You're Mine, Sensei ~

My name is Joe, I'm just a normal student with huge and muscular body in one of university in tokyo. One day, I found myself in the archive room, surrounded by dusty old books that held secrets of the past. Little did I know, I was about to uncover a secret so tantalizing, it would change my life forever. That's where I saw her, my gym teacher, the voluptuous goddess, Marina Yuzuki.

Marina-sensei was in her mid-30s, with a body that could make any man's knees tremble. Her large, round breasts seemed to defy gravity, straining against the fabric of her tight-fitting sweater. Her curvy hips swayed hypnotically as she walked, and her legs, oh those legs, went on for days. They were toned from years of athletics and wrapped in the most delicious stockings.

On that fateful afternoon, I had gone to the archive room to grab some documents for a report, not expecting to find anyone else there. But there she was, in all her glory, her back to me, unaware of my presence. She had a look of desperation on her face, as if she was searching for something she hadn't found in a very long time. The room was dimly lit, with only a small desk lamp casting a warm, yellow glow over her desk.

My heart started to race as I noticed something strange happening. She had her hand under her skirt, moving rhythmically. The quiet rustling of fabric grew louder with each passing second. I realized with shock that she was masturbating, right here, in the archive room where anyone could walk in at any moment.

A wicked grin spread across my face as a plan began to form in my twisted little brain. I quietly took out my phone and turned on the camera. This was my chance to have some fun with the woman I'd been fantasizing about for months. I moved closer, the anticipation building, my cock already hardening in my pants. I had to capture this on video.

Marina-sensei was lost in her own world, her eyes closed and mouth open in silent ecstasy. Her hand moved faster and faster, and her breathing grew heavier. I knew she was close to climaxing. And just as she reached the peak, I stepped into the light, my phone pointed directly at her.

Her eyes shot open and she let out a gasp, her hand flying out from under her skirt. Her face was a picture of horror as she saw me standing there, my phone in hand, a smug look on my face.

"What are you doing?" she demanded, her cheeks flushing a deep red.

"Looks like you're enjoying a little solo study session, Sensei," I replied, my voice thick with lust.

"Please, don't tell anyone," she begged, her voice trembling.

"I won't," I said with a wink. "But I do think we need to have a little chat about this."

The days that followed were a blur of excitement and power. I had her right where I wanted her, and I wasn't going to let this opportunity go to waste. The **** began subtly. First, I asked her to stay after class to "help" me with my "studies." She agreed, fear in her eyes.

As she approached my desk, I pulled out the video and played it. Her moans of pleasure filled the room, and she cringed with each passing second.

"Now, Sensei," I began, "you know what I want. You're going to do whatever I say, whenever I want. And if you don't, I'll make sure this little video goes viral."

Her eyes filled with tears as she nodded in agreement. And so, my reign of pleasure over the busty beauty began.

The next time we met, she was dressed in a way that screamed she was **** to please me. Her sweater was unbuttoned, revealing the lacy bra that barely contained her ample breasts. Her skirt was shorter, showing off her perfect legs, and she wore those delicious stockings that had fueled so many of my fantasies.

"Take off your clothes," I ordered, my voice firm.

With trembling hands, she obeyed. Her body was even more stunning than I had imagined, her curves more pronounced without the barriers of fabric.

"Now, suck my cock," I demanded.

Marina-sensei looked at me with a mix of fear and desire. She took my hard cock in her mouth, her tongue flicking over the head as she took me in deeper. Her eyes never left mine as she began to bob up and down, her cheeks hollowing with each suck.

I could feel the power I had over her, and it only made me want more. I grabbed her hair and began to fuck her mouth, her moans of protest turning into sounds of pleasure.

The weeks passed, and our "sessions" grew more intense. I had her bend over my desk, her plump ass in the air, as I fucked her from behind. Her moans echoed through the empty halls of the school, and I knew she was getting off on it just as much as I was.

But the ultimate prize was when she finally broke. It was during one of our after-school rendezvous when she looked up at me, her eyes glazed over with lust.

"Fuck me harder," she whispered, her voice barely a whimper. "Make me yours."

And just like that, she was no longer just a victim of ****. She was a woman consumed by desire, craving the touch of the student she had once tried to keep at bay.

Our encounters grew more frequent, and she began to seek me out, begging for the pleasure that I could give her. She would come to me, dressed in the most revealing outfits, begging to be used.

One day, she arrived with a bag in her hand. Inside was a collection of sex toys and lingerie, all for me to use on her. I couldn't believe my luck.

"I want to be yours," she said, her voice trembling. "Please, Joe-kun, make me yours."

And so, I did. I used every toy on her, making her scream with pleasure as I pushed her to the brink of insanity. I had her come so many times she could barely walk. Her mind was broken, and she was now my devoted sex ****.

The final straw came when she offered herself to me in the most degrading way possible. She was on her knees, dressed in nothing but a pair of fishnet stockings and a leather collar. In her hand, she held a leash.

"I'm yours," she whispered, placing the leash in my hand. "Do with me as you wish."

I attached the leash to her collar and led her around the room like a pet. She whimpered with each tug, her eyes shining with a mix of pleasure and pain. And when I couldn't take it anymore, I bent her over and fucked her from behind, her moans of pleasure filling the air.

Marina Yuzuki had become everything I'd ever dreamed of. A gorgeous, submissive woman at my beck and call. And the best part was, she didn't even realize that she was the one who had given herself to me. Her mind was so consumed with lust that she thought she was the one in control.

But I knew the truth. I had her right where I wanted her, and there was nothing she could do about it. Her body was mine to use and ****, and I had every intention of doing just that.

The days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months. We continued our secret affair, hidden from the prying eyes of the school. But as time went on, I could see the toll it was taking on her. The fear in her eyes was slowly being replaced by a **** hunger for more.

One day, as I was fucking her in the teachers' lounge, she looked up at me and whispered, "I need this, Joe-kun. I need you to use me like this every day."

And with those words, I knew she was truly broken. Her mind was mine, and she was coming to me for pleasure, not out of fear, but because she couldn't live without it.

Our relationship evolved into something more than just ****. It was an addiction, a need that we both shared. And as I looked down at her beautiful, broken body, writhing beneath me, I knew that I would never let her go.

Marina Yuzuki was mine, and she would always be mine, forever trapped in the prison of pleasure that I had built for her. And as I felt her tight pussy clench around me, milking my cock for every drop, I realized that this was what I had been born to do. To take a woman like her and turn her into my perfect little slut.

The End.