Chapter 6: Double Disgrace
The classroom was filled with the soft rustling of papers and the occasional whispered conversation as students prepared for their upcoming exams. The air was thick with tension, a stark contrast to the debauchery that had taken place within these very walls not so long ago. Luke sat in his usual seat, his eyes darting nervously between the open textbook in front of him and the professor's desk at the front of the room.
Bella sat right next to him, her back straight and her attention seemingly focused on her notes. But Luke knew better. He could see the way her fingers tapped nervously against her pen, the way her legs crossed and uncrossed beneath her desk. He couldn't ignore her legs, since she was wearing her Adidas Superstar PF Sneakers with the iconic design of the classical superstar featuring a soft white leather, a round white rubber toe cap, three diagonal black stripes on each side, resembling the adidas logo, white laces and most important: a super huge platform sole with a riffled soleprint, making this very model a constant eyecatcher. The soles were dirty and had some scuff marks on them.
"Luke," Bella whispered, her voice barely audible over the rustling of papers and the occasional murmur of conversation from their classmates. "I need you to clean my shoes."
Luke hesitated, his eyes flicking between Bella and the professor's desk. He knew what she was asking, and he knew that it was wrong. But he also got really horny the second she asked him, so he knew that he couldn't refuse her. Not when she looked at him with those big, pleading eyes.
"Please, Luke," she begged, her voice barely a whisper. Luke knew she was playing with him and loved to demonstrate the power she had over him. But he also loved the thought of getting a taste of her super sexy shoes.
He took a last look around to see if there was anyone watching him and then dropped a pen, just to bow under the table. Luke took a deep breath and leaned down, his face inches away from Bella's shoes.
He could smell the faint scent of her sweat and the rubber of her soles, a combination that made his cock twitch in his pants. He reached out tentatively, his fingers brushing against the dirty sole of her @Superstars.
"Come on, Luke," Bella urged, her voice low and husky. "Lick them clean." Bella's voice was stern, commanding. Luke hesitated for a moment, his eyes flicking up to meet hers. He could see the challenge in her gaze, the dare. He knew he shouldn't give in, but his cock was already throbbing in his pants, eager for the taste of her shoes.
He leaned in closer, his tongue darting out to lick the toecap of the shoe that Bella was holding in his direction. The taste was bitter, a mix of sweat and dirt, but he didn't stop. From there he started to lick the whole outer side of the shoe ,his tongue exploring the three black stripes, sensing every nook and cranny. He could feel Bella's eyes on him, watching him with a mix of amusement and arousal.
He knew she was enjoying this, enjoying the power she had over him. He could feel his cock throbbing in his pants as he continued to lick at her shoes, cleaning them thoroughly.
"Good boy," Bella whispered, her voice low and husky. Luke felt a surge of pride at her words, even as he felt a fresh wave of humiliation at the situation he found himself in. He knew he should hate it, should hate being used like this, but he couldn't deny the way it made him feel.
Just then, the classroom door creaked open, and Mr. Smith walked in, carrying a stack of papers. He stopped short at the sight before him - Luke under the table, his face buried in Bella's sneakers. Bella sat upright, her eyes wide with surprise and guilt. Mr. Smith's gaze flicked between the two of them, taking in the scene with an amused smile.
"Well, well," he said, setting the papers down on his desk.
"What do we have here?" His eyes twinkled with amusement as he looked down at Luke, still under the table, his face buried in Bella's shoes. "Bella, my office," he said, his voice firm yet playful.
Bella looked up at Mr. Smith, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. She knew she should be angry at him for interrupting their moment, but she couldn't deny the thrill that ran through her at his command. To be torn out of a situation that she was in total control of, right into the opposite position of being treated strictly by a man, that had control over her by deciding what grades she'll get, made her a little fuzzy. She stood up quickly, smoothing down her skirt as she did so. "Of course," she said, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach.
She turned to Luke, who was still frozen under the table, his face still buried in her shoes. "Come on," she said, her voice low and urgent. "We don't want to keep him waiting."
Luke hesitated for a moment before pulling himself out from under the table.
"No," said Mr. Smith "You're little shoe-cleaner doggy has to stay outside. And make sure he doesn't pee anywhere!" Heavy laughter flooded the room and Luke realized that everyone in the room was looking at them, laughing and filming with their smartphones.
He felt his cheeks burn with humiliation as he stood there, his face still wet from licking Bella's shoes. He wanted to run, to hide, but he knew he couldn't. Not with Mr. Smith watching him like a hawk.
Bella, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying the attention. She walked towards Mr. Smith's office, her hips swaying seductively. Luke couldn't help but notice how her ass looked in her tight jeans, and he felt his cock twitch in his pants.
Mr. Smith followed Bella into his office.
The room was dimly lit, with heavy wooden furniture and dark curtains that blocked out most of the light from the window. Mr. Smith closed the door behind them, the click of the lock echoing through the room.
Bella turned to face him, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the hunger in his eyes, the desire she's been seeing for months now.
"Mr. Smith," she whispered, "Please that was just a stupid joke. Luke lost a bet and had to kiss my shoe. Please blame it on me, not him."
"Ahh...So you want to tell me that this was just a joke? Well, I don't think so...," with these words he opened the door again and asked loudly into the classroom: "Who of you guys has at least one clip of Luke licking someone's shoes on his phone ? Hands up please." Only a few didn't raise their hand and with a cocky smile Mr. Smith turned back to Bella. "Do you still want to tell me, this was a one time thing ?" Mr. Smith asked, his voice low and dangerous. He stepped closer to Bella, his eyes locked onto hers. She could feel the heat radiating off him, could see the desire in his eyes. She knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn't help herself.
Before she even thought about it, she had put on her 'Daddys Gal'-face that no man can ignore. She widened her eyes, looked at him with a naive expression on her face and scrunched her lips to a 20% duckface."No," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "I'm really sorry, Mr. Smith."
Mr. Smith smirked, his hand reaching out to cup her cheek. Bella was shocked by this sudden and unexpected touch. She'd never had thought a professor of his age and status would that quickly cross this big-red line in the teacher-student-relation."I should punish you for that," he said, while suddenly brushing against her lips with his thumb.
Bella was frightened and aroused at the same time. She didn't find Mr. Smith attractive in any way. He was about 60years old, very tall but also equipped with a big belly, that sometimes came to light, when he reached for something on the blackboard.
His hair was graying and he had a thick mustache that he always stroked when he was thinking or explaining something. But Bella knew that he was a very intelligent man and that he had a lot of power over her.
"Punish me how?" she asked, her voice soft and sweet.
Mr. Smith's hand moved from her cheek to her neck, his fingers wrapping around her throat gently. Bella could feel her heart racing as he leaned in closer, his breath hot on her face.
"You know what you did," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "You were playing your little fetish-sex-game in my classroom ! While you are supposed to be preparing for your exams !? It seems that something else definitely matters more to you but your grades." His thumb rubbed against her lower lip, and Bella felt a shiver run down her spine. She loved the power he had over her, loved the way he looked at her like she was a toy to be played with.
"Please," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I'm sorry. I'll do everything but please don't ruin my grades for this."
Mr. Smith chuckled, a low, husky sound that sent a wave of heat between her legs. "Sorry isn't going to cut it, Bella." His hand moved from her neck to her chest, cupping her breast through her shirt.
Bella gasped at the sudden contact, her nipples hardening instantly. She could feel the heat of his palm, the rough callouses on his fingers from years of writing on chalkboards. She could smell the faint scent of chalk dust and old books that always seemed to cling to him.
"Please," she whispered again, her voice barely audible. But Mr. Smith wasn't listening. He was too focused on the task at hand, too focused on punishing her for her transgression.
He pinched her nipple hard, making her gasp in pain. "You like that, don't you, you little slut?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous.
"You know what you did," he continued, his hand moving from her breast to her throat, his fingers wrapping around it tightly. "Again : You were playing your little fetish-sex-game in my classroom! While you are supposed to be preparing for your exams!"
Bella's breath hitched as Mr. Smith's grip tightened around her throat. She could feel his fingers pressing into her skin, could feel the heat of his body against hers. She knew she should be afraid, should be fighting back, but all she could feel was a strange sense of arousal.
She looked down at herself, taking in her outfit - a cropped white tank top that left little to the imagination, a tight jeans that perfectly presented her juicy ass, and her beloved @Superstars. She was happy to wear them at that moment because their huge platform sole made her stand up at least a little against this big man in front of her.
But she knew that she was still at his mercy.
Mr. Smith's grip on her throat tightened, and she could feel her pulse racing under his fingers. He leaned in closer, his mustache brushing against her cheek as he whispered, "You're a dirty little slut, aren't you, Bella? Playing with your boyfriend in my classroom, letting him lick your shoes like a dog."
Bella whimpered, her eyes fluttering closed as she felt a wave of arousal wash over her. She couldn't deny it, couldn't lie to him. She was a dirty little slut, and she loved it.
"Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible."I'm a dirty little slut, Mr. Smith. I love it when you talk to me like that."
Mr. Smith's grip on her throat tightened, and he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "You want me to fuck you, don't you? You want me to use your tight little pussy like a dirty little slut?"
Bella gasped by the vulgarity of his words, her body shuddering with desire. She could feel her pussy throbbing, her clit aching for release. This made her much hornier than it should and she couldn't let this get out of control. Also Luke was waiting outside the door with many other students. She couldn't let anyone see her having Sex with Mr. Smith or her reputation would totally be destroyed. That just can't happen. She would use his desire against him.
"Yes, Mr. Smith. I want you to fuck my little slut pussy. You can pick me up at my place this afternoon and get us a nice hotel room. There you can punish me all night for my bad behavior" she whispered in her sweetest voice.
"Ha ! You think I'm stupid ? Why would I let you walk out of my office without paying your part of the deal? Besides, you just gave your consent to be fucked and I recorded it, so I'm very happy to fulfill you this wish right now !" Mr. Smith said with a wicked smile on his face.
Bella gasped in shock and tried to back away from him but Mr. Smith was too quick for her. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her against him, his hard cock pressing against her stomach.
"Please, Mr. Smith," she begged, her voice shaking. "Not here. Not now."
Mr. Smith chuckled, his hand moving from her waist to her ass, squeezing it roughly. "You're not in a position to make demands, Bella," he said, his voice low and dangerous.
He pushed her back against his desk, his hands roaming over her body, squeezing her ass, her breasts, her thighs. Bella could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in short gasps. She knew she should fight back, should tell him to stop, but all she could do was whimper as his hands explored her body. "Not like this."
Mr. Smith chuckled, a low, husky sound that sent a shiver down her spine. "You should have thought about that before you decided to play your little games in my classroom," he said, his hands moving to the waistband of her jeans.
He unbuttoned them quickly, his fingers hooking into the waistband and pulling them down roughly. Bella gasped as he yanked them down her legs, leaving her in just her tank top and her beloved @Superstars.
Mr. Smith's eyes lingered on her shoes for a moment before moving up to her face. "You know what I want," he said, his voice low and commanding. "I want you to take those shoes off and put them on my desk."
Bella hesitated for a moment before doing as she was told. She kicked off her shoes, the platform soles clunking loudly against the wooden floor. She placed them on the desk, the white leather contrasting sharply with the dark wood.
Mr. Smith's eyes lingered on them for a moment before he turned back to Bella, his gaze hungry and intense.
"Now," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Turn around and bend over the desk." She turned around, her hands gripping the edge of the desk as she bent over it. She could feel the cool wood against her stomach, her breasts pressing against it as she leaned forward.
Mr. Smith's hands were on her ass in an instant, squeezing and kneading the flesh. He pushed her jeans down further, exposing her ass completely.
But then he suddenly stopped and picked something up that Bella couldn't see. *Smack*
"Ooow !" screamed Bella "what the fuck are you..." Then Mr. Smith put a hand on her mouth and silenced her. "How do your beloved shoes feel, little sneaker-slut?" he asked while giving her another strong slap with the sole of her @Superstars directly on her ass.
Bella screamed into his hand, but it was muffled by his palm. She could feel the heat radiating from the sole of her shoe, the rough rubber burning against her skin. She tried to squirm away, but Mr. Smith's grip on her waist was like iron.
"Plllsss," she whimpered, her voice barely audible through his hand "Sttpp!Plss!". You should have thought about that before you decided to play your little games in my classroom," he said, his voice filled with lust.
He removed his hand from her mouth, allowing her to take a deep breath "Stop this please! It hurts! I don't want this!!". "Will you shut the fuck up now ? Alright I'm done with your loud mouth. Open !" he took one of her @Superstars und pushed the tip of the shoe into Bella's mouth. "Ahh, that's much better now !" he smirked, fixing the shoelaces behind her head, so she couldn't get the shoe out of her mouth.
Bella tried to spit it out but Mr. Smith just laughed and pushed it further into her mouth until she gagged. "That's right little slut," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "You're going to take it like a good little girl." He stepped back and admired his handiwork for a moment before unbuckling his belt and letting his pants drop to the floor.
Bella's eyes widened as she took in the sight of his cock, thick and hard and ready for action. She tried to speak, to beg him to stop, but all that came out was a muffled moan around the massive platform sole in her mouth.
Mr. Smith chuckled and grabbed her hips, pulling them back towards him.
"You're going to take every inch of this cock, you little slut," he growled, his voice thick with lust. Bella could feel the head of his cock pressing against her pussy, and she braced herself for the invasion.
"Fuck," she moaned through the huge chunk of shoe on her tongue, saliva leaking out of her spread wide mouth, her eyes wide with anticipation and fear. Mr. Smith didn't give her any time to adjust. He thrust forward, burying himself deep inside her in one swift motion.
"AaaaOouuuch!" Bella screamed, tasting the dirty sole of her own @Superstars on her tongue.
The sensation was overwhelming - the rough rubber, the faint taste of her own sweat and the dirt from the classroom floor, all mixed with the salty tang of her own spit. It was filthy, it was degrading, and it was fucking hot. Now she could understand a little more what Luke must be enjoying about this.
Mr. Smith didn't give her a moment to adjust to the size of him. And he was surprisingly big and reached deep into her tiny cervix, causing massive pain everytime he passes the limits of her tight pussy. Bella had never had sex with a man older than 30 and therefore wasn't used to the growing capabilities some old guys dicks have. His shaft was long, wrinkled and thick as a cucumber. The tip of his cock was even bigger and sent out pulsating shockwaves through Bellas stomach. He started to fuck her hard and fast, his hips slapping against her ass with each thrust. Bella could feel every inch of him, stretching her tight pussy to its maximum. She tried to push back against him, to meet his thrusts, but he held her hips in a vice-like grip, controlling her every movement. She realized that he not only wanted to cause pain to her but even tried his best to make her remember every second of this.
He wanted her to feel humiliated and used, and she did. She felt like a cheap whore, a dirty little slut, and she loved it. She could feel her pussy starting to throb, her clit aching for release. She was so close, so fucking close to coming, but she didn't want to. Not like this, not with him.
"Fuck, you're so tight," Mr. Smith growled, his voice ragged with effort. "I could fuck you all day, you little slut."
Bella moaned around the shoe in her mouth, her eyes watering as she tried to hold back her orgasm.
Mr. Smith saw that she was on the edge of coming and started to thrust even harder and deeper while grabbing the in her mouth with the other hand, pushing it deeper into her mouth. Bella gagged and choked on the shoe but he didn't care. He wanted her to feel every inch of him, every rough surface of her beloved shoes. He wanted her to taste her own filth, her own humiliation.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he growled, his voice ragged with effort. "You are going to fucking come on my fucking dick you dirty little classroom-whore ! I'll have you scream and squirt on my dick as often as I want before I'll fill your inexperienced womb with loads of my DNA!"
he said, his voice filled with lust and dominance. Bella could feel her orgasm building, her pussy clenching around his cock as he continued to pound into her. She could feel the rough sole of her shoe rubbing against her tongue, the taste of her own spit and the faint hint of dirt filling her mouth.
Mr. Smith's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh as he fucked her harder and faster. Bella could feel every inch of him stretching her cervix brutally and got run over by a massive orgasm. At the very peak he suddenly pulled his cock out of her pulsating, convulsing pussy and made her squirt like never before. The hot, wet liquid spurted out of her like a geyser, covering the desk, her shoes and even Mr. Smith's legs. It was a sight to behold and Bella was embarrassed and ashamed at the same time. But Mr. Smith didn't give her any time to recover. He grabbed his cock and started to stroke it furiously, his eyes locked onto Bella's face as he jerked off.
"Look at me, you little slut," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Watch me jerk off while you squirt all over my desk."
Bella was still caught in the aftermath of this breathtaking orgasm. Her legs twitching, her pussy convulsing uncontrollable, while she was laying with her chest on Mr. Smith's desk. Her eyes where nearly closed but she could still see Mr. Smith rubbing his huge, filthy Dick while watching her.
She could see the veins bulging on his shaft, could see the head of his cock turning a deep shade of purple as he neared his own release.
"Fuck, you look so good like this," he growled, his voice ragged with effort. "Your pussy is still dripping, your mouth is full of your own filthy shoe, and you're covered in your own cum. You're a fucking mess, Bella."
Bella moaned around the shoe, her eyes watering as she took in his words. She could feel her pussy throbbing.
A sudden knock on the door interrupted the situation.
"WHAT?!" yelled Mr. Smith.
"Hi...Ehm...it's Luke. I just wanted to ask...uhm...if everything is alright in there? You two have been gone quite a while now and the others are starting to joke about you two fucking in there..."
Luke's voice was a mixture of concern and embarrassment. He could hear the whispers and giggles from the classroom, and he knew that everyone was waiting for a response.
Mr. Smith, looking flustered but still maintaining his composure, walked over to the door and opened it slightly. He blocked Luke's view of what was happening inside the office.
"Everything is fine, Luke," Mr. Smith said, his voice firm. "Bella and I were just having a...disciplinary discussion. Why don't you go back to your seat and finish up your exam prep?"
Luke hesitated, uncertain.
He could hear whispers and giggles coming from the classroom, and he knew he would be the butt of many jokes if he didn't press the issue. But the thought of seeing Bella in a compromising position with Mr. Smith filled him with dread.
"Are you sure?" Luke asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "I heard some weird noises coming from in here."
Mr. Smith chuckled, a low, dangerous sound that sent a shiver down Bella's back. "You're imagining things, Luke.
Now go back to your seat," Mr. Smith said firmly, his hand on the doorknob.
Luke hesitated for a moment, the whispers and giggles from the classroom growing louder. He looked over Mr. Smith's shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse of Bella, but the professor was blocking his view.
"Alright, fine," Luke said, turning away from the door and heading back to his seat. As he walked away, he could hear Mr. Smith close the door, the sound of the lock clicking into place.
Bella, still bent over Mr. Smith's desk, heard the door close and felt a sense of relief wash over her.
She knew she should be upset, should be angry at the way Mr. Smith had used her, but all she could feel was a strange sense of satisfaction.
Mr. Smith turned back to her, his cock still hard and ready for action. He grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head back and forcing her to look at him. "You like that, don't you, you little whore?" he growled. "You like being used like a fucking toy."
Bella couldn't deny it. She loved it. She loved the way he talked to her, the way he dominated her.
She loved the filthy words that came out of his mouth, the way he made her feel like a cheap little slut. She loved the pain he inflicted on her, the way he used her body for his own pleasure. "I like it."
Mr. Smith chuckled, a low, dangerous sound that sent a shiver down her spine. "Good girl," he said, his voice thick with lust. He released her hair and pulled her up by the hips, turning her around to face him.
Bella's heart pounded in her chest as she looked into Mr. Smith's eyes, seeing the lust and dominance that was so familiar to her by now.
"Get on your knees," he commanded, his voice low and dangerous. Bella hesitated for a moment before dropping to her knees, her eyes locked onto his cock. It was thick and hard, the head glistening with pre-cum. She could see the veins bulging on the shaft, could see the faint hint of hair around the base. She knew what she was supposed to do, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Not yet.
Mr. Smith noticed her hesitation and chuckled.
"Don't tell me you're a shy little thing now, Bella," he taunted, his hand wrapping around his cock, giving it a few firm strokes. "You couldn't wait to get your hands on this earlier, could you?"
Bella bit her lower lip, her eyes flicking up to meet his. "I-I'm not shy," she stammered, her voice barely audible. "I just...I want to make it last."
Mr. Smith smirked, a wicked glint in his eyes. "You want to make it last, huh?" He took a step forward, his cock now mere inches from her face.
With a short snap he released the shoelaces of her @Superstars that were tied behind her head so he could take the shoe out of her mouth. This happened with such an abrupt motion so she couldn't stop herself from choking on the rubber sole. She coughed and sputtered as she tried to catch her breath, her eyes watering and streaming.
"Fuck, that was fucking hot," Mr. Smith growled, his cock twitching in his hand. "You looked so fucking sexy with your mouth full of your own shoe."
He grabbed Bella by the chin, forcing her to look up at him.
"You are going to wear an outfit for me now and I am going to give you my sperm in return, deal ?" Mr. Smith asked, his voice stern and commanding.
Bella, still catching her breath from the shoe gagging incident, looked up at him, her eyes wide with surprise. "What? You want me to...?"
Mr. Smith interrupted her, a wicked smile on his face. "Shut up and listen." He walked over to his desk and pulled out a drawer. He rummaged through it for a moment before pulling out a pair of white and pink hello kitty sneakers with massive platform soles, a pink skirt and a white, super short crop top that left a big part of her breasts uncovered. He tossed them at Bella, who caught them with a puzzled look on her face.
"Put those on," he commanded, his voice firm.
Bella looked down at the outfit in her hands, her eyes widening in surprise.
"But...but this is a Hello Kitty outfit," she stammered, her voice barely audible.
"So what?" Mr. Smith sneered. "You're my little slut now, and you'll do as I say. Now get dressed."
Bella hesitated for a moment before slipping off her jeans and tank top. She pulled on the skirt, the pink fabric swishing around her thighs, and then slipped into the crop top. She looked up at Mr. Smith expectantly, her hands trembling slightly.
"Now, put on the shoes," he barked, his eyes gleaming with lust and anticipation.
Bella hesitated, a hint of defiance flashing in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by submission. She bent down and slipped her feet into the pink and white Hello Kitty sneakers. The massive platform soles made her stumble and she couldn't walk very well. Mr. Smith watched her struggling and his erection grew again.
"Fuck, you look adorable," Mr. Smith growled, his eyes sweeping over her from head to toe. "Jesus Christ, you look so fucking cute in those shoes," he said, his voice thick with lust. "But you know what, I don't give a fuck about cute right now. I want you to get on your fucking knees and show me what that little mouth of yours can do. And from now on you're gonna call me dad. Not daddy or anything else. Only Dad, you understand?"
Bella hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew what he wanted, knew what he expected from her. She also knew that she couldn't refuse him, not with the power he held over her. "Yes Dad, I understand" she said, shivering from the feeling it gave her to say this to a man, that's been fucking her for over 30 mins now. She took a deep breath and slowly sank to her knees, her eyes locked onto his cock.
It was thick and hard, the head glistening with pre-cum, dripping down onto the floor. She reached out with a trembling hand and wrapped her fingers around the shaft, feeling the heat of him through her skin.
"That's a good girl," Mr. Smith purred, his voice thick with lust. "Now show your father what that mouth of yours can do."
Bella leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick the head of his cock, tasting the salty tang of his pre-cum. She swirled her tongue around the tip, feeling the rough texture of the head against her tongue.
She took him in a little further, her lips wrapping around the shaft, her tongue running along the underside. Mr. Smith groaned, his hand moving to the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair as he guided her head back and forth.
Bella took him deeper, her nose pressing against his voluminous belly, his scent filling her nostrils. She could taste him, the salty tang of his pre-cum mixed with the faint taste of soap from his shower that morning. She could feel him, the rough texture of his skin against her lips, the throb of his cock as it grew even harder in her mouth.
"Hands on your shoes, little bitch!" he grunted.
"Your hands are meant to be on your fucking shoes, showing your dad how much you love them, how fucking filthy you are for me."
Bella hesitated, her lips still wrapped around the shaft of his cock, her eyes flicking up to meet his. But she knew better than to defy him. Slowly, she released his cock from her mouth and reached down, her hands wrapping around the massive platform soles of her Hello Kitty sneakers. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and pleading, as if asking for permission.
Mr. Smith nodded, a cruel smile on his face.
"Good girl."
Bella moaned around his cock, her hands gripping the soles of her shoes tightly as she started to bob her head up and down, taking more of him into her mouth with each pass. She could feel the rough texture of the platform soles against her palms, the faint taste of some filth from earlier still lingering on them. Bella asked herself how many girls before her might have worn those shoes for Mr. Smith. She liked the style of the shoes. A little playful with the face of hello kitty on the side but somehow slutty as well because of the crazy high platform sole. They also fit her feet perfectly and look cute and stompy on them
Mr. Smith groaned, his hips bucking slightly as he felt her take him deeper. "Fuck, that's it, you little slut.
Show your dad what a good little girl you can be," Mr. Smith groaned, his hips thrusting forward, pushing his cock deeper into Bella's mouth.
Bella gagged slightly, the thick head of his cock hitting the back of her throat, but she didn't stop. She took a deep breath through her nose, her hands tightening around the soles of her shoes, and pushed herself further onto him, taking more of him into her mouth.
Mr. Smith's grip on her hair tightened, his fingers digging into her scalp as he began to fuck her mouth, his hips moving in quick, hard thrusts.
Bella gagged and choked, tears streaming down her cheeks as she struggled to take him. But she couldn't back away, couldn't escape his grip. She could feel the rough soles of her shoes digging into her palms, the sensation grounding her as he used her mouth like a filthy little fucktoy.
"That's it, you little whore," Smith growled, his voice thick with lust. "Take it like a good girl. Take your dad's cock down your fucking throat."
Bella moaned, the vibration of her voice making Smith's cock twitch in her mouth.
He thrust deeper, his hips slapping against her face as he used her mouth for his own pleasure.
"Fuck, your mouth is so fucking tight," he growled, his grip on her hair tightening. "You're a fucking natural at this, aren't you, you little cunt?"
Bella's eyes watered as she struggled to take him, but she didn't back away. She loved the way he talked to her, the way he used her body like a dirty little toy. She felt a surge of pride at his words, even as she gagged and choked on his cock.
"Say how much you love your dad!" he asked her. Bella gasped and choked around his cock, trying to form words, but the thickness of his shaft made it difficult. She tried to speak again, her lips vibrating around his cock, her eyes watering from the effort.
"I...love...my...dad," she managed to choke out, her voice barely a whisper.
Mr. Smith chuckled, a low, wicked sound that sent shivers down Bella's spine. " louder, Bella. I want to hear you say it."
Bella moaned around his cock, her lips stretching to form the words.
"I love you, Dad," she said, louder this time, the vibration of her voice making Smith's cock twitch in her mouth.
His grip on her hair tightened, his hips thrusting forward, fucking her mouth like it was her cunt. Bella's eyes watered, her tears mixing with the pre-cum leaking from his cock. She could taste him, smell him, feel him everywhere. She was his fucking whore, his little slut, and she loved it.
"Good girl," Smith growled, his voice thick with lust. "Now daddy is going to shoot a baby in my babygirls belly . You love that idea, don't you?"
Bella moaned around his cock, her eyes watering as she tried to shake her head. She loved the feeling of submission that washed over her when he spoke to her like this but she wasn't on birth control. She loved the way he used her, the way he made her feel like a dirty little slut but she could not allow in any case to get pregnant from him.
Smith groaned, his hips thrusting forward, his cock swelling in Bella's mouth. "You love it when your daddy uses your little body, don't you, slut?"
Bella hummed around his cock, her hands tightening around the soles of her Hello Kitty sneakers.
"Yes, Dad," she moaned, her voice muffled by his thick shaft. "I love it when you use me like this. But please, you can't come inside, I'm not on birth contr..." she got muted by the big dick entering her mouth again. "Shh... don't talk about such things. Dad's going to fill your fertile little womb with his baby juice and Basta." said Mr. Smith.
With these words Mr. Smith lifted her up and put her on the table again, spreading her legs in front of him. His rock-hard cock kept leaking pre-cum while he positioned himself between Bella's legs.
"Please Mr. Smith for real! You can't..."."Will you shut the fuck up now?!" he yelled at her, covering her mouth with his massive hand.
"I'll do to you whatever I want, I don't fucking care about you or your future. If you get pregnant, deal with it !"
Bella felt panic rising up inside her. He was fucking serious about this. She tried to find a way out of this mess but there was simply none, that wouldn't, on the other hand, ruin her reputation, relationship and so on.
She was trapped in this situation and she knew it. She was about to be inseminated by her 60-year-old teacher and she was going to have to take it like a good little slut.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the door again, this time a little louder and more insistent. "Mr. Smith? Are you in there? I can hear some... strange noises coming from in there." said Luke with a worried voice.
Bella's heart pounded in her chest as she looked up at Mr. Smith, her eyes wide with fear and panic. She knew that if Luke came in and saw what was happening, everything would be over. Her reputation would be ruined, her relationship with Luke would be destroyed, and she would be left with nothing but shame and regret.
Mr. Smith looked down at her, his eyes gleaming with lust and dominance. "Don't worry, Bella," he said, his voice low and dangerous.
"We're not done here yet." He removed his hand from her mouth, leaving her gasping for breath. "Now, be a good little slut and answer the door. Tell Luke you'll be right out."
Bella hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she had no choice but to obey. She slipped off the table, her legs wobbling slightly as she stood on the massive platform soles of her Hello Kitty sneakers. She smoothed down her skirt and top, trying to look presentable as she walked towards the door.
"Luke, just a moment," she called out, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. She took a deep breath and opened the door, just a crack, peeking out at Luke.
"Hey, what's going on in there?" Luke asked, his voice laced with concern and suspicion. "I heard some weird noises."
Bella forced a smile, her cheeks flushing slightly.
"Oh, hey Luke. I was just...uh...helping Mr. Smith with something." She tried to keep her voice casual, but it came out slightly breathless.Luke's eyes narrowed, suspicion clear in his gaze. "Helping with what?" he asked, leaning in closer to the door.Before Bella could respond, she felt a hand on her hip, pulling her back into the room. Mr. Smith's voice came from behind her, low and commanding. "Bella, come here. We're not finished yet."Bella's heart pounded in her chest as she felt Mr. Smith's hard cock pressing against her ass, his hands gripping her hips tightly. She looked back at him, her eyes wide with panic. "Mr. Smith, Luke's right there," she hissed, trying to keep her voice low.Mr. Smith just smirked, his grip on her hips tightening.
"I know," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "And I don't give a fuck. Now, be a good little slut and do as you're told."
Bella's heart raced as she looked back at Luke, still peeking through the cracked door. She could see the suspicion in his eyes, the way he was looking at her, waiting for an explanation. She knew she should tell him to leave, should push Mr. Smith away and end this madness. But she couldn't. She was trapped, ensnared in Mr. Smith's web of lust and dominance.
"Luke, I...I'll be right out," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. She quickly closed the door, her heart pounding in her chest as she turned to face Mr. Smith.
"Fucking hell, Babygirl," he growled, his voice thick with lust and dominance. "You're playing with fire. You know what happens when you disobey me."
Bella's breath hitched as she looked up at him, her eyes wide with fear and desire. She knew what he was capable of, had seen the way he used her body for his own pleasure.
Luke kept asking questions outside the door but Mr. Smith just took her weak body and stuffed his cock inside her.
Bella gasped loudly, her body tensing as she felt him fill her up completely. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, knowing that Luke was still on the other side of the door.
"Bella? What's going on in there? I can hear you," Luke said, his voice laced with concern and confusion.
Bella tried to keep her voice steady as she replied, "Nothing, Luke. I just...I dropped something.
Give me a second," Bella called out, her voice shaking slightly as she tried to maintain a sense of normalcy. She could feel Mr. Smith's cock throbbing inside her, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he began to move.
"Bella, are you okay?" Luke's voice was laced with worry, his hand still resting on the doorframe.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Bella replied, her voice breathless as Mr. Smith picked up the pace, his hips slapping against her ass. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, her hands gripping the edge of the desk for support.
"Bella, what's really going on in there?" Luke pressed, his voice firm. "I can hear... noises."
Bella's heart pounded in her chest as she tried to think of a response.
She knew she had to keep Luke talking, had to keep him from opening the door and discovering what was happening.
"Luke, really, it's nothing," she said, her voice shaking slightly. "I just...I dropped my phone and it slid under the desk. I'm trying to reach it."
Mr. Smith chuckled behind her, his breath hot on her neck. "Good girl," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous.
"Now, be a good little slut and do as you're told."
Luke's voice grew louder, demanding answers. "Bella, open the door right now! I know something's going on in there."
Bella's heart pounded in her chest as she looked back at Mr. Smith, her eyes wide with panic. She knew she had to keep Luke out, had to keep him from discovering what was happening. But she also knew that she couldn't keep this up forever.
"Luke, please," she called out, her voice shaking slightly. "I'm fine. I just...I need a minute."
Mr. Smith chuckled behind her, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he began to move again. "You're playing with fire, Bella," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "You know what happens when you disobey me."
Bella's breath hitched as she felt him fill her up completely again.
"Please Dad, stop, we can't be seen like this" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their bodies slapping together.
Mr. Smith's grip on her hips tightened, his breath hot on her neck as he leaned in close.
"Shh," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous.
Bella's heart raced as she looked back at him, her eyes wide with fear and desperation.
"Luke's right there," she hissed, trying to keep her voice low. "He'll hear us." Bella gasped as Mr. Smith's cock filled her again, his grip on her hips tightening.
"Let him," Mr. Smith growled, his voice low and commanding. "You're mine, Bella. He can hear every inch of my cock inside you."
Bella's heart pounded in her chest as she looked back at him, her eyes wide with fear and panic. She knew that if Luke heard them, if he saw what was happening, everything would be over. But she also knew that she couldn't stop Mr. Smith. Not now.
Mr. Smith's hips moved faster, his cock sliding in and out of her with ease. He knew how to use her body, knew how to make her feel like a dirty little slut. And Bella couldn't deny it. She loved the way he used her, loved the way he made her feel like his personal fucktoy.
"Fuck, Bella," Mr. Smith groaned, his voice thick with lust "Turn around for your father, will you?"
He ordered, his voice low and commanding. Bella hesitated for a moment before slowly turning around to face him, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel his cock still inside her, throbbing and hard.
Mr. Smith's eyes swept over her body, lingering on her breasts, visible through the thin fabric of her crop top. "Take it off," he ordered, his voice firm. Bella reached up and grabbed the hem of her top, pulling it off in one swift motion. Her breasts bounced free, the cool air of the classroom making her nipples harden.
Mr. Smith's eyes darkened as he took in the sight of her naked breasts. "My beautiful daughter has some fucking delicious tits !"
he growled, his eyes gleaming with lust as he reached out and grabbed a handful of her breast, squeezing it roughly. Bella gasped at the sudden contact, her body arching slightly as she felt his thumb brush against her nipple.
"Fuck, you like that, don't you, you little slut?" Mr. Smith said, a cruel smile spreading across his face as he watched her reaction. He pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, twisting it slightly, causing Bella to moan loudly.
"Shh, keep it down, you little whore," Mr. Smith hissed, his eyes flicking towards the door where Luke was still waiting.
"You want him to hear you moan for your daddy, don't you, you little slut?" he growled, his grip on her nipple tightening.
Bella bit her lip to keep from crying out, her eyes watering from the pain and pleasure that coursed through her body. She shook her head, trying to deny it, but Mr. Smith just chuckled.
"Liar," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "You love the idea of him hearing you, of knowing that his little girlfriend is getting fucked by her teacher while he's standing right outside the door. And even more, you are dressed as my slutty little fucktoy daughter while wearing those fucking hot hello Kitty Sneakers. I bet he would die to have a lick at them right now."
Bella's heart raced as she looked up at him, her eyes wide with fear and desire.
"Common, tell your Dad how much you love the shoes he got you. What would you want to do with them ?" Mr. Smith asked her, his voice dripping with lust and dominance.
Bella hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest as she looked up at him. She knew what he wanted to hear, knew what he wanted her to say. But she also knew that it would be wrong, that it would be crossing a line that she couldn't come back from.
She had to keep Luke out, had to keep him from discovering what was happening.
"Please, Dad," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their bodies slapping together. "I can't...I can't do this with Luke right outside."
Mr. Smith's grip on her nipple tightened, his eyes gleaming with lust and dominance. "You can't do what, Bella?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "You can't fuck your daddy while your boyfriend waits outside? You can't take my cock while he's just a few feet away?"
Bella's breath hitched as she looked up at him, her eyes wide with fear and desperation.
"I can't...I can't fuck you while Luke's right outside," she whispered, her voice shaking slightly.
Mr. Smith chuckled, a low, wicked sound that sent shivers down Bella's spine. "You can't or you won't?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. She knew that if she said she wouldn't, he would push her even further, would make her do things that she never thought she was capable of.
"I...I can't," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Please, Dad, I can't do this with Luke right outside." "I...I can't," she whispered, her voice shaking slightly.
Mr. Smith just smiled and started to push his messy cock back into her sore pussy. "You can and you will, you little slut. Now be a good girl and take your daddy's cock like a good little whore." He said, his voice low and commanding.
Bella whimpered as she felt him slide back into her, her body tensing as she tried to adjust to his size. She could feel every inch of him, stretching her, filling her completely.
"Fuck, how is it possible you're so tight again after I've just fucked you for an hour ?" Mr. Smith groaned, his hips moving slowly as he began to fuck her again.
Bella gasped, her body tensing as she felt him fill her up once more.
"Luke, really, it's nothing," she said, her voice shaking slightly as she tried to maintain a sense of normalcy.
Mr. Smith chuckled, his breath hot on her face as he leaned in close. "You're doing great, Bella," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. "Keep him talking. Make him believe you." Mr. Smith whispered, his hips moving slowly, filling her up completely with each thrust. Bella gasped, trying to keep her voice steady as she replied to Luke. "Luke, really, I'm fine. I just...I dropped my phone and it slid under the desk. Her voice shook slightly as Mr. Smith's cock hit just the right spot, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She bit her lip to keep from moaning, but a soft whimper escaped her lips. Are you okay? You sound...strange." Luke's voice was laced with concern and suspicion. Bella could feel the panic rising inside her, but Mr. Smith's hand on her hip tightened, grounding her. "I'm fine, Luke. I just...I hit my head on the desk."
"Very good, you're really your dad's girl. Now spread your legs even more and grab your shoes.
I want you to smell them while I fuck you." Mr. Smith ordered, his voice low and commanding.
Bella hesitated for a moment before reaching down and grabbing the soles of her Hello Kitty sneakers, bringing them up to her face. She could smell the faint scent of her own sweat and the leather, a smell that made her pussy clench around Mr. Smith's cock.
"Fuck, that's it," Mr. Smith groaned, his hips moving faster as he watched her. "Smell your fucking shoes while your Dad fucks you.
You love it, don't you?" Mr. Smith growled, his voice low and commanding as he watched Bella bring the soles of her Hello Kitty sneakers to her face.
Bella hesitated for a moment before inhaling deeply, the scent of leather and her own sweat filling her nostrils. She could feel her pussy clenching around Mr. Smith's cock as she did so, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through her body.
"Fuck yes," Mr. Smith groaned, his hips moving faster as he watched her. "You're such a good little slut, aren't you?
Smelling your shoes while your daddy fucks you," Mr. Smith growled, his voice thick with lust as he watched Bella inhale deeply, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored the scent of her sneakers.
Bella could feel her pussy dripping with arousal, her body aching for more as Mr. Smith's cock filled her completely. She could feel every ridge, every vein, as he moved in and out of her, his hips slapping against her ass.
"Fuck, Baby," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "You're so fucking tight for your dad. I can't help but fuck you hard." Mr. Smith growled, his hips slamming into hers with increasing force. "Now, lick your shoes, Babygirl." Mr. Smith commanded, his voice thick with lust as he watched Bella's face contort with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.
Bella hesitated for a moment before slowly lowering her head, her tongue darting out to lick the sole of her Hello Kitty sneaker. She could taste the faint scent of her own sweat and the leather, the combination sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. "Lick your fucking shoes like the little slut you are."
Bella whimpered as she continued to lick her sneakers, her body aching with need as Mr. Smith's cock filled her completely.
"Now, lick your Hello Kitty sneakers, Bella," he commanded, his voice thick with lust. Bella hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest as she looked down at the massive platform soles of her sneakers. She could see the faint glisten of her own sweat and the remnants of Mr. Smith's cum on the rubber. With a deep breath, she leaned down, her tongue darting out to lick the sole of her sneaker, starting from the toe and slowly making her way back, tasting the salty mixture of her sweat and his cum.
The rubber was warm and slightly sticky under her tongue, the scent of their combined arousal filling her nostrils. She could feel the rough texture of the platform sole against her tongue, the sensation sending a shiver of pleasure down her spine. She continued to lick, her tongue tracing the outline of the Hello Kitty design, savoring the taste of their combined juices.
As she licked, she could feel Mr. Smith's cock throbbing inside her, his grip on her hips tightening as he watched her with hungry eyes. "That's it, Bella," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Lick your shoes like a good little slut.
Tell your daddy how they taste," Mr. Smith ordered, his voice low and commanding as he watched Bella's tongue trace the outline of the Hello Kitty design on the sole of her sneaker.
Bella hesitated for a moment before slowly pulling her tongue away from the rubber, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored the taste of their combined juices. She took a deep breath before speaking, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Daddy, they taste...they taste like us," she said, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and arousal. "Like our sweat and...and your cum."
Mr. Smith's grip on her hips tightened, his cock throbbing inside her as he listened to her words. "That's right, Bella," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "You're my little slutty Daughter, aren't you? Loving to be fucked by your own father, receiving his semen in your unprotected cunt. Tell Daddy how much you love him!" Bella gasped, her body tensing as she felt him fill her completely.
"I...I love you, Dad," she whimpered, her voice shaking slightly as she looked up at him.
Mr. Smith's eyes darkened as he looked down at her, his grip on her hips tightening. "Louder, Bella," he commanded, his voice low and dangerous. "Tell me how much you love me!"
"I...I love you, Dad!" Bella cried out, her voice louder this time as she felt him slam into her again.
"That's my girl," Mr. Smith groaned, his hips moving faster as he fucked her harder.
Then suddenly he pressed his mouth on hers, giving her a long and passionate kiss. Bella was disgusted by the taste of cigarettes he was bringing onto her tongue but she was to weak to resist, nearly numb from his constant heavy pounding.
"You're my little fuck toy, aren't you, Bella? My personal slut to use whenever I want." He growled, his voice thick with lust.
Bella whimpered, her body aching with pleasure and pain as he slammed into her. "Yes, Daddy," she gasped, her fingers digging into the desk as she tried to hold on.
"Say it, Bella," Mr. Smith commanded, his voice low and dangerous. "Tell me what you are."
"I'm...I'm your little fuck toy, Daddy," Bella panted, her body arching as he hit just the right spot.
"That's right," Mr. Smith groaned, his hips moving faster as he fucked her harder.
Suddenly, there was a loud knock at the door, followed by Luke's urgent voice. I can hear you moaning!"
Bella's eyes widened in panic, and she tried to push Mr. Smith away, but he held her in place, his cock still buried deep inside her. "Don't stop, Bella," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. "Keep making those noises. Make him think you're enjoying it."
Bella's heart pounded in her chest as she looked up at Mr. Smith, her eyes filled with fear and desperation.
"Luke, no, wait!" she cried out, her voice shaking as she tried to push Mr. Smith away.
But it was too late. Luke's fist pounded on the door again, harder this time, the sound echoing through the classroom. "Bella, open the door right now!" he demanded, his voice laced with anger and suspicion.
Mr. Smith just smiled, his grip on Bella's hips tightening as he continued to move inside her. "Let him in, Bella," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous.
"Let him see what his little girlfriend is up to."
Mr. Smith's grip on Bella's hips tightened as he pulled out of her, leaving her feeling empty and desperate for more. He stepped back, giving Luke room to enter the classroom.
Luke stormed in, his face red with anger and betrayal. "What the hell is going on here?" he demanded, his eyes darting between Bella and Mr. Smith.
Bella's heart pounded in her chest as she tried to think of something to say, anything to explain what was happening. But before she could speak, Mr. Smith stepped forward, a cruel smile playing on his lips.
"Well, well, well," he said, his voice dripping with mock concern. "Looks like our little secret is out."
Luke's eyes narrowed as he looked between Bella and Mr. Smith. "What are you talking about?" he demanded.
Mr. Smith chuckled, his eyes gleaming with malice.
Luke's eyes landed on Bella's shoes, the massive platform soles of her Hello Kitty sneakers glistening with a mix of sweat and cum. His eyes widened in shock and disbelief as he took in the sight of them. "What the hell is that?" he asked, his voice shaking with anger and betrayal.
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