My name is Tina Zhang. At twenty-two years old, I serve as a teacher at a small private school. To the casual observer, I am quite beautiful—standing 5'5" with a striking figure of 36-23-36. My E-cup breasts, in particular, tend to set men's blood on fire. Though many men pursue me, I remain single. This is because of a secret, hidden passion: a deep-seated love for BDSM.

For reasons I cannot quite explain, I often find myself fantasizing about being defiled by a crowd of men—dreaming of them ruthlessly ravaging my heavy breasts and thrusting thick, throbbing cocks into my tight pussy and aching anus. Perhaps I am simply too lewd. The few boyfriends I’ve had in the past could never truly satisfy me, so we eventually drifted apart.

In public, of course, I maintain a dignified appearance. As a teacher at a private boys' middle school in H-City, I present a serious, professional front. Even though my heart races when I catch glimpses of the erotic magazines the boys sneak into class, I am usually able to keep a straight face and scold them with authority.

***

**I.**

"Mmm... so good... ah... oh... oh..."

One hand kneaded my heavy breasts with force, while the other worked feverishly at my soaking wet slit. On the VCD player, a passionate erotic film played in the background. Yes, I was masturbating. I am a lewd woman, and this daily ritual of self-pleasure is a necessity for my soul.

"Ah... ah... ah..." My movements grew more frantic. Two fingers plunged deep into my vagina, digging and swirling, while the hand on my breast squeezed with increasing intensity. But my clitoris was becoming unbearably itchy; fingers alone were no longer enough. "I want... a real cock... oh... oh..."

Then, an idea struck! A cucumber!

Remembering the one I had bought that morning, I scrambled to find it. It was as thick as three fingers, its skin covered in small, bumpy ridges. The sight made my juices flow even faster. I pressed the thinner end against my opening and pushed it in gently.

"Oh... so... so thick... ah..." As I pumped the cucumber in and out, I imagined it was a man's hard shaft driving into me.

The cucumber slid through my drenched folds with a wet, squelching sound. The faster I moved, the closer the peak came. Finally, my body buckled, and a violent orgasm washed over me, leaving me trembling in the afterglow of pure ecstasy.

The next day was my day off. I slept late, waking up well past eight. After a quick wash, I decided to head out for breakfast.

When the old man guarding the gate handed me a parcel, I took it back to my apartment and tore it open. To my shock, the breakfast in my hands slipped to the floor. Inside was a thick stack of photographs—all "erotic snapshots" of me during my private moments of masturbation. Every single one was crystal clear. Some were even from the night before, showing me with my legs spread wide, a thick cucumber buried deep inside my vulva, looking utterly debauched. Along with the photos, there was a pair of toy handcuffs and a black blindfold.

Tucked inside the envelope was a note, commanding me to call a specific number immediately, or the photos would be exposed. Naturally, I obeyed. When the call connected, a man's voice answered.

"W-what do you want?"

"Oh, so you're that slut, aren't you? Heh, listen closely: from now on, you do exactly as I say, or you'll regret it! But then again, you're already a cheap bitch, so what does it matter?"

"Ah, I..." To my surprise, a thrill of excitement surged through me. I *was* a slut. "What... what do you want me to do?"

"Me? Hahaha! I want to satisfy those perverted desires of yours, of course!" A burst of laughter erupted from the other end—it sounded like a group of men. "Listen up. Tomorrow night at midnight, come alone to the North Suburb Park. Go to the public restrooms by the zoo. Bring your cucumber, your handcuffs, and your blindfold. And do exactly as you're told."

The line went dead. I stood there in a daze for a long time, my heart pounding with an inexplicable excitement. Ultimately, I decided to go.

The following night.

The men's restroom in the North Suburb Park was pitch black. If anyone had turned on the light at that moment, they would have been shocked—or perhaps deeply aroused. A beautiful woman sat kneeling by the urinals in the deepest corner of the room, blindfolded. Her hands were handcuffed to a pipe above her, and a thick cucumber was shoved deep into her crotch. She wore nothing but red thigh-high stockings and high heels; her massive, erect breasts were exposed to the cool air, heaving with her breath.

That woman was me, Tina Zhang. I had been waiting in this position for over ten minutes, just as the voice had commanded. The thrill of exposure, combined with the sensation of the cucumber stretching me open, made my pussy ache with lust. Without the key to the handcuffs, if the man didn't show up... or if someone else did... the consequences would be unthinkable. As time passed, the silence of the restroom felt heavy.

Then, the sound of a light switch clicking! Instinctively, I lifted my head, but the blindfold left me in darkness. A wave of panic washed over me.

"Haha... told you! This woman is a total slut. She actually showed up. Haha!" It was the voice from the phone, accompanied by several other laughing voices. It was too noisy to tell how many men there were.

"I just... want my photos back!" I managed to say, clinging to my remaining dignity as a lady.

"Damn... haha... you still think you're a lady? Look at yourself right now!" another voice jeered. Soon, the sound of footsteps approached. Two men were walking toward me. I could feel them standing right beside me. Suddenly, a hand reached out and began to caress my face.

"Don't... don't come any closer! What are you doing?" I cried out.

In response, a sharp slap rang out against my cheek. "Slut! Look at the state you're in! Do you want more men to take turns on you? Shut up!"

I didn't want a scene, so I clamped my mouth shut. To my shame, the sting of the slap sent a jolt of excitement through me. My years of repressed masochism were finally being fed, and my nipples stiffened instantly.

This reaction didn't go unnoticed. Another man reached out, pinching my nipple between his fingers and tugging hard. The slight pain only heightened my arousal, and my breasts became engorged and hard.

The two men laughed. "Holy shit, her nipples are already hard! And she's still acting tough!"

As they spoke, they began to toy with my body. One man cupped my breasts, squeezing and kneading them with heavy hands. I could feel my prized, massive mounds being molded into lewd shapes by their palms, sending waves of pleasure radiating through my entire body. Involuntarily, my hips began to writhe, trying to meet his touch, and my breathing grew ragged.

"Heh, she's in heat," one man said. He reached down to my crotch, gripping the cucumber that was nearly slipping out due to my heavy lubrication, and shoved it deep back into my vagina. He began to pump it slowly. "How is it? You were acting so prim a moment ago, but you're soaking wet. You're a total whore."

"Mmm... ah... hng..." The dual sensation of my breasts being squeezed and my pussy being filled made me moan uncontrollably. The men laughed again.

"Ah... ah... ha... ha..." The man playing with my breasts changed his technique. He grabbed both nipples, twisting and pulling them ruthlessly. The coarse treatment sent electric jolts of pleasure through my spine. Simultaneously, the man at my crotch sped up the pace of the cucumber, thrusting in and out so rapidly that every stroke hit the very depths of my womb.

"Ah... ah... no... don't... oh... it feels so good... ah... no... I can't... ah!" The dam finally broke, and lewd cries escaped my lips.

"Can't take it already? Slut, do you want to be fucked?" one man shouted.

At that moment, my right nipple was pulled sharply, followed by a stinging slap to my left breast. The heat of the pain was intoxicating.

Unable to contain my desire any longer, I cried out, "Yes... ah... I... I want to be fucked... oh... give it to me...!"

Suddenly, the man at my crotch pulled the cucumber out entirely. The sudden emptiness left me aching and desperate. My body lunged forward instinctively, a move that must have looked incredibly slutty to them. *Slap!* My right breast took another hit.

"Damn, say it clearly. What do you want?"

"Oh... want... want a big cock... a huge meat stick... ah... I want to be fucked by men... by big cocks... oh... oh... hurry...!" All shame had vanished.

"Haha... what a slut! Come on then, serve our cocks well. We'll fuck you until you can't even close your legs!"

Soon, I felt two hot, musk-scented cocks rubbing against my face. Without hesitation, I took one into my mouth, licking it thoroughly. I used my tongue to clean the traces of urine from the tip before sliding it deep down my throat, swirling my tongue around the glans.

As soon as one was withdrawn, another was thrust in, and I accepted them all greedily. The two men took turns enjoying my oral service; while one was in my mouth, the other would toy with my breasts or my pussy.

"Very good, slut. Now let me try your little hole, hehe," the man who had been working my crotch said after a while. "Stand up, you whore."

I obeyed, though my hands remained handcuffed to the pipe and my eyes remained covered. Following his command, I spread my legs and bent forward until my face was nearly touching the urinal. The position left my pale, fleshy buttocks and my dripping slit completely exposed. The stale, musky scent of the urinal wafted into my nose, further stimulating my perverted cravings.

The two men were not in a rush. They rubbed their hot cocks against my ass and the edges of my vagina. Instead of relieving the itch, it felt as though a thousand ants were crawling inside me. I was being driven mad by the tension. Giving up all resistance, I began to shake my hips shamelessly. "No... don't tease me... oh... oh... hurry... thrust inside... fuck me... ah... ah..."

"Heh, what happened? Weren't you a lady just a moment ago? Now you're wiggling your ass begging us?" one voice teased.

"Ah... I... I'm not a lady... oh... I'm... a filthy slut... ah... I want a big cock to fuck me... ah... ah... please... please... anything... just fuck me... ah... fuck me to death... oh..." I was on the verge of a breakdown.

"Wrong! You're not a slut, you're a lewd bitch, born to be fucked by men, aren't you? Say it!"

"Yes... I... am a lewd bitch... born... to be fucked... I love... being fucked hard... by big cocks... ah... ah..."

"Haha, very good. Remember those words, because this is your reward!"

Suddenly, a thick glans pressed against my vaginal opening and plunged inside! My empty pussy was instantly filled with a massive sense of satisfaction. The man's cock was incredibly thick; my slit had to stretch to its absolute limit to accommodate him. His thrusts were deep, hitting my cervix time and time again. I met his rhythm by thrusting my hips back against him.

"Mmm, what a tight little hole, and what a talented ass!" the man praised. He began to pound into me like a jackhammer. His hands weren't idle either; he reached around to squeeze my breasts or delivered stinging slaps to my buttocks. The sound of skin hitting skin echoed through the dirty, empty restroom. I heard the click of a camera, realizing my debauched state was being recorded, but it didn't matter. I was drowning in pleasure.

"Ah... ah... so good... oh... hitting my womb... oh... harder... yes... ah... I'm going to... ah... I can't hold it... ah... ah..." Under the intense stimulation, I reached my first orgasm in no time.

The man thrust a few more times before pulling out, only to be immediately replaced by the second man. The cycle continued, with one man fucking me while the other took photos.

My orgasms were nearly continuous. My juices were pumped out by their cocks, flowing down my thighs to my heels. I could feel my massive breasts swaying like heavy pendulums with every thrust.

I had completely forgotten we were in a public restroom. "Yes... oh... harder... fuck me hard... ah... ah... fuck my pussy... oh... yes... I... love big cocks... ah... fuck me to death... ah... ah... ha... ha... squeeze my breasts... ah... ah... harder... oh... another... another orgasm... ah... ah..."

The two men took turns, one withdrawing just as he was about to ejaculate to let the other take over, ensuring a relentless assault on my body. This non-stop intercourse kept me perpetually perched on the peak of climax, my pleasure entirely at their mercy.

I lost track of which cock was inside me. I lost count of how many times I came. I was completely enveloped by pure, unadulterated lust.

Eventually, the two men ejaculated onto my breasts. They then placed a bra over them, trapping their warm semen against my skin. After a few more photos, they finally handed the key to my handcuffs to me.

The man who had first called me whispered, "Slut, wear that bra all day. And remember what you said when you were begging us. Be a good girl and listen to us, hehe. I'll call you again, you hear?"

I nodded dizzily, my mind and body still reeling from the ecstasy. I slumped against the urinal like a piece of soft meat. It took a long time before I found the strength to unlock the cuffs and remove the blindfold. The men were long gone. Looking down, I saw the mess of my lower body; the floor was soaked with my juices. The memory of calling myself a "bitch" surfaced in my mind, bringing a wave of shame mixed with a strange, new excitement.

To be ravaged by different men, to be treated like a cheap, lustful animal, to be humiliated... as I sat there, a thought occurred to me: *Wasn't this exactly what my heart desired?* Almost unconsciously, I reached into my bra, scooped up some of the men's semen, and tasted it. It was salty and musky. *Yes,* I thought, *being a slut truly is my essence.*

As dawn approached, I tidied myself up as best as I could and limped out of the restroom, hurrying home before anyone could notice my disheveled state.

***

**II.**

Three days after returning home, just as I was preparing to leave for work, another parcel arrived. I already knew what it would be. Sure enough, it contained the photos from the restroom. They were incredibly clear—showing a naked, lewd-faced woman with her ass in the air being pounded by a man. Who else could it be?

Inside the box were several pairs of sexy panties and three large, differently shaped vibrators, each as thick as three or four fingers. One was red, one yellow, and one transparent. The red one looked quite realistic, though it had a fuzzy ring at the base; the yellow one was covered in small bumps; and the transparent one was the most intimidating—it was covered in ridges like a mace, had a massive head with metal studs, and the manual claimed it could emit safe electric pulses!

*My God! If that goes inside me...* A shiver ran down my spine. I was a mix of fear and excitement, though the excitement was winning. *Am I truly a hopeless pervert?*

Finally, there was an anal bead set: nine hard rubber beads of increasing size, the largest being slightly bigger than an egg, connected to a large anal plug with a long string for easy removal.

As I sat there, heart racing at the sight of the explicit toys, the phone rang. It was them.

"So, did you get your gifts? Are you getting excited, you slutty bitch?" the man teased.

"I got them... w-what do you want now?" To my own surprise, my voice held more anticipation than dread.

"Hahaha!" the man laughed. "You must be excited. I can see you clutching them tightly from here."

"You... you can see me?" I looked around nervously. Where was he?

"Heh, don't bother looking. I'm watching you from the high-rise across from your window with high-powered binoculars, you slut."

Naturally, I looked toward the window, but the building was too far to see anything clearly. Yet, knowing a man was watching my every move sent a thrill through me.

"Alright," the man continued. "From now on, you must answer my calls immediately. And keep them on speaker so you can follow my orders instantly. Got it?"

"I..." My lingering sense of dignity tried to protest, but as my hand tightened around the vibrator, the lewd blood in my veins surged. "Yes... understood."

"Heh, good! Now, take those beads and shove them into your slutty ass!"

"But... but... I have to go to work!" I felt torn. A teacher couldn't be late.

"But? Do you want to defy me? Do you want to become an internet porn star? You're just a bitch; now do as you're told!" his voice turned harsh.

"Ah... yes... I'll do it!" I surrendered. Perhaps it wasn't just fear, but a deep-seated desire to obey.

I switched the phone to speaker, stripped off my skirt and panties, and prepared the beads.

"Wait! Open the curtains completely. Face your ass toward the window so I can see. And as you push them in, count them out loud!"

"Yes..." I walked to the window and pulled the curtains wide. I knelt down, arching my back and thrusting my ass toward the window. I must have looked incredibly lewd: a woman in professional office wear, kneeling by a window, her pale, plump buttocks thrust high, her hands pulling her cheeks apart to expose her puckered anus to the world!

"Can... can we start? I'll be late..." I whispered into the phone.

"Heh, of course. Or is your slutty hole too impatient to wait?" he mocked. "And remember to wet the beads with your mouth first, so your tight little hole can swallow them easier, haha!"

"O-okay." I licked the beads one by one, coating them in my saliva until they glistened. The sight of the wet, lustrous beads made my pussy begin to weep with anticipation.

Almost breathlessly, I brought the beads to my anus. The first one... the sensation was strange and incredibly embarrassing, but it sent a jolt of pleasure through me. *I'm being forced to do this,* I told myself to hide my shame. But my hands didn't falter. As the first bead entered, my muscles clamped tight around it.

"Oh? Already leaking? You really are a filthy slut, aren't you? Showing your ass to the world and stuffing beads into yourself... are you excited?" the voice teased.

"Yes..." I replied, unable to help myself. "I'm... very excited..."

"Haha! Then hurry up! Swallow all nine of them!"

"O-okay..." I worked faster. Each bead was larger and more difficult to push in, but the feeling of fullness was immense. The man's insults acted as a stimulant, and my pussy was a disaster, juices streaming down my thighs. By the time the ninth bead was fully seated, the floor beneath me was soaked.

"Very good, heh..." the man said. "Now, pick a pair of panties and get to work! And remember, slut—no bra!"

"What? How can I go like that?" I gasped.

"What? Do you want to stay home? Or do you want more? Go to work, but remember, I'll have someone check on you. If you disobey..."

I didn't dare argue. I chose a pair of red, sheer mesh panties. They were tiny; my thick pubic hair couldn't be fully covered, but they were the best option.

As I dressed, I could hardly believe my own state. Beneath my professional navy blue suit, I was completely naked. My massive breasts pushed against the fabric like two mountain peaks, making it impossible to fasten the top button. Every step made them bounce precariously! I didn't look like a teacher; I looked like a common streetwalker.

But there was no choice. On the way to school, I felt the heat of men's gazes piercing through my clothes. Some even whistled. I felt like a walking object of lust. On the bus, a sudden brake caused me to lunge forward, and my right breast nearly escaped the confines of my shirt, bouncing wildly like a white rabbit. I scrambled to tuck it back, praying no one had seen.

At school, however, I had to maintain my aura of authority. I had to be strict with my students, many of whom were troublemakers.

And today, the king of the troublemakers, a boy named Kai, was acting up again. But this time, something was different.

***

**III.**

"Kai! You're reading that kind of book in class again!" I called him into my office, slamming a confiscated copy of *S&M* onto the desk.

Usually, Kai was a bit intimidated by me, but today he stood there with a nonchalant, cocky attitude, even talking back. Frustrated, I reached for the phone to perform the ultimate teacher's weapon: calling his parents.

But the moment the line connected, the words died in my throat.

Kai casually pulled a photograph from his pocket. In the photo, a lewd woman wearing a blindfold was being taken from behind by a man whose face was hidden. She was covered in sweat and fluids, her expression one of pure ecstasy. The woman in the photo... was me! It was the photo from the public restroom!

"Hello? Hello?" the voice on the other end prompted. Kai was smiling at me—a thin, knowing smirk.

"Hello... this is Teacher Zhang..." I said, my voice hollow.

"Oh, Kai's teacher? Is something wrong? Did he get into trouble again?"

"Ah, no... no... he's just... been performing well lately. I wanted to... praise him." I was forced to say it, seeing the mockery in his eyes.

After the call ended, the office fell silent. It was just the two of us.

"Kai... where... where did you get that?" I asked, unable to meet his gaze.

"Oh, you don't know? Heh, a lucky guy just gave it to me," Kai laughed. "He also told me to 'inspect' the teacher. So, Teacher, what should I inspect first? Haha..."

"This..." I was speechless. Was it him? Was he working with the man on the phone? Desperate, I whispered, "Yes... please... inspect my body..."

I knelt before him. It was the ultimate humiliation—kneeling before a student to beg for an inspection of my lewd body. It felt like a nightmare, yet the most terrifying part was the pleasure. My body was already anticipating him.

Kai smiled and locked the office door. "Well, who would have thought? Teacher Zhang is such a slut! Let's start with those big tits of yours. Take off your clothes!"

"Ah, yes..." I had no choice. My body was already trembling with anticipation. As I peeled off my suit, my breasts—unsupported all day—sprang free. Kai sat in the chair in front of me, looking down at me from a position of power.

"So white... and so big. Truly tempting tits. Heh, I wonder how bouncy they are?" he teased.

Understanding his intent, I crawled toward him. "Please... inspect the... elasticity... of my breasts..."

"Oh? Haha, alright, let me check!" Kai's hands were rough as they cupped my breasts, kneading them with total abandon. "Mmm, not bad at all! They're so bouncy! And the nipples are huge! The color is perfect too! You're much better than the women in these books, Teacher. From now on, I won't need books; looking at you will be enough!"

My dignity was gone, replaced by a mounting heat. My pink nipples stood erect, nearly a centimeter long.

"Heh, look at that. Just a little touch and they're hard," Kai smirked. "You don't look this lewd in class, Teacher. These big tits must have many men dreaming of them."

"Nngh... please... don't call me... 'Teacher' anymore..." This was my final shred of modesty.

"Oh? Do you prefer 'Bitch'?" He laughed. "Fine! No more 'Teacher.' From now on, you're 'Big Bitch Zhang,' okay? Hahaha!"

"Mmm... okay..." I could only accept his new title.

"Say it! Say it, Teacher!" Kai teased, biting down hard on the word "Teacher" while twisting my nipples between his fingers.

"Ah! Don't... don't do that... it's so tingly... From now on... please call me... Bitch Zhang... oh... oh..."

"How pathetic. A teacher who wants to be a bitch! Now, let's see if you followed the man's orders. Strip!"

"Yes... okay..." I obeyed, sliding off my trousers until only a tiny, scandalous piece of lace remained.

As I stood there naked before him, Kai noticed the anal beads. He hooked his finger through the pull-string and gave it a playful tug.

"Whoa, first time seeing a woman play like this! You're way more of a slut than the girls in the books, Bitch Zhang!"

I lowered my head, my face burning with a mix of shame and arousal. Kai's hands roamed my trembling body before he suddenly pinched my already erect clitoris, tugging it hard.

"Ah... no... don't do that... oh!" My mouth said "no," but my body screamed "yes."

"No? Your body says otherwise, Bitch Zhang. You're so wet, you've soaked my hand!" He laughed, holding his glistening fingers in front of my face. Instinctively, I leaned forward and sucked his fingers, lapping up my own juices.

Seeing my hunger, Kai laughed and thrust three fingers into my mouth, mimicking a cock. I moaned in rhythm with his movements.

When he finally pulled his fingers out, my crotch was a mess. He sat back in my office chair. "Alright, come here and serve me, Bitch Zhang!"

Driven by pure lust, I knelt between his legs. I pulled down his zipper and underwear, revealing a thick, musky cock. Like a common streetwalker, I took him into my mouth, licking and swirling my tongue to please him.

"I like this attitude! Suits you, Bitch Zhang!" Kai grabbed my hair, pulling my head back and forth as if he were fucking my vagina.

"Mmm... ah..." I moaned through the slight suffocation.

"Use your hands to loosen up that filthy hole so I can fuck it!" he commanded. I obeyed, sliding two fingers into my pussy, working myself into a frenzy. My clitoris was swollen and hot, making wet, squelching sounds with every movement. My pussy was starving for him.

I looked up at him, my eyes pleading.

"You want it, don't you? Is your slutty hole itching?"

I nodded frantically. "Yes... ah... yes!"

"Alright, turn around and bend over the desk!"

I obeyed instantly. Kai stood behind me, grabbing my heavy buttocks and shaking them, creating a rhythmic jiggle of flesh. He delivered a resounding *slap* to my ass. "Damn, this ass is huge and fleshy! I love big asses; they feel the best to fuck!"

Then, he leaned down. His mouth enveloped my pussy, his warm tongue swirling around my soaking slit while his hands kneaded my cheeks.

"Oh... mmm... so good..." I writhed. "Give it to me... a big cock... oh..."

"Want it? Heh," Kai teased. "Let me write on you first." He picked up my fountain pen and began to write on my buttock. The sensation was ticklish and strange. "Left side: 'Slut who needs fucking.' Right side: 'Lewd Bitch.' Perfect!"

"Yes... ah... Kai... please... can you put it in now? I can't take it... oh..."

"Haha, since you're begging, here you go!" His hot cock pressed against my opening and plunged inside. Even though I was a frequent masturbator, the sheer girth of him made me gasp. He hit my cervix with every thrust, driving me into a frenzy.

"Slap! Slap!" The sound of his palms hitting my ass echoed in the office. "You're such a cheap little slut!"

"Ah... ha... so full... oh..." I was lost in the rhythm, my body moving in perfect synchronization with his thrusts. "Ah... it's so hot... harder... oh... oh..."

"As you wish, you bitch!" Kai's pace became frantic. He was pounding into me, and the sensation was overwhelming.

"Ah... no... no... oh... another orgasm... oh... oh..."

The conquest of his massive cock brought me to two more climaxes in rapid succession. As he neared his own end, his thrusts became even more violent.

"Damn, this is better than fucking a streetwalker! Here it comes! Take it all!"

"Yes... oh...!" I screamed, "Shoot it inside! Give me your semen! Oh...!"

With a final, heavy thrust, he bottomed out, and I felt a hot, pulsing torrent of semen flooding into my womb.

"Oh..." I exhaled, collapsing onto the desk.

"Heh," Kai said, playing with my breasts for a moment before pulling up his pants. "You served well, Bitch Zhang. I'll be back often. And don't let that semen leak out—the man will check!"

*The man? Who is he?* The thought flickered in my mind, but exhaustion took over.

***

**IV.**

I limped home, too exhausted to even clean myself. It was 7:00 PM. I bought some dim sum and chicken wings on the way, intending to eat a quick meal.

As soon as I closed the door, the phone rang. My heart hammered. *Was it him?*

"Hello?"

"Heh, little beauty. How was your day?"

It was him. I looked toward the window. Per his orders, the curtains were wide open so he could watch me. Was it because of the blackmail, or because I actually enjoyed being watched? Perhaps it was both.

"It was... fine. But why did you involve my student?"

"Do you have any objections? Heh, you actually enjoyed it, didn't you? Haven't you fantasized about your students?" He hit the nail on the head.

"Now, put the phone on speaker and go to the window!"

"Yes..." I obeyed. "Strip. Now."

I shed my clothes until I stood naked before the large glass pane. My reflection showed a beautiful, curved body—a body that was now a plaything for a stranger.

"Beautiful!" he praised. "Now, sit down and spread your legs. I want to see your slutty hole and your ass! I need to inspect you!"

"O-okay..." I sat on the floor in an M-shape, arching my back to present my pussy and anus to the window. The view in the reflection was incredibly lewd, especially with the anal bead string dangling from my rear.

"Your pussy definitely shows signs of being used. The lips are still a bit red. And look at those words! 'Slut who needs fucking,' 'Lewd Bitch'... how cheap! So, was it fun fucking your student?"

"I... don't know..."

"Don't you? Maybe you should let a few more students fuck you, then you'll know!"

"No! Don't! It... it was... very good..." I gasped, terrified of my own honesty.

"Then tell me, where did he shoot inside you?"

"In... in my pussy..."

"A pity you didn't get to taste it," he mused. "Now, bring your food over. Eat for me!"

"What?"

"Don't question me! Bring the food and eat it in front of me!"

I brought the dim sum and chicken wings to the window. As I prepared to eat, he gave a new, twisted command. "Wait! It needs seasoning. Slut, you still have semen in your pussy, don't you? Stuff the buns inside there!"

"What?!" I cried. "That's... that's too much!"

"Shut up! It's the perfect seasoning for a bitch like you! Do it!"

"Yes... okay..." I surrendered. I took a bun and, using my fingers to spread my labia, pushed the soft dough into my vagina. It slid in easily, lubricated by the leftover semen and oils.

"Good! Keep going until I tell you to stop!"

One bun. Two buns. By the third, my pussy felt incredibly full and heavy. The sensation of the dough soaking in the semen was bizarre yet strangely satisfying.

"Now, take them out and eat them!"

I pulled the buns out—they were coated in thick, white semen. To my shock, the taste was delicious. The musky flavor acted like an aphrodisiac.

"Now, the chicken wings! Stuff them in your ass first, then your pussy, then eat them!"

"But... my ass... it might hurt..."

"Will it? You can fit those large beads in there, can't you? Hurry up, or I'll upload your photos!"

Following his orders, I sat on a cushion and began the process. The oily, bumpy texture of the chicken wings against my anus was both itchy and exhilarating. "That's it! Good bitch! Now use the bones to stir them around inside so they get even more delicious!"

"Ah... mmm... oh..." The sensation was unlike anything else. By the time I was done, the wings were a messy mixture of chicken oil, semen, and my own juices. But in my state of heightened lust, it was the most exquisite meal of my life.

"Haha! You really are a cheap slut! Now, use the leftover bones to make yourself climax for me!"

"Yes... ah...!" I grabbed the bones, using them to stimulate my pussy and anus. The pain and pleasure were inseparable.

"Left hand on your breast! Right hand twisting the bones in your ass! Harder! Faster!"

"Ah! Ah! Oh... oh... here it comes...!" My body convulsed in a massive, bone-shaking orgasm. I collapsed onto the floor, bathed in my own juices, and fell into a deep, exhausted sleep.

The next morning, I woke up with the bones still inside me, my breasts bruised from my own frantic kneading. I felt a sense of profound, shameful satisfaction.

At 7:00 AM, the phone rang.

"Heh, was it good yesterday?"

"Yes... it was... very good," I whispered, fully accepting my role.

"Good! Today you can dress normally, but... put your phone on vibrate, put it in a condom, and slide it deep into your pussy! And give me the number."

"What if... the students find out?"

"Do you have a choice?" he barked.

"No... no choice..."

"Good. Remember, you're just a lewd bitch. You're a sex toy. Got it?"

"Yes... I understand..."

As I walked to school that morning, looking like a perfectly professional, composed teacher in my neat suit, no one could have known the truth. Beneath my skirt, a vibrating phone was buried deep inside my soaking wet pussy, pulsing with every ring.

My new life as a perverted teacher had truly begun.