Stephanie. SeXStoRY

"Stephanie! What on earth do you think you are doing?!" I hear behind me. I jump, dropping my magazine to the floor. "Mr Dawson! What... What are you doing here? At this time?" "What does that matter, Stephanie? What matters is what I have just witnessed you doing! You know that... Material is not allowed in my school! You're a whore, Stephanie!" "Mr Dawson-" "I'll be writing to your parents about this, Stephanie. Do you think your father will be proud to hear that you've been looking at naked women?!" he asks, walking over towards me. He grabbs my knee and throws it to the side of the bed so my legs are now spread wide. "Do you think he'd be proud that you were getting wet to these women?!" he demands now, placing a hand on my exposed pussy. It's dripping from the pictures I'd just been masturbating to. I blush, looking away. "No..." "Don't look away from me, you whore! You look me in the eyes!" he yells and I snap my head up to look at him, still blushing. Suddenly, he inserts two (wet from my own juices) fingers inside of me. I gasp. "Mr Dawson..?" "You know, Stephanie, I wouldn't have to write to your father if we could come to... An arrangement," "An arrangement, Sir?" I ask as he slowly removes his belt. "Roll over, Stephanie," "Sir..?" "Now, damn it!" he yells and i quickly roll over. Suddenly, his belt comes down on my ass with a crack and I cant help but let out a wail of pain. He repeats this four more times, laughing as he throws his belt into the corner of the room. "Okay. You can turn around now," he tells me and I do. He places his hand back onto my pussy and closes his eyes. "You're wetter. You were aroused by that, Stephanie?" he asks and I nod. "Yes, Sir" "Unbutton your blouse, Stephanie," "Sir, I cant-" I start, interuppted by him roughly unbuttoning it for me. I try to pull away from him but his eyes meet mine. "This is part of the arrangement, Stephanie. Remove your bra. Now," he commands. I do so and he rips it from me, throwing it into the corner with his belt. He roughly grabs my left breast, forcing me to lay down on the bed with his other hand. He straddles me, still fully dressed. He arches his back, leaning down to me and takes my nipple in his mouth. He sucks and I cant help but to let out a groan of pure pleasure. He pulls away from me, grinning widely. "You like that, whore?" he asks. "Yes, s-sir," I stutter from the pleasure I'm currently recieving by him fondling my breasts roughly. He bites under my breast, before continuing to suck in the same spot. One of his hands is now in my hair, grasping firmly. He scooches down on my body, eyeing up my pussy with hungry eyes. "Are you a virgin, Stephanie?" he asks. I am. "No, sir," I lie. "I dont believe you. Are you lying to me?" "Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir," I say. "You'll be punished for that, whore," TBC.