My Raped pussy 5: fucked up

The watchman, a sturdy 30-year-old man in a faded khaki uniform, stood frozen for a second before his expression hardened. His eyes raked over the scene: Bijayini bent over against the wall in her school uniform, glasses slightly askew, braided hair messy, pants and panties tugged down just below her plump ass, and Soumya’s thick cock still buried deep inside her.

“What the hell is this?!” he barked, voice loud and authoritative. “Students having sex behind the school building? In uniform?! I’m reporting this right now. Principal, parents, everyone will know. You two are finished.”

Soumya quickly pulled out of Bijayini with a wet sound, stuffing himself back into his pants. Bijayini gasped, yanking her pants up frantically, face burning with humiliation. Her heavy breasts heaved under the tight blue-and-white tunic as she turned around, eyes wide with terror behind her glasses.

“Please sir… no!” Bijayini begged immediately, voice trembling. She stepped forward, hands clasped together. “Please don’t report us. We’ll get expelled… my parents will kill me. I’m a good student… please!”

Soumya joined in, looking panicked. “Sir, it was just a mistake. We’re sorry. We’ll never do it again. Please give us a chance.”

The watchman crossed his arms, staring at Bijayini’s flushed face, her plump lips, and the way her uniform hugged her curvy figure — especially her prominent D-cup breasts straining against the fabric. A sly look crossed his face.

“Mistake? You were moaning like that and he was balls-deep inside you. This is serious. Unless…” He looked Bijayini up and down slowly. “You give me a good reason to forget what I saw.”

Bijayini’s heart sank. She understood what he meant. Tears welled up in her eyes. “Sir… please… not that…”

Soumya squeezed her hand subtly, whispering, “Bijayini… we have no choice. Just do it quickly so he doesn’t report us.”

The watchman leaned against the wall casually. “Smart boy. Come on, girl. On your knees. Use that pretty mouth of yours and I’ll keep quiet. Make it good.”

Trembling with shame but terrified of the consequences, Bijayini slowly sank to her knees in front of the watchman, the gravel rough against her uniform pants. Her glasses fogged slightly from nervous breaths. She looked up at him with pleading eyes as she reached out with shaky hands and unzipped his pants.

She pulled out his cock — thick, veiny, and already hardening, though not as long as Soumya’s. Bijayini hesitated, then parted her mature, plump lips and took him into her mouth.

“Mmm… that’s it,” the watchman groaned, placing one hand on her braided head.

She started sucking him sloppily, her tongue swirling around the head while her soft lips stretched around his girth. Saliva dripped down her chin onto her uniform tunic as she bobbed her head, taking more of him with each motion. The watchman’s hand tightened in her hair, guiding her deeper until she gagged softly.

“Fuck… good girl. Look at those big tits in that uniform while you suck me,” he muttered.

Bijayini worked harder, hollowing her cheeks, sucking with wet, obscene sounds — *gluck-gluck-gluck*. Tears of humiliation ran down her cheeks, but she didn’t stop. Soumya stood nearby, watching tensely. The watchman reached down and squeezed one of her heavy breasts through the tunic, groping it roughly as she continued blowing him.

She used her hand on the base, stroking what she couldn’t fit in her mouth, while her tongue licked along the underside. The watchman’s breathing grew ragged. “Faster… yes, just like that…”

After a few intense minutes, he groaned deeply and came hard in her mouth. Thick spurts of cum flooded her tongue. Bijayini choked slightly but swallowed most of it, some leaking from the corners of her lips and dripping onto her chin and uniform. She pulled back, coughing softly, face flushed and messy.

The watchman zipped up, looking satisfied. “Good job. I didn’t see anything today. But if I catch you again… well, maybe I’ll want more next time.” He smirked and walked away, continuing his rounds.

Bijayini stayed on her knees for a moment, wiping her mouth and chin with the back of her hand, tears still in her eyes. Soumya helped her up gently, pulling her into a hug. “I’m sorry… you did what you had to.”

She nodded quietly, adjusting her uniform and glasses, the taste of the watchman still in her mouth.

For the next week, both Bijayini and Soumya felt depressed and anxious. Every time they passed the watchman during school hours, the 30-year-old man would grin shamelessly at Bijayini — his eyes lingering on her heavy chest and uniform-clad body with obvious hunger. He never said anything, but that knowing, sleazy grin made her skin crawl. Soumya felt helpless and guilty. Bijayini became quieter, avoiding eye contact with everyone, her usual studious focus shattered by constant shame and paranoia.

One afternoon after the final bell, Bijayini’s temper finally snapped. She stormed toward the small watchman’s cabin at the back of the school building, her blue-and-white uniform tunic hugging her D-cup breasts tightly, braid swinging angrily behind her. Without knocking, she kicked the door open with a loud bang.

The watchman was sitting inside, sipping tea. He looked up, startled, then broke into that same infuriating grin.

“Why are you grinning at me all the time?!” Bijayini shouted, voice shaking with burning anger. “What the hell do you want? What should I do so that you stop this nonsense?!”

The watchman leaned back in his chair, eyes roaming over her body. “Simple, girl. Let me fuck you properly, just like your boyfriend did behind the building. One good time and I’ll stop grinning. I’ll even forget everything.”

Bijayini’s face burned with rage and humiliation. Her plump lips pressed into a thin line, fists clenched. For a long moment she stood there trembling, then, without another word, she turned and locked the cabin door with a sharp *click*.

“Fine,” she spat bitterly. “Finish fast. And you better never grin at me again after this.”

She walked to his desk, bent forward over it, and angrily tugged her white pants and panties down to her knees in one motion. Her plump, smooth ass and pussy were fully exposed to him while the rest of her school uniform — tunic, belt, and braid — remained on. She gripped the edge of the desk tightly, staring at the wall, cheeks flaming.

The watchman stood up slowly, eyes wide with delight. “Wow… look at this pretty ass and pussy. But it’s completely dry right now. Not ready at all.”

He dropped to his knees behind her, gripped her soft ass cheeks with both hands, and spread them apart. Leaning in, he dragged his hot tongue slowly from the bottom of her slit all the way up, tasting her. Bijayini shuddered.

He licked her thoroughly — long, broad, wet strokes covering every inch of her outer lips. He sucked gently on her folds, then used the flat of his tongue to lap at her clit in slow circles. Bijayini bit her lip hard, refusing to make a sound at first. But he was relentless. He pushed his tongue inside her tight entrance, fucking her with it in steady thrusts, then returned to her clit, sucking the swollen bud between his lips while flicking it rapidly with the tip of his tongue.

“Mmm… you taste sweet,” he murmured against her pussy. He licked faster, sloppier — noisy, hungry sounds filling the small cabin as saliva dripped down her thighs. He spread her ass wider, burying his face deeper, tongue swirling and probing every sensitive spot. Two fingers joined his mouth, sliding into her now-wet channel, curling and rubbing her inner walls while he sucked hard on her clit.

Despite her anger, Bijayini’s body betrayed her. Soft, unwilling moans began escaping her plump lips. “Ahh… nngh…” Her pussy grew slick and puffy, juices coating his tongue and fingers. Her hips twitched slightly as pleasure built against her will.

When she was dripping wet and breathing heavily, the watchman stood up. He pulled out his thick, hard cock, aligned the fat head at her soaked entrance, gripped her hips firmly, and thrust forward.

**Squuuuelchhh—!**

Bijayini gasped sharply as his thick cock stretched her tight pussy in one powerful stroke, burying deep inside her. “Ahh—! Fuck…” she moaned involuntarily.

He didn’t hold back. He fucked her hard and deep over the desk, hips slapping loudly against her plump ass. The wet *plap-plap-plap* sounds echoed in the cabin as he pounded her with long, forceful strokes. One hand reached around to squeeze her heavy breasts through the uniform tunic, mauling them roughly. His other hand gripped her braid like a leash, pulling her head back slightly as he railed her.

Bijayini’s glasses fogged up. Her mature lips stayed parted, moans growing louder despite her earlier anger. “Ahh… ahh… slow down… it’s too deep…” But her pussy clenched greedily around his cock, juices dripping down her thighs with every thrust.

He fucked her passionately — fast, rough, and thorough — changing angles to hit her sensitive spots. The desk creaked under the force. He praised her between grunts: “Such a tight young pussy… big tits in that uniform… so fucking good…”

After several intense minutes, he felt his climax approaching. With a deep groan, he pulled out abruptly. Thick, hot ropes of cum splattered across her plump ass cheeks and lower back — messy white strands painting her smooth skin.

Bijayini’s legs gave out. She collapsed forward onto the desk, panting heavily, body trembling from the unwanted orgasm that had ripped through her. Cum slowly dripped down her ass and thighs onto the floor.

The watchman sat back in his chair, pants still half-down, cock softening. He smiled contentedly. “That was really good, girl. Best pussy I’ve had in a long time.”

Bijayini stayed silent. She shakily wiped herself with some tissues from his desk, pulled her pants and panties back up, adjusted her uniform and glasses, and grabbed her bag. Without looking at him, she unlocked the door and rushed out, face burning with a mix of anger, shame, and lingering pleasure.