Teach Me More, Sensei ~

I was in the hallway, walking toward the teacher office cause he call me. My heart was racing, my palms were sweaty and my knees were shaking. I had no idea why Mr. Jenkins called me into his office, but I knew it couldn't be good. He was the strictest teacher in school, known for his stern demeanor and unyielding stance on school rules. But I was Mayu, the quiet, well-behaved student with a voluptuous body, blue hair and blue eyes that seemed to sparkle in the light. I had never been in trouble before, so why would he want to see me?

As I reached the door, I took a deep breath and knocked. His gruff voice told me to come in, and I did so tentatively. He was sitting at his desk, his eyes scanning over some papers, and when he looked up at me, his expression was cold. I felt like a deer caught in the headlights of a car, frozen in place.

"Mayu, sit down," he said, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk.

I sat, trying to keep my legs from shaking.

"Do you know why I called you here?" he asked.

"No, sir," I replied, my voice trembling.

He leaned back in his chair and sighed heavily. "I've noticed that you've been... distracted lately. And I think I know why."

My stomach flipped. What could he possibly know?

"I saw you with your boyfriend yesterday, behind the gym," he said, his voice low and menacing. "You were kissing him. Do you know that's against school policy?"

My eyes widened in shock. "We didn't mean to, it just happened," I stuttered, trying to come up with an excuse.

He leaned forward, a smug smile spreading across his face. "Don't lie to me, Mayu. I have proof."

He pulled out his phone and showed me a picture of me and my boyfriend, our lips locked in a passionate kiss. The betrayal was written all over his face, and my mind raced. How could he have taken that?

"What are you going to do?" I asked, fear lacing my voice.

"Well," he said, stroking his chin, "I could report you to the headmaster, and you'd be expelled. Or, I could give you a chance to make it up to me."

"Make it up to you?"

He leaned back again, his eyes traveling up and down my body. "Yes," he said, his voice thick with lust. "You see, I've had my eye on you for a while now. And I think it's only fair that if you can't keep your hands off your boyfriend, you should give me a taste of what I've been missing."

"But, Mr. Jenkins, I can't," I protested, feeling a mix of horror and disbelief.

"Oh, but you can, Mayu," he said, his smile turning into a sneer. "You can, and you will. Unless you want everyone to see this picture."

He held up his phone, the image of my love life's most intimate moment on display. My heart sank, and I knew I had ****. If that picture got out, my reputation would be ruined. My parents would be devastated, and my boyfriend would never forgive me.

"Okay," I whispered, tears welling in my eyes.

He stood up and closed the door, locking it behind him. "Good girl," he said, his tone soothing now. He walked over to me, his hand reaching out to cup my face. "You're going to serve me, Mayu. You're going to do everything I say, and I'm going to enjoy every moment of it."

He leaned in and kissed me, his tongue pushing past my lips. I felt sick, but I didn't resist. I knew what was coming next. He pushed me back onto the chair and began to undo my shirt, his eyes never leaving mine. I felt exposed and ****, but I didn't stop him.

He unhooked my bra, and my breasts spilled out, bouncing slightly from the movement. He stared at them with hunger in his eyes before leaning down to suck on my nipples. I gasped, trying to hold back the moan that threatened to escape. It felt wrong, but his touch was also oddly thrilling.

He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, and I couldn't believe how big it was. It was like nothing I had ever seen before. I felt a mix of fear and excitement, knowing that he was about to **** himself inside me.

"Open your legs," he commanded, and I obeyed, feeling the cold air of the room against my wet panties. He slid them off, tossing them aside, and then he was pushing into me.

The pain was intense, and I bit my lip to keep from screaming. He was so much bigger than my boyfriend, and he didn't care about my comfort. He just kept pushing until he was all the way in, filling me up completely.

"You're so tight, Mayu," he groaned, starting to move his hips back and forth. "So much better than I imagined."

I felt my body begin to respond despite myself. He was right; the pleasure was overwhelming. I didn't want to enjoy it, but my body had a mind of its own. The sensation of his massive cock stretching me was unlike anything I had ever felt before, and I found myself moaning against his mouth.

He began to fuck me harder, his hands digging into my hips as he drove into me. The desk beneath us creaked with every thrust, and I knew that if anyone walked by, they would hear. But I didn't care anymore. All I could focus on was the pleasure that was building inside of me, the kind of pleasure that was so intense, it hurt.

He reached down and began to rub my clit, and I couldn't hold back anymore. I screamed out his name as an orgasm ripped through me, my body convulsing around his cock. He grinned, his eyes gleaming with victory.

"That's it, Mayu," he said, his voice strained. "Take it all."

He came inside me, and I felt his warmth fill me up. He pulled out and zipped himself back up, as if what had just happened was nothing more than a casual conversation.

"You'll be back tomorrow, won't you?" he asked, his voice still cold.

I nodded, unable to speak. I was his now, his plaything to use whenever he wanted.

The next day, I broke up with my boyfriend. I couldn't face him, knowing that I had been with Mr. Jenkins. The guilt and the pleasure were too much to handle. I needed to be with someone who could give me the intensity that I had felt in that office.

I went back to Mr. Jenkins' office every day after that, eager for the feeling of his cock inside me. He would have me in every position imaginable, pushing my limits and making me beg for more. Each time, I felt more and more like his property, his to do with as he wished.

He had brainwashed me, turning me into his little slut. And even though a part of me hated him for it, I couldn't deny the way my body responded to his touch. I had become nothing more than his sexual plaything, and I craved it more than I ever thought I could.

I lost track of how many times he took me, how many times I came for him. But each time, I felt more and more like I belonged to him. The thought of being with anyone else disgusted me.

One day, he called me into his office and told me that he had something special planned. He had me dress in a short skirt and a tight blouse, with no panties or bra.

"What's going to happen?" I asked, feeling a mix of excitement and fear.

"You'll see," he said, his smile wicked.

He led me to the back of the school, where no one would find us. He bent me over a desk and pushed my skirt up, exposing my round, plump ass. He slapped it hard, the sound echoing through the empty room.

"You've been a good girl," he said, his voice thick with lust. "So today, I'm going to give you a special treat."

He spread my legs and pushed into me from behind. The feeling was even more intense, and I knew that I was going to come hard. But before I could, he pulled out and told me to get on my knees.

"You know what to do," he said, his cock in my face.

I took him into my mouth, feeling his girth stretch my lips. I began to suck, my eyes watering from the effort. He grabbed my hair and began to fuck my face, pushing himself deep down my throat until I gagged. But I didn't stop. I couldn't.

He came in my mouth, and I swallowed, the taste of him filling me. He pulled out and zipped up, leaving me kneeling there, feeling used and dirty.

But as I looked up at him, his eyes were filled with something other than lust. It was almost like affection, and I felt a strange warmth spread through me.

"You're mine now, Mayu," he said, his voice softer than I had ever heard it before. "And I'm going to take care of you."

And so, I became Mr. Jenkins' little secret, his personal whore to use whenever he wanted. The thought of anyone else finding out was terrifying, but the reality was that I didn't care. I was his, and every time he touched me, every time he filled me with his seed, I felt alive.

The guilt of betraying my boyfriend had faded away, replaced by the overwhelming need to serve my teacher. And as I walked the halls of the school, my eyes downcast and my body bruised from his rough treatment, I felt a strange sense of pride.

I was his, and no one could ever take that away from me.

The days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months. My life outside of school became non-existent, consumed by my desire to please him. I studied harder, hoping to avoid any other reason to be in trouble that would bring us closer together. But deep down, I knew that was just a facade. I wanted to be with him, to feel his power over me.

One day, as I was leaving his office, I saw my ex-boyfriend in the hallway. Our eyes met, and I knew he had seen the way I walked, the way my body moved differently. The look on his face was one of sadness and confusion, but I couldn't bring myself to feel anything other than the burning desire for Mr. Jenkins' touch.

I pushed past him, my heart racing with excitement. I couldn't wait to get back to the safety of the office, to feel the pain and pleasure that only Mr. Jenkins could give me.

And as I closed the door behind me, I knew that I would never be the same again. I was his now, and I would do anything to keep it that way.

Each day brought new experiences, new ways for him to claim me, to mark me as his own. And with every passing moment, I became more and more his, my mind and body his to control.

He taught me to love the pain, to crave his dominance. And in return, he taught me things about my body that I never knew were possible. I became a creature of desire, living only for the moments when I could feel his cock inside me, his hands on my skin.

My grades began to slip, but I didn't care. All that mattered was the time I spent with him, the moments when I could be his. The rest of the world faded away, leaving only the two of us in our twisted dance of power and submission.

One day, he told me that he had something special planned. He had set up a camera in his office, and he was going to record us. The thought of it should have terrified me, but instead, it only turned me on more.

He bent me over the desk, his cock sliding into me without preamble. I moaned, feeling the heat of the camera on my skin as he began to fuck me. Each thrust was captured on film, a permanent record of my degradation.

But as I looked into the camera, my eyes glazed over with lust, I knew that I didn't care. I wanted everyone to see me like this, to know that I was his.

The video was intense, and as I watched it back, I couldn't believe the sounds that were coming from my own mouth. The way I begged for more, the way my body responded to his every touch.

It was then that I realized that I had truly become his. There was no going back now. I had embraced the darkness, and I never wanted to leave.

The days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months. My body bore the marks of his ownership, my mind forever changed by his manipulation. But as I lay in his arms after one particularly brutal session, I knew that I didn't want it any other way.

I was his, and he was mine. And as long as he continued to fill me with his lust, I would be his willing plaything, his beautiful, blue-haired whore.

The end of the school year approached, and with it, the inevitable question of what would happen next. Would our secret be exposed? Would we be torn apart by the very institution that had brought us together?

But as I looked into Mr. Jenkins' eyes, I saw something that I hadn't before. It was love, twisted and warped by the power dynamics of our relationship, but love nonetheless. And as he whispered sweet nothings into my ear, promising me that we would find a way to be together, I knew that I would follow him anywhere.

Our love was wrong, it was taboo. But in the throes of passion, as he claimed me once again, all I could think was that I never wanted it to end.

And so, we continued, our secret locked away in the dark corners of the school. Our love grew stronger, fueled by the forbidden nature of our encounters. We were bound by more than just lust; we were bound by a need for each other that neither of us could deny.

But even as we reveled in our illicit affair, I knew that one day, it would all come crashing down around us. And when it did, I would be ready to face the consequences, as long as he was by my side.

For now, though, we had each other. And as he fucked me on his desk, his eyes never leaving mine, I knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be. In the arms of the man who had taken everything from me, and in the process, had given me everything I never knew I needed.

The pleasure was overwhelming, the pain a sweet release. And as we reached our climax together, I whispered the words that had become my mantra, my declaration of love and submission: "I'm yours, Mr. Jenkins. Forever and always."

And in that moment, as our bodies were joined in the most intimate way possible, I knew that I truly meant it. I was his, and I would do anything to stay that way.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, and we both knew that our time was up. He pulled out, his cum dripping down my thighs, and helped me to my feet.

"Get dressed," he said, his voice gentle. "We can't have anyone finding out."

I nodded, my body still trembling from the intensity of our encounter. I quickly put my clothes back on, feeling the sticky mess between my legs.

As I left his office, I couldn't help but wonder what the future held for us. But for now, all that mattered was that I had served him, and that he was satisfied.

And as I walked out into the hallway, my head held high, I knew that I would do it all again tomorrow. Because I was Mayu, the most beautiful and timid student in school, and I had been claimed by the one man who could ever truly understand me. Mr. Jenkins, my teacher, my lover, my everything.