EroticReverie

Chloe

It was Friday night and I was wearing a dress too tight and too short for a school dance but I knew Mack would be there chaperoning the dance. 

It was a tight bright blue dress and I of course didn’t wear any panties or a bra. 

Girls at school hates me so I didn’t have very many friends. Just another girl Stella who also was a bit fast and promiscuous but we got along because our interests in males didn’t align. She liked guys our age. I liked guys old enough to be our dads or grandfather. 

However dancing with my teacher wasn’t acceptable so I danced with Cory a jock our age who had tried to get into my pants so many times I’ve lost count. 

We danced for a few songs and then his friend Maxwell ended up joining. And this, this was an exception to my old man rule. If it was more than one guy, I was interested.  I loved anything that made me feel like a dirty little slut. 

I revel in the dirty looks from other girls as I dance with two guys. Corey at my front , Maxwell at my back. Both of them holding my body. Maxwells hands just under my hips and Coreys on my waist. 

There was rules for no dirty dancing but we were in the middle of the gym and in the crowd with people obstructing the view of us. 

When Corey slipped his hand under my dress he leaned in as he rubbed my bare pussy. 

“You don’t have underwear on” he says and I tilt my head back and grin , lifting one hand up and behind Maxwell. Draping it around his neck as I spread my legs slightly. 

“You’re welcome” I say to Corey who grins and slides a finger inside of me. 

I grin as I grab Maxwells hand at my lower hip and bring it around and place it right under my breast and then push his hand up urging him to touch me inappropriately. 

A few girls pretending not to watch roll their eyes in disgust when they can clearly see Coreys hand up my dress and the way his arm is moving. Fingering me as Maxwell gropes at my chest. 

I moan as I think about what Corey and Maxwells fathers must look like. They were both attractive boys. But I imagined their fathers to look similar to them, yet with those old man bellies.  Big and round from years of drinking beer and watching too much football on tv. 

Corey was not going to make me cum. He wasn’t even hitting my g spot. Just fingering me like the inexperienced teenage boy he was. I was wet though. Soaked actually. I could feel the arousal of my fantasy playing out in my head starting to coat my lips and inner thighs. 

That fantasy involved Coreys father and Maxwells screwing me stupid while their sons watched and learned. 

“What a slut” I hear one of the girls say loudly and I look directly at her as I roll my hips and flick my tongue at her. 

Corey laughs and then slides a second finger inside me.  I moan and close my eyes. This was nice. I liked being stretched and Corey had thick long fingers and now they were curling. Whether intentionally or not I wasn’t sure but I bucked my hips in response and parted my mouth and gave him a show, letting him know he was doing something I liked. A lot. 

“Miss Parker.  Mister Green and Mister Hunt, come with me.” A voice said. Making both of the boys step away from me. I grinned watching Corey wipe my juices on his pants as his face turned white. 

It was Mack Walters.  My teacher. My secret. 

“We weren’t doing anything” Corey says. 

“Right.” Mack says and he looks at me. His jaw clenched and I smile. 

“We were just dancing.” I say. But I hold back my smirk and follow him along with the two boys out of the gymnasium. 

“Call your parents to pick you up. Youre all kicked out of the dance. And if you argue I won’t hesitate to take you out of playing in the game against Fieldtown next week. 

“Y-yes sir” both Corey and Maxwell hang their heads. Pulling out their cell phones. 

I watch from against the building as Mack explains to their parents why their being kicked out of the dance.  The boys full of embarrassment. Their parents giving apologies and promising to handle it. 

Mack walks back towards me and my arousal is still dripping down my thighs. I’m so fucking wet knowing the punishment he’ll be giving me. 

“Inside Miss Parker.” He says. 

“Yes sir.” I say with a grin. 

I knew I was exempt to the calling my parents rule because I knew Mack wanted to handle me himself. 

Walking through the dark halls my heels click and my blood is rushing through my veins with adrenaline, the music from the gym fading as we make our way through the school and up to the second floor where his classroom is. 

He closes the door and locks it. And draws the blinds. 

“Hands on the desk Miss Parker.” He says and loosens one button on the dress shirt he has on. 

“Am I in trouble Mister Walters ?” I ask innocently. 

“You know you are. Lift that dress too.” He says and I pull up the bottom of my tight little dress and let the the fabric bunch at my waist and place my hands flat on the desk and assume my position. Legs apart.  Ass out and slightly leaning over the desk. My newly painted blue nails dig into the wood with anticipation as he opens his drawer and pulls out a ruler. 

I lick my lips and look at him and he scowls. 

“Did you enjoy yourself Chloe?” He asks as he walks back around to the front of his desk. 

“Yes.” I answer and he gives an angry growl. 

“Why would you let those two boys touch a pussy made for a man?” He asks and my pussy aches as he speaks. As he stands behind me and runs the wooden ruler up the back of one of my thighs. 

“Because there was two of them.  And I’m a little slut.” I say and he growls and slaps my ass with the ruler. I gasp and then groan as he rubs the wooden stick I’ve felt over so much of my body , over my ass and slaps it again in the same spot. 

“Did I tell you that you could allow them to touch whats mine?” He asks. 

I hiss as he smacks my ass a third time. 

“No sir.” I answer and then feel him run the flat side of the ruler along my pussy and give it a little slap and I jump and then moan. 

“Turn around. Sit on the desk and spread those fucking legs.” He says and I immediately obey. Hurrying myself into position. 

Sitting my bare ass on the edge of his desk. Leaning back on my hands as I push my feet off the floor. Lifting my legs and spreading them , with my knees bent. Feet and heels dangling as he looks at my pussy. 

“So young cock makes this pussy wet now?” He asks as he leans down and inhales and I shiver as his nose just barely grazes my clit. 

“I was thinking about their fathers” I tell him. 

“But yes. I got wet being a slut for them. I got wet knowing there were other people who could see the way they were touching me” I say and he drags his tongue up my center making me gasp and my head my go back. 

“Oh yes, yes” I whimper and his tongue gives another slow long lick over my wet pussy. Hole to clit and then i whimper as he stands back up and then pushes my shoulder. 

“Lay down” he instructs and I whimper. Knowing I won’t be rewarded for my behavior by way of his tongue or his cock.  But my punishment will be a reward in its own way. 

“You think you deserve to have this slutty little pussy kicked Miss Parker?” He asks. Slipping through ruler over my pussy and I shake my head as i breathe heavier. 

“No sir” I whimper as he presses the wood against me more firmly dragging the ruler back and forth along my clit. Up and down slowly and making me let out a frustrated desperate little moan. 

Then he slaps me with the ruler. Right over my clit.  Hard and I let out a cry and my legs go to close but I use my hands and hold them open. 

“Youre a bad girl Miss Parker” he says and slaps it again and I hiss and nod. 

“Yes sir” I whine. 

Another slap. Another. My tortured cries and moans slipping out freely in the darkness of the classroom.  Only the light outside the windows from the parking lot giving us any light. 

I can feel my arousal dripping from me.  Feel in running down my pussy and over my ass as I’m given slap after slap of his ruler and he groans as the punishment only arouses me further. 

“Who is your master?” He asks. Pausing his assault. 

“You. You are. You Mister Walters” I moan and bite my lip. Looking at him. 

He grabs his jar of pens and markers and pencils and slides them to my side. 

“Put them inside of you. All of them.” He says and I moan my hand reaching to the glass jar. 

“They won’t all fit” I whimper. 

“Make them fit.” He says and I bite my lip and I sit up as he pulls one of the chairs from a students desk over and sits and watches me as I sit up. Propping my one hand behind me as bring my ass to the edge and then begin. 

I start with marker. A regular red sharpie and put the end of it to my pussy and slide it in. Then out and then in and moan softly. 

“Did I say to fuck yourself with them?” His voice is loud and angry and I shake my head. 

“No sir.” I answer and then slide it back in. Leaving it there. 

I grab another. The first few are pretty easy. I have two sharpies and three pens and a pencil inside me before I start to struggle. Trying to keep the others from sliding in too deep or sliding out with how wet I was. 

There’s not a ton of writing utensils in the jar. But there’s a little under a handful left and I don’t know how I’m going to fit them all inside of me. 

One at a time. I take them. Finding it easier to slip them into the center of the ones already inside of me and I feel myself stretch slowly. Hissing as I getting closer and closer to finishing. 

It was embarrassing. Sitting her. A human pen holder with writing utensils sticking out of me. But I liked when he punished me. I liked when he made me do degrading things to myself for his benefit. 

“You’re almost done” he says and I look at him. His hand stroking himself through his pants. 

“Put the last ones in your ass.” He says and obey. Two sharpies and a pencil. Eraser end in. 

“Stupid little whore.” He says and I moan my cunt clenching around the things stuffed inside of me. 

He walks around the other side of the desk as I sit there panting and biting my lip. Looking down at the fucking collection of pens pencils and markers shoved inside of me. 

He pulls on my shoulders making me lay back and I moan as he then reaches down and pushes down the front of my dress and my head hangs off the edge of his desk. His crotch in face. He moves his cock over my face. Grinding against my face as I breathe frantically. Moaning and licking at his pants as he grabs my tits and pinches my nipples. 

I groan and then yelp as he pinches my nipples and slaps my breasts and then grabs my nipples hard and tugs and I arch my back. My hands lifting. Working his belt , unzipping him and pulling his pants and briefs down till his cock it out. 

“You want that?” He growls as he steps back. His hard cock bouncing in front of my face as I nod and begin to beg. 

“Yes sir, please, please fuck my mouth, I want your cock Mister Walters, I need it. I need you to punish me and fuck my slutty mouth” I whine. 

He slaps my breasts again. 

“You think you deserve to suck this cock?” He asks. 

“No sir” I whine. “But you deserve to cum. Let me make you cum”