I couldn't stop letting out lewd moans.
"Mmm, mmm, I'm about to climax again..."
"I'm cumming too, my slutty teacher."
"Mmm, mmm, cum inside me, cum inside your teacher's slutty pussy."
I had already lost my senses from the intense fucking, displaying extreme wantonness by actively encouraging my own student to cum inside me. Usually, I presenting myself as a cold, beautiful, and untouchable woman, to the point where some male teachers wouldn't dare speak to me. Yet here I was now, on my knees in the car, my big ass raised high, being fucked by a student twenty years my junior calling me his "slutty teacher" and "little bitch," allowing him to creampie me. If anyone heard about this, they'd think I was insane, but it was actually happening right now.
As his movements became faster and faster, with one final powerful thrust, we reached climax simultaneously. Hot spurts shot from his big cock, repeatedly hitting my innermost walls. My own climax created waves that collided with his, continuing for several dozen seconds.
After climaxing, I collapsed weakly onto the seat while he breathed heavily. A few minutes later, having recovered, he sat properly again and pulled me onto his lap, embracing me. Our naked bodies pressed tightly together. My face, flushed with satisfaction, looked adorable. Remembering my recent lewdness, I hugged his neck tightly and buried my face in his chest, softly calling him naughty, just like a lovestruck young girl who had been bullied.
"You're bad, how could you bully your teacher like this?"
"Teachers are meant to be bullied," he said while thrusting his hips again, making me feel his hardness returning again, showing no signs of having just cum.
"How are you hard again?" I asked in surprise.
"What's hard again?" he asked, pretending not to know.
"That thing of yours."
"What thing, teacher?" he continued teasing me.
"You know, that thing!" I pouted angrily.
"What thing? Teacher needs to be specific," he said, deliberately thrusting again.
"Hmph!" I remained sulky without answering him. Knowing I wasn't truly angry, he spoke again:
"Teacher, you were calling it quite enthusiastically earlier. If teacher can't remember, I'll have to help my slutty teacher recall," With that, placing his hands on my waist to reposition me. I quickly stopped him.
"No, no, teacher was wrong, okay? It's your big cock, are you satisfied now?" I said with feigned anger. "You just love humiliating your teacher," I added with annoyance.
"Does my slutty teacher enjoy being humiliated by me?" he asked with a lewd smile.
"Who enjoys it? Hmph, you bad boy."
"Even when angry, teacher is so cute. But let me correct you teacher, it's not hard again, it never softened. How could it possibly soften in front of such a voluptuous teacher with full breasts, plump ass, slim waist, long legs, and such an alluring face?"
"Are you still trying to embarrass your teacher? If you continue, I'll really get angry." Being called such names by my own student didn't make me angry; instead, moisture began to form between my legs.
"Since teacher won't admit it, I'll have to force you to acknowledge it," he said, shifting his gaze downward to my pussy and thrust his hips again.
"No, no, I'm too sore down there, we can't do it again," I quickly protested. But my body remained quietly in his embrace without moving. Somehow I was confident he would consider my feelings and not force another round.
"That's not my concern. Who told teacher not to tell the truth?" He thrust again to frighten me. Knowing this wouldn't end without giving him the answer he wanted, I had to say what he wanted to hear.
"Yes, yes, teacher likes being humiliated by you. I'm your little slut, your slutty teacher, okay?" I said, seemingly forced, but was it really against my will?
"Good little slut," he said, pinching my nose playfully.
"Hmph, you rascal. The first time you see your teacher, you think about fucking her big ass, and now you're humiliating me like this."
"So is my slutty teacher's big ass for me to fuck?" he asked again.
"Yes, yes. My ass grew this big just for you to fuck, okay?"
"Teacher, let's clean up and go home," he said. Looking outside, it was already dark. It was time to leave. Looking at the back seat of the car, it was covered in our fluids. Even my pussy was still dripping with the mixture of semen and fluids from my recent orgasm. I was troubled and said, "How do we clean this? It's all... like this."
"That's all because teacher is too slutty, too wet," he replied, then added, "When I said clean up, I didn't mean the car but cleaning him. We can clean the car tomorrow." He pointed to his cock.
"Oh, alright," I agreed while reaching for tissues, but he stopped me.
"Little slut, not with tissues," he said. Confused, I asked, "If not tissues, then what?" He touched my lips and said, "With teacher's mouth, of course."
I stared at him wide-eyed, then thought that perhaps all men like this.
"No, it's too dirty. I won't do it. Besides, I've never used my mouth for that..." Before I could finish, he became extremely excited.
"Teacher's mouth is still untouched? Then I definitely must try it. Such sexy lips must be as good as teacher's pussy."
"You rascal, No, maybe another time. Let's go home now," I outwardly refused while pouting, but somehow a part of me deep down wanted to try it.
"If teacher doesn't want to, that's fine," he answered, surprising me, but I quickly realized what was coming next.
"Since your mouth isn't willing, we'll use your pussy instead. After all, my little slut's pussy is also first-class, right?" Hearing him say this and looking at my swollen, red pussy, I knew another round would leave me unable to walk, let alone drive the car. Just as I was bending down to lick it, I heard him command loudly, "Kneel."
I was startled by the sudden command and flinched backward. But my body, as if by natural reaction, without any disgust or resistance, obediently knelt in the same spot where I had just been fucked. However, this time he wasn't kneeling behind me holding my hips. Instead, he sat right in front of me, spread his legs, held his erect cock, and waited for me to serve him.
Looking at the engorged big cock and reddened glans, I suddenly felt playful. I used my finger to flick it side to side, and it swayed like a roly-poly toy. No matter which way I pushed it, when released, it would return straight to the center.
"Little slut, do you not want to go home today?" he said somewhat sternly, like how I would discipline disobedient students.
"I do, I do," I replied like a student who had made a mistake and was being punished by a teacher. I quickly grasped his cock and took the tip in my mouth, then glanced upward, seemingly trying to gauge his current mood through his facial expression. But what I saw was a face contorted to the point of being unrecognizable, appearing to be in extreme pain. I immediately released his cock, stood up, and stroked his face, asking anxiously, "What's wrong? What's wrong? Are you okay?"
After a few seconds of recovery, his expression improved slightly, and he scolded, "Kneel. Who told you to stand up?"
Hearing his words, I unconsciously knelt down quickly, afraid of angering him. But I was only concerned for him, why was he like this? I knelt with my legs together, pouting, and my head lowered, feeling extremely wronged at that moment.
"Little slut, I told you to use your mouth, not bite. You need to use your tongue, and your lips should be wrapped around my big cock, understand?"
"I told you this is my first time, how would I know all this?" I explained, feeling wronged.
"Fine, fine, I'll let it go today. It seems I'll need to train you properly later," he said. I looked at him confused and asked, "What is training?"
He looked at me with a puzzled expression for a long time before saying, "It means making you obedient and submissive, teaching you how to serve me properly. Like when you buy a puppy and train it how to... never mind, we'll talk about this later."
After hearing his explanation, I muttered softly, "So I've become your pet?"
He became excited and said, "Yes, exactly. From today on, teacher is my pet, my little submissive pet, understand?"
"Hmph, I don't want to be your pet. You just love bullying me." Hearing my words, he seemed very happy. Without answering my question, he simply patted my head and said, "Good, little slut get up now. Let's go home."
"Hmph," I snorted lightly as I stood up, ignoring him and wiping myself with tissues. After cleaning myself and putting on my clothes, he was still sitting there naked and said, "Little pet, clean me too."
When I took tissues and prepared to clean him, he stroked my head and said very sternly, "Kneel."
"I hope I don't have to repeat myself in the future. You should know when to kneel, understand?" Compared to his tone when saying "kneel," this sentence sounded particularly gentle, like a teacher giving a lesson to students, very tender and mild.
After hearing him, I rolled my eyes but naturally knelt between his legs and began cleaning his body. After I finished, he opened the door, got out, stretched for a bit, and sat in the passenger seat. I wiped the back seat as best I could. My stockings had been completely torn and couldn't be worn anymore, so I wrapped them with the cleaning tissues and threw them in the trash can.
After returning home and showering, I was preparing to rest in bed when he sent a message. He said he knew I had a habit of keeping a diary and told me to write today's events word for word as a diary entry, saying he would check it. Somehow, as if possessed, I actually went to my desk, picked up a pen, and wrote this entry that isn't really a diary.
As I put down the pen, my pussy juices had already soaked the entire chair, dripping onto the floor and forming a small puddle. Before he asked me to write, he had instructed me to wear my teacher outfit but without underwear or bra, and to wear stockings with the crotch torn open. And I actually followed all his instructions.
After I finished writing, he sent another message asking me to remove my top, roll my pencil skirt up to my waist, raise my hands, and take a photo from above to show him. I didn't comply, just simply took a photo from above and sent it to him. After seeing it, he said, "Little bitch is not being obedient."
But he still noticed the puddle on the floor, and then he made a video call. Under his guidance with dirty words, calling me "little slut" and other names, I experienced my first masturbation in my life. Afterward, without even removing my clothes, I fell into a deep sleep on the bed.
*****
After reading this, I remained deeply unsettled for a long time.