Thread: The Gym Teacher (LataxCnt)

It was obvious that she had given up, and was just shakily sliding herself down the length of his cock, leaving streaks of different bodily fluids on his member on each ascent and decent down his cock. She fully seemed defeated now, and the man's long arms reached around to rip the tape off her face. In truth, it wasn't really a rip, so much as it was starting to fall off anyway. It was only hanging on by a corner, and he had heard nearly everything she had said. She could spit the probably saliva soaked panties out of her mouth if she really wanted to now, and in a way, Clyde almost wanted her to. Hoping that he could hear how much she had actually been broken down. It had been a long two hour process, that was for sure. The deep red marks on her wrists foretold even that story. Unfortunately, she seemed tired and exhausted, which was a good thing, but for Clyde's cases, they certainly weren't. He was sick of waiting for gratification, as well as waiting for either of them to finish. Grabbing her hips, the man stood them up once more, using all of his power, and bent her over the desk once more. From there, his powerful hips did the rest of the work, sliding in and out of her ass like it was nothing anymore. When he was done, he came inside there as well, not really caring for the state of the girl. Pulling out, he wiped whatever was dripping on her ass cheek, before grabbing her hair and moving back to the couch once more. Forcing her onto her knees and in between his legs, still with a handful of her hair entwined between his fingers, he looked at the camera and looked back at her. His member was covered in his own cum, her blood, and her shit literally as well as sweat and other bodily fluids that may have leaked out of either of them. Glancing at the clock, he figured that it was probably time to get showered up and ready for softball practice in an hour or so. Still, he had to finish with Sugar rather quickly. There was still much to do with her. Now, clean up your fucking mess. He said, guiding her head and shoving his cock down deep in her throat. He barely let her really do anything, using her mouth and tongue as a means to wash his cock off. His member was deep inside her mouth, the blood, shit, cum, and sweat was making a vile sort of mixture in her mouth, as he started to vigorously guide her head, using her hair as the handle to hold her. Figuring that he should probably get really clean, he stood up, his hand getting untangled from her hair, and moving to the sides of her head, he stood over her and thrust down into her throat. He wasn't quite sure how she was able to take all of his cock inside her mouth and still breath, and he was sure it would trigger some kind of gag reflex if she was as much of a virgin as she seemed, but it didn't matter. After a few minutes of throat fucking her, Clyde came once more, shooting his seed deep into her throat. It was about now that the man's shoulders sank and relaxed a bit, sitting on the couch for just a second, panting and breathing hard. He had even gotten a work out out of the goth girl who didn't want to exude herself. He would let her recover, he was sure there were a lot of flavors in her mouth. He was half expecting her to vomit right there in his office, but he gave her whatever time she needed to recover, pending how exhausted she was that was. Get up. Leave. He said to her, as he himself got up and turned the camera off. Just remember, if you say anything to anyone, I'll see you back here, and I'll literally fuck you until you die. He said with a smile. It wasn't a threat, it was real. It was then that he thought things through for just a moment. Back in the day, he used to have a sort of collection of all the girls that he had had private sessions with, and since then, most of those were gone and graduated or dead. Thinking, he looked back at her. Change of plans. I want to have another private session with you again. I think you will stay here for awhile. He said, leaving his office for just a moment, and making his way outside to the equipment closet. Using his key to open the door, he dragged out a medium sized cage, before closing the door and locking it up. He was the only one who had access to that room, and they didn't really need basketballs or other equipment, so he just kept it there for his purposes. Making his way back into his office, he closed and locked the door once more. Into his desk for the final time this session, he grabbed a ball gag, a large butt plug, and a pair of handcuffs and made his way back to her. Locking the handcuffs on her, then strapping the ball gag around her head, and then easily sliding the butt plug into her ass, he forced her into the cage before locking her in. Remember, if you say anything while you are in here, I'll fucking kill you. Literally. He said as he shoved the cage off into the corner of his office, placing a black cover over it. Making his way out, he stopped by one of the Mexican janitors, who knew what Clyde did to some of these girls, and slipped him a hundred dollar bill to keep his mouth shut, but clean his office up. The thing was a mess. As Gutierrez was cleaning the office up, unaware that Sugar was still inside of his office, in a cage, Clyde moved and grabbed a shower, getting ready for the softball practice in a few minutes. When he returned to his office, the janitor was gone, and the placed seemed nearly spotless. Kicking the cage to see if she was still in there, he stood again and left, heading out to softball practice, looking for someone else he could potentially have a private session with.