacher and the unknown man in my cunt. After a few moments, my unseen lover left, pulling out of cunt with a wet squelch. Mr Bellingford however, wasn't letting up, he was deep in my throat, fucking my face with little regard for my wellbeing after giving me a chance to breathe.

The squelching noise in my throat sounded horrible, deep wet suction like plunging a drain. I brought my hands to my tits and started to twist my nipples. I wanted to feel abused, I wanted to be degraded and my former teacher seemed to realise that. "I always knew you wouldn't amount to much," he said between thrusts. "The fact you are here being fucked by god knows who just shows how much of a worthless slut you are." Then suddenly, he pulled out.

I gasped for breath as Mr Bellingford pulled a phone out of his pocket and took a picture of me. As a third guy shoved his cock into my well fucked and creamy cunt he slapped me with his old cock. "You know what? I don't think I'm done with you, so unless you want me to tell your folks about this, and send them the picture as proof, you are going to be my little slut."

The new guy in my cunt was no where near as big as the last, and after him having stretched me it felt less intense. "Yes Sir," I replied between gasps.

"Every Thursday me and some other teachers from your old school play poker. You are going to play hostess, wearing your slutiest clothes and give each of them your number." He returned his cock to my mouth, just the head before he continued. "From now on you are going to be our own personal sex toy. Each week your old teachers are going to fuck you bare and fill you with their cum."

I was twirling my tongue around his cock head and sucking on him like a baby on a pacifier. "We're going to debase you, use you however we like and if you ever say no everyone will find out what a fucking slut you are."

I moaned onto his cock before awkwardly pulling my head back, "You don't need to **** me for that Sir," I told him. "Send me the details and I will be there, and you can do anything you want, I just have one request."

He started to stroke his cock as he looked down at me, "What's that?"

"Make me feel it, treat me horribly, call me names and **** me, please Mr Bellingford, use me however you like to please yourself and the other teachers, just make sure to treat me badly, treat me like a worthless slut to use and discard." My voice was rising in pitch as I approached another orgasm, more from the thought of being abused then the guy fucking my cunt. "Hurt me Sir, use me, fuck me, I don't care who knows, tell my folks I'm your personal cum dump, tell them that my old teachers fuck me and cum in me. Humiliate me and call me names." My eyes closed as my orgasm ran through me, I shuddered and shook as it subsided I looked up at Mr Bellingford. "**** me sir, however you like, I don't care, I don't have limits, use me as much and as often as you like."