Adultery ALISON A TEACHER'S STORY by exbiidelhi2012

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Some time later the bedroom door opened again. Before I could move, Alan was lying next to me. He began stroking my bottom, moving ever closer to my crack. Then I felt his fingers start to probe my anus again. After a few moments he told me to get onto my hands and knees, and began to smear something slick and slippery into my bum hole. His fingers were again pushing into my bowels, and I knew what was coming. He slowly pushed his member into me and I groaned with pleasure. He began to increase his pace, and as my pleasure built I reached down and began to finger my pussy, which was still leaking Neil's cum. I ran my fingers up and down my slit, tickled my clit, and pushed my fingers inside my love tunnel.

I could feel Alan's cock through the thin membrane, and this only increased my pleasure. I felt my orgasm begin to start as Alan started to twitch inside my anus. As waves of pleasure began to wash over me, I felt Alan shooting streams of cum up inside me. He collapsed onto my back and lay there panting. Then without saying a word, he got up and left the room. A week ago, I had never even considered anal sex, and now I had not only done it twice, I had thoroughly enjoyed it! There was nothing I wouldn't do now, and I was excited at the possibilities. There was no telling what Alan would make me do next, and that uncertainty was thrilling beyond belief!

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Chapter 6.

I woke some hours later to find that Alan had gone but had left me a note. "Neil will be coming over for more fun tonight. Get yourself cleaned up and be ready for eight". Dutifully, I cleaned my flat, changed the sheets on my bed, showered and washed my hair, shaved my pubes and then went out to stock up on beer for Alan and Neil. At about seven, I put on clean knickers, a new bra, a clean white T-shirt and some loose fitting jeans. I knew that they would both like the T-shirt and jeans look, and by now all I wanted to do was to please them ! I found myself getting excited at the thought of more excesses, and wondered what they would have me doing before the night was over. I slipped my hand into my knickers, and sure enough, I was well lubed up, and that was before they even got here.
Just before eight, I heard Alan and Neil coming back. I stood by the door of my bedroom, waiting like a 'good girl'. Neil walked straight past me carrying some sort of package, Alan said "Go and make us something to eat, and call us when it's ready. Don't come into the living room until I say you can.

Now go", and with that he gave me a playful smack on my bottom, and disappeared into my living room, closing the door behind him.
I went to the kitchen and began making sandwiches for them. I was desperate to know what they were doing, but knew that if I went in there I would get a spanking. This made it all the more tempting as I thought of myself over Alan or Neil's knee with my jeans and knickers down ! I decided to provoke them into spanking me, and walked to the living room door. Before I could open it however, Alan appeared. He saw me waiting close to the door, and called out "Hey, Neil, she can't wait to get in here. Talk about gagging for it ! OK, tight arse, come on in, we've got a surprise for you." And with that he swung the door open letting me see inside.
Neil was standing in the middle of the room, with a broad grin on his fat face. He was standing next to what looked like a large red blow up cushion. Sticking out of the middle of this was what looked like a six inch cock ! I was fascinated, and went to have a closer look.
"Do you know what this is?" Neil asked
"No" I admitted. They both laughed.

"Fuck, talk about a sheltered life. Have you never seen a vibrating cushion before?" Neil asked.
I blushed, even now after all they had done to me, they could still make me feel like I knew nothing. Neil called me closer and began to explain. "Right, this goes up your pussy", he said, meaning the six inch phallus. "There is a small pad that goes up against your clit, and this smaller one at the back will go up your arse ! Then, if you're a good girl, and we feel generous to you, you get this.." he pushed a button on a pad he held, and the whole thing began to vibrate, slowly at first and then faster as he manipulated the control in his hand. I was wildly excited at the thought of trying this, and looked at them both for them to tell me what to do next.
"Would you like to get on board Alison?" Alan said, the familiar smile back on his face.
I said nothing, but began to take my T-shirt off. "Stop!", Alan commanded. "If you want to play with your new toy, you have to get our permission".

I knew how to play the game now, and with my head bowed low I said quietly "Could I play with my new toy now please Alan". He just smiled and said "Neil bought it for you, why don't you ask him?"
I turned to Neil, who could barely conceal his amusement. "Could I play with the new toy please Neil"
"What do I get in return?" he asked.
"Whatever you want" I replied.
"Really? What if I want to fuck you up the arse? Are you up for that?" I hesitated, Neil's cock was a lot bigger than Alan's. I wasn't sure I could take it, and I said so.
"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll cope. So, do I get to cruise the hershey highway?" he laughed.
"I'll try" I said nervously.
"Right then, get your kit off and climb on board !"

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They both watched as I took off my T-shirt and unhooked my bra leaving my tits to swing free. Then I pushed my jeans off and dropped my knickers to the floor. I crossed to the cushion, straddled it and began to lower myself onto the phallus. I had never used a dildo or a vibrator in my life, and I was nervous as the tip made contact with my pussy lips. By now I was soaking, and so the plastic cock had no difficulty in sliding into my tunnel. As I sank deeper onto it, Neil positioned the smaller phallus at the entrance to my anus. I drew a deep breath and then lowered myself onto this also. Finally, I was sitting on the cushion, six inches of plastic up my hot little hole, another thick finger of plastic up my bottom and a small soft pad pressing against my clit. It felt strange but very nice, and I was quickly getting used to the sensations. I had almost forgotten that Alan and Neil were in the room, but then one of them set off the vibrators. I looked round to see the two of them sitting on a sofa watching me.
"Well give us a show then" Neil commanded.

I began to rock backwards and forwards on the cushion, savouring the sensations in my clit, pussy and bottom, which were like nothing I had ever experienced before. Then Neil turned the vibrations up high. I groaned out loud and my eyes rolled back. This was pure ecstasy ! It was obvious to them that I was enjoying myself, and they were clearly having a good time, if the bulges in their trousers were anything to go by.
I had been positioned right in front of the TV screen, now I found out why. Neil switched on the TV and started a video playing. It was hard core porn, of the sort I had always condemned in my 'former life'. A young girl, perhaps 18, was sucking on the cock of a man who must have been about fifty. He was groaning with pleasure, and so was she. Before the man could come, she moved over to another man. This second man was about fifty also, naked and with a cock almost as large as Neil's. The girl began to suck this enthusiastically, and I could see it grow still bigger under her attention.

The vibrations between my legs were really getting to me, my breathing had become fast, and I had begun to stroke my tits as I continued to rock on the cushion. The girl on the video now squatted over the man she had been sucking, and lowered herself onto his now rock hard cock. She shuddered with pleasure as she slid down his enormous pole, and I shuddered with her ! Then the first man appeared, stood behind the girl, bent over and began to slide his cock into her bottom. I froze. I could not believe what I was seeing. This young girl, who was smaller and slighter than me, was being fucked by two cocks at the same time, and seemed to be enjoying every minute of it judging by the way she was moaning and groaning. I was very close to the edge. I ground down onto the cushion and was mauling my tits, twisting and pulling on my nipples. The men in the video were pumping into the girl with increasing pace. Suddenly, the one in her pussy groaned and tensed, the girl almost screamed with pleasure.

Then the one in her bottom withdrew his cock and began to spray jism all over her back. She turned and opened her mouth inviting him to spray onto her tongue, which he did. She swallowed all she could, and then began to massage the spunk on her back into her skin, while the man in her pussy licked and sucked her breasts. It was too much for me, my orgasm hit me like an express train I was moaning, sobbing screaming as a truly massive orgasm shook me to my core. I fell from the cushion and collapsed onto the floor a quivering, sobbing mess.
As I regained consciousness I became aware of the two of them applauding, whistling and cheering as they did so. I blushed furiously and felt my face burning with shame.

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"What was it that got you so hot, was it the buzzing down below, or the sight of that little girl getting sandwich fucked?", Neil asked, laughing as he did so. I couldn't answer, my shame was so great. I had just brought myself to a huge orgasm, with vibrators in my pussy and bottom, a vibrating pad on my clitoris and a hard-core porn video playing in front of me, while the two of them watched and cheered. I could not believe I had done such a thing. My mind was in total confusion. How could I have become such a toy to them both in such a short time? I felt light headed from my climax, and completely bewildered as to why I was prepared to do al of this.

I wasn't allowed to dwell on my situation for long however. Neil walked over to me, grabbed me by the arm and forced me to stand. Then he calmly re-took his seat, and motioned for me to stand in front of him and Alan. I did so, trembling slightly.
"I asked you a question, tight arse. What was it that got you so fired up?" I just stood there, dumb, unable to speak.
"Was it the cushion?", Neil asked. I nodded.

"But what about the video?", Alan asked, "I think you liked that didn't you? Tell us how you enjoyed watching that girl take two pricks at the same time. Answer me, or I'll smack your arse until you do!"
I finally found my voice. "I'd never seen anything like that before. I'd never even imagined that sort of thing. I couldn't believe how she was able to take them both, and still enjoy it."
"And did you imagine yourself doing the same?" Alan asked. I felt my breath catch in my throat. How had he known? Had I become that much of a slut that he could predict that I'd like that sort of thing? I felt my face colouring again.
"Fucking hell, she did!", Neil shouted. "She got off on the thought of the two of us fucking her like that. I never would have imagined that such a prissy, tight arsed little snob would get off on the thought of two blokes shagging her up the arse and up the twat at the same time!". He seemed triumphant, revelling in my shame, embarrassment and misery. "I want to hear you say it out loud", he said. "Tell me how you liked it. I want to hear every detail. In fact, I want you to sit in the chair and play with yourself while you tell us how much you enjoyed it. Go on, do it now."

Reluctantly, I sat in the chair in front of them, opened my legs and began to stroke my still sensitive pussy. I stroked and squeezed my breasts at the same time, and began to re-live the sensations for them as they watched.
"When I first got onto the cushion I enjoyed the feelings I felt when I pushed down onto it. I liked the feeling of the big one inside me, and the smaller one in my bottom. Then you stared the vibrations, and I felt the pleasure run through my body, especially through my clit. I enjoyed the feelings, and felt the need to stroke my breasts as I rocked back and forward on the cushion. I liked the fact that you were watching me, and that you were controlling the vibrations."
"How did it make you feel", Alan asked.
"I felt really dirty, and really randy", I replied. "I wanted to put on a show for you both. I wanted you to see me playing with myself. I wanted you to see how dirty I could be. Then the video started. I watched as the girl sucked first one man, and then the other. I imagined sucking both of you, moving from one to the other, running my tongue over your shafts."

I was beginning to get hot all over again as I tickled my clit, and pushed fingers into my pussy. I could see them watching me closely, and I knew they were getting turned on by my show. I wanted to please them further. I wanted to be absolutely wanton and dirty. I carried on with my monologue, all the time playing with my pussy and caressing my breasts. I could feel myself building to yet another orgasm.
"Then she sat down onto that hard prick. I heard her groan with pleasure, and I groaned too. I imagined how it would feel as one of you pushed into me, going deeper and deeper. Then the other man started to push into her bottom. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I had never imagined such a thing before. I heard her groan with pleasure. Then they were both having her at the same time. I saw her rocking backwards and forwards as they had her. I heard her moans of pleasure. I imagined it was me being taken like that. I could feel the vibrator in my bottom buzzing. I knew you were watching me. Then the one in her bottom pulled out and began to shoot all over her back, and she turned her head so she could get some into her mouth. I wanted to be her. I wanted to feel the hot jizz shooting over me, I imagined how it would feel, and then I came."

Another orgasm was building, I felt my fingers moving faster in my pussy, and I was squeezing my breast and nipples hard. I gasped and cried out "Oh please do me like that, I want you both to have me, please, Oh please", and then I was coming again.
As my orgasm subsided I closed my legs, squeezing my fingers into my pussy. I sighed, and sagged into the chair in front of them.
A few moments passed. I opened my eyes to see them looking at me like two predators. They both had huge bulges in the front of their trousers, and almost in unison, they opened their trousers and pulled out their hard members.
"Come over here and suck me Alison", Alan said. Without hesitating I got down on my knees in front of him and took his glans into my mouth. I began to swirl my tongue around his head in the way I knew he liked. I stroked his shaft and caressed his balls, relishing the groans of pleasure coming from him. Then Neil said "My turn", and I shuffled over to kneel between his legs. His shaft was as big as I had remembered, and I cautiously took him into my mouth. I didn't want him to hit the back of my throat.

I closed my eyes and began to savour the taste and feel of him in my mouth. By now I was so randy, and so focused on sex, that the building could have burnt down and I wouldn't have cared!
I felt Alan move in behind me and I turned to watch as he positioned his shaft at the entrance to my pussy. Then I went back to sucking Neil's throbbing glans, running my tongue up and down the length of his shaft.

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Alan entered me and began to pump into me with strong, rhythmic strokes. Neil groaned with pleasure as I sucked and licked him, caressing his heavy balls and rubbing my breasts against his upper thighs. Then Alan withdrew, and Neil motioned for me to stand up.

"Why don't you show me what a good ride you can be Alison", he said. I straddled his legs and slowly lowered myself onto his shaft. I shuddered as I felt him going deeper and deeper. I spread my legs as wide as I could to accomodate his huge girth, and then began to ride him, pushing my hips back and forth, feeling him deep inside me. He began to stroke my breasts and tease my nipples. Then he put his arms round me and pulled me close into him. I was unable to move, pinned to his chest. Then I felt Alan slowly pushing into my bottom. I looked round to see him straddling Neil's legs and slowly pushing into me. When he was in up to the hilt both he and Neil began slow, rhythmic motions. Back and forward.

I felt like I was on fire. Sensations I had never felt before were radiating out from the very centre of my body. My mind was racing, and I found myself trying to push myself onto each of the shafts impalling me. Neil continued to tease my nipples. Unbelieveably, I began to come again. As my third orgasm of the evening began to break I felt Neil shoot deep inside of me, followed moments later by Alan spraying his seed deep in my bottom.
We all collapsed panting and gasping for breath. After a minute of two I felt Alan slip out of me, and I rolled off Neil, onto the floor, and lay there gasping for breath. The next thig I knew, Alan had brought me a glass of wine. He handed it to me saying "I think you could use this, you've certainly earned it !" I drank it down, almost in one go, and felt my head begin to clear.
I held out my glass for a refill, and Alan duly obliged. I drained the second glass just as quickly, only for it to be refilled again. After a few minutes I began to feel the efects of the wine.

I felt warm, relaxed and contented. I sat back on the sofa, stark naked and with a silly grin on my face. I still couldn't believe what a complete slut I had become, but I really didn't care! I was enjoying the best sex of my entire life, I had never had so many orgasms, and both Alan and Neil seemed willing to experiment further. As I lay there in a sort of haze, I vaguely wondered what they had in store for me next. I didn't have to wait long!
Alan lay down on the floor and told me to get to work with my mouth. I eagerly got down on my hands and knees and began to kiss and lick his balls and his shaft. I could taste myself on him, and as his shaft started to harden I felt my own loins start to warm. I continued to lick and suck him until he was gasping with pleasure and his glans was throbbing in my mouth. Then I felt Neil caressing my bottom. He slipped his hand between my legs and started to slowly stroke my clit. I shuddered with pleasure as he coaxed the head out from under its' hood and began to stroke it in small circular movements.

I was still soaking from earlier on, and my juices mingled with his jizz to make my hot little slit feel slick. Then his fingers moved up to my bottom and he insterted first one, then two fingers and began to spread my tight hole. I tried not to tense, as I knew what was coming. Neil's price for allowing me to use the cushion was about to be paid.
Suddenly, I was gripped by fear. I was sure that Neil's member was too big and too wide for me to take, it was bound to hurt. I started to get up, but Neil put his hand firmy into the small of my back and pushed me back down. At the same time, Alan grabbed hold of my shoulders and pushed them down to the floor. I was trapped. I called out "No, please stop! Please, I can't take that in me. Please stop". They said nothing. Instead, I felt the tip of Neil's member pushing at the entrance to my bottom. As he pushed harder I felt my sphyncter give way, and he started to slide into me.
I tried to struggle free, but they were holding me too tight. As my hips wriggled to try to get away from the intruder I felt sharp stabs of pain.

The only way to survive this, I knew, was to try to relax and keep still. I began to pant, trying to relax as the huge member continued to push into me. I felt him stop, and then slowly withdraw until only the head of his shaft was still in me. Then he pushed into me again, further this time. Gradually, he eased his entire length into me. I felt full to bursting, longing for this to be over. He began to increase the speed and depth of his thrusts, grabbing my hips for extra purchase. I could feel his hot breath on my back, and his wiry pubes against my bottom. I felt like I was going to split in two as he pounded into me for what seemed like hours. And then I felt him shooting his hot seed deep into my bowels. He seemed to be producing gallons of the stuff, and his climax seemed to go on for ages. And then he collapsed onto me, a heaving, sweating mass. Finally, he rolled off me. I fell onto my side, curled up into a ball and sobbed.
They lifted me up and carried me to the bathroom. I was put into the shower and a delicious jet of warm water was played onto my aching body.

They soaped my entire body and then rinsed me off. I was wrapped in warm towells, and carried back to the living room where I was given more wine.
As the full impact of what had happened sank in, I became angry. I turned on the two of them. "You bastards!", I yelled, "That was bang, no other word for it. You knew I didn't want to go through with that, and you made me. Well from now on, the game's off. I don't want anything else to do with you, ever. Go and get your fun somewhere else you bastards". I tried to get up, but alcohol and sheer fatigue seemed to be holding me down. Alan spoke first.
"Right the way through this, right from the first night when it was just you and me, you've been reluctant to try things. At least you've said you were reluctant, but it hasn't stopped you doing it has it? Just think of the things you've done this evening alone. Are you really going to try to act the innocent now Alison? O.K., you might not have wanted to do it just now, but that's been true of a whole lot of things, hasn't it? Are you sure you want to get out of this now? Think of the fun you've had today.

Do you want to stop all that? If you want to end things, that's fine. Just be sure you know what you're throwing away, that's all".
I sipped my wine, and considered his words. I had to admit, I'd been having the time of my life for the last few weeks. I didn't want it to stop, especially since this was a once-in-a-lifetime thing. Once John got back from Australia I would move down to be with him, and leave all of this debauchery behind.

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I drew a deep sigh. "O.K.", I said, "We'll carry on. But from now on, if I say 'no' then whatever you two perverts are up to stops. Clear?"

They both grinned. "Clear", they said in unison.
"Why don't you let us make it up to you?" Neil said, a lecherous grin on his face.
"No way!", I said, "I've had enough of your monster for tonight thank you".
"Then just lay back and let us please you for a change" he said.
I lay back on the sofa and closed my eyes. I felt the towells being removed from my body. Then I felt someone planting small wet kisses up the inside of my thighs. I looked down and saw Neil's head inching towards my shaven mound. I closed my eyes again, and gave myself over to his attention.
I soon discovered that it wasn't only his member which was unusually long! His long, hot tongue was soon buried deep in my tunnel, whilst his fingers teased my clit and stroked the lips of my pussy.

Alan joined in by kissing and licking my breasts and nipples. I surrendered to the feelings of pure ecstacy as my body once again found it's way to the brink of orgasm. After yet another climax, I drifted off into an exhausted sleep.

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Chapter 7.


I woke the next morning, Sunday morning, with a dull hangover and an aching body. I felt as though I had 'flu or something, but I knew that my body was paying me back for last night's excesses.
I slowly got out of bed, and realised that I couldn't remember getting into bed last night. Alan and Neil must have carried me to my bedroom. I looked at myself in the bedroom mirror. No outward signs of the nymphomaniac I had become, except of course for my shaven pussy. I turned around and examined my poor, sore bottom in the mirror. My tight little hole was red and painful to the touch, but there was no obvious damage. "Thank you very much fellas.", I thought as I remembered the battering my 'back door' had taken the previous evening.
I wandered around my flat as I waited for the kettle to boil. In the living room my clothes were where I had left them last night, in a pile on the floor. The cushion, with its' additions, was still in front of the TV. The memory came back to me, of the young girl taking the two men. Of how I had been so fascinated and aroused by the images on the screen.

I felt a slight warmth between my legs and marvelled at my own seemingly insatiable apetite. I had never had so much sex in my life before, nor had I enjoyed it so much. I began to wonder of I really could go back to simply being John's girlfriend. We had always enjoyed a good sex life, but nothing, and I mean nothing, like my activities of the past couple of weeks. Perhaps I had become addicted, or possibly I should get out of this unbelievable game before I did.
I made my way up to Alan's flat. It was empty. He had left no note to tell me where he had gone or when he would be back. Still pondering on the events of the last few days, and wondering what on earth I should do, I went back to my own kitchen and made tea. I quickly found that this simple pleasure was denied to me, as I couldn't sit confortably. My limbs ached, and my bottom was sore. I decide to run myself a nice hot bath.
A few minutes later I was lowering myself gingerly into the warm, soapy water. I felt my aches and pains start to melt away, and even the initial stinging in my bottom soon eased.

I immersed myself and tried to come to a decision. I was still mentally making a list of pros and cons when I heard the front door of the flat opening. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs to my flat, and then Alan was caling my name.
"I'm in the bath." I called back. It was then that I realised that by accident or design, I had left the bathroom door unlocked.
Without knocking, he calmly walked into the bathroom and sat down on the floor next to the bath.
"How are you this morning?", he asked. I noted that he had tried to keep the tone of his voice normal, but couldn't hide the hint of anxiety. It was decision time for me. If I gave him the cold shoulder now our game was over. On the other hand, I could let him know that I was OK with our understanding, and things could continue as before.
"I feel like I have been run down by a train.", I said, a slight smile on my face. "And not only that, but it feels like someone tried to park a car in my bottom!"

He laughed, clearly relieved that I wasn't going to bear a grudge over last night. Now that the tension had been diffused, I needed to make my point. I sat up in the bath. Alan's eyes immediately fell to breasts which were covered in soap bubbles, my nipples just showing through.
"To be serious Alan, I don't like being treated like some kind of toy for the amusement of you and your fat friend, right? If we're going to continue, then this has to be fun for me too, and being held down while some bastard shoves something the size of a baseball bat up my arse is most definitely not!" Alan looked suitably shocked. I had not been so assertive towards him since our first encounter, and I didn't normally swear either, so my words had the desired effect. I lay back in my bath water, and waited for him to respond.
"Fair enough. Like we said last night, if you don't want to do something, I wont make you. But you do want to continue, don't you?", he smiled.
"Yes, I suppose so.", I conceded. "Just no more rough stuff!"

"Fine by me.", he said immediately, and smiled again. He was still sitting on the floor by the bath. Now he moved closer, leaning against the bath and letting his right hand dangle in the soapy water. Without thinking I moved my leg closer to his hand, and his fingers began to gently caress my thigh.

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"Are you saying that you don't want Neil in the game anymore?", he asked, moving his hand to the inside of my thigh and allowing his fingers to stroke the sensitive skin there. "I only ask, because you seemed to enjoy most of last night, and if you are going to limit this game to just the two of us then we might be missing out on some interesting possibilities."

"What kind of possibilities?", I asked, moving lower in the water as I did so, and causing his hand to slip further up my inner thigh.
"We could have a party for the boys. Invite them all round, and you would provide the entertainment.", he said. His hand was now almost at the top of my leg, and the familiar longing was back between my legs.
"I'm not having all of them do what you and Neil did last night." I said immediately. "In fact, I don't want it up my bottom any more. I don't like it that much anyway."

"Relax, Alison. If you don't want that, then that's fine." His voice had become soothing and gentle. His fingers had reached the top of my legs and began to stroke the lips of my pussy. I opened my legs a little further to allow him access, and he continued to speak to me in a gentle murmer.
"Whatever you say. All I had in mind was a small party for the boys. You would be waitress for the evening, bringing us whatever we wanted. Of course, you would have to be properly dressed for the occasion, but I'll sort that out for you. Naturally, some of the boys might want to take liberties. There's no telling where their hands might go, and you'd have to accept that. But I promise you no-one will try to persuade you to take it up the bum again. If you feel you want to do that, then that's your choice."

His fingers had now opened my pussy lips and were teasing the entrance to my hot tunnel. As he spoke I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the waves of pleasure spreading out through my body from wherever his fingers touched me. The thought of being humiliated and abused by a group of men who, until recently, I knew only as John's friends had begun to appeal. I could just imagine them touching me, looking at me, ordering me to do shameful things. I would be unable to object or refuse. If I did, I could end up over their knees with my knickers down, my skirt hitched up and my naked bottom on full display. They would spank me until my cheeks were hot and red, and then laugh out loud when they slipped their hands between my legs to discover the wetness there.
Alan's fingers now inched up my slit to my clit. I gasped out loud as he ran his finger tips over my hot little bud. He continued to murmer to me as he brought me higher and higher towards a peak of pleasure.
"Just imagine, Alison. All of us there, ordering you around in your own living room.

You'd be fetching us beers, and generally waiting on us hand and foot. Maybe we'd want you to dance for us. Can you dance, Alison? We might want you to dance naked, put on a show or just stand there stark naked. You would have to do whatever we said. We might even want to see you on the cushion again. Can you imagine doing that in front of all of us? Just imagine how that would feel, with your tits and arse, and even your bald little pussy on show to all of us."
This drove me over the edge and my orgasm pulsed through me like electricity. I clamped my legs together on Alan's hand and rocked my hips back and forward until the waves subsided.
When I had finally got my breath back, Alan said "Shall I go ahead and invite the boys then?"
"When did you intend holding this party?", I asked, a little nervously.

"How about next Friday? It might be a long night, and we wouldn't want to be late for work next day, would we?", he smiled.
I smiled back, though still nervous about the whole idea. I took a deep breath to summon up courage, and said, in a voice that sounded more confident that I was, "Friday it is then."

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Alan smiled, stood up and left me to my bath. I lay back in the now cooling water and wondered, not for the first time, why I couldn't break this spell. What was it that made me so hot when ever I was around Alan? What was it inside me that made me enjoy such depravity? Just a few short days ago I had been a 'normal' woman. I had never shown myself off so casually, never had sex so casually, and never dreamed of doing the sort of things I had allowed Alan and Neil to do to me. Now I had just let Alan finger me to another climax, and agreed to allow any number of his friends to have their fun with me. Once again, I wondered if I was losing my mind.


Later that day Alan came into my living room and suggested that as we both worked in the same college it would make sense for us to share the same car to go to work in. I thought this made sense too, and it was decided that we would travel in his car. "See you in the morning then.", he said, and left me alone. I didn't see him again for the rest of the day, and spent my time getting ready for the new term.
I woke on Monday morning with the usual feeling of dread that everyone has on their first day back after a break. I had my breakfast, and the showered, (And shaved!). As I was coming out of the bathroom Alan appeared. "Show me what you're wearing today.", he said, and so I motioned for him to follow me into my bedroom. I had already laid out my clothes for the day. Charcoal grey business suit, (jacket and skirt, the female students at my college were not allowed to wear trousers, and so neither were the staff). A purple silk blouse and black 'sensible' shoes completed the ensemble. Alan surveyed my choice. "Not bad.", he said. "What are you wearing underneath?" "Kickers, bra and a pair of tights." I said.

He thought for a moment, and then said "No bra. And no horrrible tights either. Stockings and suspenders only from now on, right?"
I nodded, I could feel my pulse quicken as my excitement built. Alan left me to get ready. I slipped on my knickers, rolled on my dark stockings and fastened them with my suspenders. Then I slipped the silk blouse on and fastened the buttons. The silk was cool against my skin and I felt small waves of pleasure begin to radiate from my nipples as the soft material brushed against them. I hardly ever went out without a bra, and I had most definitely never stood in front of a class without wearing one. Today was going to be another first. I stepped into my skirt, put on my shoes and jacket and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked no different to the way I usually looked. It was not apparent that I wasn't wearing a bra, and my suspenders left no visible line on my skirt. Satisfied, I went to my living room to wait for Alan.
He joined me a few moments later. "Did you dress as I said?", he asked. "Yes, of course.", I replied. "Lets have a look then.", he smiled.

I smiled back this time, as I slowly lifted the hem of my skirt. I reached my stocking tops, but didn't stop there. I lifted my skirt up to my waist, so that he was able to inspect my knickers, plain white ones, naturally! Then I turned round so that he could have a good look at my tight little bum. I was really starting to enjoy myself now, and the knowledge that I had some degree of say in what went on was helping me enjoy things even more. Having been given Alan's approval, I smothed my skirt back down and made for the door.
"What about the rest?", Alan said, still with a smile on his face. I stood in front of him and opened my jacket, offering my breasts for his inspection. He ran his fingers gently along the sides of my breasts, then cupped each one in his hands, before finally running his thumbs over my nipples, which were now hard. I could feel myself getting wet, and was about to suggest that we both phone in sick for the day, when Alan said, "Right, lets go!"
The drive to the college were we both worked usually took about 20 minutes. We had been driving for about five minutes when Alan said "Lift up your skirt and stroke your pussy for me. Don't put your fingers inside your knickers, and don't come!"

I toyed with the idea of objecting, but decided that I would 'go with the flow' as it were. Wriggling in my seat, I managed to lift my skirt high up my thighs until it was bunched just above my hips. I slid down in the seat, opened my legs slightly, and began to gently stroke my pussy lips through the soft cotton of my knickers. It felt gloriously wanton, not to say dirty. Driving along in broad daylight with my skirt up and my hand busy between my thighs.

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Alan didn't seem to be paying much attention to me, although to be fair, he was driving at the time. I soon realised that his mind was on me however. Without looking at me at all, he casually asked "So tell me, how old were you when you lost your virginity?"

My legs instinctively closed together. I couldn't believe he had asked me such a personal question! I was unable to speak for a moment, but he didn't give me much time to think. "Come on, I want to know all your little secrets. Tell me about the first time. Tell me who, where, when. Tell me everything about it, and keep stroking your pussy while you tell me. But remember; you're not allowed to come."

I took a deep breath and launched into my answer. I started to tell him all about my first time, all the time my fingers were gently stroking the lips of my pussy. I could feel myself getting hotter, and I could also distinctly feel the fabric of my knickers getting damp. The traffic outside became a blur as I continued to unfold the story of my first time to Alan. Of how I'd been just past my seventeenth birthday when I'd gone camping with my then boyfriend, Joe. ("Seventeen?, Christ Alison, you left it late didn't you. Were you saving it up for your old age or something?!") I told him how it was the first time I'd spent the night with a boy. How he'd been the love of my teenage life. We'd been together for over two years, since we'd been at college together. ("Ah, college sweethearts, how romantic. Did he carry your books home from college every day?") I told him how we'd got into our sleeping bags on our first night, and how I'd been so nervous. We'd started to kiss, and then he'd started to stroke my breast. ("Was he the first boy to touch your tits then? No? You can tell me more about that later. Carry on.")

I'd let him touch me over my T-shirt, and then let him put his hand up inside. I'd let him touch me there before, but this time it was more than a quick fumble. He could roam at will! After a few minutes, his hand had slipped down over my hips. I was on my side, facing him and we continued to kiss passionately. ("Tongues as well?") I didn't object as his hand began to stroke my bottom, and then I let him roll me onto my back. I'd let him put his hand between my legs. I'd only been wearing a T-shirt and a pair of knickers, and I'd continued to kiss him while his hand explored the warmth between my thighs. ("Was he the first to touch your pussy then? You can tell me how it felt to have Joe put his hand in your knickers for the first time later as well.")
I had gasped as his fingers had found the waist band of my knickers. And then his hand was in, and moving ever lower. He had run his fingers through my pubic hair, and then gently pushed my thighs apart. Then he had stroked my pussy. I had always enjoyed the sensations, and let him go further this time. I'd let him put a finger inside of me. It was then that he'd asked me "Can I make love to you Alison?" ("He said that? I bet you went for that in those days didn't you? Go on.")

I had agreed to make love, and Joe started to unzip our sleeping bags. He had started to slip his trousers off, and I had pushed my knickers down to my ankles and then took them off and placed them under my pillow. Alan had laughed out loud at this. "Under your pillow? Were you expecting the tooth fairy or something?"
Joe had rolled a condom onto his hard cock and then moved on top of me. I'd felt the hardness of his cock as he'd placed it at the entrance to my pussy. I told how I had put my arms round his neck and held him tightly, waiting for the moment when he entered me. Expecting it to hurt, holding onto Joe like a drowning sailor, and then feeling him slowly pushing into me. Of how there had been no pain, just a sort of stretching feeling and then something had given way and he was in me up to the hilt. I'd held on tight to Joe right the way through it, even though I'd begun to relax as he'd built up a steady rhythm. And then he'd gasped and I felt him twitching inside of me. Then he'd collapsed on top of me breathing heavily, and I had been unable to move. Finally, he'd rolled off me, and that was that! "So how long did he last then? I bet no more than about a minute. I bet he only needed about half a dozen strokes before he shot his load into you. Did you enjoy it?"
"I don't know. I was glad I'd done it. I was glad it hadn't hurt! I don't know if I enjoyed it or not, to be honest."

I had been stroking my pussy whilst I'd been relating my story to Alan. I could feel the heat building inside of me, and my knickers were not damp now, they were positively wet. I became aware of my surroundings. We were almost at college. I began to pull my skirt back into place. "Stop.", Alan said. "Take your knickers off."
"Alan, I can't! I just can't. We're almost at college, someone might see."
"Take them off, and give them to me."

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I reached under my skirt, grabbed the gusset of my knickers and pulled them down over my knees. We were pulling into the staff car park now, and my pulse was racing. What was he going to make me do next? I took my knickers off and handed them to him. He put them to his nose and inhalled deeply. "Mmm!, essence of Alison, my favourite fragrance." I had smoothed my skirt into place, and was looking round nervously, anxious in case anyone had seen anything. He calmly put my knickers into his inside pocket and then turned to me. "You're going to go all day without underwear today. I know how hot this will make you feel, but you're not allowed to sneak off to the ladies for a quick diddle, right. If you behave, I'll give you a reward later. Got that?"

I nodded. My pussy was throbbing still, and my nipples were super sensitive. As we got out of the car a cool morning breeze caused the silk of my blouse to mould itself to my breasts. My nipples were obvious to anyone with eyes to see. The breeze also found its' way past my stocking tops to the lips of my shaven and sensitive pussy lips. I could have come on the spot. With my pulse still racing, and my mind buzzing, I made my way into college and tried to act naturally.

I collected my timetable from the main office and headed to the staff room for a quick cup of coffee before lessons began. I was feeling very exposed and vulnerable in my state of near undress. One of the male teachers, David Evans, who taught games and sports, seemed to be paying particular attention to me. He had always been a lecherous sod!, now he looked at me with barely supressed lust in his eyes. How could he possibly have known about my lack of underwear? Possibly his practised eye could spot my state, or perhaps I was unwittingly giving off signals. Whatever the reason I felt most uncomfortable and left the staff room as quickly as I could.
I got to my class room and checked my timetable. Fouth year remedial English first, followed by fifth year after morning break. The two most difficult groups back to back! It was warm in the classroom, and without thinking I took off my jacket and left it on a chair at the back of the class. I began to write instructions for the class on the blackboard, and immediately noticed how my bra-less breasts brushed against the silk of my blouse. I intended to finish my writing on the board and then retrieve my jacket before the first class arrived. I had misjudged the time however, and before I knew it thirty noisy fourteen year olds were crowding into the classroom.

I knew this group all too well. About twenty boys, the rest girls. All of them barely able to read or write, not one interested in learning how to do so. The challenge for any teacher was simply to occupy them for the duration of the lesson. They settled themselves into their seats and reluctantly opened their work books. I explained the instructions on the black board, pointing at each instruction as I did so. Something was different. The boys were apparently fascinated by everything I had to say, whilst the girls were giggling between themselves. Then I realised what the difference was. The boys were totaly focused on my chest. I glanced down and saw that my nipples had become hard again, and were clearly visible through the fabric of my blouse. I looked around for my jacket, and then realised that it was still at the back of the class where I had left it. With all their eyes on me I walked as quickly as I could to the back of the class. This caused my breasts to sway and bob. A few of the boys actually reached down to rub their groins, the rest continued to stare intently. The few moments it took me to get to my jacket seemed like an eternity. Finally I reached it and hurredly slipped it on. I looked around at the class. I had never felt so intimidated in front of a class. I could feel myself blushing, I felt hot and embarrassed, and was tempted to leave the room. But then the questions started. Could I repeat the instructions please? What was the second one again? What is that word on the fourth line down, I can't read your writing. And on and on.

I found myself at the front of the class again, explaining what they had to do, pointing to each line and explaining. I tried not to make my embarrassment look too obvious, and so I didn't fasten my jacket. Consequently, every time I pointed at the board the jacket opened, and they would get a glimpse of my breasts. They were having a fine time at my expense, and I felt as though they were playing with me. Finally they settled down to some work, and I sank gratefully into my chair behind my desk. The lesson passed without further incident, but as they all filed past me on their way out the boys had lecherous grins on their faces, whilst the girls looked at me like I was little more than dirt.
News had obviously travelled fast, and as the next class filed in the boys all took the front seats. I began the lesson feeling nervous. It was still warm in the classroom and I began to perspire. One of the boys, Adam, raised his hand to get my attention. He was an unpleasant, surly sort of boy. He always gave me the impression that he had been up to something that hadn't been discovered yet, and he tended to speak to staff members in a way which just stopped short of being disrespectful.

I nodded to him, "Yes Adam."
"Miss, it's really warm in here, can we take our jackets off please?" There were sniggers from various sections of the class before he followed up with "You look hot too Miss, why don't you take your jacket off as well?" I felt the colour begin to rise in my face again, and began to feel very hot and uncomfortable.

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I glared at him and snapped "Just get on with your work." He looked my straight in the eye and shrugged, a half smile on his face. I managed to get through the rest of the lesson, and as the lunch bell rang they all got up and filed out. Adam looked particularly pleased with himself. After the last of them had gone I gratefully took off my jacket and began to fan the front of my blouse in and out to get some cool air around my body. I turned to pick up something from my desk and jumped as I saw Adam still standing in the doorway watching me intently. "I said you looked hot, didn't I? You should have done that in class, it would've been better than that shit we had to work through." He smiled at me, challenging me. "Get out!", I yelled. He shrugged again and shuffled off down the corridor still smiling.


I was seething by the time Alan came into my class a few minutes later. When he asked what was wrong I told him what had happened. He found the whole thing highly amusing. He even suggested that perhaps I should show a little more flesh to keep their attention. "Just fuck off", I yelled at him.
"I think part of you liked it this morning.", he said. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Didn't I just tell you how uncomfortable I felt? Didn't I explain how that was the worst experience I have ever had in front of a class? How could you possibly think, even for a moment, that I enjoyed that. Christ, you are a twisted bastard at times Alan."
"Listen to me you mouthy bitch. Over the last two weeks you've done stuff you never would have believed. You've been stripped, spanked, fucked, buggered. You've begged, wanked, sucked, obeyed. This morning you willingly told me some of your closest secrets and then gave me your knickers which are still wet from the frigging you did in the car on the way here. Don't call me twisted, and don't try to play the innocent with me Alison, I've seen you do too much, remember?"

I looked around nervously in case anyone had heard. "Alright", I whispered, "But keep your voice down".
"Keep your voice down please".
"OK, keep your voice down please." I muttered.
"Fine. Now you can apologise for insulting me, and then I want you to lift up your skirt, bend over the desk and get ready for ten smacks."
I was appalled. "Alan, please, I can't do that here. What if someone caught us? Please, can't it wait until tonight when we get home. Please Alan?"
"No chance. Do as you are told and get over that desk. Any more delays and I'll make it twenty smacks."
My heart felt like it was in my mouth, I was trembling all over, but I was also raising the hem of my skirt. I pulled it up over my hips exposing my shaven mound to his gaze, and then bent over my desk, with my bottom towards him and waited for the punishment. He stood behind me, relishing the view.
"Haven't you forgotten something?", he said.

I was confused for a moment, and then realised. "Alan, I'm really sorry I spoke to you like that. It won't happen again I promise." I gasped as the first blow hit my bottom, and called out quietly "One".
"Good girl.", he cooed between smacks. "Now you're learing. From now on you'll do exactly as I tell you, both inside college and outside, is that clear? If I tell you to strip stark bollock naked in front of a whole class, you'll do it. Got that?"
He had given me my ten smacks, and now his fingers had wormed their way between my legs to caress the lips of my pussy. His thumb slipped inside my wet tunnel, whilst his long fingers found my clit and began to tease it, making it harden.
"Did you hear me bitch? I said you are to do anything I say to anyone I say from now on. Do you understand?"

"Yes Alan.", I moaned, waves of pleasure washing over my body from my aching clit.
"And?"
"I'll do anything you say, I promise. Only please don't make me do anything in front of the pupils Alan." The idea of being made to undress in front of those horrible boys was both apalling, and fantastically exciting.

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"I may save it up for an end of term treat. You could arrange for the girls to be elsewhere, and give the boys something to remember you by. Something like a strip, or even a blow job. How would you fancy sucking twenty randy fifteen year olds off into your mouth?"

The idea drove me over the edge, and my orgasm left me gasping for breath as I bent over the desk. When I had recovered Alan told me to give him a blow job, "A nice slow one. Make it last, we've still got half an hour of lunch break!"

And so, with my skirt still bunched around my waist I knelt down in front of him, opened his trousers and pulled out his hardening cock. I stroked and caresed it, easing the foreskin back and forth. I licked along its shaft before running my tongue over the head. A tiny drop of clear liquid seeped from its' hole and I kissed this with my lips before taking the large purple head into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the head, the way I knew he liked, and began to suck gently, bobbing my head up and down. He groaned with pleasure and his cock grew still further in my mouth. I continued to suck and lick for what seemed like ages, my jaw ached and my nostrills were filled with the smell of his body. Suddenly, he tensed and then his hot salty jism was hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed every drop, and then gradually he began to subside, shrinking in my mouth.

I stood up, licking my lips instinctively. He looked me up and down. "You're getting pretty good at that. Must be all the practice you've been getting." And he smiled at me. I smiled back. When I felt this way, there was nothing I wouldn't do for him. He made me turn around so that he could examine my bottom. His hands cupped my buttocks and then stroked them appreciatively. Finally he said "OK, you can cover yourself up again now, but remember, you do as you're told from now on."
I smoothed my skirt back into place and nodded, "Yes Alan"., I murmered.
The rest of the day passed without further embarrasment on my part, probably because I was teaching first and second year students in the afternoon. After the end of day bell rang, I collected my things and headed off to find Alan, eager to get home and end what had been a difficult day.

I found Alan near the main office, talking to the Head Master. As I approached they both looked in my direction and I got the distinct feeling they were discussing me. The Head looked me up and down, his eyes lingering on my breasts as I walked towards them. I could feel my breasts moving around as I walked, my nipples brushing gently against the silk of my blouse. I knew my nipples were becoming erect, but I knew that if I fastened my jacket I would only draw attention to them further. I made my way towards them and nodded to the Head in acknowledgement before saying to Alan "Hi. Ready to go?", in as matter - of - fact way as I could.
Alan's reply made me inwardly groan. "I'm going to be a while, there's some marking I need to do. The Head Master here was just saying that there's a whole load of filing he needs doing in his office. I said you would be happy to help out whils you waited for me to finish. That's ok isn't it?" "Great!", I thought, "Now I get to spend time in the office of that old letch while I wait for Alan to collect me". Instead I smilled at them both and said "Of course, no problem at all". I was too new at the college to refuse, plus I knew what I'd get if I didn't do what Alan told me.

"Excellent Alison." the Head murmered. "I'm really grateful. And it will give us a chance to get to know each other. Come on in when you're ready." And with that, he went off to his office.
"Why am I doing this Alan?", I whispered to him. "You know he gives me the creeps, always looking at me as though he's undressing me. Why do I have to spend time with him?"

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"Because", Alan said, obviously relishing the moment, "He's looking to appoint a new head of department at the end of this term. I know he fancies you, and so when he was whining on about his filing, I offered your services. He was most grateful, so just don't go upsetting him right? I'm well into his good books for this, and I want it to stay that way. Now go to the loo and put these back on." He handed me my knickers from that morning. "Make sure he gets to see your stocking tops, and just a couple of flashes of these.

I was appaled. "You mean I have to let that old bastard see up my skirt, just so that you can get a better job?" I was about to object, about to tell Alan that I wouldn't do it, when I remembered my promise. I would do anything he told me to do. I had to trust him that it wouldn't go too far, and that I would enjoy it into the bargain.

"How long will you be?", I asked.
"Only about half an hour. Just long enough for him to get a few quick flashes! Oh, and if he tries to touch you up, just treat it as a joke, ok?"
"Some bloody joke!" I replied. So that was the game. Alan let the Head play with me for a bit, and in return he was front runner for the departmental job. I resigned myself to a half hour with a dirty old man and slipped off to the toilets. I went into one of the cubicles, lifted my skirt and slipped an experimental finger between my pussy lips. Sure enough, I was soaking wet. The idea of prostituting myself had got my motor running yet again. I made my decision there and then. Alan obviously knew what would turn me on better that I did myself. I drew a deep breath and then told myself "OK. Whatever he wants from now on, I'll do at once. No questions, no doubts."

I pulled my knickers back on, left the cubicle and checked my make up in the mirror. "Better make myself look good for the old goat" I told myself. Then I looked at myself in the full length mirror and on an impulse I opened a couple of buttons on my blouse. I was now showing quite a bit of cleavage, and bent forward to check my theory. Yes!, if I bent over just so, he would be able to see right down the front of my top, would catch the odd glimpse of my bra-less boobs!
I left the toilets and went directly to his office. No one else was around. I knocked at the door, and without waiting for a response, I opened it and went inside. He was sitting behind an impressive oak desk in an old black leather recliner chair. He looked up and smiled at me. "Do come in Alison. I really appreciate your help with all these files, you're sure you don't mind?"

"No, not at all Head Master.", I replied, sounding a little breathless. "I'm happy to help in any way I can Sir". I added the "Sir" bit thinking he would like this. I was not disappointed, he positively beamed at me.
He was probably in his mid fifties with a middle age paunch and a full head of steel grey hair neatly slicked back. Pale blue eyes looked me up and down lingering on my stocking clad legs and then on my chest. "Where would you like me to start?" I enquired. He indicated a large pile of files on his desk, and directed me to file them in alphabetical order in the filing cabinet on the other side of the office. To do the filing I would have to stand with my back to him, and wondered how I was going to comply with Alan's instructions to 'give him a couple of flashes'

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I moved towards the desk, and said "Would you mind if I took my jacket off please Sir?" "Yes, of course Alison. Make yourself comfortable."

I slipped my jacket off my shoulders and placed it on the back of a chair. Then I leant over his desk to pick up a bundle of files. As I did so I saw his eyes drop to the front of my blouse which now opened invitingly. I went to the filing cabinet and began to file. I could feel his eyes burning into me, and made sure that whenever I had to place a file in the bottom two drawers I bent over from the hips, so that he had a perfect view of my bottom. After a few minutes he stood up and walked over to me. He stood beside me, looking through some papers which had been left on top of a nearby table and began talking to me, apparently making small talk. Did I like working at the college. Had I settled in alright. How long had I known Alan. Did I have a boyfriend.

All the time he was clearly enjoying the view. I would bend over to put a file in a drawer, giving him a clear view of the top of my breasts. I knelt down to put a file away, letting my skirt ride up to expose my stocking tops. Then I 'accidentally' dropped a number of files. Being the perfect gentleman, he bent down to help me retrieve them, and that was when I let my knees part just a fraction, giving him a clear view of a the small white triangle of my knickers. After a few minutes of this, his face had become quite red! I was beginning to enjoy myself and was trying to work out how to give him another flash, when Alan appeared at the door. "Ready when you are", he said, and immediately left again.
"Would you excuse me now please Sir", I said in a little girl voice.
"Yes of course Alison. Thank you very much indeed for your help."
"Perhaps I could come back tomorrow afternoon to finish?" I enquired.
"Oh yes, that would be splendid." He said.

I walked past him to retrieve my jacket, which again I 'accidentally' dropped. "Oh dear"., I said "I seem to be dropping everything this afternoon." The double entendre was not lost on him as I saw his eyes narrow, like a predator as he looked at me. I bent to pick up my jacket, again letting my legs part and giving him another tantalizing glimpse of my underwear.
I took my time putting my jacket on, pushing my breasts out to meet his gaze as I slipped my arms into the sleeves, then I bent over again to straighten my stockings, feeling his eyes peering down my blouse.
"I'll come back tomorrow then Sir?"
"I shall look forward to it Alison.", he cooed. He walked beside me, accompanying me to the door of his office. He put his hand around my waist as he did so , and I made no effort to move away. Then, as I reached for the door handle his hand slipped from my waist, over my hips and stroked my bottom. I turned to look at him. He was watching me intently, trying to gauge my reaction. I smiled at him and said "Goodnight Sir", as I slipped out of his office.

Once we were in the car Alan wanted to know everything that had gone on. I told him in the minutest detail, leaving nothing out, even confessing that I had enjoyed myself.
"I bet you're all wet now aren't you?", he asked.
I slipped a finger into my knickers, found my hot little slit and felt the slick juices which coated not only my pussy, but also the top of my thighs. "Oh God Alan, I'm soaking. Can I come please? Oh Please Alan, please let me come, I've been a good girl today. I've done everything you've told me to do. Please let me come Alan".

To my dismay, he told me I had to wait until I got home. It was the longest 20 minutes of my life made all the worse by that fact that I had to relate to Alan my first sexual experiences. He wanted to know when I had first started to masturbate, who had been the first boy to touch my breasts, who had been the first one to see them. Who had been the first to touch my pussy, to see it. When had I first seen a penis, when had I first seen one hard. Who had I given my first blow job to. All of my secrets were revealed, one by one. By the time we got home I was on fire with burning, humiliating desire. He told me to undress, then to undress him. Then I had to lick his prick until he was hard, then lick his balls, lick his arse. I had to bend over in front of him, pull my pussy lips apart, stroke my clit. Then he made me lay across his lap and proceeded to give me twenty smacks onto my bare bottom for being "A naughty, brazen, dirty little girl. First you show yourself off to the Head Master, then you spend the whole journey home talking of nothing but sex. Tell me what a dirty little bitch you are."

And I did. As Alan's fingers began to stroke the lips of my pussy, I declared myself to him. "I am dirty Alan. When you told me to go into the Head's office I wanted to say no, but when I went to the toilets I felt how wet I was I knew what a hot little bitch I've become. I want you to use me Alan. I'll do anything you want, I promise. I wont argue Alan. Anything. Oh God Alan". I was consumed by a massive, shattering orgasm. The latest in so many, and with so many more to come.

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Chapter 8.


After Alan had brought me to a massive climax I was made to lie on my back with my legs spread wide apart. Alan moved between my thighs and positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to my sopping pussy. He slowly pushed into me, and I relished the feelings of pleasure radiating from my hot tunnel.
"Supposing I told you to do whatever it took to get me the Departmental Head's job? Even if it meant being the Head's plaything for the rest of the term? Are you up to that?", he asked as he continued to build up a steady rhythm.

Without hesitation I said "I told you I'd do anything you tell me to do. I promised. Tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it. I'll let him touch me, play with me, strip me, screw me. Anything you say Alan, anything."
"Good, because I know he fancies you. I've seen the way he looks at you. I bet he'd like to strip you bare and smack your arse. I bet he's well into that, and you're such a convincing naughty girl aren't you? Could you cope with having that old bastard's hands all over you?"

"Oh yes Alan." I breathed. "I'll let him do anything he likes to me. Do you want me to start tomorrow? I told him I'd be back to help him some more then. Should I give him a reason to be angry with me?"
"Oh yes, excellent", he groaned. I felt him twitching inside of me, felt his hot jism shooting up into me, and then he collapsed on top of me, panting. I stroked his back, his hair. I kissed his neck, ran my tongue over his skin. I was besotted. I wanted to please him in every way possible and I was relishing the prospect of being his to command totally.

Alan left me soon afterwards. Left me alone with my fantasies and my still hot pussy. I lay on my back in the middle of my living room. I opened my legs wide and ran my fingers down to the lips of my pussy, which was leaking his cum. I worked my fingers into my hot slit, savouring the slickness there from his juices. I pulled my fingers out and brought them slowly to my lips. I could smell his jism on my fingers and slowly and deliberately I slipped them into my mouth. I loved the taste of him. I ran my tongue over my fingers sucking his taste into my mouth. Then I ran my fingers back into my pussy and continued sucking his juices into my mouth over and over again. I brought myself to a beautiful, delicate orgasm and as the warmth of it spread over me I felt a thrill of excitement at the thought of what lay in store.

As the feelings subsided, I made my way to the bathroom where I immersed myself in a deliciously warm shower. I lathered myself all over, wishing that Alan, (and anyone else !), were there to watch.

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After my shower, I got dressed, made myself a meal and sat down to do my marking for the evening. After about 45 minutes the phone rang. It was John. For a few short minutes I forgot about my on-going debauchery. I was no longer Alan's bitch in heat, but once again John's loving partner. We talked about our day - obviously I sanitised mine - and were engaged in general chit-chat when Alan walked into the room. He didn't knock or wait to be invited in, he just calmly walked into the living room whilst I was in mid-conversation with John, who was still half a world away, and stood there, listening intently.


It didn't take him long to work out who I was talking to, largely because I made liberal use of John's name! This was my way of warning Alan not to say or do anything explicit. I should have known better! Whilst I was still talking to John, he motioned me to stand up. Naturally, I did so at once, I was now so given over to him. As I stood there speaking to John in Australia, Alan started to open the buttons on the denim shirt I was wearing. One by one he opened them all, until my shirt was completely open. He then deliberately pushed the shirt off my shoulders. I shrugged it off, letting it fall to the floor, leaving me wearing a bra and a pair of jeans. He then un-hooked my bra and pulled it away from my body, leaving my breasts exposed. I continued to chat away to John as if nothing untoward was happening, but my heart had begun to beat more rapidly.
Then Alan reached for the zip of my jeans. My nipples hardened as I felt it slowly descend. I didn't trust myself to watch as Alan slowly stripped me, and so I only had the vibrations from the zip to rely on. I felt the zip reach its' end, and could also feel a thrill of adrenalin coursing though my body. This was as close as I'd ever felt to being discovered by John. Here I was, chatting away about nothing in particular to him on the other side of the world, whilst his erstwhile best friend undressed me with delicious deliberation.

The button of my jeans was next. I felt the waistband of my jeans give as Alan released it. As I desperately treid not to react, not to give John any inclination of what was going on. I felt Alan gently tugging on my jeans , and felt them start to descend. They reached my knees before Alan motioned for me to sit down. Then he grabbed hold of the end of each leg and pulled them from me completely. I was told to stand again and instantly obeyed, my heart beating wildy. This felt dangerous. Even though John was 12,000 miles away, it was like he was almost in the room with us. I stood before Alan, wearing only a pair of thin white cotton knickers. I continued to talk to John about nothing at all - what was on TV that night, what was happening in the news, when he would be returning to the UK, even the bloody football scores. All the time Alan walked around me, assessing me, appraising me. He cupped my right breast, ran his thumb over the very tip of my nipple making it stand proud, almost causing me to gasp out loud. He let his hand brush against the cheeks of my bottom. I instinctively pushed my hips back towards him, willing him to caress my pert little bum.

Then he stood in front of me. He looked me straight in the eyes and reached out with both hands. I knew what was coming next, and braced myself for it. He placed his hands on my hips, and let them rest there. Then he motioned for me to do the rest. I indicated to him that I wanted him to hold the phone for me, which he did, and then I pushed my knickers down my thighs, past my knees and down to my ankles. I kicked them away and stood there, stark naked. I took back the phone and continued to talk to John while Alan looked me up and down. He walked round me again, almost as if he were surveying his property, which in a way I suppose he was. His palms stroked my naked bum, he ran his fingertips across the sides of my breasts, then teased and tweaked my nipples making them hard.

Finally, the moment I secretly dreaded. His long cool fingers, which had brought me to so many intense orgasms, began to stroke the inside of my thighs. I tried to resist him, clamping my legs together and trying to move away, but eventually I had to admit defeat. I stood with my legs apart, letting him caress my lips, stroke my most secret place. His fingers prised apart the lips of my pussy, found the hot, moist entrance to my love tunnel, and began to tease.

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He inserted the very tip of his middle finger into my hot hole. I tried to get more into me, but he pulled back causing me to push my hips forward. Still he withdrew, teasing me maddeningly. He ran the tip of his fingernail along the tip of my pussy lips sending jangling electric impulses through my body. I was still trying to communicate with John. It was maddening. He suddenly ducked his head down and sucked my left nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the auriola and making it harden almost painfully. I don't know how I prevented myself from crying out, because the ecstacy of it all was becoming too much to bear.

John was saying something, something about a summer holiday when he got back to the UK, but I was starting to lose concentration. I was unable to take in what he was saying.

Finally, the door bell came to my rescue. The famliar ringing transmitted itself down the phone line, giving me a plausible excuse for ending my phone call to John. I hung up the phone with a feeling of desperate relief.
"Now who the fuck can that be?", Alan said, clearly irritated by the interruption.
I was more relieved than I could say - this had been a close one. "I'll find out". I said. I ran to my bedroom and grabbed my dressing gown, pulling it on and fastening it as I ran down the stairs to the front door of the flat. I reached the door and opened it to find Neil standing there. I hadn't seen or heard from him since the evening with Alan, when he had virtually bangd my tight bottom, and I was unsure of my feelings towards him. I felt a thrill of excitement, and a little fear, course through my body at the sight of him. There was something dangerous about Neil. Alan wanted to control me mentally, but with Neil I felt like just a piece of meat. I felt that the more physical humiliation he put me through, the more he would like it.

"Hello, tight arse!, how've you been?", he belowed in a voice loud enough to turn heads. "How's that tight little fanny. Have you been keeping it warm for me?" I grabbed him by the coat sleeve and dragged him into the entrance hall, slamming the door behind him.
"OK, girl, don't get over excited", he said, smiling. "Let's see if you're as tasty as I remember shall we? Open up and let me have a look at you." I untied the belt of my dressing gown and held it open. His eyes raked up and down my body, taking it all in. He reached out and roughly mauled my breasts, pressing them together. Then he took hold of both my nipples between thumb and forefinger and began to squeeze and pull them. It wasn't painful, but it was uncomfortable and soon had me squirming around trying to ease the pressure on them. "Oh yes!, very nice indeed." He breathed, as his hands swept over my breasts once more, my nipples now hard and puckered. Without a moment's hesitation he thrust his hand between my legs, pushing my thighs apart. Without thinking, I automatically opened them to allow him access.

His fat fingers probed my pussy lips. I was still wet from Alan's attentions a few minutes earlier and he quickly found this out as he slipped first one, and then a second finger inside me and began to finger fuck me roughly. His thumb found the base of my clit and began to press, causing it to protrude from under its' hood. My breathing began to quicken as I responded to his fingers, my breasts rising and falling as I did so. I began to move my hips in time to his fingers.
"Nice to know you haven't forgotten me, tight arse. Ready for some fun are we?"

I was unable to reply as the waves of pleasure ran through me. He pulled his fingers from my pussy and sniffed at them. "Lick them clean.", he ordered. I took hold of his hand and guided his fingers into my mouth. I wrapped my tongue around them, as I had done with his cock, and sucked all of my juices from his fingers. When I'd finished he made me take off my dressing gown walk stark naked in front of him, up to my living room where Alan waited. All the way up the stairs I could feel his eyes staring into my naked bottom. I took a couple of opportunities to stumble and fall forward, giving him a view of my pussy as I did so. When we reached my living room Neil said "She's hot to trot tonight Al, what's been going on then?"

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Alan then told him the story of the day's events. My journey to college, my encounters with the fourth and fifth years, the Head Master, my journey home and finally, my conversation with John.

"What a dirty litle bitch you are, aren't you?", he said, looking at me with pure lust in his eyes. I hung my head and said nothing. This wasn't good enough for Neil. "I said, you're a dirty little bitch aren't you?", he barked.
"Yes," I mumbled.
"What? Speak up you tart."
"Yes.", I said, "I am a dirty little bitch Neil".

He moved towards me, finally standing just a few inches in front of me. I could feel his hot breath on my face, could smell his body odour. He reached out slowly, almost in slow motion I watched him reach out for my nipples. He grabbed both of them and squeezed. The pain was incredible, and then he stared to twist them. I grabbed his wrists and stood on tip-toe to relieve the pain, but he was far stronger than me and I was reduced to squealing and wimpering, begging him to stop.
"Ask me to smack your fat arse and I might let go"., he yelled.
"Oh, God. Please Neil, please smack my arse. I deserve it. Please Neil. Please smack me."
"And what then you dirty little slag? Tell me why I should spank you red raw?"
My brain was clouded in a fog of pain, but part of me was enjoying my discomfort. I was enjoying this abuse. I craved the punishment Neil was so intent on dispensing.

"You should smack my bare bottom because I'm a rude and dirty girl. I've been rude and naughty all day. I've played with myself in the car on the way to work, I've prick teased a group of innocent young boys and I've shown my knickers to the Head Master. I sucked Alan off in the classroom at lunch time and after he had shagged me this evening, I fingered myself until I came. Then I let him strip me and finger me while I talked to John. I'm a dirty little slag Neil. I'm so sorry. Please punish me, the way I deserve. Please Neil. Make me pay for being so naughty. I deserve it. Please Neil. I'm really sorry, I'll do anything you say to make amends. Oh, please Neil. Please Neil. Please.......

He still had hold of my nipples. I was still on tip-toe. Pain was radiating from my breasts, but heat was emanating from my loins. I wanted to be abused. I was enjoying the pain. I wanted more. Neil was obviously enjoying himself immensely. Without relaxing his grip on my tender nipples he asked, "So what if I do smack your arse as you deserve. What do I get for teaching you a lesson you deserve?"
"Anything," I breathed, really meaning it. "Neil, I would do anything, I promise."
"Is that right?" he said, a menacing look on his face. He gave my nipples an extra twist, making me stand on tip-toes even higher.

"Yes, Oh God, yes. Anything" I said. I was totally in his power, no one else existed, not even Alan. He was twisting my nipples and at the same time pulling me closer to him. We were almost face to face.
"Alan tells me you don't like it up the arse.", he said.
"I, er, well I , er......"
"You'll take it up the shitter any time I say from now on, right? Whether it's me, Alan or anyone else. If I say they can give it to you up the arse, that's good enough, right?"

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I began to sob, "No! I wont do that again. It hurt so much. Please don't make me do that again. I'll do anything else you say, anything, only please Neil, don't do that to me again. I'm begging you Neil. Please." I know I had told Alan no more anal stuff, but he had never forced his cock into my bottom. Neil had, and I was truly scared that he was about to do it again.


I saw him hesitate for a moment, and then he said "Right. let's talk this through shall we? You say you don't want it up the arse, but you've said you don't want so many things that you enjoy now, haven't you? A couple of minutes ago I told you to show me everything you've got and you did, without hesitation. Then I stuck a couple of fingers up your cunt and you loved it didn't you? DIDN'T YOU?" he yelled.
"Yes!", I cried out. I could feel a throbbing in my loins. I was fantasically turned on. Neil was still twisting my nipples. An intense pain was radiating from them which seemed to be directly connected to my aching slit. I could feel my clit throbbing. I stood there, stark naked, with Alan watching, while Neil pinched and twisted my nipples, feeling more aroused than I can describe.

"So all of these things you would never have done in your boring, tight arsed, feminist life, you will do now whenever I tell you. Is that right?"
"Yes.", I sobbed. I was too turned on to argue with him.
"So, what makes you think you wont enjoy being made to take it up the arse?", he said, sneering at me. "Face facts love, you enjoy being made to do the very things you complain about. You've had every chance to opt out of this, but you still keep coming back for more. Admit it. You love being made to do whatever me or Alan say. In fact, we don't make you. We just say so, and you do it. It's just what you want really isn't it?"
My head was spinning. The pain in my breasts was clouding my brain, but that was nothing to the aching in my burning pussy.

I felt humiliated beyond belief, and I was loving every minute of it. I had been telling myself all day that I would surrender myself to Alan completely. Now came the time when I realy had to surrender myself to Neil as well, or face the end of the game.
"I'm sorry Neil.", I said, tears running down my cheeks. "I'm really sorry for complaining. I'll do whatever you tell me to do, because that's what I like. I wont complain again, I promise. Tell me what to do, and I'll do it, I promise."
I felt a strange feeling of relief at this. Almost as though I'd been fighting my innermost instincts. And now I was free. Free to do whatever Alan and Neil told me to do.

"Right then. Now we've got that straight, here's what you're going to do. You're going to suck me until I'm good and hard, and then you're going to squat over me and push my prick up your arse. Then you're going to arse fuck me until I shoot my load up your arse. Any problems with that, tight arse?" He spoke as if it were the most matter-of-fact thing in the world. I knew what I was going to say.
"No Neil, I don't have a problem with that. Do you want me to start now?"
"No. Get me a beer first. And get Alan one too. You'll be staying to watch Al, wont you?"
Alan nodded, the familiar smile back on his face.