Page 22 of Unspoken Truths

Is our little mouse that kind of trouble maker? Or is it her mother?

Desperate people make desperate decisions, after all.

Me:

I’ll get back to you. Still working on getting some facts ironed out. She may not be as clean as I was beginning to think.

Putting aside my phone,I begin to click on links, break through sealed files, and find myself on a gold mine. Glancing at the time, I grin, knowing that I’m going to need to work quickly.

Picking up the phone, I dial a teacher’s private line. She has a very important position, one that I wanted to have access to if needed. Well, I’m calling in my chips. She’s going to fucking hate it, but I recorded myself fucking her once.

I’m only seventeen, and she’s in her mid thirties. I’m a wounded teen, one she should have known better than to fuck. I guess that’s what happens when you’re single, without any prospects outside of school to get your rocks off.

Predators live even in fancy schools.

“Hi, Miss Hailey,” I croon. “What are you doing right now?”

Listening to her, my smile gets even wider. Fuck yeah, she’s still at school.

“I need a favor, and you’re going to be a good girl and say yes,” I instruct her.

I tell her exactly what I need, and when she refuses, I send her a small snippet of our very private time together. You can’t see my face at all, just my hips pistoning my cock into her tight pussy. I’m wearing my school uniform which makes it very obvious that I’m her student.

Tut, tut, the shame of it all.

“You can’t show anyone that video. God, you were recording us?”she screams.It’s almost a convincing performance, except that she knows I don’t give a shit about conventions.

Her words have no meaning, all I want is to have her agree to my demands. She may as well be squawking for all I’m paying attention to her.

“Is that a no?” I ask her, allowing her to hear my key strokes. Her imagination is going to be going haywire, I can make her believe anything at this point.

It’s a heady and magnificent feeling. Unable to stop, I pull my dick out and roll my palm over the frenum piercing, tugging it gently.

“I could send this out to the school administration, faculty, students, and the police if you’d like,” I drawl, my eyes rolling as I streak the precum over the crown of my dick.

I need to come, I’ve been hard most of the day.

“No,” she screams, making me grunt as I begin stroking my cock.

The long ladder of piercings down my shaft feel so damn good as I slowly fuck my fist. Her screams are just going to make this so much better.

“I think yes,” I tell her, my voice deep and teasing as I sit back, legs splayed wide. “You’ll get picked up by the police to answer a lot of really uncomfortable questions, baby. Do you remember how my cock feels in your pussy? The way you clench down when I fuck you?”

The whimper she makes tells me that she does, and I chuckle.

“You’re not sorry you fucked me, you’re simply upset I have proof of it,” I tell her. My eyes roll as I imagine how blown her pupils must be with fear and a hint of arousal.

Fuck yeah, that’s the shit my best dreams are made of.

“I’m… I hate that you’re going to punish me for it,” she says in a small voice. “But I was a bad girl.”

This is why I keep coming back to fuck Miss Hailey. She has a role playing kink that’s impressive.

“Get naked for me, slap your pussy,” I growl, my hand moving a little faster.

“Are you still gonna?—“

“You’re the only one who can answer that,” I remind her, pulling off my shirt. I’m definitely going to come soon, and I don’t have a ready mouth to lick up the mess. “You’re still being a bad girl. Punish that pussy, and then admit you were wrong.”

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