TEACHER'S SLUTTY CHEERLEADER 3

Vincent liked to think of himself as a man of principle. It didn’t matter that the other teachers thought he was a prude. Or that almost everybody at Silver Lake shied away from him.

He liked it that way. It meant he had control over himself. And over the way other people moved around him.

So, when he’d seen those guys nudge Danielle in a direction that was more or less secluded, he knew the implication of that. He was a man, so it didn’t take a sage to know those boys didn’t have good intentions for her.

Make sure she was okay and then leave the room.

That had been the plan. But how was he supposed to focus on that when Danielle had just outright asked him to have sex with her?

He tried to still his shaky breath, reaching to move her hand away. “You’re not in your right senses.”

“Am I not?” She pressed her breasts even harder, nudging one of her knees over his crotch. “It just feels so hot and I… it hurts.”

He frowned, trying to move away from her. It didn’t help that she continued to move her knee slowly and tortuously over his dick. His face grew hotter with each second that went by.

Thank God it was dark. How would anybody take it to seeing a teacher holding a naked student? With a raging hard-on.

He cleared his throat. “You need to put your clothes back on. I’ll er—”

Before he could get all his words out, she’d grabbed his hand and grabbed a fistful of her breast with it. “Hurts.”

It was soft. Dangerously soft. And fuck, if it didn’t make his dick harder than it already was. His head was whirring with more thoughts than he could keep track of. If anybody came in right then, he’d lose his job. Hell, his career would be shreds.

And yet, he couldn’t seem to tear himself away from her. Not when she was staring at him with eyes that were just begging to be fucked senseless.

“Ahh.” She moaned, hand wrapped over his as she continued to massage her breast. “S-so…Ahh fuck.”

He let himself get lost in the feel of her soft mound. God, her tits were so hard, desperate for any sort of attention.

Then he snapped back to reality, immediately withdrawing his hand. “This isn’t right. I-I can’t do that. I won’t partake in any of this.”

“Oh.” Her face seemed to fall a little.

She opened her mouth to say something but her knees gave out before she could get a single word in. On instinct, he managed to grab her before she dropped to the floor. Her body was alarmingly warm.

The only way they’d have been able to bring her to the room was by lacing her drink. That must be what was affecting her. And with the state she was in, he couldn’t possibly try to touch her.

“Shit.” He cursed under his breath, gently moving her back towards the bed. He took out his phone, scrolling through his contacts.

It wasn’t like he had any friends, not to talk of actual females who could help. And he couldn’t go find help elsewhere at the party. How would he explain leaving a female student like that in the room? The chains wouldn’t render any explanations he tried to give useless.

“Hurts…” A whine left Danielle.

His breath hitched when she began to pinch at one of her nipples, massaging the other with her hand. Moan after moan trickled past her lips. There was something erotic about watching her touch herself. This was all sorts of wrong. Watching a student in such a vulnerable position. But fuck, he was so turned on.

She licked two of her fingers and slowly began to massage her clit. All through everything, her eyes never left Vincent, not once.

“W-want you so bad,” She whined, eyes gleaming with unshed tears. “It hurts.”

The last thread of self-control he had snapped. Like a robot, he moved to the door and turned the lock before making his way back to the bed.

He loved the lewd look on Danielle’s face as she continued to massage her clit. It had his whole senses vibrating already.

“Hurts,” She whined again, slowly inserting one finger.

“No, no.” He immediately grabbed her finger and gently moved it away. “You’ll hurt yourself if you keep go that hard so quickly.”

A tear fell down her cheek. “But it hurts. Hot. W-wanna feel you.”

“You will soon, sweet.” He slowly got on the bed, eyes raking over her pale naked body. It was a known fact that she was the prettiest girl in the Academy. But seeing her so naked and vulnerable, something primal in him slowly began to awaken.

He inched forward, running a finger over her lips. Then slowly, he let it slide into her mouth. “Suck.”

Danielle was surprisingly good at following orders, instantly sucking hard on his finger. Or maybe she was just that horny. One of her hands had gone back to her nipple, flicking and massaging it.

Wordlessly, Vincent pulled it away, spreading her legs even further apart. She whined when he pulled his finger away but he ignored it.

His fingers moved with slick precision into her vagina. A soft, drawn-out moan left her lips. He pulled out a little then gently pushed his fingers back in. He noticed the way her hands were bunching up the sheets.

“Feel good?” He leaned forward, lips brushing over her ears. “You like the way my hands feel?”

She nodded, another moan leaving her mouth. “Yeah…Feels sso good.”

Her hips bucked into his fingers while he continued to thrust in and out of her pussy. His other hand moved to her waist then. Then slowly up to her breasts. Her tits were still full and incredibly hard.

“Want me to touch you here too?” His voice alone sent a chill through her.

She nodded vigorously. “Yes, right there-fuck.”

A particularly loud moan left her lips as he began to flick and massage her breasts. His fingers moved with practiced precision, exploring every crevice of her core. He flicked her nipples some more before moving to wrap his mouth around it.

“Aah-sh-shit.” She grabbed some more of the bedsheet. “Oh yes, right there.”

He continued to suck on her breast, alternating between both while continuing with his thrusts. After a while, he withdrew both his fingers and mouth. Danielle whined instantly, her body suddenly cold from his lack of attention.

His touch alone had woken something in her. She didn’t care who was there to see or what he planned on doing to her. All she knew was that she’d wanted to know how good it would feel to have him inside her.

A small squeak left her as he pulled her legs apart even further. Each action was slow, deliberate. His eyes never left her even once as he took off the first few buttons of his shirt.

“Be careful what you wish for,” Then without another word, he dove right in.