Mr. Nilam’s Extra Credit

It all started seven months ago. Right after my 18th birthday in December, I was called in to the front office of Latoka Rice High School. It was my counselor. After a new student had transferred in, my blow off course for the rest of the year, business math, was now full. I need another math credit and had picked it because it was supposed to be easy. I don’t even need math if I’m gonna be following into a nursing college after high school, so I was looking for the easiest math credit. Now that it was full, I had to choose another math course before classes start in January so I could fulfill the credit.

I ended up with the only math course I could take, Algebra II with Mr. Nilam. Suddenly I’m going to be doing a lot more work this year than I had hoped. I hated Algebra I with the wicked witch of the math Ms. Kinzel last year, and I barely made it through that with a passing grade.

When I first met Mr. Nilam, he had arrived a few minutes late for the first class. He wore a pair of fitted pants that looked like he might just store them anywhere on the floor in his house. He had a balding head and plaid shirt with glasses in the front.

“Sorry for being a bit late, my car broke down about a mile down from my house, but that doesn’t matter” he introduced, “my name is Eli Nilam, you can call me Mr. Nilam. This is Algebra II.”

He paused for a moment as if expecting a reaction of enthusiasm out of us. For the next 27 minutes he spoke about the next 5 months of school. Course work, homework, he told us more about his boring life. About his boring cats. About boring math. What we didn’t talk about was how HARD it would be!

And hard it was. The first few weeks I had trouble not daydreaming. I like to think about the future. In eight months I’ll be starting college at a nursing school. Six years after that I’ll have a bachelors and masters and can become an advanced practice registered nurse. 2 years after that I’ll be married. Another 3 years and maybe a little one.

Well I guess that last part is not for certain. It all depends on who I meet. Perhaps I’ll meet someone in the nursing school. Perhaps I’ve already met them… I doubt it though.

The boys in high school are… well they just seem sticky. I’m not saying they aren’t a few lookers, Chance Wright, Donald Batchelor. Both very attractive. Probably good kinds of sticky…

What would I know? It’s not like I’ve ever done it. I do think about it sometimes, and I have a dildo (look Mandy Bright got it for me as a joke gift last year) but at the end of the day I want, well. Look, I’m not really religious or anything, I sometimes go to church, but one thing I just really believe in is being married before having sex. It just seems like a big commitment, I want to make sure that this person is ready to commit the rest of their life to me. So I’ve never had sex. I’ve kissed Jimmy Rockland a few times when we were “dating” but nothing really more than that.

It’s not that I couldn’t have sex, if I wanted to be having sex I could be having sex. I realize that I am conventionally attractive, my a-cup breasts have me a little self-conscious though. I know that some guys out there like anything, and I’m very pretty and have long hair… but I’m still crossing my fingers every day hoping for these suckers to grow. The doctor says it can still happen, so I can’t give up all hope, right? Right?

I’ve looked at my ass in the mirror, I have no complaints. Long slender legs are my best feature to help distract from my other short comings. Maybe I’m just overreacting, maybe I have nothing to worry about, or maybe every other girl in school has to worry about their bra sizes and which boys stare and maybe just maybe my insecurities are eating me alive and I’m feeling a little left out. Ok, maybe a little more than a little.

~~

Two months in the algebra class was pretty much when I gave up. I was good student elsewhere so I decided my brain didn’t need the added stress. As long as I take it and complete the course with a D average, I’ll be golden. I completed most of the homework that I could figure out, and made sure even if I didn’t 100% know a test answer I at least gave it a guess. It’s no business math but it’ll do.

Mr. Nilam seemed to have a soft spot for me. Maybe I forgot homework once, or twice, and I was able to turn it in late. He offered more time once on a test, I didn’t mention my method for his tests were spending as little time as possible on them though.

Sometimes he’d call on me in the class. By sometimes I mean usually once a class. I think he’s trying to get me to engage. Normally I’ll respond saying something to the effect of if I won’t need math when I am a nurse, and then he’ll just call on another student.

~

In April one day Mr Nilam asked me to stay behind after class.

“Do you know why I asked you to stay?” He asked.

“I assume it has something to do with me staying in this class for the longest amount of time possible, to bring me the most amount of despair possible” I responded.

He let out a half chuckle. “You are funny. I like that about you. Not too many girls that joke like you do” he smiled at me as he said it.

“Um, okay”

“I asked you to stay behind because I have some bad news.” He reached over to a desk and handed me some papers. Some of it old tests, some of it homework. “You are failing my class”

That couldn’t be true. I had a passing grade last time I checked.

“I-”

“Let me finish, because I know what you’ll say. Your test scores are… dismal. You’ve failed nearly every single test I’ve given you.” He pulls out another piece of paper from a folder. “This is my test key, you should compare it to your test.”

Completely puzzled I looked at the stack of paper in my hands. The test in question is right on top. The grade says “69 D+,” a passing grade. I take the key Mr. Nilam has. None of the questions on my test are marked as “wrong,” so there was no indicator as to what I could have missed.

I begin comparing the sheets. Question one…. Wrong. The answer was 154 off from my response. Okay. Question two, also wrong. Percentages don’t make sense to me. Can’t I just use a calculator?

Question three, question four, question five, wrong, wrong, wrong. Shit. Question six, nailed it. Thank god. I’m feeling so embarrassed for missing these, I needed a win.

I missed the next four questions. Got question eleven, and then missed the rest. I just sat quietly. I felt like I was on display for Mr. Nilam, I imagine he couldn’t do anything except marvel in my stupidity.

“2 questions” Mr. Nilam said, breaking the silence. “Out of 20. That’s really bad. I see how active you are around the school. Various clubs you’ve been apart of, popular girl, always going on about the nurse bit. I gave your tests passing grades against my better judgement, I felt sorry and didn’t want this class to affect you achieving your goals. I realize now that was a mistake. It’s why I brought you in today.”

Fuck. I feel like Mr. Nilam is almost forcing me to sit in this awkwardness. I didn’t know what to say. “I’m sorry” I mutter.

“Don’t be” he says. “Sorry won’t help you, you need to figure out a way to get those grades up. If you fail this class you’ll have to take it again.”

Fuck. Maybe some sort of summer school or something. It would definitely fuck up my summer plans going into college, and I was planning on working and saving up before college. I did not want that.

“Is it at least, like, online or something?” I ask.

“Online?” He sits forward in his chair. “No no. It’s here. This classroom. Next year.”

“Wait what?” I ask. My mind was racing, this info couldn’t be right as I had-

“If you fail this class you will have to retake it again next year.” Mr Nilam said, cutting off my train of thought. “if you fail this class, you will have to repeat.”

“The class?”

“The grade.”

No. No. No. No. Not true. Right? Right? My plan, my future, it’s all laid out. I’d have to repeat an entire grade?

“This is a very important class, holds a lot of weight. I can see by the look on your face you may not believe me. So, fail if you want, I’ll see you next year” Mr. Nilam stood up and headed towards the door.

Dammit. I don’t understand but I can’t fail. I thought my gpa was what determined if I passed. Fuck. I didn’t know this class was that important.

“Wait” I called out. “I can’t repeat a grade”

“Well that’s definitely what you’re going to do if you fail this class,” he said. My heart sunk. “But…. I can figure out some extra credit work. Let me think it over but stay after class on Monday and we will talk.” Then he left.

How could I be so dumb? Math is easy for lots of people why not me? How can I let something like math stand in the way between me and my plans. How could my grades in other classes mean nothing?

~~

As the class bell begins ringing everyone starts grabbing their things to leave. I stay at my desk.

“So,” Mr. Nilam says as he steps out from behind his desk. “I don’t think you are gonna get math this soon. So I don’t know if extra credit of more math is worth the time if you aren’t gonna be able to understand it.”

“So what am I gonna do?” I ask.

“I’ll tell you. Either during 5th period lunch, or after school, you come by once a day and clean up the room some. I teach seven classes in a day. Tons of kids come through here, sometimes it needs picking up.”

“You want me to clean up the classroom?”

“Either during your lunch or after school, yes. Once a day, pick up any trash, clean desks, whiteboards…”

“I see” I replied, but I really didn’t. Isn’t that the janitors job? Wait good question. “doesn’t the janitor do that?”

“Uh, no. We are in a uh, different wing and they don’t always get the chance to come by” he answers. “I’m hoping to find some thing a little more reliable”

“Okay, well can I think about it?”

“What is there to think about? I’m giving you a way to pass this class without having to do math work.”

“But my lunch period” I retort.

“What about it?”

I think for a moment, it would suck to have to eat lunch here away from my friends. I don’t want to stay after school though. There are only a couple of months left in school. I guess at least it’s a short sacrifice.

“Okay.” I say.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Great. You can come by tomorrow to start.”

~~

I woke up feeling like shit. I’ve been stressing about this Mr. Nilam situation and didn’t get enough sleep last night.

Shoot. The Nilam situation. Just remembered I meant to look up that gpa thing. Ahhh I’ll do it later. Too. Tired. I swing my legs over the side of the bed and sit up. My eyes feel sealed shut. I rub the mucus from my eyes and stretch before I head to my bathroom to start the day. Shower, hair, face, bagel, something after bagel. Yawn. I’ll remember my schedule when I wake up a little more.

Nothing wakes me up more than a shower. The first minute that I’m in the shower I usually just let the water run on me. Consuming me. Embracing every inch of my body. For the first minute I just think. Usually about the day. 3rd period, test. 5th period, gotta skip lunch, yippie. 7th and 8th period I know I’m not doing anything in those courses so perhaps I can finish up some work.

After my shower I dried my hair and got dressed. Something simple. Pairing a white t shirt with some cute overalls. Light makeup and I’m looking good to go.

After finishing up my routine I headed into school. The student parking lot is always empty when I arrive. There are a lot of students at my school but not too many student drivers, I also arrive usually a little earlier than most others as well.

Mr. Nilam’s class was my second period. Maybe I do so poorly in that class because it’s so early in the morning. After class Mr. Nilam asked me if I’d be coming by.

“Looks like it”

“Perfect” he said. “Oh, and uh, very nice overalls”

“Oh, yeah. Thanks!” I said as I left.

By the time fifth period came around I was rethinking my decision. I could just eat lunch with my friends like normal. I was talking to my friend Holly today and she definitely thought it was funny that I would be missing lunch. I didn’t tell her it was because I was failing the class just that I needed to do work during 5th. How long could I keep up this charade? I’d have to tell her at some point.

I made my way to the classroom with my lunch and entered. Mr. Nilam was eating a cookie and greeted me on my way in.

“Oh hey” he said mouth half full as he stood up. “So you can eat lunch whenever; before, during, after, feel free to help yourself I just want to stress that that the work doesn’t means you don’t get a lunch. So make sure to do that. Heh.” I’m realizing he’s a rather awkward man. “I’ll need you to clean the back white board today, tons of marker stains. I actually made a list of things I need done.” He passed me a paper with a a few bullet points.

I looked at it. Whiteboard, re organizing a book shelf, window cleaning, taking down class room decorations. Looked like a lot of work now that I was standing in the class and looking at everything.

“That list should keep you busy for several days. Whenever those things are done come by and I’ll give you a new list of stuff.” He sat back down and immediately started going back to his lunch. I looked at the list again. I took a sigh. Whiteboard…

~~

The next day I’m heading out of my first period class on the way to Mr. Nilam’s. As I step inside I see what a clean whiteboard can do for a room – invite graffiti. I see a student drawing on the now cleaner, brighter white board. A flash of disappointment moves through me as I remember the work I put into cleaning it yesterday. Oh well.

Cleaning the whiteboard yesterday was relatively painless. Mr. Nilam had all of the supplies needed. A towel and a bottle of white board cleaner. As simple as that.

I held off on eating my lunch as I sprayed drown the white board and got working. I had my back to Mr. Nilam. He was quiet for a few minutes, but then turned on a small radio. The sound was low and the device was built for personal use, so it wasn’t too loud or an intrusion.

The radio drowned out most of Mr. Nilam. When I occasionally turned around during the cleaning I’d see Mr. Nilam looking at my work. It looked like every time I’d catch him in a half glance or something, as he always started looking down right as I turned around. I thought I’d catch him while he was looking at it eventually. I wanted to see if he was impressed with the work. Every time I just seemed to miss his reaction. Hmm.

I continued cleaning and could hear Mr. Nilam fiddling with something at his desk. It sounded like a light slapping sound. I looked over and he had his face down behind the desk. I wondered what it was he was eating that made that sound, but didn’t think too long on it.

After I finished up the whiteboard I realized I only had a few minutes left in the period. It took longer than I thought. I was hoping to get back to my friends with a few minutes but instead I just sat and ate lunch in Mr. Nilam’s class. He was now doing various paperwork.

After I finished my lunch I stood up and was headed out the door.

“Hey, thanks for coming by today” Mr Nilam said.

“Yep”

“See you tomorrow?”

“Yep” I guess. I headed toward the door and noticed his lunch on the corner of his desk. Sandwich, apple, cookies. Uneaten.

So here I was the day after and watching someone ruin my work. I shrugged it off and quietly took my seat.

Mr. Nilam’s class was boring again. Do I even need to pay attention if he knows I’m a lost cause? Wouldn’t he understand if I started to use second period as a nap class? I guess a girl will have to daydream – at least until I get permission to sleep dream. Ha.

~~

4th period is gym class. I took off my clothes and slipped on my tennis uniform. I like the tennis course. Last semester we had a ping pong course which is almost the same but less active. I like to be able to let out some steam, and as it so happens I’m not too bad at tennis. I get lost in the game and it’s a nice break from the planned life I have. I don’t think about what I’m doing in the next couple of hours or the next couple of weeks, or anything. I think about playing tennis.

Getting lost in the game has its downsides though too. Like not heading back inside 10 minutes before the bell rings for showers. Shit. I apologize to my tennis partner as we rush back to the lockers. I’ll have to skip the shower because I’m later than I thought. The 5th period start bell began ringing right as I opened my locker.

Ugh. I keep my tennis clothes on and head to Mr. Nilam’s class. My body is glistening with sweat still. I put a little pep in my step and rush over to his class.

“You are late – oh” Mr. Nilam says as I enter the classroom.

“I’m sorry about that. I got ca-”

“You changed?”

“Huh? Oh! My clothes, yeah sorry about this” I said suddenly feeling embarrassed that I had a tennis outfit still on.

“It’s okay” he replied, his eyes locked on my attire.

Talk about embarrassing. It’s not enough that Mr. Nilam knows that I am bad at math, now I need to show up in embarrassing outfits. I feel like a fool but I hope he isn’t laughing too hard at me on the inside.

I take a look at the list. Bookshelf. Yay. Essentially I’ve got to remove and re-alphabetize every book on his shelf. I haven’t seen these books used yet, I can’t imagine why this needs to be done.

I start pulling the books off one by one.

~~

How to – Solve It! An in-depth guide for the common mathematician. I am definitely not the common mathematician. I put the book on the shelf and start looking for “I”.

Integers and Me. Perhaps my next read? After that I’ll start on some number theory. Sounds like a sure fire trick for falling asleep.

I lower myself to put Intergers and me on the shelf. As I start to squat my skirt gets caught on the corner of a desk. It lifts up leave my butt and legs exposed. Of course, I’m wearing underwear, but it’s a really revealing angle. I didn’t notice for a few moments.

I quickly realize I’ve been flashing some of my back side and pull my skirt down quickly. I hope Mr. Nilam didn’t see. He’s probably distracted listening to the radio but I don’t want to add to the walking ball of awkward that I already am.

I stand up and turn to look at Mr. Nilam to check and see if he happened to see me. He sits at his desk looking right at me. Right in my eyes. I don’t know if he was focusing on me, or listening to the radio, I hope he didn’t see though.

“Sorry, uh, you didn’t see that right?” I sheepishly ask.

Mr. Nilam doesn’t respond. He’s still looking me in the eyes. He looks like he’s about to sneeze or something.

“S-see? Uh.” Maybe he was out of breath, because he panted some.

“Yeah, sorry it was nothing” I say as I turn back to the books.

“Wait” Mr. Nilam says.

I turn back around and look at him.

“Yes?” I ask.

He doesn’t say anything. He’s looking me in my eyes. Again. He keeps eye contact. I raise an eyebrow, what do you want? He’s not saying anything. His lip is twitching some. He looks like he’s gonna sneeze again, only this time it’s really really about to happen, or something like that.

He keeps eye contact with me and doesn’t say a word before he starts grimacing a little. Like he’s in pain maybe?

“Ahh. Ahh.” He pants. “Ahh.”

“What?” I ask. Still confused as ever.

“Ahh. Ahhh. Ahhhhhh. Uhhhhh.” He sighs. His eyes start to relax and for the first time in like 20 seconds he breaks eye contact. “Whew”

“What?” I ask again, more urgent.

He looks suddenly exhausted for some reason. “You should go” he says.

“Are you okay?” I ask slightly concerned.

“I am great.” He’s almost sprawled out behind his desk now.

“Okay” I say concerned as I move toward the door. “well if you decide that you weren’t feeling well, you should see someone” I advise. I head out the door and leave him in there behind his desk. I hope he feels better soon.

~~

The next morning I stop for a coffee on my way into school. I shouldn’t have though, my car has no functional cupholders. The cupholders were designed for a rather irregular cup, and I haven’t found a drink that fits into it.

As I navigate towards the school I hit a speed bump that covers my t shirt with coffee. Ugh. I pull over momentarily and check my trunk. Nice, I have a cute button up v-neck in the back. It’s not some thing that I would normally wear to school, but I’m not driving home and I’m definitely not wearing a coffee stain.

I swap my tops. Good. Still matching with jeans. Admittedly, I look pretty good today. I don’t normally dress to turn heads at school but perhaps having a little attention today would be nice.

~~

During second period at school when I walk in, I walk up to Mr. Nilam’s desk.

“How are you feeling today?”

Mr Nilam looks up at me.

“I’m feeling – wow”

“What?”

“That is a very… revealing V neck.” He replies.

Suddenly self conscious I cross my arms. “It’s not that revealing” I mutter as I head to my desk eager to get on with the day. I realized I didn’t even catch how he was feeling. I looked up at his desk and saw him looking back at me again.

~~

I stifle a yawn as the bell for class rings. End of 4th. Time for 5th. There was a little bit of rain today so PE was held inside. That means board games and some kids play with the basketball court. It means one other thing. Didn’t have to spend time showering after practice.

I entered Mr. Nilam’s classroom and set down my lunch. He isn’t here. Taking a look at the list, it looks like I’m cleaning windows today. I grab a glass cleaner and paper towels and start spraying.

Mr. Nilam enters the classroom.

“Oh hey, sorry hope you won’t here for long” he says as he shuts the door behind him.

“Nah I just got here” I say from a half turn over my shoulder. Out of the corner of my eye I see him doing something at the door. Locking it?

“I actually had something else I wanted you to do today” he says.

“Oh” I said stopping and turning around. It looks like he was definitely doing some thing with the keys. Probably not locking it though, that doesn’t really make sense. “what’s up?”

“My closet” he begins toward a door behind his desk and opens it. It’s a decently sized closet like room with several items in it. “I… uh…. Need it cleaned out.”

“Okay” I say. He steps inside and turns on the overhead light. I follow him in. Now with the light on I can see some things. There’s a table set up with several boxes on top of it in the middle of the closet. Several shelves around the closet with plenty of various items on those shelves. Notebooks, cleaning supplies.

“I’ll need you to empty these boxes and put them on to the shelves.” Mr. Nilam says. He steps outside of the closet and shuts the door behind him. I feel like he left me without much instruction.

“Okay” I say to myself as I begin taking a closer look at things in the closet. Not sure where I’m gonna start, hoping to get a feel for how it’s organized. One shelf has four laptops on it. Another has Halloween candy. Air pump for a bike tire or small ball.

I gasp.

“Oh. My. Gosh” I whisper.

The closet door opens again and Mr. Nilam steps back inside.

“I had to double check, sorry about that” he apologizes.

“Double check what?” I ask. He saw what I was looking at though.

“The door….” He says. “Damn. I was hoping you weren’t going to see that. Ruins the surprise” he replied. He stepped over to the table and removed the boxes and put them in a corner of the room.

“Surprise? For who?” I ask.

“You” he replies matter of factly.

“Huh? What do you mean for me? What surprise for me would include a bottle of lube?” I half chuckle.

He reaches over to the shelf and grabs the small bottle. He looks at it for a moment. My confusion in this moment was greater than my common sense.

“I tried on the first day. I want you to believe me that I did. I tried to keep my head down, my thoughts away. But then you changed on the second day.”

“What do you mean I changed?” I asked still not connecting the pieces.

“Into the tennis outfit.” He replied.

Dang. This thing again “I’m sorry I was late, and I know as an outfit it was totally inn-”

“Bullshit” Mr. Nilam interrupts. Wow. Glad no one else was around for that one otherwise he’d have got in trouble. “You changed in to it for me”

“For you?” I asked.

“For me” he said. Immediately it all started to click in my head. I was misunderstanding the situation. A wave of concern flooded me as I instinctively began inching backward toward the door.

“Mr. Nilam. Thanks for today, I think I’m gonna have to go”

He takes another step toward me.

“I want you to know I tried. But you made it impossible with that skirt. The sweat.”

“Ooooo okay so I have to really get going.”

He stepped closer and put his hand on my stomach and pushed me back against the closet door.

“You wanna be a nurse, right?”

“Yes” I breathed. “I do.” With his hand on my stomach I was suddenly fearful for my life.

“If you fail my class, you will not become a nurse” he stated.

“Mr. Nilam I just don’t think that this is a good idea. We have the list of things we need-”

He interrupted my train of thought when he grabbed my hand with his hand. He led it to his pants and placed it on his crotch. He was forcing me to hold his privates through his pants.

“Oh my, sir what are you doing stop” I said as I tried to pull away.

“Huh?” He asked. I could feel him start to grow with my hand there. He held me firmly into place. “I am doing nothing just listening to you – what were you saying?”

“Uh”

“Something about the list, keep going. I’m listening”

“I don’t think this is okay” I muster. His reply to ask me to keep talking caught me off guard a bit. He was able to push past the fact that he’s holding my hand to his crotch.

“So go” he says as he releases me. He takes a step back and I quickly head out of the closet. What the fuck. I need to get out of here. My food. I completely forgot about lunch with all that was going on. I completely ignore it and head right to the door with my bag. It’s locked. My heart begins to sink.

I turn around and begin to approach the closet.

“Mr. Nilam” I say from outside the door. “please unlock the classroom door” I ask.

No response.

“Mr. Nilam?”

Nothing.

I open the door slowly and see Mr. Nilam he turns toward me.

“Holy fuck” I say as I shield my eyes.

Mr. Nilam stands with his clothes still on. His fly is down and he’s pulled his genitals out through his underwear and the zipper. He stands at full attention.

Trying not to look I say “please-please unlock the door I-I think I have to leave”

“I don’t know how else to spell this out for you. You are gonna fail this grade. Probably even get kicked out of school altogether” he said. I could get kicked out? Is that true? “You are in an immense amount of trouble right now.” I agree with that. “If you are discovered with me, you’ll be expelled from school. They’d probably even arrest you”

“What, no I’m not even doing anything”

“Perhaps. Or perhaps I’ll tell them that you were trying to sleep with me to get better grades. You would be tried as an adult. Who would they believe?”

Fuck I just don’t know what’s going on. I’m so confused. Is he lying to me? I can’t go to jail. I can’t mess up the college plan. He walks over to the door and I jump back a second, he grabs my arm and ushers me into the closet and shuts the door behind us. Fucking fuck. It’s like stepping into a room of danger – one I wasn’t in three seconds ago. I feel it all around me.

“So what color jumpsuit will you ask for?” He questions me. I step away from him towards the table. He steps closer and closer. Backing me further into the closet.

He gets closer until he’s only a couple of inches in front of me. I start to cry.

“Shh shh hey hey hey. It’s alright” he uses my crying as an excuse to stand closer. He grabs both sides of my arms and rubs them some. With every step he’s bringing his penis closer and closer to me.

He takes another half step forward and let’s it touch me. His penis is rock hard and poking my tummy through my shirt. He reaches his arm around my waist and pulls me in closer to a hug. He’s holding me tight to his body with his penis held tightly against my stomach.

“Please Mr. Nilam…” I weep

“Shh shh shh, I’m helping you become a nurse.” Still with one arm holding me tightly against him he starts swaying his crotch some. Grinding his penis against me. Almost like we’re two people dancing, but one of the dancers has their genitals exposed for some reason. Like that kind of dancing.

He holds me tight in his grip just grinding him self against me and my tummy for a little bit. He grabs my shoulders and begins to push me towards my knees. I’m practically sobbing at this point. His penis stands exposed only inches from my face, and he is looking at me waiting for me to do something about it.

“Go ahead” he says.

“I can’t” I cry.

“It’s easy.” He says. “Open up your mouth, and pass high school.”

I start crying again. If I blow him I can leave and be done with this ordeal. If I don’t, my entire adult plans are ruined.

Through tears I opened up my mouth a little. Mr. Nilam reached out to my face and opened my jaw a little wider. He then got closer.

And then it happened.

He inserted his penis into my mouth. He had two fingers in my mouth at the same time, holding it open. He began thrusting his penis in and out of my mouth.

“Oh my god” he said. He pushed his length fully into my mouth. He wasn’t huge, about average, but it was enough to make me gag. He holds himself there as I begin to choke.

I begin gasping for breath. The saliva I’m choking on begins shooting up my nose. I’m drooling from my chin and I feel it falling on my shirt below.

I couldn’t breath as he continued holding me. I was struggling for air and was trying to push him away now. I realized I could hear him saying something.

“Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten” he says as he pulls him self out of me.

“GAHH ahh” I start coughing.

“Catch your breath.”

“What the FUCK man” was all I could manage before he quickly opened my mouth and forced himself back inside.

I could try to bite down. He’s holding my mouth open with his hands though, and I really don’t want to get expelled. God dammit this nightmare needs to end. He’s holding his full length inside me again.

This time my nose is buried in his pubic hair. I realize he’s counting again and try to make out how long I have to endure this. I’m choking again but can’t do anything.

This counting game was getting old. He inserts himself in me, counts to 10, gives me a breath and does it over again. Repeated over and over again for what felt like hours, but was probably closer to 2 or 3 minutes.

“Please stop” I say during one of the breaks for air. “I’m choking.”

He looks at me for a moment and stands me up.

“Okay. Take off your clothes.”

My eyes feel sore from crying so much already. He begins taking off his shirt and unveiled his gross body to me. He’s looking at me as he begins removing his pants.

“I can’t. Please Mr. Nilam, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry won’t help you.” He said.

He takes a step over to me and doesn’t speak as he begins to unbutton my shirt. He takes it off of me. I don’t wear too many bras so I’m standing topless in my jeans as he picks me up and sets me on the table.

“Please. Please stop”

“You have some really beautiful titties” he says. “They aren’t the biggest but they certainly are a cute little handful.” He begins to unbutton my pants.

“Here, lift yourself up for me so I can get this.” I reluctantly raise my bottom so he can pull my pants off of me better. He pulls down my underwear and jeans in one motion. Now we are both completely naked. I know what’s about to happen. I break down even further.

“Shh. Lie back some.” Mr. Nilam forces me on my back and grabs the sides of my legs and slides me towards the edge of the table and lines himself up with me.

I was on display for Mr. Nilam.

“Please please please stop.” I beg

I feel his penis brushing up against my mound.

“Mr. Nilam we can’t do this, I’m a virgin.”

I lose my breath as he pushes his tip in a tiny bit.

“STOP!” I cry.

“You are a virgin really?” He reaches over to the shelf and pulls the lube bottle off it. I feel the cold fluid as he applies some to his penis, still with about a half inch inside me.

“Yes” I said. Knowing he wasn’t gonna stop.

“Do you know what I like about this closet?” He looked at me and waited for a response. I shook my head no. “Can’t hear anything that happens in here” he said as he buried much more of himself into me.

“AHHHH Oh my god. Oh no please. Please stop. You are in me. Please stop. Ohhh” he started moving himself almost probing around inside me.

“Hmm” he seemed confused. I couldn’t focus on anything except the intrusion going on. He ignored my pleas and started moving further into me. “Are you sure you are a virgin?”

“Yes” I muster.

“Hmm”

“What?”

“Have you masturbated before? Be honest.”

“Why are you doing this?” He didn’t like me asking that. He leaned forward really close to my face.

“Have you. Masturbated before. Yes. Or no.”

“Yes”

He immediately relaxed and stood back up. “You’ve put something in here already?”

“Yes.”

“Shame. I thought when you said you were a virgin it meant I’d be able to break your hymen. That’s a but slutty of you though don’t you think?” He pulled himself out of me and it felt like I could take a breath again. “Well we’ll have to accommodate a slut.”

He bent down to my vagina and spit on it. I could still feel the lubricant though, so I’m not sure what the purpose of that was. He lined his penis up again with my vagina and thrust himself fully into me. Buried to the hilt.

“GAH! Oh fuck. Please stop” the tears streaming down my face did nothing to dissuade him.

He held his entirety inside of me as he began an assault on my vagina with his hand. He started stimulating me while he stands still with his penis stuffed inside me. The fucker.

“Oooh. That feels nice. Doesn’t it?” He begins slowly pulling out of me, and then thrusting fully into me and holding the position. He did this for several minutes.

He did nothing inside me except stand with member completely inside. He kept masturbating me, but was rather still otherwise. It’s like he’s plugging in with me or something. Nestling into his new home. He’d hold himself inside me for several seconds. I think maybe ten. I wasn’t really counting. Then he’d gently pull all the way out and thrust in and start it all over.

My body began betraying me as I started to feel an orgasm approaching. There wasn’t anything I could do, if he stimulates me right he’s gonna get a reaction, bodies will be bodies.

“Uhh. Uhh.” I panted.

“Ohh” Mr. Nilam said. He picked up the pace and stopped holding himself inside me. He started thrusting much quicker. In and out in and out.

“Please stop Mr. Nilam. Please. Ohhh no. Stop it please please” I cried as I felt my orgasm over the horizon.

Mr. Nilam quickly pulled out and lined the head of his penis with my butt.

“Have you ever been fucked in the ass?” He asked still rubbing my vagina with his hand.

“No! No please please don’t do that”

He interested himself back into my vagina “then stop fucking saying please or it’ll happen. It’s annoying me” he threatened.

The build up between his now normal rate of thrusts and his playing with my vagina became too much. My legs tensed and I could feel myself contracting around him as I orgasmed. He didn’t let up with his hand and I felt like my eyes were going to roll back into my head as he kept my orgasm going for as long as possible.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh. Oh god oh my, oh my gosh” I panted as my orgasm continued to rock through me. I felt dirty. He stopped touching my vagina and grabbed both of my legs as he picked up the speed, in and out of me, now with a very determined look.

“Hmm. Hmm hmm ” he grunted. “Ohh yes” he erupted deep inside me. I could feel it. One. Two. Three. I lost count, must have been 8 or 9 ropes. Holy fuck he ejaculates a lot. “Ahhhh” he sighed.

I was exhausted. Used. Filled with so much semen.

He climbed on to the table and laid his naked body on top of mine. His face was very close to mine. He played with my nipples with one hand. He was still inserted inside me, I could feel him begin to grow soft. He was looking intently at my face and into my eyes.

“You have a beautiful face” he said. He got closer and began kissing my lips. I didn’t return the kiss so it was very awkward. “Open up your mouth” he commanded. I complied. He gathered saliva in his mouth and then spit it directly into mine. What the fuck. I instinctively coughed and spit some of it back up. “Hey.”

The way he said it sent my hairs on edge. Just “hey” but it could have easily been “I’ve gonna bury you in my yard.”

My eyes were wide looking at him. Hoping I didn’t make some mistake that would cost me my life just then. Hoping he’d show mercy. He looked intently in my eyes. I could see straight evil in him. I honestly didn’t know If I’d be alive past tomorrow anymore.

He stared intently like he was debating something and then sat up in a kneeling position on the table. He moved his naked body forward and positioned his penis over my face. He was still flaccid as he laid down. He left his penis sitting on my face.

“Pretty face like that needs to have a nice juicy cock rubbed all over it.” He positioned his testicles on my lips and under my nose and the head of his penis laid drooped toward my eye. He wasn’t getting hard. Just flaccid and just leaving it on my face.

He stood up some so he could play with his penis. Smacking it a little on my face and eyes. “Look at that” he said. “It’s like it just belongs there. My penis belongs sitting on your face.”

“Mr. Nilam. Please just stop” I plead again.

He stares at me with that look in his eyes. I feel his penis finally start to harden on my face.

“What did I tell you about ‘please?'” He gets up off the table and grabs my underwear. Before I can protest much he shoved them into my mouth. I try to crawl away a little on the table but he grabs my legs again and slides me over. He lines up at my ass and I feel his pressure. “What did I say”

“Hhmmpf ahhhn saaaahi”

“What? I can’t hear you” He squirts a bit of lube onto himself and rubs a little on my asshole. Fuck it’s so cold.

“Aghhhmm saaaaaarhi”

“My dear, I have no idea what you are trying to say to me”. He immediately thrust forward and filled me with my first anal intrusion.

“AFFFGHHHHAAAA” I belt through the underwear stuffed in my mouth.

“Oh is that too fast for you?” He carelessly thrusts into me several my times. Each time more painful than the next. He finally pulls out of my bottom and removes the underwear from my mouth. My ass was on fire.

“Oh fuck! Oh my god. Fuck” I cry out in pain.

“I don’t want have to fuck your tight ass. I will. I will fuck it until you learn your lesson if I have to.”

“Okay. Okay. You don’t have to. I’ll behave. I promise, just don’t do it again”

“Put on your clothes.”

I began to get up from the table. Was it over?

“Uh uh” Mr. Nilam pointed at his hard penis. “After.”

I slowly got to my knees and waddled over to him. I reluctantly opened my mouth. He stuck his fingers in again and opened me wider. He then stuck his penis in and thrust back and forth in my mouth.

“Oh yeah. My little slut loves to get her face fucked doesn’t she?”

If god offered to kill us both right now, I’d debate on taking him up on that offer. I was being used. Nothing about this was enjoyable.

He continued using my mouth for a bit until he got ready to finish. He pulled himself out and then held me tight by my hair while his other hand jerked himself off. He exploded onto my face. I understood why he was holding me by my hair now too. He twisted my head around as his splashed rope after rope onto my face. He made sure it got in my eyes, lots in my hair, a little in my nose, and he even let a spurt hit me in my ear. I was able to count it that time. 8.