Tied up and played with by the teacher

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Sometimes, I would even deliberately go to class without a bra during the day.

My large breasts, unrestrained by a bra, would simply wear two nipple covers. Once, I even forgot I had PE that day.

Normally, when I was doing my homework in the classroom, not many people noticed anything different about me. And I was used to the unusual looks I received. Even when I wore a bra, those lecherous male classmates would still secretly observe me.

I even knew they called me nicknames like "Big Boobs" behind my back.

That was just sour grapes. I never paid them any attention.

But that day in PE, I, who was usually fearless, finally felt fear.

I wanted to use the excuse that my clothes were too tight to go back to my dorm and change, but when I got back, I found that the dorm supervisor was nowhere to be seen. I waited for a few minutes, but she didn't appear. Later, I asked the owner of the supermarket next door, and he told me that the supervisor had an urgent matter at home and had to go out for half an hour. And while the owner was talking, his eyes were fixed on my chest, as if he'd never seen such large breasts before. I know he sometimes leers, but never this blatantly; he probably did it because no one was around. The owner's wife wasn't in the store either.

I left the supermarket, feeling incredibly angry. How could the dorm supervisor just leave her post like that without leaving a key? But I had to go to class, otherwise I might get deducted credits. Physical education credits can't be made up for with other subjects; if I fail, I have to retake the course. And this teacher is a monster, incredibly strict; he's using the credit issue to "blackmail" us freshmen.

Left with no other choice, I reluctantly went to PE class, proudly displaying my large breasts.

On the way, my breasts jiggled and swayed as I walked. Honestly, how could anyone attend PE class like that? But I had to go, so I gritted my teeth and went. When I got to the playground and started lining up, I deliberately and quietly joined the back row.

But my height clearly wasn't enough to reach the back. Oh, I forgot to mention, I'm only a little over 1.6 meters tall. I'm from the South, and among girls there, I'm not particularly outstanding, but not short either. However, in university, with classmates coming from all over, my height suddenly became a "flaw." At 1.6 meters, I was always in the first two rows. But then again, I think I'm attractive to the guys. Having large breasts and being pretty are one reason, but another is my petite figure. It seems that both handsome guys from the South and tall guys from the North, who are often over 1.8 meters, prefer girls like me who are on the shorter side; they look demure. But only I know that I'm actually a naturally promiscuous girl, with a seductive air about me. And I also think that with my small frame and large breasts, I'd be the center of attention wherever I go, not to mention I'm so pretty. Okay, back to the point.

I quietly lined up at the back, hoping to escape this ordeal. But there was no way around it; the teacher's eyes are always sharp. After scanning the crowd, he immediately looked at the back, as if searching for something. Sure enough, his gaze soon settled on me.

"Lin Minhua, come out here!"

The teacher's tone was icy cold as it assaulted me.

I bit my lip, helpless, afraid of further punishment, so I had no choice but to grit my teeth and move forward.

I reached the second row and was about to stop when the teacher looked at me and suddenly said, "You come to the first row and see if you'll follow the rules from now on." I felt a wicked smile on his lips as he spoke. But I couldn't say anything. I slowly moved to the front, and the students in the middle naturally made way for me.

I walked very steadily, afraid that my breasts would sway with each step, making me appear extremely lewd in public and revealing the real me.

I walked to the front and stood at attention, no longer moving. Everyone was a little nervous about what today's PE class would be like. We all remembered that last time, he made us do squats. A hundred of us, some of the weaker girls, couldn't do it at all. Those who couldn't did running—a thousand meters! It was practically hellish training; we all said it was almost like military training. This time, the students were naturally filled with worry. And the most worried of all was me.

But the teacher seemed to be deliberately targeting me. Was it because I was standing at the back at the beginning? That's what I initially thought, but later I realized it wasn't because I saw the subtle wickedness in his eyes and the lewd smile on his lips. And later it was confirmed that he was after my big breasts and wanted to have sex with me, deliberately messing with me. Let me tell you the rest of the story. He called my name, singled me out.

First, he said I wasn't active in class and arrived late. In fact, although I was late, I arrived as soon as the bell rang and wasn't late. Then he made me do squats.

He made me do 50 in one go as a small punishment. Then, he said my form was incorrect and made me do them again.

All the students were watching me. My large breasts were exposed to the air, only separated by a thin t-shirt—the kind that was tight and stretched large and thin—almost transparent in the sunlight.

The male students were naturally enjoying the view, while the female students, many of them, thought I was lewd. So later, I even gained the nickname "slut" behind my back. As I moved up and down, my breasts bounced. At this point, the teacher wasn't satisfied with just watching from the sidelines; he walked over and stood beside me. "I told you to straighten your body, don't bend over," he said, patting my back. I felt a force on my back, my whole body trembled, and I almost fell as I was about to squat down.

My breasts trembled with the force of his pat.

My breasts, unsupported by a bra, swayed and rippled, dazzling the students.

When the teacher saw I was about to fall, he hurriedly "kindly" helped me up, but his placement was awkward—his hands reached from behind my back, under my armpits, landing squarely on my chest. Since I was standing at the front, with my back to everyone, and the other students were all behind me, they couldn't see anything. Taking advantage of this moment, the teacher forcefully squeezed my breast.

"Ugh," I let out a soft gasp in surprise. At first, the teacher steadied me, acting like a respectable teacher, comforting me by saying I should stand more steadily next time. But then he took the opportunity to say I was physically weak and needed to exercise more.

So, while the other students were punished with a 3000-meter run, I was forced to lie on the grass for arm strength training.

He made me lie face down on the grass, supporting myself with my hands, doing push-ups.

My breasts were so big; how could he not see them while I was lying on the ground?

My deep cleavage, my white breasts, even the petal-shaped nipple covers were all coming into his view.

I moved with shame and indignation, each movement pressing my breasts heavily against the grass, the prickling sensation sending shivers down my spine.

And whenever I tried to lift my arms, my breasts couldn't completely leave the grass, because they were so large, hanging down low.

I moaned and groaned for a while, but I was utterly exhausted.

At this point, the students had only run less than a kilometer.

I didn't know how the teacher would torture me. Anyway, he would definitely continue torturing me until the other students arrived.

Sure enough, seeing that I couldn't move anymore and lay on the ground, he ordered me to get up.

"You don't even have this much strength? A big-breasted beauty like you, dressed so scantily, could easily be raped on the street. How can you not have learned some self-defense?" Saying this, the teacher ordered me to do some relaxation exercises.

I had no choice but to do as he said, but at the same time, his eyes never truly left my chest.

To my classmates, she seemed like a dedicated teacher, always watching over them. It's hard to believe; I even doubted that those words like "big-breasted girl" and "rape" came from her mouth.

But then, the relaxation exercises ended. She ordered me over, saying she'd teach me some grappling techniques.

Right there on the sunlit playground, in front of all the other runners, he repeatedly used reverse grappling techniques, sometimes pinning me to the ground, sometimes pulling me into his arms. But every single time, he was violating my breasts.

What's worse, being naturally promiscuous, I'd actually gotten used to this. My small nipples stood erect, welcoming his assault.

Only, my nipples were covered by nipple covers, so they weren't visible. "Ah!" "Mmm!"

"Ah, teacher, be gentle!"

I was repeatedly "instructed" by the teacher, but I never quite grasped the grappling techniques. In the end, he took full advantage of me, and my screams when he "hit" me sounded like lewd moans even to myself.

Finally, the other runners came over one by one. Actually, they had been watching the commotion from a short distance away for quite a while. Firstly, they were afraid the teacher would continue to punish them; secondly, they wanted to rest a bit longer; and thirdly, the male students probably found it quite enjoyable to see me, a busty girl, being played with like this by the teacher, so they didn't intend to disrupt the atmosphere.

I sat down on the ground with difficulty, looking at the teacher with resentment in my eyes.

The teacher told us all to sit on the grass and rest. Then, he disappeared.

I suspect that after violating my breasts that time, he secretly went to the toilet to masturbate by himself because later, when he grabbed me and demanded oral sex, I immediately asked him if there was any semen in his crotch. Of course, I'll explain this slowly. When everyone was sitting on the grass and the teacher didn't come, they started to move around freely.

The male students also took the opportunity to surround me, asking to learn the "grappling techniques" the teacher had just taught me, saying they wanted to learn a move or two as well. They tugged at my arms and clothes, seemingly a casual tug-of-war between classmates, but a few groping hands were secretly taking advantage of me. I was too weak to resist, but I knew they were thinking, "Who would have thought that their usually arrogant beauty queen is such a slut to be toyed with?" They must have also seen me being toyed with by the teacher. I remained silent, not wanting to talk to them. It wasn't until almost the end of class that the teacher finally

came over. "Class dismissed, that's all for today."

After saying that, the students eagerly left. Finally, they were free from this devil's clutches. But I wasn't so lucky. I was too tired, and the fall had hurt me, so I couldn't get up and fell to the ground.

My already tight skirt rode up even higher with this accidental tug. My legs parted, and the teacher could see right through my skirt. I saw his eyes widen.

Then, he pretended to be kind and came up to help me, smiling as he said, "Teacher will take you to the infirmary so you can get a good look at yourself." Of course, I knew what this lecherous teacher was up to. He had already violated my breasts; was he afraid to do anything else? Although I liked tall, strong men, and the PE teacher fit my taste perfectly, I couldn't muster any feelings for him right now.

"No need, I can go back myself," I said, breaking free from him and trying to get up again.

But he grabbed my hand, forcibly helping me up, pretending I couldn't walk, and dragged me to the infirmary near the playground.

"Teacher, I don't need it, really, I don't need it," I said, pulling on the infirmary door, trying to escape, but he pulled my hand away and slammed the door shut.

I looked at the person in front of me, surprised to see that his penis was already erect, and quite a large one at that. I stared at "it" in a daze, swallowing hard.

"How about that, you little slut, daring to come to PE class without a bra, and wearing such a sexy short skirt, who are you trying to seduce, huh?" "I saw you surrounded by a group of male classmates near the toilet just now. Do you want to be gang-raped?" The teacher slapped me across the face as he spoke.

I felt an unprecedented sense of humiliation. He was so disrespectful! "What are you saying? If you hadn't made me so tired just now, I wouldn't have sat with so many sluts," I retorted.

But my retort only enraged him.

"What did you say? You're lewd and you're blaming me? Looks like if I don't punish you properly today, I won't be your good teacher anymore!" He pulled out a rope. I recognized

it; it had been used as a boundary marker during the school sports meet.

"W-What are you going to do?" I looked at the rope in his hand in terror, backing away in fear.

But he grabbed me and quickly bound me up.

First, he tied my hands with the middle of the rope, binding them behind my back.

Then, he wrapped the excess rope around my neck to prevent me from moving or escaping. Because even the slightest movement would cause the rope to tighten around my neck.

The rest of my body was then bound tightly, binding everything he could reach, except for my two large breasts. "Such beautiful breasts. Tell me, how many people have washed these breasts of yours? Are these breasts sensitive? How do you like others to play with your breasts, hmm?" the teacher said, pinching my breast hard.

"Ah!" It hurt, and tears welled up in my eyes.

But then the teacher slapped me across the face again: "If you cry again, I'll fuck you to death. Anyway, a big-breasted slut like you will just be gang-raped in society. I might as well take advantage of this now and let me teach you what it means to be fucked." I was terrified by what the teacher said. I wanted to cry but dared not, so I kept my mouth shut, afraid that he would really fuck me to death.

He spread my legs wide in a spread-eagle position again and then tied them tightly. I felt like a crab with its limbs bound, completely at his mercy.

I lay helplessly on the nursing mat. At this moment, the teacher finally pulled out his penis—a huge, 18-centimeter-long cock. He swung it around and slapped it against my mouth.

"Come on, you little slut, lick my cock. Use your best technique to lick my cock." I felt a fishy, foul smell coming from near my mouth. Strange, his cock hadn't even been inside me yet, so how could it smell like semen? Then I immediately thought of the scene when he disappeared in the toilet. I realized something, but it was too late. He had already pried open my mouth and shoved his cock inside.

"Mmm..." My mouth was stuffed full, and I couldn't speak. The man's lingering, foul-smelling semen mixed with my saliva in my mouth.

"A slut like you should be cleaning up men's semen. After I pee, you'll have to lick my cock. Just thinking about it makes me feel good," he said, slapping my breasts as he spoke.

I could clearly feel my breasts swaying from side to side with his slaps, the heavy flesh wanting to be flung away.

"Ugh," I whimpered, unable to make a sound.

"Swallow the semen and saliva, or don't blame me for being rude," the teacher said, slapping my chest again.

I felt both pain and lust, and knew I had to obediently swallow it, licking every inch of his cock to clean away the lingering taste before swallowing. It

wasn't that I was disgusted by the taste of semen; I would habitually swallow my ex-boyfriends' semen even if they didn't ask me to. But in this situation, I felt ashamed and humiliated, so I didn't want to do it.

But I dared not disobey the teacher's orders .

At this moment, the teacher saw that I had cleaned up the semen, and looking at the glistening saliva on it, he began to play with my vagina.

"Is my penis wetter, or is your little mouth wetter?" To be honest, although I resisted, my body's sensations didn't lie. A considerable amount of vaginal fluid had already flowed out of my vagina. My underwear was wet, and I could clearly feel it. Sure enough, the teacher pushed up my skirt, pulled down my underwear, and said that it was soaking wet.

The crotch of my underwear was pulled into a thin line by him, and he pulled it open on one side of my labia, exposing my entire labia and vaginal opening. His fingers, from my genitals down, stroked the fine hairs, and came to my clitoris, which had already unknowingly become quiet, and pressed hard. "Ah..." I was already aroused, and this press made me feel completely overwhelmed. I couldn't move my hands and feet, and could only throw my head back and moan.

"Little girl, little slut, you can't even take this? Let me tell you, you'd better not scream. If you scream, other teachers will come, and they might all rape you. Let me tell you, all the teachers love your huge breasts and want to taste their fragrance. If you don't scream, I won't tell anyone that I raped you. Otherwise, you'll be expelled from school and ridiculed by your classmates." After saying that, he forcefully shoved a finger into my vagina.

"Ah!" I screamed. But after a brief scream, I immediately stopped. Because I thought of what he had just said.

I had worked so hard to get into this university, and I wouldn't give up easily. And if my classmates knew that I was such a slut, they would definitely look down on me and might even gang rape me. So I could only endure it and let the teacher violate me.

He inserted a finger into my vagina and slowly thrust it in and out. When it went in, he pressed on my tender flesh. He seemed to have found my sensitive spot, and then suddenly thrust hard. "Ugh!" I bit my lip, and my vagina contracted fiercely, clamping his finger.

But then a sharp pain shot through my buttocks as he slapped me hard.

"You filthy bitch, your pussy's so tight, it'll break a man's cock!" He lifted his penis, aimed it at my pussy, and thrust it in with a vengeance.

"Ah!" I screamed. Even with the lubrication of my vaginal fluids, I hadn't been with a man in a long time, and I was still very uncomfortable with this extra-large penis.

But the teacher showed no mercy, holding down my legs and beginning to thrust forcefully.

My breasts were bound inside my clothes, and my nipples were covered by nipple covers.

I tried to move my body for more relief, but it was all in vain. I could only watch my wanton breasts become more prominent and erect in the bindings, unable to release them. The swaying and rubbing of my nipples made them even more itchy.

"Please, please, untie me, I...I'm so itchy!"

"Where does it itch, hmm?" The teacher thrust into me hard, almost making me fly off the blanket. But at the same time, my vagina contracted sharply. His penis was pressing against the very core of my being. "Oh, it itches here!" I tried to point to my breasts with my fingers—who can blame me for having such naturally wanton breasts?—but I couldn't do it because my hands were tied.

The teacher knew perfectly well that my breasts were itchy and wanted to be played with, but he deliberately didn't.

He just slowly and deliberately probed my vagina. Every now and then, he would pluck a feather from the shuttlecock beside him and gently dangle it over my areola. It was like scratching an itch through a boot—the more I teased, the itchier it became. "Ah oh~ Ah ah…" I moaned lewdly, trying to twist my body. I had completely forgotten about not being allowed to moan.

Outside the window with the blinds drawn, I noticed a figure had appeared. He lingered for a moment, then quickly left.

I assumed he was just passing by and didn't think much of it.

Then, seeing that I was distracted, the gym teacher continued to thrust into me forcefully, then suddenly ripped my clothes and tore off my areola tape.

His movements were simple and brutal, and his strength was astonishing.

My nipples, unlike his rough and forceful tearing, were ripped off in a lewd arc. As the nipples were removed from the areola tape, my huge breasts swayed in waves.

"Ah...oh..." I moaned lewdly, not caring who was watching outside the window. All I cared about now was that the teacher had ripped off my nipple tape. My breasts were finally going to be violated. My breasts were exposed to the air, two pairs of white flesh swaying, each topped with two erect nipples.

Around my breasts, a thick rope bound them, preventing them from swinging too much.

Below the ropes were thin, torn pieces of clothing. It was a sight that made anyone want to rape me.

And I was the one who would enjoy being raped .

I couldn't care less anymore. Wasn't he just a PE teacher? I'd already been hurt by so many male "friends," what was one more? Besides, to be honest, he had a great body and a good physique. In that respect, he was my type. If I could cooperate with him and become his sexual partner in the future, that would be great. So I started moaning even more wildly: "Oh... good teacher, good brother, you're my good big cock, teacher, I want your big cock, I love your big cock!" My moans grew louder and louder, and the teacher started thrusting harder, each thrust reaching deep into my uterus.

"Oh, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to get pregnant with your child!" I moaned wildly, trying to lift my buttocks to match his thrusts. But I was tied up, how could I do that? "This little slut, I never thought you were this slutty. I always thought you were a bit disrespectful in private, but I never imagined you were this disrespectful." The teacher said, pinching my breast hard, showing no mercy.

A bright red mark was left on my breast, accompanied by waves of pain. But this did not lessen my lust at all; instead, it made my desire even stronger, and my vagina clenched tightly with each pinch.

"Oh," the teacher let out a low moan as I squeezed him.

The teacher, nicknamed "Little Slut," was nearly brought to ejaculation by the sudden clamping motion, and angrily slapped my face repeatedly.

"Slap!"

"Slap!"

He slapped my face while also slapping my breasts.

"Oh, it hurts so much, but it feels so good!" I actually reached orgasm amidst the slapping, or rather, the "beating," something I couldn't believe myself.

I had already ejaculated, but the teacher's penis was still hard.

"Slut, tell me, did I hit you and make you feel good? Do you want to be hit again?" "Mmm..." I was still enjoying the afterglow of my orgasm, savoring the thickness of the teacher's penis, and had no time to answer his question. At this moment, the teacher seemed displeased again and slapped my buttocks.

I felt a burning pain on my buttocks. But that wasn't enough; he somehow found a whip made of thin rope.

"Oh!" "Oh... Brother..."

"Ah..." I cried out loudly, willingly letting him whip me.

Fortunately, his whipping wasn't too hard, but even so, it still left fine red marks on my body.

"You brat, you like being abused and you like SM? I wonder if your ex-boyfriend knew you had these interests?" the teacher asked me while whipping me.

"No, I didn't know," I answered, trembling. This was the truth. I didn't even know I had such a lewd side. But the teacher wasn't going to let me off the hook.

He didn't want to know the truth; he just wanted to hear me say even more lewd things. "Snap!" A thin whip lashed down, striking my vulva, making me break out in a cold sweat.

"Ah...please...please, teacher, stop, not here!" It really hurt; my vulva was burning. But he wouldn't let me go. He continued to whip my vulva and then rubbed it with the thin rope.

My legs were spread wide apart in an M-shape and tied to my body, I couldn't move at all, and it was impossible to close them. I could only watch helplessly as he violated me. Chapter 12 I was fucked unconscious by the teacher and fell to the ground. Ignoring his "violation", I continued to dance on the balcony and made even more provocative poses.

"Oh", I closed my eyes, biting my lip, enduring and enjoying it at the same time, waiting for him to vent on me.

At this moment, he seemed to give me a chance and asked again: "So, has your boyfriend ever played sadomasochistic games with you? Do you like being sadomasochistic?" "I..." I didn't know how to answer, but after the lesson just now, I answered more cautiously.

"To answer teacher, my ex-boyfriend did abuse me. I like being abused by them. They would abuse me while inserting their big dicks into me. But their dicks are not as big as yours, teacher, and they don't smell as good as yours. I like kissing your big dick the most and letting your big dick penetrate me." After saying that, I suddenly felt a sudden swelling in my lower body, and something was inserted.

Without a doubt, it was the teacher's dick.

"Oh...oh..."

"Teacher finally penetrated me!" I screamed, tightening my vagina, but Teacher Jiang's penis gripped even tighter.

Having just climaxed, my vagina was even tighter and more sensitive .

And Teacher Jiang, having just come once, not only hadn't ejaculated, but it was even harder and longer-lasting, with even more hot semen flowing out. I shuddered violently as he fucked me, feeling dizzy.

"Brother's big cock, brother, mmm," I lay on the ground, slightly dazed.

At this moment, I felt a sudden heat inside my vagina, and Teacher Jiang's penis inside me grew even larger. Although I was very tired and couldn't move, I could feel that Teacher Jiang was about to ejaculate.

I tightened my vagina, using my remaining consciousness to suck hard.

Finally, Teacher Jiang suddenly slammed into me hard, following with tremors, and his semen slowly poured into my uterus.

"Old teacher," I lay weakly on the ground, still bound.

At this moment, I felt a pair of hands gently stroking my body. Teacher Jiang looked at my seductive, wanton, and broken body, seemingly very satisfied.

"You're lewd enough, I like it. From now on, you'll be my sex slave, providing sexual services to satisfy my needs anytime, anywhere, do you hear me?" With that, the teacher slapped my buttocks hard again.

"Mmm," I nodded weakly.

Then, I felt the ropes binding me slowly being untied.

The teacher finally released me completely.

My body ached from being bound so tightly, and I collapsed to the ground, limbs flat.

Then, I felt the teacher lift one of my legs and pick up something from the ground.

"Oh...ah, teacher, no!" I screamed, begging for mercy, but it was too late.

"Hold this baton between your legs and shake your big tits, get back to your dorm right now, and don't tell anyone who did this to you, or I'll never do this to you again, and I'll torture you severely and get you expelled from school." The teacher's words echoed in my ears, and my eyes welled up with tears. Teacher, how could you do this? But all I got in return was the slamming of the door.

I was still clutching the baton between my legs, my anus stretched taut, swollen, and a little sore. I

rested for a while before slowly getting up.

Afraid of running into the PE teacher again, I kept the baton clenched, and immediately pulled it out.

Luckily, everyone had already resumed class by then.

[The End]

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