NTR Isekai - Part 3 - Chapter 20
I stood there, my mouth hanging open, my mind reeling from her words. My teacher wanted to fuck me? Part of me wanted to reject her, to say that her words were not true. What happened before was just a mistake. However, before my mind could work out an excuse, Miss Diane’s lips were on mine. Her kiss was soft at first, tentative, as if she were asking permission. However, the feeling caused an explosive reaction in me, and I began to kiss her back aggressively, my tongue exploring her mouth.
I could taste something salty and bitter on her breath, and I realized with a start that it was the other men. She had been sucking that guy’s dick, and he probably wasn’t the first. The thought filled me with revulsion, but it only lasted a second before I was filled with extreme arousal. My hands moved of their own accord, reaching out to grip her naked hips. Her skin was warm and smooth beneath my fingers, but I could feel the raised welts and bruises that dotted her body. She let out a soft moan as my fingers traced over a particularly tender spot.
“More,” she broke off our kiss and begged in my ear. “I want you to eat my pussy.”
I pushed her back onto the bed, my body covering hers. I could feel the stickiness between her legs, the remnants of the other man’s seed smeared across her thighs. I should have been repulsed. I should have stopped. But I didn’t. Instead, I found myself kissing my way down her body, my lips and tongue tracing paths over her bruised skin.
When I reached her pussy, I hesitated. It was red and swollen, cum still leaking from her hole. The sight of it, the smell of it, it was intoxicating and repulsive at the same time. I told myself to stop, to pull back, but my body had other ideas. I buried my face between her legs, my tongue lapping at her folds.
The taste hit me immediately. It was salty and musky, with a distinct bitterness that I knew wasn’t her. It was him. The man who had fucked her before me, who had cum inside her, who had choked her until she passed out. And I was teasing him about her. I should have gagged, should have pulled away in disgust. But instead, I found myself licking harder, my tongue delving deeper, chasing the taste of his cum inside her.
“Yes, Connor,” she moaned, her hands tangling in my hair. “Eat me out. Clean me up. Make me yours.”
Her words spurred me on, and I licked and sucked at her pussy with renewed vigor. It was like my mind was no longer under my control. I wanted nothing more than to please my teacher. I could feel her body trembling beneath me, her thighs squeezing against my head as she ground herself against my face. The mixture of her juices and his cum coated my chin, my lips, my tongue. Her thigh was sticky with their lovemaking, pressed against my ears and filled my nostrils. It was depraved and wrong, and I couldn’t get enough of it.
She let out a cry, pulling my head away from her crotch with her hand. “I can’t take it anymore. Fuck me, Conner. Abuse my pussy.”
I pulled back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. My cock was fully hard now, straining against my pants. I quickly undid my trousers, letting them fall to the floor, and positioned myself between her legs. I grabbed her thighs, spreading them wide, and thrust into her in one brutal motion. She let out a cry, her back arching off the bed. Her pussy was wet and slick with the other man’s cum, and it made my cock slide right in, a squelching sound as I thrust into her. I could feel the warm, sticky feeling of her used cunt coating my dick, but I still started to thrust into her.
“Is that all you’ve got?” she taunted, her eyes flashing. “I said abuse me. Make me feel it. Come on, rape me!”
Her words suddenly caused a feeling of rage inside me. I grabbed her throat just like the other man had done and began to thrust as hard as I could.
“Yes,” she gasped, her throat croaking slightly. “That’s it. More. Give me more.”
I squeezed harder, my hips pistoning in and out of her with a ferocity I didn’t know I possessed. I could feel her body starting to convulse beneath me, her pussy clenching around my cock as she approached her orgasm. But just as I felt her start to tighten, I felt my own orgasm overwhelm me. I had gone too fast, and the whole thing was too arousing.
With a groan, I came, my body shuddering as I spilled my seed inside her. It was over almost as soon as it had begun. I collapsed on top of her, my breathing ragged, my body spent. I had barely lasted a minute.
Miss Diane lay beneath me, her body still trembling with unfulfilled desire. There was a brief moment of silence, but then she reached up, stroking my hair gently.
“You did a good job, Connor,” she said, her voice soft and patronizing. It was the same tone she used when a student did poorly on an exam, but she didn’t want to hurt their feelings. “You can choke me harder. I don’t need to be able to breathe, at least for a little bit. Maybe next time will be better.”
Her words cut through the haze of my post-orgasmic bliss, and I felt a wave of shame and guilt wash over me. I had raped her again. I had taken advantage of her, used her for my own pleasure, and I hadn’t even satisfied her. And the taste of the other man’s cum was still on my lips, in my mouth, coating my tongue. I rolled off her, my stomach churning. The reality of what I had done, what I had tasted, hit me like a punch to the gut. I leaned over the side of the bed, gagging, my body heaving as I tried to expel the taste from my mouth.
“Connor?” Miss Diane’s voice was filled with surprise. “Are you okay?”
I couldn’t answer. I was too busy gagging, my body rebelling against the depravity of what I had just done. I could only feel disgust at what I’d done. I was a disgusting person.
Miss Diane sat up, her brow furrowed in concern. Then, without a word, she moved down the bed, positioning herself between my legs. Before I could protest, she took my softening cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head.
She took me deeper than I had ever experienced before. Her lips pressed against the base of my shaft, her nose buried in my pubic hair, and I could feel the tight constriction of her throat around the head of my cock. I had never been deep-throated before. Kate had never done this, and neither had Riley nor Faith. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever felt, a tight, wet heat that engulfed me. I could feel her gag reflex spasming around me, her throat constricting and releasing as she fought to hold me inside her. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she didn’t pull back. Instead, she swallowed, her throat muscles massaging my cock in a rhythmic undulation that made my toes curl.
I gripped the sheets beneath me, my hips bucking involuntarily. I wanted to warn her, to tell her to slow down, but the words caught in my throat. The pressure was building too fast, too intense. Her mouth was like a vacuum, sucking me deeper, her tongue swirling around my shaft as she pulled back only to plunge again. The wet, slurping sounds filled the room, obscene and intoxicating. I watched her head bob up and down, her glasses askew on her face, her eyes looking up at me with a mixture of determination and desire. It was too much. The sight of my teacher on her knees, her lips stretched around my cock, her throat bulging with each deep thrust, pushed me over the edge before I even realized what was happening.
I didn’t even realize my cock had grown hard, but I was already cumming. I tried to pull back in a panic, but I couldn’t stop it. As soon as my dick left her mouth, I erupted. My cum shot directly into her face, hitting her glasses and hair before leaking down her nose and mouth. She didn’t drink a single drop, as it all ended up on her face. As soon as I finished cumming, my cock flopped down like a defeated snake. I stared at the mess all over her face, my body still trembling from the force of my orgasm.
“I’m sorry,” I stammered. “I didn’t mean to…”
Miss Diane wiped the cum from her face with the back of her hand, her expression annoyed.
“Maybe I misunderstood, maybe you really aren’t the sadist I thought you were.” She said, then muttered something under her breath that I barely managed to hear. “Are you even a man at all?”
Her words hit me like a slap in the face. I felt my face burn with shame, my stomach twist with inadequacy. I wanted to protest, to defend myself, but I couldn’t find the words. Because she was right. I wasn’t a man. A real man would have satisfied her. A real man would have made her cum. A real man wouldn’t have lasted less than a minute.
“I’m sorry,” I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’m so sorry.”
Miss Diane sighed, her expression one of disappointment and resignation. I could see her slutty side receding, being replaced with the practical side as a teacher. She looked at me with disinterest. She stood up from the bed, walking over to a basin in the corner of the room. She washed her face, cleaning my cum from her skin, and then wiped between her legs, removing the mixture of my seed and the other man’s wish she hadn’t done before we had sex.
“So,” she said, her voice businesslike now. “How did you end up here anyway?”
Still feeling embarrassed and pathetic, I explained to her about the hidden passage in the treasury, about the tunnels that ran beneath the castle, about how I had stumbled upon the brothel while trying to escape the guards. She listened patiently, nodding occasionally.
“Those tunnels are something all the royalty use when they want to visit whores without being seen,” she explained. “You won’t be able to return until the morning. Even if the guards are finished, there may be other people using it this late at night.”
“What should I do?” I asked, feeling helpless.
She gestured to a large armoire in the corner of the room. “Hide in there for now. I’ll help you return to the castle later.”
Since she was acting cold, I didn’t want to do anything else to make Miss Diane upset. I did as she said, slipping into the armoire and pulling the doors shut behind me. It was cramped and dark inside, the wooden walls pressing in on me, so I left a crack open so that I could continue to see. That’s how I noticed the armoire was filled with lingerie and underwear. Silk and lace, in every color imaginable. I could smell Miss Diane’s scent on them, a mixture of perfume and something else, which made me realize it was her clothing.
I found myself reaching out, my fingers brushing against a pair of lacy panties. I brought them to my nose, inhaling deeply. The scent was intoxicating, and I felt my cock stir again. What was wrong with me? I had just cum twice, and yet I was getting hard again from sniffing my teacher’s panties.
Before I could dwell on it further, I heard the door to the bedroom open. Miss Diane’s voice drifted in, followed by the deeper tones of a man. I peered through a crack in the armoire doors, my breath catching in my throat. This man was tall and muscular. He appeared foreign to this country, with very dark skin. Miss Diane knelt before him; her head bowed in submission. I only realized in that moment she was continuing to see other people even while I was in the armoire.
“Please, master,” she said, her voice trembling. “Punish me. I’ve been a bad girl.”
The man laughed, a harsh, grating sound.
“Yes, you have,” he said. “And you know what happens to bad girls.”
I could only watch as he stripped off Miss Diane’s robe and then put her on the bed, tying her hands to the handrails while she was on all fours with her butt in the air, facing me and giving me a view of everything. The man reached into his robes and pulled out a long whip with a leather handle. He raised the whip, bringing it down across her back with a sharp crack. Miss Diane cried out, her body jerking with the impact. But it wasn’t a cry of pain. It was a cry of pleasure.
I watched, transfixed, as the man continued to whip her, the leather leaving red welts across her pale skin. With each strike, Miss Diane moaned louder, her body trembling with pleasure. I watched as liquid began to shoot from her pussy. She was squirting while cumming. I hadn’t made her squirt earlier.
My hand found its way to my cock again, stroking it as I watched. I was both shocked and aroused, my mind reeling from the sight of my teacher being beaten and loving it. I sniffed her panties, the scent filling my nostrils, as I masturbated to the scene before me.
The man eventually put down the whip, replacing it with his cock. He fucked her roughly, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. Miss Diane took it all, her body writhing in pleasure, her moans filling the room.
“Yes! This is what I need! This is how I like it!” She moaned as she came.
I felt like those words weren’t intended for him, but for me. She was using this moment to teach me. Yet, I was pretty certain I couldn’t treat her this way. All I could do was jack off and cum while watching from her armoire.