Adultery ALISON A TEACHER'S STORY by exbiidelhi2012

[sarit11]

Chapter 14.


I woke momentarily next morning to the sound of the phone ringing. Before I could respond, I heard Alan answer it. After a moment or two it became clear that it wasn’t for me, so I drifted back to sleep. I was woken more forcefully some time later by Neil, who was shaking me vigorously and barking “Come on, get up, you’ve got a visitor.”
I fell out of bed, wearing only the knickers I’d worn the previous night. Still bleary eyed, I pulled on a T-shirt and some jeans and stumbled after Neil. I followed him upstairs to Alan’s flat, my mind still foggy, trying to wake up. I had just about got my wits together to ask who the visitor was when we reached the door to Alan’s living room. Neil stood back to let me enter first, a sly grin on his face as he said “After you.” With mock courtesy.

I entered the room eyeing Neil suspiciously. I looked around and saw Alan, lounging in a nearby armchair, looking very relaxed as he sipped a mug of coffee. He was talking to a man who had his back to me. He looked immediately familiar, but I couldn’t place him at once. And then he turned to greet me and I saw the old man from the newspaper shop. He grinned at me as we made eye contact, then winked. Ridiculously, I found myself blushing.
“Mr. Stuart has just come up with a brilliant idea, Alison.” Alan announced calmly.
“Oh yes?”
“Yes. He was just saying to me what a hot little bitch you are, and how we could all have some fun with you. He has suggested that we share you between us.”
“Share me?”
“Yes. He suggests that most of the time you should stay here and serve me and Neil, together with whoever else happens to turn up, but the rest of the time you would stay with him. I thought it would be interesting for you. What do you think?”

My mind was spinning. It was one thing to have to spend a few hours with the dirty, smelly old bastard, but this was something else. How long would I have to spend with the old bastard?
“Alan, could we talk about this in private for a moment?” I smiled nervously at the old man, as if trying not to cause offence. Alan looked at me thoughtfully at me for a moment, then smiled and said “Sure, why not?” As if he were doing me a favour.
I followed him out of the room, and we went to his bedroom.
“What the hell are you playing at?” I hissed. “Are you really proposing to hand me over to that old bastard? Jesus, I thought it was going to be a one-off. I didn’t think I was going to be his play-thing. I won’t do it, Alan. He’s disgusting. Christ, you should smell him close up. It’s enough to turn your stomach.”
“You will do it, because it’s exactly the sort of thing you want to do. You like to be humiliated, remember? That’s why you were running ‘round the park with your arse hanging out last night! The more shameful, the better, that’s what you like. So you will go round to his flat later today, and take what’s coming to you. Right?”

I hesitated. I really didn’t want to do it this time. He was disgusting. He smelt, he looked awful and the way he looked at me gave me the creeps. It wasn’t like going with the head master, who was older but still vaguely human. This old man was genuinely foul. I didn’t want him anywhere near me. I remembered what I had said to Alan and Neil yesterday. I would do what they wanted for the next three weeks or so, and they wanted me to do this. A deal was a deal. After a few moments, I nodded my agreement.
“Excellent! I’ll go and let Mr. Stuart know. Now you go and get ready, and I’ll let him know you’ll be there in about half an hour. Oh, and you’ll be stopping there overnight, just so you know.”
I stood in stunned silence as he left the room. I was going to have to stay with him all night? I shuddered at what he might have in store for me.
I went downstairs to my own flat. I made my way to the bathroom and set the shower running. While I was waiting for the water to heat up I stripped off my jeans, T-shirt and knickers and sat down on the toilet for a pee. I heard footsteps on the landing outside the bathroom, and suddenly the door swung open. I had stopped bothering to lock the door after me weeks ago, often enjoying it when Alan or Neil would casually walk in on me when I was in the shower.

Now the doorway was filled with the shape of the old man. He stood there, watching me pee, the small room filled with the sound of my urine hitting the porcelain. I covered my breasts with my forearm, but was unable to stop the flow from my bladder. I heard him chuckle to himself as he stood and enjoyed the show.
“Well, I’ll see you later then, Alison.” There was laughter from the other two.
I put my head down, trying to avoid eye contact.
My flow finally ceased, but he made no effort to leave. Instead he leaned against the frame of the door, as if making himself comfortable. I pulled some tissue from the roll, wiped myself as quickly as I could then looked around for my bathrobe. Of course I had left it in my bedroom! I resigned myself to yet more embarrassment, then stood and flushed the toilet. I turned my back on the old man as I checked the temperature of the water in the shower, then stepped in to the cubicle and under the warm, cleansing water.

I knew the old man was having a long, lingering look at my bottom, but I didn’t care. I didn’t doubt he’d see every inch of me within the next few hours, and I didn’t doubt that I’d enjoy every shameful minute of it. I started to lather my body, losing myself in the act of cleansing myself. When I turned around some minutes later, they had all gone, but the door was still open.

I stepped from the shower, then went through the rest of my routine. I shaved under my arms, then carefully over my pussy. I massaged moisturiser into my skin, wanting to feel my best, even for the old man. I plucked my eyebrows, combed my hair until it hung long and straight past my shoulders, almost to my nipples. Then I made my way to my bedroom.