Teacher Blackmailed for Sex Ch 5

Teacher Blackmailed for Sex Ch.5 By Jill Vincent Oh my god, that made me REALLY worry about what Mr. Drake heard when he listened to Rodney fucking me in the classroom over the intercom. He must have heard most of what Rodney said to me and that I had to meet him at 9:15pm. For the moment, I had to put all of that out of my mind and get ready to meet Rodney. I rushed home to change clothes into something slutty, hoping to please Rodney and maybe convince him to be nice to me during sex. I just wanted a nice romantic evening together with good loving sex, to please him as I knew so well how to do. If it truly was just Rodney and me, I knew I could sexually please him and give him a night to remember. I found my severely low-cut V-necked blouse in the closet which dipped to my navel and was profoundly sexy, something I could never wear to school and only a few other places. I tossed my bra aside. The blouse was meant to be worn without a bra anyway and showed lots of cleavage for my bulging 44DD breasts, barely covering my nipples. I found a pleated skirt which was indecently short and slutty too. It was so short that it just barely covered my ass, sort of like a cheerleader’s skirt. I only wore that skirt when I wanted to drive a guy wild on a date and would not be in public. I reached for a pair of panties and then remembered that Rodney said he did not want panties either. I stood at the sink and shaved my pussy as he instructed. I toyed with my vulva as I shaved myself and it felt really good. As I was getting all dolled up for Rodney, every time I got worried and nervous about what was about to happen, I reminded myself of what Rodney had said: “Just you and me, Babe!” That comforted my fears because I truly thought “How bad can it be with one high school boy?” After dressing, I went to work on my hair and makeup. I frizzed my hair into an Afro where every hair stood straight out from the rest. Then I proceeded to hurriedly overdo eye shadow and facial makeup to give myself that slutty look that some guys like. I was worried about the time, afraid to be late. It was already 8:00pm and getting dark. I knew I was going to have sex so I dolled myself up like a prostitute to give Rodney the full treatment. I poured perfume and powder all over myself. I wanted to make a big hit with him and get this over with. I was going to give him super sex and then tell him we were even, nothing more after that. Part of me sort of liked the idea of showing myself to him, being desired by him, but the other part of me worried about what might go wrong since Rodney was in control. That whole idea was foreign to me since I had always controlled guys to suit myself. So naively, I believed that I would still surely have some control over Rodney. I just could NOT bring myself to believe otherwise. On dates I was always used to having some control over the guy like always making a guy wear a condom and not having anal sex unless I was in the mood for it, but I already began to fear that tonight might be very different. I tried to put those fears out of my mind as I kept reminding myself of Rodney’s words: “Just you and me, Babe!” After all, I WAS the teacher and he WAS the student, for god’s sake! I can surely handle this boy! “What can be so bad?” I asked myself. “We’ll just fuck and be done with this!” I knew it would be dark when I arrived at Rodney’s house three hours later at 9:15pm, so I did not worry that I looked like a hooker and nothing like a teacher. Actually, I looked VERY different dressed this way with my hair frizzed and make-up and lipstick severely overdone, like I was going to a private swingers’ party or something. But I kept telling myself, “How bad can Rodney be? This surely will NOT be a big deal!!!!!” I knew Rodney lived with his elderly father who was divorced from his mother. I also knew that his father traveled a lot and would probably not be there, especially since Rodney had said “Just you and me, Babe!” Those words kept rolling over and over in my mind as a comfort to any worries that started to freak me out. But I kept telling myself, “I’m the teacher, Rodney is my student, and I’m in control!” I arrived at his house a few minutes early. I dutifully parked outside Rodney’s house and sat in my car for a few minutes. I touched up my lipstick and made sure my blouse was loose enough that I could easily expose my 44DD breasts for him. I fingered my pussy a little to make sure it was still wet after several more shots of liquor that I drank just before leaving. My pussy was very wet, and I was pretty d***k and laid back. It was a secluded area at the end of a dead-end street. I waited a few minutes in the car to gather my nerve and then went to the front door. Rodney answered the doorbell, looked stunned at my change of appearance, then recovered his composure and motioned for me to step inside without a word said. After closing the door, he quickly backed me against the entry wall, grabbing me with a choke hold on my neck as he held me tightly pinned to the wall, gasping for air. With his other hand he slapped me hard several times in the face, perhaps to remind me that he was in control. Then he grabbed my blouse with that other hand and ripped it open to each side, exposing both of my breasts and large, hard nipples. Releasing his strangle hold on my neck, he jerked my blouse down over my shoulders and down my arms, letting it fall to the floor. That left me naked from the waist up with only my short skirt and garters without panties. He kissed me hard on the lips as I was gasping to breathe again, then sucked each nipple hard for several minutes as he fondled my entire body with his hands. Surprisingly, he slapped me several more times hard in the face, and I dropped to my knees on the floor, stunned, trying to avoid his slapping. I thought he might want me to suck him off right there. His roughness was taking me completely by surprise since I expected some degree of loving and caressing, not just savagely using me for his personal pleasure. I could tell that Rodney was still high on cocaine, and he seemed more mean than usual because of it. Then Rodney grabbed me by the arms, picked me up, and planted one hand on one of my bare breasts as he f***ed me to walk in front of him towards the den like a hostage. We took several labored steps together before entering the den. At that moment, I freaked! The moment I stepped into the den, I hollered “NO RODNEY!” when I saw his two friends, Jason and Tyrone, seated on the couches. My eyes popped wide open in shock and surprise at seeing his two friends since I assumed that this would be just me and Rodney, just like he said in the classroom. “NO RODNEY! …….. NO!......... YOU SAID JUST YOU AND ME! YOU PROMISED!” I complained loudly to him. “SHUT…….. THE……… FUCK………UP! Bitch!” Rodney responded. His hands remained clenched on my breast and arm as he f***efully walked me the rest of the way into the middle of the den. He shoved me down hard into a single chair where I waited for Rodney to take his seat only a few feet away facing me. I could see that he and his friends already had hard dicks inside their pants, obviously just waiting for me to arrive. I knew that if I did not stop this, I was sure what was going to happen next. Not expecting his friends to be there, I’m sure the look of total shock was clearly obvious on my face. All my naive thinking that I knew what to expect and “How bad could this be?” just left me suddenly as I sat there in terror, knowing that I would be ****d by all three of them and I would have no control over what happened since they could overpower me. Rodney smiled wickedly and totally ignored the shocked look on my face as I sat there bare-chested starring at him, shocked and angry. He knew I was in no position to argue, but I was not yet totally convinced of that. He knew how strong his hold was over me with his nude pictures showing my face. And he proceeded to make sure I clearly understood that too. But he also already knew that he had to break me. “Please, Rodney! Just you and me! Please!” I begged him desperately now to get rid of his two friends. Without a word, Rodney stood up and approached me as he removed his wide leather belt. I raised my arms instinctively over my head protecting my face as he swung the belt at my breasts and upper body hard. I screamed as his belt put a whelp across one of my breasts. He kept hitting me with the belt. I continued to scream in pain and begged him to stop, but he did not stop. Rodney kept whipping me with his belt in spite of my continued pleas to stop. He was carefully avoiding my face and neck with his belt, striking me on my breasts and lower body so as not to leave marks for school. His anger was horrifying! He was apparently intent upon breaking my spirit into submission. And I was becoming desperate to stop the beating! “Pleassssssseeeeee Rodney!!!!! Please stop! Please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I hollered through tears in severe pain as he continued to hit me mercilessly again and again with his belt to break me. I was crying uncontrollably and in severe pain as he continued, frantically wanting him to stop but unable to stop him. Finally he stopped and after a long silence said “NOT………. ANOTHER……….. FUCKING…………. WORD………. BITCH! ........ I ……..SAID……… SHUT…….. THE ……..FUCK …….UP!” I stopped pleading for him to stop whipping me and just sat there bawling uncontrollably. Rodney’s attitude continued meanly and sternly as he sat back in his chair and said, “Ms. Jill,…. You fucking whitey bitch!,….. I ain’t gonna tell you this but once! I ain’t gonna tell the fucking school about you IF you do what I fucking want! That means EXACTLY what I fucking tells you! You is my fucking sex slave! I own your goddam pussy! You do what I fucking tells ya, any time, any place I wants, and our little secret stays between you and me!” Rodney loudly and roughly informed me. I had already feared that, but NOT with the whipping. Obviously with his two friends sitting there listening, it was not private with just Rodney and me, but I did not challenge the obvious fallacy of his statement. “Now, you do what I fucking tells ya, Bitch, and you gets to keep your fucking job! And I don’t whip ya anymore. But ya best do EXACTLY what I fucking tells ya. And I mean exactly! No bitchin’. No fucking argument! You best knows I ain’t goddam fucking k**din’, Bitch! I own your goddam pussy, bitch! You got that?” Rodney continued screaming at me harshly. In total surrender, I kept my eyes looking down and nodded my head in defeated agreement. Obviously he knew I needed my job to live and pay bills. Substitute teachers don’t make a lot of money anyway, and most are desperate to even be doing the job. It was not a pleasant job. This was becoming a horrible situation to keep it. Finally, I stopped crying and just sat there in the chair looking at the floor, afraid to say anything. I sat there half naked, hurting horribly from his belt whipping, beat down and feeling totally at his mercy. At that moment, my spirit was so broken that I would have agreed to anything! This was going very badly and I knew it. My earlier hopes of a pleasant evening with just Rodney were obviously naïve. “Right now, I wants you’s fucking sweet lips sucking my dick! You gives me a super good fucking blow job, Bitch, just like you’s goddam online profile says you can!” Rodney informed me as he unzipped his baggy pants, exposing and revealing his already erect penis. “Show me whats you can do for my dick, you hot fucking whitey Bitch! SUCK IT, before I fuck you!” Rodney was really worked up and angry at that point. I understood that I was no longer Ms. Jill to Rodney, but rather “bitch” each time he addressed me. I felt beat down and submissive, totally understanding his devil-like, sadistic hold over me. I knew that I was helpless to overcome it. I knew I had to submit to his wishes in every possible way or else suffer the consequences of losing my job. As I hesitated, starring at him, he got meaner and louder. “Hurry up, you goddam sorry fucking Bitch! Get the fuck over here and fucking do it! NOW! AND YOU BEST DO A GOOD, FUCKING JOB!” Rodney demanded. Jason grabbed me by the arm and jerked me over and down to the floor in front of Rodney for me to give him his blow job, pushing and holding my head with both hands near Rodney’s huge, rigid cock. His penis was right in front of my face as I painfully moved on my knees on the floor in front of Rodney, hurting badly from his beating. I struggled in pain as I reached up and grabbed his cock and massive balls with both hands, knowing that I needed to try my best to please him with all my oral skills, believing that I had no other choice. I knew my life would forever be different from that day forward anyway, but I felt helpless to do otherwise. Rodney was in such a hurry and so insistent that I had no time to adjust my thinking about his two friends also being there. My mind raced to accept what was probably next since his friends were right there with us. A feeling of helplessness washed over me, freaking me out. This was out of control! I put his humongous cock inside my mouth for the second time that day and went to work on giving him another blow job. My knees were on the floor in front of him and I was bent over to suck his cock, placing me in a doggy position. Rodney quickly shoved both hands under me onto my breasts. His hands roughly handled them, intently feeling me up and exciting himself as I worked to give him a blow job. His hands savagely felt up my bruised breasts, squeezing them hard as he gripped them with both hands while I moved my mouth on his cock and caressed his balls. I could not see behind me, so only later did I realize that Tyrone was videotaping what was happening. Only later did I realize that EVERYTHING would be on videotape when I was with Rodney. And that would soon be their biggest hold over me to make me do anything they wanted in the future. Jason moved closer and down behind me as I sucked Rodney’s huge cock and caressed his massive balls. He flipped my short pleated skirt up onto my back, exposing my bare pussy and buttocks. I felt his hands all over my butt cheeks. He dropped down onto his knees on the floor behind me, spread my legs even further apart, and got up close behind my buttocks. Jason started rubbing my pussy lips with his fingers and probing his fingers inside me as I continued with Rodney. I was already wet with fear and anticipation of what I knew was about to happen, so Jason’s fingers slipped easily inside me. I realized that I had no choice in the matter. I would soon realize that I was going to be their fuck toy, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I tried to relax and be resigned to my fate with these guys as Jason’s fingers probed deeply inside my pussy against my will. My earlier naïve dreams and expectations of this just being Rodney and me were shattered. End Ch. 5