Katie was failing chemistry miserably. Her grades had tanked since the semester began, and desperate times called for desperate measures. She stood outside Mr. Johnson’s classroom, her heart racing as she contemplated the unthinkable. The bell rang and students filed out, but Katie remained frozen in indecision.
She had heard the rumors about Mr. Johnson – how he was known to “help” struggling students in private. Whispers of sordid favors exchanged for better grades fueled the speculation. Katie shuddered at the thought. Could she really stoop so low?
Mr. Johnson poked his head out. “Katie? Everything alright? You wanted to see me?”
She nodded weakly and stepped inside as he ushered her to a chair. “I’m flunking your class, Mr. J. I’ll do anything…” Her voice cracked.
The teacher leaned back, fingers steepled. “Anything, huh? That’s a tall order. I’m afraid I can’t just change your grade. The school has rules against that sort of thing.”
Katie’s eyes welled with tears. “Please, I’m begging you. I’ll do whatever it takes.”
Mr. Johnson sighed. “Alright, let’s not be hasty. Why don’t you come by after school tomorrow and we’ll…discuss your options.”
Katie fled before he could change his mind, her mind awhirl. What was she getting into? The next day dragged by in a haze of nervous anticipation.
At the appointed hour, she returned to the empty classroom. Mr. Johnson was waiting. He gestured for her to close the door.
“Lock it, would you? I’d hate to be interrupted.” His voice was smooth as silk.
Katie complied with shaking hands. When she turned back, he was standing, his suit jacket off, revealing a crisp dress shirt.
“Now then. I believe we had an understanding?” He quirked an eyebrow.
She nodded mutely, her mouth too dry to speak. Taking a deep breath, she reached under her skirt and shimmied out of her panties. Mr. Johnson’s eyes darkened as she presented them to him with a trembling hand.
“Very good, Katie. Now, why don’t you bend over my desk for me?”
It took every ounce of her willpower to comply, but the promise of passing algebra drove her on. She braced her hands on the cool wood, heart pounding as he stepped behind her.
“I must say, I’m impressed by your dedication. Not every student would go to such lengths.” His fingers skimmed up her thigh, making her shiver.
“Please, Mr. J, I need this,” she whispered, face flaming.
He undid his belt with agonizing slowness. “Patience, my dear. We’re just getting started.”
The first touch of his cock against her bare skin made Katie flinch. He gripped her hips and notched himself at her entrance, but instead of pushing into her pussy, he prodded demanding at her virgin ass.
“What are you doing? I thought-” she started to protest, but his hand clamped over her mouth.
“Shh. You’ll take what I give you and be grateful,” he hissed in her ear. Then with one brutal thrust, he speared into her unprepared hole.
Katie screamed into his palm as searing pain split her in two. Tears streamed down her face as he hilted deep, his cock stretching her impossibly. He drew back only to slam in again, setting a punishing pace.
She writhed and bucked, but his grip was unrelenting. “Take it, you little slut. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To earn a better grade on your back?”
Each thrust battered into her, his heavy balls slapping obscenely against her clit. The wet squelch of lube and her own juices filled the air, punctuated by the rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh.
Mr. Johnson’s breath came harsh in her ear. “Fuck, you’re tight. I knew you’d be a good fuck the first time I saw you.” He punctuated his words with a particularly vicious snap of his hips.
Katie sobbed brokenly, pain and humiliation warring inside her. And to her horror, she could feel an unwelcome heat building low in her belly, stoked higher by each brutal pound into her ass.
He seemed to sense it too. “That’s it, take your punishment like a good girl. Don’t you dare cum, though. Not until I say.”
She gritted her teeth, fighting the coil of unwanted pleasure. It would be the final indignity, to climax from this violation. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.
Mr. Johnson cursed, his strokes growing erratic. “Fuck, I’m close. You’d better not have cum yet, you hear me?”
Katie whimpered her assent, tears and drool running down her face. His hand tightened in her hair, yanking her head back as he slammed in one last time. His cock jerked and twitched as he emptied himself deep in her bowels.
For a long moment he simply breathed, his softening cock still buried in her abused hole. Then he pulled out with a lewd pop, a trickle of cum oozing out in his wake.
Katie remained bent over the desk, trembling and sniffling. She could feel the cum drip down her thigh and the filthy evidence of her own arousal painting her inner thighs.
Mr. Johnson tucked himself away and did up his zipper with infuriating calm. “I trust this little…arrangement will be satisfactory? I’ll be sure to give you some extra credit on the next test.”
She nodded mutely, still face down on the desk. A tissue appeared in her peripheral vision.
“Clean yourself up. And Katie? Let’s keep this our little secret, hmm?”
He patted her ass almost kindly before striding to the door. “Same time next week?” he threw over his shoulder with a wolfish grin.
Then he was gone, leaving her to piece herself back together. Katie slowly pushed upright, wincing at the residual ache between her legs. She had gotten what she came for.
Algebra would be a breeze now. But the cost to her pride and body was one she’d be paying for a long time to come.
