Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 17

Another text followed saying, "I promise to make it worth your while. Just make sure to bring a condom!:)" While she watched, she saw another text being sent from her phone to him asking, "Can you meet me on Wednesday right after school at my house? The house should be empty for an hour or so. She realized the conversation was happening in real time. Mr. Michaels had been sending the texts from her phone somehow,

"I have football practice right after school, came his answer.

A few seconds later 'she' replied, "Wellll, you will have to decide if you want to skip it. But I really want to suck your dick." Sarah's hand shook and tears welled up in her eyes. Her punishment wouldn't be a spanking. She would have to suck Conner's dick and fuck him. Mr. Michaels had set it up and she would have no choice but to go through with it. Plus, those pictures would be all over school in no time. You couldn't necessarily tell it was her, but he would show everyone the pictures and tell them she had sent them. And call HER a giant slut that had come onto HIM!

She sat there dejected feeling lost. A text dinged from Mr. Michaels to her. "You are going to fuck him. You are going to give him a blow job. You are not allowed to cum. Come by my house after school. I have something for you, and I will give your further instructions. And another that quickly followed, "and DO NOT talk to Jenny about me. You can tell her that you want to try something slutty so you are going to fuck Conner. That is all."

She deleted the texts from him while she cried silently. She had fucked up. He knew and now she had to pay. She might as well be a prostitute given she would have to fuck a guy she didn't want to sex with. She took a deep breath, cleaned her face and headed back to class.

She did meet Jenny at their planned location. She had resolved herself to buying into the situation or people would ask questions. Questions she couldn't answer about the man that now controlled her life. She told Jenny about the texts that 'she had sent to Conner. Jenny just stared at her speechless for a minute. "Why in the world would you want to have sex with CONNER of all people? We hate Conner," she insisted.

"I know, but it is my senior year. decided I want to have a little fun and try something new. Maybe try to be a little slutty and see if it gets me more dates," she offered tentatively.

"Oh, it will get you dates, no doubt. You'll be the talk of the school. Every guy will be lining up to get some." Jenny shook her head. "I don't know what you are thinking. This is a mistake. This isn't you, Sarah. She continued to plead with Sarah to stop this and call it off for ten minutes.

Sarah stayed resolute and told her she wanted to try it. That maybe the sex would be more exciting than what she had experienced so far. "If only Jenny knew about Mr. Michaels," Sarah thought to herself. Jenny and Sarah had often discussed their sexual experiences. Jenny's had been better than hers, but both agreed that sex in general had turned out to be somewhat disappointing.

"This is just so extreme Sarah. I hope you know what you are

getting yourself into," she insisted.

The rest of the day went by at a snail's pace. The thought of facing Mr. Michaels terrified her. Surely, he would tan her ass. Hard. Or yell at her. Or just call the whole thing off and turn her in. Or even come up with something worse that she couldn't imagine. All of those possibilities rolled through her head during the rest of her classes.

She headed right over to Mr. Michaels after school. His frown and rigid demeanor frightened her, but he didn't yell as she walked in. She felt like a 6-year-old girl that had misbehaved in front of her father. As soon as they got into the den, she turned and pleaded, "I'm sorry sir. I'm SO SO sorry. Please don't make me do this." She startled and added, "Sirl".

Mr. Michaels didn't respond and just stared at her. She shrunk and couldn't look him in the eye. "You will do this. It is your punishment for not following the rules. You will always be punished if you try to cross me. Remember that. That is unless you prefer to quit now and take this to the authorities. It's your decision."

Sarah felt crestfallen and sighed. She really didn't want to fuck Conner, but the thought of totally fucking up her life seemed so much worse. She didn't respond and just looked up at him. Her silence gave him her answer.

He nodded. "Okay. Enough bullshit. Get those pants off and bend

over the arm of the couch."

She hesitated, but only for a second. She pulled down her jeans and underwear and stepped out of them and bent over the arm of the couch. He shoved her legs wide apart with his foot and then reached down between her legs to her pussy. He spat in his hand and rubbed the saliva all over her pussy. As he massaged her pussy in wide circles, she couldn't help but let out a low guttural groan. He spent a couple of minutes lightly playing with her clit and her pussy rippling with a tingling quiver.

Without much other fanfare, he dropped his shorts and underwear and rubbed the head of his cock over her entrance a few times before sliding into her. That full feeling returned and within a minute he started pumping her hard and deep. No playing today. No ramp up. Just some hard thrusting over and over.

He kept it up for five minutes, varying the speed and sometimes grinding from side to side. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her body back into hm, forcing his cock all the way to the back of her pussy as he ground against her cervix. It felt wonderful and Sarah's body responded to the hard fucking opening up to him fully. She could feel a new orgasm building as her clit throbbed from being slapped by his balls.

He stopped and stood her up. He pulled her shirt and bra straight up over her head roughly then turned her toward him and pushed her back to sit on the arm of the couch. He lifted one knee and deftly returned his dick back into her well lubricated cunt with a single thrust. Her pussy lips already felt swollen. He kissed her and pushed her back. Being bent backward and having to balance made it awkward. He pounded into her relentlessly.

He leaned forward enough to squeeze and massage both of her tits at the same time. He started pulling on her nipples, stretching her tits as far as they would go and then rolling them between his finger and thumb. He leaned forward more and squeezed one breast to a point and sucked her left nipple fully into his mouth while twirling the right even harder. She loved how much he always fondled her tits. His pelvis never stopped driving into her in short strokes.

The rough treatment sent her over the edge very quickly and she started cumming with a rising moan of pure pleasure. Her lower half started shaking and her leg jerked. "Tell me your cumming! I always want you to tell me when you're cumming!" he ordered.

She threw her head back and yelled, "Yes, I'm cumming. Oh my

god it....is...strong...." She bit her lip and panted. With that, Mr.

Michaels groaned loudly, ground his dick in a circle in her pussy while his pelvic bone rubbed directly on her clit. Then in one quick motion, he pulled his dick out stroked it twice and unloaded a torrent of hot goo all over her stomach and tits. It splattered forward in five or six long spurts. Gobs and sprinkles of cum were all over her. He kept stoking until the last drop finally fell right onto her triangle of pussy hair. He let out a long breath and satisfied sigh.