I was failing Algebra. I sure didn’t want Daddy to find out and ground me. SO, I came to your office, begging for a way to bring up my grade. I knew you had been watching me in class. I felt your eyes on me and the way you checked out my tits when I bent over to ask questions.
“Mr. Green, I need a way to bring up my grade.” I asked, standing there in my cheerleader uniform. You smiled knowingly and stood up. “What do you suggest, Miss Dawson?” It was like you already read my mind. Your cock was already hard when you shut the door and I knew that you were going to make me work for this. You reached for my tits and squeezed them hard. I saw a cruel streak in you and it scared me. I tried to leave but you had me by the arm. “You wouldn’t want to fail my class, little girl. Let’s see what you’ve got.” You tore my clothes off and pushed me back on the desk. “Let’s see that whore pussy. I know how you cheerleaders are.” I wasn’t even wet when you forced yourself inside of me. I could feel my pussy walls tear with your massive girth. You enjoyed my pain as you pumped my cunny furiously. “All of you sluts are the same. All wanting A’s for your pussy.” you grunted. You pinched my nipples hard as your cock began to throb. “On your knees, bitch.” I dropped to the dirty floor and opened my mouth. You pushed your fuckstick to the back of my throat, making me gag. “This is your final. Show me what you got.” I bobbed on that meatstick, ticking your balls and ass, until I knew you were ready to blast off. You grabbed my hair and forced it deeper into my throat. I heard the classroom door open and saw the principal walk in, just as you pumped my mouth full of steaming lava. I knew I was really in trouble when I saw the principal smile.
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