A Teacher Blackmailed Chapter 2

Tiffany woke the following day and stepped out of bed. As her foot hit the ground she gasped and hobbled a little; she could feel the pain still resonating from the previous night’s assault. Her tits and nipples were bruised and swollen and the top of her legs were bruised and battered.

She instinctively went to grab her silk dressing gown that she meticulously laid on her bed each night. However, as she picked it up the cold reality of her situation came crashing back down around her, as she remembered Matthew’s demand for her to remain naked at all times. She instantly felt self-conscious again, knowing he could be watching her as she dropped it back onto the bed and got up to use the bathroom and get ready for the day ahead.

It was a strange feeling being watched. For the first ten minutes she was conscious about Matthew watching her nakedness. Her hands would try and cover as much of her body as possible, but soon enough she forgot the cameras were there. She actually liked being naked. A sort of guilty pleasure only she knew about and indulged in… until now.

As she stepped out of the shower and removed the shower cap, that kept her tresses completely dry, she heard a knock at the door. “Must be the postman.” She thought to herself.

This time, she grabbed her dressing gown and rushed to the door, making sure that the silk material hugged her naked form and covered her stunning body. She slowly unlocked and opened the door, peering her head through the gap. Just as she was about to speak she saw Matthew stood there in his school uniform. “Why are you wearing your dressing gown?” He growled.

“I…um…I…thought.” She spluttered before Matthew barged his way into the house and with the door still wide open he pulled the gown from her body. As it fell onto the floor, she felt the breeze attack her bare body and Tiffany immediately covered her frame with her hands and kicked the door shut. Matthew grabbed a nipple in each hand and twisted the bullets as hard as he could. “Aaaaarrrggghhhhhhh.” The young teacher squealed in agony.

“Don’t you ever disobey me again.” He demanded.

“Arrggghhh, sorry, sorry, sorry I promise.” She apologised as she winced in pain.

He relented the pressure on her nipples and pushed her up against the wall. His mouth and tongue slobbered over her globes as he kissed and licked her nipples, as his hand wandered in between her legs pushing them apart; his hand quickly rubbing her clit. Tiffany desperately wanted to push her student away, but she knew that she had no choice but to allow him to use and abuse her so she just closed her eyes and hoped the schoolboy would get his thrills and leave.

She couldn’t deny however, that her snatch was now a damp mess from both his fingers between her legs and his mouth assaulting her sensitive nipples. She relented and adjusted her stance, opening her legs further apart as he thrust a single digit deep into her pussy, ramming it deep inside her. His finger, right up to the knuckle, was buried inside her he arched his finger slightly and proceeded to finger fuck her.

He could hear his teacher quietly moaning, and when he felt her hips gyrate onto his finger, he smiled. “I knew you were such a slut… letting me just barge in here and finger fuck you….” he taunted. Matthew could tell that his teacher was getting close to cumming. He pulled his wet digit from her pussy and put the coated finger to her mouth, making her lick and suck her juices until it was clean.

“I’m going to make your breakfast. I want your hair curly today.” He commanded as he vanished into the kitchen. Tiffany just nodded and disappeared to fix her hair.

As Tiffany walked into her bedroom, she had to admit that she felt a little frustrated that she had let herself be manhandled like that, and that Matthew had brought her so close to an orgasm. She was horny and needed to cum, and was cruelly denied. She sat at her dressing table, naked, and started to curl her hair when she saw Matthew appear in her mirror with a plate in his hand.

“Breakfast is served.” He grinned as he placed the plate on the floor in the corner of the room.

Tiffany looked at him a little baffled. “Why is the plate in the corner?” She asked.

“Get on your hands and knees, and crawl over to your breakfast. Eat it like the dog you are.”

Tiffany couldn’t believe what she was hearing and just sat there motionless. Surely he couldn’t expect this of her? Her entire body shook as he bellowed. “NOW.” As he pulled his phone out, knowing he was serious, she sunk to her hands and knees and slowly crawled over to the plate, blushing red at the humiliation of it all. When she reached the plate, she saw that he had cut up a banana into several little pieces and had cum all over the fruit.

Still on her hands and knees she looked at her breakfast. She couldn’t possibly eat that. She dropped her head and sighed. Tiffany threw up a little in her mouth as she saw the glistening cum run off of the banana and onto the plate.

“Please, please anything but this.” she begged her tormentor.

Her pleas fell onto deaf ear as Matthew grabbed the back of her head and forced her face into the mixture of banana and cum, smearing her face into it. “Eat it….or else.”

She knew she had no option and with tears flowing from her eyes she slowly began to eat her breakfast, each mouthful made her feel both more sick and more humiliated. She was about half way through her breakfast when she felt him turn her body so she was on her back. “Open wide…” he said as he let the rest of the meal fall into her open mouth. With a mouth full of cum and banana, Tiffany tried her best to consume the awful meal, but felt body quiver as his tongue swept across her widespread pussy lips. “Mmmmmmmmm.” A little moan slipped past the mass of food in her mouth and out of her lips.

Matthew’s mouth was glued to his teacher’s pussy lips he sucked hard, letting his tongue curl deep into her moist gash. She involuntarily twitched as her interior muscles closed around his tongue. He moved his mouth to the tip of her clit and softly nibbled it with his teeth.

Tiffany squirmed and moaned as she continued to try and finish the mass of food in her mouth. On her back, she found it a little difficult to swallow.