Roped in and f*cked out!

I wonder if Tina is safe.

I can't really worry about Claire - she will get out of jail the moment she steps in, but Tina does not have anyone she can count on, besides her family and a couple of good friends.

And a boyfriend, who has been spirited away by his crazy teacher.

Miss Jimenez has taken me into custody, more or less. My phone is broken and for now, I am prisoner at her huge home.

It's a beautiful mansion, covered from the floor to the ceiling in mahogany panel - the kind of home you only see in movies.

Claire reeks of high society and old money, but this home seems to belong to someone who began working as a CEO at fifteen.

"How do we feel? You poor, poor boy."

"I surely… hnnhhgg… I surely felt better before," I groan. Turns out that the jump in the ditch did have a few consequences: my ankle is strained, something I did not feel right away. As it happens sometimes, you don't always feel your injuries when they first appear.

Miss Jimenez has somehow convinced the police to leave me in her custody, at least for the time being. I wonder if something shady is going on behind what I can see, because I am a legal adult, as are Tina and Claire.

Claire must be working her ass off to come here, for sure, but for some reason she has still to appear. Maybe her father is giving her a piece of his mind about breaking the limousine?

As for Tina, what is she going to do next, break through the windows wielding a machete?

I have to admit that would be hot.

Speaking of hot, Miss Jimenez is putting out all stops tonight. The golden light of the lamps bathes her skin, and she is showing a lot of it, wearing a white dress that highlights her high, large breasts and her amazing butt. It's much plumper than Tina's. If Claire has a physique that could inspire poets and Tina looks amazing in that tomboyish and athletic way of hers, she looks like an actual pornstar.

She smiles at me, her eyes glistening with lust as I can't really take my gaze off her goods. She knows she has me right where she wants me.

No phone, no exit, and most importantly… tied to the chair.

I literally woke up like this: my wrists and my ankles are tied to a heavy chair. It is also bolted on to the floor, or at the very least it must have an iron skeleton inside because I can't seem to even make it rattle with how heavy it is.

For the time being, getting out is impossible.

It looks like I am prisoner here.

Maybe I can plead with her…

"Just let mommy take care of you."

"I have a girlfriend," I protest.

"Sure, and where is she now? Detained! Which is the place where she should stay, at any rest. I am not sharing you with anyone… my precious boy." She leans forward, pushing her breasts against my face just like Claire did. They feel different: so much larger and firmer. She is all woman, for sure.

"I'm… mfff," I say trying to get away from that pressure even as my dick starts to strain against my briefs - she has tied me to the chair with that as my only article of clothing. "I'm not going to…"

"Oh but you are, my dear boy. Or I am going to fail you so hard you are not going to leave that school until you are twenty-five! Not that I would mind… being your tutor and all… and you are in for a lesson."

She sits on my laps and begins to play with my hardening cock, rubbing it through the fabric. She purrs in my ear and pushes her breasts against my chest.

"What about… hmmhfff… what about your husband?"

She stops. Looks at me with a weird look.

"Why are you worried about this kind of things, you ungrateful boy? You have this hot body that wants nothing more than your cock and you are here wasting your time on such…" she leans forward, taking out her tongue and licking my neck to my lobe, which she sucks on as I gasp, "… trivialities?"

"I… ah…! Ah, please!"

"Ah, I like it when you beg, boy. I am going to get all of your sperm until there is nothing left for anyone else. You are going to live here with me and I going to be with you every day. No matter how hard you squirm or anything. We are alone for the night…"

"But… ah! What if he finds… ahh!" She grips my cock and starts to pump it.

"Now you shut the fuck up, you stupid boy. You are not here to talk, you are here to fuck, you are here to make me feel good and to cum inside me until I am satisfied, until I scream!" She pulls down my briefs, revealing my dick at full mast. No matter what… her smell, her body, her kisses… it's just too much to ignore.

My body is betraying me as she spreads her folds over my dick and starts to ride me, aggressively jumping up and down as she throws her head back, her giant tits wobbling back and forth.

"Ah, ah, ah! Yes, yes, yes… harder… harder!" She grips my hips only to push my dick a little further into her folds. "I want to cum… I never get to cum… it's always so hard… I can't cum unless I have a nice dick inside me like this…"

"What… ha… what?"

"I get horny all the time!" She laments, looking at me with a feverish look in her eyes. "I can't stop for a bathroom break every hour, I would get reported! And then you show up in my class, looking so delicious, and you know I can't live without it… without you." She kisses me hard on the mouth, her tongue taking over my own at once as she forces it in a wet and warm dance. "And you are mine, mine, mine…! Mine to fuck and to fuck and to fuck! Fuuuuck," she groans as I feel her folds clench against my dick. She lets out a moan and she shudders as she cums, her toes curling from the strength of her orgasm.

It's not enough to send me over the edge, but I can't resist for long.

She has me in her clutches, and all I can hope for is that she does get tired soon enough… I can't do much tied like this to the chair.