Adultery ALISON A TEACHER'S STORY by exbiidelhi2012

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Obediently, I went to the kitchen and got them both a beer out of the fridge. Having opened the cans and handed them to them both I knelt in front of Neil and began to open his jeans. He raised his buttocks do I could pull down his jeans and boxer shorts to below his knees, and then I started work on his shaft. It lay there, limp and flacid. I took it into my mouth and began to suck and wank it into my mouth. I felt it begin to swell and grow, and I contiued to work on it in the way I knew he liked until it was strong and stiff. I was still surprised at the size and thickness of it, and remembered how it had felt when he had forced it up my bottom the last time. This time I would be pushing it in there myself. The thought made me tense and nervous, but the thrill of excitement was till there.


After about five minutes of sucking on his hardening member, I looked over at Alan and he handed me a tube of lubricant gel. I took it hesitantly, and squeezed a small amount onto my fingers. The two of them watched intently as I smeared the gel onto, and into my bum hole. I inserted first one, and then two fingers into my tight hole, smearing the gel inside and out. Then I turned my back to Neil, squatted over him and began to lower myself onto his knob. I grasped hold of his shaft with one hand and steered myself down onto it.
I positioned the head of his shaft at the entrance to my bottom, drew a deep breath, and began to descend onto him. I felt the muscle gradually give way, heard him groan with pleasure, and then felt him gradually filling up my bowells. I was breathing deeply, trying to stay relaxed. I began to bob up and down on his member, each time getting lower and lower, pushing him deeper and deeper into me. I could feel his hot breath on my back, and knew that he was enjoying himself. I rested my hands on his thighs to give me support, and began to increase the pace. I began to move my hips back and forth to increase his pleasure. I was beginning to enjoy myself as I impalled my bottom onto his over-size organ, I was relishing in the total surrender to him and the complete wantonness of my behaviour.

Suddenly, Alan appeared in front of me. He knelt in front of me and reached out towards my pussy. Then he began to stroke my pussy lips, pushing them apart, spreading them. Hot waves of pleasure began to wash over me. Alan had found my clit. Was running his finger aroung it in tiny circles. My brain was confused, my heart pounding. I sighed, and sank down fully onto Neil's Shaft, now deep in my bottom. The pain and the pleasure mingled inseperably. I continued to move up and down on Neil's shaft with increasing urgency as Alan continued to tease and flick my hard little button. Then I felt Neil twitch and begin to shoot hot jism into my bottom. I clamped my legs together onto Alan's hand and came again.

I was lost in my own little world. Waves of pleasure were radiating through my body as my orgasm subsided. I could feel my nipples throbbing with both pain and pleasure, and I could still feel my tight little hole gripping Neil's now shrinking member. I slid to the floor and lay there trying to catch my breath, enjoying the fading embers of pleasure. Neil's voice brought me back to the real world.

"Lick it clean.", he commanded. I was disgusted. His flacid organ had obvious signs of where it had just been. I hesitated for a moment. Could I do this? What he was telling me to do made my stomach lurch. And yet, even as I thought this I was moving onto my knees. I moved between his legs and bowed my head into his lap. I took hold of his cock, closed my eyes and silpped his purple head into my mouth. I knew what I was tasting. Mingled in with the taste of his jism and the lubricating gell was a different taste. It was bitter. I could smell my own faeces, taste it. I looked up at Neil. He was clearly enjoying himself immensely. I continued to lick around his cock until the taste had gone. As I did so he began to swell again. God!, was he never satisfied?

"Enjoying yourself?" He said, a broad grin on his face. I nodded, sucking harder on his glans. The truth was, I was enjoying every sordid minute of it. It seemed that nothing was too much for me now. I would do anything, and enjoy doing it. I was never more than a minute or two from full arousal these days, and I was loving every minute of it.
"Stand up, Alison." Neil ordered.

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I stood and looked at him.

"Hands on head, like the naughty girl you are." I obeyed instantly.
He stood, pulled up his jeans over his half erect member and fastened them. Curiously, I felt disappointed. Was that it for the evening then?
"I think you should be punished for being so disgustingly randy. How cheap can you get? Letting Alan strip and finger you while you talked nonsense to poor old John, half a world away." (I couldn't help but marvel at this - he'd had great fun laughing at John while he used me like a peice of meat. I could see the way this was going, and my heart began to beat faster in response.)
I hung my head in apparent shame.
"Don't you think you should be punished?"

"Yes Neil, I mean, if you think so Neil." I stammered in my most contrite voice.
"Right!", he barked. "Marching on the spot. Begin."
Feeling more than a little strange, I began to march on the spot. "Faster. And get those knees up higher. HIGHER". He yelled. I frantically pushed my knees as high as I could. He stood there, watching, smirking. Alan sat back in his chair with the familiar smile on his face. After a minute or so, I was breathing heavily, but I kept going.
"You're going to keep marching until I tell you to stop. And while you march, I'm going to punish you. Understand?"
"Yes Neil." I panted.

And then he began to rain smacks on my bare bottom. I squealed with each blow, and soon he began to hit the back of my legs. My backside felt like it was on fire. Still he kept on, still I kept marching. I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate. The blows stopped for a second, but I continued to march. Then my eyes shot open with pure shock. Neil had begun to slap my breasts! The sudden pain collided head on with the pleasure mounting in my pussy and I almost came on the spot. Instead I let out a piercing scream. Another slap. I groaned. Then another, and another. I was sobbing now with a mixture of pain and pleasure.
"Stop!", Neil commanded.
I stood motionless, tears running down my face, my breaths coming in ragged sobs, making my breasts heave. I could feel the wetness between my legs.

Neil stood in front of me, a sly grin on his face. He ran his hands over my belly, down towards my pussy lips. "Now what do you think I'll find down here now?", he chuckled to himself. Alan laughed too. I felt my face flush with embarrassment. To think of all I had done to them, for them, and I was still embarrassed at them knowing how much I enjoyed being punished. His fingers reached the top of my pussy lips. I held my breath. He ran the tip of a finger along the lips, I opened my legs further to allow him access. He lifted the finger to his nose and sniffed. I could see it wet from my juices. He put his hand back between my legs and spread my lips with his index and third fingers, and then began to stroke between them with his middle finger.

I groaned out loud, and realised that I was no longer just resting my hands on my head, my fingers were entwined in my hair, gripping tightly. His finger slowly penetrated me, slipping effortlessly into my sopping tunnel. I could feel my juices running down my thighs. And then he withdrew his finger and ran it along my pussy until he reached my clit. My little button was now hard and errect. The moment his finger touched the sensitive tip I began to groan and moan. My fingers gripped my hair still tighter and I began to move my pelvis back and forward. Neil didn't move at all, he just left his hand there and let me gyrate on his fingers.
"Would you like to come now Alison?", he murmered.

"Oh, God Yes!" I almost screamed. "Please Neil. Please let me come."
"You mean you want to bring yourself off, right now. On my hand. In front of Alan. Is that what you want?"
"Yes. Oh Yes. Oh Please Neil."
He paused for a moment. I continued to rub his finger over my clit.
"OK, Alison. You can come now." He grinned. And of course, I did. I screamed, I moaned. I sobbed, and I came, massively.

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I fell to my knees, my breath coming in ragged gasps, sobs racking my entire body. After what seemed like hours, my breathing returned to something like normal.

"Stand up, Alison." Neil commanded.
I slowly got to my feet and stood in front of him. I was nervous about what he would do next. He turned to Alan, who was watching from the comfort of an arm chair.
"Have you told her about the weekend yet Al?"
"No. I was going to keep it as a surprise. See how she took it."
"What do you mean about the weekend?", I stammered. "I thought you were inviting the boys over for a 'party'".

"Oh we are, don't worry about that. You're going to get shaged stupid this weekend, tight arse! But we thought it was time to have a bit more fun with you first. You're going to come out to the pub with us all first, and you're going to be very friendly, all night. Got that?"
"What do I have to do?" I asked, my heart beating madly. There was no telling what this sadistic bastard would put me through.
"Anything we say! And when I say 'we' I mean all of us, not just Alan and me. Andy, Richie, Paul, Steve, they'll all be there, and as a special treat Keith will be there, and he's bringing Lin."
"Lin!", I yelled. "You mean she knows all about this?"
"Absolutely!" Neil was grinning all over his face. "I had a drink with Keith and Lin last night and filled them in on all the details. 'Course, Keith knew most of it, like the rest of the lads, but Lin Knew nothing. She was very surprised to say the least, but when I asked her if she fancied joining in and giving you a bit of stick herself, she was well up for it!"

I was shocked. For a moment I had imagined both Lin and me servicing the boys. Now it was clear to me that she would be dishing it out with the others, and I wasn't happy about it at all. It was one thing to be humiliated by a bunch of men, it was something else to suffer at the hands of another woman.
I tried to get off the hook. "Look, Neil, I don't think I want to do this. I don't think I can do this. i never imagined another woman involved. This changes things. I don't think I can...." I trailed off. Already the thought of being humiliated so totally had caught my imagination. Neil looked at me, still grinning. He had guessed what I was thinking.
"I bet if I felt your pussy now, you'd be wet!" He said. "I bet you'll love it, cos you are a dirty little bitch aren't you? If you are really good, I might let you lick Lin out while we all watch. You'd like that wouldn't you?"
"I've never been with a woman." I said quietly. "Please don't make me, Neil. Alan, please don't let him make me do this. Please Alan."

Alan shook his head. "You'll do it, because you want to really. You can't get enough of this. Believe me, licking Lin out on Friday is the least of your worries. You don't know what else we've got in mind yet!" And they both began to laugh.
I started to ask what he meant, but they both turned away from me, and left the room, heading for Alan's flat upstaris. Before they left Neil turned to me, winked, and said "See you Friday then!"
I sank into a chair, and tried to gather my thoughts. I knew I couldn't refuse. I knew I didn't want out yet. I was theirs to command.

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Chapter 9

The next couple of days passed in a blur. My routine had become quite settled. I would get up, shower, shave my pubes, breakfast and then ask Alan what he wanted me to wear that day. It was always Alan's decision what my clothing would be, including my underwear. I had to show him that I'd complied with his orders. Then we would head off to college in his car. Always the same. I would be made to lift my skirt or dress, play with myself as we made our way through the morning traffic. Always the intimate revelations. What were my fantasies. When had I first started to masturbate. Who had been the first to see my boobs, my pussy. When had I first touched a prick, seen one, kissed one, sucked one.
We would reach college with me in an advanced stage of arousal. I was not allowed to come during the journey. I would get out of his car with my nipples hard and my pussy wet and aching for relief. I passed my days in an agony of frustration, desperate for relief.

Sometimes Alan would come to me at lunch break. He would spank my bare bottom and order me to suck him off, or I would be ordered to strip in the empty classroom before straddling him and pushing his hard cock into one or other of my waiting orifices. Then I would energetically screw him until he shot his load deep into me. Immediately after college had finished for the day, I would go to the headmaster's office to 'help with his filing'. There I would make some pretence of working diligently whilst waiting for my opportunity to flash my knickers for the old man. Every day as I went to leave he would thank me, escort me to the door, and take the opportunity to have a quick grope of my bottom before I left. He was becoming more and more confident, even blatant about this, and each time he ran his hand over my bum I would turn and look into his eyes and smile. These were Alan's instructions. I was to give him every encouragement. This would advance Alan's career, and I was so besotted that I was happy to comply. After we got home Alan would make me undress and play with myself for him, making me relate all of the details of my time in the Head's office.
"He wants to have you, you know", he said to me one afternoon. "I've seen the way he looks at you, and I've mentioned you to him a couple of times."

"What did you say?", I asked anxiously.
"I told him that you found him attractive. That you liked more mature men, and you find his air of authority particularly impressive. I told him that you were the sort of person who gave the impression of being strong and independent, but that really you need some authority figure in your life, a father figure if you like."
"A father figure?", I yelped. "I don't need some dirty old bastard to manipulate me, thank you very much."
"I don't care what you want. You do as you are told, remember? Anyway, it really appealed to him. I could see he took to the idea of the young feminist needing to be taken in hand and reminded of a woman's' place. He was really grateful to me, I could tell. So much so that I think that head of department job is mine for the taking. Just make sure you don't fuck it up for me right?"
I felt like a cheap whore. I would hand myself to the old bastard and suffer any manner of indignities at his hands, just to get Alan a better job. A thrill of expectation ran through me. "I'll be good Alan, I promise.", I breathed, and I meant it!
And then it was Friday.

I awoke with a start and quickly realised the significance of the day. I had no idea what lay in store for me that night, but a thrill of expectation ran through me. Alan had not let me come while he had me for a day or two, and such was my now heightened libido that I had taken to bringing myself off last thing at night, something I hadn't done for years. As I gradually roused I was aware of a warmth in my pussy, clearly my body was anticipating the events of the day to come. I gently stroked my clit, which was already as hard as a bullet, fantasising about the shame and humiliation which I would be suffering later that night, until I came. But however powerful my self delivered climax, it could never match the pleasure I felt whenever I was used and abused by Alan or Neil. Tonight, I knew, I would be subjected to new shames and humiliations. All of John's friends would be there, plus Lin. And who knew what special 'pleasures' she would have in store for me.

I went through my normal routine, and then asked Alan what I was to wear that day. He chose a summer dress which buttoned from bodice to waist, and which had a figure hugging skirt. The skirt was such a slim fit that I couldn't raise it above my hips to show Alan my clean white knickers, nor could I lift it to play with myself during our car journey. Alan didn't seem to mind this, but still made me talk about my previous sexual activities. It didn't seem to affect me either, as I still arrived at college aroused to the point that I could easily have climaxed with very little coaxing.
I went into college and found my way to the staff room where I made myself a coffee and picked up my post for the day. As I was about to leave, Alan approached me and drew me into a corner where we could speak without being overheard.

"Your timetable has been changed", he said nonchalantly. "After lunch you will be working with the Headmaster to finish this filing. Be sure to do a good job. I want him happy, it's the head of department interviews next week."
"Yes Alan." I said. The message had been received and understood. I was to 'pleasure' the old man, and keep him sweet for Alan. Well so be it, I thought.

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The morning passed in a haze of expectation. Even fifth form English, with the lecherous fifteen-year-old Adam leering at me for a straight hour didn't disturb me. I was ready to get Alan his head of department job, and was busy working out ways to create a situation with the Head in my mind.

Finally the lunch bell rang and the class of fifth years filled out. Now it was time.
I gathered my things and made my way down to the Head's office. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. A familiar voice from within called back "Enter". I turned the door handle and pushed the door open.
I was confronted by both the Head and Alan, who stood looking at me like I was the most junior of pupils. "Ah, Alison, do come in my dear", the Head breathed. Alan gave me a knowing look.
"I've told the Head that you're his for the afternoon", he said lightly. "Be sure not to disappoint now, wont you?"

I took the bait immediately, "Oh, I'll do whatever it takes to get this done", I said slightly breathlessly. I then turned my attention to the Head. "I'm sure I can get this all finished today Sir. Where would you like me to start?"
He indicated a large pile of papers on a table by the filing cabinets. "Why don't you make a start on those my dear. I just have a few things to sort out with Mr. Hughes here", and he nodded towards Alan.
I went over to the table, turned my back on them both, and started to sort out the papers. I made sure to bend over at regular intervals, giving them both a good view of my pert little bum encased in the tight fabric of my dress. I could hear the murmur of their conversation, but couldn't make out anything they were saying. I just carried on sorting papers. After a few moments Alan said to me "I'll be off then Alison, I've got work to do."

"OK, fine, I'll see you later then", I said as casually as I could. Alan had his back to the Head as he left, and again gave me a knowing look. The door closed behind him. I was alone with the old bastard. I continued to sort papers. I knew I had to provoke some sort of incident which would give him the opportunity to 'take me in hand'. I had gathered quite a pile of papers on top of a filing cabinet by now, and I 'accidentally' knocked these, causing the whole pile to fall to the floor, scattering them over a wide area of carpet. I shouted out "Oh fuck it!" and immediately bent down and started to gather them up. I let my thighs open so that he could see straight up my skirt from where he was behind his desk, and continued to curse at the now chaotic pile of papers. "Bastard fucking things. Fucking typical. Oh shit, this will take fucking hours to sort out. Bastard, bastard bastard!"
It gave him his opportunity, and he took it at once.

"Alison that is disgraceful.", he bellowed at me. I froze. "Not only have you been careless with my valuable papers, which will now have to be re-sorted, you have made my office look like a waste paper basket. And I don't believe I have ever heard such disgusting language from a member of my staff."
I stood, placed my hands in front of me and hung my head like a naughty collegegirl. "I'm really sorry Sir", I stammered, "I just didn't think. I'll sort out the papers Sir, I'll clean this up, I'm really very sorry Sir."
"That's all well and good young lady, but it does not atone for the quite appalling profanities you have yelled in my office. I am left wondering if you are the right sort of person to have on my staff. Perhaps we should end your contract at once rather than wait for the end of term?"
"Oh no Sir, please don't do that. I don't normally use language like that Sir, I was just annoyed that I had undone all that good work. I wont give you cause for concern again Sir, I promise." I whined like a small child.

"If I heard a pupil use language like that, particularly a young lady, I would punish her severely, possibly even expel her completely. I hold my staff to a higher standard, and you expect me to just ignore that kind of conduct?"
"No, Sir", I stammered. Head still hung.
"Then what do you suggest I do about it, Alison?"

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I could feel my cheeks turning red as I blushed. This was the moment. I looked into his face. He was clearly relishing every moment. I shuffled slightly, and then muttered "Punish me Sir."

"I beg your pardon. Speak up girl."
"You should punish me Sir."
"And what form should this punishment take do you think?"
"Any form you think fit Sir. I will accept any punishment from you, only please don't dismiss me from the college."
He looked at me with a look of triumph on his face. "Very well. As punishment, I will spank your bare bottom until I feel you have suffered enough. Do you have a problem with that Alison?"
"No Sir." I muttered. My nervousness was not entirely feigned.
"Right then," he barked, "Skirt up and bend over my desk at once."
I started to lift the hem of my skirt, and then realised that it was too slim a fit to enable me to lift it over my hips.

"I can't Sir", I stammered, "My skirt is too tight. I can't lift it that high."
"Then take it off you silly girl". He really was enjoying himself now.
My fingers were trembling as I started to undo the buttons on my dress. I had not been allowed to wear a bra that day, and as the Head stood and watched me opening my buttons, more of my flesh came under his scrutiny. I knew he would see all I had that day. I knew I would let him do whatever he wanted, and I could feel my pulse quickening. I could also feel my pussy beginning to respond.
I opened the final button on my dress and hesitated. "Come on girl. I haven't got all day!" he barked.
I pulled open the dress revealing my breasts to him and began to push the dress over my hips. I let it fall to the floor and then bent to pick it up. I stood there with it bunched in my hands while he scrutinised me. He was drinking in the view of me standing in the middle of his office dressed only in a pair of white knickers. My head was still bowed as I tried to look as contrite as possible.

I could feel his gaze move from my face to my breasts. He took his time, obviously enjoying himself immensely. Then he told me to put my dress on a chair over by the filing cabinet. This meant I had to turn and walk over to the chair, and then walk back to him, giving him an excellent view of my body as I did so.
He made me stand for a few moments longer before he said "I think I'll put you over my knee for punishment, Alison. I think that would be much more appropriate, don't you?"
"Yes, Sir. Whatever you say Sir.", was all I could manage in reply. My mouth had gone strangely dry in the last few moments. I felt more nervous than I expected.

He positioned a chair in the middle of the room, sat down on it and then called me to him. "Come here and take your punishment Alison." Feigning reluctance, I walked slowly over and stood in front of him. He stared at my breasts, and then his eyes travelled down until they came to rest on my cotton-covered mound.
"I said I was going to spank your bare bottom, Alison, and that's what I shall do." And with that he reached out with both hands and took hold of the waistband of my knickers. He slowly began to ease them lower, staring at my slim mound as he did so. He was clearly expecting to see some pubic hair, instead, as my knickers went lower and lower there was only smooth pink flesh.

Finally, the top of my moist slit came into view and I saw his eyes widen for a moment. Then he puled my knickers down over my hips and let them slip down my legs to my feet. Without being told to, I stepped out of them and stood before him stark naked. I let my arms fall to my sides, giving him an unobstructed view.

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He took hold of my wrist and l pulled me onto his lap. As I settled into position I could clearly feel the stiffness in his trousers as it pushed into my soft flesh. He paused for several moments, obviously having a good look at my pert little bottom. And then he began to stroke my bottom cheeks. My breathing began to grow shallow as the sensations from his stroking and the sexual tension in the room began to transmit to my pussy. I shifted positions slightly, allowing my thighs to part as I did so which gave him a view along my entire slit. I felt his cock twitch beneath me.

"And now for your punishment." He announced.

The smacks which he delivered were enough to sting, but were nothing compared to what Neil, or even Alan had given me. Nevertheless I squealed with each blow, sounding still like a naughty little girl. I started to sob with each blow, and before long my eyes had begun to water. Tears started to run down my cheeks.
"Tell me how sorry you are, Alison"
"Oh I'm really sorry Sir.", I sobbed. "I'm sorry I messed up the papers Sir, and I'm so sorry I used such bad language Sir. I won't do it again Sir, I promise. Please Sir, no more. Please Sir, it hurts."
"What hurts more Alison, your bottom or your pride?" He said, a clear tone of amusement in his voice.
"My bottom Sir. I'm ashamed of my behaviour Sir. I promise I'll be good Sir."
"You had better be my girl, or you'll be over my knee again do you understand?"
"Yes Sir, I will be good Sir. Thank you Sir."
He had stopped spanking me now. I could feel the warmth in my bottom from his slaps, and knew that my cheeks would be pink from his punishment. I assumed that it was all over, and he'd had his fun and started to stand up.

"Where do you think you're going?", he snapped, "I'm not finished with you yet."
"Sorry Sir.", I said and settled back into position.
"You think that's it do you? I need to be sure of something first." And as he said this he began to stroke my bottom again. His hand slipped down to my leg and began to stroke first the back of my thighs, and then the inside of them. I opened my thighs a little to give him access, and then he said, "I've heard of girls like you who actually enjoy being punished. Are you one of those dirty, disgusting little girls Alison, who like to be spanked? Well, are you girl?"
"No Sir." I lied.
"Well let's make sure shall we." And he slid his hand between my legs and began to stroke the lips of my pussy.

"Oh no Sir, please don't. I've said I'm sorry, please don't do this to me Sir." I was playing the part well, and I knew it. His fingers started to probe between my lips. I knew I was wet. I continued to moan and whine, but now I also started to squirm around on his lap. This caused my legs to open further giving him easier access to my most private parts. I felt a finger penetrate me. It slipped in easily to my well-lubricated hole.
"Well what do we have here, Alison?"
"I'm sorry Sir." I whispered.
"It seems to me that this was no punishment at all. I really do believe that you've enjoyed the whole experience. Is that right, young lady?" His finger continued to penetrate my hot little hole sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me. I was already very aroused, his gentle probing of my pussy was causing my brain to fog.

"Yes Sir, er, I mean no Sir.", I stammered. "I really can't help it Sir. I'm really sorry Sir. Please forgive me Sir."
Suddenly, his finger slipped from my hole, and travelled along my wet slit. The moment it touched my clit I let out an involuntary moan of pleasure and spread my legs further to prolong the pleasure.
"You really are a disgusting little girl aren't you?", he said, his finger still stroking my clit. "I would never have believed it of you Alison. First the bad language, and now this. I really don't think you are the sort of person I want working in my college. I think I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
"Oh, please Sir, no. Don't make me leave Sir, this is my first job and I desperately want to stay. I'll do anything if you let me stay Sir, I promise." His finger had brought me to the very brink of a powerful orgasm, and my humiliation at begging him in such a way drove me over the brink. I moaned as my climax started and clamped my legs together onto his hand. I bucked my hips, rubbing his finger against my clit, I began to cry out loud "Oh God, I'm coming. Please Sir, don't stop, oh please Sir, please Sir." My body shook with the strength of my climax. And then I collapsed over his knee, sobs racking my body as the waves subsided.
I began to regain my breath, and started to rise from his lap.

"Yes, stand up Alison. Stand up, and then hands behind your head and feet apart while I consider what I am going to do with you." I did as I was told, standing a few feet in front of him, my hands clasped behind my head, pushing my breasts towards him. My feet were shoulder width apart, which gave him a perfect view along my swollen, wet slit.
He stood up and began to slowly walk around me, examining each part of my body as he did so. First he focused on my face, pink and tear stained from my climax. Then he stood behind me examining my hair, my back and my bottom, still pink from the spanking. Then he stood in front of me and ran his eyes up and down my entire body.

He reached out and began to fondle my breast. Stroking the nipple, making it harden, then cupping the weight of my breast.
"So you are desperate to stay to the end of term, are you?"
"Yes Sir."
"And you'll do anything to be allowed to do so, is that correct."
"Yes Sir. Anything."

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His hand now left my breast and began to stroke my soft belly. He moved a step closer, and then looked directly into my eyes before pushing his hand between my legs once more. I drew in a deep breath, and looked away from him.

"If I allow you to stay, it would be on the condition that you come to me for further correction at any time I see fit. Understand?"
"Yes Sir." Alan would be most pleased at this, I knew. The prospect of further humiliation for me seemed to delight him.
"And the correction would be in a manner of my choosing."
"Yes, Sir."
"Very well then. Bend over my desk."

I immediately went over to his desk and bent over it feeling the cool of the varnished surface on my hard nipples. I pushed my bottom up as high as I could, giving him the perfect view of my bum and pussy. I heard him move behind me, and then I heard the unmistakable sound of a zip being lowered.
"You have had your fun today Alison, I think it's only fair that I have mine, don't you?"
"Yes Sir", I said into the surface of the desk.

He pushed my legs further apart, and then ran his hands over my bum cheeks, before placing a thumb on each side of my pussy and spreading my lips apart. Then I felt the tip of his cock touching my pussy. It was thicker than Alan's, almost as thick as Neil's. I braced myself, hoping that it wasn't as long as Neil's, and waited for him to enter me fully. He put his hands onto the small of my back and pressed down, causing my bum cheeks to swell. And then he started to enter me. Instinctively I arched my back pushing my pussy up to meet him. He grunted with pleasure as the walls of my tunnel constricted, gripping his member. He continued to push into me, slowly, as if relishing the feelings. I began to respond, groaning loudly. And then he was in fully. I felt full, but not stretched, as I did when Neil had taken me. I began to relax more.

He slowly withdrew and I heard myself moaning with pleasure. I hadn't come with a prick inside me for several days, and the feelings were beginning to build within me. He began to build up a steady rhythm, still pressing on my back and pumping into me with long, powerful strokes. He would grunt as he reached the top of each stroke. The he reached forward and grabbed hold of my breasts, mauling them and gently pinching my nipples. I could feel another climax building, and began to thrust my bottom back onto him as he pushed in. And then I felt him coming inside me, hot splashes of jism shooting up into me. I felt my pussy contract onto his prick as my second climax grabbed me, I heard him grunting with pleasure, and then he stopped, and I could hear his heavy breathing and feel his hot breath on my back.

After a few moments he withdrew. I made to stand up, but he pushed me down saying "No, stay there until I give you permission."
I remained there, my own breathing still ragged, bent over his desk, legs apart. I could already feel his jism beginning to run out of my pussy. I thought what a sight I must be! I heard him zip up his trousers, and then he told me to stand up.

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I did so and turned to face him. "You will come here every morning before college and I will decide if you are to receive any discipline that day. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir." I said, head bowed. I had played the part pretty well this far, and I wasn't going to give the game away now.
"Now you can leave."
I decided to give him one last quick thrill. "Can I put my clothes back on please Sir?" I said, with a nervous tremble in my voice.

"Very well. But be quick about it. I'll see you first thing on Monday morning. Don't be late." He barked.
"No Sir, I mean yes Sir. Thank you Sir." I stammered as I quickly pulled on my knickers, retrieved my dress and pulled it on, fastening the buttons incorrectly as I did so. When I looked up at him he had gone back to his desk and appeared busy reading papers. I made my way out of the office, and headed for the nearest toilet. Once there I looked at my watch. There was nearly an hour left until end of college. I settled myself into one of the cubicles, and waited for the bell to ring. I started to think about what the evening might hold, and was amazed when I started to feel randy again!

I heard the end of college bell ring, and made my way to the staff room to meet Alan. I caught sight of myself in the mirror, and paused momentarily to adjust my clothing. In the staff room Alan gave me a questioning look, "Been busy, have you?"
"Just a bit", I said meaningfully.
We left college straight away, and once in the car I had to relate the entire story, from the moment he had left the office. I felt myself blushing as I retold the story. Alan was delighted. "That job is definitely mine now.", he crowed. "And he wants you back on Monday? The dirty old bastard! I told you he fancied you didn't I? You carry on humouring the old git until the job is definitely mine, got that?"

"Yes Alan", I said. I was now totally hooked. I craved the thrill of being humiliated, of being used and abused. My mind turned to the coming evening. "Are we still going out tonight?" I asked.
"Oh Yes", he said. "Neil, Keith and Lin are meeting at our place, and we'll meet up with the others later. You're in for quite a night tightarse!"
He was as good as his word. Once we got home I just had time for a quick meal, and then headed for the shower. When I came out of the bathroom in my bathrobe Neil was standing there waiting for me.
"All set for tonight then?", he asked. Anyone would have thought that we were talking about an ordinary night on the town, rather than an evening of shame and humiliation for me. I nodded in response.
"Alan tells me you've had quite an afternoon. Are you sure you're up to it then?"
"That depends on what you have in mind" I joked.

"Very good", he laughed. "Open up and let me have a look."
Naturally, I did so without hesitation.
"And the back."
I let the robe drop to the floor and turned round for his inspection.
"Nice."
The doorbell then rang, and I turned to look at Neil.
"Well you're not expecting me to get that are you?", he laughed.
"No. Of course." I said. I hurredly put on my robe and went to the front door. As I expected it was Keith and Lin.

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Lin was about the same age and height as me, but there the similarity ended. She had a fuller figure than me, with 'D' cup breasts, a small waist and full hips. Her yellow blonde hair was cut short, almost boyish, and her face was dominated by high cheek bones and large blue green eyes. Tonight she was wearing blue jeans and a black T-shirt. Usual attire for her. Keith was unremarkable in just about every way. Average height, average build, average looks, and on a good day, average intelligence. I had never really taken much notice of him. He didn't have much of a personality to speak of.


I opened the door wider to enable them to come on, and they made their way up to my flat, where Alan and Neil were waiting for them. I heard them greeting each other, and the sound of laughter coming from my living room. It didn't take much working out what they were laughing at.
I heard Alan calling out to me, and went into the living room, still in my bath robe. "Keith and Lin want to have a look at you. Take your robe off", he said without looking at me. I looked at them both. They were both waiting expectantly. Keith with a lecherous look on his face, Lin was openly gloating.
I hesitated, momentarily, then my nervous fingers were busy untying the belt of my robe. I took a deep breath and then pulled it open and let it fall to the floor. Even now, I wanted to cover myself up, and it took a great deal of will power to let my hands fall to my sides. They both began to giggle. I instinctively lowered my head, causing my hair to fall across my face, hiding my shame.

"Fucking hell!", Keith exclaimed. "I never would have fucking believed it. I thought you were having me on. When you said this toffee nosed bitch had been put in her place, I thought you were having me on. So you mean to say all that stuff you told us about was right then? About her taking it from both of you, up the arse and everything?"
"All true", said Neil triumphantly. "She'll do anything you tell her to do, wont you tight arse?"
"Yes Neil", I replied. I could hear my heart pounding, I felt completely humiliated, standing there stark naked in front of the four of them. I had never felt so aroused or excited.
"Oh, I've got to have some of this!" Keith exclaimed. He turned briefly to look at Lin, who said casually "Help yourself, love".

Then Keith walked over to me. He reached out both hands and began to maul my breasts roughly. "These aren't bad." he said to no one in particular, then made me turn around so that he could look at my bottom. I was expecting another mauling, but instead he gave my bottom a hard smack, which caused me to squeal and elicited a guffaw of laughter from them.
Then he said to me "I always thought you were too high and fucking mighty, too fucking stuck up. Not so fucking posh now, are you?" I hung my head in shame. He began to grope my bottom, then turned me round and thrust his hand between my legs. "Open 'em", he ordered, and I shifted my position, parting my thighs as I did so. Soon his fingers had prised apart the lips of my pussy, and he had found the wetness there. He ran a rough finger along my slit, and then began to tease my clit. My breathing began to quicken almost immediately, and he laughed out loud.

"You'll never believe this, but she's getting off on this, the dirty bitch."
"She loves it mate", Neil said. "I've had her fucking my finger until she came off before now. Wait 'til you see what she's like when she really gets going, I tell you, there's no stopping her. The more blatant the better."
"Does she give good head?", Keith asked,
"Yeah, pretty good. Why don't you try her out?" Neil said, sounding for all the world as if he were talking about test driving a car or something.
"Think I will." Keith murmured. "You don't mind do you love?" He asked Lin. She grinned. "Do what you like, you'll probably end up shagging her before the night is out anyway!"
Keith opened his jeans and sat down in an armchair. "Right then. Suck me off, and make it a good one"

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Alan, Neil and Lin all took seats and settled down to watch the show. I knelt between Keith's legs, took hold of the waistband of his jeans and pulled them and his underpants down to his mid thighs. His cock was half-erect, about the same length as Alan's, but circumcised. A deep purple head was swelling, and the veins along the side looked full. As I had done so many times to Alan and Neil, I took hold of his shaft and lowered my head onto his glans. I felt him shudder with pleasure as I began to work up and down on him with my tongue, stroking his balls with my free hand. Before too long I could recognise the signs that he was about to come, and then he shot streams of hot salty jism into my mouth. Without thinking I swallowed his load, and looked around for my next instruction.


Alan and Neil were smiling, amused by the look on Keith's face as anything else, but there was a strange look on Lin's face. I couldn't tell what emotion she was feeling.
A soon as Keith had regained his composure, Alan said "I bet you could do with a beer now, right?"
"Fucking right mate."
"Alison, go and get Keith a nice cool beer, and don't forget to say thank you." He laughed. Everyone else laughed too.
I stood up, said "Thank you Keith.", and went and fetched him a can of beer from the fridge in the kitchen. I brought it to him, still stark naked. He took it without even thanking me, instead, he opened the can, turned to Alan and Neil and said "Cheers!"
I was sent to fetch beers for Alan and Neil, and then asked Lin if she wanted one too. "No. You and I have got to get ready. Come with me."

I followed her into my bedroom and stood waiting for her to tell me what to do.
"You really enjoyed that didn't you?", she said. "Being told to do that to Keith. You really get off on this don't you?"
"I thought you did too?" I said.
"Yeah, kind of. It's more for Keith than for me. But you love it don't you?"
I couldn't deny it. "Yes. I suppose I do" I said.
"Right. Here's the rules for tonight then. You do exactly what I say, no matter what that is, right."
"Yes."
"No questions, no stalling."
"No".

"Fuck me, this will be good! If this goes well, you might be ordering me about next time. Fucking hell I'm hot!" As she spoke she started to remove her T-shirt. She had a low cut black bra on underneath, which she soon shed. Her breasts looked firm but heavy, and were capped with small brown nipples. Then her shoes, socks and jeans joined the pile on the floor. She stood there wearing only a pair of dark blue knickers.
"Take my knickers off.", She said.
I froze. I had never even thought of being with another woman. I didn't know for sure what she had in mind, but I was very uneasy with this new situation.
"Didn't you hear what I said? I want you to kneel in front of me and take my knickers off. Do it now."
I knelt down in front of her and reached up to the waistband of her knickers. I took hold of them and began to ease them down. Her blonde pubes soon came into view, and then her slit, which looked swollen and moist. I pulled her knickers down until they fell to the floor. Then she lay down on my bed, opened her legs and began to stroke her slit.

"Have you ever licked a woman?"
"No. Never."
"First time for everything then. You brought Keith off, its only right I get one as well. Get started."

I moved onto the bed, and between her legs. I had never seen a pussy this close up before, and I have to admit, I was fascinated. Her pussy was neat and tidy, the head of her clit just visible, her inner lips concealed. Her bush was neatly trimmed, and her lips were swollen with arousal. I breathed in the scent of her, and found that I was attracted to the aroma. I tentatively put out my tongue and licked along her slit. She groaned with pleasure and pushed her hips up to meet my tongue. I planted little kisses all along her slit, making her squirm with pleasure, then I took the plunge and pushed my tongue between her pussy lips and into her hot tunnel. She writhed around, groaning.

I was starting to enjoy myself. I let the tip of my tongue glide along her slit, over her little pee hole, and found her clit, which was already hard and jutting out from under its' hood. She went rigid and began to clutch at the bed covers. I slipped the middle finger of my right hand into her tunnel and began to slowly finger fuck her, then I sucked on her clit like it was a small prick, running my tongue over its' sensitive tip. Her hips began to buck wildly, and she grabbed hold of my hair and began to grind her pussy into my face. I was intoxicated by her scent and by the faintly metallic taste of her juices. Then she clamped her legs together on my head and wailed as her orgasm hit. I was close to coming myself, and slipped a finger between my lips, stroking my clit for a few moments before I too reached climax. Then we collapsed together, sobbing and gasping for breath.


After a few moments I looked up at her. She looked at me and we smiled at each other. This was going to be a memorable night.

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Chapter 10.


Lin and I lay on the bed for several minutes, recovering from our respective orgasms.
"That was a good one!", Lin smiled.
"Me too." I said quietly.
"You can do that again, some time soon."
"I'd love to." I murmured. Then Lin did something totally unexpected. She leant down and kissed me full on the lips. I was a little shocked, but found myself returning her kiss with a surprising passion. Her lips parted, and her tongue found its' way into my mouth. I returned the compliment, snaking my tongue into her mouth. She tasted sweet. Her skin felt warm and soft against mine. Her hand started to caress my breasts. I groaned out loud.

This was a new sensation for me. The gentleness of her feminine caresses were so different from the roughness of Alan, Neil and the others, that they quite literally took my breath away. Before too long I was panting and moaning, my hands found her firm breasts and began to cup and stroke them, I felt her nipples hardening beneath my touch. I was aware of her scent, delicate and pleasing. The warmth and smoothness of her skin were intoxicating me. My head was spinning. I was more aroused than I could ever remember being, I wasn't hot, in the way I was when Alan or Neil were having their way with me, but truly aroused. I was aware of far more than just my own body. I could hear her breathing, taste her breath, feel her pulse.
Suddenly, she broke the kiss. She too was breathing heavily. I could see her beautiful breasts rise and fall rapidly. She looked at me with a meaningful look and said, "We'd better stop this now, or we'll never leave the room! Come on, lets get you ready for tonight, we can do more of this later."

We both stood up. Lin pulled on her knickers, and I felt a small pang of disappointment as her blond bush disappeared from my view. Then her bra, T-shirt and jeans were back on, and she stood looking at me as she had before, with a superior air.
She stood and watched as I brushed my hair and applied a little make-up, still completely naked. The she selected my clothes for the evening. White knickers, (naturally, I had no other kind left), blue jeans, trainers, but no socks, and a white T-shirt. I wasn't allowed a bra. A blue denim jacket completed my outfit for the evening. We went back into the living room where Alan, Neil and Keith were still waiting, drinking beer.
"Are you two finally ready then?" Neil asked irritably. "Only you've been in there ages."
"A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do." Lin retorted, ignoring the looks which passed between the three men. "Come on then, lets go."

"Where are we going?" I asked.
Neil mentioned a name, I'd never heard of it.
"Where's that?"
"It's a village about 15 miles from here." Lin explained. "No-one will know you there. It's got a great little pub. The others will meet us there."
We all got into Lin's car, which wasn't a big one. Lin was driving, Keith in the front. I was in the back between Alan and Neil. The car hadn't reached the end of the road, before they were at me. Neil had his hand up my T-shirt and was squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples, while Alan had his cock out, and had wrapped my hand around it, making me wank him off as we went along.

After about five minutes of this they changes over, and my hand was then wrapped around Neil's rapidly swelling organ. As we stopped at some traffic lights Keith and Lin both looked round at us and grinned.

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"Enjoying yourself?" Keith asked no-one in particular. Alan and Neil both laughed. I didn't respond. We had reached the outskirts of the city now, and the traffic was much thinner. As the car picked up speed, Neil decided that it would be fun for me to 'show some flesh' as we went along, and so my T-shirt was lifted to reveal my breasts. Keith turned round at this to have a really good look. I felt my face start to flush, and I marvelled again at my transformation. As if I hadn't already done enough out of character, I was now travelling along in full public view with my breasts exposed, and two men happily playing with them as we went along.


The journey continued for perhaps another ten minutes before we started to enter a village. By this time, my nipples were as hard as bullets and I could feel dampness between my legs. Neil and Alan both opened their windows and the cool evening air made my nipples even harder. We pulled into the car park of a large pub, and everyone started to get out. I pulled my T-shirt down as I did so, and was sharply rebuked by Lin. "Don't ever do that again without permission, got that?"
"Yes Lin, I'm sorry."
"When we get inside, you will do exactly as I tell you. Got that?"
"Yes Lin."
I followed them as they led the way into the pub. As the door opened I felt a wave of hot air, smoke, the smell of lots of people and loud music all wash over me. My heart was racing. This was going to be the most extreme evening of my life…. so far.

We made our way through the crowded bar, and found the others seated at a large round table in one corner. As I had been promised, they were all there. Andy, a small weasel of a man was sat furthest from me. I had never liked him and as he surveyed me with his small dark eyes, I started to feel uncomfortable being around him. Richard was different again, a great bear of a man, with powerful arms, a head of dark shaggy hair and a half-eyed, sleepy look that gave the impression that he was not all there. Finally Paul, who pretended to be a Hell's Angel, but who really lived with his mum!
They all said hello in their usual way, before looking first at me, and then at Alan, Neil, Keith and Lin. It was Keith who broke the silence first.
"You'll never believe this, but it's all fucking true lads. I went round to Al's this afternoon and she stripped off in the middle of her living room, gave me a blow job and then thanked me and got me a beer! Fucking brill."
Andy looked sceptical. He turned to me "Is this right then?"
My face flushed. I nodded.

"So, you're up for anything then, like they've been telling us?"
I nodded again. I couldn't look them in the eyes, and so kept my gaze down to the wooden floor boards of the bar.
"So is everything they've told us right then?" Paul asked.
"Like what." I asked.
"Did you shave your twat when Alan told you?"
I nodded.
"Did he put you over his knee and smack your bare arse?"
I nodded again.
"And did you really get off on that?"
"Yes."

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Then the questions came in a stampede.

"Did they both fuck you up the arse?"
"Did you wank yourself off while they watched?"
"Did you let Neil finger fuck you until you came?"
"Did you really let that dirty old bastard you work for look up your skirt?"
"Oh it got better than that today lads." Alan cut in. "She stripped for him, let him see the lot, then he smacked her arse and fucked her. Didn't he?" He looked at me. They all did.
I nodded yet again, unable to speak. Feeling totally humiliated, and fantastically sexy.
"And now we get to have some fun with you then." Andy had joined the conversation. "What made you change from being such a stuck up bitch to such a fucking toy then?"
"I don't know." This was entirely true, I had no idea what had made me throw away every principle and shred of dignity I'd had.

"She just loves a good fuck" Neil said. The others laughed, including Lin.
"Well she's come to the right place then, hasn't she." Andy said. More laughter.
"Right. Get off to the bar then and get us some drinks." Neil ordered.
"I can't." I said, "I don't have any money."
"Ask nicely, and I'll give you some." Andy said.
"Can I please have some money Andy."
"Show me your tits first." They all roared with laughter at this. I just sat there, unable to move until I felt a jab in my ribs and turned to see Lin next to me.
"You heard him, show him your tits. Come on, we don't have all bloody night."

I took a deep breath, and quickly looked around to see if anyone was watching. No-one seemed to be, and so I took hold of my T-shirt and quickly lifted it to expose my breasts to their hungry eyes. They cheered, making other people in the pub look round. I quickly dropped my shirt back into place.
"Not bad. Not fucking bad at all." Andy laughed. He handed me a £20 note and said "Get me a pint of bitter."
The others all gave me their orders, and I stood up to go to the bar. Lin pulled me back and said "Anyone gropes you, just ignore it, right."
I made my way to the bar, but had to fight my way through the other customers standing three deep. I'd made it to the bar, and was waiting to be served, when I felt a hand sliding across my bottom. I flinched and looked round to see a middle aged man standing there with a drunken grin on his face. "How are you then sweetheart?"

"Fine, thank you." I turned back to the bar, but he kept on groping my bum, squeezing each cheek in turn. I gritted my teeth, knowing that Lin was probably watching, and enjoying, my shame.
I managed to get served, but there were too many drinks for me to carry on my own, so I had to make several trips. On my second trip, the same drunk took his opportunity to have a good feel of my bum, smiling at me as he did so. When I started back towards the table, he was there again, only this time, he reached out and pinched my left nipple with his thumb and finger. He was obviously in a group, because several of the men around him started to laugh and egg him on. "Good on yer, Rog.

I reckon you've pulled there mate." I managed to get away from him, and returned to the table to find them all laughing themselves silly at my predicament. I had one more trip to make to get the last of the drinks, and I was dreading it. As I approached my drunken friend one of his mates called out "Look at this Rog, she can't get enough of you!".

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Roger was having the time of his life now. As I went past him he put his arms around me and grabbed both my breasts. I couldn't move because of the press of bodies, and so I had to stand there for what seemed like ages, while he squeezed my breasts and pinched my nipples which were still stiff from the car journey. Finally, I was able to shrug him off and got to the bar to collect the last two drinks. I held one in each hand and pressed my arms into my breasts as I started back past him, but this didn't deter him. This time he thrust one hand between my legs, and the other reached round to grab my bum again. I felt his fingers wriggling around in my crotch, whilst his other hand pushed my hips forward. I knew he could feel the lips of my pussy, and what was worse, I could see he knew it too.


I finally managed to get away from him, and as I did so, his friends were laughing and cheering, clapping him on the back and shaking his hand, like he was some sort of hero. By the time I made it back to the table I was on the verge of hysteria.
I turned to Lin and said "I don't think I can go through with this."
"You don't have any fucking choice. Now shut up and drink your beer."
I sat in silence and drank.
A short time later, and it was time for another round of drinks. This time Paul was providing the funds, and I had to lift my shirt again for his amusement. My head was spinning now, and I was dreading going back through the crowd at the bar. As I left the table however, I could see that my tormentor had moved away to another part of the bar. I quickly made my way through, ordered the drinks, and was lucky enough to get a tray this time so that I could carry all the drinks in one journey. Feeling pleased and relieved, I turned to head for the table with the tray in both hands only to come face to face with the groper again.

"Hello darlin'. Have you missed me?" His friends laughed again, and this time I noticed that they had formed a line on either side of me, four or five men long. As I pushed past he caught hold of one of the belt loops on my jeans, pulling me back. Then his free hand was on my bum and was pushing between my legs. I could feel him groping my pussy lips again. He enjoyed himself for a few seconds before passing me on to the next man. Then there were hands everywhere. My breasts were mauled and my nipples pinched, hands were thrust between my legs, and one even pinched my pussy lips through my jeans, which made me yelp. My bottom was stroked, squeezed and pinched until finally, there were tears of anguish and frustration running down my face, which was now bright red with embarrassment.
Finally they let me go, and I returned to my seat with a sob. I was just about ready to walk out when Lin said, "Come with me to the toilet."

I stood and followed her, giving the group at the bar a wide berth. Inside the cubicle she dropped her jeans and knickers and sat on the toilet. I had a brief glimpse of her neat blonde bush as she did so. Then the cubicle was filled with the sound of her urine hitting the porcelain.
"We brought you here because no-one will know you here. You'll never see them again. I don't see why you're getting so upset at this. After what Alan, Neil and your boss have done, I'd have thought this was nothing. So what, some drunken bastards gave you a bit of a goosing. It's nothing to what Neil's done to you, is it. Or Alan. Or any of the rest of them by the end of tonight. What's your problem? You like being humiliated, admit it. That's why you are here tonight, of your own free will, and not sat at home marking books or watching TV."
"It's alright for you, you weren't the one being mauled by that bunch of bastards while the rest of them, and you lot, looked on and laughed."

"Yes, but part of you enjoyed it, didn't you?"
I stopped. I certainly didn't feel like I'd had a good time, but then I wasn't completely used to being a total submissive. Now that I stopped and thought about what had just happened to me, I couldn't deny the thrill of humiliation that was coursing through my veins.
"Well?" Lin asked.
"Yes, I suppose so, but it all felt so out of control. There was nothing I could do to stop them. Supposing they'd started to undress me or something?" I'd meant this to sound as if it was the worst thing that could have happened, but the idea of being stripped by a bunch of total strangers was an immediate turn on. Lin could obviously see this from the look on my face.
"See what I mean? It depends on how you look at it. If you think of it as your fun too, then it's ok. Right?"
"Right." I was forced to admit.

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"I had to do what you've just done once. It was just Keith and me. We came to a pub like this one, and he made me go to the bar every time. I complained at first, but he just told me to enjoy it. By the end of the night I was going to the bar on the slightest pretext, buying peanuts, crisps, drinks, anything I could think of. It was the most fantastic, dirty feeling I've ever known, having all those men groping me. At the end of the night Keith made me take off my knickers and give them to the barman. They all stood and watched as I slid them down, thank God I'd been wearing a dress! The whole pub cheered when I handed them over, and the barman pinned them up for all to see, right over the bar. I get hot every time I think of that night, and I can't remember the number of times I've relived it in my mind. It was fantastic!"

"Jesus!, you really enjoyed it?"
"Cross my heart and hope to be spanked!" she giggled.

I considered my feelings. I'd been anticipating this evening all week. I knew I'd be humiliated, that was part of the fun. But I'd been expecting just John's friends, the ones I knew, not a whole pub full of total strangers. Nevertheless, I had to admit, if only to myself, that the thought of the mass-groping I'd just endured was a turn on. If I'd fantasised about what had just happened I'd have climaxed in seconds. Now I had a chance to do it all, and more.
"OK, so what's next?" I asked.
"Great! I knew you'd be up for it. You'll just have to wait and see what comes next!"
She had finished urinating, and wiped her pussy with some tissue before standing and pulling up her knickers as she did so. Again I had the briefest glimpse of her blonde honey pot before it was hidden by the blue cotton of her underwear.

She started to pull up her jeans, but must have noticed the look on my face and paused.
"What's the matter, you want a better look or something?"
I blushed. "As a matter of fact, yes" I said.
She smiled at me, dropped her hands to her sides and said "Help yourself".
My mouth had gone dry, and my fingers trembled slightly. I knelt in front of her and took hold of the waistband of her knickers. I started to pull them down, and felt a thrill of pleasure as her bush came into view. I pulled them down until they were half way down her thighs, then I just looked at her lovely quim. It was very neat. Her bush was neatly trimmed, and her outer lips fitted together perfectly, hiding her inner flower. Her clit was just barely visible at the top of her slit. I wanted to kiss it, lick it, push my tongue between those delicate folds. I could smell her, and this sent my pulse racing again. I was about to put my lips to hers when she pulled up her knickers, and then her jeans.

"That's enough for now. I might let you have another look later. Come on. We need to get back."
"No, wait, I need to go."
"You can't. I won't let you. Come on back with me now."
Feeling a little puzzled, I followed her back to the bar. We re-took our seats, and found someone else had bought the next round of drinks. I sipped mine, thinking of the conversation we had just had.
The conversation buzzed around me but I didn't take much part. I was still a bit shocked, not only by my treatment at the hands of so many strangers, but also by my reaction to it. I definitely felt randy now, and uppermost in my thoughts was the image of Lin's pussy.

"Come on, get that drink down, we're all waiting for you to finish so you can get another one in." It was Alan this time. They seemed to be taking it in turn to goad me tonight. They had insisted that I had drunk pints of beer all night, and I still had over half of mine left. Plus, I could feel the pressure building in my bladder.
"I'll be fine. I don't want another one yet" I said.
"You don't have the choice. Drink that down now, and get off to the bar."
I forced the remainder of the pint down and asked Alan for some money.
"What's the password then?" He laughed.

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I lifted my shirt again, and they cheered again. I took the money and made for the bar. The pub was much more crowded now, and there was a great mass of bodies between me and the bar. I'd pushed my way through until I was almost there, enduring any number of gropes to my breasts and bottom as I did so. My old friends were there again, although more drunk this time. Two of them caught me in between them sandwiching me and preventing me from moving forwards or backwards.

"We think you must like it here, love." One of them slurred.
"Please, just let me go to the bar would you."
"Not until we get a feel of your tits. We've seen you flashing them for that lot all night, now we want a quick feel."
Without waiting for a reply, one of them began to tug at the hem of my shirt. "My God!" I thought, "They're going to strip me!"

I struggled to get away, but they each had a firm grip on me. The one at my front had now got his hand inside my T-shirt and was pushing up. His hand closed on my left breast and began to squeeze it painfully. I squirmed and tried to get away, but his friend, who was behind me had now also got a hand inside my T-shirt and was busily groping for my right breast. They were both laughing now, and mauling my sensitive breasts. Just as quickly as they had started, they let go of me.

"Lovely pair of jugs you've got there love, really lovely. Come back later and let us have another feel, yes?"
I rearranged my shirt and went to the bar. Again, as I waited, some drunk started to grab my bottom. I didn't move, or look round, until the hand wound round my waist and began to find its' way between my legs. I turned instinctively to see who it was and came face to face with my earlier torturer, Roger. As I made eye contact with him he smiled and winked at me. I tried to push his hand away, but he was persistent. I tried to move away, turning and trying to evade the invading fingers. Then I felt his hand move up to the button of my jeans and begin to fumble with it. I felt the button pop open, and became desperate to get away. At that moment, the drinks order came, and I had to stay to pay for it. His hand continued to grope around my waist band, clearly feeling for the zip. I felt my heart race with alarm. I tried to push his hand away again, without success. The barman was taking an age to come back with my change, and all the time this stranger's hand was trying to undress me. I turned to him and said "Don't, please.", trying to look appealing to him. He just smiled again and said "It's only a little feel love. Nothing to worry about, is it?"

Finally I saw the barman returning. I held out a hand for the change, whilst trying to fend of the hand at my waist band. I took the change at the same moment I felt the fingers find the tab of my zip. A surge of adrenaline shot through me as the zip began to slowly descend. I grabbed the tray of drinks and turned sharply, causing my assailant to lose his grip. Now all I had to do was get back to the table without some other bastard trying the same trick. I tried to barge my way through, but they were too many for me and so I was reduced to calling "Excuse me please." Some moved to let me through, some recognised me from earlier and stopped me for a quick feel. All the hands went to my breasts, bottom or crotch, and then one with a familiar feel to it reached for my zip. I looked round anxiously, and was alarmed to see Roger again. By now, he looked seriously drunk, but his face was contorted with concentration as he fumbled to open my jeans. "That's it, love. Just a quick feel of your goodies. I know you wont mind" he slurred. A large group was in front of me, blocking my way back to the table, and paying no attention to me at all. Roger had found what he was looking for, and I heard the blood pounding in my ears as I felt the zip begin its' slow descent.

"There we are then. Nice and easy. You just stay there while I have a quick fumble, love. Won't be a minute."
When it was about half way down he let go and began to insert his hands into my jeans. I looked about frantically for an escape, but could see none. I called out to the group in front of me "Will you please excuse me.", but they either didn't hear or didn't care. All the time the invading fingers were pushing into my jeans. My only bit of luck seemed to be that the zip had held instead of lowering further. However, Roger had still got his hand into the position where he was pushing his fingers under the waist band of my knickers. I was desperate.
"Please let me go. Please don't do this. Please."

"It's just a bit of fun, love. Just a quick feel of your bits. I know you like it, come on, let me have a feel."
I tried one last time to lurch forward without success, and then I felt the fingers slip down, over my shaven mound, in one swift movement, and between my legs. I heard him grunt with satisfaction behind me and felt him pushing his body into mine.
"Oh, there we are. Lovely. Shaved it I see. Very nice."

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His fingers started to rub at the lips to my pussy, and then suddenly, one had slipped between my wet lips and found my clit. Waves of pleasure and humiliation swept through me. My knees almost collapsed. I wanted to scream, but knew I couldn't. Instead I stood there while a complete stranger rubbed my clit. Then he slipped his hand down further and I felt a finger penetrate my tunnel. I was unable to move at all, as he pushed his finger in and out of me.

"See, I told you you'd like it. Lovely and wet aren't you. Must be all that attention we've been giving you all night. I knew you liked it. You can tell, you know. Now lets have a quick feel of those lovely jugs of yours my darlin'."

His other hand now reached round and pushed under my T-shirt. Stupidly, I held on tight to the tray of drinks, and even lifted it out of the way of his ascending hand so that I wouldn't spill anything. His hand climbed quickly until he was able to cup first my left and then my right breast. He pinched my nipples again. Then he licked at my neck. I was absolutely paralysed.
"You're a bit tasty you, aren't you. Nice tits. I love a shaved pussy."
His fingers now returned to my clit and began to rub in long, even strokes from my clit to the entrance to my tunnel, and back again. My brain clouded as the sensations surged through me.
Then suddenly, I felt him withdraw his hands from my pussy and breasts. I was free to go.
"Thanks for that love. Lovely. Come back any time you want a quick feel won't you."
I staggered back to the table, trying to cover my half-open jeans with the drinks tray. When I finally did make it back Alan and Neil told me off for taking so long.

"What kept you? We've been waiting hours. Move your fat arse next time."
"What happened?", Lin asked.
I told her, briefly.
"What, he fingered you right here? Hands down the jeans and everything? Dirty old bugger!" and she giggled again.
"Lin, I need to go to the toilet really badly now."
"Yes, ok. But not the ladies. You have to use the gents. And not the cubicle, either. You have to stand at the urinal."
"Jesus Christ Lin. I can't do that. What if someone comes in?"

"Oh, they're bound to, it's really busy in here now. You've just got to do it, or else wet yourself."
The pressure in my bladder was building rapidly. I'd drunk quite a lot of liquid during the evening. I didn't want to suffer the indignity of wetting myself in front of them all, and so I reluctantly stood and started to make my way to the gents toilet on the other side of the bar. Lin caught hold of my arm before I could leave.
"And make sure you drop your jeans and knickers to at least your knees. I want your audience to have a good view. And make sure you ask permission to use the urinal.
My mind was racing as I made my way to the toilets. I had just been ordered to put on a pee show for anyone who happened to wander in. My body was still recovering from having my most intimate places played with in a public bar, and now I was off to show them to anyone and everyone.

I stopped a few feet from the entrance to the gents. I could still go back. I could sneak into the ladies and relieve myself. But then if Lin found out, what other form of torture would she think up for me?
I took a deep breath and made my way to the door. I pushed it open and was hit by the smell of urine and the sound of voices. There must have been six men in there. They turned round to look in my direction as I went in.
"Fuckin' hell. What are you doin' in 'ere love?"
"Could I use the toilet please?" I stammered.
"Help yourself darlin'"

With my heart pumping like an express train I went to the urinal, turned my back to it and began to open my jeans. "If I'm going to do this, then I might as well make a real show of it.", I thought.
I pushed my jeans down, past my knees, to my ankles. Then I took hold of my knickers and pushed them down too. There was a stunned silence in the toilet as they all watched intently. I squatted down so as not to pee in my own jeans, then I let my muscles relax, and I started to pee. I could hear the flow as it struck the porcelain and I sighed out loud at the release of the pressure inside me. For a moment, I had forgotten my audience, but then one of them said. "Fuck me, she's shaven. Come and have a look, her cunt's completely bald." They all gathered round watching me pee into the urinal, making various lewd comments about my body.

Finally, I had finished. I quickly pulled up my knickers and jeans, and practically ran from the toilets. I quickly made my way back to the table, and rejoined the group.
"Right, finish your drink, we're going." Lin said.
"Going where?"
"Back to your place, stupid. The night's just getting started."

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Chapter 11.


I finished my drink as quickly as I could. I wasn't used to drinking beer, not in these quantities anyway, and as I stood to leave the table I staggered slightly. Keith grabbed hold of my arm to steady me, and then pulled me close into him, slipping his arm round my waist as he did so. We stood for a few moments, waiting for the others to get ready, and I felt his hand drop from my waist to my hips, and then to my bottom. He was stroking and kneading my bottom in full view of anyone who cared to watch. Then he 'passed' me over to Paul, who started to do the same.
Finally everyone was ready to leave, and I followed Alan, Neil Keith and Lin out of the pub. Paul's hand was still on my bottom as we walked out. "Nice arse." He muttered in my ear as we walked. "Can't wait to give it a bit of punishment."

It was dark as we left the pub, and the cool night air was refreshing, and brought back some of my senses. I hadn't been allowed to put my jacket on, and the coolness of the air made my nipples harden again. It had started to rain quite heavily, and this also helped to offset the effects of the beer I had drunk. Nevertheless, I still felt lightheaded from the beer, and also the effects of an evening of almost constant manhandling.
We made our way to the cars. No one seemed to be in any hurry, as we walked quite slowly across the car park. Then I realised why. The rain had started to soak into my T-shirt, causing it to cling to my body and go almost transparent. I wasn't the only one who had noticed this, as they all took a good look at my chest. I looked down, and I could clearly see the pink of my nipples through the wet cotton. I shivered. Partly from the chill, partly from the sheer arousal the cold was causing to my stimulated nipples.
We reached Lin's car, and instead of opening the doors, she went instead to the boot. Opening this, she turned to me and said "Take your trainers off, and put them in here."

I did as I was told, and felt the chill from the car park puddles seep into my feet. My jacket was thrown in after my trainers, and then Lin said "Now the jeans. Take them off."
They had all gathered round in a circle to watch, clearly enjoying themselves. I opened the button of my jeans, lowered the zip, and then pushed them down to my ankles. I took them off and threw them into the boot, which Lin then slammed shut.
"Right then, who wants her in their car?"
Andy was first to respond. "You had her coming here, we'll have her on the way back. Fair enough?"
They all agreed that this was fair, without any reference to me of course. Andy turned and walked over to his car, Richard and Paul followed, and I padded along behind them wearing only a now very wet T-shirt, which left nothing to the imagination, and my white knickers, which were also in danger of becoming wet and transparent.

Andy's car was some distance away from Lin's, and they still seemed to be in no rush to get there. I looked back to see the others getting into Lin's car, huge grins on all of their faces.
We finally found Andy's car, and he opened the doors to let us all in. Andy was driving, Richard got into the front passenger seat, and Paul got in the back with me. I was shivering from the cold as Andy started the engine.
We started to pull away, and Paul immediately started to fondle my breasts through my T-shirt. After a few moments he said "Take that thing off, I want a good look."
I struggled in the back of the car to get the soaking shirt off, and then handed it to Paul, who dropped it onto the floor. Then I had to sit facing him as he stared at my breasts. He was clearly enjoying the view, and soon started to fondle and cup them, paying particular attention to my sensitive nipples. I started to feel the familiar sensations of arousal as he happily mauled me.

And then we had left the village, and there were no streetlights. "Turn the light on Andy, I can't see what I'm doing here." Paul called. Andy duly obliged, and we continued on our way with the inside of the car lit up so that anyone we passed would have a clear view of him groping my breasts.
"You play with them for a bit." He ordered. I started to gently squeeze and knead my breasts; I cupped them and stroked my nipples, becoming more and more randy as I did so.

Then Paul reached out and grabbed the waistband of my knickers. He pulled the elastic tight, and then peered down the front at my shaven mound. "Fucking great. She's as bald as a chimps arse down there, look."

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Richard turned in his seat to look, and Paul pulled the waistband lower. I was still playing with my breasts, and the look on Richard's face was one of pure lust. "Fucking stop the car, mate, I want to get in the back with these two."

The car stopped, and I was quickly joined in the back by Richard. I was now sandwiched between the two of them. Richard quickly grabbed hold of my knickers and removed them completely. I was now totally naked in the back of the car, which was still lit up for all to see.

Paul was the first to reach out for my pussy. He closed his hand over my hot slit, and began to stroke it up and down. Then he spread my lips with his fingers and bent over to have a good look. Richard joined him, and they both amused themselves for several minutes by playing with my sensitive little hole. They took it in turns to push a finger or two into me. They would withdraw their fingers and smell them, making crude remarks as they did so. Then Paul started to rub gently on the head of my clit and I moaned out loud. Soon I was writhing around on the back seat as the two of them tickled and stroked my slit. One would push his fingers into me, while the other played with my clit. All the time I had to keep on playing with my breasts. I was close to climax; I could feel it building within me. I had closed my eyes in concentration, trying to catch my climax. I opened them and saw that we had reached the outskirts of the city, and there were streetlights again. I yelped in horror, and tried to close my legs, but they wouldn't allow this. Instead, they made me put my legs over theirs, spread-eagling me. They continued to torment my aching pussy, and I continued playing with my breasts. I saw other cars on the road, and people walking along outside the car.

I begged them to let me cover up or at least put out the interior light, but they refused, and continued playing with my most intimate place. Then we stopped at some traffic lights. I looked around anxiously, hoping that no one would see me. The lights seemed to be taking hours to change. Paul and Richard then each put one of their legs over mine, effectively pinning me in position.
Then I heard the sound of shouts and whistles. I looked round and saw a group of men, perhaps six or eight of them. They had been walking along and had glanced into the lit up car, only to see me in the middle of the back seat spread wide, with the two of them busy fingering me.
They approached the car, and began to bang on the windows. I tried to hide my face, but I needn't have bothered. It wasn't my face they were looking at.
They were cheering and whistling as they looked in. Then the comments started.
"Fucking nice pussy. Open the doors mate, let us all have a go." Andy smiled at them, but shook his head, much to my relief.

"She's well fucking ready mate. You all going to poke her are you?" They all grinned back and nodded. "Fucking good on you. Give her one for me!"
"She's fucking well hot, look at her playing with her tits. Fucking lets have a go mate."
I couldn't take any more, and my orgasm hit. With all of them looking in at me, I began to buck and writhe around, gasping and moaning as I did so. They started cheering again, and were banging on the windows and roof of the car, laughing as they did so.
At this moment, the lights changed and the car started to move away. I had one last look at their faces leering at me through the windows of the car, before we were away.
We were close to my flat now, I started to recognise local landmarks. I was still recovering from my orgasm, but I knew we were only minutes away from the flat. I reached down and recovered my wet T-shirt and started pull it on.

"Who told you you could do that?" Richard snapped.
"No one. But we're nearly there. I have to put something on, I can't walk through the streets with nothing on."
"You will if I say so." Was the chilling response.
"Please let me put my T-shirt back on, at least until we get into the flat."
"OK, you can put it on, but not the knickers. I'm keeping those!" And with that he picked up my knickers from the floor of the car, sniffed at them, and put them into the pocket of his coat, smiling at me as he did so.
"Richard, I can't walk through the streets with just a wet T-shirt on.

Please. What if someone sees me? Please give me my knickers back, just until we get into the flat, then you can have them. Please?"
"No deal. Now shut up whining, or I'll make you run round the block a few times before we let you in."