18yo Pinay Student Gets Fucked on Billiard Table

The school courtyard was quiet, a rare lull between classes. But tucked away in a dimly lit hallway was a flurry of activity. A petite Filipino girl in her school uniform stood nervously, gazing at the man before her. He was tall, intimidating, but in that moment, all she could focus on was the bulge in his pants.
“P-please sir,” the girl stuttered, “I can’t skip class again. My grades will suffer.”
The man smirked, his eyes roaming over her delicate frame. With a swift motion, he grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her into the nearby billiards room.
“Skipping class is bad enough, but then you mouth off to me? I think this young lady needs to be taught a lesson.” His voice was dark, heavy with promise.
The girl’s heart raced as he shut the door behind them, plunging them into darkness. She could hear the clack of billiard balls, a haunting reminder of where she now stood.
“P-please sir,” she tried again, but her voice betrayed her, breaking slightly. “I-I’ll do anything.”
The man stepped out of the shadows, his large frame looming over her. She trembled, feeling small and vulnerable in the face of his dominance.
“Anything?” he asked, a dangerous glint in his eye. “Well then, little one, let’s see what ‘anything’ entails.”
His rough hands found her waist, tugging at the bow of her uniform dress. She gasped as he yanked down the zipper, the fabric falling away to reveal her curves. She stood there in her white bra and panties, self-consciously covering herself.
“Arms at your sides,” he commanded, his voice brooking no argument. “I want to look at you.”
The girl complied, blushing deeply as his gaze trailed over her body. She felt exposed, vulnerable, but there was a thrill in it too. A dangerous excitement she had never known before.
“Good girl,” he purred, stepping closer and cupping her face in his large hand. “Now, let’s see what other lessons we can learn today.”
His lips found hers in a fierce, dominating kiss. She melted against him, surrendering herself to his will. His hands roamed her body, squeezing her ample breasts and drawing a moan from her lips.
“Sir,” she breathed when they parted, her eyes hazy with lust. “I want you. Please.”
He smirked, his hand finding the band of her panties. In one swift motion, he ripped them away, leaving her bare. She shuddered as cool air met her most intimate flesh.
“Turn around,” he ordered, his voice low. “Bend over the table.”
Her knees knocked together as she obeyed, her heart pounds so loudly she was sure he could hear it. She felt the cold oak of the billiard table against her skin, a stark contrast to the heat coursing through her body.
“Spread your legs,” he demanded, kicking her feet apart. She gasped, feeling utterly exposed.
She could hear the sound of a zipper, the rustling of clothes being taken off. Then, she felt it – the hard length of him pressed against her ass.
“Brace yourself, little one,” he said, his voice dark with promise. “I’m going to fuck you until you scream.”
She nodded, pressing her palms flat against the table. She was ready. She was more than ready.
He entered her in one swift thrust, filling her completely. She cried out, her fingers digging into the felt as he began to move. He was rough, passionate. Each stroke sent sparks of pleasure racing through her body.
“Sir,” she moaned, tossing her head back. “More. Please, sir, more.”
He obliged, fucking her faster, harder. The table rocked beneath them, the amusement fading with each passionate thrust. The sensation was overwhelming, consuming her entirely.
She clutched the sides of the table, the felt cool against her cheek as he took her. With each pump of his hips, she felt herself climbing higher, teetering on the edge of ecstasy.
“Sir,” she breathed, her body tightening. “I-I’m going to come.”
“Come for me,” he growled, his hand finding her clit. He rubbed hard, sending her over the edge.
She screamed as her orgasm crashed over her, wave after wave of intense pleasure. He followed soon after, spilling himself inside her with a low groan.
They stood there for a moment, catching their breath. His hands still gripped her hips, her body still pressed down against the table.
“Did you learn your lesson?” he asked, his voice low and teasing. She nodded, a blissful smile on her face.
“I think I did, sir.”
He laughed, pulling out of her and tucking himself away. She straightened up, wobbly on her feet.
“Good. Be a good student and you won’t find yourself in trouble again.”
She nodded, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. As she adjusted her uniform, straightening her bra and pulling up her dress, she couldn’t help but feel a new sense of confidence. She had faced her fear head-on, and the reward was more than she could have ever imagined.
With a final, shy smile, she slipped out of the room, ready to face the rest of her day – and her next lesson.