Raping the Drunk teacher Part 2
Raping the Drunk teacher Part 2
Sex Story Author: | Pandorius999 |
Sex Story Excerpt: | He straddled her buttocks, before settling pulling her upto a doggie-style position. Her hands were evidently not in a position |
Sex Story Category: | Anal |
Sex Story Tags: | Anal, Blowjob, Cruelty, Domination/submission, Fantasm, Humiliation, Males / Female, Non-consensual sex, Rape |
“Help anybody! Mayank Ria please help me.”
Mrs Rawat, the school teacher I’d just raped, screamed at the top of her voice as the rustling of leaves informed my hyperactive senses that she was being dragged away. I could see neither till a silhouette appeared in the square of light, dragging another writhing one behind it. In a moment, both were gone.
I stared into the dark garden, her screams almost inaudible now. Should I follow her ? Or should I return to the party ? Before I could decide, my dick was leading me across the dark garden towards the light-filled orifice. It appeared to grow in size as I approached it, the garden becoming all the more dark as my eyes adjusted to the light. I failed to see where I was walking, and this proved fatal to my plans.
Two yards or so away, my leg suddenly caught something and down I went, not for the first time that day. Before I could steady myself, I was disappointed and not a little alarmed to see the square grow smaller till it virtually disappeared. A grating sound rubbed in my despair as I found myself sitting in the dark. Sighing, I began to investigate the source of my undoing, and was stunned to find a thin leather strap wrapped round my leg.
Closer inspection revealed a purse, with some heavy contents inside. Realizing that I’d just hit upon the lone remaining proof of her presence, her purse. Deciding to investigate it just in case I found anything interesting I proceeded towards the end of the clearing, where there was enough light. The purse was a simple brown one, with the notorious strap on it. However, I was stunned to find three thick wads of currency inside.
Pulling them out one by one, I saw they were thousand bucks’ bills, each having perhaps a hundred such notes. Greedily I pocketed them. I wasn’t poor, hell, my parents total earning was perhaps three times what she earned. Still money is good. Once the robbery was complete, I surveyed the remaining stuff. There were her car keys, a small diary, some notes and cosmetics. There was some more money, including some loose change. I took the lot, not sure what might yield what. Once I was sure the purse was empty, I threw it over the wall, realizing only then that I’d have to go back and take it, should the police search for evidence.
With this new problem on the horizon, I headed full speed out of the venue, only to find my dad having a conversation with a half drunk business tycoon who appeared to be overtly interested in mom. Telling them that I was going to meet a friend nearby and would be back in a jiffy, I headed to the place which should ideally contain the purse. As it turned out, I was off the mark by several yards. The purse, thankfully, had landed in a muddy stretch of ground, and had not been discovered. Picking it up, I stood there wondering where to dispose of it. One end of the horizon contained the silhouettes of the party guests, the other an empty stretch of field. I decided to head in that direction.
This didn’t yield any immediate results, as the bare field was the least likely place where a purse could be safely disposed. There were, on the other hand, some bushes near a drain on one end, which could hide it for a few days provided the sniffer dogs weren’t used. Heading towards it as I got another message from my dad, I was forced to stop when I heard a very faint moan from the surroundings. Yes, it came again. A soft whimpering moan, like an injured dog. Or a raped woman ?
I instinctively headed in the direction of the moans, which incidentally was at a tangent to the bushes. Before I knew it, i’d come upon a low wall. From behind this barrier were coming sounds of moans and grunts. I couldn’t help but look over. At first I saw nothing, but as my eyes adjusted, I realized that the wall was higher on the other side, and at the bottom were two figures – one on top of the other.
I realized I had to check out the action from a better vantage point. Moving along the wall, I reached a point where the wall was broken and I could easily jump over, landing a little hard on the other side. From there, I cut a wide locus to the two figures, by now sure that they were my teacher and that mysterious man. Eventually, I found some bushes which were proximate to the scene of action, and I settled behind them. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I was treated to a sight capable of rivalling a porn movie.
The witch, who was the source of the whipped bitch moans, lay with her legs at forty five degrees to her torso. The man had somehow managed to restrain her arms over her head, leaving her wide open. At the moment he was between her legs, a hand on either side of her body, as he fucked her while alternating between kissing her and sucking her nipples.
As I watched, he became rigid and grunted, presumably cumming inside her. I watched mesmerized as this unknown man mixed his cum with mine, in the woman’s violated hole. She groaned when he let go of her mouth, covering her face with her hand. This man, however, appeared to have saved some of his energy for the next stage, for he got up, and landed a few small kicks on her side . The cause of this aggression wasn’t immediately evident, but it turned her sobs to howling.
He seemed to like this, for he said something before fishing for for something in the darkness. He found it and straightened up. In the low light, I saw him adjust something in his hand. This was followed by two flashes of a camera, which temporarily blinded me. By the time I could adjust my eyes again, he was crouching upon her again and apparently turning her over. I could make out parts of the conversation.
“Enough of sloppy seconds. Don’t think the earlier guy took you in the ass. Umm an anal virgin.”
She replied something inaudible. The man laughed, before fishing in the darkness again. The witch seemed to be trying to get away, for her present captor landed a few more kicks, followed by a slap on her face after he’d found what he wanted. This shut her up, and she allowed him to turn her over, resuming her pleas only when he began to pull at something on her ass. A ripping sound followed, and he threw the remnants of her panties away. The teacher began to plead again.
This time the man didn’t bother to stop her, concentrating instead on gouging something out of a small box, which he then began to spread around. Apparently he could not see her ass well enough, and like me earlier, placed the mobile at an appropriate angle. This incidentally gave me a great view of her ass, and I realized he was applying some sort of lubricant in her ass crack.
By now I was getting rock hard. The sight of the whore teacher getting ass raped was something I’d never thought I’d live to see. To make it all the more appealing, she was whimpering like a little girl, helpless for a second time that evening. I fished out my cock and started stroking it.
The man, oblivious to my voyeuristic delight, was smearing greater amounts of cream on her ass. The cold touch was evidently disliked by the woman, for she began to writhe again. This had the benefit of causing her ass to shake seductively, and the man held a finger inside her ass, enjoying the way her ass wriggled and shook on his digit.
However, when it began to get out of control, he resumed his dominance by landing a few hard slaps, the sound of which reverberated through the silent night. Her ass cheeks were by now bright red. The man squeezed them hard, before resuming the penetration of her ass. This time, his finger appeared to go deeper, upto the second joint. Encouraged, he pushed again, this time burying it in her ass.
When he began to insert a second one though, her tight ass posed greater resistance. The woman was screaming louder with each thrust, and by the time the second finger was inside, she was screaming. The man didn’t bother to notice, instead continuing with the anal invasion. A third finger was now struggling for space. I watched in awe as he finally succeeded in getting it in, causing the poor teacher to arch her back as she howled at the moon. A couple of hard slaps later, he collapsed in a mess of unkempt hair, her body wracked by sobs.
The man used the end of her resistance to good effect.
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