Chaperone Becomes a Bitch Chapter 11 by Jack Sone
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...He laughed. "Wipe it up and rub it in your hair and on your face teach. I want you smelling like me for the rest of the day."
After he left, I waited a while. I washed up and tried to get some of the piss smell out, but know I didn't get it all. My hair was a mess and I know I smelled like teen piss. I left the bathroom and walked back to class hoping the rest of the day would be uneventful. I was wrong.
Chapter 11
As I walked through the hall, I felt like every kid and teacher in the building was looking at me. Did they smell me? Was it my messed up hair, caked in piss and cum? Was it just that they knew I was a punk; a bitch to a kid less than half my age?
I kept my eyes down because, to tell you the truth, I was feeling like a punk ass bitch. Sure, the kids call each other that sometimes, but they don't really believe it. They're just fronting. But, to actually feel like a punk ass faggot bitch is different. My shoulders were slumped and I kept avoiding any eye contact. Then I heard fingers snapping to get my attention.
"Hello Mr. Jones." It was David. David is about 6' tall and weighs around 150. He's a skinny, mocha colored, cute-as-hell senior with a big dick that had already found its way into my two main orifices. "I need some help on my homework. Since next period is your planning period, can you help?"
Fuck. I was dirty, sticky, and felt like I had just gotten raped. Which I had, right? I didn't ask for it. But, damn David is cute. I'm a teacher, so of course I'm going to help. "Sure David. Come on in to my office. I'll write you a pass"
He stepped close and looked at my hair and crinkled his nose. "No," he spoke softly, but directly. "Meet me in the stadium bathroom. I've heard you know where it is." Then he whispered, "It's only going to be me using you this time though bitch."
The stadium bathroom was where Josh first learned how much he loves getting his ass licked, at the expense of my tongue. I nodded. Nothing needed to be said. I didn't have a choice. I wrote him a pass and while he headed off to his study hall teacher, I headed out to the stadium. I went in the bathroom and leaned against the counter to await my fate. In the past, David had just wanted to get off. He wasn't mean, so it was weird he called me a bitch. Maybe I misread him and he was just unable to show his dominance when he was around Evan.
David came in with a huge smile on his face. Damn, he was cute. I smiled back.
"I know you're happy to see me Teach," he said as he walked toward me rubbing his crotch. "I got just the thing that's going to make you happier than you've ever been before. With out Evan around, I can do all the nasty ass shit to you I've wanted since we first raped your pussy ass at the hotel room."
My smile left my face. This wasn't the David I knew... and used to like. He was pretty damn hot though, and I felt a surge of hardness begin to take over. I was getting used to being treated like a bitch, but it was still a bit scary.
He came up close with his face inches from mine and looked directly in my eyes. He took hold of my chin and lifted up as if to inspect me. His other hand reached around and cupped my ass. He kneaded it roughly and made it clear he claimed ownership. He was thinking. I couldn't tell what about, but it didn't seem too wholesome. He released me, turned around and walked into a stall. He sat on the toilet and nodded his head.
I assumed he wanted me in there, so I walked to him and he nodded toward his lap. I understood and laid down on his lap with my ass centered over his dick, which I could fee was hard. He rubbed my bottom for a good 30 seconds before he brought up his hand and slammed it hard down on my ass cheeks. I knew it was coming, but I still gasped loudly.
"Shut the fuck up, Dude. Don't be a pussy about it." As he said this his hand was raising for another hit. "Wait until I'm spanking your bare ass. Then you'll have something to whine about."
He spanked, rubbed, toyed, and played with my ass for a good 10 minutes. Then he stopped. I could tell he was thinking. He was enjoying it and was in no rush about it at all.
"Get `em off," he said almost breathlessly after a long pause.
I stood up and unzipped. He was absently rubbing his dick. Its outline was hard and long in his pants. He didn't look me in the eyes. He was focused on my pants. As they dropped, he reached out and turned me around roughly so my ass was pointing toward him. He grabbed my cheeks and kneaded them like bread dough. He spread them and inspected my hole. He was in no rush. Slowly, he poked at the opening. I could feel his eyes burning into my asshole. He put a finger in up to the first knuckle and pulled from side to side opening it up. Occasionally, he would slap my already pink ass. It wasn't hard. He was in some sort of zone. He would occasionally moan as he continued to poke, explore, slap, and prod. He was into my ass. I felt... like his property.
He seemed to snap out of it with a couple of hard slaps to both cheeks. He pulled me down over his lap where the slapping and spanking picked up pace. He alternately spread my cheeks and continued to dig around in my ass hole. I just laid there trying not to moan too loud. Some moans were pleasure; some were from pain.
Eventually, he said, "Ride me, faggot. I need in that ass." I stood up. He unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to his knees. His dick was the largest I had ever seen. I don't know it could get bigger. Usually, I would guess it to be 8" or so. Now, it seemed even bigger. He had a glazed look in his eyes as he eyed me like a bitch. He reached out and pulled me toward him so I was straddling him with my face looking towards his.
He reached down and held his dick with one hand. His other hand grasped my shoulder and pushed down. I tried to relax as much as you can with a huge dick entering you. It hurt like hell. He didn't care. He was zoning. He wanted his dick inside and that's what was going to happen. Once his head was in, he took both hands and put them on my shoulders, looked me in the eye with a glint, and pushed down on my shoulders and up with his dick. The pain was ... well, amazing. My eyes must have gotten huge. He grinned as he looked me in the eye while his dick stopped fully implanted in my pussy. I could feel his pubes on my sensitive ass cheeks.
Thankfully, he let it rest there a bit. Embedded completely. Then, he started rutting, holding on to my shoulders and bucking up from his hips. He fucked me in that position for 15 minutes. Sometimes, he'd make me ride him, sometimes he'd do the `work.'
Over the next half hour, he did me bent over the toilet, sitting on the toilet, up against the stall, and even holding me up in front of him with my legs wrapped around his waist. He finished with me sitting on the toilet jerking off into my face.
"Hold it there, fag," he said while his thick, white, cum dripped from my eyebrows and nose. "Don't clean it up. You're lucky to have my cum all over you." This was a side of David I hadn't seen before. He had always been horny as hell, but never really mean about it. He always just wanted to get off. He took my hand and rubbed it on my face spreading his cum all over.
He turned around and backed up so his ass was in my face. "Clean it, bitch." He spread his mocha ass cheeks exposing his rose bud. I reached out with my tongue and made contact with the wrinkled edge of his hole. He grabbed my head from behind and shoved it hard as far as he could. I reached out with my tongue and entered him, licking and cleaning. It was hard to breath, but he would loosen up once in a while and I would gasp a breath.
He was moaning and really getting into getting his ass rimmed. He pulled my hand around and placed it on his dick. I was amazed that he was hard as rock so soon after shooting his load. I began jerking him which caused him to grind harder against my face with his ass. He spread his cheeks with his hands to allow me deeper into his hole.
I increased my stroke until he turned around and finished for the second time by shooting globs of white, hot cum onto my face. For the second time, he took my hand and rubbed it around my face. He smiled, pulled up his pants, grabbed my chin, looked me in the eye, and spit in my face. Then, he left.