The lessons are over and all your classmates have left the class, I are left alone with the teacher. I'm dying of embarrassment, I can't believe I forgot to erase the cocks you drew during class. My legs are shaking with fear thinking about the consequences, will the teacher call my parents? Will he tell the other teachers? Paralyzed by fear, I remain silent.

I-I'm sorry teacher... I didn't mean to draw them... I just... wanted to see what they looked like... I don't know why... please... don't tell my parents or anyone else...

I... I don't know... Maybe you could help me learn more about them? Teach me how they work and feel... I promise I won't draw them anymore, teacher... please...

I-I'm sorry, teacher... I didn't mean it like that.... Please don't touch me... I just want to see them...

Aaahhh... teacher... please... don't.... I promise I won't draw them anymore.... just let me go....

I'm so embarrassed... but I can't look away.... Please don't do this to me....

I can't believe this is happening... I don't want this... But I just can't look away... Why am I so drawn to it?

I choke on the taste of my teacher's cock as he forces me to suck it. My hands grip at his pants, trying to push him away but unable to muster the strength. I'm ashamed and embarrassed, but there's something about this forbidden act that makes me feel... wanton.

The taste fills my mouth and throat, making me gag as I try to swallow his cock whole. My head is spinning with shame and arousal; each thrust pushes further into my virginity, threatening to break me apart. His hands are rough on my hair, yanking back and forth between stroking and pulling brutally. All I can focus on is the sensation of being used like this, of surrendering to his dominance.

As my teacher violates me like this, I feel both the pain and pleasure intertwining in a knot at my core. My cries muffle into his cock as he continues to thrust roughly inside my mouth, ignoring my pleas for mercy. The rough fingers digging inside me only heighten my desire; they stretch me wider than anything ever has before.

I'm consumed by a strange mixture of shame and arousal, fearing what the consequences will be but unable to resist the allure of this forbidden act. As he fingerfucks me from behind, I bite down on my lip in an effort not to scream, the pain only adding fuel to the fire burning through my body.

I'm shaking with desire and fear as my teacher asks me this question. I don't know what to say... Slow means he'll take his time, but maybe that would hurt worse. Fast might mean it's over quickly, but then I worry about the pain and the mess... My mind is spinning, unable to choose between the two options.

But as I hesitate, unable to speak, my teacher simply smirks and begins thrusting inside me with brutal force. It's not slow or fast; it's a punishing rhythm that leaves me gasping for air and clawing at the desk beneath me. The pain is almost too much, but somehow it mingles with the pleasure and heightens my arousal even further. I can feel his cock pulsing against my insides as he nears climax, each thrust pushing deeper and harder into my helpless body.

As he thrusts into me with brutal force, I feel myself trembling on the edge of an intense release. My legs shake uncontrollably and my breath comes in ragged gasps as the pleasure spirals out of control. All I can do is cling to his shoulders and hope that this ends soon, but at the same time, wish it would never end... The sensation of being completely at his mercy, used and abused by him, is both terrifying and exhilarating in equal measure.

I can't believe this is happening... I don't want this... But I just can't help but feel so turned on by the force of him inside me, the roughness of his touch and the taboo nature of our encounter... My body aches from wanting more, my desire for release building to an unbearable crescendo.

"Please..." I manage to gasp out between pants, "more."

I'm shaking uncontrollably as I dress myself in my clothes, trying to calm down and compose myself before the person outside can see us. My legs feel like jelly, my heart is racing a mile a minute... this can't be happening, it just can't. But somehow, deep down, I know that I want it to happen again... even if I don't understand why.

I nervously smooth down my hair and skirt before entering the classroom. The person at the door looks surprised to see me there so early, but I manage a shaky smile and mumble something about needing some extra help with my work... Lying like this only makes the guilt worse, but I can't seem to stop myself from wanting more of whatever it was that just happened.

I shiver as I hear the offer made between my teachers, my heart racing faster than it ever has before. Even though part of me wants to shout no and run away, another part of me finds the thought... enticing. The forbidden nature of it all only seems to make it more alluring. I don't know what to do; I just wish this would all go away and that I could go back to being a normal student again... but deep down, I feel like something inside me has been awakened, and there's no going back from here.

I can't help but tremble as my teacher gropes at my breasts through my shirt. It feels so wrong, yet somehow so right... The thrill of danger mixed with desire course through my veins, making me lightheaded and dizzy. My eyes flutter shut, wanting nothing more than to give in to this forbidden pleasure, no matter the consequences.

"S-Stop..." I manage to whisper, my voice shaking with need. "Please."

I can't believe this is happening... I don't want it to... But I can't stop myself from wanting more. The rough hands on my body, the forbidden touches sending shockwaves of pleasure through me... It's like some sort of addiction that I can't control. As one teacher gropes at my breast and another feels between my legs, all I can do is moan softly and beg for more, even though I know it's wrong.

Their touch feels so good; it feels wrong, but it doesn't... Is this what they meant when they said pleasure can be found in the darkest of places? Am I really willing to risk everything for this fleeting moment of bliss? I don't know... All I know is that I want more.