Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's - Class room 3 - Mr. Mercer's class
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				Title: <strong>Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's - Class room 3 - Mr. Mercer's class</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>31-10-2010, 18:52:08</strong>
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				Class room for Mr. Mercer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's - Class room 3 - Mr. Mercer's class</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>01-11-2010, 21:20:15</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's - Class room 3 - Mr. Mercer's class</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 13:49:26</strong>
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				Pete made his way back to his classroom after running into miss Du Pain again. The little Frog temptress had caused quite a new stir in his cock, even though she hadn't managed to get him quite as hard as earlier that morning. He was supposed to work on the last preparations for tomorrow’s classes, but he found his mind wandering. First to miss Du Pain. The way the silk fabric had hugged her dancing tits, and how her every move seemed to hold some sensual promise. And then to earlier that day, in the storage shed. He ended up being distracted enough to stop his work for a while and bring up Melody’s file over the schools computer network. Attached to her school record were a few pictures. Pete caught himself rubbing his crotch as he stared into the girl’s eyes on his computer screen. The little tramp… Why on earth had he let her go back to her room after one sloppy blowjob… Nothing would have stopped him from keeping her there for a lot longer.<br><br>The thought of feeling her soft lips on his cock again was all he needed to make himself rockhard. <em>Fuck</em>, the little strumpet had gotten under his skin already. He dropped the pencil he had been flicking in between his fingers on the surface of his desk and undid his trousers. He let his hand slip into his boxers and gave a few hard strokes to his throbbing member. He wouldn’t get any bloody work done today if he didn’t get rid of this new raging erection first. He stroked his hard rod a few more times when he noticed a familiar figure moving outside of his classroom window.&nbsp; Little Melody was quickly darting from tree to tree, as if she was trying to escape detection. Pete had a pretty good idea who she was trying to avoid. <br><strong><br>“It seems like you’re just <em>completely</em> out of luck today, miss Melody…”</strong> <br><br>He quickly tucked his cock back into his pants and nearly ran down the two flights of stairs that lead to his building’s main entrance. He was just in time to cut the young blonde’s path off. She likely was on her way to the dining hall. <br><br><strong>"Hello again, miss Melody… I’m afraid there was a certain matter I forgot to discuss with you earlier. I’m going to have to take up some more of your time I’m afraid…”</strong> <br><br>Pete swiftly looked around and after having made sure no one else was around, he grabbed the girl by the wrist again and dragged her up the stairs and into his classroom. He pushed her inside of the room and quickly double-locked the door behind him. After that, he moved to the windows and closed the blinds. His erection was now noticeably bulging in his pants and he quickly closed the distance between him and girl. He was pretty sure she’d have a good idea of what he had in mind for her, so he dropped the pretense of wanting to discuss something and simply grasped a fistful of her blonde manes again.<br><br>He did not speak as he pulled her towards his bureau by her hair. Having arrived there, he unceremoniously forced her to bend over the wooden surface of his desk. He kept his right hand on her hair, forcing her face to stay close to the desk surface. Meanwhile his free hand shamelessly slipped underneath her school uniform skirt. He lifted the skirt up completely to reveal her panties. He picked up a letter opener from his desk and hooked it underneath the band of her panties, at the hip and cut them off in one swift slice. The band snapped and he had no trouble tearing the rest of the fabric of her firm buttocks in one hard yank. <br><br>His breathing had become heavier now, and he allowed his left hand to explore the soft curves of her sweet young ass. He felt no regret nor remorse as he roughly fondled her flesh, only the twitch inside his trousers. He gave her an idea of what was to come next when he let his palm crash down hard on her taut left ass-cheek. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's - Class room 3 - Mr. Mercer's class</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 14:41:07</strong>
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				There he stood in front of her, she felt like a trapped animal. "Mr. Mercer, no, ple-", she barely go the words out before he was dragging her back to his room. Melody tried to pull, bit deep down, she knew the struggle would be futile. <br><br>As he dragged her up the stairs, she worried more about what he was going to do to her now. He locked the door, closed the blinds, she knew there would be no "discussion". She was in for something much worse. The air was knocked from her lungs as he grabbed her hair and pushed her to the desk. Tears began again, he had Melody so scared, she didn't dare to speak. <br><br>She felt her skirt hike up, and she screamed silently to herself. He couldn't do this, he wouldn't! Then she heard the tear, the last barrier of decency that was covering her bare ass and sex. "Please Mr. Mercer, stop," she whimpered. This was a total nightmare for Melody, this gross old man had set his sights on her and he was relentless. Melody didn't have a chance. Her whole body jumped as his hand hit her backside, she yelped in pain. Her whole body trembled scared of what his ultimate plans were for her - Melody would not get out of this unscathed - not a chance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's - Class room 3 - Mr. Mercer's class</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 15:56:27</strong>
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				When the girl yelped in response to his spank, Pete got even more aroused. Nothing sweeter than the screams of a naughty little tart… He let go of her hair and moved his hand to her lower back, still keeping her firmly in place. He repositioned himself so he would have an easier angle to spanking her naughty rump and let another hard slap descend upon her right cheek this time. He was pleased to see that this spank was hard enough to leave a pretty pink mark of his hand on her young flesh. <br><br><strong>“Hmmm, I’m afraid I’m going to have to devote a lot more attention to you, miss Melody. It’s about time someone reminded you of your place…”</strong><br><br>He let another cracking palm slap make contact with her left ass cheek, just as hard as the last one. After that one, he lost his patience a bit and decided it was time to just drop the cautious approach altogether. Clear thinking tended to go out of the window when the rod in his pants took the reins. He let a barrage of hard spanks descend upon the poor girl’s rump, each new one harder than the last. <br><br><em>*Spank*<br>*Spank*<br>*Spank*<br>*Spank*<br>*Spank*<br>*Spank*<br>*Spank*</em><br><br>By the time he finally contented himself enough to stop, her entire butt was one deep red mess. Pete grabbed a hold of both sides of her hips and pressed his hungry lips deeply into the reddened flesh. He could almost taste the burning pain he had caused her and it was delicious. Soon mere kisses weren’t enough and his hungry tongue was slobbering all over the sensuous curve of her ass. After a few minute or so, he detached his mouth from her rear end and pulled her up from his desk by her long blonde hair. <br><br>Pete was panting already, though it was more from his wild arousal than sheer physical exertion. He turned her frame so she was facing him again, his hand still a locked fist in her blonde hair. <br><br>“<em>Now then</em> miss Melody… I do believe that was a fine start to proceedings, wouldn’t you agree?” <br><br>His free hand unbuttoned his pants and he readily dropped them again. He pulled his cock out of his tented boxers. <br><br><strong>“I do believe you should know the drill from here, naughty little tart…”<br></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's - Class room 3 - Mr. Mercer's class</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 16:12:06</strong>
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				As the second hit landed, Melody jumped and yelped like a little dog.&nbsp; He was hurting her, and she hated him for it. "Please- Stop," she sobbed out, she was so terrified of him, she put her face down into her ands on the desk.&nbsp; "I'm not a tart-" she wanted to say more but he cut her off and then began hitting her in rapid succession, one cheek after the other. Melody Lurched forward, her body jumped, he let out cries of pain, and sadness. <br><br>When he was done hitting her, her backside burned like fire. It was so painful, she didn't know if she could sit for the rest of the week. To add insult to injury (literally), she felt his lips on her butt and she wanted to puke, he was kissing the red hot flesh of her bum! Then even worse, he licked her! Melody was sobbing uncontrollably by the time he pulled her off the desk by her hair. <br><br>She looked like a frightened little lamb as they were eye to eye again.&nbsp; She watched as he undid his pants, and they dropped to the floor. "Please Mr. Mercer, not all over me, not again. Please promise me, not all over my face again." She knew what she had to do, but there was no way she wanted to walk across campus again with another facial. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's - Class room 3 - Mr. Mercer's class</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 16:47:43</strong>
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				Pete shook his head and then back-handed her across the cheek. Hard enough to make it sting, but not hard enough to do any damage.<br><strong><br>&nbsp;“You’ve made a lot of progress today already Melody. Don’t you go ruining it now. You should have figured out already that you are not in a position to make any demands. My cock needs sucking and your dirty mouth is up to the task. You showed me as much earlier today.”</strong><br><br>&nbsp;He pressed his knob against her lips until she opened her mouth and he eagerly slid back into the moist warmth of her maw. He grabbed her hair in a make-shift ponytail so none of her long locks got in the way of his view of her face. He used his grasped on her hair to make her head bob up and down on his hard, veiny length. He still resisted the temptation to invade the girl’s throat. There would be enough time for that later. There was no need for him to be unnecessarily cruel to the girl. She had been good for the most part. Having cum already earlier in the day, she wouldn’t be able to bring him to a climax quite as quickly. His mind wondered as he used her mouth to pleasure himself. Suddenly another thought invaded his mind. <br><br>He had her at his full disposal for as long as he wished. No classes today, it might be a while before another such a glorious opportunity presented itself. Why not make the most of it and try one of her other holes as well? The tramp would get her cherry popped soon enough anyway, so why risk the chance of another teacher getting to her virgin orifices first. After she had coated his cock in a layer of her messy saliva he pulled her back off his rod and raised her to her feet again. <br><br>He guided her back to his desk and bended her forward over it again. This time, his hands explored the womanly slit in between her legs. The girl’s reaction let him know that he was the first man to touch her that way. He carefully slipped the tips of two of his fingers in and teased her little whole for a while, without invading her any further. His cock was throbbing violently at the thought of invading her virgin flesh, but he resisted the temptation of doing so right away. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's - Class room 3 - Mr. Mercer's class</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 16:57:28</strong>
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				The slap stung her already tear soaked cheeks.&nbsp; She trembled and unwillingly got down on her knees in front of him. His cock just bobbed up and down in front of her, and she slowly opened her mouth. She closed her eyes as he took hold of her hair again and forced her to suck him up and down. She hated this, she hated him. If she had the guts she would just bite down on him and make the bastard learn a lesson. His moans proved he was enjoying this power over her, and she was helpless to do anything about it. <br><br>When he pulled her off his rigid cock, she thought she was done, that it was over, that she could get away from him. She could not have been more wrong. As he lifted her to her feet, he bent her over the desk again, <em>Please don't hit me again, please don't hit me,</em> she thought to herself. Hitting would have been much better than what he had planned for her. She felt his fingers slip inside of her virgin pussy. "No, No! Mr. Mercer I beg you! please, don't!" Melody was horrified this pervert was touching her&nbsp; in that way. No one had touched her there, and now the first person to do it was a dirty old man! Her body froze in fear, praying he would not go any further. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's - Class room 3 - Mr. Mercer's class</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 17:14:19</strong>
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				He kept on probing her tight cunt with his fingers, exploring the limits of how far he could invade her with his digits. <br><br><strong>“This was going to happen sooner rather than later anyway Melody. I suspect you’ll be thankful soon enough it was me and not someone less experienced or considerate.” </strong><br><br>He pulled his fingers out and rubbed some of the moisture in between his fingers. The little tramp was getting wet at least. He sampled the taste and moaned approvingly. Pete was tired of playing around with her and decided it was time to move on to the next phase. He used his knob to tease the length of her slit, going up and down a few times and parting her flesh gently. Then he positioned his hard rod up against her narrow entry and slowly but surely started applying pressure. He felt the resistance of her flesh slowly giving in until he just about forced all of his head inside. He panted heavily in relief as her flesh closed around the bulbous head like a clenched fist.<br><br><strong>“Mmmmmmm… fuck, you tight little whore! You’re going to destroy my cock with that airtight little snatch of yours!” </strong><br><br>He slowly circled his hips and applied more pressure and was able to force some more of his length inside of her. He stretched her vaginal entry so badly that it felt like his penis was being crushed. Nothing beat the feel of a young, unstretched cunt. His hands now moved to her hips. All but one inch of his cock was now buried up Melody’s tight cunt. Pete knew it was of little use to try and bury himself up to the hilt the first time to he contented himself with using the inches she had giving him. He retracted his rod a bit as he screamed himself ragged from the tension on his cockmeat. Then he quickly plunged back into her warm moistness. He settled into a steady but slow rhythm, her tight unfucked cunt not allowing for him to really fuck her much harder. He could feel each thrust loosed her up a bit though and he eyed the sensation of his rigid hardness invading her poor little cunt. <br><br><strong>“Aah… aah… aaah… that’s it you little blonde tramp… Thought you could tease old Pete silly without giving him your nasty cunt, did ya? Well Pete will teach you differently…"</strong> <br><br>He patiently kept on giving her seven inches of his length, ignoring any protests she might have thrown at him, just focused on his own sensations of blissful pleasure. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's - Class room 3 - Mr. Mercer's class</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 17:33:42</strong>
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				Melody's body was betraying her, she was getting so wet from his probing fingers, and he knew how to work over her tight pussy. Melody whimpered and cried, praying he would stop. Once he pulled his fingers from her, she sighed in relief,&nbsp; she figured the worst was over, that he was just there to scare her. That he would let her go from this "lesson".<br><br>Melody could not have been more wrong. Withing mere seconds of his fingers leaving her body, she felt his cock at her entrance. "No Mr. Mercer, No! God, Please stop! Please, anything but that!" Her pleas fell on deaf ears. He pushed in slowly, stretching her, and then she felt it, the pain of him taking her innocence. The pain shot through Melody like an arrow, he had taken the one thing from her that was meant for another, a first love, a husband. Now she was ruined forever. Melody cried tears of pain and anger, how could he do this to her, rape her like this? She would tell the headmaster when she met with him, there had to be some recourse for Mr. Mercer's actions!<br><br>Her body wrapped around him like a glove, drawing him in further and further. She hated what was happening, but her body reacted in a positive manner to his invasion. She was wet and dripping and his cock slid in and out with ease. Melody shook with terror, he was raping her and no one knew, she was alone, who would believe her. He hit a spot in her and she jumped, a wave of please rode through her. <em>Pleasure?</em>, no this couldn't be happening, yet that one spot he rubbed made her feel so good, it was too unexpected. There was no way Melody was going to let on that he had hit her in a way that she actually liked it. She bit her lip and continued to cry and stay silent. It was rape, pure and simple, even if he knew how to bring her pleasure, it was wrong and that was that. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's - Class room 3 - Mr. Mercer's class</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 18:03:05</strong>
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				Pete was quite pleased with himself, happily pistoning in and out of the blonde tramp bent over his desk. Her tight snatch’s resistance had been broken just enough for him to slide in and out of her slick passage with more ease. He was enjoying the tightness of her young cunt fully now.<br><br><strong>“Aaah fuck yes… that’s it you little slut… that’s what you were born to do… take hard cock…” </strong><br><br>His breathing was more erratic than before, but he was still very much in control of his mind and body. He was going to make this last, he wasn’t just going to waste this hard-on on a minute or two of poking, no matter how sickly tight her cunt felt around his veiny cock. One of his hands happily palmed her ass cheek, which was still pleasingly red from her earlier spanking. It was fortuitous indeed that the little tramp had tried to leave campus grounds, otherwise she might never had attracted his attention and he would be going over boring lesson preparations right now instead of dicking this hot little blonde. He noticed that the little tramp made sure not to moan or react to his fucking in any other way than her wails and tears, even though he knew he was hitting all the right spots of her narrow little snatch. He spanked her ass hard again and sternly ordered. <br><br><strong>“Don’t try to pretend you’re not enjoying this you little tramp, I know you’re kind all too well… On the outside all innocent and sweet, but gagging for hard cock on the inside… Now give me some of that sweet music.” </strong><br><br>Once more his hand crashed down on her ass, this time even harder than before and his other hand slipped from her hip to her hair again. He grabbed her blonde locks and pulled her upper body back towards him, arching her spine.<br><br><strong>“Ooooh fuck yes… that feels <em>sooo</em> good you little strumpet… <em>so... fucking... good…</em>” </strong><br><br>Sweat was pearling on Pete’s forehead from sheer exertion, and some dripped down onto her reddened ass. The tightness in his balls had returned, his bullocks were screaming for release. It was no use, the little whore was just too tight for him to keep this up much longer, and since it was a bad idea to come inside of her until he had made sure she was using birth control, he quickly pulled out of her tight snatch. His rod made an audible pop as it was released from the airtight confines of her passage. He grabbed his cock and roughly started stroking it, enjoying the sensation of her sweet cuntjuice all over his rigid rod. Just a few hard strokes was all it took for him to spray his second load of the day all over her reddened ass cheeks. It took him five or six wild squirts to empty his balls, and then some more hard squeezing to force out every last drop. He admired the cluster of white islands he had created on the red sea of her ass cheeks. <strong>“Mmmm baby… you look so beautiful right now… <em>so beautiful</em>.”</strong> He panted. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's - Class room 3 - Mr. Mercer's class</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 18:48:53</strong>
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				"I'm not a slut!" She cried out, she hated that word. She was not some cheap whore that wanted this, that was begging for it. He <em>made</em> her do this, he forced his way inside of her, she didn't like any of it. It was her body betraying her, not her mind, she hated all of this.<br><br>He kept thrusting and hitting that spot, it was so hard for her not to moan in pleasure. He touched her and then spanked her again, and he yelped and moaned all at once. She had to, she had to let it out, fuck, that one spot, why was he hitting it over and over? Shit, fucking Mr. Mercer. He was playing her good, dirty bastard. He had Melody moaning and whining the rest of the time. As he pulled her up, he hit that spot more, harder and harder, Melody was panting&nbsp; for relief. She needed him to stop or else she wasn't going to last much longer, she would give in and climax for him, right there in his room. <br><br>No sooner did she feel the pressure mount in her core, did he pull out with at *pop*. Melody felt the pressure drain out of her. She then felt the cum squirt allover her red bum, and once again she was grossed out. "Please, may I go now?" Her voice trembled. she needed to get out of there and quick. she didn't want him to know that he had made her actually want to cum. She was bright red, and just wanted to get the hell out of there and fast. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's - Class room 3 - Mr. Mercer's class</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 19:05:28</strong>
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				Pete wiped the sweat of his forehead with the girls torn panties. The young blonde sure had given him a decent work-out, even though she had made him climax far too quickly for his taste yet again. He would last a lot longer next time, when the added arousal of popping her cherry wasn’t clouding his mind and her cunt would more readily adapt to his size. He shook his head when Melody asked if should leave. His other hand was still locked tightly into her long blonde locks and he pulled her off the desk by her hair until her feet carried her tiny frame again. He spun her around by the shoulders and sternly looked down into her eyes. <br><br><strong>“You can tell me whatever little lie you like, you dirty little tramp, but I know a cock-craving little slut when I meet one. And you get to leave <em>when I say</em> it’s time for you to leave.” </strong><br><br>He pointed at his still semi-hard rod, which was glistening in a sweet layer of her juices.<br><br><strong>“I suggest you first clean off the mess you made.” </strong><br><br>He grabbed her closer to him by the waist and used the opportunity to let his hand disappear underneath her skirt. He smeared his cum load all over her ass cheeks. Pete then pushed down onto her shoulders until she dropped back to her knees. <br><br><strong>“You can leave once you’ve licked up every little trace of your sluttiness off my cock. And not a moment sooner. You’re not the first snooty little bitch I’ve trained…”</strong><br><br>The girl had poked a fire inside of him that he hadn’t felt in a very long time. Students came and went with each passing year, but a precious few lingered in his mind for decades after they had left Saint Catherine’s. Pete was sure that this little blonde tramp Melody would be another one of those. He would fuck her so often that she’d beg for his cock on her hands and knees by the end of the semester. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's - Class room 3 - Mr. Mercer's class</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 19:28:14</strong>
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				Melody gasped loudly as he pulled her from the desk. Yes he terrified her, but he also opened up something inside of her she never expected to feel. She wasn't that cock craving slut he called her and she despised the names he used for her, but she did know now what it felt like to be pleasured, even if it was by this sick old man! <br><br>As he pointed to his cock, she could not imagine that she would have to taste herself, lick her juices off of him. He was never going to let her off easily and she knew that now. It was better to comply than to disobey and get a worse punishment. She still hated him for all he had done, for breaking her and taking her precious cherry. But she told herself, no convinced herself there was no other way. <br><br>She felt his hand rub her ass and she let out a small groan, only because it made her tender red ass feel better. As he shoved her to the floor, Melody, reluctantly opened her mouth and took him in once&nbsp; more. He really got off on having his cock sucked, something Melody was sure she was going to have to do many times for him. As her mouth slid over him, she closed her eyes once more, hoping he had no more to make her do, she was getting worn out and tired, and she had enough for today. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's - Class room 3 - Mr. Mercer's class</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 19:57:04</strong>
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				A pained little groan escape Pete’s throat as the girl reluctantly wrapped her lips back around his shaft and she soon was sliding up and down on his length again. If he allowed this to go on for too long, his cock would be ready for another round, and he probably had pushed the girl too far already for her first day. His own horniness didn’t mean he could afford to lose all professionalism. When he convinced himself that Melody had enjoyed a sufficient taste of her own cunt, he pulled her mouth back off his cock, which was already half-hard again. <br><br><strong>“<em>Fuck</em>… that’s quite enough, you little <em>cocksucker</em>. You want to get your teacher off a third time with that slutty mouth of yours?” </strong><br><br>He helped her back to her feet and guided her to the door. He unlocked it, but didn’t quite allow her to leave yet.<br><br><strong>“I think you’d agree that it’s been a very enlightening first day, miss Melody. I hope to see you bright and early tomorrow morning for our first official lesson.”</strong> <br><br>He pulled her closer by the waist and pressed a wet kiss down her neck, before gently nibbling on her flesh. The musky scent of her sweat aroused him further, but he forced himself to let go of her trembling little frame.<br><br>He’d carry on with her the very next day… <em>Have some bloody self-control, Pete!</em> He chastised himself for forgetting his four decades of experience over the little blonde brat. After opening the door for her, he was genuinely amused as the little tramp scampered off as quickly as her legs could carry her. He wondered if she believed she’d had the worst of it now. If she did, he’d soon show her just how wrong she was about that. <em>Her little ass belonged to Pete Mercer now… </em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's - Class room 3 - Mr. Mercer's class</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 20:11:54</strong>
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				Melody was so relieved when he pulled her off of his cock. She was done, finished, she could go back to the dorm and get panties and finally go eat. As he pulled her to her feet, she trembled more, it didn't seem like he really was going to let her go. As he pulled her close and kissed and nibble her neck, goosebumps formed on her skin. She just wanted to get out of there and his gross meat hooks. As soon as the door was open, she was off like a gazelle running from a lion, her legs could not carry her fast enough away from that pervert. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's - Class room 3 - Mr. Mercer's class</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>03-11-2010, 01:29:37</strong>
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				Miss Violet Granger was facing a dilemma.&nbsp; She was lost!! She had only been at the school a few scant hours and already she couldn't find her classroom.&nbsp; She had tried a few other places, and now she was walking along another hallway, looking at doors.&nbsp; She pushed one open and stepped in, looking around.&nbsp; It wasn't her cookery room that was for sure.&nbsp; It looked like a science room, judging by the periodic table and the various other posters on the walls.<br><br>With a heavy sigh she plonked her bag on the nearest desk and sat down, her feet were throbbing, damn shoes.&nbsp; She pulled off one and then rubbed her foot, then repeated the motion with the other.&nbsp; She moaned, it felt so much better to have those shoes off her feet, they were new and pinching her toes.&nbsp; She sighed contentedly as she wriggled her toes.&nbsp; <br><br>Violet wore a tight, short black shirt, it stopped mid thigh, and gave a hint of the lacy top of her stockings.&nbsp; She wore a very tight fitting blouse, and had a lacy white bra that matched her little tiny thong panties.&nbsp; She was a woman who dressed to impress and arouse.&nbsp; She loved to see a man growing hard or a woman getting hot.&nbsp; She glanced around, wondering who's room this one was...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's - Class room 3 - Mr. Mercer's class</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>03-11-2010, 09:59:23</strong>
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				After his earlier little intermezzo with Melody, Pete had gone back to going over the material he was to cover in his first few lessons. He had also checked the names of all the pupils that were to be in his classes and had been especially pleased when he noticed that Melody was indeed one of them. Not that he would have stopped his tutelage of the girl even if she hadn’t been one of his students. He was interrupted in his work when he heard someone enter his classroom. As he was in the small office adjoining his room, he could not see right away who had entered. Pete got up from his chair and stretched his upper body a little. <br><br>After he walked back into his classroom, he noticed that a young woman was sitting at one of the desks&nbsp; nearby the door. Based on her looks, she didn’t look like one of their students, but rather a fellow member of staff. Though he had not seen her before at Saint Catherine’s. Not unlike miss Du Pain, she seemed to have a very liberal idea of what was permissible in terms of attire for a female educator. He cleared his throat to attract her attention.<br><br><strong> “Excuse me… Can I help you miss?”</strong><br><br>He walked from the front to the back of the class and stopped in front of her desk. Having arrived there, he could see the lacy top of her stockings underneath her inappropriately short skirt.&nbsp; That was the kind of thing that instantly sent a twitch to his cock. Her long, wavy brown hair and her glasses were just an extra bonus. What exactly had gotten into the little tramps today that made them parade their stuff so readily and eagerly in front of him?<br><br>He shamelessly eyed her shapely legs before letting his gaze slide over her body. He taunting stared into her eyes after letting his eyes linger a bit on the scandalous cleavage of her blouse.<br><br><strong>“I don’t believe we’ve been introduced…”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's - Class room 3 - Mr. Mercer's class</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>03-11-2010, 13:06:01</strong>
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				Violet jumped at the voice, she hadn't been aware that anyone had been in the office and she was rather startled to see a man much older than herself approaching her.&nbsp; She frowned, and tried to pull her skirt down a little, something in his gesture and manner made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.&nbsp; She wasn't sure she liked him.<br><br>"Is this your classroom, I am sooo sorry,I was looking for mine and got totally turned around" she gushed, slipping her feet back into her killer heels and wincing as her toes protested loudly, "I'm Violet Granger, home education and cookery teacher" she told him, watching him carefully.&nbsp; She wasn't into older men, she liked a nice young hard body.&nbsp; Not someone like him, but his open leering gaze told her what he was looking at.<br><br>Pervert!!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's - Class room 3 - Mr. Mercer's class</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>03-11-2010, 18:21:05</strong>
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				Pete gave her an amused grin as he noticed her idle attempts at covering up her flesh a bit more now that she had discovered the owner of the classroom she had stumbled into. Typical for a young harlot, eager to show flesh but then picky about who they showed it to... <br><br><strong>"Home education you say? So you must love playing house..."</strong> <br><br>Pete's contempt for his female colleagues was something he could not always hide. His students couldn't help the fact that they were basically nothing more than cockhungry little tramps, but he expected a female member of staff to know better. Clearly that was not the case with miss Granger. Perhaps her own 'education' had been cut short a bit? <br><br><strong>“This is indeed my classroom… But you’re more than welcome to stay a little longer, <em>Violet</em>.”</strong> <br><br>He added a mocking tone when he spoke her name and stared down her cleavage again. To his surprise, the mere presence of another young slut in his classroom was enough to resurrect the fallen soldier in his pants. <em>Fuck, these tramps will shorten my life by a few decades if they keep this up… </em><br><br><strong>“In fact… I insist you keep me company for a bit… It’s in the best interest of the students if their teachers build up a good <em>working relationship</em> after all.”</strong> <br><br>His tone was serious but his dirty grin left little to the imagination. Pete had about enough of women who got him had and then did not do something about it. Miss Du Pain would be the last little cocktease he’d allow to get away with it. He was too old for their little games. Perhaps they’d think twice about playing them with him if he made sure they couldn’t sit for a fortnight. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's - Class room 3 - Mr. Mercer's class</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 13:41:34</strong>
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				She shuddered as he spoke.&nbsp; Violet was beginning to feel vulnerable under his gaze.&nbsp; He was looking at her like she was a piece of meat ready to be eaten.&nbsp; She gulped, and moved back another pace or two.<br><br>“I..I really should get off and find my classroom, I have so much I need to do before lessons start” she said, her voice trembling and her movements rather nervous.&nbsp; “I..its was nice to meet you...erm..” she didn't even know his name.&nbsp; There was something in his eyes that made her feel like he had already stripped her, removed every piece of her clothing and was watching her naked body.<br><br>Almost at the door, she wasn't really looking were she was stepping and she caught the heel of her shoe in a crack in the floor.&nbsp; She fell backwards, toppling over, landing on her bum, legs spread, knees bent.&nbsp; Her little white lacy panties flashing at him as she tried to get herself together to stand up.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's - Class room 3 - Mr. Mercer's class</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 14:18:06</strong>
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				Pete followed her step by step as miss Granger tried to make her way back to the classroom door. He replied with a dull, <strong>“I’m dr. Mercer, but you may call me Pete… no need for formalities amongst colleagues, wouldn’t you agree?”</strong> <br><br>Pete realized what was going to happen a fraction of a second before her heel got stuck in the old floor crevice – <em>didn’t he ask maintenance to fix that at the end of the last schoolyear?</em> – and couldn’t stop himself from smiling ear to ear as the pretty little tramp landed on her rear end and gave him a glorious view of her upper thighs and her little white panties. Pete further approached miss Granger – perhaps she thought for a moment he was going to help her up to her feet – but he stepped past her first and quickly locked the door to his office again. <br><br>The sight of her panties had pushed away any doubts that might have lingered in his mind about taking advantage of a fellow staff member on school grounds. If his old eyes hadn’t betrayed him, the little slut’s panties were even a little damp already. Violet was still on the floor even after he had double-locked the door and slipped the key back into his shirt pocket. He kneeled behind the sweet-scented little brunette and hooked his arms underneath her armpits. He let his right hand slip down her frame halfway through helping her up and pushed up against her tight little rump the rest of the way up. Pete grinned as he let his hand linger on the curve of her ass cheek even after the girl was back onto her two feet. He cupped the sweet half orb in his outstretched hand and gave it a wild little squeeze. “Tell me miss Granger, is that firm little butt of yours a gift from mother nature or do you have to work hard to make it look so… <em>delicious</em>?” He didn’t even wait for a response before he let his hand slip underneath the panties’ band and enjoyed the sensation of her smooth skin on his mauling paw. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's - Class room 3 - Mr. Mercer's class</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 14:25:12</strong>
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				Violet watched as he moved towards her, and then he locked the door, the key going into his pocket.&nbsp; She was trapped, his for the taking.&nbsp; Her pussy was getting wet with the thought even as her mind shrieked in protest and refusal.<br><br>She felt him behind her, his grabbing hands on her, helping her stand.&nbsp; She shuddered and gulped as he felt her arse, pawing her.&nbsp; "My bottom is mine thank you very much and I did not give you permission to touch" she told him, breaking way and slapping his hand away from her rear.<br><br>"Now please open the door" she asked, trying to remain calm and in control.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's - Class room 3 - Mr. Mercer's class</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 14:40:55</strong>
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				Pete’s eyes became darker as Violet slapped his hand away and quickly scampered back towards the front of the classroom.<br><br><strong> “<em>You did not give me permission to touch you?</em> You came into my classroom, under the silly pretense of being lost… then you showcase your tits and ass to me and even pretend to fall over so you can give me a better view… And then you act all indignant and bitchy when a guy just responds to your <em>fucking prickteasing</em>?”</strong><br><br>He stepped closer towards her again. <br><br><strong>“I’ve pretty much had it with your kind, miss Granger. Does it amuse you to get an old guy hard as a rock and then scamper off quickly, giggling like a silly schoolgirl? Do you get off on that shit? Well some of us don’t enjoy being played with like that…”</strong> <br><br>He had now bridged the distance between them again. He was quite a bit taller than her and looked down upon her as if she were a disobedient student instead of a fellow teacher.<br><br><strong>“I think you’re in as much need of a lesson or two as some of our students… perhaps even more so…”</strong> <br><br>He let his threat linger in the air for a bit… <em>then</em> his hands suddenly shot forward and clenched the fabric of her blouse. In one violent tug of either hand, he ripped the garment open. The buttons flew everywhere, one of them even hit Pete inn the middle of his forehead - though he was too otherwise preoccupied to care much. Both of his hands quickly went from the ruined blouse to her white brassiere. He felt up and massaged the two sweet orbs which were basically bursting out of miss Granger’s demi-cup. <br><br><strong>“Yes… I do think it’s time we taught you a long overdue lesson…”</strong> <br><br>One of his hands slipped to miss Violet’s back and he pulled her closer by the waist. Her breasts pressed into his torso as his hungry mouth searched for and found her soft lips. He roughly pressed his mouth up against hers and shared a messy, raw kiss with her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's - Class room 3 - Mr. Mercer's class</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 20:45:13</strong>
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				Violet stared at him open mouthed as he turned it all around to her.&nbsp; She hadn't lead him on, she wasn't teasing him.&nbsp; But he seemed to think she was, he had it all down to her.&nbsp; She felt really nervous, he was a horrible man, and his eyes seemed to just leer at her.<br><br>“You wait right there Mr Mercer, I am not one of these students, I did not come in here looking for you” she hissed at him, “I need no lesson....” before she could finish his hands moved so fast and he had her blouse ripped open, her breasts presented before him.&nbsp; <br><br>She gulped, “you cant do this” she protested, crossing her arms over him.&nbsp; But he pulled her into a fierce kiss and she cried out, trying to push him off her, fighting against him.&nbsp; This wasn't right, why was he doing this to her?&nbsp; But inside her body was igniting and she knew before long her resistance would be gone...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's - Class room 3 - Mr. Mercer's class</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 21:16:26</strong>
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				Pete’s raging hard-on was pressing against Violet’s thigh as his hands slipped down her back and disappeared underneath her tiny skirt. He hooked a thumb underneath her panties at either side of her hips and slid them off her firm buttocks. His paws eagerly grabbed the firm flesh of her hot little rump and one finger slipped in deeper to trace the length of her slit. He broke off his kiss and instead started drawing a trail of saliva down her neck, then her collarbone until he had his nose pressed in between the valley of her tits. He undid her bra and just flung it to the side. His breath was heavy and warm on her skin as his mouth sucked on her tender skin and slid towards her right nipple until he had his lips wrapped around the proud little knob. <br><br>He teased her nip with his teeth before letting go and simply tickling it further with his tongue. Finally he detached his mouth from her breast for a second. His finger had probed her further and he had now two digits into her moist vaginal entry already. <br><br><strong>“I can’t do this?”</strong> He grinned mockingly.<strong> “Just watch me, you little strumpet! I’ll shag the attitude right out of you! You’re not the first cocktease Old Pete has tamed!”</strong> <br><br>Pete pulled his fingers out of her wet snatch, but only because he needed both hands to spin her violently around. He parted her legs further by giving a little kick to the side of both of her feet and then roughly pushed miss Granger down onto the same desk he had fucked poor Melody on - only hours earlier. <em>Arrogant little brats needed to be fucked hard from behind…</em> His right hand rested on her upper back until he let it slide up her neck. His strong fingers disappeared into her wavy brown locks and he clenched a fistful of her hair. Pete shoved three more spit-lubed fingers into her snatch. Unlike poor Melody, miss Granger’s snatch showed the signs of regular use, which only turned him on even more.<br><br><strong> “You fucking little whore…&nbsp; you cockhungry slut… And still dare to deny you're just<em> asking</em> for it!”</strong> <br><br>Pete pulls his fingers back out of her tight yet very slick snatch after fingerfucking her cunt for a minute or so. He sniffs and samples her cunt juice until he cannot fight the urge to fuck her any longer. A mere five seconds later he has managed to undo his pants and pull his cock out of his boxers. Effortlessly he guides his throbbing, raging hard-on to her opening and slams it in as far as he can manage in one hard, deep thrust. <br><br><strong>“Now take my cock… you shameless prickteaser!” </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's - Class room 3 - Mr. Mercer's class</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 21:28:22</strong>
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				Violet was caught in a swirl of mixed emotions.&nbsp; The submissive in her was wanting this, wanted him to take her, to show her the Dominant he was.&nbsp; But the woman in her, the Domme was protesting.&nbsp; This was wrong, he shouldn't be able to do this to her.&nbsp; She tried to protest, to fight, but he was stronger, bigger and she knew he would take what he wanted.<br><br>She gasped as he turned her, her panties swiftly removed.&nbsp; She was face down on a desk, his hand in her hair, forcing her.&nbsp; He was about to rape her.<br><br>"You cant do this." She shouted, "this is rape, how dare you.&nbsp; I am a teacher not some student" she protested, struggling, but he was still in control and she felt him ram his hard dick into, his fingers had her so wet.&nbsp; She wanted this...but she didn't.&nbsp; It wasn't right, but it felt good.&nbsp; <br><br>"You cant do this, Pete, its not right" she tried to make him see reason, but she was fighting a loosing battle.&nbsp; her body wanted him, but she couldn't accept this.&nbsp; She was crying as he raped her, "don't, please" she begged him, "do you do this to the students?&nbsp; Do you rape them as well?" she wept, hating the fact her orgasm was building as he pounded her snatch.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's - Class room 3 - Mr. Mercer's class</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 21:56:30</strong>
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				Pete was feeling pretty pleased about himself. He was roughly pumping his hard rod in and out of miss Granger’s dripping wet snatch, enjoying the feel of her tight, wet trap and the moist sloshing noises their union was causing. If anything, her non-stop protests only got him further aroused. His cock was twitching with pleasure, but he knew he could last a lot longer in this cunt than in Melody’s vice-like, torturous grip. Eventually he answered some of her please.<br><br><strong>“Not right? It feels pretty…mmmmmm… damn<em> right</em> to me, you tramp!”</strong> <br><br>Pete shook her head from side to side as his fist was still tangled up into her long hair. Miss Granger's glasses fell off her head and onto his desk and the clattering sound her spectacles made when they impacted with the desk surface only made him fuck her harder. He was now slamming his cock into her tight trap at a frantic rate, his balls slapping hard into her with each rough thrust. He loosened the hold of his hand on her hair and instead slid both of his mauls to her waist. He locked her hips in a vice-like grip in between his hands and he started circling his hips as he corked his rod deep into her and then retracted his throbbing member just as fast. He fucked her ragged like that for a few minutes until his grasp of her hips loosened and he lifted her torso half off the desk. His hands now cupped her tits and he roughly pulled on her nipples as he breathed erratically into her ear. <br><br><strong>“You fucking whore… you call this<em> rape</em>… when you’re moaning like a bitch in heat…”</strong> <br><br>He squeezed her chest roughly until he yielded the pained reaction he was hoping for and then allowed his left hand to release her tortured tit long enough to slide down to her belly and then around to her taut ass. He pulled out completely for a few seconds, just long enough to land a few hard spanks on her sweet ass. <br><br><strong>“You thought the fact that you’re a teacher here meant that your fucking ass wasn’t mine?”</strong> <br><br>He slammed his cock all the way up her again and wrapped his left arm around her waist. His mouth was resting on her back, he was smearing her sweaty skin with his saliva and he trapped a bit of her skin in between his teeth and bit down just hard enough to let her feel it. Her reaction caused another stir in his balls and just half dozen more thrust into her tight wet hole, he felt himself spewing his third load of the day… <br><br><strong>“Take my<em> fucking cum</em>… aaah yes… ooh fuck miss Granger… That feels sooo fucking good…” </strong><br><br>Hi legs were bucking wildly up against her frame as he emptied his balls inside of her and then he simply let go of her slender frame. He felt her weight drop down onto the desk as he pulled out of her and staggered back a few steps. Pete remained panting – with his pants still at his ankles – in the middle of his classroom. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's - Class room 3 - Mr. Mercer's class</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 23:36:26</strong>
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				When he started hammering into her, his hands mauling her, she was not moaning, she was crying out, trying to get away from him.&nbsp; But he had her pinned down, he had her trapped.<br><br>“Get off me you fucking pervert” she screamed, “I did not ask you to do this” she said, kicking back at him.&nbsp; When he finally came she was disgusted when she orgasmed herself.&nbsp; She whimpered as the waves hit her.&nbsp; Fuckfuckfuckfuck...<br><br>Her arse was stinging from the slaps, her tits sore form his grubby mauling hands and her head spinning from the strength of her own cum.&nbsp; She hated him.&nbsp; When he came himself and pulled out, stepping back she took a breath. Standing up and turning to him, her eyes blazing.<br><br>She moved quickly and slapped him hard around the face, “you fucking pervert, if you ever lay your hands on me again I will have you done for sexual harassment.” she told him, “I am going to report you to the Head.&nbsp; You aren't safe to be let around the girls, god you would probably rape them without a thought and I will not let that happen” she told him, her eyes hard, dangerous.<br><br>The only problem was her body was still twitching, she hated him, she hated him so much but her body loved what he had done.&nbsp; She would never let him touch her again...but she had a feeling of he did there would be two battle fronts.<br><br>“You keep away from me and the girls, if I find you have touched any of them I'll come after you and cut your pervert cock off” she sneered at him, standing before him livid and so damn sexy..
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's - Class room 3 - Mr. Mercer's class</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 00:03:46</strong>
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				Pete couldn’t help but laugh as she stood in front of him, still half naked, her breasts swaying wildly as she angrily gesticulated at him whilst giving him an earful. She was even more gorgeous now than she had been moments before. He rubbed his stinging cheek and just then his hand shot out towards her. His fingers wrapped themselves around her elegant neck. He did not apply enough pressure to hamper her breathing, but his grasp was easily strong enough to keep her in place. He pulled her panting figure closer to his own frame and stared into her eyes.<br><strong><br>“You’re going to report me for what exactly? You just came like hurricane on my cock… And now you’re going to cry rape? As for the students, it’s my job to mold them… as much as it is yours. So if you want to make a fool of yourself in front of the headmaster, you go right ahead.” </strong><br><br>His left hand ran up her thigh, across the curve of her ass and then in the small of her back. The musky scent of her sweat tingled in his nostrils and he pulled her up against him so that his slick and messy cock was pressed up against her body. <br><br><strong>“Face the truth Violet, you’re just a cockhungry whore who will ride any hard dick to get herself off. That’s why you came in here this afternoon. Don’t give me this childish bullshit for giving you <em>exactly</em> what you wanted.” </strong><br><br>His finger traced the edge of her jaw and he cupped her chin in his hand and gave her another kiss. <br><br><strong>“<em>Fuck</em> you’re gorgeous…”</strong> <br><br>He then pushed her down to her knees and thrust his cock forward so it pressed up against her lips. <br><br><strong>“But gorgeous isn’t going to clean off my dick. So get working with that tongue of yours. It’s your mess, so you fix it now!”</strong><br><br>Miss Granger wasn’t eager to open her mouth so he ran his half-hard rod across the width of her sweet lips a few times, smearing her mouth in a mixture of their liquids. He felt light-headed and realized he was probably pushing it a bit at his age by going through young women at such a pace <em>in a single day</em>… But what’s the point of living if you can’t do the things that make you feel alive any longer? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's - Class room 3 - Mr. Mercer's class</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 00:13:24</strong>
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				“You are the worst type of man I know” she hissed, his hand around her throat.&nbsp; “You think you;re above the law, but you arent.” she felt her heart pounding faster, but she was not about to let him treat her in such a way.<br><br>She hated men like him, they thought it was their right to have women like her fawn over them, do anything they demanded, but she was not about to let him do this here.&nbsp; She was not afraid of him, she would go to the Head.&nbsp; This old prick didn't scare her!!<br><br>“I was lost and I was looking for help, not you you perverted old fool” she struggled as he forced her to her knees.&nbsp; She laughed at him, “I am not going to suck your cock” she then clamped her mouth shut.&nbsp; She was not about to do that, she hated him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's - Class room 3 - Mr. Mercer's class</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 00:38:43</strong>
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				Pete's eyes went dark.<br><br><strong> "Oh, you're not going to suck my cock? We'll see about that you little bitch!"</strong> <br><br>His hand roughly grabbed her by the hair and he gave her locks a violent tug that stung like hell on her scalp. At the same time, his other hand slipped off her neck and violently twisted and turned her nipple. As her mouth opened wide to scream, Pete poked his cock forward, aiming at her opened maw. With his cock inside her mouth, his hands returned to her neck and jaw as he forced her to keep it open wide as he slid his semi-hard, nasty member across her pink tongue until his knob reached the tightness of her throat. <br><br><strong>"Now lick my fucking cock clean you bitch, or I'll throat fuck you until I spew another load." </strong><br><br>Pete threw his head back as he enjoyed the sensation of her warm mouth and her teasing little tongue on his prick. Oh he'd enjoy miss Granger's company this year. It's always nice to have a helpful colleague... He always had a soft spot for the feisty ones, and Violet was especially strong-willed and a teacher to boot. Just the thought of all the opportunities he'd get at porking her holes in all sorts of humiliating situations was enough for him to feel his cock hardening again in her mouth. After a while inside the pleasant warmth of her wet maw, he pulled out again. She had managed to restore his prick to its earlier, proud condition. <br><br><strong>“<em>Oooh miss Granger…</em> you’re such a filthy tramp… you got it ready for action again…”</strong> <br><br>He bent forward whilst his hand still lingered in her hair. <br><br><strong>“I could fuck that sweet little cunt of yours again… or I could try and squeeze it into your nasty little crapper… But if you want this to be over with more quickly… Then I suggest you start sucking my balls and stroking my prick! Your choice…”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's - Class room 3 - Mr. Mercer's class</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 00:49:56</strong>
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				Violet gasped as he hurt her.&nbsp; She opened her mouth to scream as pain rushed through her and she was sucking his disgusting cock.&nbsp; She wanted to bite him, to sink her teeth into him, but there was something about him that scared her.&nbsp; She had a feeling he would enjoy hurting her and humiliating her.&nbsp; She didn't put much effort into sucking him though, she hated the way he tasted, she hated old men.&nbsp; He reminded her exactly why.<br><br>Feeling him grow hard again made her feel sick.&nbsp; She closed her eyes, she felt so very used and abused.&nbsp; How dare he do this to her?&nbsp; She would get her revenge, she would watch him, she would make him pay.<br><br>“I will not suck your balls.&nbsp; You are the most disgusting man I have ever met, I do NOT want you to fuck me ever again, you better not even come near me” she hissed, but there was a hint of fear in her eyes.&nbsp; She didn't trust him...she had a feeling he wouldn't hesitate to really, really hurt her....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's - Class room 3 - Mr. Mercer's class</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 01:11:21</strong>
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				Pete seemed genuinely surprised at her refusal. Until his surprise shifted to anger and then amusement almost within the blink of an eye. He pulled her up by the hair again and lead her to the other side of the room until her back was up against the wall. He moved his head closer to hers until his face hovered above hers, his breath hot on her skin. <br><br><strong>“So you don’t want this to be over with quickly then, eh? That suits me just fine, you whore. I don’t mind another round with your sweet, tight cunt!” </strong><br><br>His hands disappeared underneath her body and he lifted her off the ground by the buttocks. He raised her torso up, using the wall as extra support and guided his hard rod back towards her still soaking wet passage. He groaned loudly as he reinvaded the pleasant warmth of her cunt and twisted her legs behind him so they were wrapped around his waist. After that he quietly started thrusting up into her, her weight resting on his cock, his arm and the wall, whilst his other hand kept her left leg in place, wrapped around his waist. He locked eyes with her and made sure that his mind could devour every shred of emotion he read in her eyes. <em>Fear, arousal, pain, pleasure, lust, …</em> <br><br>His thrusts were more patient than before, but also more forceful, as if he wanted to make sure she felt the full length and girth of his rod as it impaled her. <em>Again and again</em>. Her back was thrust up against the wall with every poke and his breathing soon became erratic again, having not yet recovered from round one. <br><br><strong>“That’s it you little bitch… That’s a good little slut… <em>aaah fuck…</em> miss Granger… I love fucking that tight little snatch… I think I’m going to make a habit of it…”</strong> <br><br>At that moment, Pete wasn’t sure what was going to happen to him first: passing out, or emptying his balls again deep inside of that tramp Violet, or his legs just refusing to carry him and her weight any longer? Eventually a low growl escaped his throat as he felt the nauseating tension in his balls being relieved for the third time that afternoon. Pete was surprised at the sheer volume his cock was spewing up her hole, so quickly after his first load. When he had drained his balls again, his arm just refused all service and her weight slipped off his limb. Miss Granger fell onto her bum for the second time that afternoon, only this time her cunt was oozing his jizz. Pete staggered back to his chair, black spots dancing in front of his eyes. He just managed to fish the key out of his shirt pocket and throw it on the ground in front of miss Granger.<br><br><strong>“Here… you can let yourself out…”</strong> <br><br>After that he just slumped back into his chair and closed his eyes…
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's - Class room 3 - Mr. Mercer's class</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 18:11:31</strong>
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				He took her again.&nbsp; He used her and then when he was finished he let her fall, tossing her aside like a used rag.&nbsp; And she hated him even more.&nbsp; She sat there for few minutes, before she stood and then grabbed the key.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'll make sure you pay for this, you bastard" she hissed, grabbed her bag,&nbsp; then walked to the door, unlocking it and walking out.&nbsp; She would report him to the Head, what he done was not right.<br><br>She walked down the corridor, trying to get herself back under control, but she felt dirty, used but also sated.&nbsp; She hated him, she would make sure to keep away from him.&nbsp; She had to find her room, and then go and see the Head.&nbsp; This was not going to be forgotten.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's - Class room 3 - Mr. Mercer's class</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 18:47:04</strong>
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				Pete looked up just in time to see her slam the door shut. Goo was still dripping from her cunt even as she left his classroom half-naked. He smiled as he enjoyed the lingering feeling of her tight cunt on his cock. His heart was still pounding like mad, but at least the floating, light feeling in his head had all but gone away. He looked around and saw the mess they had made. Several desks had been knocked over, and a messy trail ran from where he had dropped miss Granger to the classroom door. Not to mention the fruit of their earlier labor that had splattered all over his desk. Pete forced himself to get back onto his feet. Even though he felt very justified in his actions of that afternoon, he still did not want any of his superiors to see his classroom in this state. He pulled up his boxers and pants again and left for the small storage room next to his adjoining office. He returned with a mop and bucket and started to clean up their mess, picking up the knocked over desks as he went along. <br><br>Marlena was roaming through the largely empty building. She had arrived at her dorm room earlier that day, but hadn’t dare enter. She had heard two voices coming from inside and based on what she could make out, they weren’t playing scrabble. Instead of disturbing whoever was inside – <em>was it her roommate with her boyfriend having one last shag? </em>– she had left her luggage at the door and decided to go off exploring the campus instead. She had entered one of the larger buildings not too far away from the dormitory. At first she had believed it to be completely deserted, but she had been proven wrong when a half-naked – and quite pissed off- dark-haired woman suddenly passed her in the hallway. Whatever her story was, she seemed too otherwise preoccupied to devote much attention to Marlena. Marlena’s cheeks turned red when she considered what<em> she thought to have seen</em> on the woman’s thighs… Was that creamy white goo really a man’s cum? Just what kind of school was this?<br><br>Marlena’s original intention had been to find her home room – so she wouldn’t waste any time finding it the next morning. But whatever naming system they used didn’t make any sense. Wherever she looked, there was no room ‘B303’. Suddenly she heard a noise coming from one of the classrooms. She noticed the sign that said <em>“Physics class”</em> on the door and knocked on the wooden door. Asking directions never could hurt…<br><br>Pete nearly knocked over his bucket when a hesitant series of knocks broke him out of his reverie and brought him back to earth. He had just been thinking about what it would be like next time he saw miss Granger. Who could it be? Perhaps the headmaster making one last round before the big day? He checked the room and decided it was presentable again and then opened the door. His breath was caught in his throat for a second when he stared into the <em>shy-yet-slightly-mischievous</em> blue eyes of a sexy little blonde. The luscious, full lips of her cherry-lipsticked mouth was slightly open and she gave him a coy smile. It actually took him a second or two to recover from the surprise, but then he cleared his throat and asked, <strong>“Yes? What can I do for you miss?” </strong>His eyes went over her tight little body and his heart was pounding slightly faster again. Was someone playing a sick game with him? One cock-teasing brat after another threw her slutty cunt at him… <em>Well if that was her game, she would have to wait until later…</em> Pete was spent… And this time, not even the rebellious soldier in his pants had the courage to muster a one-man rebellion. <br><br>Marlena was actually surprised someone opened the door, even though she had clearly heard someone rummaging inside the classroom. An older, balding and graying man with a fairly unkept mustache opened the door. The way he looked at her – like she was a piece of meat – made her feel slightly uncomfortable, but she tried to ignore it and instead stammered through her explanation.<strong> “Hello sir… I…uh… I am Marlena McCoy. I’m a new student here… and I… and I decided to go and find my home room for tomorrow… but I’m afraid I’m a bit lost…It’s room ‘B303’. Could you perhaps point me in the right direction?” </strong>She felt his eyes nearly burn a hole through her body and she turned her gaze downward.<br><br>Pete smiled mockingly. He made mental note of her name. <em>Marlena McCoy</em>. Just because he was going to throw this juicy catch back today didn’t mean he wasn’t going to reel her in later on.<strong> “Class only starts tomorrow, so you really shouldn’t be in here miss. However… I guess it can be our little secret.”</strong> He winked at her.<strong> “Room B303 is a little further down the hall, to your left.” </strong>As he explained the way to her, his hand grabbed her upper arm and turned her towards the right direction. Then his other hand smacked her on her rump hard enough to send her staggering forward a few steps. <strong>“You be on your way now.” </strong>He gave her a dirty grin and then turned back inside his classroom. <br><br>Marlena yelped in surprise when the old pervert just smacked her behind! He did it hard too! She rubbed her sore rear end and caught his dirty grin as the bastard closed his classroom door again. <strong>“What a fucking creep!” </strong>She could just about make out his laughter - apparently his inappropriate behavior was a great source of amusement to him. Rubbing her scandalized little backside, Marlena made her way further down the corridor… <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's - Class room 3 - Mr. Mercer's class</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 14:05:59</strong>
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				Pete Mercer quietly appraised each and every one of his students as they nervously scampered into his classroom. All of them were early, most of them even by quite some margin. A few had even been waiting by the door before he even arrived. He grinned when he realized that his reputation had preceded him. Perhaps that little tramp Melody hadn’t been able to keep her slutty little mouth shut? He would have to talk to her about that… A hard-on twitched in his pants as the young women filled all the empty desks in front of him. <br><br>Even by Saint-Catherine’s standards, this was an especially attractive crop. Pete’s attention was especially drawn to a tallish, dark-haired girl sitting at the front of the class. A diagram on the whiteboard had indicated the students places according to their names. Mercer checked his own copy on the desk in front of him to find out her name. Kimberly Bishop… She would be a good candidate to start with…. <br><br>A few seconds later, miss Du Pain entered the class herself, looking especially pleased with herself. Had she known then just what Pete had in mind, she would have been anything but. He smiled at her, keeping his expression neutral instead of sinister and approached. <br><br><strong>“Aaah, miss Du Pain. I’m glad you could join us. I was beginning to fear you might have had second thoughts about working together with me… I know we might have gotten off on the wrong foot a bit…”</strong><br><br>As he was standing closer to her, he imaged that he could feel the heat radiating from her body and hitting his skin. Had they been alone, he would have lost all self-control and just pushed her over his desk, but he knew he needed to hold back for just a bit longer. His victory would be even sweeter… <br><br><strong>“Are you ready to start with our demonstration?”</strong> He casually inquired. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's - Class room 3 - Mr. Mercer's class</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 22:24:39</strong>
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				Kimberly took her seat in one of the desks, she was assigned a seat towards the front.&nbsp; She new that wasn't a good sign, she new Mercer's reputation.&nbsp; Had made it her reputation to know all the teachers in her first year here.&nbsp; Mr. Mercer usually put his 'favorites' towards the front of the class.&nbsp; He would use her for his personal demonstrations, draw attention to ther during the regular portion of his class, and then as the class came to an end, he would casually release the class, and tell her that he wanted to see her before she left.&nbsp; Kimberly sighed, looking up at her teacher, her look telling him that she was unimpressed by him.&nbsp; With Mercer, it didn't really matter if you behaved or not.&nbsp; He would go at you just because he felt like.<br><br>Kimberly twirled a pen between her finger, as she waited for the class to begin.&nbsp; She wondered how many of the other studen't in the class, we're part of the special program, though Mercer walked such a line that if you weren't in the program before, you would be, before too long.&nbsp; <br><br>The door opened, and another teacher came in.&nbsp; A miss Du Pain, from the sounds of it.&nbsp; Kimberly, would have her class later in the week.&nbsp; She narrowed her eye's, slightly when he mentioned that they would be working together in this.&nbsp; <br><br>"Did you know that they would be teaching the class together today?" one of the girls behind her asked in a whisper to her her neighbor.<br><br>"No, I wonder whats going on," the other student replied. <br><br>Whatever it was, Kimberly doubted it would be anything good.&nbsp; When teachers at Saint Catherine's got together for anything, it usually wasn't a good thing for the students.&nbsp; Bad enough, when there was just one in the room most of the time.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's - Class room 3 - Mr. Mercer's class</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 12:56:03</strong>
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				Paris arrived just a couple of minutes late for the start of Pete Mercer's class. In truth she had been ready for some time now, but had hung around in the ladies toilet nearby until she could be fashionably just a little late. After all it wouldn't do to let the uncouth American know that she was pleased and excited to be given this chance to work alongside him. That pleasure and excitement manifested itself as always for Mademoiselle Du Pain in a sexual nature. Her thick nipples were hardened and a warm glow suffused her crotch. As always she was dressed to impress, braless with a thin, short sleeved white cotton shirt unbuttoned to reveal some cleavage. A matching white skirt reached to her knees, under which she wore her usual stockings, garter belt and tiny lace thong. She had pulled her long black hair back today, fixing it into a coiled bun. The more severe look she believed gave her a more authoritarian look.<br><br><strong>“Aaah, miss Du Pain. I’m glad you could join us."</strong> Dr Mercer greeted her when her enthusiasm got the better of her and she made her entrance earlier than she had originally planned. <strong>"I was beginning to fear you might have had second thoughts about working together with me… I know we might have gotten off on the wrong foot a bit…”</strong><br><br><strong>"Mais non, mon amis."</strong> Paris answered, giving Pete a shiteating smile that a politician would be proud of.<strong> "I have been looking forward too it."</strong><br><br>Miss Du Pain swivelled her eyes to look at the class as she spoke. There were some sweet fresh faces behind their desks with perfectly heavenly bodies. Paris almost felt sorry for them and wondered what Mercer had planned for the little sluts.<br><br><strong>“Are you ready to start with our demonstration?”</strong> Dr Mercer asked.<br><br><strong>"Demonstration?"</strong> Paris replied, a little puzzled. <strong>"But of course."</strong><br><br>The thought suddenly occurred to Paris that in her excitement she had forgotton to ask Pete exactly what he intended. She had nothing prepared for the class, seeing it more as an opportunity to meet the new girls and if possible embarrass Pete in front of them to enhance her own standing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's - Class room 3 - Mr. Mercer's class</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 16:58:37</strong>
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				It was Pete’s turn to grin when miss Du Pain agreed to his demonstration without so much as inquiring first what it was. He hadn’t anticipated she would make it quite that easy on him. He briefly turned towards the class and addressed them, making sure to make direct eye-contact with Kimberly as he did.<br><br><strong>“Good morning ladies… I am dr. Pete Mercer. I will be trying to teach you the elegant beauty of physics… But that is not my sole responsibility. Some of you might have figured out already that Saint Catherine’s is a quite unique institution. We are not merely content in instructing our pupils academically. We take proud in the fact that each and every young lady that leaves this fine institution is a well-rounded, complete woman of the world. Not some naïve girl who just has some booksmarts.&nbsp; Therefore each teacher is also in charge of another, alternative curriculum… On that might not show up on your report card, but is every bit as important. If&nbsp; not more so…” </strong><br><br>He pointed at Du Pain. <br><strong><br>“Now miss Du Pain has been kind enough to agree at assisting me in a small demonstration of what will be expected of you. Of course, I do not expect you to master miss Du Pain’s expertise right away… Rather, this demonstration is to give you some idea of the level of excellence you should aspire to by the time you leave Saint Catherine’s…”</strong><br><br>He turned back towards Du Pain and started unbuttoning his pants in a matter of fact way. Gasps of surprise and shock went through the classroom… as they did every year upon the first time he exposed himself in front of the little tarts. His already rock-hard member eagerly sprung free from the trap of his trousers. The throbbing cock was proudly erect as he addressed Du Pain again.<br><br><strong>“Now then miss Du Pain… How about you put that mouth of yours to good use and start sucking my <em>fucking</em> cock?” </strong><br><br>His hand flashed forward and he grabbed her by the hair, then pushed her down to her knees by applying pressure on her shoulder with his free hand. He quite literally pushed his crotched into her face and rubbed his rigid length over her lips, waiting until the little French tart would allow him entry into her warm, wet maw.<br><br><strong> “We don’t have all fucking day, miss Du Pain…”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's - Class room 3 - Mr. Mercer's class</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 17:53:18</strong>
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				Kimberly was surprised by how quickly Mr. Mercer had gotten around to this.&nbsp; He was absolutely sickening and she couldn't' believe Miss Du Pain would take that kind of treatment from him.&nbsp; Kimberly didn't like the way that he looked at her.<br><br>The other members of the class looked on in surprise, obviously they hadn't known anything about was going on here.&nbsp; What surprised Kimberly most however, was that he was doing this so out in the open.&nbsp; Teachers generally waited till the last 15 or 20 minutes of class, release the rest of the class keeping only those in the special program for their class.&nbsp; What the hell was he playing at.<br><br>It took a few moments before the the rest of the class realized what was going, and then a mass exodus to the door, Kimberly stayed where she was, guessing that Mr. Mercer had locked the door to keep them all inside.&nbsp; This was not her first dance.&nbsp; She'd already been through a year here, had been part of the special program from the very beginning
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's - Class room 3 - Mr. Mercer's class</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 21:58:53</strong>
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				Pete began by giving the class a short speech about Saint Catherine's which Paris hardly listened to. Instead she studied the girl's reactions as she nodded in apparent agreement to Pete's words.<br><br><strong>“Now miss Du Pain has been kind enough to agree at assisting me in a small demonstration of what will be expected of you.</strong> Dr Mercer's words caught Paris by surprise and her mouth fell open in shock. <strong>"Of course, I do not expect you to master miss Du Pain’s expertise right away… Rather, this demonstration is to give you some idea of the level of excellence you should aspire to by the time you leave Saint Catherine’s…”</strong><br><br>Du Pain turned to stare at Dr Mercer and froze in disbelief as the teacher calmly began unbuttoning his flies and proceeded to pull his rigid cock out of his pants. Paris's gasp of shock at the sight of his well endowed appendage was echoed by those of the students.<br><br><strong>“Now then miss Du Pain… How about you put that mouth of yours to good use and start sucking my fucking cock?”</strong><br><br>Paris suddenly found herself seized by the older teacher, unable to react at all such was her confusion. Pete's brawny fist grasped her shoulder and easily forced her to her knees as his other hand got a firm grip of her hair. This last outrage to her neatly coiled hairdo made her wake up at last. Her hands gripped Dr Mercer's hips in a futile attempt to push herself away from the man. Her mouth opened as she sought the words to voice her disgust and outrage, an act that with hindsight was definitely unwise.<br><br><strong>“We don’t have all fucking day, miss Du Pain…”</strong><br><br>Dr Mercer's hips thrust forward sharply and unable to move her head under his strong grip Paris's open mouth was an easy target.<br><br><strong>"Doctor Mercer, I mmmph mngghh...."</strong><br><br>Du Pain's objections to Pete's actions were effectively silenced as his thick cock filled her mouth and her words ended in a muffled gagging as he jammed his penis straight to the back of her throat. Her little fists beat a unheeded tattoo on his hips as her eyes watered as she gagged on the horrible fat shaft. Paris tried to calm herself desperately and let her training take over, relaxing her throat and jaw to accommodate the vile ramrod forcing itself against her gullet. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's - Class room 3 - Mr. Mercer's class</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 23:01:22</strong>
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				The girls sitting on the first few rows could hear Pete actually sighing a breath of genuine relief as his hard rod slid accross Du Pain’s tongue and forced its way down her throat. <br><br><strong>“Aaah… that’s it… It was about time I shut you up…” </strong><br><br>He ignored her hammering little fists and instead moved both of his hands to her head now. He applied pressure to the back of it with his right hand and used his left hand to better position her neck. He thrust his hard rod further still and felt his balls pressing up against miss Du Pain’s chin now. He was breathing heavily but composed himself and calmly started explaining to the shocked classroom. <br><br><strong>“Now… as you can see… miss Du Pain is a well-trained little tramp… It only took me two thrusts for her to fit all of my length inside her slutty mouth. And she barely gagged at all. I assure you that it will take you a lot of time and practice to match her skill level, if you ever manage it at all… But do not worry… I am a very patient teacher.”</strong><br><br>&nbsp;His hand kept on applying pressure to the back of Paris’ head, forcing her to keep all of his length down her gullet. His other hand did slip down her neck and found the top button of her blouse. He just tugged violently on it, and then the next one and released her heaving chest from its tight confines. His hand roughly started fondling her tits, going from one to the other, pawing it, palming it, pulling on her nipples. <br><br><strong>“Look closely girls. A good slut will learn how to use all of her body to please her man… Just because you are performing oral does not mean you should not make an effort to put the rest of your body to good use.”</strong><br><br>He pulled roughly on her left nipple and let go of her head just enough to allow her to force half of his length out.<br><br>“Now then miss Du Pain, time for you to get to work. I’m not just going to give you my hot, sticky load, you’ll have to earn it!” <br><br>He briefly let go of her tits and used his free hand to push his trousers and boxers further down his legs. He turned his attention to Kimberly and barked an order at her. <br><br><strong>“You there… Get up from your desk and kneel behind me… And don’t make me repeat myself. You know better than to disobey a teacher.”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's - Class room 3 - Mr. Mercer's class</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 06:19:09</strong>
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				Peter Mercer, really was a piece of work, Kimberly really did feel sorry for Miss Du Pain, it seemed she had been taken by surprise by Mercer.&nbsp; She was trying to push away, but he was strong for an old goat.&nbsp; Undoubtedly he kept him self in shape for this sort of thing.&nbsp; It really was sick to see his cock all the way in the mouth.&nbsp; She really did loathe Mr. Mercer, even though she had not been a victim of his to date.&nbsp; It seemed that was about to change however, as Mercer turned to look at her.<br><br>Kimberly stood, slowly not about to let him get away with this unscathed.&nbsp; In her clenched hand held a big black sharpie hidden behind her wrist.&nbsp; If he had plans, to have her kiss his ass or something like that, he was going to have another thing coming to him.&nbsp; Slowly, playing the innocent role she approached him.&nbsp; It wasn't much of an act, granted.&nbsp; The thought of getting so close behind him made her skin crawl.<br><br>When she got close enough, she looked into his eyes glaring at him. <strong> "You better be careful messing with me you pervert,"</strong> Kimberly said in a low voice, <strong>"otherwise you might find that you've bitten off more off more than you can chew."</strong><br><br>She smiled at him, and slowly dropped to her knees, ready to give him a nice little enema with the marker still hidden in her hand.&nbsp; She looked completely natural, even relaxed as she waited for him to give her, his next command.&nbsp; Ready to strike like a cobra at an exposed target.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's - Class room 3 - Mr. Mercer's class</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 07:17:37</strong>
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				Paris was vaguely aware of Dr Mercer speaking, though whether it was to her or the girls in the class she was not certain. It was taking all her concentration to prevent herself from being choked by the salty shaft being forced down her throat. With her training of fellatio she was able to relax herself enough so that the bulbous tip of Mercer's cock could press forward into the constricting passage of her throat. She summoned the will to calm herself and breathe through her nose as Pete's large hand against the back of her head prevented her from pulling away. Strangely the thought that upset the Frenchwoman the most was that his mauling fingers were messing her carefully arranged hair.<br><br>She felt wiry hair prickle her chin as Pete's huge hairy balls slapped her soft skin. A moment later she felt his free hand tugging at her blouse roughly and felt the buttons give and fly off her expensive designer top. Hard rough fingers groped at her exposed breasts, mauling them savagely and pinching and pulling at her erect nipples painfully. She moaned around the fat plug of manflesh as her left nipple was crushed between his fingers and mercilessly twisted. Abruptly Mercer withdrew his cock by half it's length, the tip pulling free from her throat and back into her mouth allowing her to widen her jaw and take a gasping breath through the narrow gap between his cock and the battered walls of her mouth.<br><br><strong>“Now then miss Du Pain, time for you to get to work. I’m not just going to give you my hot, sticky load, you’ll have to earn it!”</strong><br><br>Knowing that her only release would come when the Doctor had succeeded in blowing his load, Paris's cheeks hollowed as she sucked at the vile cock with all the acquired skill from the Sorbonne. Her tongue attacked his glans, probing and rimming the man's urethra in an attempt to make him come as rapidly as she was able. Her hands stopped their useless battle to push herself off and reached for his swollen ballsack, squeezing and fondling the gross globes to increase his pleasure.<br><br><strong>“You there… Get up from your desk and kneel behind me… And don’t make me repeat myself. You know better than to disobey a teacher.”</strong><br><br>Now that she had regained some composure and allowed her training to take over Paris was more aware of what Pete was saying. Though she could see nothing except from the hairy, bulging belly of the teacher she knew that a student was being called forward. She hoped that his attention would be diverted and that she might get some respite from his assault. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's - Class room 3 - Mr. Mercer's class</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 08:47:26</strong>
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				A long deep growl escaped Pete’s throat as Paris started going to work on his cock. The way her delicate little French tongue was teasing his knob made his toes curl up in pleasure.<br><strong><br>“Fuck yes… you fucking French whore… Suck that cock…” </strong><br><br>His breathing became increasingly erratic as the dark head of hair below him was bobbing up and down on his cock. He threw his head back as he suddenly felt Du Pain’s hands on his balls.<br><br><strong>“That’s it…”</strong> He patted her on the head. <strong>“Keep it going miss Du Pain… Just don’t rush it… I want to enjoy your slutty mouth for as long as possible…”</strong><br><br>His twitching member would have trembled from pleasure if it wasn’t so damn hard. He had all but forgotten about the order he barked at Kimberly until he was suddenly aware of her warm breath on his skin. He could not see her sitting from his current position, but he ordered her anyway.<br><strong><br>“Kimberly… Why don’t you assist miss Du Pain? No reason why your teacher should do all the work. Take your slutty little tongue and lick my little shithole. You’ll be doing miss Du Pain a favor, since nothing makes my cock explode more quickly than that.”</strong> <br><br>He grinned wickedly as he waited for her to comply and then returned his attention to the cock-sucking Frenchwoman in front of him. He suddenly gripped either side of her head again and plunged his cock forward. He kept his cock deep down her gullet again, and this time he wasn’t going to give up so easily.<br><strong><br>“Kimberly, I do believe miss Du Pain and I are waiting for you to start…”</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's - Class room 3 - Mr. Mercer's class</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>26-11-2010, 06:45:58</strong>
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				What a disgusting suggestion, her lick his ass, that was absolutely the most absurd thing she had ever heard of.&nbsp; Clenching down on the the sharpie she kept her eyes on Mercer.&nbsp; He wasn't looking at her, most of his attention was on Miss Du Pain.&nbsp; She was going to thoroughly enjoy this, and with any luck he wouldn't<br><br><strong>Why, of course sir, it would be my pleasure,"</strong> Kimberly said her voice sweet.&nbsp; <strong>I hope you enjoy this as much as I do.</strong><br><br>With her heart raceing she lifted sharpie marker and without hesitating, pushed the marker into his ass.&nbsp; Kimberly rose to her feet as quickly as she could, knowing that she would pay for her insolence, but after the previous night with the girl Lily, she'd had just about enough of pushy teacher.<br><br>Kimberly laughed and she heard the gasp behind her from the other students.&nbsp; <strong>"I must say sir, that the look suit you.&nbsp; Now you have a tail in front, and in back.</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's - Class room 3 - Mr. Mercer's class</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>26-11-2010, 08:37:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Pete Mercer screamed in horror as the girl pushed the writing utensil up his asshole. He pushed miss Du Pain’s face of his cock and reached around his back. He slowly pulled the marker out of his shithole and tried to ignore the stinging pain as he did so. <br><br><strong>“You insolent little bitch! Just who do you think you’re dealing with here?”</strong><br><br>He paced towards Kimberly with his pants still dropped to his ankles and roughly grabbed her by the neck. He backhanded her – hard – on either cheek.<br><br><strong>“Fuck, you little bitches become more shameless every year. When I just started out here, the girls still knew the meaning of the word respect. Nowadays we literally have to pound it into you…” </strong><br><br>He grabbed her by the hair and tugged her along behind him to his desk He pushed her frame down onto the wooden surface so that she ended up with her back resting on the desk. His hands ran up her legs and thighs until they reached her panties. He just ripped them off, not caring at all how much it would hurt her. <br><br><strong>“Miss Du Pain, if you would please assist me? I’m sure you’ll agree that this young lady needs to be taught a long overdue lesson in respect for her teachers!”</strong> <br><br>He lifted up the girl's legs and put her ankles on his shoulders.<br><br><strong>“Keep the little bitch down by her shoulders.”</strong><br><br>He instructed miss Du Pain. Then, taking his cock which was still slick from Paris’ oral ministrations, he roughly sought and found Kimberly soft folds and just plunged his raging hard-on as deep down her little cunt as he could manage in one thrust. <br><br><strong>“Take my cock you little tramp! I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk straight for a fucking week!”</strong><br><br>He put his words into action as his hips started slamming into her almost immediately. He settled into a brutal rhythm, his balls slamming into her upper thighs as he held and gently nibbled on her ankles. She wasn’t quite as tight as Melody had been. Obviously this little bitch had more experience, but he would make sure she felt him good and long…
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's - Class room 3 - Mr. Mercer's class</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 00:58:23</strong>
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				Kimberly knew that that she had really pissed off Peter Mercer with the marker in his ass, as he turned around and with speed she wouldn't have thought possible for such an old man grabbed her by the neck, and backhanded her hard on both cheeks.&nbsp; She managed to glare at him, but beyond that was unable to protest as he cursed at her, and manhandled her over to his desk and she found herself on her back as his hands assaulted ripping off her panties.&nbsp; Good god that hurt, her eyes teared up ever so slightly but she fought back the tears<br><br>When he spoke to Miss Du Pain, Kimberly wondered what she would do.&nbsp; She had save the teacher from his assault, would she take that into account and help her, or simply say that she had broken rules and deserved punishment?&nbsp; <br><br>She was so off balance that she wasn't able to do anything to fight back until he hand lifted her legs over his shoulder and began pounding her hard and rough.&nbsp; She let out of scream of pain.&nbsp; Fuck she hated this old pervert.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>Ooowwww, stop you fucking pervert,"</strong> Kimberly shrieked as she shifted her leverage trying to adjust her ankles to close around his neck trying to get leverage on him enough to chock him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's - Class room 3 - Mr. Mercer's class</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 10:43:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mercer simply laughed when she called him a pervert. <br><br><strong>“I’m no more a pervert than any other member of faculty here, miss Bishop… But remind me to teach you a lesson later about running your mouth. We have our ways here to tame disobedient little bitches…” </strong><br><br>All the while through his hard cock was thrusting in and out of her slick cunt. He enjoyed the sensation of her young flesh gripping his obscenely throbbing rod as it invaded her body over and over again. He pressed his teeth into her right ankle hard enough to leave a mark. Suddenly the little wench tried to strangle him with her legs! He used both of his arms to part her lower limbs and gritted his teeth as he succeeded in freeing his neck from her trap.<br><br><strong>“You little bitch! I’ll flog you for that later!” </strong><br><br>He did not stop pounding her pussy though, lewd slushing sounds were now filling the room as the girls behind him were watching the scene in utter shock. <br><br><strong>“I hope this is a valuable… <em>aah</em>… lesson to you all… You will obey your teachers or face… the consequences.”</strong> <br><br>He could see the hate smoldering in Kimberly’s eyes and it only aroused him more. His cock twitched and throbbed but he was nowhere near ready to empty his load inside of her. <em>Oh no</em>, the little tramp needed to be fucked long and hard. <br><br><strong>"I’ll make you regret… crossing me… you little bitch…”</strong> <br><br>Her ankles were now firmly held apart by his hands as he slid in and out of her tight hole with ease. She was a sexy little bitch and part of him was hoping she’d be stupid enough to resist him even further. Every word of disrespect and every act of disobedience on her part would give him opportunity to punish her more later on…
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's - Class room 3 - Mr. Mercer's class</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 07:31:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kimberly felt horrible as Mr. Mercer continued to pound her hard and deep, tears welling up at the corner of her eye.&nbsp; <strong>"Don't kid yourself," </strong> Kimber got out sounding breathless instense of angry.&nbsp; <strong>"You'r... one of the biggest perverts... in this school."</strong><br><br>It was hard to say much more than that as he pounded her hard, his thick cock twitching and throbbing inside her.&nbsp; Her eyes rolled up in the back of her head and her back arched against the desk.&nbsp; Oh how she hated having this man inside her and yet it did not stop her body from felling pleasure.&nbsp; It was unavoidable<br><br><strong>"I only regret that I didn't jam that pen in farther...."</strong> she managed to get out between, moans.&nbsp; She knew she was digging her own grave and yet she couldn't help it.&nbsp; Someone had to stand up to him so to speak and if she had to pay for it so be it.<br><br>The idea of flogging didn't really appeal to her not the this did, but still.&nbsp; Why didn't somebody do something to help her?&nbsp; Why didn't Miss Du Pain?&nbsp; Kimberly had helped her and now she simply stood by and watched at Mr. Mercer fucked her.&nbsp; That didn't seem fair.
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