Adultery ALISON A TEACHER'S STORY by exbiidelhi2012

[sarit11]

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.