DISCLAIMER # 1 : All intimate acts in this story occur between adult over the age of 18. I

disavowal # 2 : stem of this story revolve largely around humiliation, contraband chain armour, and voyeurism. If you are not interested in these root word, please do not read. Of course, in tangible life much of what is portrayed in this tarradiddle is worthless, and should not be tolerated under any condition. Hence, why this is a story of fantasy, and should not be taken seriously.

DISCLAIMER # 3 : While themes of the story certainly can be grim, I do try to keep things low-cal with a sealed `` comic book '' style. Again hold open in brain that this is a work of fancy and not everything will be fully realistic.

Enjoy ! Please leave comment on what you want to see next as much of the stick with chapter is a work in procession. sunshine

Chapter 1 :

My life was almost like a drollery at this point. I'm a single, 63 class old high school Math instructor at the worst schoolhouse in the district. My best days were clearly behind me. Unlike most teacher's with as much higher status as me who would have their cream of what class they would like to teach, I didn't have such privilege. The asshole of a principal, made me instruct Jr remedial math, which was filled with the 10 dumbest child in the schooling. These kids really were hopeless.

I couldn't much blame the dealer though. I knew how him, as well as the rest of my ‘ colleagues'viewed me. They knew I was a socially ill-chosen cinch who would accept whatever demeaning job they gave him.

I was on the verge of falling asleep, when I heard a mass of papers hit my desk.

"I'm all done my assignment Mr. Angus Frank Johnstone Wilson !"a cheery articulation squeaked

I looked up at Katee James Cleveland Owens, who was at this point, the one highlighting in my life. She was the lone girl in the small remedial class, and really looked like she didn't belong. She was the only one in the division that actually cared about her training, and had a echt desire for learning. She was firmly working, and always turned her designation in on time.

But no, this wasn't what I meant when I said that she was the one highlight in my life-time. What I meant was that she was drib dead gorgeous. She was a petite brunette with lighting tegument with some freckles on her cheeks, big hazelnut tree eyes, and striking facial features.

I met her centre as I took the papers from her"Oh that's great Katee."My eyes quickly dropped down to her fizzle. Even in a wide sleeve jumper, her mamilla seemed to pop out impressively for a young lady with such a petite skeleton otherwise.

"Thanks !"She beamed, before turning around and prancing to her desk. I took a consequence to treasure her round ass jiggle up and down through her denim as she walked back to her desk. I looked around and saw a few of the former boys checking her out as well.

"Those bastards"I thought to myself, at least they could try to foot up a girlfriend like that and fuck her. I could only day dream.

I looked down at the newspaper publisher and chuckled. Despite trying hard, the pitiable lady friend just had no clue. I figured she must have a learning disability or something. I could tell by number 1 coup d'oeil that even the simplest problems on the first page were horrendously incorrect.

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I parked my beater of a car in the old apartment building that I lived in. I made my way up to my studio flat. I got unappareled and went straight to the computer. Despite the life I'm painting to you, I'm actually not that poor, from a financial viewpoint, atleast. I lived below my way, allowing me to invest diligently in the bloodline food market, which has allowed me to build up quite the cuddle egg. Having no tike, home and few friend, I didn't really have much to spend it on either.

I did find an interest group in engineering science as I lived through the dot-com era, and as a consequence have become quite savvy for a man my age. I spend most significantly on my home computer, and related accessories.

being as tech savvy as I was, and as desperately lonely as well, I inevitably grew an increased phylogenetic relation to online porn. Through my yr, the perverse fantasies progressed, and I soon crossed over from mainstream porn to porn found only on the dark web. For a perverse, lonely guy like me, it actually became the highlight of my life.

The illusion of recently for me, of form revolved around the aphrodisiac jailbait adolescent in my class. I would graze the web for as long as it took to observe a girl that looked like Katee, doing depraved acts. I would pretend that it was my niggling student that I was watching.

Today I was having a hard prison term finding some new videos that fit this fetish. As I became increasingly randy, I became increasingly frustrated. As hot as the girls that I would find online were, none of them compared to my Katee. naught was close to the very thing.

Just then, a thought hit me. What if I could picture Katee in real number life ? At this detail in my obsession, even average footage of Katee, my dream girl, tick some cut-rate amateur doing even the most debauch acts.

I realized that I could perhaps get some more realistic footage of her myself to fire my fantasy. It would be a gutsy move, but hey, as an old loser with no sociable aliveness to speak of, what did I have to miss !

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A week later, I came nursing home to a package in my letter box. I practically ran upstairs to my flat and opened it up.

This was utter. I had to pay a pretty price, but it was going to be worth it. I had opened the package to find five gamy definition spy cameras. You guessed it, I was planning on planting these bad son to get candid footage of my girl at shoal.

I got to make the adjacent day 2 hour early. I moved the desks around so that Katee's was front and center. I spaced the desks far apart, so that no other kids would get in the way of the cameras. I placed a photographic camera on all four paries and focused them in on Katee's desk. I then stacked a couple desks on top of each other and climbed on top and placed the final camera on the ceiling in hope of getting a aim shot down Katee's cleavage.

I popped my laptop computer undefended to ensure the cameras were working. The quality was stunning. I zoomed in each of the cameras using my laptop computer to focus right in on Katee.

I gleefully waited for the class to set forth. I practically started to salivate as I saw Katee walk in and get her posterior. I explained to the course of instruction that I shifted board around to increase productivity. They either bought it or just didn't care, and they took their butt.

I put on a duad of dense sunglass, explaining to the stratum that I have developed an eye problem. Again, they didn't fear. Of form, this was all so that I could stare at Katee as much as I wanted without anyone being the wiser.

Today, Katee was wearing a pink spaghetti strap top, exposing her cute shoulders, neck opening and most of the speed one-half of her back. Unfortunately the figurehead part didn't plunge too far down to show her cleavage. Her tit projected proudly forward as usual. Katee was a honorable female child, she didn't really dress out slutty like a lot of the former fille at the school, much to my disapproval.

After doing 15 minutes of obligatory didactic teaching, I asked Katee to hand out today's assignment and watched her aphrodisiacal body walk up and down the room. I drooled watching her tits and ass bounce with each step she took. Each of the boys checked her up and down before taking the paper from her. She seemed too forgetful to comment.

Class seemed to fly by as I was lost in air castle watching Katee unabashed throughout the hour. The tike ran family, and I did too almost as fast. I quickly undressed and logged on to my home electronic computer to watch the footage I had snared.

The footage was flawless. I couldn't believe I was capable to look at this teenage goddess from all angle as much as I wanted. I felt like I was powerful for once in my liveliness. I cropped out snip that were especially full-bodied. The upright clip from today was when Katee handed her assignment to me and bent over at my desk, her top crept lower for just a twin instant, exposing a modest bit of her generous jailbait cleavage to the camera at the front wall. I saved this, and eventually masturbated to my dream girl's youthful one shot nipple.

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I continued to collect cartridge clip throughout the week. I was putting together quite the compilation of my sexy jailbait obsession.

My favourite was when she dropped a pencil, and then got on all fours to look for it and pick it up. Her mid length skirt rode up her, exposing some of her sexy inner second joint. The straw man television camera caught her delicious teat spill forward, exposing more of her cleavage as she was wearing a tweed blouse with one button undone. I masturbated to this clip furiously.

While these snip fed my perverse fantasy more than any pornography did, it also fueled my obsession. After seeing more of Katee, from all angles, I was feeling more salacious than ever. I was feeling that I needed to contract a risk to get more of what I wanted. I knew I had to take this to the next level.

…

After perving out looking at Katee all stratum, I called her to my desk at the end of the day.

"Yes Mr. Wilson ?"she innocently beamed.

I looked her up and down. She was wearing a unproblematic pinko T-shirt that clung tightly to her bust and ended an column inch or two below her waist. She wore smuggled yoga pants, that modestly showed off her juicy ass.

I talked to her sternly."Katee I've looked at your duty assignment so far."I said as I handed them to her"I'm afraid you are failing the course of instruction very badly thus far."

Tears immediately began to imprint in the teen's big Pomaderris apetala center

"W-What ?"She whimpered"But I've been trying so hard."

A part of me felt bad for her. But a part of me was happy as I knew I had her right where I wanted her.

"Now now Katee, no reason to get hysterical. It's only the beginning of the year, there is time to change state it around. But I'm afraid you're going to need sober help."

"Like a tutor ?"she sniffled"some of the boys in class offered to tutor me for free !"

I chuckled. Like any of those imbecile would be able to help her.

"No Katee, I'm afraid you need a lot of aid. You need professional help, from an expert."

She looked up quizzically

"Mr. Wilson, would you be able to facilitate me ?"

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"wellspring I guess I could Katee, but I am a very busy man. And this would hold to be after school, an hour and a one-half each day, I don't know if I have time."

I looked down at her.

"Please Mr. Wilson."She begged"There is no way I can flush it this class. If I fail then my dad won't let me go to tent with my protagonist !"she went on to explain"That bivouac is the only place I feel happy. It has all my old friends from my old school."She whimpered

I feigned consideration.

"Katee, I guess I could, but would your don be able to yield $ 100 dollars an hour for tutoring ? That is the going rate for professional assistant. After all, after school end each day, I'm no longer your teacher, I am a professional tutor."

Katee looked deflated"No sir, he is working two jobs and is barely able to make ends meet."

"Oh well, I'm sorry to hear. Because you know, if you work with me, I would personally warrant that you pass the class."

With this she put her hands together"Please Mr. Thomas Woodrow Wilson, isn't there something we can exploit out ! ?"

I paused for seemingly forever. She looked at me.

I knew that I would never have this chance again. I went fully steam ahead.

"wellspring Katee, if you really want to attain my services, you're going to have to do something for me."

"OK anything sir. Do you desire me to wash your car ? clean house your house ?"

I paused, pretending to contemplate those options.



"You know Katee, my metre is quite worthful. I can hire someone to wash my car and clean and jerk my home. You're going to bear to offer something unique."

"Anything sir, Anything !"

"wellspring, if you say so."I paused"Katee, I will tutor you an hour and a one-half each day, on one condition."

"Yes ? ?"she yelped

"Katee, if you strip to your underclothing for this tutoring school term, I will waive the fee."I smiled, but on the inside I was dying. I was either going to turn a loss my job, or was going to have the time of my biography.

"What, no.. That's porcine, and you're old."She said softly, she was clearly petrified and confused.

"Ok dear, suit yourself."I said coldly putting the composition back in figurehead of her"as you can see, you are averaging 13 % on your assigning, a pass is 60 %. I wish you luck passing this grade Ms. Owens."

I saw her look at the newspaper, and almost break down and cry again. I sensed an chance.

"Or, need my tutoring, with my weather, and I will guarantee you pass."

She looked up from the paper to me, and back again.

"Think about it, would you rather go to summertime school, or summer coterie"I cooed

She contemplated this deeply. Finally, she looked at me.

"fine"she whispered.

I practically felt like screaming in joy. I knew I needed to come across twice.

"smartness girl."Go ahead then, and we can get going.

She looked loth again.

I tapped on my ticker."We have until 5:30, time is ticking."

She reluctantly stood in front of my desk. I could see her coat of arms shaking as she reached for the hem of her jersey. She slowly grabbed the hem and started to peel it up. I groaned as inch by inch I saw the mild flesh of her teenaged stomach exposed.

The shirt almost got dumbfound on her bra, but with a tug she got it over, revealing her big stave boob encased in a lacy dark bra. Her tits looked magnificent, even in a cheap bra, they looked like a chef-d'oeuvre. They jiggled up and down with each movement. She took the shirt off completely.

I stuck out my paw, and gestured for her to deal me her shirt. She whimpered as she gave me her shirt, she knew she was stuck now. I looked at her confection face, she was blushing, and looked terrified.

"Very gracious, now the pants."

She looked at me, begging me with her oculus to spare her. I was unforgiving. I watched as she peeled her yoga pants off her ass and legs and stepped out. She was had on ratty knock panties. I salivated at her vernal thighs and legs, now fully exposed.

"Very practiced Katee,"I took the pants from her. I put her clothes in a large draftsman at behind my desk and locked it.

She was completely humiliated and was sniffling as rent were rolling down her impudence. I told her to spin around so I could seem at her.

I salivated as she presented her panty-clad teenage ass to me. It was flawless. The panties were modest, and covered the legal age of her cheeks, but still I could see the bare human body of much of her luscious buttock. Her impertinence bounced as she continued to spin and face me again.

"Good little girl, this is going to be a majuscule partnership Katee."I sneered"Now lets get to work"

I spent the remaining hour teaching her basic math, going through oeuvre sheets with her starting with uncomplicated grade math.

Of course nearly of the time I would be leering at her panty clad jailbait eubstance as she worked through the trouble. I watched as her tits bounced each time she used her eraser to rub out a fault. When she was into a problem, I felt like she almost forgot the predicament she was in, and almost started to palpate pattern.

Every 10 minute of arc or so I would have her stretch in various positions. I told her it was unspoiled for her brain to do this periodically, but her and I both knew why I was really doing it. I ogled her ass from behind as I had her touch her toes. And likewise, her tits as I made her arch her back.

Finally the fourth dimension came to an end. I told Katee she did large, and then gave her her clothes back. She hastily grabbed her clothes and put them on. She quickly thanked me and then practically ran out of the room.

After she left, I immediately went home and masturbated furiously to the clip I had of her in her underclothing from all slant, seeing her near nude teen organic structure contorting in various room. After masturbating the third time that night, I still wasn't satisfied. I couldn't get the thought of this teen minx out of my head. While I was ecstatic that my architectural plan had worked and got to see her panty clad body, It was like the more I saw of her, the more I needed her, by any means requisite.

…

The next day, I couldn't keep my eyes off of Katee. She was wearing a pitch-black polo-neck jumper, and, and blue jeans. However, I knew now more intimately what lied underneath. I was mentally undressing the teenager in my mind, imagining what color panties she had on, and how her Loretta Young titmouse looked in her bra today.

Katee, usually bright and chipper, was squirming around awkwardly in her chair today. She refrained looking at me. She knew that I was leering at her underneath my the veil of my tint specs.

I smirked as seemingly every few minute, one of the boys in the room would sneak peep at her. I knew that given the hazard, every one of these Neanderthal would deplumate Katee's clothes off of her and sleep with her like an beast. It gave me atonement in knowing I had seen what lied underneath that sweater and dungaree, and they didn't.

The social class finally ended, and one by one the scholarly person left the room leaving only Katee behind. She slowly made her way to my desk.

"Ahh Katee, lovely perspirer, sentence to take it off for your next lesson."

She looked at me for a moment, before somberly taking off her jumper. I groaned as I saw her flesh revealed inch by in as she peeled her sweater off of her. Today she had on a melanise polyester bra that was tearing at the right strap. That tit almost seemed to give ear half an inch lower than the left.

I licked my lips, and then motioned to her jeans. I salivated as she stepped out of her jeans swiftly, revealing her daily round ass to me adorn in some cheesy blackened panty.

I looked her up and down, and smiled. She was looking down, again avoiding eye liaison.

"Can we just start the lesson now ?"she said quietly

"Well Katee, I'm afraid my price has gone up. I'm going to need the bra and panties as well today."I sneered.

She looked at me and met my oculus for the low gear time all day.

"What ? I can't.. you didn't say anything about me being naked. No one has ever seen me naked.."

"fountainhead I changed my judgment dear."

She paused, before looking up at me fiercely.

"You know what Mr. Robert Woodrow Wilson, I don't need this. I don't care if I fail.. I would rather not go to encamp then strip naked for a pervert like you !"she said with the most measure of conviction I have ever seen from her.

Luckily for me, I was prepared for such a answer.

I looked at my background computer, made a simpleton click, and then turned the admonisher her way.

"I was hoping it wouldn't ejaculate to this dear."I soothed

I watched as she saw the TV on the monitor. It was compiling I edited later last dark of her underwear robe trunk in various compromising positions. Multiple cartridge holder of her hone breast and segmentation bent over, and her round of drinks ass with her panties being sunken up into her ass crease were playing in front of her. Her centre widened in fear.

I let the 10 minute telecasting looseness as I spoke.

"One clink dear, and this video is hitting the inbox of every student here, uploaded to every porn site online, and of course being sent to your misfortunate old dad."

I watched as tears started to stream down her aspect. The poor lady friend was petrified, understandably so. I watched as her dumb little teenage mind tried to come up with elbow room out of this.

"B-B-But you'd get in problem ! ! You'd get fired and my dad would take a crap trusted you ended up in Jail."

I had rehearsed for this. I smiled"You're right dear, I would. But hey, I've lived a ripe animation. I'm just a lonesome old man. I don't fear if I go to jail, I have nada to lose.

But YOU on the other handwriting, my dear you have your whole life in front of you. Do you really want to be known as a whore who stripped to her panties just to pass a Math class ? You'd be ruined fille"

I paused before continuing. I knew my words cut her deeply.

"Just let me throw what I want, do as I say, and all of this will stay between us. I get to see you naked, you get to top the course and go to summer summer camp. And by next year, both of us forget that this ever happened."I soothed

She thought about it. I could see her pondering. I knew she couldn't believe that she was in this attitude, but I also knew that she really had no way out. Of course of action she could call me on my bluff, but the truth was I really didn't care what happened to my life story. At this stop, the prize was deserving whatever risk. I was so lustful for her, I really didn't charge about the repose of my life-time. I had to have her.

She replied softly

"Fine, but just for the rest of the school yr"

I wanted to jump up in joy. But I kept my composure.

"Smart girl. Now get to it."

I watched as she slowly reached for her bra meat hooks. With great trepidation, she finally unhooked her bra. I could see the release of tension on her tits the moment she unhooked it. She looked at me petrified, holding her bra in front of her titmouse.

"drib it."

With a sigh, she did so.

I almost came at the sight of her perfect teen teat. They were big, and must have been D cup, but looked even bigger as they contrasted with her slim systema skeletale. The chassis underneath her bra was pale compared to her the ease of her sun kissed pelt. She had pinko mammilla. I was astounded how perfectly her big knocker rested on her chest.

I motioned for her to come to my side of the desk.

She slowly did. I marvelled at her tits, now just a foot away from me. Instinctively I put my hired man around her tiny waist. She pulled back, but I forced her in towards me with comfort. I imagined that I probably had close to 150 lbs on her.

I wrapped my left script around her shank, and with my barren manus I stroked up her bay window and started groping her pull up stakes tit.

"No please. What about tutoring ! !"She pleaded as split rolled down her boldness.

I ignored her pleas, and started groping her tit to my pleasure.

"Please, a girlfriend with tits like this doesn't want to learn mathematics. She just needs to find out how to be a perfect little slut."I sneered as I played with her mamilla, and squeezed her tits relentlessly.

I loved the youthful feel. It had been decades since I had big mammilla in my hands, and never as courteous as this. At this point, I knew I was being driven into craze. Her plea seemed like they were coming from underwater I was locked in on her. I pulled her in closer and engulfed her tit into my mouth. I sucked her jailbait teenage tit like a starving infant hungry for Milk River. It felt surreal, I couldn't believe I was doing getting to do this with my dream girl.

With my former hand I instinctively started groping her yummy ass. It was doughy in my hand, but also resilient. I couldn't helper but ease up it a few sharp smacks whenever Katee tried to attract away from me.

I brutishly tore the teenage's panties off. The tacky cloth ripped easily, exposing her raw ass to me. I continued to fumble her ass, now inching towards her anus. I smacked her ass every sentence she resisted, causing her to squeal and momentarily pay in. All the while, I continued to feast on her delightful tits, leaving my slobber all over her neck and tits. I had truly transformed into a reasonless animal, focused on one matter only.

My hands were both now on her bare ass cheeks, splitting them apart, squeezing them with all my military capability. I instinctively made my way to her teen pussy with my right hired hand. Without a secondment thought process, I inserted my finger into her puss. She moaned in pain. I couldn't believe how cockeyed she was. Just two of my fingers were struggling to move in and out of her pussy.

With my other hand I made my way to her crocked ass cakehole and started circling it. I gently inserted my exponent finger. She scream out cheap and instinctively tightened her ass kettle of fish anatomical sphincter on my fingerbreadth. It felt like I was in a frailty travelling bag, but I managed to sustain advancing my fingerbreadth. She gasped in pain with each in.

My other hand was fingering her pussy mercilessly, gently causing her dry slit to start to lubricate itself.

Here I was with her right tit in my oral cavity, biting her pap, fingering her pussy and having my index finger knuckle abstruse in her soaked asshole. I knew it was only a issue of time til my dick was about to set off.

She momentarily gave a sigh of rest as I let all of her orifice go. This was shortly lived as I picked her up and forcefully put her font down over my Teacher's desk.

"Stick your ass out whore."I said as I gave it a flavor.

She did as she was told, she had no selection.

She spread her legs wide, and stuck her ass up off of the wooden tabular array. Her back arched, as her mammilla we're smushed against the cold table. I told her to seem up and hold her case pointing towards the back wall at all time.

I wanted the camera on the back wall to get a dear view of her angelical innocuous face during this.

"Please no, Please no, not like this ! !"She wailed.

I gave her several shrill spanks"Quiet whore."I sneered.

I split her ass cheeks apart and forced my thick 8 inch cock into her teen kitty-cat. I felt a pop, as she screamed in pain. My generous belly rested on her ass as I started to further impale her.

Luckily the annex we were in was far away from the school day, so I was hopeful that no body would get wind this. I slowly forced my cock in all the way, she moaned in agony as inch by inch it went in to the hub.

I grabbed a fistful of her compact slick brown hair and yanked her head back as I started to pierce in and out of her tight pussy. She was in torture, I was in Shangri-la. Her tight slit was like a warm vacuum on my cock. I felt like I was impaling her.

I yanked her drumhead back with each knife thrust with a clutches of her hair. With the other bridge player I reached underneath her to snaffle a fistful of tit shape. I couldn't help but yank and squeeze harder as I came closer to orgasm.

As much as I wanted it to death forever, I knew it was going to end soon. With a last thrust, I came deep inside her pussy. I could find the warm cum flooding out of my shaft. I stayed in her for arcminute afterwards. I could hear her sob, which I imagine was partly in relief.

Finally, as I felt my cock start to shrink, I took myself out of her. Cum, a subtle stripe of blood dribbled down her thigh. I smiled in dandy satisfaction, as I confirmed that I took this sexy teen's virginity.

She lied there, almost motionless. I knew her head must cause been in a whirlwind. I didn't show her much mercy.

I took her clothes out of my interlace cabinet, walked to the front of the desk and threw them on the land.

"Lesson's over. You passed today, but I'm going to be expecting more tomorrow."I said sternly

She looked up at me, rip in her heart and rolling down her cheek. She was in incredulity. I knew what she was thinking. What more could I possibly expect ?

She slowly put her clothes back on in quiet. I could tell she had run out of tears for today. She simply looked down.

I reached into my cabinet again, and gave her a small shopping bag. She took the contents out of the bag, with a teasing look on her boldness.

One by one, she pulled out a skimpy backless ‘ around the cervix'pink hangman's halter top, a distich of skinny jeans that were a size too small-scale for her, a white lacing flip-flop and a matching strapless white button up bra from Victoria's Secret.

"On top of being my personal sex toy every day after class, you're going to be my fun thing during the day too."I sneered"You have wicked taste in wearing apparel dear, so I'm going to be dressing you like the lilliputian slut that you are."I sneered

She continued to face down in shock at the apparel, trying to suffer everything that was being thrown at her.

I sneered"Don't worry. You can save the clothes. I'll find way for you to pay me back after class tomorrow."

The End