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sarit11 · 02-07-2020, 01:29 PM

He grinned, sat back in his chair and motioned for me to continue. I gave him my most wanton look from under my eyelashes, then reached for the button of his trousers. I opened it then lowered the zip. He lifted his hips momentarily and I was able to slip his trousers down, revealing the now familiar grey/white underpants with the yellow stains on the front.

I was totally in his spell, revelling in the total humiliation he was inflicting on me. Nothing was too base, too disgusting for me to do that evening. I put my face into his crotch and drew his smell into my nostrils. He smelt of old man, musty, aged, urine-stained. I kissed the yellow patches on his underpants, feeling his cock twitch beneath the fabric.

I put out my tongue and ran it along the length of the stiffening member, over the slightly stiff yellow patches. He grunted. I ran the tips of my fingers over his scrotum, again marvelling at the sheer size of it. Then I slowly peeled down the front of his underpants until the head of his cock came into view. I leaned forward and began to plant tiny kisses over its’ head, then ran the tip of my tongue around his foreskin. His cock continued to grow and swell, his glans starting to appear from under his foreskin.
I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and started to wank his cock slowly, deliberately. He lifted his hips again so that I could slip his ageing underwear down. I pushed them down to his ankles, then started to kiss and lick his over-size ball bag. I felt the skin start to tighten and crinkle as I did so. I started to stroke and tickle his scrotum with one hand whilst wanking his erect sock with the other. Then I slipped my lips over the head of his cock and started to suck gently.

I felt his cock swelling in my mouth and I pulled my hand gently down, easing his foreskin back over his glans. I wrapped my tongue around his sensitive head and sucked eagerly. I felt his body stiffen, then relax into his chair as I built up a steady rhythm. In a few short moments he was fully erect, his shaft hot and throbbing and his glans swelling in my mouth.
I lifted my head from his cock, looked longingly into his eyes and said, “Are you going to come in my mouth, granddad?”
He grinned at me, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
I grinned back and nodded.
“Make it a good one for me then.”

I lowered my head and took his cock into my mouth once more. I sucked and lapped at his cock, wrapping my tongue around his glans. I bobbed my head up and down, wanking his cock and stroking his balls.
I could feel the tension building in him. With a sudden groan he started to empty his balls into my mouth. Spurt after spurt of hot, salty jism hit the back of my throat. I swallowed as quickly as I could, gulping down his thick seed. I had never known any man to produce as much in one go, and soon it started to overflow out of my mouth, running down my chin.
Finally, his cock subsided and started to relax. I let his softening cock slip from my mouth and looked up at him.
“Was that ok, granddad?” I said in my best ‘little girl’ voice.
“Wipe your chin.” He said, a broad grin on his face.

I ran my fingers across my chin, collecting the spilt semen, then as he watched I started to lick my fingers. His semen was incredibly thick and salty, it took me several moments to remove it all from my fingers. He watched me with a look of contentment and amusement on his face. When I had finally finished he said, “Are you happy now.”
“Yes, granddad.” I sang sweetly.
“I bet you’d like to have a quick fiddle with yourself before bed-time, though, wouldn’t you?”
I lowered my head, feigning shyness, “Yes please granddad.”
“Go on then.” He chuckled.

I lay back on the floor in front of him, spread my legs and began to stroke the lips of my pussy. I could feel the wetness as soon as I touched myself. I started to stroke my nipples with the other hand, feeling them tighten and swell beneath my touch. Then I slipped a finger between my pussy lips and found my hard little clit. Bolts of pleasure shot through me as I thrust my hips up, giving him an unobstructed view of my pussy and my sopping fingers.

sarit11 · 02-07-2020, 01:32 PM

I pushed two fingers into my hot hole and pressed my thumb down onto my clit. I started to gasp out loud as the waves of pleasure started to build. I looked up and saw granddad watching me, a lecherous smile on his face.

“Tell me how much you enjoy doing this.”
“Oh I love doing this. Showing myself off to a man. Playing with myself, while a man watches me, oh it’s so dirty.” I breathed.
“Have you done this for a lot of men?”
“Last weekend, Alan made me do it in front of a load of them. I had to tell them all about when I was a little girl, playing with myself in my bedroom at night.”
“I’d have loved to have had you when you were young. I bet you were really innocent, weren’t you?”
“I think so, yes.”
“Would you have liked me to play with you when you were young?”
Another thrill shot through me as I realised where this was going.

“Oh yes, granddad, I would have loved you to have played me when I was just a young girl.”
“How old were you when you first let a boy touch you?”
“I was fifteen when I first let a boy touch my boobs. His name was Michael, and he told me he loved me. I believed him, so one night I let him have a feel of my boobs. It was over my top at first, then later I let him put his hand inside my top.”
“Go on.”
“It felt nice, so I let him do it lots of times. Then he wanted to put his hands up my skirt, and I wouldn’t let him. He finished with me right after, then told all the other boys at college that he’d felt my breasts.”
“Who was the first to touch your cunt?”
“My boyfriend Joe. I was sixteen and he was so lovely. I let him feel my boobs lots of times, I even let him see them once or twice. Then he wanted to touch me there.”
“Say it.”

I gasped, more humiliation, more thrills. I carried on playing with my clit, burying two fingers deep inside me.
“He wanted to touch my pussy. One night he started to push his hand up my skirt, and I just let him. His hand went higher and higher. And then he reached the top of my legs. I remember opening my legs just a little bit, so he’d know it was ok. Then he put his hand over my pussy and just let it lie there. It was over my knickers, but I knew he could feel it, and it felt nice. I let him do it like that lots of times. And then one night we were in the park together, we’d found a quiet little place where no one could find us, and we’d go there just to be together. He’d had his hand inside my top, feeling my breasts, and then he’d put his hand up my skirt. I’d let him, like I usually did, and I’d started to like it. Then he started to wriggle his fingers, and that felt really nice. And then I realised that he was trying to get hold of the leg of my knickers. I knew what he was trying to do, and I decided to let him.”
“He started to pull the leg of my knickers to one side, and then he slipped his hand inside. He just touched me at first. Then he started to move his fingers around. It felt really nice. Then he found my clit. He didn’t know, of course, and I didn’t give him any sign, but when I felt his finger start to touch it I just melted inside. Then he found my hole and started to push a finger into me. I was really embarrasses because I was wet down there, so I told him to stop.”

“But you let him finger you lots of times after that?”
“Yes. I’d let him touch me whenever he liked really.”
“Did you let him fuck you?”
“Yes. He was the first one. I let him make love to me.”
“But wouldn’t you have liked it if I’d been doing it to you?”
“Oh yes, granddad. I’d have loved it if you’d have been there to play with me, to teach me.”
“What would you have liked me to do?”
“I would have come to your shop straight after college, and you’d have taken me into the store room, like you did the other day. I’d have come to you, and sat on your lap while I told you all about what I’d done that day.”
“Go on.”
“I’d have done anything for you, granddad, and I’d have liked it when you started to touch me.”
“Touch you where?”

I groaned. I was building to a massive orgasm, but I wanted to hold it off for a while yet, this was getting too enjoyable!
“You’d have felt my breasts first. You’d have stroked them, and felt them and said nice things about them, like, ‘these are very pretty, Alison’. Then you’d have opened one or two of the buttons on my blouse and slipped your hand inside, and pulled my bra cup aside and run your lovely, rough hands all over my tender young boobs. And you’d have said ‘ do you like this, Alison?’ and I’d have said ‘yes granddad’, and you’d have smiled at me, like I was a good girl. And then you would have stoked my leg, just above my knee, and slowly slid your hand higher until your thumb was just touching my most secret place. And I’d be sitting on your lap, with my blouse open, and you’d have been able to see my breasts, and your hand would be up my skirt, and you’d be just touching my pussy with your thumb. And I’d open my legs so you could reach easily, and you’d start to run your fingers along the gusset of my knickers, and I’d let you, granddad.”
“Would you have liked that?”

sarit11 · 02-07-2020, 01:33 PM

“Oh yes! Oh yes, granddad. I’d have loved that. I’d have sat there on your lap whole you stroked me and played with me, and I’d have opened my legs still further for you when you started to pull my knickers aside. And I’d have smiled at you as you started to feel my pussy, stroking the hair and feeling all over me, and then you’d push a finger between my lips, and I’d be wet, and you’d say ‘what do we have here Alison?’ And I’d say, ‘I’m sorry granddad, I can’t help it, I’m just a naughty girl, please forgive me’. But you’d say ‘I can’t let you off with this behaviour Alison, I must teach you a lesson.’ And then I’d have to stand up, and lift my college skirt right up, and then you’d pull my nice white college knickers down, and I’d have to go over your knee and you’d spank me for being a rude girl, and then you’d have to check again, to make sure I had learned my lesson, and you’d feel my pussy again, and tell me off for being so rude.”

I couldn’t hold off any longer. A massive orgasm shook my whole body as I pictured the fourteen year-old me being fondled and spanked by this dirty, repulsive, smelly little man. My entire body went completely rigid. I couldn’t breathe, I could hear nothing except the rushing of blood in my ears. Finally, the surges of pleasure started to subside, leaving only jangling nerves in their place. When I finally began to regain consciousness he was still there, grinning lewdly. I slipped my hand from my now sopping pussy and shook my fingers, relieving the cramp which had set in as I’d clamped my legs together on my own hand.
“Very good, Alison, very good indeed. I see you really do like the idea of being abused and humiliated. That’s why I think it would be good for you to go to one of Leroy’s parties.”
My head started to clear of the fog which had wrapped around my brain during my climax.
“What would I have to do?”

“Absolutely anything and everything you’re told to. Leroy holds the parties at some big old house on the outskirts of the city. Massive place it is, on about four floors. There’s usually about fifty guys invited, and about the same number of girls. All sorts of stuff goes on there, gambling, drinking, fighting, lots of deals get done there, and of course the girls have to make sure the men are happy. Most of the girls are prostitutes, I’m told they make a lot of money from one party, but they earn every penny, I assure you.”
“And I’d be one of these girls?”
“Yes. You’d be expected to please any man there, in any way he wanted. In short, you’d be just a convenient female body; a sex toy. Just what you want to be!”
“But would I be safe?”
“No one’s ever been killed at one of Leroy’s parties. No one would dare make that sort of trouble. But there’s no telling what you’d have to do, once you were there. All sorts of guys go to these things, some of them have pretty strange tastes! You up for it then?”

“I don’t know, I’ll have to ask Alan.”
“Alan will be fine with it, I know.”
“How do you know that?”
“He sent you to me, didn’t he? He likes the idea of you being used as a toy, believe me, provided you go back to him and tell him all about it afterwards. Shall I make the appointment with Leroy?”
“You mean for the party?”
“No, I mean for the audition.”
“Audition?”
“Sure. You don’t get to just stroll into one of Leroy’s parties. You have to convince him you’re good enough. I’ll arrange to take you over to his place, he can have a look at you, and if he’s happy he’ll let you in to play.”
I felt very uncertain about the whole idea. “Would Alan or you be there, I mean at the party?”
“No. I’d drop you off there on the Saturday afternoon and pick you up the following morning. You’d be on your own.”
“I really don’t know about this.”

“Relax. It’ll be fine. You’ll have a great time. I’ll make the appointment in the morning. Now let’s go to bed.”
I followed him dumbly to bed. Granddad seemed to have had enough of my body and so we both fell asleep almost at once. I was woken before dawn by him pushing my legs apart and rubbing the head of his stiff cock against my pussy lips.
“Come on, wake up and put some effort onto it, I haven’t got all day.” He barked at me.
Mumbling apologies I started to stroke his body, reaching down to stroke his shaft, rubbing it up and down my slit before positioning it against the opening to my tunnel. Then he drove into me with one swift push, burying his cock in me up to the hilt. I gasped, now fully awake, and began to move my hips in time to his thrusts. Clearly I wasn’t doing enough for him as he reached down, took hold of my left nipple and began to pinch and twist it. I yelped in pain and started to frantically kiss, lick and stroke his body. I reached down and began to fondle his balls, I tickled his arse, I licked his neck, kissed his ear, began to whisper to him.

sarit11 · 02-07-2020, 01:34 PM

“Oh granddad I love it when you take me like this, I love to feel your lovely hard cock pushing deep into me. I want to feel your come shooting deep into me from your lovely big balls. I want you to fill me up, like you did last time. I want to feel your come leaking out of me as I walk home, soaking the top of my legs. Come on granddad, shoot your lovely jism right up my hot, tight hole. I’m always hot and wet for you, granddad. You can shoot your load into me any time you want, do anything you want to me, make me do anything. You can strip me at any time, play with my body, make me play with myself for you until I come.”
“Would you have liked this when you were fourteen as well?”
With a shock I remembered the scene I had invented the night before for him. A thrill of revulsion and excitement ran through me.

“Oh, I’d have loved you to do this to me when I was young, granddad. I’d have loved you to be the first. The first to touch me, the first to see me, the first to have me. After you’d spanked me you’d find that I was still enjoying myself. You’d tell me off, but then you’d change. You’d make me lie down on the dirty floor of the store room, and you’d make me spread my legs wide for you. You’d be able to see everything, and I’d do anything you said, granddad. You’d make me lie there, and then you’d open my blouse and push my bra up over my breasts. You’d be able to see all of me, every little bit. And then you’d take your lovely, big, thick, stiff cock out of your trousers. I’d look at it, and I’d be afraid. ‘It’s too big granddad, it’ll hurt me’ I’d cry. But you’d say ‘just lie still Alison, just do as you’re told’. And I would, granddad, I’d do just what you told me to do, I’d have to. And you’d spread my legs wider, then run your fingers along my slit. And you’d push your finger into my hot tunnel, and I’d be really wet, and you’d feel me squirming around as you felt my pussy. Then you’d put the tip of your big, stiff cock against the entrance to my pussy, and I’d cry out ‘ don’t hurt me, granddad’ and you’d drive into me, taking me for the first time. No one has ever had me before. You’re the first granddad. I’ll remember you for ever.”

He grunted and then I felt him shoot his massive load deep into me. I felt spurt after spurt of his hot, sticky come shoot into me. Finally, he collapsed on top of me, gasping for breath.
After a moment or two he rolled off me. He lay on his back for a few seconds, then reached for his cigarettes. He lit one, blew a cloud of smoke towards the ceiling then said, “What are you waiting for, a letter of thanks or something?”
I looked at him quizzically.
“I have to go to work now, and I’m not leaving you lying in bed like some lazy bitch. Get your kit on and bugger off. I’ll come and see you later, tonight maybe.”
I was stunned! I’d just given the dirty old bastard probably the best shag of his life and now he was literally ordering me to leave. My flash of temper must have showed on my face, because he said, “Although if you want to stay and have your arse smacked, I’m sure I can find time for that. Is that what you want?”
“No granddad.”

“Right, then get your fat arse out of my bed and bugger off.”
I got out of bed and padded off to the living room to retrieve my clothing. I had just pulled on my knickers when he came into the room. He took hold of my arm and marched me to the door muttering, “I don’t have time to wait around all day for a little tart like you, get out. Now!”
And with that he dragged me out of the living room. I reached out and tried to grab my skirt and blouse but he was too quick. Before I knew it we were out on the landing and then heading down the stairs. We reached the front door, he opened it and threw me out, slamming it shut behind me. I stood in a state of shock for a moment or two, until I realised that I was standing on his door step, in the thin morning light, wearing only a thin pair of cotton knickers.

I heard the sound of whistles and cheers and looked around to se a group of maybe five or six men standing at a nearby bus stop. I covered my breasts with my arms and turned to bang on the door. No response. I called through his letter box, “Granddad, please let me back in. Granddad, please, I don’t have any clothes on. Please don’t leave me out here granddad.”
No answer. After a few moments I realised that the old bastard wasn’t going to come back and let me in. I looked around me, the group at the bus stop were still calling and whistling. One of them started to walk towards me, a big, swarthy man, grinning broadly. I wasn’t about to hang around to be his plaything, so I scampered back to the flat.
When I reached my own front door I had another seemingly endless wait while I tried to wake Alan. As I stood there, shivering, one arm across my breasts the other hand jammed on the door bell a van load of building workers passed by. More cheers and whistles, accompanied this time by a chorus of comments and invitations.

sarit11 · 02-07-2020, 01:36 PM

“Did he throw you out then, darlin’? Come on over here, I’ll take care of you.”
“Is your pussy getting cold then, sweetheart? Why don’t you let me warm it up for you?”
“Plenty of space in the back of the van, love. Why don’t you let the lads keep your tits nice and warm. Come on over, we’ve got time before work starts.”
“I bet you’ve got a nice juicy cunt in there. Come on over and let us all have a look.”
Finally, an upstairs window opened and Alan’s head appeared.
“What the fuck do you want?”
“What do you think I want, dickhead? I want to come in, open the bloody door!”
Alan took his time, but finally opened the door, just as the driver of the builders van was opening his own door and getting out of the van.

I dived though the door, slamming it behind me, my heart racing.
“What the fuck happened to you?”
“The old bastard threw me out. Like this. Wouldn’t even let me get my things. Bastard! I had to make my way back here in just my knickers.”
“Anyone see you?”
I told him about the men at the bus stop, and the builders van. He giggled.
“It’s not funny.” I yelled.
“Yes it is! You running through the streets in just your knickers, trying to keep your tits covered while all those ‘rough, common types’ had a good look at you. Priceless! Maybe I should send you back out there, minus your knickers this time? Give them all a really good look?”

“No! Jesus Alan you wouldn’t do that. Please, don’t tease me, Alan. That would be too much.”
He looked thoughtful, “Ok, maybe some other time. What did the old bastard have you doing then?”
I told him about having to clean the flat, then cooking his meal, then about the card night and the three other old men.
“And they all had you? I bet that made you feel really dirty, didn’t it, being fondled and fucked by a bunch of geriatrics?”
“God, yes! I felt like a right slut. Nothing more than a piece of meat.”
Then I told him about Leroy’s party, and the suggestion that I should be given to Leroy.
He looked fascinated. “Fantastic! Imagine you being used by all those men. Have you ever even done it with a black man?”
“No.”

“You don’t like the idea, either, do you?”
“Not really. In the town where I grew up there were very few black people. Those that were there lived in the rough parts of the town. I was always being warned about going anywhere near them and my dad used to say to me ‘Don’t ever let me catch you with a black, right. If I ever see you with one of those people I’ll take the skin off your arse.’ I never went anywhere near them. Once though, I was with some friends and we were driving though that part of the town and we stopped at some traffic lights. Al these black guys surrounded the car and started saying the most disgusting, filthy things to us. We were scared stupid, and ever since then I’ve avoided black people whenever I could. I just don’t like them. So the thought of being used by a whole load of them as a toy is a bit scary.”
“I think it would be good for you to do this. Imagine how cheap and dirty you’d feel. Just imagine being used by dozens of big, black guys. Having to do whatever they want, just to keep them happy. How good would that be?”

I shuddered, then laughed out loud as I said, “Ok. I’ll do it.”
“I’ll phone the old man tonight. He can get it set up. Now, as you’ve woken me so early, and given me a hard-on by telling em about your evening with a bunch of dirty old me, I think you’d better give me a blow job before we have to get ready for work.”
He sat down in a chair and opened his bathrobe to reveal his stiff cock. I quickly went to work on him, sucking and licking for all I was worth until he emptied his balls into my mouth.
As he left to get ready for work he patted me on the bottom and said, “We need to hurry if we’re going to get the most out of you before you go back to John. I’ll speak to Neil and we’ll see if we can’t have some more fun with you, ok?”
I grinned back at him, “Fine by me.”

sarit11 · 02-07-2020, 01:46 PM

Chapter 15.

After Alan left me I made my way to the bathroom and ran the shower. As I let the deliciously hot water run over me I closed my eyes and thought of the events of last night. I shuddered as I remembered stripping for the four lecherous old men, letting them examine every intimate inch of my body before I put on a show for them, masturbating for them and begging for permission to come. I remembered how they’d laughed and teased me, then how they’d used me, enjoyed me.
Then I thought about granddad. He seemed to have the uncanny ability to make me say out loud all those things I’d only ever thought to myself in the past. I found the way he humiliated me so thrilling. I amazed myself as I remembered how enthusiastic I’d been to please him, cleaning his flat, cooking for him, then doing my best to make him come in my mouth. I remembered how I’d lay back, spread my legs and played with myself for his amusement. Then I remembered the fantasy scene I’d created at his urging.

I shuddered again as I remembered fantasizing about being a fourteen-year old girl again. Young, innocent and ready to be abused by him. I’d become so aroused at the thought of being abused as a child by him. And not just once, but twice, for I couldn’t deny I’d enjoyed the fantasy while he had me that morning. I shook my head in amazement.
I opened my eyes to see Alan standing there, watching me as I showered. He grinned at me and I smiled back.
“Are you going to join me?” I asked.
“No, not today. What were you daydreaming of? You looked a million miles away.”
“Oh, it was nothing.”
“Tell me.”
I sighed, then began to tell him about the fantasy. How I described the scene to granddad as I played with myself, and then later when he had me. I felt myself getting turned on again. My nipples began to stiffen despite the hot water running over them. Alan noticed this immediately, of course.
“You’re getting hot about this, aren’t you?”

I nodded.
“Well what are you going to do about it?” He laughed.
I smiled at him, then began to play with my breasts, cupping them, stroking them, circling my nipples with my fingers. I slipped a hand down to my shaven mound and began to tease my pussy lips. Then I spread them wide and brought my other hand down to stroke and tease my clit. I gasped as I realised how sensitive my hard little bud had become.
I looked up at Alan, who was enjoying the show. “Carry on telling me about how you get abused as a collegegirl.” He said as he took a seat, watching me all the time.
I started to tell him, detailing the scene as I’d described it to granddad. I became more and more aroused as I stood under the warm water, playing with myself and describing my abuse at the hands of a dirty old man, while Alan sat and watched me. I felt my climax start and I sank to my knees in the shower, my gasps and moans echoing around the bathroom.

As I began to recover Alan turned off the water and held a towel out for me. I stepped from the shower and wrapped myself in the towel, then padded off to my bedroom. Alan followed and sat on my bed watching as I dried myself.
“You’re incredible, you are. Just a few weeks ago you were a tight-arsed little feminist, now you’re the ultimate sex toy. Available to anyone, for anything at anytime – maybe we should call you Martini, you know, anytime, anyplace anywhere?!” He laughed.
I laughed with him. “That sounds like a glowing recommendation to me!”
“Is there anything you wouldn’t do, now? Anything at all?”
“Probably. I just can’t think what it might be right now! I know I’ve got less than three weeks to enjoy myself before I go back to being a normal, sensible woman again, so anything you can come up with I’m game for.”
He sat and watched as I dressed for work, a dark blue skirt and matching silk blouse. Naturally, I wore no bra, and just simple white knickers beneath. I didn’t bother with stockings. I slipped on a pair of shoes then turned to Alan and said, “Will I do?”

“You’ll do for me. Let’s go.”
We got in the car, it was my turn to drive. As we set off Alan said, “Are you up for a little game?”
“What kind of game?”
“Every time you stop at a red traffic light you have to open a button on your blouse. You up for it?”
I thought for a moment, then giggled. “Ok, you’re on.” I started to rack my brains, trying to think of the location of every set of traffic lights on our way to college. I thought I knew them all, and decided to take an alternative route, avoiding as many of them as possible.
I was starting to congratulate myself on outsmarting Alan, when I turned into a side street and came to an abrupt halt at a red light.
“First button.” Alan said cheerfully. I dutifully opened the topmost button on my blouse. After a moment or two the lights changed and I set off again. After the next turning I again came up to a set of lights on red. Alan watched happily as I opened the next button. I was now showing a lot more cleavage than I was used to doing. I started to wonder if I’d been wise to take Alan up on his suggestion.

sarit11 · 02-07-2020, 01:47 PM

My thoughts were cut short as I saw another set of lights in the distance. They were showing green and I put my foot down, trying to get though them before they changed. My luck ran out when I was about fifty yards from them, and I groaned as I watched them change to amber and then red. As I drew to a halt Alan turned to me and said smugly, “That’s one more button to go, please.”
I opened the button and looked down to see that my blouse was now open to below my breasts. I started to feel flustered as I realised that anyone looking in to the car would be able to see straight down my top.
We set off again and Alan made a show of looking closely, the said, “I can see your tits from here, nipples and all. Very nice, very nice indeed!”
“Stop it!” I hissed, “You’ll put me off my driving.”
“Does this put you off then?” He asked as he slipped his hand into my blouse and began to stroke his thumb over my nipple.
A jolt of pleasure ran through me. “Christ Alan, pack it in, will you?” I giggled.

He laughed to himself, then left me alone for the rest of the journey. I was acutely aware of my state of exposure, and tried to cover my breasts with my arm whenever anyone seemed to be looking at me. I felt myself starting to become aroused as I felt the breeze from the open car window start to play on my exposed nipples.
By the time we arrived at college I was well and truly turned on, and slightly disappointed that I hadn’t had to stop at any more traffic lights on the way! As I parked the car I remembered that the headmaster had told me to report to him for further punishment before college started. I mentioned this to Alan, before making my way to his office.
As I approached the door to the headmaster’s office, his secretary, Jean, called to me. “Were you looking to see the head, Alison?”
“Yes, he told me to come and see him first thing this morning.”

“I’m afraid that won’t be possible, he slipped and broke his ankle during the weekend. He’ll be away for the rest of the term, I’m afraid. He did ask that you sort out some files for him and do some summaries, I’ve got the list here. I’ve arranged cover for you while you do it. I thought a couple of days would be enough, is that ok?”
I looked at the list, “Yes, of course, this is fine. Yes, two days should be enough, thanks Jean.” I couldn’t believe my luck. The old goat was away for the rest of the term, I’d never have to see him again! I made my way to the staff room and made myself a coffee, then returned to the head’s office and started to sort through the files. I worked steadily, and before I knew it the end of college bell rang. I made my way to the car, where Alan was already waiting, looking well pleased with himself.
“I’ve got the head of department job. I got a call at lunchtime from the head. Said he was sure I’d do a good job. Lots of work to do now though, I need to catch up with what’s been going on. Come on, I haven’t got all day!”

We drove home in almost complete silence. As soon as we got back to the flat Alan disappeared to his own rooms and that was the last I saw of him. I spent the evening marking some books, then watched tv for a while then took myself off to bed. It was the first evening I’d had no sexual activity for weeks, and I felt distinctly odd as I got into bed.
I couldn’t sleep. After about an hour of tossing and turning I started to think of some of the things I’d done since that first night with Alan. In just a few moments I was extremely randy. I toyed with the idea of going up to Alan’s room and asking him to have me, but instead I started to play with my pussy, which was already sopping wet. I stroked and teased my stiff little clit until I climaxed. Only then could I get to sleep.
The next day was almost identical. We drove to work in silence, Alan spending the entire journey reading reports. I went straight to the head’s office and carried on working until the end of college bell rang, we drove home in silence and I spent the evening alone before bringing myself off in bed again.

The following day we drove to work in silence again, Alan still immersed in his reports. When we reached college I handed in the finished reports and went back to teaching. The classes were completely normal. As the lunch bell rang the students filed out and I started to tidy the room. I heard the door open and looked ‘round to see Adam Stuart closing the door behind him.
“Adam, what do you want?”
“Granddad said to come and say hello to you. He said you’d like it if I came and said hello to you, said you’d think it was friendly. Said you’d be friendly back.”
I looked at this horrible boy with utter contempt. I hated him more than I could express, and wanted nothing more than to slap his smug face.
“Well now you’ve said hello, you can go, can’t you?”
“That’s not very friendly, is it miss? Granddad said you’d be sure to be nice and friendly. Said you’d make me feel welcome.”

sarit11 · 02-07-2020, 01:48 PM

His smug smile was a challenge. He was enjoying embarrassing me, I knew. I wanted to tell him to go to hell, but before I could he reached out and groped my breast. “Granddad said you had a nice pair.” He grinned.
I was too shocked to move for a moment or two. I just stood there, uncomprehending as this arrogant fifteen year-old boy pawed my breast. Then something snapped in me. I slapped him across the face as hard as I could. “Get out!” I yelled. For a moment the smile faded, then seemed to come back even more self-satisfied than before. “You’ll be sorry you did that, bitch.” He snarled before stamping out of the room, slamming the door behind him. I felt pleased with myself, I’d enjoyed giving him what I felt he deserved.
The rest of the day passed without incident, and I met Alan at the end of the day as usual. “Am I going to see anything of you this evening, or are you going to be locked away with your reports again?” I demanded.
In response he gave me a sharp smack to my bottom and through gritted teeth said, “Don’t start to nag me. I’ll come to you when I want to, right?”

I looked around hurriedly to see if anyone had seen my chastisement. There was no one around, and I quickly apologised to Alan, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to nag you, it’s just that I’ve been alone for two nights on the trot now. I’m not used to it any more!” I grinned at him and he smiled back, then said, “Just get me home quick, I’ve got lots to do.”
Another drive home in silence. Once again when we arrived back at the flat Alan disappeared upstairs. I stormed around the flat, slamming doors and generally making as much noise as possible. I sat alone, fuming for what seemed like hours, then decided I would make myself something to eat. It was while I was cooking that I heard the phone ring. Alan took the call before I could get to it, and after he’d hung up he came down to speak to me.
“That was Tom Stuart on the phone. He’s as angry as hell with you, and he’s on the way over here.”
“What’s the matter with him?”
“Don’t play the innocent, you know perfectly well why he’s angry.”
“Alan, I promise you I don’t.”

“Tell me what happened at lunch time with Adam.”
And with that I realised why granddad was so angry. I told Alan what had happened, how Adam had groped me, and how I’d slapped his face and told him to get out. I suppose I half expected Alan to back me up. Instead he was appalled.
“You did what?” He yelled. “When did you become such a puritan? You’ve been fucked by every man you’ve spoken to for the last few weeks, and now you become virginal. Who the fuck do you think you are kidding Alison?”
“Alan, are you serious? He’s a fifteen year-old boy, who happens to be one of my students, and I can’t stand the little shit!”
“Who gives a fuck about that? Granddad, or whatever the hell you call him, sent Adam to you. It was your place to give the kid what he wanted, not humiliate him.”
“But it doesn’t matter if I’m humiliated, does it?”
“No it fucking doesn’t. You get off on that sort of thing, remember? You are supposed to oblige whenever and wherever, like Martini, right?”

“Alan, I can’t do this, not with him. God! He’s such an obnoxious little shit, honestly Alan, I just can’t do it.”
“Of course you can. This is what it’s all about. Having it off with a load of blokes is easy if you fancy them. Getting your arse smacked is easy if it doesn’t really matter who does it so long as they’re older than you. But this is real, proper humiliation, Alison. Imagine how it will feel when you have to submit to one of your students, and a particularly nasty one at that. You’ll be wanking yourself off about this for years, I tell you.”
“But Christ Alan, he’s fifteen. If anyone finds out, I could get sent to prison.”
“Who’s going to know? Oh he’ll tell his mates he’s had his teacher, but no one’s going to the security officer, I guarantee it. You just make sure the little bastard has a good time, in fact, you’d better make yourself available to him at all times from now on, got that?”
“I don’t know. I really don’t want to do this Alan.”

“The other morning I asked you if there was anything you absolutely would not do, and you couldn’t think of anything, remember?”
“Yes.” I said, quietly.
“So this is your next big event. Enjoy it, tight arse!”
“Please Alan, don’t make me do this.” I begged. Of course, he knew exactly what to say to put me on the spot.
“I can’t make you do anything, can I? Not really. But if you want to imagine I can, then I’m telling you straight: Alison, you have to take that boy to bed, and while you’re at it, tell him you’re sorry for slapping his face like that. Tell him he can do what he likes to you, whenever he likes. Got that? And you better make it convincing, because if you don’t I’ll make your arse pay for it, understand?”
I hung my head. This was what I needed to hear, to get me through this. “Yes Alan.” I mumbled.
“Good. Now they’ll be here any minute. Go and put on something nice. And remember, any nonsense and I’ll smack your pretty arse.”

sarit11 · 02-07-2020, 01:49 PM

“Yes Alan.” I scampered off to my bedroom to get ready. I looked at myself in the mirror. Could I really do this? It was one thing to be used and abused by Alan and his friends. Even letting granddad have his fun with me was exciting, but this was something else. I was about to let one of my fifteen year old students have his way with me. I was scared. I knew that it was against the law for an adult to have sex with a child, whether it was adult male, female child or the other way around. If this went wrong it would be more than a game.
The sudden raising of the stakes had an immediate effect on me. As I found when I changed my knickers for a fresh pair. I ran my fingertips over my slit, making sure I didn’t need to shave, and found that I was extremely wet. I dried myself as best I could, then put on a fresh pair of knickers. I started to wonder, how would a fifteen year-old boy imagine his teacher to dress after college? I decided on an outfit of T-shirt and jeans. Naturally, I wasn’t wearing a bra, and the adrenaline coursing through my veins made my nipples stand proud. I’d just finished getting ready when I the doorbell rang. I heard Alan going downstairs to answer it, and then I heard granddad’s voice as he walked up the stairs. He sounded angry, and I braced myself for what was to come.

I noticed that they all went into my living room instead of going up to Alan’s flat. I could hear then talking, but not what they were saying. Finally, my living room door opened and Alan called out, “Alison, get in here.” I knew if I went into that room there was no going back, I would end up being used and abused by Adam. I looked at myself again in the mirror and knew that I had to do this. I’d promised myself I’d do anything I could for the last three weeks of the game. Now I had to face Adam.
I took a deep breath. I knew this was going to be awful, but I also knew I’d be thrilled beyond belief by what was about to happen. I opened the bedroom door and made my way to the living room, where Alan, granddad and Adam waited for me. As I entered the room I saw Adam grin slyly, and granddad grinned too.
I looked at Alan. He was pretending to look stern. “Alison, Adam tells me you slapped his face earlier today. Is this correct?”
I decided to play angry, I thought it would make my eventual humiliation that bit sharper! “Yes, I slapped his face. It was exactly what he deserved for what he did.”
“And what exactly was that?”

“He took advantage. Started to touch me in a most inappropriate way. I won’t have that behaviour from a student. He needs to know his place.” I said haughtily.
“But you struck a student, Alison. Don’t you know what that could lead to? You could be sent to prison. A teacher assaulting a student; that’s a serious matter. If Mr. Stuart here decided to press charges, it would reflect very badly on you, but extremely badly on the college. I’m sure the headmaster wouldn’t want the good reputation of the college to be threatened.”
I tried to look contrite, concerned. “Well yes, I’m sure the headmaster would want to preserve the good name of the college, but I’m sure he wouldn’t want his staff to have to suffer…”
“I don’t think it is for you to assume what the headmaster would consider acceptable. I will decide in his absence what action needs to be taken here. Alison, I think an apology is in order. I think you should apologise to Adam, and perhaps that will remedy the situation.”

I turned to face Adam. He grinned at me, like he knew he’d won. I played the part to the hilt, doing my best to look hesitant, defeated.
“I’m sorry Adam, I apologise. I’m sorry I slapped your face.”
“I think you need to go a bit further than that, Alison.” Alan urged.
I knew what I had to do. “Adam, I’m so sorry I was so unfriendly. I’d really like to make it up to you. There’s no need for us to have a falling out over this, is there. Why don’t we just make up and be friends? I’ll be really nice to you, I promise. What do you say? Friends?”
He looked at me with disdain. “Well, I don’t know. You made me feel pretty stupid this afternoon. I don’t know if I’m ready to make friends.”
Alan and granddad looked at me. I knew what to do next.

“Adam, why don’t you come with me, and we’ll talk about this?” I held out my hand, inviting him to take it. With a sneer he took hold of my hand, I had to exercise all my self-control to take it, when all my instincts were to shun him.
I lead him to my bedroom, closing the door behind us I tried my best to be seductive. “I thought we might get to know each other a bit better in private.” I murmured. He just stood there, looking at me. “There’s no need for us to be enemies, surely” I said.
“I’m waiting to see what you have in mind.” He said, his self confidence was staggering. He looked at me like he owned me. I knew he had won. He knew it too, of course. All that remained was my surrender.
“Whatever you want.” Was my simple reply.

sarit11 · 02-07-2020, 01:50 PM

He grinned, a familiar, self-confident grin. God how I hated him! He reached out and began to fondle my breasts. I felt total revulsion at his touch. He ran his hands over my breasts, circling my nipples with his thumbnail. I felt them stiffen under his touch.
He chuckled to himself. “Nice tits. Gramps said you had a nice pair. You don’t like me feelin’ them do you?”
I shook my head, my teeth gritted, not trusting myself to speak.
“Too bad. If you’d just let me have a bit of a feel at lunchtime, I’d have gone away happy. As it is, you’re stuck here with me, and I can do what I like to you, can’t I?”
I didn’t respond. He gripped my nipples and twisted them. I cried out in shock and pain, grasping his hands, trying to ease the torment of my breasts.
“I said, I can do what I like to you, can’t I?” He said.
“Yes.” I said quietly.
“Say it.”

I decided that this was the moment, it was time to make my humiliating submission. “You’re right, you can do anything you like to me, Adam. Anything you want. I’m yours. Do what you want with me. I slapped your face and I know that was wrong. Now Alan, I mean Mr. Hughes, and granddad have told me that I must apologise to you, and make it up to you. You have every right to do whatever you want to me Adam, they’ve given you that right. I’ll do whatever you say. I only want to please you. Tell me what you want me to do, and I’ll do it. I’m yours to command. I’ll do whatever it takes to make it up to you, to prove how sorry I am for what I did to you. ”
He took a step back and looked me up and down. I felt so small, so insignificant as I stood there while this boy ran his eyes over me.
“You didn’t like it when I felt your tits today, did you?”
I shook my head, not wanting to speak. My whole body was trembling with shame and desire.
“Why don’t you get them out now then?”

I nodded, dumbly then pulled my T-shirt up over my head, exposing my breasts to his hungry gaze. I dropped it to the floor and stood there, topless for his amusement. He snickered, then reached out and started to run his fingers around my stiff nipples. I was on fire! I had never felt such shame and such desire. It was all I could do to stop myself from jumping on him.
He squeezed and caressed my naked breasts, teasing my nipples, grinning all the time. Then he said, “Why don’t you slip those jeans off, Alison?”
His use of my first name was a deliberate provocation. No matter that he was in my bedroom and I was half-naked, he was still my student. His use of my first name was the final challenge. I nodded my assent and started to unfasten my jeans. He looked on, a mildly amused look on his face. I opened my jeans, then pushed them down to my knees, sitting on my bed I pulled them off. I stood up, now wearing only my plain white knickers.

He walked around me, taking in the view. “Boring white knickers. I knew you’d wear something really boring. You’re a really boring kind of bitch, so it was predictable that you’d wear really boring knickers. God, you really are fuckin’ dull aren’t you?”
I felt totally humiliated as my student walked around me, looking me up and down.
“Take them off, I want to have a good look at you.”
I took a deep breath then pushed my knickers down over my hips and let them fall to the floor. I hung my head in shame as he took in the view.
“Nice pussy! I’d never have thought you’d shave it. I always imagined you as a bush monster with a big hairy cunt. Nice to see you keep it nice and clean. Are you feeling really embarrassed, standing stark bollock naked in front of me?”
I nodded.
“Not so fucking smart now, are you?”

He walked behind me, then he stroked my bottom. “Nice arse. I always thought you had a nice arse. I never thought I’d get to feel it though. Do you like having your arse felt?”
“Sometimes.”
“How about your pussy? Do you like having your pussy felt? Or do you prefer to play with it yourself? Gramps tells me you don’t mind putting on a bit of a show. Why don’t you do a little bit now, to entertain me?”
He smiled at me, enjoying my shame. I felt a thrill of fear run through me. He really did expect me to play with myself for his enjoyment, it never crossed his mind I might refuse, or even object in any way. I resigned myself to the worst and lay down on the bed. He positioned himself at the end of the bed and looked at me expectantly. Nervously I opened my thighs, slipped my hand down and started to play with my pussy. He snickered again as I pushed a finger into my slit. I felt a bolt of pure shame run though me as I felt the wetness there.

sarit11 · 02-07-2020, 01:51 PM

“You dirty, stuck up bitch. Just to think, you thought yourself too good to have the likes of me play with your tits, now look at you. Legs spread wide, fingering yourself while I watch you. Not so high and fucking mighty now, are you. Are you enjoying yourself? Tell me how you like to play with your cunt, bitch.”
This was becoming worse than I’d feared. I felt totally shamed and humiliated, but still I found it hugely exciting.
“I love to play with my cunt, Adam. It makes me so hot, and I love being watched while I do it. I’ll let anyone watch me while I play with my cunt. You can watch me any time. I owe it to you for being so nasty to you. Any time you like I’ll play with my cunt for you. Do you like to watch me, Adam? Would you like me to play with myself until I come? I will if you want me to, Adam. I’ll do anything you want me to do. I’m only here to make you happy Adam. You and any other man, I’m just a toy for any man to play with. Tell me what you want me to do Adam, and I’ll do it. I’m so sorry I was unfriendly to you today. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

He grinned at me, enjoying my total surrender to him. He watched me play with myself for a few minutes, then started to undress. He took off his T-shirt, then dropped his trousers and underwear. His stiff cock sprang loose as he undressed and I was surprised to see how well developed it was for a boy of his age. His cock must have been six inches long and was surrounded by a thin nest of light brown hair. He climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between my thighs. Then he lay on top of me, pushing his erect member into my crotch.
I reached down and stroked his cock, then positioned it at the entrance to my pussy. I looked up at him and he grinned at me again before driving his cock deep into me. He ploughed into me, taking me eagerly, ramming his hard cock into me rapidly. I stroked his bottom, feeling his hips rise and fall as he had me. Then he started to come, shouting out ‘bitch, bitch, bitch’ as he did so. I felt him shoot his semen into me, then he collapsed on top of me, gasping for breath.

After a few moments he rolled off me and lay gasping beside me, his cock softening as he did so.
“Go and get me my fags from my coat pocket.” He ordered.
“I’d rather you didn’t smoke.” I said.
“Who gives a fuck what you’d rather? Go and get me my fags, and be quick about it.”
I got up from the bed and reached for my bathrobe.
“Never mind about the bathrobe. Get out there and get me my fags. Now!”
I left the bedroom and made my way to the living room stark naked. As I opened the door I could see Alan and granddad, sitting chatting together, both of them drinking a beer. They both began to laugh as I entered the room. Granddad looked pleased.
“Is he giving you a good ride then?”

“What are you doing in here Alison? I told you to make Adam happy.” Alan scowled at me.
“I’m doing my best. He wants his cigarettes. I was just fetching them for him.”
I found his coat, then retrieved his cigarettes. I picked up an ashtray, then returned to the bedroom, where Adam was still stretched out on my bed, naked.
“Here are your cigarettes Adam.” I said pathetically, offering them to him. He took them without comment, took one out of the packet and lit it, blowing a huge cloud of smoke into the air.
I stood awkwardly, not knowing what to do. He lay back on my bed smoking, blowing the smoke up towards the ceiling. “Whose idea was it to shave your twat?”
“Alan’s, er, I mean, Mr. Hughes’.”
“He fucking you as well as gramps then?”
I nodded.
“Anyone else?”
“A few of Alan’s, I mean Mr. Hughes’ friends.”

“You’re a right little slut, aren’t you? Bit of a surprise really, cos you always look like the rest of the world is beneath you, like you wouldn’t think they were worthy enough to lick your shoes. And all the time you’re just a big, randy slut with a baldy twat. Funny that, don’t you think?”
I didn’t answer.
“You’ve got a nice body though, I’ll give you that. Nice tits and a tight little arse, and your cunt is good and tight too. Yeah, not bad at all.”
“You don’t say much, do you? That’s just as well I suppose. Who wants to listen to a posh bird like you ranting on about nothing worth listening to? Not me, that’s for sure. I hear enough from you in the classroom. Just think, from now on, every time I’m in one of your classes, I’ll be picturing you like you are now. With your kit off, your tits out and your bald little cunt on show. I’ll even imagine your tight little arse as you walk up and down the class. Won’t that be fun? You going on about Shakespeare and all that, and me just looking at you and picturing your cunt all naked and bald, or imagining your tits jiggling away as you write on the blackboard. I think I might even get to like your lessons. Maybe I’ll ask for extra tuition from you!”
He lit another cigarette, flicking ash onto the carpet.

sarit11 · 02-07-2020, 01:53 PM

I knew he was goading me, trying to get a reaction. I was determined not to let him win. “You can suck my dick while you’re doing nothing.” He laughed.
I climbed between his legs and began to kiss and lick his cock. It twitched in response then began to stiffen. I stroked his balls, watching as his scrotum tightened, then I took his cock into my mouth and began to suck and lick for all I was worth. In no time at all his cock was fully erect and stiff in my mouth.
“It’s funny to think of you as my teacher, especially now I’ve fucked you. I mean, here you are, sucking my dick, and I’m supposed to call you ‘miss’ all the time. I can’t really do that any more, can I? Now I’ve seen you with your kit off, and you’ve sucked my dick. How can I call you ‘miss’ now? What do you think?”
I let his cock slip from my mouth. “I don’t know Adam. It’s up to you. Call me what you like, I’ll do whatever you want me to do, and answer to whatever you call me.” I took his cock into my mouth again. I was thoroughly enjoying myself, debasing myself for my student.

“I’m going to come in your mouth in a minute, and you’re going to swallow it all, right?”
I nodded, keeping his cock in my mouth. Suddenly he grabbed my head, forcing me down onto his cock as he started to shoot into my mouth. I began to cough and splutter as his semen hit the back of my throat, but he kept a tight hold on my head, forcing me to swallow all of it. When he finally finished shooting his load into my mouth he sighed, then lay back on the bed and started to laugh.
“What’s so funny?” I demanded.
“Just you. The tight arsed teacher with no sense of humour. The miserable bitch who looked down her nose at all of us, and here you are, stark bollock naked sucking my dick ‘till I shoot my load down your throat, and you love it, don’t you?”

I had never felt so shamed, so cheap, so humiliated. I loved every moment of it and revelled in my disgrace. I played the part to the limit. I looked at Adam from under my eyelashes, my little girl look. “You won’t tell anyone, Adam, will you? Please don’t tell anyone, I couldn’t bear it if anyone found out. I’m sorry I was unfriendly, I won’t be like that any more, you’ll see. I’ll be ever so friendly from now on, Adam, really I will. Only please don’t tell anyone at college about this. It can be our secret. You can come and have me any time you like, any time at all, I’ll do whatever you want, I promise. I’ll be ever so friendly, and I’ll make you ever so happy, Adam. Only please, don’t tell anyone else at college Adam, please. I beg you.”
“Maybe I will, maybe I won’t. You’ll have to wait and see, won’t you.” He laughed again, enjoying my distress, revelling in my discomfort. He got up from the bed and started to dress. I took this as a signal to do the same, but he said, “I wouldn’t bother if I were you. Gramps wants to teach you a lesson.” Another laugh, then he walked from my bedroom whistling happily.

I followed him into the living room where Alan and granddad still waited. They both smiled as I walked into the room naked.
“Glad to see you know your place.” Granddad chuckled. “Now, young lady, I’ve a job for you. I want you to go to Alan and ask him to lend you one of his slippers. Can you do that?”
I looked at him as he smiled at me, then glanced at Adam who smirked back. “Oh no, please granddad, not that, please. Please, I’ve said I’m sorry to Adam. I’ve done my best to make it up to him please granddad, don’t do that to me, please.”
“You’re only delaying the inevitable, my girl. You need to be taught a lesson. You can’t go around slapping members of my family, simply because they decide to have a feel of your tits. That’s what they’re there for, you stupid girl. You’ve no right to complain if a man wants to have a feel of them. You need to understand that you are a toy. A toy to be played with by any man who wants to. That includes my grandsons. Now go and ask Alan if you can borrow his slipper, and stop being so silly.”
I shuffled over to Alan, stood in front of him and said in a low voice, “Can I borrow one of your slippers please, Alan?”

“Certainly Alison.“ He said, hugely amused.
I took the slipper from him and shuffled back to stand in front of granddad.
“Here is the slipper, granddad.” I mumbled. I heard Adam laugh.
“You’d better get over my knee then, hadn’t you?”
“Yes granddad.” I positioned myself over his knee, my bare bottom high in the air. He began to smack me with the slipper. I yelped with each blow, then he said to me, “Repeat after each blow, any man can feel my tits. Say it.”
“Any man can feel my tits. Owww! Any man can feel my tits. Ouch! Any man can feel my tits. Oh God! Any man can feel my tits.”
He carried on beating my bare bottom for many minutes. By the time he stopped I was sobbing, red faced, breathless, and crying out “Any man can feel my tits” with such feeling that there could be no doubt that I meant it.

sarit11 · 02-07-2020, 01:54 PM

“Right. Now I think you’ve got the message. Stand up.” I stood, rubbing my stinging bum, not caring that Adam or Alan were watching. He held out the slipper to me, “Take this to Adam and ask him to punish you for being so rude to him.”
I swallowed hard, then took the slipper and walked slowly over to Adam, who was grinning all over his face. I stood in front of him and said, “I’m sorry I was so rude to you Adam. Would you please punish my bottom to teach me a lesson.”
He started to laugh, then took the slipper and stood up. “Right then, bend over.”
I bent over, presenting my bare, stinging bottom to the amused fifteen year-old. He began to smack my bottom with the slipper, giggling as I gasped and groaned with each stroke. After maybe twenty blows he stopped, still laughing, saying, “I think that’ll do for now.”
“Did you know your teacher has a thing for having her arse smacked, Adam? She loves it, don’t you? It gets her all wet and slippery, isn’t that right, Alison? Well, tell the lad how you like to have your arse spanked. Go on, tell him, before I give you some more.”

I felt my face burn with shame. “I like to have my bottom spanked.” I mumbled.
“Louder! Say it louder, so we can all hear you.”
“I like to have my bottom spanked. It turns me on.” I said loudly.
“Is your pussy getting wet?”
“Yes.”
“Say it louder. Tell us all what a randy little bitch you are.”
“I love to have my bottom spanked. It turns me on and I get really hot. My pussy is getting wet.”
Adam laughed loudly. I felt myself blushing again.
“Well why don’t you play with it then. Give it a little fiddle, show us what you rude little girlies get up to. Tell us all about how you wish you’d met me when you were younger.”

I lay down on the floor in front of all of them and spread my legs wide, then started to stroke my clit. It was deliciously sensitive and my touch sent tiny electric jolts of pleasure through me. I cupped my breasts, teasing my nipples. I sucked my fingers into my mouth, tasting my own juices.
“Oh God. I love doing this for you. I feel so sexy when I do this, when I’m completely exposed and someone is watching me.”
“Tell us about your fantasy.”
“I imagine I’m fourteen. I have to go to your store every day after college. You touch me all the time, teasing me, touching my bottom, my breasts. You make me sit on your lap and you put your hand up my skirt. You feel my pussy, then you put your hand inside my knickers. You play with my pussy, stroking the lips, rubbing my clit until I’m so hot and turned on. You open my blouse and put your hand inside, feeling my breasts, pinching the nipples. Then you make me stand up. You tell me off for being so rude and naughty. You pull my knickers down and make me go over your knee, then you spank my bare bottom.

You can see my pussy, it’s open for you, and you touch it and find that I’m really turned on. Then you make me lie down on the floor, and you spread my legs wide so you can see everything, and you open my blouse and push my bra up, and my breasts are exposed for you to see. And then you take me. You drive your big, hard cock right up my pussy, and you keep on pushing it into me until you come, and I feel your come shooting up inside me. And then I have to get dressed and leave, but I know I’ll have to come back again the next day, and the next, and the next, ohhhhh yesssss!”
I writhed around on the floor as I climaxed, clamping my legs together on my hand as my orgasm broke over me. As the waves subsided I curled into a ball. When I opened my eyes the first thing I saw was Adam grinning at me.
“See what I mean Adam? Hot little bitch can’t get enough of it.”
“Fuck!, gramps, I wouldn’t have believed it. Fuck!, she loves this stuff, doesn’t she? Wait ‘till the lads at college hear about this!”

I looked at Adam, my face pleading with him not to share this with his friends. I knew it was a lost cause. As soon as Adam got into college I knew he’d be telling everyone about how he got to screw Miss Richards. Within hours everyone would know. The shame would be unbearable.
“Go and get some olive oil.” Granddad ordered. I went off to the kitchen and returned with a bottle. I handed it to him.
“Down on your hands and knees.”
I obeyed. Then I felt him pouring the oil onto my puckered little hole, then he began to rub it in, spreading my hole as he did so. I felt his cock nudging at my back door, and then he was pushing into me. I heard him grunting with each stroke. I glanced over at Adam and saw him watching, fascinated as his grandfather buried his cock in my bowels. Then he moved over and lay down in front of me, opening his trousers as he did so. I bent over and started to suck his cock as granddad continued to push into my bottom. Adam’s cock quickly became erect and I wrapped my hand around it and began to wank him into my mouth.

sarit11 · 02-07-2020, 01:55 PM

He groaned and started to thrust his hips up, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth. I felt granddad shudder then start to empty his seen into my bowels. At the same moment Adam started to come, shooting his load into my mouth. I swallowed all of his come and kept his cock in my mouth as it started to soften. Then I let him go and stood up as I felt granddad’s cock slip from my bottom.
They both stood up, fastening their trousers as they did so. Adam looked at me and grinned his sly grin, conveying his contempt effectively. I stood, naked, in my own living room as he looked at me, weighing me up and finding me almost useless. He walked past me as he left the room and reached out to slap my bottom. “Nice one Alison. See you at college tomorrow.” His laughter echoed around the room as he left. Granddad sniggered as he left, turning to me and saying, “That’s taught you a lesson, hasn’t it?” Then he turned to Alan and said, “Tomorrow night then?”
“About seven thirty.” Alan nodded.
I stood in the middle of my living room until I heard the door of the flat close behind them, then I turned to Alan, “What was that about tomorrow night?”
“Tom’s taking you for your audition for Leroy’s party.”

Another jolt of fear ran through me. I was going to audition to become a sex toy for a group of black men. But before then I had to get through a day at college, with Adam and all his friends sniggering about me, making remarks about my body, listening as he related the story of how I stripped for him, then played with my pussy, telling him I’d do anything for him, of how he had me, then made me suck him off while he lay on my bed and smoked. Then he’d tell them all how I was spanked by granddad, and then Adam himself. He’d tell them all about how granddad took my back door while I sucked him off again. Oh yes, he’d tell them all, every sordid little detail. By lunchtime every boy in the college would know about my shaven slit. I shuddered. “That little bastard is going to make my life a misery from now on. God help me.” Alan just laughed, “You’ll love it, don’t worry. Anyway, you said you wanted some action this evening. Now you’ve had some. Happy?”
“Oh sure. I’m over the moon.”

“Well, after all that I could do with a blow-job. Come and do the honours will you?”
I immediately went and knelt between his thighs, opened his trousers and brought his semi-erect cock out. I began to wank and kiss it, feeling it stiffen in my hand. In moments his cock was stiff and throbbing. I took it into my mouth and started to suck and lick it in the way I knew he liked. He sighed contentedly and gently stroked my hair as I bobbed and sucked away at him. I stroked his balls, using the tips of my fingers in tiny circles. I felt the skin of his scrotum tighten and he groaned softly. I knew he was starting to build to a climax. I felt his cock stiffen still further, and then with a twitch he was shooting his come into my mouth. I gripped his cock tightly and sucked hard on his glans. I swallowed all of his come, not taking his cock from my mouth until he had finished shooting into me. God! I loved the taste of his come!

As I lovingly put his cock back inside his trousers and gently fastened them up again he patted me on the head and said, “Good girl! You do it like that at your audition tomorrow and you’re sure to be accepted.”
I looked up at him and smiled nervously. “I still don’t know about this party thing.” I confessed, “The whole idea is a bit scary, really. I mean, just being there as a toy for a whole load of black men to use, not knowing anyone there. It’s a bit daunting, you know.”
“You’ll be fine. Besides, just think of it like this, whatever you do there, no one will know you, and you’ll never see them again afterwards, so there’s nothing to be afraid of, is there? And anyway, I spoke to Tom earlier, and he says it’s usually just a lot of sucking and fucking. Nothing weird, and nothing you can’t handle, ok?”
“I suppose so. Like I said, I’ve only got a few more days of this left, so I’m going to go for it!”
Alan went off to do more work and I went and showered. I thought of Adam as I washed the smell of him off me and shuddered. There was no way the little bugger was going to miss the opportunity to humiliate me. I just wondered how soon it would start.

I didn’t have to wait long. As I entered college the following morning Adam was standing with a group of other boys near the doorway. He grinned at me as he saw me approaching, “’Morning miss.” He said cheerfully.
“Morning.” I muttered as I hurried past him. There was a burst of laughter from the group. I took my first class of the day and as the students filed out at morning break Adam pushed his way past the last of them and into the classroom. He waited for the last of them to leave, then closed the door.
“Hi Alison. How are you today.”
“I’m fine, Adam, but don’t call me Alison here. It’s Miss Richards to you, right?”
He sauntered casually over to me, “Call you what I fuckin’ like, can’t I? There’s nothing you can do about it, is there?” He reached out and began to maul my left breast.
I felt myself going red. “Adam, not here. Someone might see.” I hissed.
“Shut up.” He said simply, and carried on mauling. “How come you don’t wear a bra any more?”
“I just prefer it this way.”

sarit11 · 02-07-2020, 01:55 PM

“No way! That’s not you at all. I reckon Alan Hughes has got something to do with it. Is that right? Tell me.”
“Yes. OK. Mr. Hughes does like me this way, satisfied?”
“Not yet. Show me your knickers.”
“What? No, Adam I can’t do that here!”
“Show me your knickers. Now!” He shouted.
“Alright! Alright, I’ll do it, only please keep your voice down. It won’t do either of us any good if someone comes in, will it?”
“Fair enough. Just get on with it.”
I swallowed nervously, then lifted my skirt. He stood back and took in the view, smiling to himself. “Still wearing boring white ones. Why don’t you wear something sexy tomorrow?”

I didn’t answer. He stepped forward and ran his hand up the inside of my thigh. I cringed at his touch. He pushed my thighs apart then ran his fingers along my slit, rubbing my knickers into my folds. I felt my clit start to stiffen in response. He sniggered. “You fuckin’ love having your cunt played with, don’t you?” He ran his thumb along my slit, lingering on my clit, laughing as I groaned. “Gramps said you were something else, now I know what he meant.”
He slid his hand under the waistband of my knickers and pushed it down between my legs. Then he pushed a finger between my pussy lips, rubbing from my tunnel to my clit. He ran his other hand over my breasts, pinching my nipples. I felt myself becoming aroused.
He pushed two fingers into my pussy, I gasped, I could feel how wet I was becoming. He opened a couple of buttons on my blouse and slipped his hand inside, groping my breasts. He chuckled to himself.
“Nice. Very nice indeed. Wait here for me at lunchtime, right? And keep your pussy nice and wet for me, ‘cos I’m going to fuck it ok?”

I felt waves of shame wash over me. I was standing in my class room, holding my skirt ‘round my waist while a fifteen year-old boy played with my pussy and breasts and told me casually that he would be back in an hour to have me. I almost came!
Adam abruptly pulled his hands out of my knickers and blouse and stood back, leaving me standing there still holding my skirt up for him.
“You can put it away for now, Alison.” He sneered, “But remember, I’ll be back at lunch time, so make sure you’re here, ok?”
I hurriedly dropped my skirt and smoothed it back into place, I couldn’t look him in the eyes, I just nodded. He turned and casually walked out of the room, leaving the door open as he did so. I collapsed into my chair, my entire body shaking with a mixture of shame and excitement.

I could hardly concentrate on my next class. I kept looking at my watch, waiting for lunchtime with a mixture of dread and longing. I was incredibly aroused, and the gentle touch of the cotton of my blouse against my stiff nipples was driving me crazy! Every time I moved tingles of pleasure ran from my breasts, I could feel the dampness of my knickers.
Time seemed to go so slowly, I kept looking at my watch, then the classroom clock. The lesson seemed to go on for ever. And then there were just five minutes to go. Then four, I told the class to finish their work and start packing away. Three minutes to go. I started to clean the black board, feeling the cotton stroke my nipples again. Two minutes. The lunch bell rang a minute or so early. The class stood up and started to file out. I sat down to wait, then stood again. I couldn’t settle. I looked around nervously, trying to work out where was the most 'private' part of the room. One side of the class was made of windows. We were on the first floor, so no one would be looking in. The door had a small, round window in it. I guessed that so long as we were nowhere near it no one looking in would see anything.

The door swung open. I felt my heart racing. Instead of Adam, a third year boy called Kenneth came in, “Miss, can I do my homework in here please?”
“No Kenneth!” I snapped, “I need to do some work in here over lunch.”
“But I’ll be very quiet, miss. I need to get my project finished for Mrs. Roberts. I have to hand it in this afternoon. Please miss?”
“Kenneth, I said ‘no’, now run along.” I said sharply. My nerves were shredded now. He picked up his bags and moved towards the door sulkily, taking an age to leave. I almost screamed at him, but finally he left, closing the door behind him.
I stood waiting. I flinched as I heard footsteps approaching, and sighed with relief as they faded again. I began to pace the classroom. I looked at my watch, five minutes had gone, where was he? I went out onto the staircase to see if he was approaching, there was no sign of him. I went back into my room.

sarit11 · 02-07-2020, 01:55 PM

I sat down and tried to calm my nerves. What if he didn’t come?, I wondered. I was so aroused I thought about going to the toilets and relieving myself. Then I thought if I wasn’t here when he arrived what would he do? I was lost in an agony of possibilities. So much so I didn’t hear the door open.
“Glad to see you do as you’re told.” I turned to look at him. He had the familiar, mocking smile on his face, “Didn’t keep you waiting too long, did I? I had a bite to eat first. Got to keep my strength up, haven’t I? You ready then?”
“Yes, er I mean, no, I mean Adam, we can’t do this here, it’s too dangerous, someone might see.”
“No one’s going to see anything.” He laughed, sauntering over to me. He began to fondle my breasts with both hands. “Have you still got your knickers on?”
“I, er, look, Adam. Please, can’t we talk about this?”

“You have, haven’t you. I must say I’m disappointed in you, Alison.” He said mocking the tone of the headmaster, “I told you over an hour ago that I would be back to fuck you. I expected you to be ready. That means knickers off, doesn’t it?”
“Adam, please, don’t. I can’t. I just can’t.”
He picked up a textbook, which lay on my desk, reading the cover casually, before dropping it back onto the varnished surface. “Take your knickers off.” He said, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
“Please Adam, no. Please don’t.”
“If you don’t do as your told me and gramps will be back ‘round to your place tonight, and he’ll have the skin off your arse!” He was opening the buttons on my blouse, his fingers so sure, so confident. I was shaking so much I’d have been hard put to do them myself. He opened the final one, then pulled my blouse open with a flourish. He grinned lecherously at my exposed breasts, then ducked his head and sucked my right nipple into his mouth.

I gasped with pleasure and started to pant. Hot sparks of pleasure shot through me as I watched him sucking my breast. His hand started to climb up my leg, pushing my skirt up as it did so.
“No Adam, please don’t do that.” I begged.
He stood back and looked at me. “Take your knickers off.” He repeated.
“Look, Adam, let’s do it later, hey? You can come to my flat again, we’ll do it in my bedroom, where it’s more comfortable, yes?”
“Oh I’ll come to your flat again, don’t worry about that. But right now I want you to take your knickers off. Come on, I haven’t got all day. Remember, if you don’t do as you’re told gramps will not be happy with you!”
I was torn between dread and desire. I hesitated for a moment, then gave in! I reached under my skirt and began to pull my knickers down. He smiled as he watched me, “About fuckin’ time too.”
I let my knickers drop to the floor, then bent down and picked them up.

“Give them to me.” I handed them to him. He sniffed at them and sniggered. “You are getting randy, aren’t you? Get my dick out and give it a suck, just to get it hard, then I’ll fuck you.”
I knelt at his feet then began to open his trousers. I dragged them down and took his flaccid cock in my hand. I started to wank him and he responded at once, his cock growing in my hand. I kissed his balls then pulled his foreskin back licking and sucking his sensitive glans.
“Get over the desk.” He barked. I bent over my desk at the front of the class and he started to lift my skirt. In a moment I was exposed to him. He pushed my legs apart and grunted with satisfaction. I felt his fingers start to explore my folds, pulling the lips apart, rubbing my clit roughly, making me yelp. Then he placed his cock at the entrance to my pussy and pushed it in slowly. I shuddered and groaned as I felt it going deeper and deeper. And then he began to pump into me, using strong, rhythmic strokes. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me on to him. I started to push back at him and he grunted again.

He reached under me and began to maul and pinch my sensitive breasts, making me gasp and whimper. I reached back between my legs and began to stroke his balls as he pushed into me. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. His speed increased, he was driving into me urgently. He gripped my hips again, tightly, pinching my skin, and then he came in me. He drove into me as deeply as he could, I heard him groan then felt him shooting into my hot tunnel, his weight fell on me, forcing me down, pressing my breasts into the polished wood of my desk. His urgency took me over the edge and I started to come. I tried to hide it from him, not wanting him to think he could do that to me, but I heard him laugh as my orgasm shook my body. “Hot little bitch.” He chuckled.
As soon as he had finished he pulled out of me and pulled up his trousers. I stood up from the desk, my legs still a little shaky from my climax. I smoothed my skirt back into place and started to fasten my blouse.
“See you later then, Alison.” He said cheerfully, and gave my bottom a playful squeeze, then he walked out of the classroom whistling.

sarit11 · 02-07-2020, 01:56 PM

I finished dressing then looked around for my knickers. It was then I realised the bastard had taken them. I made my way to the toilet, where I cleaned up as best I could, checked in the mirror to make sure my clothing was back in place and re-applied my make-up. As I made my way back to the classroom I saw Adam standing alone, watching me, smiling. I went over to him.
“Adam, give them back.” I said quietly.
“Give what back?”
“You know what. Give them back.”
“Ask me nicely.”
“Adam, please give them back.”
“Ask me properly.”
“Adam, may I please have my knickers back?”
“Certainly Alison.” He grinned, and pulled them from his blazer pocket, dangling them in front of me. I snatched them from him.
“What do you say?” He sneered.

“Thank you, Adam.” I snapped. I hurried back to my classroom, slamming the door behind me, then pulled on my knickers. At that moment the bell rang to signal the end of lunch break. I drew a deep breath as my next class of students started to file in to the classroom.
I went through the lesson on auto pilot, hardly aware of what was going on around me. I was still befuddled by what had happened at lunchtime, but I was also increasingly anxious about the next lesson. I remembered that Adam was a member of the next class, he would be sitting there, leering at me.
As the bell rang for afternoon break I considered leaving early, I told myself if I said I was unwell I could get out of the lesson. The trouble was, I knew I could only delay the moment when I had to teach Adam, I couldn’t get out of it for ever. Plus, I had to admit to myself that the idea was exciting. To have my tormentor right here in the classroom, having to teach him in the very room where just an hour or so ago he had taken me was making me feel very uncomfortable in a number of ways.

As the class started to drift in to the classroom I made myself busy writing instructions on the blackboard. Once again I felt my cotton blouse as it touched my nipples, stimulating them, making them stiffen. And then Adam came in.
He slouched into the room in his familiar way, then made his way to the very back of the class, dropping into a chair and leaning back on it. He grinned at me and winked. I tried to ignore him. I gave the class their instructions, then sat at the front of the room and began to mark books. I looked up from time to time, only to see Adam grinning back at me. I remembered what he’d said to me last night. I had no doubt he was imagining me naked. The thought made my skin crawl.
Finally the lesson ended and the bell rang signalling the end of the college day. The students made their way out of the class, but Adam hung back. I knew he was waiting until all the others left and shuddered at the thought of being alone with him again. As the last of the other students finally left he calmly walked over and closed the door.

“Shit! Your lessons are so fuckin’ boring. Can’t you do something to make them better?”
“Such as?” I snapped.
“You could do it topless! Get your tits out for the boys. That’d be funny. What do you think?” He laughed.
I found myself tongue tied, totally intimidated by this super-confident, arrogant boy.
“I enjoyed fucking you at lunch time. You liked it too, didn’t you?”
“No. No I didn’t. I hated it.”
“Liar! You came like a hot little bitch. As soon as I started to play with your cunt you were dripping. Don’t deny it. I bet you’d like me to fuck you again now, wouldn’t you? You’d like me to pull your knickers off and stick my dick right up your twat, wouldn’t you?”
I shuddered again, “No. No Adam, you’re wrong.” I stammered.

He laughed again. “Let’s see, shall we? Lift your skirt up again, I want to have a bit of a feel.”
“No Adam, leave me alone, please. For God’s sake Adam, the cleaners will be here any second!”
“Better get on with it then. You don’t want a cleaner to find you being fingered, do you?” He grinned.
I gave in, and started to lift my skirt. As soon as it was bunched around my waist he moved towards me. He grabbed the waistband of my knickers and dragged them down roughly, leaving them half way to my knees. I yelped, then bit down on my lower lip as shame and embarrassment washed over me. He ran his fingers over my shaven mound then pushed his finger between my pussy lips, running the tip of his finger over my clit then pushing it into my wet tunnel.
“There you are, told you. You’re soaking wet! You’re fuckin’ desperate for it, aren’t you?”

sarit11 · 02-07-2020, 01:57 PM

I couldn’t speak. I hung my head and closed my eyes. I had never felt so humiliated, despite all I’d done since I agreed to be Alan’s plaything. Adam started to play with my clit. I felt it stiffen. He was coaxing it out from under its’ hood, his fingers surprisingly gentle and skilful.
“There! You really like that don’t you. Look how wet you’re getting. You’ll leave a puddle on the floor if you’re not careful!”
I groaned with shame, my skin felt like it was on fire.
“Tell me you like it when I play with your cunt, go on, tell me how you love it.”
I felt my face flush. I sighed, “Yes, ok you win. I love it when you play with me like that Adam.”
“Go on.”
I almost cried. He was teasing me, shaming me. Enjoying every minute of his little game. He wanted to hear me shame myself, confess it, humiliate myself for his pleasure. A thrill went through me. I decided to put on the show he wanted.

“I love it when you play with my pussy. I love it when someone pulls my knickers down and plays with me. I don’t care who it is. Anyone can play with me. I love being used by men. I love it when they make me do all sorts of dirty things. Are you going to make me do dirty things, Adam? You can, you know. You can make me do anything you like, you know that. Like today, when you came into my classroom and played with my pussy and my boobs, and made me suck you, then bend over and you took me. Oh that was so good.” I breathed. He grinned again.
“Why don’t you suck me off again.”
I knelt before him immediately, pulling his grey college trousers open, fumbling inside until I found his cock. I pulled it out and sucked at it urgently. I wanted to be used by this repulsive boy. I wanted him to know that he could use me in any way, that I would refuse him nothing. I tickled and stroked his balls and bobbed my head up and down on his cock, tasting my juices from earlier.

I looked up at him then whispered, “Would you like to come on my tits?” His grin widened, “Sure, Alison, I’ll come on your tits!” I opened the buttons of my blouse, pulling it open and exposing my breasts to him again. I carried on sucking him, playing with his balls. He groaned and then started to shoot into my mouth. I pulled away and aimed his cock at my chest, squeezing his stiff member as it shot his load. I felt his hot come hit my chest, I thrust my breasts towards him, feeling his come splash onto my breasts and nipples. I gasped, and then as his climax subsided I let go of his cock and started to rub his semen into my breasts.
He watched in fascination as I rubbed the sticky liquid across my breasts, concentrating on my nipples. Then for good measure, when I had finished I looked at him and licked my fingers. He giggled as he watched me.
“Enjoying yourself?” I said in my most seductive voice.
“Definitely.” He laughed.
I started to fasten the buttons of my blouse. “Show’s over for today.” I grinned.
“I’ll see you later.” He grinned, before leaving the classroom.

Alan listened in fascination as I told him of Adam’s fun with me. “I knew you’d get off on this, but even I didn’t think you’d enjoy it this quickly. What are you going to do for him next?”
“Anything he bloody likes, I suppose!” I giggled. “I still hate the little bastard, but I suppose that’s what I find so exciting about him using me. The fact that he’s so horrible, and so arrogant.”
I showered as soon as I got home, washing Adam’s come from my body. By early evening I was becoming nervous. Granddad was due at any minute, and he’d be taking me to ‘audition’. By the time he arrived I was too nervous to eat or drink.
“Right then, let’s see what you’ve got to wear. Come with me.” He ordered. I followed him to my bedroom. Alan came too. Once we were in there I was told to undress. Within moments I was standing before the tow of them naked. Then they started to consider what I should wear. After making me try on several items, they agreed that a green knee length cotton skirt and white top would do. I pulled on a clean pair of knickers, slipped on some sandals and I was ready to go.

Alan drove us to a house on the outskirts of the city, a big, rambling sort of place at the end of a long drive. Alan parked the car near the front door and granddad and me got out. “You’d better wait here for now.” Granddad said to Alan, “Leroy doesn’t like visitors much, ok?”
Alan nodded and watched as I followed granddad to the door of the house. The door was open and I followed granddad as he went into the house. He seemed to know perfectly well where he was going. We went through the entrance hall and into a large lounge. Sitting in a large armchair at one end of the room was a large black man.
“Leroy! Good to see you.”
“Hey Tom! Good to see you too. How you ‘bin?”
The two of them were obviously old friends and started to chat amicably. Leroy was about five foot eight and seriously overweight. His hair was cropped very short, giving his head an almost shaved appearance. He was dressed casually in blue jeans and a black T-shirt, which was stretched over his gut. He wore a lot of gold jewellery.

sarit11 · 02-07-2020, 01:59 PM

After they had been chatting for a minute or two Leroy looked at me. “This the one then Tom?”
“This is her. Hot little bit of cunt, can’t get enough of it. Fuck! Does she ever go!”
They both laughed. Leroy pulled up a chair and sat down. “Come here.” He said. I took the few steps between us and stood in front of him.
“What’s your pussy like?”
I looked at granddad, who nodded his head. I lifted the front of my skirt. Leroy reached out, took hold of the front of my knickers and pulled them down. His hands were enormous. His fat fingers started to stroke my shaven mound.
“Not bad. Not bad at all. You like to fuck then?”
I didn’t answer. He chuckled, then pushed his hand between my legs, his fingers squeezing the lips of my pussy.
“Turn ‘round.”
I turned, lifting my skirt for him again. He dragged my knickers down to my knees then grabbed the cheeks of my bum with both hands and pulled them apart. He spat on my tight little hole, then began to push one of his fat fingers into me.

“You take it up the arse, girly?”
I looked over my shoulder at him and nodded. He grinned back at me.
“Sure you do! Soon as I saw you I knew you were one of those white bitches that look like butter wouldn’t melt. You’re all the same, all airs and graces, making out your all sweet and innocent, but really, you like a good stiff cock up your arse!” He laughed again and pushed his finger deeply into me.
He amused himself by forcing his finger deep into my tight hole for a few more moments, then pulled his hand away. “You know what’s expected of you on Saturday?”
I nodded, “Anything and everything your guests want.” I said as I pulled my knickers back into place.
“And that’s not a problem?”
“No. That won’t be a problem.” I grinned.
“Told you, didn’t I? She’s well up for it.” Granddad chuckled.

I heard voices behind me and turned to see who was there. My heart sank. Another of my students, fifteen year-old Brian Lewis, was standing just a few feet away. Even though he was so young he was still about six feet tall, with a big, powerful frame. He was one of the few black students at the college, and he had a reputation as a tough kid.
“Fucking hell miss, what are you doing here?”
I looked around nervously, searching for a way out.
“Leroy, what you got her here for?”
“You know this bitch?”
“Sure. One of my teachers. What’s she doing here?”
I saw a grin spread over granddad’s face and Leroy’s smile widened.
“This is one of the girls who’ll be doing the entertaining on Saturday.” He said with a laugh. “I’ve just given her a once over. She’ll do ok.”

“Her? One of the girls for your party? You’ve got to be joking!” He laughed loudly. I felt my face start to colour. “She’s one of the biggest tight arses you’ll ever meet. No fun in her at all.”
“Is that right, girlie? Is what he says right? Are you really some stuck up bitch?”
I wanted to go through with this now. I knew it was probably the only chance I’d ever get to do something so extreme. The thought of being used by so many strangers had fired my imagination.
I looked at Leroy, “I said I’d do whatever your guests want, and that’s what I’ll do.”
Leroy smiled again. He looked at Brian. “Looks like you got it wrong kid. She’s up for it big time!”
“I don’t believe it. She’s not the type. There’s something wrong here.”
“Tell you what then, you give her first go. If she gives you a good time, she can do the party. If she’s as big a tight arse as you say, she’ll soon cry off!” I listened to this exchange in amazement. I was being given to one of my own students and I would have to please him before I could be allowed to be at the party. I decided at once that I had to go through with this. I had come too far, done too much to object to anything now.

Brian grinned, “OK then. Right miss, come on with me, I want to see what you’re made of.”
Leroy and granddad both laughed. I turned and followed Brian from the room. He took me to a staircase then stood at the bottom motioning me to go up. I started to climb the stairs and he followed. I knew he was looking up my skirt and I swayed my hips provocatively, giving him the best view I could. At the top of the stairs we made our way to a small bedroom. He closed the door behind us.
“OK, what the fuck is going on?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Yes you do. This isn’t you. You’re the boring, toffee nosed bitch who everyone hates, not one of Leroy’s party girls. What the fuck is going on?”
“I promise you this is for real. You heard me downstairs, I know what’s expected of me, and I’ll do whatever anyone wants. Try me!” I looked at him seductively.

sarit11 · 02-07-2020, 02:00 PM

He still looked doubtful. “OK then, get your kit off.“ I quickly pulled my top up, exposing my breasts to him. I took it off completely and threw it onto a nearby chair. Then I dropped my skirt, leaving it in a crumpled heap at my feet, before pushing my knickers down and stepping out of them. I stood just a few feet from him, stark naked. His eyes raked across my body, lingering on my breasts and pussy. I turned ‘round and looked over my shoulder to see him gazing hungrily at my bottom.
“Well; do I pass?” I said with a giggle.
“Not bad for starters.” He muttered, then took came closer. He ran his fingertips down my spine, making me gasp. Then his finger ran along the crack of my bottom.
“They’ll fuck you up the arse, you know? You up for that then?”
I nodded, “I’ll do anything. I promise I will.”
He pulled off his T-shirt then dropped his trousers, revealing a muscular body and pendulous cock. I turned to face him and reached out to stroke his cock. It twitched as I touched it. I wrapped my fingers around it and began to slowly wank it, feeling it start to stiffen.

His breath escaped in a long hiss, “Jesus fucking Christ.” His hands started to roam across my body, cupping my breasts then rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. I felt them start to stiffen. His cock was now fully erect and throbbing in my hand. I knelt down and kissed his balls, running my tongue through his wiry pubic hair and feeling his scrotum tighten. He groaned.
I pulled his foreskin back exposing his large, black glans, then slipped my lips over it and sucked him into my mouth. He gasped with pleasure. I looked up at him, my lips wrapped ‘round his cock, wanking him into my mouth, stroking his balls. He looked down at me and grinned.
After a couple of minutes sucking his cock I stood and made my way to the bed. He followed and lay down next to me. As I wanked and stroked his cock his hand slipped between my legs and he ran his thumb along my pussy. I sighed and began to push my hips up to meet his digit. He looked down at me and grinned again.
“You go on top. Show me how eager to please you are.”

He rolled onto his back and put his hands behind his head. He looked so casual and confident. I reached out for his cock and continued to wank him, then made my way down his body placing kisses on his neck, his chest, his belly and finally his cock. I straddled him and placed his glans at the entrance to my tunnel. Then I ran the head of his cock along my slit, wriggling my hips as it came into contact with my stiff little clit. I rubbed his stiff cock into my pussy, feeling it throbbing against me.
I pushed his cock up to the entrance of my tunnel, then slowly sank down on the hard organ, driving it up inside me. I shuddered as I felt it going deeper and deeper into me. He groaned and reached up to grab my breasts. I covered his hands with mine, massaging my breasts. I started to rock my hips back and forth. I fell forward and started to kiss and lick his neck, then reached down and fondled his balls. His hands gripped my hips, pushing me down as far as I could go onto his cock, pushing and pulling my hips back and forth.
I licked his ear. “Oh yes! Oh do it to me Brian. Push it in really deep.”

He grinned again, “You like it deep, don’t you?”
“Oh God, yes. Oh I love it.”
“Maybe I’ll have to give you a good fuckin’ at college, what do you think?”
“Oh yes. Oh you can have me any time. Just come and do it to me any time you want. You can do that. There’s nothing to stop you.”
“You want me to do that?”
“Whatever you want. I’ll do anything you like, anytime. If you want to have me, you can, if you want me to suck you until you come in my mouth I will. I’ll suck you off and swallow all of your come. I’ll do anything, I promise.”
“What if I want to fuck you up the arse?” He laughed.
“Oh God! You can do that to me too. You can anything to me, I promise you.”
He rolled us over, pinning me to the bed. I grabbed my legs and pulled them wide apart, spreading myself for him.

“Look, Brian; I’m spread wide for you. I’ll spread myself like this for you any time. I’ll open my legs and my pussy for you whenever you like.”
He grunted as he drove his cock deep into me. I carried on licking and kissing his neck and ears. He grabbed my bottom cheeks, pulling my hips up and ramming his cock into me with all his weight. Then I felt one of his fingers probing at my back door. He started to insert his finger into me. I groaned.
He drove deep into me, arching his back, pulling my hips up to maximise his depth. Then he froze and I felt him start to shoot into me. He grunted as he shot his semen deep into my pussy. After what seemed like minutes he relaxed and rolled off me. I turned to look at him.
“What happened to you? I never would have thought you’d be up for it like this.”
“Perhaps I realised life’s too short!” I giggled. “Well? Have I convinced you?”
“Oh sure. I’ll tell Leroy you’ll do. I’m going to enjoy watching you get fucked on Saturday night.”
“You mean you’re going to be there?”

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