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Mr. Cashell Cleans Up

By: PogueMahone



Richard Cashell whistled softly to himself as he moved along the deserted hallway of Jeckyl High School. He'd been working there for fifteen years now and he never got tired of his job. It wasn't so much that he enjoyed being a janitor or cleaning up after all the spoiled teenagers who mocked him. Richard enjoyed the fringe benefits of being a high school janitor, the chance to spy on all the sexy young girls as they flirted in the hallway or changed in the locker room. He would never touch any of the students but he definitely enjoyed looking, hell at 52 the students could have been his own daughter. Richard wondered briefly where she was, she'd left years ago with her mother and he'd been single ever since. He didn't really miss his wife too much but he was disappointed that he couldn't see his daughter again.

Richard smiled and brushed those thoughts away as he steered the mop bucket he was pushing into Mrs. Reeds' room. "Oh, Excuse me, Mrs. Reeds. I didn't realize anyone else was in the building." Richard said, startled to see the teacher sitting at her desk grading a large stack of papers. "I can come back later if you don't want to be disturbed..." 

"Oh..." Stacy Reeds said, looking up startled at the voice. She'd been so engrossed in grading her English class' term papers that she hadn't heard anyone enter the room. "its okay, Mr. Cashell. You can do your job and it's not going to bother me..." She said with a friendly smile as she looked at the large black janitor. He'd always been polite and friendly to her although she didn't like the way she'd seen him watch some of the female students. 

"Okay, Mrs. Reeds." Richard said as he started sweeping up the scattered scraps of paper the students always seemed to leave behind. He worked quickly, glancing quick looks at Mrs. Reeds as she sat at her desk. Stacy Reeds was one of the more attractive teachers at the school and unbeknownst to her she was the topic of many dirty fantasies of both staff and students. At 42 she was a striking woman, although she never dressed provocatively at work. Her head was bowed slightly as she perused each report, a blue pen clasped lightly between her white teeth as she read. Her white silk blouse was unbuttoned slightly at the collar, exposing slightly more of her soft flesh then she allowed during school hours. Richard found himself wondering what her husband was like as he swept the day's trash towards the center of the room. He knew what he'd be like if he had a wife that looked like that, Richard thought with a sly grin as he licked his large lips. "Wouldn't let her out of bed for a week." He mumbled to himself.

"What was that, Mr. Cashell?" Mrs. Reeds asked, looking up from the papers.

"Oh, 'Scuse me, Mrs. Reeds. I hate to bother you but I need to get under your desk for a second." Richard said, covering his unintentional slip quickly.

"Oh... sure, Mr. Cashell..." Mrs. Reeds says, trying to move her foot backward and wider to the side so he can have more room to get under the desk for the cleaning. As she moves her leg to the side, she pushes her chair back slightly, turning it so that she can still read the papers on the desk without obstructing Mr. Cashell's cleaning. Richard bent down, his broom going under the desk as Mrs. Reeds went back to her work. Glancing over, Richard was startled to see the hem of her long black skirt had ridden up her legs, exposing her bare calves from her ankle up to just 3 inches under her knees.

Richard found himself staring at her exposed legs, licking his lips unconsciously as he tried to move around so that he an unobstructed view up her skirt. "Hmm, dirty down here." He said aloud, "I'll be a couple of minutes, Mrs. Reeds." He told her as he attempted to peer up her skirt, trying to see her panties under the shadowed recess of her skirt. 

"Sure, Mr. Cashell, take your time..." Stacy replied distractedly; still busy grading her students' homework. Her husband had called her in the middle of the day and promised her a romantic dinner. If she knew John at all that probably meant he'd sent the kids to their friends' houses for the night. Stacy wanted to get all the grading done so that she could focus on spending quality time with John. It had been a couple of weeks since he'd shown any desire for her and Stacy was looking forward to an intimate night of love making once she finished grading all the term papers. The position she was sitting in was causing one leg to cramp up slightly so she shifted her feet again, moving them wider apart. 

Richard grinned to himself as Mrs. Reeds spread her legs slightly wider, her skirt rising up over her knees, giving him an almost clear view of her panties. His palms were sweating slightly as he wondered if he could push her skirt up any higher without her noticing. It would mean his job if she caught him, but there was something about peeking up her skirt that had aroused him like nothing else had in years. 

Stacy hummed softly to herself as she flipped another paper over, scribbling a few quick notes on the cover page before grabbing another one. John wouldn't be home for another hour and she didn't want to spoil any surprise he might have in store for her. She blushed slightly when she remembered the last time he'd planned an evening like this for them, the sexy black teddy he'd given her as they sat on the rug in front of the fireplace. Pushing those thoughts aside, she turned to the next term paper and tried to focus on the student's thesis.

Richard wiped his moist palm on his leg before reaching out tentatively to grip the hem of her skirt in two large fingers. He was holding his breath as he lifted it slowly, pushing it back to reveal more of her thigh until her plain white panties came into view. Richard smiled to himself as he examined the white cotton briefs she was wearing, noting that the little lace around the legs was the only embellishment. "I'd of thought she'd wear something sexier." He murmured to himself as licked his lips. Mrs. Reeds finished reading another paper, rolling her eyes at the pretentious prose of the student before scribbling a grade and a short note on it. As she reached for another paper, Stacy glanced down surprised that Mr. Cashell was still kneeling down under her desk. "Oh, my God!" She hissed in shock as she saw his large black hand holding her skirt up over her legs as he peered intently between her spread legs. "Mr... Mr. Cashell, what... what are you doing?" She almost screams in horror as her eyes met his, his hard eyes and knowing smile seeming to fluster her for some reason.

"I'm just looking at your white cotton panties, Mrs. Reeds." Mr. Cashell told her simply, his free hand moving down to adjust his hardening cock through his overalls. "A pretty lady like you, you probably have lots of sexy panties that you wear for your husband, don't you, Mrs. Reeds? I bet you only wear plain panties like this to school but at home you dress up like a real hot tramp." Richard asked her, his voice dripping with contempt as he pushed her skirt up, until it is balled up around your waist.

"Mr. Cashell... do... do you know what you are doing??" Stacy moaned softly, her body trembling in shame, knowing that she should stand up, she should walk out of the room, she should do something. Instead she sat there, her body shaking in embarrassment as the large black janitor pushed her skirt around her waist, his knowing eyes examining her mundane panties closely. 

"Oh, I know exactly what I'm doing, Mrs. Reeds. I'm getting a good look at your hot body." Richard said with a soft chuckle, resting one hand on the inside of her knee, his large calloused hand massaging her soft skin slightly. "You ever fuck a black man, Mrs. Reeds?" He asked leaning forward slightly, his face close to her leg, smelling the soft scent of soap on her skin.

"Mr. Cashell... STOP IT...!! Otherwise I'll report this to the principal tomorrow..." Stacy stammered, her voice not holding any conviction as she tried to close her legs. She couldn't stop looking into his hard and knowing eyes, her will seemed to desert her as she started to panic, "Mr. Cashell... please... let me go..."

"Now, Mrs. Reeds," Richard said calmly, placing is other hand on her thigh, holding her legs open. "You can go tell the principal tomorrow, he might even believe you. But I'll just tell everyone it's all made up, that you don't like colored people, that you're a bigot and made up some story about me to get me fired. Who do you think they'll believe?" He asked with a wicked smile his hands massaging the soft flesh of her thigh. 

"No... Please... that's not me - I like you a lot and I never treat you in different ways even if you are a black... I... I... always think you are a good guy" Stacy moaned softly, her legs shaking under his caressing hands.

"Oh, you're always pleasant to me, Mrs. Reeds. You always very respectful but tell me truth, you feel dirty cuz I'm touching you, don't you Mrs. Reeds?" Richard asked, his hands sliding over the soft smooth skin of her legs, caressing up towards the white expanse of her panties. 

"No... Please... this cannot be... please... I'm married, Mr. Cashell... and... And... I'm a teacher here... ahhhhaaa... no... No... please..." Stacy stammered as she tried to close her legs, tried to stop him from examining her most private area.

"I know you're married, Mrs. Reeds. And I realize you're a teacher, too. But that don't change the fact that you're a woman," Richard told her, his hands gripping her narrow waist, his large thumbs rubbing against the soft cotton of her panties. "You're a woman, just like any other, you've got a pussy that I'm going to fuck."

"no... No... Mr. Cashell... stop it... stop it..." Stacy pleaded, pushing against his head hard as he moved his face closer to her panty covered crotch. She struggled vainly to close her legs against his large hands, embarrassed as he tries to smell her crotch. 

"Mrs. Reeds, don't fight me." Richard hissed warningly, his hand gripping her thigh tightly, squeezing hard enough to cause her to gasp in pain. "I don't want to hurt you, but I will." He tells her, moving his head up between her shaking legs. Stacy sobbed in shame as his large nose brushed against the soft cotton of her panties. "Hmm, Mrs. Reeds, smells like you've had a hard day." He says, looking up at her and licking his lips obscenely.

"ohhh...ahhhhhaaaaa..." Stacy gasped as her thighs are forced open again, her face burning in shame knowing that Richard was sniffing her personal scent through her panties. "It's... it's dirty, please... please don't smell me like that... ahhhaaa... it's been all day long... ahhhhaaaa" "Oh yes, Mrs. Reeds, I'm smelling your dirty pussy," Mr. Cashell chuckled softly, taunting her as he pressed his nose against the cloth covered mound of her sex and inhaling deeply. "I can't wait to see your sweaty little pussy, Mrs. Reeds. Hmm, smells a little like piss too. Did you have a bit of an accident earlier?" Richard asked the prim and proper school teacher.

"No... Ahhhaaa... please don't embarrass me... I... I... didn't have an accident, I... I... always always wipe myself clean after using the bathroom, but... you know... there is no way that... that you can do it 100%... ahhhhaaaaa... this is so humiliating..." Stacy answered softly as she started sobbing in shame.

"Are you sure you didn't piss yourself during class today?" Richard taunted her, "Up in front of all those students, you didn't just lose control for a second?" He asked sticking his tongue out and licking along the crotch of her panties. 

Mrs. Reeds jumped at the contact, "ahhhhaaa... no... No... I didn't... it's been all day and... and its hot today... please don't... ahhhhaaaa..." Stacy moaned softly in pleasure and shame at the same time. "Mr. Cashell, please... ahhh...a no no..." She gasped as she gripped the edge of her desk trying to pull away from him, to get out from under his control.

"Oh, Mrs. Reeds, your panties taste lovely," Richard murmured as he continued to lick along the cotton covering her pussy. "I can't wait to see what your cunt tastes like." He tells her as his large hands grip her waist, holding down in her chair as his tongue continues to lick at her panties, causing a large wet spot from his saliva.

Stacy Reeds looked down seeing his slide his tongue slide across the damp crotch of her panties, tasting her personal flavor that no one ever had before. "Please..." She moaned softly, tears dripping down her cheeks as she was humiliated in her own classroom.

"Undo your blouse, Mrs. Reeds." Richard commanded softly as he continued to lick at the crotch of her panties, tasting her through the fabric. "I want to see your tits."

Stacy looked down at the large black man as she slowly unbuttoned her white blouse; her face is red with shame as the black janitor licks her smelly white cotton panties. "Ahhhhhaaaa... this is too much... ahhhhaaa..."

"You like this don't you, Mrs. Reeds? You're embarrassed and ashamed but you're turned on, aren't you?" Richard taunted the proper teacher as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, her eyes filled with shame and embarrassment even as she complied with his commands.

"No... please... please don't say that... you... you've humiliated me enough already... ahhhhaaaa..." Stacy sobbed as she let her hands fall to her side after unbuttoning her blouse. "Please, Mr. Cashell..." She whispers softly as she looks away helplessly with tears in her eyes.

"You're such a whore, Mrs. Reeds." Richard laughs as his hand reaches up; fondling Stacy's heaving tits through the plain white bra."I bet you're husband doesn't treat you like this, does he?"

"Please... no... no... Mr. Cashell... ahhhhaaaaaa..." Mrs. Reeds protested weakly as she tried to push his large hands away.

"I bet you've secretly longed to be treated like this, you've dreamt of being some black man's white fuck toy, haven't you Mrs. Reeds?" Richard whispers to her, his voice harsh in the quiet classroom as his hand continues to caress the soft flesh of her breast. "Every time your husband fucks your hot little pussy you were fantasizing about some hung black man pounding you. Tell me the truth, Mrs. Reeds."

"Yes... I... I... am... am black man's... white fuck toy..." Stacy admits in shame as I look away from your face

"That's good, that's very good, Mrs. Reeds." Mr. Cashell smiled at her as he pushes her chair back away from the desk and climbs out from underneath it. "Now, my little fuck toy, I want you to undo my fly and take my cock out." He instructed the humiliated wife and mother as he leaned back against the edge of her desk in front of her. 

Stacy's eyes were filled with unshed tears of shame as her hand reaches out, her fingers fumbling with the fly of Richard's pants. Glancing up, she pleads with her abuser silently even as her hand slides into his pants, her fingers running over the warm soft skin of his cock as she slowly draws him out of his boxers.

"This is the first time you've ever seen a black cock, isn't it?" Richard asks almost gently as Stacy's eyes are drawn to the hard organ in her hand, her gaze tracing every minute detail of his erection as she sits silently in front of him. 

"Ye...yes." Stacy almost sighs as her fingers continue to lightly caress the large black penis if front of her face.

"I want you to suck it, Mrs. Reeds. I want you to take all of my hard black cock in your little white mouth." Richard tells her, smiling down at the look of shock that comes across her face as she looks up at him. "Blow me, my little fuck toy."

"yes..." Stacy whimpers softly, her voice sounding with defeat laced with lust as she hesitantly opens her mouth to cover the head of his huge black cock. Her hand strokes along the shaft as she sucks lightly on the tip, her eyes filled with self loathing as she looks up at Richard's smiling face.

"That's a good little slut," Mr. Cashell told her encouragingly as his hand rests lightly on the back of her head. "Now take it all in your mouth." 

Stacy moans in humiliation as she slowly pushes more of his cock into her mouth, her lips wrapped tight around his shaft as her fingers slide over the portion of his manhood she couldn't fit in her mouth.

"All of it," Richard demands, thrusting his hips forward, forcing the last couple of inches of his cock into her mouth. "If you're going to be my fuck toy, you'll have to learn how to deep throat my cock."

Mrs. Reeds moans as the large cock slides completely into her mouth, the large tip touching the entrance to her throat as she begins to suck harder. Her hand rests on Richard's waist as her lips are wrapped around the base of his cock, her long blonde hair falling down to hide her face as she sucks intently on the throbbing cock in her mouth. 

"That's perfect, Mrs. Reeds." Richard moans softly as her mouth moves along the length of his shaft. "You do that very well, you are a natural born cock sucker aren't you, Stacy?"

Stacy squirms in her chair, embarrassed but secretly pleased at his praise as she moves her mouth along his cock, the dark skin glistening with her saliva. "yes... I... I... was born a black cock sucker..." Stacy moans softly as she lets his cock slip from between her lips, her fingers stroking him as she looks up at Mr. Cashell in complete submission. 

"That's right; you're my little white fuck toy." Richard says with pride as his large rough hand moves down to cup her chin. "Would my little slut like to be fucked now?"

"I... I.. am ready.. Mr. Cashell..." The defeated teacher whispers softly in shame, humiliated at the desire running through her slender body. "Please...please fuck me." She pleads, her blue eyes locked onto his brown ones. 

Richard laughs as he hears the formerly prim and proper wife and mother beg him to fuck her. "Let me see what a good little slut you are now, Mrs. Reeds. I want you to ride my cock, prove to me that you're really my fuck toy." He tells her as his hands grip her shoulders, lifting her out of her chair as he sits on the edge of her desk. "Show me how much you want my cock," he whispers as he pulls her close to him, his fingers slipping into the leg hole of her panties, pulling them aside to expose her pussy. 

Stacy flushes at his instructions even as her hands grip the hem of her skirt, pulling it up as she stands close to Richard. Placing one foot next to his, Mrs. Reeds raises her other leg, letting her foot rest on the edge of her desk as she spreads her legs, straddling his body. Her body trembles as he leans forward, his breath hot on her neck as he grips her ankle, steadying her foot on the desk. 

"Beg for it, Mrs. Reeds." He whispers softly, his lips brushing against her ear as he inhales the light scent of her shampoo. "I want to hear how much you want my cock in your pussy." He tells her as he positions the head of his cock against the warm wet folds of her sex.

"Please... Mr. Cashell... fuck my white pussy with your big black cock..." Stacy whimpers, closing her eyes in shame as she thrusts her hips toward him, offering her married pussy to be abused as he saw fit.

"You want my big cock in your slutty white pussy, Mrs. Reeds?" Richard hisses in her ear as his hand moves down to grip her ass through her skirt. "Does your hot little cunt want me to pound my black cock deep inside you?"

"Yes... please, sir." Stacy moans as she tries to lower herself down onto the swollen head of his cock. "Please use me, fuck your little white fuck toy."

"Of course, my slut," Richard tells her, his hips thrusting forward, his cock slamming deep into Mrs. Reeds' pussy. 

"Ahhhhaaaa... Mr. Cashell..." Stacy moans softly, leaning forward as she grinds her pussy hard against the invading cock. "Ahhhh... it's so... so big... ahhhhhaaaaa... so...good." She moans as her hands grip his shoulders, her head falling forward to rest on his chest.


Mr. Cashell Cleans Up Ch. 02



Stacy slowly stood up, her legs feeling weak as she looked around the deserted classroom, her eyes drawn to the doorway where Mr. Cashell had just left. "He raped me..." She whispered softly to herself, her mind struggling to comprehend what had just happened to her. "I've... I've been raped," She said a little louder, her hands running over her rumpled and wrinkled clothes. Her fingers run down over her skirt, gripping the crotch of her panties and pulling them back into place, her breath catching at the sudden wave of pleasure that runs through her. "I... I came." She confessed to herself, hating the memory of how Richard had used her, excited her even as he raped her. "I or...orgasmed while he raped me," the stunned teacher and mother admitted as she sat down at her desk, her fingers slowly buttoning her blouse. Feeling confused Stacy picked up her briefcase and left the room, her hands pulling the hem of her skirt down over her knees as she switched the classroom light off for the night.

On the drive home she was determined to tell John about what had happened, he'd know what to do, he'd help her confront Richard, help her face the police. He was always there to help her, he supported her, but he didn't excite her... not like Richard had. Stacy cursed herself as the thought repeated itself through her head, wondering when she'd become so depraved that the best sex she'd ever had was when she was raped, treated like a piece of meat. "Goddamn him," Stacy cursed as she drove.

Stacy claimed a headache that night, ruining John's carefully planned romantic evening and repulsing his amorous advances later that night in bed. Stacy lay there, her back to her husband as she replayed the events of the day in her head, feeling Richard's rough hands caressing the most intimate areas of her body, using her mouth and pussy like a common whore's. It was with shameful chagrin that Stacy felt the moistness between her legs as she thought about the janitor pinning her against the blackboard, his large cock stretching her as he fucked her from behind. "God..." Stacy sobbed in tears as she tried to deny her arousal, burying her face in her pillow and praying for sleep.

The next morning, Stacy left early, hoping to avoid seeing John as he prepared for work, claiming a meeting as a way to dodge his questions about last night. The day passed quickly, her mind so focused on teaching her students that she didn't even think of Mr. Cashell until the final bell rang, dismissing school for the day. Mrs. Reeds felt her pulse speed up, her eyes running over the students as they filed quickly out of the room, leaving her alone. 'He said he'd meet me after school,' Stacy thought to herself, 'I can just leave early and he won't be able to... to rape me again.' She started to gather up the papers strewn about her desk, determined to leave before Richard arrived, before she had to confront him again. As she was pushing the last of the papers into her briefcase a noise drew her attention to the door.

"Hello, Mrs. Reeds." Richard said with a broad smile as he entered her classroom, pulling the door shut behind him, pulling the shade on the window as his eyes ran over her slender form.

"Richa... Mr. Cashell," Stacy replied, not wanting to call him by his name. Better keep it formal, Stacy thought to herself, hating the small shiver of anticipation that ran up her spine as the large black janitor moved further into the room. "I... I really need to get going... I've... I've got an appointment." Mrs. Reeds said, her eyes refusing to meet his, afraid to see the scorn in his large brown eyes.

"Yeah, you do, Mrs. Reeds." Richard replied in his soft voice as he walked through the neat rows of desks towards her. "You've got an appointment with a concerned student; he's in the hallway right now."

"Wha... what do you mean?" Mrs. Reeds asked her eyes filled with confusion as she struggled to comprehend what Mr. Cashell was getting at. She had expected him to rape her but not to discuss a student.

"Jacob Clark is out in the hall, Mrs. Reeds." Richard told her with a small smile, "He wants to talk to you about his schoolwork."

"But... Jacob isn't in my class," Stacy stammered completely bewildered. Jacob Clark was the star quarterback on the football team and as a senior had his pick of colleges lining up with scholarships for him. "What... what does he want to talk to me about?" Mrs. Reeds asked, a sudden dreadful thought crossing her mind.

"About you being such a hot piece of ass, Mrs. Reeds," A voice spoke from the door, drawing Stacy's glance as she saw a young black man step into the room, pulling the door shut behind him, the sound of the lock echoing loudly in the sudden silent room.

"Wha... what did you just say to me?" Stacy asked indignant that a student would dare to say something like that to her. "I don't care if you are the football team's hero, Mr. Clark, talk to me like that again and I'll have you expelled."

"I don't think so, Stacy." Jacob said with a cocky smile as he moved to perch on the edge of one desk. "You see, Mr. Cashell told me about you."

"Oh... oh, god." Stacy stammered, her eyes going wide in shock as she glanced between the student and janitor as they confronted her with similar smiles. "You can't... you don't... please..."

"You see, Mr. Cashell caught me spying on you at lunch today. I was standing in the stairwell as you went down to the cafeteria, I found this spot where I could see up your skirt perfectly. Anyway, Mr. Cashell saw me checking you out and told me I could have you." Jacob explained, climbing off the desk and slowly approaching the stunned teacher. "I've waited a long time for this, Mrs. Reeds." He told her, his hand reaching out to run through her long blond hair. 

"Don't... don't do this, Jacob." Stacy pleaded, her legs feeling weak as she saw the cruel smile on Mr. Cashell's face as he took a seat in the back row, his feet resting across the top of the desk as he watched her predicament. "Please don't..." She gasped as the young man's hand moved from her hair to lightly caress her cheek.

"I've wanted you ever since I first came to this school," Jacob told her softly, his fingers running over her soft skin, traveling down along her jaw. "I've jerked off watching you walk through the hallways, Mrs. Reeds. I've hidden in the stairways waiting for you to walk down them just so I could get a peek up your skirt. For the last four years I've been watching you, dreaming of you and now, now I've got the chance to have you. I'm not going to let this chance go by." 

"Please, Jacob, please..." Stacy gasped, feeling the young man's fingers slide gently down her neck, resting on the collar of her blouse. "You're friends with Mike, you're friends with my son, you can't do this to me... please."

"Mrs. Reeds," Jacob told her softly, leaning in close to her, his hand sliding down the front of her blouse, his fingers toying with the small pearl buttons as he whispered softly to her. "The reason, the only reason, I became friends with Mike was so I could be close to you. All those times I was over to your house visiting your son I was wishing I could fuck you."

"Oh..." Stacy gasps, her blue eyes filled with shock as she sees the unhidden lust in the young man's eyes, her body trembling as she feels his hand sliding over the silky material of her blouse, his fingers resting lightly on her stomach. "Jacob..."

"Call me Mr. Clark or sir," the young man insisted, his lips barely brushing against her cheek as his hand slid down, his fingers slipping into the waist of her skirt. 

"No..." Stacy moaned trying to squirm away from the student's groping hand as he pushed it further into her skirt, his fingers sliding over the front of her panties, feeling the mound of her sex through the soft cotton fabric. "Don't..." She pleaded, her eyes going from Jacob to Mr. Cashell as he sat at the back of the room, his eyes filled with silent laughter as he watched her being molested by the young man. "Please... Mr. Ca... Richard, please make him stop..." She begged the large black janitor as she felt the young man's hand cup her sex, feeling the heat of her pussy through her panties.

"What color are your panties, Mrs. Reeds?" Jacob asked, his fingers roughly massaging her through her underwear. "Are they white today or your favorite color, light blue?"

"How... how did you know I like... light blue?" Stacy gasps, trying to ignore the faint pleasurable sensations of his fingers moving over the soft mound of her sex.

"I peeked, Mrs. Reeds." Jacob told her smugly, smirking at the shame and surprise in her eyes. "I've been through your lingerie drawer numerous times when I was over at your house visiting Mike, I've even seen the toys you keep way in the back of the drawer. Now what color are they today, Stacy?"

"Oh... please... no..." The shocked wife and mother said softly, shaking her head slightly as she realized that the young man in front of her had seen the most intimate details of her life, he'd peeked into things that she didn't even show her husband. 

"What color, Mrs. Reeds?" Jacob asked again, his hand sliding down between her thighs, his fingers squeezing the soft puffy lips of her pussy together as she squirmed uncomfortably in front of him.

"White... my panties are white... with little blue... blue roses..." Stacy moaned, turning her head to stare at the blackboard, avoiding Jacob's scornful eyes as she felt the damp heat radiating from her crotch.

"Oh, those sound so cute, Mrs. Reeds. I don't think I've seen those before." Jacob told her in a cheerful voice. "When did you get them?"

"Last... last night." Stacy told the student, still avoiding his gaze her eyes roaming around the room as she tries to block out the growing arousal that is seeping slowly throughout her body. "John... Mr. Reeds gave them to me as a special gift..."

"Did you model them for John? Did you let him see you in your cute new panties, Mrs. Reeds? Did you give a private little fashion show for your husband before you fucked him last night?" Jacob asked her, Mr. Cashell leaning forward at his desk listening intently for her answer.

"N...no," Stacy moans, "I... I didn't show him my panties... I... I didn't fu... have sex with him." The married teacher feels humiliated and relieved as she sees Mr. Cashell nod his head approvingly at hearing this. 

"Why? Why didn't you fuck your husband last night?" Richard asks his voice soft as his eyes watch her carefully.

"I... I didn't feel well," Stacy gasped, "I... I had a headache."

"It wasn't because you're my pussy now, was it, Mrs. Reeds?" Mr. Cashell asked, "That you're my little white fuck toy and you only fuck who I tell you to. That was the real reason wasn't it, Stacy?"

"No..." Stacy moaned, feeling her face flush in humiliation as the two black men watched her, feeling a flush of arousal seeping through her body at the janitor's degrading words. "I... I had a... headache." Stacy almost whined as her hips bucked against the student's groping hand.

"Damn, Richard, you were right," Jacob said over his shoulder as his fingers felt the growing wet spot on her panties, "Mrs. Reeds really is a hot pussy. This slut is already getting wet; her pussy is all damp and hot, craving some hard black cock. Isn't that right, Stacy?"

"No..." Stacy moaned, closing her eyes as the young man's fingers pressed the soggy cotton of her panties into the crevice formed by her labia. "I'm... not... wet." She gasped, ashamed at the need to deny it even as her body filled with arousal.

"If your pussy isn't getting wet," Jacob told her, his breath hot on her cheek as his fingers slid over the cotton of her panties, "you must have pissed yourself. Is that it, Mrs. Reeds? You've pissed yourself, wet your panties and you're too ashamed to admit it?"

"No..." The humiliated teacher moaned, biting her lip as she tried to regain control over her body, struggling to capture some of her dignity. "I... no..."

"I guess there's only one way to know for sure," Jacob announced with a knowing smile towards Mr. Cashell. "Looks like I'll have to inspect your panties, Mrs. Reeds, to make sure you're not aroused," the young black man sneered in her ear as his hand slid out of her skirt, her crotch feeling suddenly empty without his groping fingers.

"Please don't... please, Jacob." Stacy moaned as her son's friend knelt in front of her, his hands resting lightly on her hips as he pressed her back against her desk.

"Call me Mr. Clark," The young man instructed her, pressing one large hand against the inside of her knee, pushing her legs apart as she stood there in humiliation, watching him with a mixture of fear and anticipation. "Or Sir."

"No... please si...sir." Mrs. Reeds sobbed as her legs were spread wide, her conservative blue skirt hiking up over her bare thighs as she looked down at her young rapist. "Please don't, Mr. Clark."

"I've waited too long for this not to do it, Mrs. Reeds," the young student replied, his dark hands sliding up over the pale skin of her legs, pushing her skirt higher until it was gathered just below her crotch. "God," Jacob exclaimed under his breath as he ducked his head lower, gazing up into the shadows formed by her skirt, "You're panties are soaked, maybe you did have an accident and wet yourself Mrs. Reeds."

Stacy just whimpered softly as looked down at the young man holding her legs apart, his mocking eyes causing her to shiver as he slowly leaned his head forward. "Oh, Mrs. Reeds," Jacob sighed in contentment, his nose pressed firmly against the damp center of her panties as he inhaled deeply, savoring her most intimate of scents. "Definitely doesn't smell like piss, Mr. Cashell," the young man reported, glancing back over his shoulder to his audience, "I think your fuck toy might be secretly enjoying this."

"Is that true, Mrs. Reeds?" Richard asked, slowly standing and walking over to stand behind her desk, leaning to whisper in her ear as she leaned against the front edge. "Tell us the truth, Stacy. You're wet, your married white pussy is soaking wet in preparation for one of our hard black cocks. You want us to fuck you, to rape your conservative white cunt. Admit it, Mrs. Reeds." 

"No...please..." Stacy sobbed softly, shaking her head in denial as she heard the large janitor's degrading words. "Don't... AHHHH!" She cries out, her back arching in pleasure as Jacob suddenly pulls aside the crotch of her panties, thrusting two fingers deep into her wet pussy.

"Damn, she's a slut." Jacob comments with a slight grin as he begins to stroke his fingers into her tight, wet pussy. "You're just a cock hungry whore, aren't you, Mrs. Reeds? Does the whore want her pussy filled with a hard cock?"

"N...no..." Stacy moans, her hips thrusting against the young black man's fingers trying to drive them further into her needy pussy. 

"Don't lie, Stacy." Richard hisses in her ear as his large hands reach around from behind her, sliding over the silky material of her blouse to grip her heaving breasts. "I know you want a hard cock in that tight pussy of yours," He whispered in her ear as his fingers roughly knead the soft flesh of her tits, feeling her hard nipples pressing through her bra and into his palms. "You're my little white cock slut, Stacy. Say it. Say that you're my little white cock slut and you need to be fucked. Say it, Stacy." 

"Ohhh..." Mrs. Reeds moaned in shame, her body on fire with the stimulation of two sets of hands, her mind trying to resist the overpowering urge to give in to Richard's words. "I... I'm...I'm your little white..."

"Say it," Mr. Cashell hissed, his fingers rubbing small circles around her nipples, prodding the hard nub to poke further through her blouse.

"God...." Stacy sighed as Jacob's fingers stroked the tender inner walls of her sex, hitting the most sensitive spot with practiced ease. "I'm your little white... cock slut... I... I need to be fucked...please..." The humiliated wife and mother gasped, her hips gyrating against Jacob's hand as she surrendered to her lust. "Please... Mr. Cashell... please, sir... let your fuck toy have a hard cock in her slutty pussy."

"You heard her, Jacob." Richard announced, his hands sliding off her breasts to grip her under her arms, lifting her up and sliding her backwards over her desk. "Let's give Mrs. Reeds what she needs."

"Right, about time I get some of this hot pussy." The young student replied as he helped lift her up onto the desk, his hands sliding down to pull Stacy's panties off her legs as Mr. Cashell directed her to lay back. 

"Please..." Mrs. Reeds moaned, lying back across her desk, her head hanging off the side as she feels the young man's hands sliding over her spread thighs, "Please... use your fuck toy."

"Oh, I've dreamt of hearing you say that, Mrs. Reeds. Hearing the prim and proper Stacy Reeds begging for my cock," Jacob pants as he hurriedly unzips his pants, his free hand sliding up and down the soft skin of her leg.

"Very good, fuck toy." Richard compliments her softly as his large hands grip the collar of her blouse, ripping it open to reveal her heaving breasts in the white and blue bra. "We'll make a proper slut out of you yet, Stacy," He chuckles, his hands sliding down her chest to cup the soft mounds of her tits, his fingers roughly toying with the hardened nipples.

"Ahh-ah," Stacy moans, her back arching up off the desk, pressing more of her sensitive flesh into the janitor's large calloused hands, her eyes filled with tears of humiliation as she spread her legs wider, giving the young man fuller access to her wet pussy.

"Goddamn, she's wet." Jacob whistles in amazement as his fingers slide down over the soft wet lips of her pussy, feeling Stacy buck her hips towards him impatiently. "You must really want to get fucked, don't you, Mrs. Reeds?"

"Oh god! Please..." Stacy moans, hating to admit her arousal even as she hears herself beg for the two men to rape her, to use her as nothing more then a whore. "I... I need... need to be fucked." She gasps her voice barely a whisper on the last word.

"That's a good slut, Stacy." Richard tells her with a soft smile as his hands slide off her heaving breasts to the fly of his coveralls, quickly freeing his throbbing erection. "Now, Mrs. Reeds," He says, his large cock dangling in front of her face as she lays across the desk, "a real whore would know what to do now. Are you a real whore, my little fuck toy? Show me how much of a whore you are and Jacob will give you what you want so badly."

"Oh...please," Stacy moans, her hands reaching out, her fingers gently tracing along the thick veined shaft of his cock as she guides Mr. Cashell into her open and eager mouth. Stacy can only imagine the sight she makes as she lays spread eagle on her desk, her clothes in disarray as she eagerly blows the school janitor. Embarrassment wells up inside her as she pictures the expression of shock and horror on her husband's face if he ever found her like this. Closing her eyes, Stacy focuses on the hard cock in her mouth, her tongue swirling around it as her fingers reach down to cup Richard's large heavy testicles.

"Mmm, God," Richard moans softly, his hands cupping the back of Mrs. Reeds head as she continues to suck him off. "You sure know how to suck cock, Stacy. You deep throat my black cock like a true pro, like the cheap white little slut you are. Jacob, why don't you give this slut what she wants." Mr. Cashell instructs the young student, laughing at the sudden blush of embarrassment on Mrs. Reeds face at his words.

"'Bout time," Jacob mumbles softly as he steps in closer between the teacher's wide spread thighs, the warm head of his cock brushing against her legs as his hands slide up to grip her hips. "I've been dreaming of this moment for years, Mrs. Reeds." He announces as he lifts her off the desk, the thick veined shaft of his cock pressing against the moist lips of her pussy.




Mr. Cashell Cleans Up Ch. 02



Stacy moans around the large cock in her mouth, her breath catching as she feels the young man thrust himself deep into her married pussy, stretching her in a painfully pleasurable way. 'He must be huge, he's larger then Mr. Cashell,' The wife and mother thinks to herself as her tongue swirls around Mr. Cashell's cock, her hips bucking back towards Jacob, driving more of his enormous cock into her.

"Damn, she's loving this." The young man announces in amazement, bucking his hips forward forcing his cock deeper into Mrs. Reeds' tight pussy. "Don't think she's ever been fucked like this," he says.

"She's a very good slut," Richard agrees breathlessly, his hands toying with her heaving breasts as she continues to suck him, her hands stroking the portion of his cock that she can't fit into her mouth. "Did you hear that, Mrs. Reeds? You're a good little fuck toy, aren't you?" He taunts her even as she sucks harder on his cock, her fingers stroking him faster.

Stacy kept her eyes closed, her face red in humiliation as she felt herself become even more aroused at their taunting words, hating the fact that she found herself craving their approval. She had never felt so aroused, so turned on as she did now having the two men use her for their own pleasure, filling her pussy and mouth with their hard cocks. 

"You're a good cocksucker, Mrs. Reeds." Richard moans, his fingers pulling on her erect nipples as he felt the pressure building in his testicles. 

"Damn, she's got one fine pussy," Jacob Clark moans, thrusting hard into her, the length of his large cock plunging deeper into her married pussy then any man ever has. "Never imagined Mrs. Reeds would be such a whore," He laughs as he continued to fuck the married teacher, his hands sliding under her to grip the soft flesh of her ass. "I wonder if she's ever been fucked in her sweet ass," The young student taunts her, his finger sliding down to stroke the tight opening of her ass.

Stacy squirmed as she felt his finger pressing insistently against her asshole, slowly slipping into her as Jacob continued to fuck her. She had never been this aroused before and she hated that fact, she was being raped but she couldn't deny the pleasure the two men were giving her. Every inch of her body seemed to be on fire, her skin was ultra sensitive as their hands roughly caressed it, her revulsion at her situation slowly being replaced with incredible pleasure.

"Oh, yeah, I'm cumming...." Richard announced in a hoarse voice, his hard cock bucking in Mrs. Reeds' mouth as ribbon after ribbon of his hot sticky seed slid into her throat. "Drink it, Stacy, drink all of my cum." Mr. Cashell encouraged her needlessly as Mrs. Reeds sucked eagerly at his ejaculating cock, her tongue swirling around the head so as not to miss any.

"Oh, that was a good little slut," Richard pants, smiling down at the embarrassed teacher as she lets his spent cock slip from between her lips, her blue eyes filled with shame at her wanton actions as she looks up at him. "Are you enjoying this, Mrs. Reeds?" He asks, his hands sliding over her heaving breasts as the tormented teacher gasps at one particularly deep thrust of Jacob's cock. 

"Ah... please...." Stacy moans, her eyes filled with shame as she pants in time with the young man's thrusting cock, her hips thrusting back against him as she feels an orgasm approaching. "Oh... god..." She pants, arching her back, lifting herself up off the desk to give Jacob fuller access to her needy pussy.

"Are you a good little fuck toy, Stacy?" Richard asks as he bends down, his lips brushing against the side of her face as she moans longingly. 

"Yes...yes, I'm a good little fuck toy..." Mrs. Reeds moans, biting her lip as her hands cover his, pressing them harder against the soft mounds of her breasts. "Oh... oh... I'm... I'm going to...." Stacy panted, her words lost as she cries out, her entire body seeming to contract as she orgasms. She loses herself to the thundering waves of pleasure, her back arching until she is almost folded in half as her pussy clenches around Jacob's massive cock.

"Fuck..." the young man gasps, thrusting his hips hard against the spasming body of his friend's mother, pushing his cock deeper into her tight cunt. "Ohhh, Mrs. Reeds, that's sooo good. You really are as hot a piece of ass as Mr. Cashell told me," Jacob said as he felt her begin to relax, thrusting his cock into her at a slow leisurely pace trying to prolong his pleasure until he could stand it anymore. "Argh, oh yeah, I'm cumming, Mrs. Reeds. I'm cumming!" 

"No..." Stacy moaned even as her legs wrapped themselves around the young man's slender waist, pulling him tighter to her. "Not... not in me..." she protested weakly as she felt the young man's hot seed fill her fertile womb. "Please..."

"Yes, inside you, Mrs. Reeds." Richard says with a smile, his hands running over face, smoothing the hair from her sweat covered forehead. "A good little fuck toy always lets a man cum in her," He told her with a whisper, his hands sliding down across her neck and chest to fondle her heaving breasts. "And you are a good fuck toy, aren't you Stacy?"

"Ye...yes," Stacy whispered softly as she felt Jacob's large cock slip from her pussy, leaving her feeling suddenly very empty. She couldn't help but to glance quickly at his sagging manhood, noting almost clinically that it was nearly twice as long as her husbands. "I'm a good fuck toy," the exhausted teacher assured the men as she slowly sat up, her arms and legs feeling weak from her exertions, "but... but I don't... I could... I could get pregnant."

"Damn, now that would be embarrassing, wouldn't it, Mrs. Reeds?" Jacob asked with a laugh as he tucked his now soft penis back into his pants. "Bet that'd be an interesting conversation between you and John when he discovers you're having a black baby." 

"Yeah," Richard agrees as he too does up his fly, "she'd have to tell him that she's become a black man's fuck toy. Wonder how your husband would react to that, Mrs. Reeds? Maybe I should give him a call and see how he takes the news..." Mr. Cashell suggested as he watched the expression on Stacy's face.

"No!! Please... sir, I'll... I'll do anything..." the abused teacher pleaded, the image of her happy home being destroyed by one phone call.

"Oh, I know you will, Stacy, I know that you'll do anything," the janitor told her as he patted her reassuringly on the head. "You will do anything I tell you to not only because your home and your happiness depend on it, but also because as much as you fight it you are aroused by being my slut."

"No... no..." Stacy denied softly, shaking her head slightly even as she inwardly realized the truth of his statement. She was aroused, excited by the thought of being under his command even as it humiliated her to submit to him, to his depraved wishes.

"Yes, Mrs. Reeds, you know the truth," Richard told her softly, his large calloused fingers cupping her chin and turning her head to face him. "You are my slut, my little white fuck toy; because it excites you and that's why tomorrow night you will make an excuse to your husband and meet me at this address." He told her, placing a small business card on the desk beside her. "Do you understand?"

"Ye...yes, sir." Stacy answered softly, her eyes looking up into his, "Tomorrow night."

"Be there by 7:00," Richard told her as he started towards the door, ushering Jacob in front of him. "Oh, and Mrs. Reeds," He paused in the doorway, looking back at the disheveled woman as she sat on her desk, "wear something sexy without a lot of buttons, they take too much time to undo." He told her with a laugh as he stepped into the hall, shutting the door of her classroom behind him.



Mr. Cashell Cleans Up Ch. 03



Stacy sat on her desk, her fingers combing through her disheveled hair as she stared at the door of her classroom, the door her two tormentors had just left by. Her fingers slide through her tangled blonde hair, down over her cheek and across the bare expanse of her breast feeling the faint sheen of sweat on her skin. "Damn them," she whispered vehemently after a few seconds, "goddamn them." She hissed as she slowly stood up, her legs feeling weak as she tried to smooth her skirt down over her thighs, hating the empty feeling that seemed to radiate from her damp pussy. 

"Damn," She repeated softly, her fingers trying to hold the two halves of her blouse together as she gazed around the empty classroom. She hated them, hated what they had done to her, but more she hated the fact that she had enjoyed it, had been aroused, had orgasmed. "What... what's happening to me?" She asked herself tearfully as she gathered her scattered belongings and hurried from the room, hoping she wasn't spotted in the halls. Her torn blouse and wrinkled clothes would be hard to explain if another teacher spotted her as she walked quickly to her car. She was just fitting her key into the ignition when she heard the one thing she dreaded the most. 

"Mrs. Reeds? Stacy? Are you alright?" A man's voice asked full of concern. 

"Huh?" Stacy said, looking up to see Mr. McCulloch, the school principal walking towards her across the parking lot. "Uh... yeah... I'm fine... just tired..." She replied, hoping that he wouldn't come closer, close enough to see the disreputable state of her clothes. "It was... it was a hard day." 

"Well, my dear," Mr. McCulloch replied with a smile as he walked to the side of her car, leaning down to peer in at her. His eyes seemed to run over her, catching every detail as she sat there wondering what to say to him. "If you have another... hard... day, Mrs. Reeds, remember my door is always open to you." He told her with a comforting smile, his hand reaching in to cover hers as it rested on the steering wheel. "Any hour of the day, Stacy , my door is always open," He assured her, his eyes drawn to the gaping collar of her blouse, his gaze feeling almost like a caress as his eyes ran down over the exposed flesh of her chest.

"Uh... thank you, Mr. McCulloch," Stacy stammered, pulling her hand from under his as she started her car. "I... I'll remember that...I'm really late so I'd better be going..." 

"Very well, Stacy , but please call me Phil." The school principal told her with a lecherous smile as he took one last look at her exposed cleavage before standing up. "We've been working together long enough so you can call me Phil, Mr. McCulloch is what the students that are in trouble call me." 

"Oh... okay, Mr... Phil," Mrs. Reeds replied, flashing him a weak smile before backing out of her parking space and hurrying out of the parking lot. "God, not him too," Stacy muttered to herself as she drove, remembering the lecherous glances of Mr. McCulloch. She'd known Phil for years, he'd always seemed like a kindly father or uncle to her, making sure she was happy and nothing was bothering her but the way he'd just been looking at her after all she'd been through made her wonder exactly what his intentions were. All thoughts of Phil were pushed from her mind as she pulled into the driveway of her house to see Jacob Clark's car parked there. 

"Please... god... no..." Stacy moaned softly, feeling tears building in her eyes as she stared at the car parked in front of her. "Not... not him, not now..." She prayed as she slowly, reluctantly, climbed out of her car and walked toward her house, a liquid feeling deep in her stomach as she tried to decide how she was going to face Jacob. 

"He...hello?" Mrs. Reeds called out as she stepped into the silent house, wondering where everyone was. John should have been home hours ago and Mike and Jacob should by all rights be lounging around the living room listening to loud music and laughing. The dead silence of the house frightened her even more then seeing Jacob's laughing, taunting face. "John? Mike?" She called walking into the darkened kitchen to see a note taped to the stove. 

Went to get pizza- back in a bit, 

J + M 

Stacy read as she stood in the middle of the darkened kitchen, her hand still clutching her torn blouse together. "No one's here..." She breathed in relief, sinking down into a chair. 

"Oh, I don't know about that, Stacy ," Jacob told her with a smug smile as he stepped into the room from the living room. "I decided to stay here and have another look through your lingerie drawer," He told her as he moved over to the table, sliding into the chair beside her. 

"Ja... Jacob...what... what do you want?" Stacy asked softly, cursing herself as she felt herself avoiding his eyes, her fingers fumbling with the edges of her blouse. "I... they... John should be back soon..." She told the young man, hoping, praying that her husband and son would return soon. 

"No, Mrs. Reeds," Jacob told her with a knowing grin, "they won't be back for some time, I'm afraid. You see by the time they get to the pizza parlor, the order will only just been phoned in so they'll have to wait while it's made. So we should have some good quality time together," the young black man told her, his hand sliding under the table to rest on her knee. 

"Jacob...no..." Stacy moaned as she tried to move her leg away from his groping hand, standing up and backing away from the table. "Didn't... haven't you... you already... already fucked me once today... not here... not in my own house..." Mrs. Reeds protested softly, her eyes watching her son's friend as he slowly approached her. 

"Oh, I think that'd add a whole extra layer of excitement," Jacob said, looking at the table thoughtfully as if the idea of taking her bent across it had just occurred to him. "I bet you'd love that, wouldn't you, Mrs. Reeds? Being laid down across the family dining table, your slutty pussy being stuffed with a large black cock. I bet you'd cum almost instantly, you slut." The young football player told her as he continued to slowly approach her, smiling as she backed against the counter, halting her slow retreat. "But that's not what I had in mind, my dear." He whispered to her softly, his hand reaching out to cup her chin gently. 

"Wha...what do you want?" Stacy asked softly, trembling slightly as his large finger traced over her bottom lip. He was so close to her, his muscular form pressing her tight against the counter as she felt the hard bulge of his erection rubbing against her hip. 

"Well, Mrs. Reeds, I saw how you sucked Richard's cock this afternoon," Jacob stated, his finger rubbing across her full lip slowly as he left the rest of his thought unsaid. 

"You... you mean, you want me to..." Stacy gasped, her eyes sliding down between them towards the obvious tent in his pants. "Right here? But John... Mike... they could, they might see..." 

"Not if you hurry up, Stacy . They will not be home for a while; I only called the order in when I heard your car in the driveway. It'll probably take them almost an hour to get back here," Jacob assured her, his finger sliding slowly down her chin and neck, "so we've got plenty of time together." He told her, leaning in close to her, his nose buried in her disheveled hair as he inhaled her scent, his fingers sliding ever lower, pushing her blouse open. 

"No... please..." Stacy moaned softly, hating how her body was reacting to his nearness, the way his fingers were lightly caressing her soft skin. "I... I can't..." She gasped as his hand gently cupped one heaving breast, his thumb brushing against the hard projection of her nipple. 

"Oh, yes, you can, Mrs. Reeds." Jacob told her in a firm voice, his fingers closing around her hard nipple, pinching it slightly as he tugged on it. "Or at least, you better, unless you want John and Mike to come home to find you bent over the table being fucked like the whore you are." 

"I... I..." Stacy stammered, shaking her head slightly even as the image of her husband's shocked and outraged face flashed through her mind. "o...okay," She finally consented, her cheeks flushed red in shame as she slowly slid down to her knees in front of her son's friend. "You... you can't... you can't tell anyone..." Stacy begs looking up at him as her hands begin to undo his pants, her fingers fumbling with the fly as she tried to ignore the sudden moisture in her panties. I'm not aroused by this, I can't be, Stacy swore to herself as she finally managed to get his pants undone, her hand slipping in to gently pull his large cock out. Once again Stacy was amazed at the size of Jacob's cock as her eyes ran over every inch, tracing the thick veins with her fingers as she felt as she felt his fingers grip her hair, pulling her towards him slowly. "Please..." She pleaded once more before she felt the large mushroom head of his cock brush against her full lips. 

"I'll do as I see fit, Mrs. Reeds." Jacob told her simply, sighing softly in pleasure as she took him into her mouth, her tongue caressing the underside of his cock as her hands rested against his thighs. "Hmm, Uncle Richard was right, you do know how to give a fine fucking blow job." The young man told her, his hand resting on the top of her head guiding her mouth along his shaft. 

Uncle Richard??! Mr. Cashell is Jacob's uncle? Stacy wondered to herself, wanting to question her young tormentor but lacking the courage, focusing instead on the large cock in her mouth. She hated herself for allowing Jacob to use her this way even as she felt a small flush of pleasure at his compliment on her oral skills. Why? How can I be aroused? How sick can I be if I get wet from having him force me to suck his cock? The humiliated wife wondered as her tongue swirled over the head of his cock, the heat and moisture centered between her legs filling her with shame. She knew the center of her new panties would be dark with moisture, the damp fabric clinging to the mound of her sex, the puffy lips of her pussy clearly visible through the wet cloth. At least Jacob doesn't know, doesn't realize how much of a... a slut... I've become, Stacy thought to herself, ashamed at the burning heat and need that flowed from between her legs. 

"Oh, you're such a good slut, Mrs. Reeds," Jacob told her softly, his fingers combing through her hair as he unwittingly echoed her thoughts, "I bet that lovely pussy is just flooded by now. Isn't it, Stacy? Let me see your panties, let's see if your cunt is as flooded as I think it is." The young man tells her, his voice soft and husky with the pleasure he was receiving from her mouth. 

"Mmmm," Stacy moaned in humiliation, looking up at him with large pleading eyes even as her hand gripped the edge of her skirt, drawing it up over her thighs as she slowly spread her legs, exposing the wet center of her panties to his gaze. Why? Why can't I resist? She asked herself even as she felt herself become even wetter as the young man gazed down at her exposed panties. 

"I knew it, Mrs. Reeds; I just knew your slutty little pussy would be all wet and ready for a good hard fucking." Jacob taunted her as he thrust his hips forward, forcing more of his large cock into her mouth. He heard her gag slightly as the tip of his cock slid into her throat, holding it there until she got used to it. "That's a good slut, Stacy. You're a good little fuck toy, aren't you?" 

Stacy gasped in shame as she looked up at her young tormentor, nodding her head slightly in agreement to his words as she felt a flush of heat surge through her crotch. Her tongue stretched out, licking the thick drops of pre-cum from the mushroom head of his cock as her fingers lightly caressed the hot shaft. How? Why does he hold this power over me? How'd I come to this? 

"Oh, you're such a good cocksucker, Mrs. Reeds," Jacob sighed, his fingers sliding down to caress the soft skin of her cheek as she continued to lavish affection on his swollen manhood. "I'm not sure which I've enjoyed fucking more, your tight little cunt or your luscious mouth." The young man told her, smiling at the fresh blush his words brought to the attractive teacher's cheeks. "You probably want me to fuck you don't you, Stacy? You're little pussy is all hot and wet, craving a hard cock right now and you don't care who's it is as long as you get something inside you. Isn't that right, Mrs. Reeds?"

"Ye...Yes," Stacy admitted softly, lifting her mouth from his cock as she looked up at Jacob in shame, hating the words even as she says them. "Please... please, Jacob, please fuck me." The humiliated wife and mother begged, "Please, I need... I need you to fuck me. Please, Mr. Clark, please use your fuck toy." 

"Oh, Mrs. Reeds, I would love to." Jacob replied softly, his fingers cupping her chin and tilting her face so she was looking up at him. "I'd love to have my cock in your hot wet pussy once more, to fuck you like the slut you are." 

"Please," Stacy pleaded, spreading her legs wider, offering herself to him even as her mind was filled with disgust at her own actions. "Fuck me..." 

"I would in a second, Stacy." Jacob told her softly, leaning down over her, his hand sliding down her neck and across her chest to fondle one heaving breast. "I'd love to have my cock deep in that tight little cunt of yours again, Mrs. Reeds, but it doesn't belong to me." He whispers in her ear, his fingers toying with the hard nub of her nipple as she looks up at him in shock. 

"What...?" Stacy gaped at him, her large blue eyes filled with confusion as she looked up at her young tormentor. "I... I don't understand," The wife and mother admitted softly, her fingers continuing to caress the hard shaft of his cock as she knelt before him. "Why? Why won't you... won't you fuck me?" 

"Because, Mrs. Reeds, this pussy," Jacob explained, his hand dropping down to cup the damp center of her panties, his fingers sliding over the mound of her sex with a light caress as he continued to speak, "your pussy isn't mine to fuck." 

"You, you mean... Richard," Stacy almost panted, having trouble forming a sentence as all her thoughts were centered on the lovely feelings of his hand as it rested lightly on her pussy. 

"That's right, Stacy ," Jacob told her, his hand sliding down over the wet center of her panties to caress the bare skin of her thigh. "As Mr. Cashell's fuck toy, you don't have a say in who gets to fuck your lovely little pussy. In fact I wouldn't even be here if my uncle hadn't told me I could use your mouth tonight," The young man told her with a slightly sympathetic smile as his hand moved up to cup her chin once more. "Now, Mike and John will probably be back soon, so let's finish up," Jacob told her after a few seconds, his hand drawing her face back towards his crotch. 

"I," Stacy began to protest only to have him thrust his hard cock into her mouth as she opened it to speak. What did I do to deserve this? The tormented wife and mother wondered to herself as she easily took the young man's cock deep into her throat, fighting back a low moan of pleasure as her tongue slid along the veined underside of his cock. Stacy was confused, her mind screaming at the humiliation of her position as she tried not to think exactly how turned on she was at being forced to suck Jacob's cock. She could feel the moisture and heat almost radiating out from the center of her sex, her panties feeling wet and sodden with her desire as she obediently licked around the bulbous head of the young man's erection. "Please... please, I need to be fucked..." Stacy almost sobbed, lifting her eyes to the young man standing over her as she begged. "I'll... I'll do anything for you... just please let me cum, Jacob. Please." 

"Oh, Mrs. Reeds," Jacob chuckled, his fingers tenderly caressing her cheek, "if only I could. I love hearing you beg for my cock like a whore, but Mr. Cashell wouldn't like it if I toyed with his pussy." 

"Please... oh, god, please fuck me..." Stacy pleaded, her hand rapidly stroking the young man's cock, her tongue darting out to lick at the large drops of pre-cum that were oozing from the tip. 

"I can't do that, Mrs. Reeds." Jacob explained patiently, loving the humiliated look on the attractive teacher's face as she eagerly sucked on his cock. "But, I'll tell you what I can do..." 

"Please, Jacob, please, I'll do anything," She interrupted, panting eagerly as she looked up hopefully at her young tormentor. "Just... just let me cum." She almost sobbed. 

"I always knew you'd be a hot whore, Stacy, once you got over your proper attitude," Jacob chuckled as she begged for release. "Here's the deal, Mrs. Reeds, if you can make me cum in the next five minutes, you can play with your pussy until you cum or John and Mike get home. Does that sound good to you?" 

"Yes," Mrs. Reeds gasped, hating how eager her voice sounded to her own ears even as her hand continued to stroke along the length of his cock. "I just want to... I need to cum," She almost whined as she took him once more into her mouth, her tongue tracing over the thick veins of his cock as she looked up at him with humiliated eyes. Stacy focused her attention on pleasuring Jacob, her tongue and mouth moving over his thick cock as she yearned to cum, hoping that she'd be allowed to orgasm before her husband and son returned. 

"Oh, damn, Mrs. Reeds," Jacob moaned, his hand cupping her chin as she vigorously sucked his cock. His back arched, thrusting his hips towards her mouth as his best friend's mother gave him the best blow job of his young life. "I'm going to cum," 

Stacy could only moan, her eyes glancing up pleadingly at the cruel young man as she continued to suck his cock, her own urgent need pushing the last vestiges of her pride aside. The hot wet lust that filled her, radiating out from her crotch, overpowering all her concerns and feelings as she felt the hard cock in her mouth convulse, the thick hot liquid filling her mouth as Jacob orgasmed. Her eyes flickered shut as she quickly swallowed, trying not to gag on the viscous fluid as it slid slowly down her throat. 

"Oh, that was so damned good, Mrs. Reeds," Jacob complimented the humiliated woman as she continued to suck at his deflating cock, her tongue lapping at the head so as not to miss a drop of his semen. "You truly are a cock loving whore, aren't you, Stacy?"

"Please," Stacy gasped, releasing his cock from her sucking mouth, her fingers stroking the shaft as she looked up at him with pleading eyes. "Please, Jacob, please let me cum." The humiliated teacher and mother begged, her eyes filled with tears of shame as she heard the desperate need in her own voice, "Please, I need to cum." 

"Very well, Mrs. Reeds," Jacob chuckled, his hand combing through her disheveled hair, his eyes laughing in delight at the sight of his best friend's mother almost adoringly fondling his cock. "Climb up on the table," Jacob instructed her with a nod of his head. 

"Please," Stacy whined, her overpowering lust warring with the thought of her family returning to discover her in such a compromising position. She could almost see the shock and disgusted look on her husband and son's faces, the horror in their eyes at the wanton slut that was a part of their family. "Please hurry," the humiliated woman gasped as she moved over, perching on the edge of the table, her legs hanging free as she watched the young black man approach her. 

"Show me your pussy, Mrs. Reeds," Jacob told her, hooking one of the chairs, turning it around and straddling it, his laughing eyes running over the tormented teacher. "Hike up your skirt and show me your married pussy, whore." 

"Jacob," Mrs. Reeds whined softly, her fingers lifting the hem of her skirt as she spread her thighs a little wider, slowly exposing the damp center of her panties to his mocking gaze, "please, I need to cum." 




Mr. Cashell Cleans Up Ch. 03



"From the size of that wet spot, I'd say you already did," Jacob laughed, his eyes fixed on the moist dark area of her white panties. "Run your fingers over your panties, Stacy ; let me see the shape of your lovely cunt." 

"John's going to be back soon," the tormented teacher sighed, urging the young man to hurry even as her hand moved up to her panties, her fingers running over the damp cotton tracing the contour of her pussy. It was with a shock of revulsion that Stacy felt how wet she was, her panties flooded with her juices as she displayed herself for this young man. 

"Then you'd better get busy if you want to cum before they get back," Jacob told her with a cruel grin, leaning forward in his chair, his eyes fixed on her damp panties. "I want to see you play with your slutty pussy, Mrs. Reeds. I want to see you make yourself cum for me." 

"No," Stacy moaned, hating how she wanted to comply with his wishes, hating how her body yearned for release. How had she fallen so far under his control in such a short time, she wondered to herself as her fingers continued sliding over the wet center of her panties. Biting her lip to keep from moaning, the tormented teacher hurriedly pulled her panties aside, exposing her wet engorged pussy lips to her son's friend. "Hnnh, god," She gasped, her fingers sliding expertly along her sex, touching herself to get the most pleasure she could. 

"Oh, that's a lovely sight," Jacob smiled, watching as the mature woman slowly ran her fingers over her pussy, spreading the thick lips to expose the wet pink center of her sex. "You like having an audience, don't you, Mrs. Reeds?" 

"No," Stacy lied, her finger curling up into her flooded vagina, knowing that the young black man was watching her every move. Her hips rolled slightly as she stroked her finger in and out of her pussy, biting her lip as her thumb stroked over the hard little nub of her clit. "Please... please I need to be," the humiliated teacher gasped, her cheeks burning in shame as she heard herself saying the words, "I need to be fucked. I need you." 

"Oh, I'm sure you do, Mrs. Reeds," Jacob laughed, sliding out of his chair and approaching her, his eyes drinking in the sight of her fingers gliding over her wet sex. "But you're just going to have to wait," he added with a regretful smile as the sound of a car pulling into the driveway interrupted them. "John and Mike are back." 

"God, no," Stacy sobbed, glancing towards the door as she hopped up off the table. She wasn't sure what affected her more, the fact that her family might see her in her current state or the fact that Jacob wouldn't be able to fuck her. 

"You'd better go get cleaned up," Jacob told her, straightening up his clothes as they heard her husband and son laughing as the door opened. 

Stacy did not pause but hurried upstairs to her bedroom, her hands were shaking as she tried to remove the remains of her clothes, the wet need in her pussy pushing any other thought aside. "God," She whispered, her hand sliding down between her legs, her fingers running along her lips. She was so aroused, so wet! 

"Oh, She just went upstairs, Mr. Reeds," Jacob replied with a smile as John inquired where his wife was. "She said she wasn't feeling too well and wanted to change. I'm sure she'll be down in a couple of minutes." 

"Well, the game is about to start," Mike said, carrying the three pizza boxes into the living room. Setting them down on the coffee table, he turned on the television as John brought two sodas and a beer for himself. Jacob smiled as he sat at the end of the couch, glancing back into the kitchen, wondering what was taking Stacy so long upstairs. 

"Oh, fuck," Mrs. Reeds gasped, her fingers thrusting deep into her wet pussy, her head thrown back as she laid across her bed. "Please... oh," She panted, trying to bring herself to orgasm, her thumb strumming over her hard clit as she fingered herself. "Why... why can't I cum?" She almost sobbed, her fingers slipping from her still wet pussy. "What's happening to me?" She wondered as she climbed off the bed and made her way into the bathroom, quickly washing her face and body. All the time, the only thoughts that were running through her head was of Jacob, of his cock, and how much she needed to orgasm. 

Tossing her torn and ruined clothes into the hamper, she got dressed once more, this time in a light summer dress that fell just above her knees. As she walked down the stairs, she wondered how she would be able to face her family and Jacob. 

"Hi honey," John greeted her with a smile as he sat on the couch, glancing over at her briefly before turning his attention back to the television. 

"Would you like to sit down, Mrs. Reeds?" Jacob offered politely, his eyes running over her bare legs, smiling up at her with a smug expression on his face. 

"Uh, no, no thank you, Jacob," Stacy responded, knowing she was blushing at his obvious appraising look. "I think I'll go out in the kitchen and make dessert." She said, excusing herself before hurrying out of the room. 

Jacob just smiled, turning his attention back to the ballgame, as the tormented teacher fled the room. "I need a soda," Jacob announced a few minutes later, standing up "anyone want anything else? No, okay," He said, sauntering into the kitchen. He paused in the doorway, admiring the view as Stacy stood at the counter, her back to him. "That's a lovely little dress, Stacy ." He told her softly, stepping up close behind her, his hand landing possessively on her hip. 

"What?!" Stacy exclaimed, jumping in shock at his sudden appearance. "Jacob, what... what are you doing?" She hissed at him nervously, trying to avoid his touch as she glanced nervously at the open window that led into the living room.

"Earlier you said you needed to be fucked, Stacy," Jacob whispered to her, his hand sliding down onto her leg as he pressed himself tight against her back, letting her feel his hardness against her ass. "Well, now's your chance." 

"Are you crazy?" Stacy hissed back to the young man, still trying to wiggle out of his grasp, "My family is in just the next room. You can't be serious." She protested weakly, her mind focusing on the hard cock pressing against her ass. "They'd... they'd hear." 

"Not if you're quiet," Jacob replied softly, his hand pulling the skirt of her dress up enough for his fingers to run over the soft fabric of her panties. "You really want it don't you, Mrs. Reeds?" He asked needlessly, feeling the warm moist center of her panties as she moaned softly in protest. 

"Damn you," Stacy hissed, fingers gripping the counter hard as she felt the young man's hand slid down between her legs, leaning back against him, almost involuntarily grinding herself against his crotch. She bit down on her lower lip, trying to stifle the moan of pleasure she felt building as Jacob's fingers slid along her panties, caressing her sex through the thin cotton. 

"All you have to do to stop me is yell out," Jacob told her, knowing she wanted this at least as bad as he did, her body almost vibrating with her desire as his hand slid up over her panties, pulling them down. "Yell out and you're family will know what a slut you are, but I will stop," He whispered to her softly, his fingers combing through her pubic hair. 

"I hate you," Stacy hissed at him, spreading her legs wider as she felt his fingers caress along the soft lips of her pussy. "I hate what you've done to me, what you've made me," the tormented teacher sobbed, her voice catching as he slid one finger into her. 

"You don't hate me, Mrs. Reeds," Jacob laughed softly, glancing over at the open window that led into the living room. Michael and John were sitting on the couch, their backs to the kitchen, so engrossed in the ball game that they hadn't even noticed his absence yet. "You may hate what you've become but I had nothing to do with that," He assured her, his finger thrusting in and out of her wet pussy, "You're the one that is responsible for that, Stacy ."

"Damn," Stacy sobbed, knowing that was the truth, that she was becoming the slut they thought her to be. That she was becoming their slut and seemed helpless to stop herself, "damn you. Fuck," She gasped out, her body slumping forward as the young man's thumb stroked over her clit, seeming to add more fire to the burning inferno of her lust, "fuck me. Please fuck me," She sobbed softly, hating the words, hating herself for saying them. 

"Love to," Jacob chuckled, his hand moving between them, quickly undoing his pants as his other hand continued to finger her wet sex. "But I want to hear whose slut you are, Mrs. Reeds." 

"You know whose slut I am," Stacy sighed, trying to keep her voice low as she felt his fingers slide out of her pussy, the warm bulbous head of his cock pressing against her labia as she bent over the counter. "I'm yours, I'm your fuck slut," The married teacher hissed at her son's best friend, hating the words but knowing the truth in them. "Now, please, fuck your slut. I need it so badly." 

"God, you are such a good whore, Stacy," Jacob laughed as he pressed forward, his cock sliding easily into the tormented woman's pussy. "No wonder Uncle Richard enjoys you so much," he taunted her as he began thrusting into her, his cock filling her completely with each deep thrust. He wanted to take her roughly, slam his cock hard into her but knew that there was no way they would be quiet enough to avoid discovery so he settled for a slow gentle rhythm. "Now, don't make too much noise, Mrs. Reeds, you don't want to alert your husband and son to what a cock loving slut you are," Jacob warned as he thrust deeply into her, loving the thrill of danger, the risk of discovery, as he fucked his best friend's mom. 

Stacy squeezed her eyes shut, her teeth biting her lip hard to stifle the loud moan that threatened to erupt from her throat as his cock filled her craving pussy. She knew it was wrong, that she should cry out and alert her family to the degrading situation she was forced into but the sensations of the young man's cock as he fucked her overrode any thought other then for it to continue. Her hand moved to her breast, roughly kneading the soft flesh through her dress as Jacob drove his cock deep into her. She was close, so close to an orgasm, every fiber of her being wanted to cry out, to scream and moan in pleasure, to encourage him to continue until she toppled over the edge of her climax. 

"Please," the tormented woman whined softly, thrusting her hips back into the young man, "I'm not going to be able to be quiet," she gasped, knowing that when she came it would be loud, all the teasing and tormenting having driven her into a fever of lust. 

"That's not really my problem," Jacob laughed softly in her as he began thrusting his hips into her faster, "Actually I would like to hear you scream as you climax, moaning and crying out like the slut you are." 

"Please," Stacy begged, his laughing taunts pushing her closer, his words sending thrills of pleasure through her body, "I'll do anything, but please, I can't be quiet." She hissed emphatically, the first small waves of her orgasm washing through her. "Please." 

"You'll do anything no matter what, Mrs. Reeds," Jacob laughed, his large hand sliding over her mouth as he felt her body begin to contract around him. 

Stacy let out a sob, her body trembling as she began to orgasm. Her entire world contracting down to the sensation of her pussy clamping down tight on Jacob's thick cock, her eyes squeezed shut as she finally came. 

He hissed as her teeth bit into his palm, her screams of release muffled by his hand as her convulsing pussy seemed to milk his own orgasm out of him, his cock bucking deep inside the married teacher shooting semen deep into her womb. "Such a nasty slut, Mrs. Reeds," He chuckled softly once his orgasm had subsided, slipping his cock out of her flooded pussy. "You made quite a mess here," The young man laughed, glancing down at the large wet spot her climax had left on his pants. "Guess you'll just have to tell John and Mike that I had to leave because I definitely can't go back in there now," Jacob laughed, his hand roughly caressing Stacy's naked ass as she leaned over the counter. 

Stacy was exhausted, her breathing still coming in deep rasping gasps as she tried to recover from her massive orgasm. Now that she had climaxed, her needs fulfilled, her shame and embarrassment over her behavior came rushing back. "Jacob," She started to say, pulling the short skirt of her dress down to cover her ass, "this... this can't happen again." 

"Yes, it can, Mrs. Reeds," the young man assured her, "it can and it will or everyone you know will hear about how much of a slut you really are. Maybe next time I'll just push you down on the living room floor and let your husband and son see how much of a whore you really are," He taunted, his hand patting her thigh as he zipped up his jeans. "Now tomorrow morning, be in your classroom early. If Uncle Richard has plans for you tomorrow evening, I'll just have to have my fun in the morning." Jacob explained as he started towards the door, pausing to look back at the disheveled woman with a smile, "oh, wear a skirt or dress tomorrow and don't bother with panties, Mrs. Reeds." He instructed as he stepped out of the house, leaving her alone in the kitchen.



Mr. Cashell Cleans Up



Richard's hand moved to the back of her head, his thick fingers entwining in her blonde hair, pulling her head back so he could look deep into her eyes as he thrust his cock repeatedly into her married pussy. "Oh, you've got such a nice little cunt, Mrs. Reeds." Mr. Cashell hisses as he leans forward, kissing her panting mouth roughly. Stacy's lips parted, letting Richard's tongue dart into her mouth as her fingernails bit into his shoulders. She moaned deep in her throat as he continued to fuck her, her body responding to him like no other man she'd ever known.

"Oh, you slut," Richard gasps softly in her ear as she moans against him, his hands gripping the soft globes of her ass as he stands up, lifting her off the floor as he continues to thrust deep into her tight pussy. 

"You're pussy is so tight, you whore." Richard hisses in Stacy's ear as he lifts her up, almost completely off his cock before letting her slide down again. "Your husband doesn't deserve a hot piece of ass like you," He gasps as he continues to move her body as if it was a toy, sliding Stacy up and down his cock as she moans hotly in his ear. "He doesn't fuck you like you need to be fucked. A hot slut like you needs to her pussy pounded by a black bastard like me."

"Oh... Oh..." Stacy moans, her eyes squeezed shut tight as she lets the large janitor use her however he pleases. "Fuck... me...I'm your... fuck toy... you are my... black cock rapist...ahhhhaaa."

"That's right, my little fuck toy." Richard moans as he presses Stacy against the wall, his hands gripping the soft flesh of her ass as he pounds his cock into her. "I'm your rapist; my cock is fucking your married white pussy." He breathes in her ear as Mrs. Reeds wraps her legs around his legs, trying to pull him deeper into her as she curses softly under her breath in time with his thrusts. 

"Such a hot cunt," Mr. Cashell gasps, his hands sliding up, pulling the cups of her white bra down to let her full breasts pop from the restraining garment. His large fingers spread, massaging and squeezing the soft globes of her heaving breasts as he continues to pound his cock deep into her. "You're such a good fuck toy, I should loan you out, let all my friends have a turn at your lovely little pussy." 

"Oh... fuck..." Stacy moans, her legs squeezing him tighter as she arched her back, forcing her bare breasts harder into his groping hands. "Please...Mr. Cashell..."

"You'd like that wouldn't you, Mrs. Reeds. Being passed around a bunch of large dicked black men like a party favor, each man using your pussy, mouth, and ass. I bet you'd still be begging for cock at the end, you're such a hot slut." Richard hisses in her ear as his cock slips from her tight gripping pussy, the large swollen head of his manhood glistening with her arousal as he turned Stacy around, pressing her against the blackboard. 

"I'm... I'm your fuck toy." Stacy pants as she tries not to imagine herself being surrounded by a group of men, being used like the horny slut she was turning into. "Please... fuck me, fuck your slut." Mrs. Reeds pants, her sweaty breasts making round circles in the chalk dust on the dark slate. 

"That's a good girl, Mrs. Reeds." Richard says encouragingly as he leans back against the desk, lifting the hem of her skirt up over her waist. "I like hearing you say that." He tells her gently his large hand running over the smooth fabric of her panties, feeling the soft flesh of her ass as Stacy moans softly at his caress. "Do you want my cock in your married cunt again, Stacy?" Richard asks softly, his lips brushing against her ear as he leans forward, pressing his body against her back.

"Fu...Fuck me." The married teacher pleads, her eye closed tight to block out the shameful sight as she thrusts her hips back toward the large janitor behind her, offering her wet pussy to him as she spreads her legs wider. Stacy's knees go weak as she feels the hard hot head of Richard's cock press firmly against the lips of her sex, not entering her but teasing her slightly. "Please..."

"Such a slut," Mr. Cashell chuckles, thrusting his hips forward, as he slides his cock deep into her tight wet cunt. Mrs. Reeds gasped as he filled her again, her body shivering with delight as her pussy was delightfully stuffed with his cock.

"Oh, yes, take it you slut," Richard gasped as he continues to pound his cock into her from behind, the sound of slapping flesh and their ragged breath the only sounds in the deserted school. "You're my slut from now on, Mrs. Reeds. Your pussy belongs to me." Mr. Cashell moans as his hand slides up her stomach, cupping her soft round breast as he thrusts deep into her.

"Ohhh," Stacy moans, her eyes closed as she bites her lip, holding back her screams of pleasure as the black man's cock plumbs the depths of her pussy. Her arms stretch out over her head, pressing against the blackboard to steady herself as she is fucked roughly from behind.

"That's right, Stacy, take all of my black cock." Richard moans as he thrusts his cock deep into the married teacher's pussy, his large calloused fingers toying with her hard nipples as she gasps with each thrust. 

"Oh, God," Stacy gasps out, her back arching as she thrusts her hips back toward her rapist, forcing his cock fully into her gripping pussy as she cums. Her body tenses as wave after wave of pleasure tears through her slender body, her long blonde hair falling in cascades around her face as she cries out in abandon.

Richard grunts as the married teacher's cunt grips his invading cock tightly, her body spasms as her climax rips through her body, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she sags against the blackboard completely spent. "You like being treated like a whore, don't you Mrs. Reeds?" He pants in her ear as he pushes her down across the top of her desk, his large calloused hands spreading her legs wide as she lays limp as a rag doll under him, letting him pose her in anyway he desired.

"Ye...yes," Stacy moans in shameful defeat as she feels the large head of his cock sliding once more into her moist pussy, her legs wrapping around his waist as tried to draw him deeper into her. Her fingernails scratched lightly over his shirt as she clawed at his shoulders, clinging to him desperately as he fucked his large cock into her married pussy. "Treat me like your whore, Richard. Fuck your little white slut like she deserves." Mrs. Reeds hissed in his ear as she thrust her hips up at him, letting him slide completely into her.

"Fuck..." Mr. Cashell gasps out as he thrusts his engorged cock deep into the married teacher, her pussy gripping him tightly as he feels his balls tighten as he cums. His cock seems to explode, shooting ribbon after ribbon of his hot sticky seed deep into Mrs. Reeds' fertile womb as she writhes in pleasure under him. "I'm cumming..." Richard announces needlessly.

"Oh...No! Please not in me..." Stacy gasps even as she grips his shoulders tighter, holding him to her as he ejaculates deep inside her. "I... I could get pregnant." 

"That'd be hard to explain to your husband," Richard grins down at her, his breath rasping as he continues to thrust his hard cock into her moist pussy, "wouldn't it, Stacy? How would you tell your husband that you'd became the white fuck toy of the school janitor? Hmmm, Mrs. Reeds?" 

"Ohhh," Stacy moans, her eyes burning with shame even as she clenches her muscles, holding the large cock deep in her as she experiences another small orgasm. His words humiliate and arouse the married teacher in a way she'd never experienced before. "Please... nooo." She gasps as her body slumps limply to the desk, her muscles feeling completely wrung out as Mr. Cashell slowly stands, his glistening erection slipping from her well used pussy.

"That was... good." Richard sighs as he stands over her, his sagging cock still protruding from the open fly of his pants as he admires the sight of Stacy lying across her desk, her skirt hiked up over her hips, thick rivulets of his semen slowly oozing between her swollen red labia. "I'll see you tomorrow after school, Mrs. Reeds." He says with a smile as he calmly tucks his limp cock back into his uniform, zipping the fly as he picks up the forgotten broom and moving towards the door. "Oh, and wear some sexy underwear tomorrow, something fitting your new position as fuck toy." He adds over his shoulder as he exits the room, walking down the deserted hallway whistling happily.