02-07-2020, 08:10 AM
Chapter 9
The next couple of days passed in a blur. My routine had become quite settled. I would get up, shower, shave my pubes, breakfast and then ask Alan what he wanted me to wear that day. It was always Alan's decision what my clothing would be, including my underwear. I had to show him that I'd complied with his orders. Then we would head off to college in his car. Always the same. I would be made to lift my skirt or dress, play with myself as we made our way through the morning traffic. Always the intimate revelations. What were my fantasies. When had I first started to masturbate. Who had been the first to see my boobs, my pussy. When had I first touched a prick, seen one, kissed one, sucked one.
We would reach college with me in an advanced stage of arousal. I was not allowed to come during the journey. I would get out of his car with my nipples hard and my pussy wet and aching for relief. I passed my days in an agony of frustration, desperate for relief.
Sometimes Alan would come to me at lunch break. He would spank my bare bottom and order me to suck him off, or I would be ordered to strip in the empty classroom before straddling him and pushing his hard cock into one or other of my waiting orifices. Then I would energetically screw him until he shot his load deep into me. Immediately after college had finished for the day, I would go to the headmaster's office to 'help with his filing'. There I would make some pretence of working diligently whilst waiting for my opportunity to flash my knickers for the old man. Every day as I went to leave he would thank me, escort me to the door, and take the opportunity to have a quick grope of my bottom before I left. He was becoming more and more confident, even blatant about this, and each time he ran his hand over my bum I would turn and look into his eyes and smile. These were Alan's instructions. I was to give him every encouragement. This would advance Alan's career, and I was so besotted that I was happy to comply. After we got home Alan would make me undress and play with myself for him, making me relate all of the details of my time in the Head's office.
"He wants to have you, you know", he said to me one afternoon. "I've seen the way he looks at you, and I've mentioned you to him a couple of times."
"What did you say?", I asked anxiously.
"I told him that you found him attractive. That you liked more mature men, and you find his air of authority particularly impressive. I told him that you were the sort of person who gave the impression of being strong and independent, but that really you need some authority figure in your life, a father figure if you like."
"A father figure?", I yelped. "I don't need some dirty old bastard to manipulate me, thank you very much."
"I don't care what you want. You do as you are told, remember? Anyway, it really appealed to him. I could see he took to the idea of the young feminist needing to be taken in hand and reminded of a woman's' place. He was really grateful to me, I could tell. So much so that I think that head of department job is mine for the taking. Just make sure you don't fuck it up for me right?"
I felt like a cheap whore. I would hand myself to the old bastard and suffer any manner of indignities at his hands, just to get Alan a better job. A thrill of expectation ran through me. "I'll be good Alan, I promise.", I breathed, and I meant it!
And then it was Friday.
I awoke with a start and quickly realised the significance of the day. I had no idea what lay in store for me that night, but a thrill of expectation ran through me. Alan had not let me come while he had me for a day or two, and such was my now heightened libido that I had taken to bringing myself off last thing at night, something I hadn't done for years. As I gradually roused I was aware of a warmth in my pussy, clearly my body was anticipating the events of the day to come. I gently stroked my clit, which was already as hard as a bullet, fantasising about the shame and humiliation which I would be suffering later that night, until I came. But however powerful my self delivered climax, it could never match the pleasure I felt whenever I was used and abused by Alan or Neil. Tonight, I knew, I would be subjected to new shames and humiliations. All of John's friends would be there, plus Lin. And who knew what special 'pleasures' she would have in store for me.
I went through my normal routine, and then asked Alan what I was to wear that day. He chose a summer dress which buttoned from bodice to waist, and which had a figure hugging skirt. The skirt was such a slim fit that I couldn't raise it above my hips to show Alan my clean white knickers, nor could I lift it to play with myself during our car journey. Alan didn't seem to mind this, but still made me talk about my previous sexual activities. It didn't seem to affect me either, as I still arrived at college aroused to the point that I could easily have climaxed with very little coaxing.
I went into college and found my way to the staff room where I made myself a coffee and picked up my post for the day. As I was about to leave, Alan approached me and drew me into a corner where we could speak without being overheard.
"Your timetable has been changed", he said nonchalantly. "After lunch you will be working with the Headmaster to finish this filing. Be sure to do a good job. I want him happy, it's the head of department interviews next week."
"Yes Alan." I said. The message had been received and understood. I was to 'pleasure' the old man, and keep him sweet for Alan. Well so be it, I thought.
The next couple of days passed in a blur. My routine had become quite settled. I would get up, shower, shave my pubes, breakfast and then ask Alan what he wanted me to wear that day. It was always Alan's decision what my clothing would be, including my underwear. I had to show him that I'd complied with his orders. Then we would head off to college in his car. Always the same. I would be made to lift my skirt or dress, play with myself as we made our way through the morning traffic. Always the intimate revelations. What were my fantasies. When had I first started to masturbate. Who had been the first to see my boobs, my pussy. When had I first touched a prick, seen one, kissed one, sucked one.
We would reach college with me in an advanced stage of arousal. I was not allowed to come during the journey. I would get out of his car with my nipples hard and my pussy wet and aching for relief. I passed my days in an agony of frustration, desperate for relief.
Sometimes Alan would come to me at lunch break. He would spank my bare bottom and order me to suck him off, or I would be ordered to strip in the empty classroom before straddling him and pushing his hard cock into one or other of my waiting orifices. Then I would energetically screw him until he shot his load deep into me. Immediately after college had finished for the day, I would go to the headmaster's office to 'help with his filing'. There I would make some pretence of working diligently whilst waiting for my opportunity to flash my knickers for the old man. Every day as I went to leave he would thank me, escort me to the door, and take the opportunity to have a quick grope of my bottom before I left. He was becoming more and more confident, even blatant about this, and each time he ran his hand over my bum I would turn and look into his eyes and smile. These were Alan's instructions. I was to give him every encouragement. This would advance Alan's career, and I was so besotted that I was happy to comply. After we got home Alan would make me undress and play with myself for him, making me relate all of the details of my time in the Head's office.
"He wants to have you, you know", he said to me one afternoon. "I've seen the way he looks at you, and I've mentioned you to him a couple of times."
"What did you say?", I asked anxiously.
"I told him that you found him attractive. That you liked more mature men, and you find his air of authority particularly impressive. I told him that you were the sort of person who gave the impression of being strong and independent, but that really you need some authority figure in your life, a father figure if you like."
"A father figure?", I yelped. "I don't need some dirty old bastard to manipulate me, thank you very much."
"I don't care what you want. You do as you are told, remember? Anyway, it really appealed to him. I could see he took to the idea of the young feminist needing to be taken in hand and reminded of a woman's' place. He was really grateful to me, I could tell. So much so that I think that head of department job is mine for the taking. Just make sure you don't fuck it up for me right?"
I felt like a cheap whore. I would hand myself to the old bastard and suffer any manner of indignities at his hands, just to get Alan a better job. A thrill of expectation ran through me. "I'll be good Alan, I promise.", I breathed, and I meant it!
And then it was Friday.
I awoke with a start and quickly realised the significance of the day. I had no idea what lay in store for me that night, but a thrill of expectation ran through me. Alan had not let me come while he had me for a day or two, and such was my now heightened libido that I had taken to bringing myself off last thing at night, something I hadn't done for years. As I gradually roused I was aware of a warmth in my pussy, clearly my body was anticipating the events of the day to come. I gently stroked my clit, which was already as hard as a bullet, fantasising about the shame and humiliation which I would be suffering later that night, until I came. But however powerful my self delivered climax, it could never match the pleasure I felt whenever I was used and abused by Alan or Neil. Tonight, I knew, I would be subjected to new shames and humiliations. All of John's friends would be there, plus Lin. And who knew what special 'pleasures' she would have in store for me.
I went through my normal routine, and then asked Alan what I was to wear that day. He chose a summer dress which buttoned from bodice to waist, and which had a figure hugging skirt. The skirt was such a slim fit that I couldn't raise it above my hips to show Alan my clean white knickers, nor could I lift it to play with myself during our car journey. Alan didn't seem to mind this, but still made me talk about my previous sexual activities. It didn't seem to affect me either, as I still arrived at college aroused to the point that I could easily have climaxed with very little coaxing.
I went into college and found my way to the staff room where I made myself a coffee and picked up my post for the day. As I was about to leave, Alan approached me and drew me into a corner where we could speak without being overheard.
"Your timetable has been changed", he said nonchalantly. "After lunch you will be working with the Headmaster to finish this filing. Be sure to do a good job. I want him happy, it's the head of department interviews next week."
"Yes Alan." I said. The message had been received and understood. I was to 'pleasure' the old man, and keep him sweet for Alan. Well so be it, I thought.
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