Adultery ALISON A TEACHER'S STORY by exbiidelhi2012

[sarit11]

I pushed my knickers down over my hips, past my knees and let them drop to my ankles. I stepped out of them and went to put them with the rest of my clothes, but he stopped me.

"I'll have those young lady."
I handed them over, and he looked at them briefly, before stuffing them into his pocket.
"Now then, let's have a good look at you, shall we." He took a step back and surveyed me from head to toe. He pulled up a chair and sat down in front of me, then started a close inspection of my pussy. I knew I was starting to get wet, and hoped he wouldn't notice.
"Are you wet?"
"I think so."

"Shall I find out? Shall I slip my finger inside and feel how hot and wet it is in there?"
He stood up and looked into my eyes. His hands reached out again for my breasts, rolling my nipples as he had done before. I had never felt so completely exposed as I stood naked in the drab storeroom whilst this old man casually caressed my breasts and stared at my pussy.
"Stay there."
He moved behind me again. He stroked my bottom cheeks then ran his finger tips along the crack of my arse. His hand followed my crack until it made contact with the slit of my pussy. I groaned out loud as his fingers made the briefest contact with my pussy lips before returning to my bottom cheeks.
"You are getting randy, aren't you. Would you like me to touch your cunt now? Is it wet? Shall I play with your hot little cunt now? Do you want me to?"

My mind was spinning. I felt exposed, humiliated, disgusted by this horrible old man, and incredibly aroused.
"Yes. Yes I want you to touch my pussy, I want you to play with it."
"Ask me nicely, say 'please Mr. Stuart, please play with my cunt'"
"Please Mr. Stuart, please play with my pussy."
"Cunt. Call it a cunt. And beg me some more."
"Please Mr. Stuart, please play with my cunt. It's ever so wet and I'd love it if you would play with it for me. Please Mr. Stuart."
"I think it should be a man's right to feel any woman's cunt, any time he likes. Don't you agree?"
"Yes."
"Say it."
"It should be a man's right to play with any woman's cunt, any time he likes."
"Is it a man's right to play with your cunt, anytime?"
"Oh God, yes. Any man can play with my cunt, anytime he wants."
"Even me?"

"Yes. Even you. You can play with my cunt anytime you want to. Please play with it now Mr. Stuart."
I was losing the plot. My pussy was on fire, and the more he heckled me and abused me, the hotter I became. I was desperate for him to touch me, I wanted to feel the mixture of pleasure and revulsion as his ancient fingers played with my hot slit.
"I think you're going to have to suck me first. Then I might have a little play with your cunt. Come over here and suck me until I tell you to stop."

He flopped down into the chair and I immediately sank to my knees between his legs. I opened his trousers and found he was wearing a pair of ancient Y-fronts, which had once been white, but were now grey. The front of them were stained yellow and he smelled of stale urine. God only knew when he had last washed them. I began to tug at the waistband of them and he chuckled to himself.
"Can't wait to get at it, can you? Hot little bitch. Ask me if you can suck my dick. Go on, ask for permission."
"Please Mr. Stuart, can I suck your dick please?"

"Do you want to lick my balls as well?"
"Yes please, Mr. Stuart."
"Very well then."