Blackmailed by My Own Student
Copyright© 2020 by Sharon Ho
Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - Hi, I'm a chinese singaporean lady, I'm 40 years of age, happily married. I am also a senior teacher at a Secondary (high school) here in Singapore. I am about 1.8m tall, quite plump, and my breasts are approximately 40DD size, but sag a little due to my age. This is how my life spiralled down, being a sex slave to my own student
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Fa/ft Blackmail NonConsensual Reluctant Slavery BiSexual Fiction Rough Gang Bang Orgy Anal Sex Cream Pie Masturbation Oral Sex BBW Big Breasts
The next morning, I woke up with my head spinning. I lay in bed, thinking about yesterday’s events. Thankfully it is now during the school holidays. I could not imagine having to meet my rapist in class in my current situation.
“Oh honey I missed you so much!” I texted my husband. He is still on his business trip which is to lasts for almost a week. My husband is running a telecommunications business, and he is currently working on a project in Indonesia. I reached out for my phone to text my husband.
“How are you my teacher slut?” was the first message I saw on my phone. It was by none other than Jeremy. Oh, how I despised that boy!
“I want you to wear a special dress for the school’s grand dinner tomorrow. Ali will send it to you. No other outfit will be allowed, slut” was his next message.
My school had organised a formal gala dinner for all the teachers and senior students at a grand hotel in Singapore the next day, to mark the start of the school holidays, and also to celebrate the school’s founding day. Jeremy must have already planned to take advantage of me again in this occasion.
Just a while later, my maid came up to my room.
“Ma’am, there was a delivery boy who handed over this package, he says it is for you” said my maid.
“Ok leave it with me, thank you” I replied, taking the brown package. Upon opening it, I was surprised it looks like a very expensive dress, suits the occasion. I was relieved that it was a long dress, but my happiness was short-lived as I realised it had a slit right up to my hips! There was no way I could walk in it without flashing my thighs with each step I take.
It was yellow, sleeveless, with a plunging neckline, the same as my first dress that was given by Jeremy. I wondered how can that kid, whose finance with all due respect isn’t quite on par with someone like me could afford this expensive looking dress. Did he steal it? I will never know.
I realised there was something else small-sized in the package, I picked up and to my dismay it is a small vibrator is the shape of an egg. There was a note attached to it.
“I want your to insert this in your pussy and wear a thong to keep it in place, slut. You will be sorry if you do not follow this simple instruction. Trust me, I will know” I read the message out softly. Oh my God, I gasped!
The next day, I got ready early. I got into that long flowing tight dress, put on my make up and expensive diamond Cartier necklace and Chanel earrings, along with a Piaget ladies watch and my gold wedding ring, looking all dolled up but yet formal enough as a senior teacher.
I placed the vibrator egg in my pussy as instructed, before wearing a pair of black thong. That should keep it in place, I thought.
At about 5pm Sani my driver drove me into the city, where the hotel was located.
“You look beautiful, as always, Ma’am” he said along the way.
“Why, thank you Sani, you’re so nice!” I replied. “Hopefully you will find a girl as nice as you to settle down with one day. Do invite me and Sir for your wedding, ok?” I joked.
Sani replied, “Yes Ma’am.” Such a nice boy!
When we reached the hotel ballroom, I felt all eyes are upon me. With every step my creamy white thighs was exposed, and I did notice the male students and waiters all stopped whatever they were doing and looked at me.
I took up seats at the same table with some of my fellow teachers. Right next to our dinner table are the tables for my students. Of course, Jeremy is sitting there, and he had chosen a seat quite close to me.
All of us exchanged friendly and formal greetings. I do realise my male colleagues are eyeing my chest, though there is not much I can do about it. Thankfully I do have female colleagues too sitting with me, and I felt safe chatting with them.
Once the host has started the evening and meals served, I had quite forgotten about Jeremy, and the vibrator egg that was embedded deep in my pussy.
Suddenly, I felt the vibrator started to buzz. I almost jolted from my chair from the sudden sensation.
“Are you all right, Sharon?” a concerned female colleague sitting next to me asked. I nodded and picked up a napkin to dab my lips.
I touched her hand and said, “Yes Jenny I’m fine. Its just a hiccup, and a big one at that.” I tried to laugh. Fortunately my colleague bought that and continued eating.
I squirmed uneasily in my seat as the vibrator kept hitting on the insides of my cilt. Jeremy was holding the remote all along and just switched it on! I was getting wet and the familiar sensation gushed over me. It was so nice, and I was beginning to worry if I would reach my climax soon.
“Meet me at the back, now, near the exit”, Jeremy texted me. Oh no, what did he has in store for me, I thought.
Jeremy left his table and walked out of the ballroom. I excused myself and quickly followed him behind at a distance. I walked unsteadily due to the vibrator and my high heels.
He seemed to have already planned this and knew exactly where he was going. After the exit, we went up a stairwell that was meant for cargo, and along a darkened corridor. Nobody was around and my heels clicked loudly on the tiled floor.
“Jeremy, where are we going!” I cried. I was getting breathless as I wasn’t used to walk very fast. He brought me to a room at the end of the corridor, that seemed to be the cleaner’s storeroom.
“You look so hot slut, you do know you’re the attraction of all the men in the ballroom. And now you have to suck my cock, after I kiss you”, and he went straight for my mouth. We french kissed (I did return the kiss as I was already so wet and anyway I do not have a choice). We played with each other’s tongue before he told me to kneel.
When my face was up close to his groin, he unzipped his pants and let it drop to the floor. I saw his cock bulging against the fabric of his underwear. It had a musky smell to it and it filled up my nostrils.
“Jeremy, please, don’t make me do this. I’m married, and I’m your teacher,” I pleaded, but at the same time, I strangely realised, that I was hoping he would say no to my request.
“Take it off slut teacher, and suck it deep”, he ordered.
I licked my lips, unknowingly. Wanting to suck whatever’s in that fabric. Jeremy saw my eyes are fixed on that bulge and he smiled.
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