“Why have you been skipping PE classes, Reiko-san?”
Umeda, her form teacher, asked the class monitress. She
was standing in front of him in his office, as he sat
in his fat black chair. His eyes involuntarily roamed
the pretty girl from head to toe – her head was hung
low, and her hands clasped together in an apologetic,
submissive posture.
“I have asked the school doctor, and she said that you
are not unwell,” Umeda continued.
“I cannot attend Tanaka-san sensei’s class anymore,”
Miyuki ventured, making brief eye-contact with the
stern teacher.
“It is the school rules, Miyuki, and you must obey it.”
“I can’t…” Miyuki protested.
“You can’t, or you won’t? I’m sorry Miyuki, if you
persist in missing your classes, I will have to punish
you severely. In fact, you will stay in my office now,
and write for me 1000 lines ‘I will not skip my PE
lessons again’. And if you do again, you will be
stripped..”
Miyuki’s eyes shot up.
“.. of your duties as class monitress. Your parents
will be informed of your misbehavior.”
Miyuki’s distress was apparent in her face. She started
wringing her hands, “No.. please don’t tell my parents,
Sir.”
Umeda said to her matter-of-factly, “I won’t unless you
misbehave.
Now go to the desk in that corner and commence with
your punishment.”
Miyuki almost sulked as she walked over to the table
and sat down.
She opened her bag, took out her writing pad, and
started writing.
Ten minutes later, she had written almost 50 lines. She
dropped her pen, startled, when a familiar figure
entered the office.
It was Mr. Tanaka. She picked up her pen again and
started writing, trying to avoid eye contact with her
PE teacher, the very same one who violated her modesty
a few days ago.
Tanaka bowed slightly to Umeda as he entered, a polite
acknowledgement of his colleague. He then turned toward
the girl sitting in the corner of the office. “Well,
Reiko-san, are you repentant for missing my classes?”
Tanaka said acidly.
Miyuki ignored him. To Umeda, Tanaka looked like he
lost his temper in the next few moments. He strode up
to the girl and grabbed her by the chin – she gave a
little scream, and looked at him with great fear in her
eyes. Tanaka must have lost his mind, Umeda thought,
teachers don’t usually make bodily contact with
students, no matter how rude they have been. The most
errant students were usually dealt with a stern
scolding. Rare had there been cases of teachers who
actually hit students – it was usually the principal’s
job.
“Do as I say, or you’ll be sorry!” Tanaka whispered
sharply into Miyuki’s ear. She knew what he meant. If
she did not cooperate, he would release that video to
everyone. And to her horror he stuck his index finger
into her mouth. She resisted the temptation to bite
him, but rather tried to turn her head away and pull
her head back, but his other hand held her chin in a
vise-like grip. “Awww!” Miyuki felt the pressure on her
jaw, and did not dare to bite the digit in her mouth.
“Err.. Tanaka san. You are hurting her.” Umeda’s eyes
bulged out in disbelief as he took in the struggling
girl in the chair, held down by Tanaka’s rather strange
hold.
“Nonsense, Umeda. She loves this kind of thing. Look..”
Tanaka’s finger slipped in all the way into her mouth,
then pulled almost out of her lips, and went in again.
He made a to and fro motion with his long finger, an
obvious allusion to the obscene act of fucking the
teenager’s mouth.
Tanaka kept going with his finger. Umeda saw the digit,
coated now with Miyuki’s saliva disappear and appear
repeatedly between the luscious lips of the high school
girl. Umeda knew this was wrong – Tanaka was obviously
humiliating the girl in an uncalled-for manner, but
Umeda could not help but stand riveted at his spot,
staring at the helpless girl.
“She’s done enjo-kosai, Umeda-san. What did I tell you?
She’s going to be expelled by the principal if he
learns of this.”
“Uhhmmmf..” Miyuki tried to refute the false allegation
against her, but could only mumble as the writhing
finger in her mouth prevented her from speaking
intelligibly.
“And I have proof of it..” Tanaka said, as he pulled
his finger out of the girl’s mouth, and released his
grip on her chin. Miyuki stared at him at disbelief.
Surely he’s not going to show Umeda the video!
“Anyway, be warned Reiko-san. You better behave
yourself from now on. Or you’ll find yourself crossing
paths with me, and especially with Umeda-san. He will
be your disciplinarian. You are dismissed,” Tanaka said
sternly to her.
She grabbed her bag, took a look at her form teacher,
Umeda, who was still stunned in his seat, and ran out
of the office.
At that moment Umeda knew, he would be reliving the
images of that afternoon in his head that evening at
home, and particularly in bed when he loved to
reminisce about his sweet students. He would be
thinking of something else that might be sliding in and
out of Miyuki Reiko’s sweet mouth.
Tanaka’s voice brought Umeda back to the present.
“Umeda-san? Take a look at this, and see if you agree
with me to recommend detention for Miss Reiko if she
continues to cut classes for these extra-curricular
activities.” He dropped a large brown envelope on
Umeda’s table, and left the office.
Tanaka spotted Miyuki in the distance, and caught up
with her. “Not so fast, Miyuki..” Miyuki halted in her
tracks, but she stared at the PE teacher with daggers
in her eyes. To think that the good-looking teacher was
once the object of her infatuation. “Remember, if you
don’t cooperate with me, just go home and check your
mailbox.. you will find something very interesting..”.
Miyuki turned to go, and he added, “I expect to see you
in PE class later.”
She did not go to PE class, nor any other class for the
rest of the day. She had gone straight home, her heart
pounding, as she considered what Mr. Tanaka had said.
Umeda opened the envelope on his desk. It was an
envelope with identical contents that Miyuki would find
in her mailbox when she arrived home.
In the envelope were two large photographs. One was the
same photograph she had seen before in Tanaka’s album,
only larger – a shot of her squatting down in her
school uniform, and showing a lot of her legs, smiling
at the camera. Across the top of the photograph was her
name, “Miyuki Reiko, 16 years old, xoxo”, written in a
font that resembled lipstick.
She was horrified, but this was nothing compared to her
reaction when she saw the other photograph. It looked
slightly hazy – it was in fact a snapshot taken from
Tanaka’s video camera over the wall of the cubicle in
the ladies’ room. But it showed clearly, Miyuki sitting
on the seat of the toilet, her legs splayed wide apart,
her skirt hiked up to her waist, and her hand under her
panties. Across the bottom of the picture were the
words, “I love to play with myself.. Would you like to
play too?”
“So what’s wrong with your good friend, Noriko?”
Noriko Shimabara looked up from her table, in that
section of the school cafeteria that was normally
‘reserved’ for use by the cool people – mainly those
who represented the school in sports. But today Noriko
was by herself at that table – her tennis teammates
had all gone for their classes.
Standing in front of her was Rumi Tachibana, from the
same class as Miyuki. The high-school junior sported a
deep brown tan – even deeper than Noriko’s, who got it
from playing tennis almost daily. But Rumi’s tan was
from going to a tanning salon, like many people in
school who did it because it was cool. Noriko did not
like Rumi one bit.
“You mean Miyuki? She’s fine.” Noriko answered curtly.
“Well, well.. haven’t you heard she’ll be given
detention soon from missing Mr. Tanaka’s classes? ”
Rumi almost had a smirk on her face.
Noriko tried to restrain the expression of surprise
that must have sprung up on her face. She knew that
Miyuki had not been feeling well and had missed some
classes. But last she knew, Miyuki promised her that
she would see the school doctor and get permission to
skip her PE lessons, rather than cutting classes.
“It’s none of your business, Rumi.” Noriko replied.
Noriko felt her temperature rising. Rumi must be here
to gloat over Miyuki’s misfortunes. Ever since young,
Rumi and Miyuki had been in the same school. They had
been childhood rivals when it came to grades – but
while Miyuki was friendly, helpful and well-liked by
classmates and teachers alike, most people could not
put up with Rumi’s cynicism and caustic remarks.
Noriko had heard from her other friends that Rumi’s
father used to work in the same company as Miyuki’s
father even back when they were in elementary school.
In the wake of a bad year for the company, Rumi’s
father was retrenched, and Miyuki’s father was unable
to help. Apparently, the man had committed suicide
because of that. Rumi and her mother inherited a large
sum of insurance money however and were able to live
comfortably. Noriko had asked Miyuki about the truth
of what she heard, but Miyuki had always refused to
talk about it.
“Of course it is my business. I don’t understand why
Umeda-san sensei wants her as the monitress – her
behavior is giving our class a bad name you know.”
“Get lost, Rumi.” Noriko responded.
“My, my, getting a bit strung up aren’t we? Don’t think
just because you’re in the school tennis team you’re
worth anything Noriko… Just remember that… ” Rumi
flicked her ash-brown hair back and strode off.
—
“Why aren’t you telling me anything, Miyuki? ” Noriko
implored her friend. The two high-school teenagers were
at a shopping mall near their school in the evening.
Noriko had managed to get her friend out instead of
going straight home every night. Somehow the cheerful
Miyuki that she knew had become reticent and was
behaving very strangely these few weeks. “Best friends
are supposed to tell each other everything.” Noriko
urged.
Miyuki bit her lip. She wanted to pour her woes to her
buddy so very much. But she remembered Tanaka’s threat.
He would send those photos and the video of her to her
parents. “Is it Tanaka?” Noriko thought it might have
something to do with her friend’s reluctance to go to
his classes. “Is he harassing you?”
Miyuki shook her head, fearful of what might happen if
her headstrong friend Noriko went to confront that
terrible man. Noriko was just the sort of girl who
would stand up for her more non-confrontational friend,
Miyuki. Noriko was taller, had larger bones, and most
importantly, had the attitude to match. Her athletic
training and tennis had developed her leg muscles and
arm power sufficiently that few boys of her age would
dare to trifle with her. Noriko had the reputation of
taking a few teeth off a school bully – a big guy who
was two years older than her.
“No, it is nothing to do with Tanaka, Noriko. I just
did not feel like going to school anymore, that’s all.
I thought that Tanaka-san would not notice my absence,
since its a big class.”
“But why Miyuki? You’ve always had good grades, you
must be putting too much pressure on yourself! I will
speak to your form teacher Umeda.” Noriko suggested.
“No… Noriko, Umeda is right, I cannot skip classes
just because I did not feel like it. And you’re
probably right too, maybe I should just stop worrying
about my grades and start enjoying myself more… like
you.” Miyuki nudged her friend’s side gently with her
elbow, breaking into a smile.
“Hey! Are you saying I don’t study?” Noriko pretended
to be angry, and jumped onto her friend’s shoulders.
At a distance, a figure in the shadows observed the two
girls giggling and tickling each other.
—
It was a Saturday. Nobody else was in school, except
some sports teams who were training, and students who
had to come back for detention classes. This time
round, Miyuki was the only student who was back in
school for detention.
She had received the note from her form teacher on
Friday morning. Because she had skipped classes more
than 3 classes that week, she now had to accept the
punishment. She had failed to heed the warning given to
her about making it to all her classes; if she again
failed to report for detention class, her parents and
the principal would be notified. Last night, she had
convinced her friend Noriko not to approach her form
teacher Umeda on lifting her detention. She did not
want to put Noriko at risk from incurring the attention
or wrath of Tanaka. She could endure this detention
this once.
With a heavy heart, Miyuki trudged to school. Just
several weeks ago, she was the role model student. Now
she had to report back to school for playing truant,
for the first time in her life.
—
Umeda had brought home the pictures the night before.
He could not help himself, as he masturbated over the
picture of the girl and ejaculated all over her image.
He knew that he had impure thoughts in his head as he
asked her back for detention. He just could not get
enough of the teenage vamp. Looking so innocent, a
goody-two-shoes image on the exterior, but actually a
materialistic girl of loose values who would sell her
youthful charms for sexual favors. Umeda surmised that
just as she was corrupted by the lure of money, a
symptom of society’s losing battle in traditional moral
values against rapid modernisation, he was corrupted by
his lust for her.
It was a deep-seated lust. Umeda had always fantasized
about his female students, particularly the pretty
ones, but it remained as fantasies. But this girl had
unlocked all his primordial desires. He wanted to have
her.
Today, he would see her again. His heart fluttered as
images of the sweet sixteen year old came to his mind.
—
“No penetration yet. Have her humiliated in front of
her teacher.” Tanaka read the message in his email
again. It was from Xanadu. Tanaka had no idea who the
client was.. he got instructions from the client
always through Xanadu. Tanaka had played his cards so
far; Xanadu had told him that the client was extremely
pleased with the results thus far – the photographs,
the video, and reports on how Umeda had been gradually
acclimatised to the idea of Miyuki as a sex object.
—
“Welcome to the first half of your detention Reiko-
san.” Miyuki was seated outside the staff room, nervous
as to what was going to happen to her, when Tanaka
walked in with a big smile on his face.
“Whh-why are you here?” Miyuki had thought only Umeda-
san would be administering her detention.
“Well, you skipped PE class. So I’m here to give you
make-up lessons!”
Miyuki’s heart sank, as she knew she would have to face
the man who humiliated her and outraged her modesty.
She still remembered how he had violated her most
private parts with his fingers, and how he had jacked
off and ejaculated all over her face. She hated him.
She also feared him.
“But I didn’t bring my exercise attire!” She bit her
lip, as a pang of fear shot through her heart. Somehow,
she knew that it was his plan.
“It’s alright. I have a spare ladies set for students
who use that as an excuse for not coming to class.”
Tanaka almost sniggered, as he handed her a set of
clothes. “Now get changed and meet me in the gym in 5
minutes.”
In a daze, she went to the changing room. A sudden
paranoia gripped her, as she quickly checked that he
had not followed her to the ladies, and she made doubly
sure by locking the door.
The white cotton-tee that Tanaka gave her was
incredibly tight fitting. She managed to slip into it.
Although not a particularly endowed girl in terms of
her bosom, the tight shirt accentuated the form of her
breasts. And the ‘shorts’ – dark blue, as was the
school standard, it was really for a gymnastics
workout, as it clung snugly to the girl’s lower body.
It was cut so high it left nothing to the imagination
to the shape of the girl’s buttocks and thighs. And
Miyuki was as lithe as a sixteen year old could be –
the entire outfit flattered, almost flaunted her young
body. She would never have dared to wear this in
school, but she had no choice.
Mr. Umeda almost had a heart attack when she saw the
teenager, dressed so provocatively. Mr. Tanaka caught
the expression on his face, but pretended not to see.
Nonchalantly, he asked Miyuki to start her remedial PE
lesson at the gymnasium. Mr. Umeda watched from the
entrance of the gymnasium, a good distance away.
Shortly after, he left. Tanaka locked the gym door.
Miyuki was standing in Umeda’s office. She had changed
back to her school uniform. Her hair was wet, for she
had just showered.
Umeda and Tanaka was discussing what to do with her.
For her disobedience, she had to be punished.
Miyuki could not believe it was happening. She had
never been punished this way before. When she was a
mischievous elementary school girl, she had been asked
to stand on her chair, or pull her ears, but had never
been exposed to corporal punishment. On occasion, a
particularly strict teacher who caught a student
cheating on a test might use a ruler to hit the hand of
the student.
She was told to stand by the edge of Umeda’s table. Mr.
Umeda’s heart was pounding, as he told her to face the
table, and use her hands to grasp the opposite end of
the table. As the table was quite wide, her doing so
made
her upper body almost flat against the top of the
table, whilst her lower body was upright, with her
thighs pressed against the solid oak table.
Umeda took the long, hard wooden ruler, and placed it
on the girl’s behind. Her reaching over to hold the
other end of the table strained her school blouse –
Umeda could see her lovely breasts pushing out the
front of her uniform as she leaned close to the table
top. Her skirt revealed a couple of inches of the back
of her thighs.
He pulled back his hand, and struck his first blow with
the ruler, right on Miyuki’s backside. She yelped,
“Ooowwww!” surprised at how much it stung. She clenched
her teeth – she was not going to yowl like a baby no
matter how much it hurt, she decided. At least if she
had to bear the indignity of being spanked, she was
going to try not to cry out like a kid being spanked.
“Whhhack!” Miyuki flinched at the heavy blow, and
stopped herself from crying out. Umeda felt a sense of
power that was intoxicating. Here he was striking this
untouchable teenager. Untouchable because she had been
the model student. She was a nice girl, good at her
studies, and best in behavior. And now she was being
beaten by him for misbehavior.
She had a perfect image before, a class monitress, a
teacher’s pet. And now, she was sprawled in front of
his desk in a totally submissive position, her
vulnerable behind was his for taking – that tarnishing
of that perfect image of her made him hunger for more.
He mistook Miyuki’s silence at his next two blows as
being too soft on her, and decided to hit harder.
Raising the ruler high, Umeda struck again. “Uuhh..”
Miyuki could not help but cry out a little. She could
feel some tears rimming her eyes. Umeda cherished the
response that each blow made – he loved it when he made
the girl cry out. He loved how her hair flew across her
face as she absorbed each blow, the subtle tensing of
her buttock muscles just before his blow struck. Umeda
felt a stirring in his loins – he was getting aroused
hitting this girl! She was in his power.
Miyuki felt extremely humiliated. All her life, she has
never been spanked before, not even by her strict
father. And now, she’s already sixteen years old, and
she had to go through this. The blow on her backside
stung. It smarted long after the hard wooden ruler left
its mark on her buttocks. She was glad that her skirt
(and panties) was providing a small layer of
protection. All of a sudden, her hand involuntarily
released its grip on the edge of the table. She had
felt the beginning of a terrible itch in a familiar
area, and her hand yearned to scratch it.
“Your hands back in position, Reiko-san!” Tanaka’s
voice boomed. Umeda had paused briefly when Tanaka
spoke; he had not even noticed that Miyuki had released
her grip. Rather he was sizing up the back view of this
pretty teenager bent almost 90 degrees over his table.
The itch spread in Miyuki’s crotch area like a swarm of
angry bees. “Oh no, not now!” Of all the times her
mysterious ailment struck her, this had to be the
worst. In class, she would had to run out to the
bathroom and take almost a quarter of an hour to
relieve the itch. She had tried not to scratch, but it
felt unbelievably good when she did.
In most cases, once she peeled off her panties and
exposed the area, it felt better. What Miyuki did not
know was that the contagion was from her undergarment,
and that it was aggravated by any perspiration or heat.
A person wearing the contaminated garment would not
feel anything for some time, and then as the skin
perspired, even in small amounts, that would start the
itching.
And she never suspected that Tanaka was the culprit
behind this. He would doctor her panties as she went
for PE class and left her change of clothes unguarded
in the classroom. A few times the itch happened while
she was walking home – she almost felt like pulling her
skirt up, or even taking off her panties under her
skirt.
Tanaka resisted smiling as he saw Miyuki squirming
noticeably as Umeda prepared to continue spanking her.
He had done it again, he had crept away in the midst of
Miyuki’s makeup gym lesson, and sprinkled some of his
magic powder over the crotch of her clean pair of
panties – the same pair that she was wearing now, after
her shower.
“Be still, girl,” Umeda said in a stern tone. The
truth was that his eyes were roaming over the delicious
form of the girl hunched over his table. Could she not
take the pain anymore? He had only given her seven
strokes of the ruler so far.
“Whaaaack!” The next stroke descended onto Miyuki’s
backside, and sent a searing wave of pain through her
already bruised buttocks. “Uuuuuhhhhh….”, Miyuki bit
her lips. Amazingly, the itch subsided for a second as
the nerves of her lower body screamed at the offending
blow, forgetting about the irritation in her pubic
area.
Miyuki’s tired arms could no longer support her upper
body’s weight.. her elbows rested on the table, as the
next blow came. “Whhhaaaccck!” She turned her head
aside as her mouth opened in a cry, her eyes closed.
She could feel the hot tears escaping from her lids and
streaming down her face. But she did not want to open
her eyes, and see Tanaka smirking at her.
Too bad I can’t catch this on video.. Tanaka mused.
Umeda continued his spanking. Besides the obvious
flinching when each stroke made contact with the girl’s
soft body, Miyuki was making small bodily movements as
if she was in heat! Umeda did not stop nor slow down
his spanking. He just kept watching in fascination as
the girl seemed to rub her thighs (still mostly hidden
under the skirt) together.
Umeda struck again, slightly distracted. This last blow
did not quite land squarely on Miyuki’s buttocks, and
when he lifted his ruler, her school girl skirt ‘stuck’
to it for a split second. The skirt fell back in place,
but not quite in place. It covered most of her butt
still, but the back of her upper left thigh was now
completely exposed, and one can glimpse her white
panties through the folds of the skirt.
Unknown to Miyuki, the two grown men were now staring
at her creamy white thighs. Umeda blinked, and resumed
his composure. He struck again, squarely. He could see
the little cartoon character Hello Kitty embroidered
all around the border of the cotton undergarment.
Again, the girl squirmed, and Umeda imagined what her
crotch looked like, just a few inches away from where
his eyes could see. Was she aroused by being beaten?
That was impossible. But then here he was, getting
aroused by beating her.
Miyuki almost prayed that Umeda would not pause so long
between the strokes. For the itch was unbearable, and
the temptation to steal her hand under her panties
great. When he hit her, there was temporary relief from
the itch.
Umeda in the meantime, was fantasizing about the very
scene he was in. The girl was hunched over his table,
her skirt hiked up, and her panties around her knees.
He was fucking her from behind. Every time he humped
her, she would cry out not unlike how she cried out
with each stroke of his beating.
The spanking continued, and Umeda’s blow fell lower,
nearer to the girl’s crotch. Miyuki cried out, whether
in pain or in relief, she was not sure herself. But the
blow stung her pubic area, but was almost extremely
satisfying in quenching the fire of the itch.
“Uuuhhhhhh…” she cried out. It was almost a
pleasurable moan. She was ashamed, confused, and
humiliated. Miyuki Reiko broke down, and started
sobbing, the tears streaming down her pretty face.
Umeda continued for a few more strokes, and then
stopped.
“Alright, I think you learnt your lesson.”
It was late Wednesday afternoon. Regular school lessons
had stopped by 2pm on Wednesdays, so that students
could go for extra-curricular activities like tennis,
swimming, basketball, softball, gymnastics and so on.
There was nobody left in the academic staff department
teachers except for Umeda. He was thinking about the
events that happened recently.
Just on Monday, he could hardly believe it when Tanaka
told him that Miyuki had offered him a blowjob so that
they would not tell on her. Tanaka said to Umeda that
he knew that Umeda had secret desires for his student.
But Tanaka was sympathetic. These “teenage sluts” as
Tanaka called them, tempted men like Umeda, and it
wasn’t Umeda’s fault. Umeda was glad that Tanaka
understood him. After all Tanaka was a man too. Surely
which man would be able to resist if a gorgeous
teenager offered him a free blowjob?
Umeda wondered how many blowjobs Miyuki had given to
Tanaka already.. for he was the one who discovered the
truth about Miyuki’s immoral activities. And Umeda was
just lucky that Tanaka
wanted to share his fortune.
Somehow, did Tanaka start off with good intentions and
think that Umeda was able to reform his student, and
hence told him about this? Or did Tanaka want to take
advantage of the girl right from the start and just
wanted someone else to be in this ? Anyway, Umeda
didn’t care. He was about to fulfill a fantasy that not
every high-school teacher, especially one with his
looks and age, would be able to fulfill.
Yesterday, Umeda was speechless when
Tanaka said that he had arranged with Miyuki for the
afternoon of the following day, for her to give her
form teacher, Umeda, some oral compensation. He said
that Miyuki would nevertheless pretend to be an
innocent school girl, as she always liked to do for her
numerous businessmen clients.
Umeda asked how far the girl would go, and Tanaka had
said that she even offered the two of them a discount
if they decided to patronise her “full services.” Umeda
was quite shocked, for although he had heard that many
schoolgirls have resorted to disrobing for peepshows or
even gave blowjobs these days, full-service meant that
she was basically a whore. All while still in school!
Tanaka even showed him a ‘menu’. On the top was
Miyuki’s name, and her picture in school uniform. A
quick glance showed that she was obviously one of those
that catered to “school girl fetishes.”
Full service was the most expensive, and Umeda wasn’t
quite bold enough to suggest to Tanaka that he was
interested anyway. It was one thing to be offered a
free blowjob and take it. It was quite another to pay
for a prostitute – especially if she was your student!
One thing that caught his eye, was that there was an
item under full service called “rape simulation.” Was
there no end to how low this demure looking girl was
capable of? Was she into S&M too??
—
Miyuki was waiting in the school cafeteria. She knew
that Noriko had tennis training, and would not be
wondering why she was still in school. She was waiting
for the hour to pass, and it seemed like an eternity.
She started playing in her mind the events of the day
before.
Miyuki could not believe her ears when she heard from
Tanaka. Tanaka had told Umeda that Miyuki performed
sexual services for money outside school.
“That’s all lies! Why are you doing this to me ?”
Miyuki had protested. “I’ll tell him that you..
molested me… and taped it against my will!”
“Who is he going to believe when I say that you’re a
slutty schoolgirl? Horny Miyuki playing with herself in
the school toilet. That’s the title of your promotional
video, isn’t it? I told him you gave middle aged
business men blowjobs and let them come all over your
face? Hmm.. maybe I should show him that part of your
video as well – you know which scene I’m talking about
don’t you?”
“You’re in the video too! You’re going to jail for
this!”
“Hahaha! you crack me up, Miyuki. I’ve edited it of
course. After all, you’re the AV star. And even if you
report this to the police, there’s no evidence. You’re
not hurt, I didn’t rape you. All they see is an album
full of suggestive photographs and an amateur video
made by an AV-actress wannabe, probably with help from
a boyfriend, or one of your middle-aged businessmen
whom you service. Oh.. and Umeda himself could probably
testify that you almost had an orgasm while he was
spanking your ass.”
Miyuki turned beetroot red when she heard that. All of
a sudden she realised that somehow, this evil man must
be behind the itching as well.
“What do you want?!” Miyuki screamed at him.
“Very simple. Umeda said he could wipe your record
clean – not report you to your parents or to the school
disciplinary committee… if you serviced him.”
Miyuki looked at Tanaka in horror. Umeda-san had always
been a teacher she respected. He was fierce looking,
and strict, but fair.
He was also about the same age as her father. And now,
he was in this with Tanaka, the man she hated with all
her guts.
“Give him a blowjob.” Tanaka added helpfully.
“No way in hell..” Miyuki shot back.
Tanaka casually pulled out a white sweater, which
Miyuki immediately recognised as belonging to Noriko.
She usually left it in her school locker. How did
Tanaka get his hands on it? “Say.. does this belong to
someone you know?”
“Don’t you dare harm Noriko!” Miyuki clenched her fists
in anger.
“Well, stay away from her then, Miyuki.
What she doesn’t know is probably good for her. And if
you don’t cooperate with me.. well… maybe we can have
the two of you girls make the next AV together.”
His words, spoken the day before, echoed in her mind as
Miyuki picked up her school bag, and started making her
way from the cafeteria toward the Mathematics staff
department. In her mind, she wanted to protect her
friend Noriko by complying to Tanaka’s demands. And
besides, it was not too bad – she would have to endure
the humiliation of actually masturbating a man, but at
least she did not have to perform oral sex – an act of
absolute debasement in her mind.
Tanaka had convinced her that it was alright if she did
not want to give Umeda a blowjob but that a handjob
would do as well. “C’mon Miyuki. The man just wants to
get off on you. So just make him come.”
Those were his words. And that was what Miyuki expected
to do.
—
At 4pm, there was a knock on Umeda’s door. “Who is it?”
Umeda asked.
“Miyuki Reiko, sir.”
“Come in..”
Miyuki Reiko stepped into Umeda’s office.
“Please close the door behind you.”
And she did. Miyuki was dressed like a regular female
student at Kawasaki High School – white cotton blouse,
with a short blue ribbon tie, grey skirt that covered
up to mid-thigh, black socks and black shoes. She had
short, neat black hair that framed her face, and big
doe-like eyes. She did not have particularly large
breasts, she had a slender frame, and very fair
complexion.
While some of his pretty female students have a
flirtatious or even slutty look about them, Miyuki was
one of those girls who looked sweet and demure, a
wholesome, well-behaved girl from a traditional upper
middle-class Japanese family, which was why Umeda had a
hard time believing that she had done enjo-kosai, or
prostituted herself.
Umeda looked at her hungrily. Miyuki met his glance
briefly, recognising the undisguised lust, and lowered
her gaze. The dirty old man. And to think that she had
always respected him as a strict but fair teacher.
“Come here, Miyuki…”, his eyes wandered over her
shapely legs, the buttons on her blouse, and the faint
outline of her bra underneath the white garment.
Miyuki walked forward in front of Umeda’s table. Her
heart was pumping quickly, and her face blanched.
“Come nearer.” Umeda beckoned with his hand, indicating
that she should come around his table.
“Tanaka said you have something for me..”
Miyuki came around the table, and finally looked up. To
her horror, her middle-aged form teacher was seated on
his chair, but naked from waist down! The man had
rather hairy legs, and the hair was especially curly
around his pubic region, from which his long obscene
member, his penis, was in half erect position.
Miyuki’s hand involuntarily came up to cover her mouth
and she turned her face away at the obscene sight.
“Hehe! nothing to be shy about, my dear.
Now come over…”, Umeda croaked.
“And you would leave me alone after today, right?” her
voice almost quivering in her final hesitation. She
felt like running out of the room, away from this
terrible situation, but her legs felt heavy. She knew
she could not run away. If she did not cooperate with
the evil man called Tanaka, and her nasty old teacher
Umeda, they would release the video that Tanaka made of
her when he insulted her modesty.
Tanaka grabbed Miyuki’s wrist and made the angel-faced
teenage girl kneel down in front of him, between his
legs.
Miyuki could see his member throbbing – Umeda’s penis
was even thicker and uglier than Tanaka’s when he
jerked off and came on her face.
“Why don’t we get started, Miyuki.” the man leered.
The sixteen year old’s small hand ventured slowly to
grasp the man’s cock. It grew even more erect in
anticipation of the girl’s touch, almost pointing
vertically at the ceiling.
“Ahhh..” Umeda could not believe it as Miyuki gingerly
wrapped her fingers around his penis. She then started
to move her hand slowly up and down in a weak attempt
to masturbate him. She noticed that the tip of his
penis was slightly wet and gleaming. It was his pre-
cum.
Umeda had masturbated over this for the past nights
while fantasizing about this; last night, he had not
done so, in order to save
his cum for today. He wanted
to cum in this nasty schoolgirl slut’s mouth.
Miyuki was jerking off Umeda’s large penis with her
hand. Umeda suddenly stopped her.
“Enough.. open your mouth..”
Miyuki shook her head and tried to move back, but
Umeda’s held on to her wrist in a vice-like grip. “No..
” Tanaka had said she did not have to do that!
Umeda thought to himself, “She’s really convincing as
an innocent school girl..”
Her resistance to his advances merely fuelled his lust
more. He liked the feeling of dominating her.
He grabbed the girl with one hand by hair at the back
of her head, and pulled her forward, and with his other
hand, guided his cock toward her lips. Miyuki struggled
and squirmed, but his grip was relentless.
She closed her mouth in disgust as the veinous, purple
headed organ touched her cheek as she tried to avert
her head. She could smell a pungent acrid odour from
it, it was most disgusting.
Umeda squeezed her neck, and Miyuki was so afraid that
he would choke her, that she had no choice but to open
her lips. Immediately the huge organ invaded her mouth.
“Oh yes… ” Umeda almost came when he felt the warm
wet mouth around his cock. It was a dream come true,
looking down between his legs and seeing this teenage
queen with her mouth wide open and his huge cock
stuffed inside. He really wished he had this on film to
catch this erotic moment.
Unbeknownst to him, there was a video camera capturing
this scene right at that moment.
Tanaka had installed two hidden cameras in Umeda’s
office over the weekend. And Tanaka was controlling
both cameras in real time from his van at that moment.
It was high tech spying equipment, which Tanaka’s
clients did not mind paying for his professional
services.
Though there was a limit to how much detail the cameras
could catch – after all, the table and chair that
Tanaka was sitting on partially obstructed the view of
both cameras despite them being placed at different
corners of his room – there was no doubt the images
showed Umeda receiving a blowjob from one of his female
students.
Miyuki was sucking his cock like a straw. Umeda grew
impatient. “Come on you little vamp.. you can do better
than that.. I know you are a seasoned cocksucker,
aren’t you. Use some tongue!”
Miyuki fought hard not to retch. She started to swirl
her tongue round the bulbous head of the man’s cock. It
wasn’t the best oral sex, but it felt good.
Umeda’s hands pushed Miyuki’s head down on his crotch,
forcing his penis deep into her throat. Umeda suddenly
stood up, his penis dislodging itself from her mouth.
With the obstruction gone in this new position,
Tanaka’s camera zoomed in, capturing Miyuki’s face as
some saliva dribbled out of the corner of her lips, the
same saliva coating the glistening organ which Umeda
promptly shoved back into the hapless girl’s virgin
mouth.
He grabbed the back of the girl’s head, and started
making her move her head in short forward and backward
motions, as his organ slid in and out of her mouth.
“Look at me!” Miyuki was forced to tilt her head up, so
that Umeda could see her fair face as he humped her
mouth. Her soft brown eyes, big and innocent, looking
up at him, her pink lips wrapped around his cock – it
was an incredibly erotic sight, and Umeda almost came
there and then.
Umeda grunted in pleasure as he increased the rhythm
and force of his humping, almost slamming into the back
of the girl’s throat. Miyuki almost choked a couple of
times, but Umeda kept his grip on the back of her head
so that she really had no choice but to continue
swallowing his cock.
Umeda’s deep guttural groan grew louder, as he thrust
his hips forward to fuck Miyuki’s sweet mouth in a
maddening pace.
His balls were slapping her chin with each stroke, and
it felt really good. He could feel the climax
approaching. Miyuki felt the imminent approaching as
well – his cock seemed to swell even larger in her
mouth, and she started to panic, and tried to pull her
head back.
The sight of the beautiful girl kneeling between his
legs, taking his rock-hard cock in her warm mouth was
too much for Umeda to bear any longer.
“AaaaaAAAAhhhh….OOHHhh.. Ohhhh!!” Umeda moaned, as he
finally came in a huge orgasm – his engorged cock shot
a stream of hot semen into the sixteen year old’s
mouth. He ejaculated another gob of sperm with each
spasm, deep into the girl’s throat, holding her head
close to his body and keeping her mouth wrapped around
his cock as he spent himself.
Miyuki didn’t know what to do when she felt the sticky
warm goo spurt into the back of her throat and rush out
in her mouth. As it kept flowing out, she had
inadvertently swallowed some to keep herself from
choking. Umeda withdrew his cock, which had lost half
its erection. Hot white cum dribbled out from Miyuki’s
mouth – she felt sick to her bones. She felt like
throwing up.. and she wanted to cry.
Umeda just stood there, admiring the sight of Miyuki
Reiko, the class monitress kneeling down in front of
his naked cock, with his semen smeared all over her
lips and overflowing out to her chin and floor.