les histoires de chrislebo

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Detention at Work


Julie Powers had been summoned to her manager's office and that was never a good thing. He knew that she was desperate to hold on to her job since her husband had left her. (He couldn't take any more of Julie's submissive nature whereas her manager, Mr Jenkins, seemed to revel in it.)

Everything had been looking up recently as Julie had managed to secure a summer job for her eighteen year old ********, Mandy, at the same bank where she worked. Mandy was employed as a cleaner and was only receiving a pittance in wages but every little helped, especially as Mandy wanted to go to university after the summer and Julie had been wondering how she was going to be able to afford it.

As she knocked on Mr Jenkins' office door tentatively she was incredibly worried as, ever since he had discovered how much she was struggling to cope financially, he had made her do things that she would never have agreed to otherwise. He had spanked her with his big hand, he had ****** her to have sex in ways Julie could not ever have imagined and now Julie stood terrified, trembling, outside his door him once again.

She was wearing the prescribed uniform of the bank, a royal blue jacket and skirt with a white cotton blouse and looked every inch the respectable bank teller. Beneath her uniform, however, Julie now dressed as instructed by Mr Jenkins and she now owned a large selection of stockings, suspender belts, garters and crotchless knickers. Even her bras were selected by him and they were all a size too small so that even her modest 34C breasts seemed to be constantly spilling out.

The door was opened by Mr Jenkins fierce secretary, Miss Atkins, who sneered at Julie before she opened the door wide to allow Julie to enter, then left and closed the door behind her. Julie stood trembling in front of Mr Jenkins' large desk, her head bowed, while he continued to write something on the other side.

After what seemed like a lifetime to Julie, he finally put down his pen, and looked at the scared woman in front of him. He looked her up and down, taking his time as his eyes moved over her chest and down below. Julie could feel herself burning with embarrassment as he seemed to be stripping her with his eyes, leaving her naked in his mind's eye, and her own.

"I'm afraid there is a problem with your ********, Mrs Powers. It would appear that she has been stealing from the bank while she is here on her own at night. This is a sackable offence and is not something that can be allowed to continue. Do you have anything to say?"

Julie tried to imagine Mandy doing anything wrong. She was even more submissive than her ****** and had never been in trouble throughout her ********* and teens.

"I'm really, really sorry, sir. All I can do is apologise but I just can't believe Mandy would do anything like this."

"Are you calling me a liar, Mrs Powers?" he yelled.

"No, no, sir. Please. I've tried my best to bring up Mandy correctly and she has never been any trouble to me."

"I see, so you are calling me a liar. Well, I can't have that and I can't have a thief working here at the bank. Speak to Miss Atkins on your way out; both you and your ******** are fired and be grateful I don't call the police."

He returned to his writing but Julie just stood there in tears. This couldn't be happening. She couldn't lose her job. She would lose the house too and then where would they be. She had to find another way.

"Sir?"

He looked up.

"I thought I told you to leave."

"Please, sir, couldn't you give us one last chance. I'm sure there must be an innocent explanation. I'll do anything, sir, anything. Just please don't fire us."

Mr Jenkins looked at the tears falling but felt nothing, no pity or mercy, nothing but the insatiable lust Mrs Powers had aroused in him ever since the day she first came to work in his bank. He loved everything about her, especially all the things her husband, her ex-husband, had seemed to hate. He loved her submissiveness and the fact that she would do anything he wanted just to keep her job. He loved that fact that she looked so respectable on the outside while he alone knew that today she would be wearing a tiny, white thong and matching bra. He knew because he had bought them for her and instructed her to wear them today. He knew that that same white thong would be saturated with her pussy juices already as she was always wettest when she was being humiliated.

"I suppose I could give you both another chance, Mrs Powers, but you would have to give me something in return."

"Anything, sir, anything. Let me prove to you that both Mandy and I are worth giving a second chance."

"Very well. You will stay behind after work today and we will wait until your ******** arrives. I will then deal with you together. In the meantime, there is still the matter of you calling me a liar. In these circumstances you will have to be punished immediately to ensure it never happens again. Do you understand?"

Julie understood exactly and meekly nodded her head while stepping forward to the very edge of his desk. She managed to pull her tight skirt up to expose the black stockings and the white thong that she had been ordered to wear by the manager sitting on the other side of the desk. She knew what he was thinking as he stared at her thong-covered pussy, she could feel the juices flowing from her down below, and she knew he knew this too.

"I think I'll take those, Mrs Powers."

Julie's face burned red but she knew she had no choice as she bent slightly forward and lowered her thong down her chubby legs to her ankles. She stepped out of them and handed them to Mr Jenkins. He patiently waited as he enjoyed the show and took the obviously sodden garment from her outstretched hand. He brought them to his face and inhaled deeply, his cock springing to attention as he smelled once again the musky aroma of her cunt.

"What are you waiting for, Mrs Powers?"

Julie put her hands on the desk and, taking a few steps back, assumed the position he preferred her in when he spanked her. Her arse cheeks had only just recovered from her last spanking but she would do anything to keep this job.

Mr Jenkins came round from his side of the desk, still holding Julie's thong to his face. She dared to glance at him and could see the tent in the front of his trousers and shuddered with the hope and fear that he would fuck her as well. She knew she hated what he made her do but she couldn't deny that the very thought of his long, thick penis was enough to make her want him inside her once again. She also knew, though, that he wouldn't return her thong to her and she would be dripping spunk for a good part of the day as she served the bank's customers at her counter.

Her thoughts were interrupted as she suddenly felt Mr Jenkins big hands caressing her bum. She hated her bum. Her ex-husband had always complained about how big and fat it was, especially as she stood at just over five feet two. Mr Jenkins, however, seemed to love it and always seemed quite loving towards it – at least until he started spanking it.

After feeling the delights of her fat arse, Mr Jenkins was now ready to administer her punishment and he smacked one cheek after another, blow upon blow, until a very red tinge spread across her rear end and she wept even more. After each blow she managed to count out loud the number he was giving her but thought she was going to faint as he surpassed his previous record of twenty and didn't stop until she could hardly hold herself and very quietly sobbed, "Thirty."

Julie slowly rose to an upright position as Mr Jenkins simply walked back to his seat and sat down. She slowly wriggled her skirt back into position and felt it rub against her poor bum.

"That will be all, Mrs Powers. I will see both you and your ******** in here at six o'clock. Do not be a minute late. Do not warn your ******** in advance that she has been caught. Now go and let that be a lesson to you."

Julie turned and walked out the door, trying to pretend that everything was normal. She would have succeeded too if she hadn't been met by the amused face of Miss Atkins who sat at her desk just outside the manager's office. The haughty secretary had obviously heard every one of the smacks administered by Mr Jenkins and laughed when she saw Julie's tear stained face. Julie began crying again and ran to the staff toilet to try to compose herself before she was able to face both her colleagues and her customers. She applied some lotion to her bottom and rearranged her make up, all the while trying hard not to think of what Mr Jenkins had in store for later but reassured herself that it couldn't be too bad as Mandy would be there too.

Mandy didn't really understand how she had been caught. She knew that the bank had CCTV but she thought it was only in operation during the day to ensure none of the tellers tried to steal any money. Now it was her who had been caught and the evidence was there on Mr Jenkins laptop. He had just shown Mandy how clear the picture was, the picture of her using the keys she had "borrowed" from her ****** to get to the money. It wasn't that she was really bad; she was just trying to help her ****** pay some bills. She had tried to explain this to them both and ****** at least seemed to understand and had given her a sympathetic hug to try to reassure her.

Now they both stood in front of Mr Jenkins large, imposing desk. They could almost pass for sisters as ****** was only sixteen years older than her. She had been ****** by Mandy's ****** to have sex with him before he would agree to marry her and became pregnant almost immediately. They were both the same height and, although ****** carried a few extra pounds, Mandy was always described as curvy too. She had no experience of boys as she was determined what happened to ****** wasn't going to happen to her.

"So you will admit that you are guilty and that you deserved to be punished?"

Mandy meekly nodded, her ****** not saying a word but holding her ********* hand reassuringly.

"Good. Well I have discussed this earlier with your ****** and she has agreed that you would both do anything to keep your jobs. Is this true?"

"Oh yes, sir. I'll pay back the money, I'll do anything."

"Good, good. This is now a disciplinary matter so, according to the bank's policy, Miss Atkins will stay here to record everything that transpires. Understood?"

Mandy again just nodded but stole a glance at the dragon-like Miss Atkins who Mandy knew all the staff were terrified of. Julie, however, was slightly pleased as, although she was just as scared of her manager's secretary as everyone else, she presumed that nothing untoward would happen while someone else was in the room.

Miss Atkins stood, put down the pad on which she had been taking notes and produced a digital camera from a bag that neither Julie nor her ******** had even noticed.

"I will be recording everything, Mr Jenkins says and does and I will also be recording your reactions. Is this understood?"

****** and ******** had both presumed Miss Atkins would be taking notes, nothing more, but although this was more embarrassing, they nodded their heads in unison.

"Good. Mr Jenkins, I am ready to proceed. You may begin."

"Very well. Miss Powers, earlier today your ****** dared to call me a liar and she was punished accordingly. Mrs Powers, I want you to show your ******** exactly what happened."

Julie felt rooted to the spot. There was no way she could lift her skirt to show her ********, and Miss Atkins, and the camera, the effects on her bum of Mr Jenkins ****** spanking.

"Are you hesitating, Mrs Powers? Do you want to keep your job? Do you want me or Miss Atkins to help you do you what you have been asked to do?"

Mandy looked at her ******, mystified at this turn of events. Julie, in turn, was close to tears but, once again, she was trapped; she knew she had no choice. To save her job she was going to have to show her red, smacked bottom to her ********. She dropped Mandy's hand and walked over to the desk. Hitching up her skirt, just as she had done earlier, she leaned forward, placed her hands on the edge of the desk and burned with ***********.

Mandy gasped in horror, both at what ****** was doing and at the state of her punished bottom. Miss Atkins came closer with the camera and got a great shot of Julie's big, fat arse, nice and pink after her earlier spanking.

"Miss Powers, your ****** and I have a very private arrangement which allows her to keep her job while, at the same time, allowing me to punish her for any misdemeanours on her part. It is my intention to begin a similar arrangement with you to ensure you will keep your job and that there be no need to involve the police in this matter. If you agree then assume the same position as your ******. If you don't then you can walk out the door right now and wait at home while Miss Atkins calls the police."

Mandy's head was swirling, she didn't know what to do. She looked at ******'s bare bum; she looked at the position she was in, bending over at the waist, holding on to Mr Jenkins desk; she looked at the camera which had finally stopped ogling her ******'s bottom. Finally she looked at Mr Jenkins. He was tapping his fingers impatiently on his desk.

"Well?"

She couldn't lose her job; she couldn't let the police get involved; she couldn't go to jail. With a sob, she stepped forward and grabbed the side of her manager's desk, right beside her ******.

Mr Jenkins had to struggle to contain his delight as his plan was going even better than he'd dared to imagine. Walking round to the other side of the desk he looked down on the two women, ****** and ********, and thought he was in heaven. However, only one upturned arse was naked and he intended to rectify that immediately.

Mandy's body stiffened as she felt the hem of her flowery summer dress slowly making its way up her legs. The higher it went the more her face flushed in *********** and she looked to her ****** for support. Julie, however, was staring at the floor, too ashamed to look at her ******** and too scared to look anywhere else.

Mandy felt the air on her bare thighs as her dress moved higher still and she started to cry once more as Mr Jenkins suddenly tossed her long dress over her back, revealing her big, white cotton knickers to him, to Miss Atkins and to the camera. She thought that she would die from embarrassment there and then but when she felt Mr Jenkins caress her large bum she knew that there was worse to come.

Mr Jenkins fondled and caressed his new plaything and looked forward to the time, very soon, when these big knickers would be removed and he would have easy access to both ****** and ********* arses. That would have to wait a short time since he wanted to exert his control and show Mandy just who was her boss.

The noise of the first smack reverberated around the now almost silent room and Mandy was even more shocked to hear her ****** mutter under her breath, "One." As each subsequent blow landed on her knicker-covered bottom, Mandy heard her ****** count very quietly until she reached six.

Mr Jenkins knew that he had to go carefully and first and break in this new beauty so, with all the strength he could muster, he dropped Mandy's dress back down over her tender arse and turned to her ******.

"Show your ******** what to do now, Mrs Powers."

Julie and Mandy stood up, the younger woman taking the lead from her ******. Julie then knelt down in front of Mr Jenkins and pulled Mandy by the hand until she too was on her knees in front of a man for the very first time. Miss Atkins had moved right beside them and continued to film but Julie was trying to block her out as she knew what was to come next.

Mandy couldn't believe her eyes when her ****** reached over and unzipped Mr Jenkins trousers. She reached in and pulled out his huge cock, at least Mandy thought it was huge – she didn't have much to compare it with. As Julie drew the cock to her mouth and sucked it in, Mandy couldn't believe how much of it seemed to be going in to her ******'s open mouth. She was only too glad that it was her ****** and not she who had to do such a disgusting thing.

"Don't be greedy, Mrs Powers, let your ******** try," said Mr Jenkins, seeming to read Mandy's mind and expressing her worst fears.

Julie handed his throbbing cock to her ******** but Mandy was too shocked to move. Her ****** took Mandy's hand and wrapped it around their manager's big dick, moving it towards her ********* mouth. Mandy looked imploringly at her ******, begging her with her eyes not to ***** her to do this but Julie tried to smile encouragingly to her ******** and simply nodded.

Mandy opened her mouth as wide as she could but still didn't think she could get it in far. Mr Jenkins took control of that, however, by slapping her hand away, grabbing her by her curly hair and pushing his cock all the way to the back of her throat. He started to piston in and out of her mouth until Mandy thought she would never get a breath. Then suddenly he pulled back and his cock left her battered mouth. A line of saliva extended from her sore bottom lip to his cock.

"Your turn, Mrs Powers." He shifted slightly to swap mouths and once again started to enjoy the older woman's experience. This went on for some minutes as he moved from one to the other, enjoying the different experiences in each mouth, until he started to feel his spunk rise in his balls and pulled out of Mandy's mouth.

Grabbing hold of his own prick he aimed it at Julie's face first and pumped his fist fast and hard until the first shot of cum hit her just above the nose. Turning to Mandy he aimed the next shot straight into her eyes. Back and forth he went until, finally, he was spent and both ****** and dughter's face was dripping with his spunk.

"Did you get that, Miss Atkins?"

Mandy had thought that her punishment was over. She and her ****** had never discussed what had happened last week in Mr Jenkins' office and, to be honest, she really didn't want to. The fact that her ****** had seen her spanked and then had had to lick Mr Jenkins' cum off her face was bad enough; to talk to her about it would only make the whole nightmare a thousand times worse.

Yet, here she was once again in her manager's office awaiting yet another spanking. Mr Jenkins had made it quite clear now that last week was only the beginning and that, if she wanted to keep her job, then she would have to submit herself to his whims throughout this summer. University couldn't come soon enough.

Once again there were four of them behind the locked door of the manager's office; once again her ****** and Miss Atkins were there to observe her ***********; once again, Miss Atkins was to record the whole episode and Mandy now knew that didn't involve taking notes but, instead, involved Mr Jenkins' secretary using her digital camera to ensure that Mandy's suffering was recorded for all posterity. What was happening to the recordings was something she didn't want to think about.

This time, however, was different. This time she was glad she had worn her jeans and her biggest knickers. She had been in such a hurry to get to work today that she hadn't bothered to change but now she was quite glad about that. She thought that maybe the blue denim would protect her poor bum. She should have known better.

This time was different most of all, however, because this time she was draped over Mr Jenkins' lap and could see nothing but the floor in front of her. He was holding her by her right arm, pulled tightly as far as it would go up her back, holding her in place.

"Miss Atkins, get a shot of her while she still has her jeans on," instructed her manager.

"While I STILL have my jeans on?" thought Mandy. "Oh God, no! I'm going to be stripped again and my naked bottom will be there for all to see." She knew better by now than to say any of this out loud but her mind was screaming inside her head as she awaited her fate.

She heard the fierce Miss Atkins get into position with her camera and was only glad that, in this position, none of them could see her face burning with embarrassment.

"Mrs Powers, kneel beside me."

Mandy had been taking some comfort from the fact that her ****** was sitting on the other side of Mr Jenkins' large desk and that she wouldn't be able to have such a close view of her ********* *********** this time. Now she looked round to see her ****** kneeling right behind her, her face blocked by the swell of Mandy's large backside.

"Take off your ********* jeans and knickers."

Julie knew better than to hesitate so, from her kneeling position, she reached round her ********* thick middle and opened the button on her waistband. Pulling down her ********* tight, blue jeans, she revealed Mandy's large, white knickers to Mr Jenkins' lustful eyes, to Miss Atkins sneering gaze and to her camera's ever-ready stare. Tugging the jeans down Mandy's chubby legs, Julie pulled them over and off each foot, one after the other.

"Her knickers too, Mrs Powers," said the bank manager, enjoying the wonderful sight of the young girl's huge arse.

Julie knew the *********** that her ******** would be feeling at that moment (her own face was bright red from what she was being ****** to do) but there was nothing she could do; they were both trapped. She reached again towards her ********, took the large knickers in both hands and peeled them off Mandy's upturned bottom.

"I'll take those," demanded Mr Jenkins as he snatched the knickers from Julie's outstretched hands. He lifted them to his face, luxuriating in the heady aroma of the young girl's cunt. Julie again shared in her ********* shame as she knew Mandy hadn't had time to change before coming to work and that she had been wearing those knickers all day so the smell would have been strong.

Mr Jenkins caressed the young girl's fat arse and marvelled at the sight of her two perfect cheeks, each as round and as full as the other, both just waiting for his hand to strike. Mandy knew that the tenderness would quickly be followed by a ****** assault but, even so, it still shook her to her very core when the first smack landed on her right cheek; then the left, then back to the right.

Smack after smack rained down on her poor bum. Mandy didn't know if the pain was coming more from her bottom or from hearing her ****** quietly count each of the blows as they landed on her smooth cheeks; she didn't know if she was more disturbed by the fact that she could feel Mr Jenkins growing hard beneath her or from the fact that she knew she was getting wet – down there.

Mr Jenkins also knew he was getting hard. He had felt his cock starting to stir as soon as the girl had lay down across his lap and now, what with all her wriggling about, he was as hard as a rock within the confines of his black trousers. He could also see the girl's cunt was leaking and he smiled to himself.

"Like ******, like ********," he laughed to Miss Atkins. "Come and get a good shot of me feeding her juices to her ******."

Miss Atkins moved to his side, just behind Julie, as he stopped spanking Mandy and her ****** whispered, "Twelve." At a nod from her manager, Julie reached out once again and held on to her ********* legs, slowly pulling them wide. Mr Jenkins ran his hand down from the girl's sore arse and dipped his fingers in the juices running from her pussy and down her legs. Offering those same, sticky fingers to Julie, she opened her mouth and willingly tasted her ******** on them. She already knew what was to happen next and she felt her own cunt pouring as a result.

Keeping Mandy's legs open, while she was still restrained across Mr Jenkins' lap, her ****** leaned forward and brought her soft tongue to Mandy's cunt for the first time. Mandy tried to struggle but it was no use; Mr Jenkins held her fast while her ******, HER ******, was licking where only she had ever touched. Julie bent down between her ********* legs which she was holding wide until she could reach as much of her ********* pussy as possible. She started as near the top as she could, knowing that Mandy had a beautiful hairy bush but that would have to wait. Mandy's hair was thicker and darker than her own, even before she had been ordered to shave it all off by Mr Jenkins. Now she looked again at a pussy that she suddenly realised she had wanted to taste for some time – her own *********. Almost desperate to plunge her wet tongue, and her fingers, into the waiting cunt, she held back and instead slowly started to lick up and down Mandy's already wet slit, ******** in her sweet juices, sure in the knowledge that no-one had ever done this for her ******** before.

Up and down, up and down, Mandy could feel her ******'s tongue tormenting her. She could feel herself getting even more wet and she knew it wasn't from her ******'s tongue. She squirmed on Mr Jenkins' lap as she tried to push her pussy back against that soft, wet tongue as it probed deeper and deeper. Up and down, up and down, deeper, and deeper, her ****** was doing things to her she had promised herself no-one would until she was married. Then again, she never thought it would be another woman who would cause her pussy to leak so much, never imagined it would be her own ******

"Don't stop. Please, ******, please don't stop!"

Julie had no intention of stopping. Even if Mr Jenkins wasn't there to hold her ******** down; even if Miss Atkins wasn't almost as close to Mandy's pussy as she was with her stupid camera. She knew Mandy was about to cum on her tongue, maybe for the first time ever. She was pushing back against her ******, faster and faster, covering her ******'s face with her juices. Julie wasn't complaining; she loved the taste but she wanted to make this as special as possible for her ********. Knowing what she liked having done to herself, she continued to tongue deep within her ********* virginal pussy while, at the same time, she prised the young girl's clit from its hood and started to flick it with her left hand, her hands no longer required to keep her ********* legs apart..

"Oh my God!" Mandy screamed.

"O my God! OH, MY GOD!"

But her ****** wasn't finished yet. Just when Mandy thought she couldn't take any more, her ****** slowly, inserted one, then two, then three fingers into her sopping cunt.

"OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!"

And by now this was as much for Julie's pleasure as it was for Mandy's. Mr Jenkins and Miss Atkins long forgotten, there was only Julie's tongue, Julie's fingers and Mandy's cunt. Julie could feel her ********* pussy walls spasm around her fingers and knew that Mandy would never forget the time her ****** first made her cum.

Julie and Mandy may have forgotten about Mr Jenkins but he was about to remind them exactly who was in control. As Julie reluctantly withdrew her sodden fingers from Mandy's pussy, she suddenly remembered where she was and looked up at her manager. His eyes were filled with lust as he looked down at her exhausted ******** and Julie suddenly realised that she was terrified that he would want to fuck her ******** and her own pussy would be neglected. She couldn't have that.

Julie knelt upright and took her ******** by the waist, sliding her off Mr Jenkins lap. Mandy seemed to come to as her ****** swapped places with her so that the young girl was now kneeling at the side of her manager's chair while her ****** now stood between him and his desk. She wasn't too sure what was expected of her now so she looked to her ****** for guidance, although she wasn't sure either if she could ever think of this woman before her as her ****** now – not since she had made her cum with her gorgeous tongue and talented fingers.

Julie smiled at her ********, knowing only too well how Mandy would be feeling right at this moment, but when Mr Jenkins grabbed her hips he immediately demanded her attention. She was desperate to be fucked but she couldn't let him know that, he didn't like her to act like a slut, at least not until he told her she could.

The look in his eyes as he ripped open her silk blouse was all too familiar; the buttons flew about the room but he only had eyes for her breasts. Her lacy, white bra was torn apart and he fastened on to each breast in turn, one after the other, sucking them as far into his mouth as was humanly possible. Miss Atkins stood to their side recording this exquisite moment but Julie didn't even care about that. All she cared about was his mouth on her tits and his hand as it found its way up her tight skirt, slowly moving forward up her smooth thigh, slowly moving towards the very spot where Julie wanted it - in her cunt.

Mandy watched in amazement as her ****** was taken in the bank manager's office and she wasn't really putting up much resistance either. She knew that Mr Jenkins had a hold over her, just like he did over her too, but how could ****** do this in front of her ******** and in front of Miss Atkins. Mandy noticed that her ******'s tight skirt was now being pushed further up her legs with each passing moment and gasped as the top of her ******'s black stockings came into view. It was just one shock after another as the skirt was finally around her ******'s waist and Mandy could see Mr Jenkins' hand rapidly moving in and out of her ******'s pussy – because ****** wasn't wearing any knickers. Who was this woman? Was she really just pretending all this time to be quiet and innocent? Was she really just a slut like her dad had always said?

Julie couldn't imagine what was going through her ********'s mind. All she knew that her pussy was finally getting some relief but she wanted more, so much more. She longed to beg for his cock but she knew that wasn't allowed. She had to wait until he was ready and it looked like he was just about there. But how would he take her?

She soon found out as he removed his mouth from her breast and his hand from her pussy, spinning her around to face the desk. Miss Atkins was standing there facing her across the large desk making sure that none of this was missed. Julie realised that what the camera was recording was her tits on full display, her bra in tatters and her skirt bunched around her waist. Miss Atkins zoomed in and down to see her bald pussy but Mr Jenkins had other ideas now.

"Miss Atkins, I think it's time for you to get more involved. Come and sit on the desk. I want Mrs Powers to eat your cunt while I fuck hers at the same time."

Mandy couldn't believe that her ****** was going to do this. It was bad enough that she had licked her ********'s pussy but surely she wouldn't do this disgusting thing to the dragon of a secretary. Miss Atkins, however, seemed only too willing to join in. She handed the camera to Mandy and hopped on to the desk. Leaning back, she spread her legs and her long, wrap around skirt simply fell to either side and Mandy was faced with yet another bald pussy.

"Now, Miss Powers, make sure you don't miss any of this. I want close-ups of my cock in your ******'s cunt and her tongue lapping at Miss Atkins."

Whether Julie was reluctant or not, when Mr Jenkins pushed her forward she immediately went to work on the other woman's pussy. She could see that Miss Atkins' pussy was just as wet and as hungry as her own. "She's dripping," thought Julie, as she steeled herself to eat the manager's secretary. "She's dripping," thought Mandy. "What was wrong with the women at this bank? Did Mr Jenkins have some sort of hold over them all?"

"I've got to taste her!" thought Julie, realising she wanted to make this woman cum too, just like she had her own ********. She put her hands on Miss Atkins bare, smooth skin above her stocking tops and pushed them wide, going straight for her target between the other woman's legs, licking at the juices seeping from her cunt. Miss Atkins felt herself shuddering as Mrs Powers' tongue sent ripples of pleasure through her neglected pussy. She had enjoyed filming the action over the last few punishment days but it couldn't possibly compare with what she was enjoying now. Julie released the other woman's thighs and, instead, brought her fingers to the woman's cunt. She pulled her pussy lips wide, probing deeply with her tongue, and then licked along Miss Atkins' soaking slit, all the way up to her clit. Miss Atkins shuddered once more as she felt Mrs Powers' fingers invading her pussy and her velvet tongue moving round in a tiny circle with her clit at the centre.

Mandy understood that her ****** was being ****** to do this but did she really have to be doing it with such relish. She, herself, was being encouraged by Mr Jenkins to move as close to the action as possible and now, looking through the camera, she could see in minute detail how wet her ****** was making this other woman. She didn't want to admit to herself how wet she was becoming down below once again but she could feel the moistness between her legs and couldn't believe that her body was betraying her again.

Miss Atkins felt Mrs Powers suddenly dislodged from her task and raised her head from the desk. Mr Jenkins had entered his bank teller from behind and was fucking her without mercy. At the forlorn look on his secretary's face, however, Mr Jenkins pushed Julie's head back between the other woman's legs and ordered her to complete her task. Still pounding away in and out of Julie's cunt, he pulled something from one of his desk drawers and handed it to Julie.

"Fuck her with this," he instructed and Miss Atkins felt something sliding easily into her wet pussy. "Oh, YES!" gasped the secretary. Whatever it was it was filling her cunt completely, and she almost went into overload when the hot tongue returned to her clit.

Miss Atkins raised her head once more and looked down the length of her body to see a double ended dildo protruding from her bald lips. Then Mr Jenkins inexplicably withdrew from Julie's cunt and reached down to a lower drawer. While Julie held the dildo and pumped it slowly back and forth, her manager handed her something else.

"This is so fucking hot," he grinned and Mandy couldn't help but agree. She didn't want to – and she wondered what was going to happen next – but she couldn't deny how flustered she was or how much she secretly wanted to put down the camera to join in.

The bank manager handed his new toy to Julie and instructed, "Now stick the beads in and get back to licking her cunt." Mandy was lost now because Miss Atkins already had the huge dildo sticking out of her pussy and her lips were stretched tight around it as her ****** plunged it in and out. Mr Jenkins answered her question by walking round to the other side of the desk, right beside Miss Atkins' head and pulled his secretary's legs up so high that her ankles were next to her ears and her bum was raised off the desk. Still with the camera, Mandy followed his next instruction in total disbelief.

"Get a good shot of her arse hole."

Mandy could only comply obediently but when she saw her ****** use the other woman's own pussy juice to lubricate her bum hole she suddenly realised what was about to happen. Her ****** was about to stuff something up the woman's bum

"Wait, I'm not sure," tried the secretary. "No! Just – Oh!" Julie reamed Miss Atkins' arse hole and then pushed a finger inside. "Oh god!" the woman lying on the desk pleaded. "If you're going to do this lick my clit too." Mr Jenkins duly obliged.

Miss Atkins moaned as she felt Julie's finger probing her bum and then the first of the beads was introduced. It was a new sensation, not painful, it just gave her a feeling of being full. She didn't however have time to think about it as a second bead was pushed into her and then a third and a fourth and then more. Once all the beads were up the secretary's bum except one, Mr Jenkins had some new commands.

"Get on," he instructed Julie and she immediately climbed on to the other end of the dildo as expected. Mandy couldn't even control the camera anymore; she simply stood there dumbfounded, watching her ****** reach new levels of depravity. But there was more to come.

Julie gave out a throaty grunt as she took the toy deeply into her cunt, joining herself with Miss Atkins. She started pumping her hips in a rocking motion while she felt Mr Jenkins start to pull her fat arse cheeks apart. Julie instinctively leant forward and suckled on Miss Atkins's breasts as she prepared herself for what she knew was coming next.

"Oh yes, yes. Suck my tits," demanded the secretary as she felt lips around her nipples, sucking and biting.

"Fuck me, bitch, fuck me," was her next command. Julie did as she was told but now she could feel Mr Jenkins' hard cock pressing against her arse hole. Lubricated only by his tongue, he still entered her in one thrust and pushed the dildo deeper into her cunt and deeper into the secretary's

"I'm going to cum!" Mandy wasn't sure who was talking any more as the three of them were rutting like ******* on the manager's desk. Mr Jenkins fucking her ******'s arse; her ****** fucking his secretary's cunt and Miss Atkins writhing around like a bitch on heat.

"Mrs Powers, pull the beads out of her bum, one at a time."

"Aah!" Miss Atkins exclaimed as the anal sensation added to the heat that was burning in her tits and cunt. "Oh God, yes!" she cried.

Julie knew she was close too riding the double ender, pumping and thrusting her hips as Mr Jenkins thrust his at her. Miss Atkins lifted her head off the desk, straining up, muscles taught, yet stretching her legs as wide as possible. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming!"

"Rip the beads out! Rip the fucking beads out!" yelled Mr Jenkins before reaching under Julie and doing it himself. Julie was lost in her own orgasm between the thrusts of her manager in her arse and the equally powerful thrusts of his secretary in her cunt. She was no more than a rag doll between them.

She only became aware again when Mr Jenkins pulled out of her ravaged hole, climbed on the desk and jerked his cock above them. After only a couple of tugs he to came, shooting his spunk onto Julie's back and Miss Atkins face.

"I hope you got all that Miss Powers, because it is your turn next week."

Mandy had been humiliated at work all week. On Monday she had gone in wearing her shortest skirt and no knickers, as instructed by Mr Jenkins. He had followed her around with Miss Atkins' camera and ordered her to adopt all sorts of revealing poses while she did her cleaning. Almost all of these positions allowed him a clear shot of her bare bum as she bent over to clean something or other. In others he had commanded her to open her legs and show her pussy to his greedy lens. The worst thing of all was that by the end of her work she knew her pussy was dripping wet and it was all too obvious to Mr Jenkins and to his camera.

"Like ****** like ********," he reminded her.

Mandy and her ****** had finally talked about the hold he had over both of them and she now knew the depths to which her poor ****** had been ****** to sink. She also knew that her ****** would come home from work, and from Mr Jenkins' attentions, just as wet as her ******** did.

If Monday was bad, however, the next few days were even worse. On Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday she had been ordered to wear the same knickers, day and night. Each morning she had to come out of her shower feeling all nice and clean then pull on the same pair of big white cotton knickers which, by the time Thursday came around, were visibly stained. She herself could smell her own musky aroma wafting up from between her legs whenever she got hot and sweaty, whenever she got wet, whenever she wanted to make herself cum - which was a lot of the time because her pussy seemed to be constantly itching for attention as her *********** increased by the day.

When Mr Jenkins had ordered her to hand over her soiled knickers last night he had taken further pictures as she bent over in front of him. He had shot her bent forward with her knickers rolled down to her knees. He had shot the obvious stains in her crotch. He had shot her as she shuffled around his office with her skirt around her waist and her knickers at her ankles. He had shot her pushing her fingers into her soaking pussy. Finally he had taken another shot of her very red bottom after he had spanked her. He had no need to bring his knickers to his face to smell them; he had simply wrapped them around his hard cock as he wanked himself into them, adding his spunk to the stains.

When she got home, after another bus ride with a bare pussy and bum, there was another surprise waiting for her. Miss Atkins, who had been off sick all week, was sitting talking to her ******. The last time Mandy had seen Mr Jenkins' hated secretary her ****** had been fucking the other woman with a double ended dildo; now it seemed they were the best of friends but Mandy didn't wait to find out what was going on, hurrying straight to her bedroom to finally put on a fresh, clean pair of knickers. She heard someone leaving through the front door shortly after and peeked out of her bedroom window to see Miss Atkins walking down the garden path, her arrogant swagger filling Mandy with delight and terror. Hurrying to change into her pyjamas, Mandy climbed into bed and tried to pretend to be asleep before her ****** came in and quizzed her on Mr Jenkins' latest demands.

Julie knew her ******** wasn't asleep but she could understand her reluctance to discuss what had happened at the bank tonight. She knew how demanding their manager could be and she knew that Mandy would have had no alternative but to follow his instructions to the letter, no matter how humiliating they were. Tonight, though, she finally had some good news for her beloved ********.

"Mandy? Mandy, open your eyes, I know you're only pretending."

Her ******** reluctantly opened her eyes and looked up at her ******. The woman standing before her was smiling, something she hadn't seen for such a long time. Julie sat down on the side of the bed and put her hand on her ********'s arm.

"What was Miss Atkins doing here? I thought she was off work."

"She is dear but she will be in tomorrow."

"Oh, great. I suppose she is coming in just so she can film Mr Jenkins as he... as he..."

Mandy couldn't finish her sentence. Mr Jenkins had promised that she would be the one to be fucked tomorrow night and she had been dreading it ever since he had told her.

"I don't want you to worry about that. Miss Atkins and I will take care of all that. Now why don't you give your old ****** a hug and try to get some *****?"

Mandy was mystified but was only too glad to think there might be a way out of this nightmare. She was still a virgin and she had promised herself that she would still be one when she got married. "Thank you, ******," said Mandy, kissing her ****** on both cheeks. Julie met her ********'s grateful gaze and leaned in and kissed her. Mandy responded, offering her mouth and ************* parting her lips as she felt her ******'s hand on the back of her head, drawing her into her. Their tongues wrapped around each other as Mandy felt a sense of disbelief but there was nothing she could do other than to give herself up and surrender to the moment. Her ****** pulled back the duvet and caressed her ********'s full breasts. Mandy was shocked even more as her ****** gently touched her nipples through her pyjama top. Mandy's heart was pounding and her mind was all over the place; she knew she should stop her ****** but the excitement and the feeling that ran between her pussy and nipples, was too much to resist; she could feel a new wetness forming in the crotch of her clean knickers.

Mandy felt her ******'s hand as she crept into under her pyjama top, pushing it up and brushing the palm of her hand over her ********'s nipples. The kissing didn't stop and then Mandy felt her pyjama trousers being drawn down over her smooth thighs until they were around her knees, exposing her soft white knickers. She slowly parted her legs as her ****** pulled away from her, bending down to suck on Mandy's exposed breasts, first one and then the other, rolling her nipples between fingers and thumbs as she sucked on them. And then she went lower still, tracing a tongue down over her ********'s fat belly. Mandy felt an urgent aching in her clit as her ****** hooked her fingers under the elastic of her ********'s knickers and pulled them to one side, exposing the young girl's hairy and very wet pussy.

"Oh, Mandy. You have the most beautiful cunt I've ever seen," sighed Julie as she dipped her tongue in the young girl's tasty juices. Mandy felt her ******'s velvet, wet tongue slide in and probe between her inner lips. She licked from bottom to top, up and down, up and down, savouring the taste and then Mandy felt her ******'s fingers opening her up, stretching her pussy wide open, as her wet tongue moved to her ********'s young clit, swirling round and round it until Mandy moaned and raised her hips to meet her ******'s mouth.

"Please don't stop, ******, please don't stop!" she pleaded.

The older woman had no intention of stopping until she made her ******** cum and she proceeded to plunge her fingers in and out of Mandy's tight pussy. She returned to the young girl's swollen clit with her tongue while her fingers hooked up to massage her ********'s special spot. Mandy was lost in the feelings running through her body. She spread her legs wider and pushed up as far as she could to meet her ******'s tongue, rocking her hips back and forth. In total abandon, she let out a low moan.

"Yes, Mandy, that's right, cum for me, cum for your ******," Julie encouraged.

"OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!" screamed Mandy, her whole being centred on the insistent tongue flicking her clit and the fingers plunging in and out of her cunt. She had forgotten all about Mr Jenkins and the trials that awaited her tomorrow; she felt nothing but pure lust as she ground her cunt into her ******'s face, her whole body shaking and convulsing in orgasm.

"YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"

Julie did exactly what the young girl commanded, plunging her fingers deeper and faster while lapping up the juices pouring from Mandy's young pussy, pouring out and soaking the bed. Finally, Mandy's body slowly relaxed on to the bed and ceased trembling.

"You must think I'm a real slut, ******."

"You're not a slut," replied Julie kindly, as she came back up the bed and lay beside her ********. "You're simply a young woman finding out all the pleasures that your body can give you. Would you like to do the same for me?"

Mandy simply nodded in agreement, a nod that was met with a lust-filled smile from her ****** as she undressed quickly and lay down on the bed beside her almost naked ********. She kissed her ******, whose lips quickly parted, allowing her ******** to push her tongue deep into her ******'s hungry mouth. Slowly Mandy made her way down her ******'s body, kissing every inch as she went. While her mouth was savouring Julie's voluptuous body, her hands moved to Julie's large breasts, playing with her nipples and eliciting a small moan of pleasure from her. Mandy could feel her ****** opening her stout legs to allow the young girl access to her dripping pussy. Julie's pussy was shaved perfectly smooth, as commanded by Mr Jenkins, and Mandy couldn't help but stare at it and gently touch its smoothness.

"Don't worry," her ****** smiled, "He will never be able to ***** you to shave yourself. That decision will be up to you."

Mandy still didn't understand but she was too lost in her lust to think about it just now. She licked the length of her ******'s slit, from bottom to top, and savoured the sharp tang of the older woman's juices. She continued to lick up and down until she heard her ****** moan and moan and moan in pleasure; she guessed she was doing it right. Just as her ****** had taught her a few minutes earlier, she moved to her ******'s clit and, moving one hand down from Julie's gorgeous big tit, started to push two fingers into the older woman's dripping cunt.

"Oh, God! Yes! Stick your fingers in me, Mandy" she said, pulling her cunt lips wide open to give her ******** as much access as possible. Mandy simply did as she was asked, inserting first two, then three fingers.

"That's so good, Mandy. Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" as Mandy continued the assault on her ******'s slick, wet cunt, lapping at her clit with her tongue at the same time.

Julie's clit was throbbing under the gentle assault, her nipples were bigger and harder than ever before and she knew she couldn't stop herself from cumming very soon.

"Yes! Yes! YES!"

Julie came with a loud scream, bucking and writhing and crying out in ecstasy for a long time. Eventually she calmed down and her ******** slowly pulled her fingers from the older woman's cunt, feeding her ****** her own juices on her fingers.

Julie licked them each, one by one, hugged her ******** to her chest and said, "Don't worry about tomorrow. I'll look after you."

Mandy was still ready to quit her job. She knew that even letting Mr Jenkins fuck her would probably not be enough to satisfy his perverted mind and she would end up being as willing to succumb to the *********** he handed out as her own ****** appeared to be. No job was worth this. She would find something else – anything else.

She approached his office door and knocked tentatively. As her ****** had promised, Miss Atkins was back and it was the secretary who opened the door to her. Mandy wasn't sure if the other woman's smile was friendly or not but her ****** had been convinced that she could be trusted. Her ****** was standing before the manager's big desk, her hands behind her back and Mandy and Miss Atkins took their places on either side of Julie.

"My three favourite ladies," leered Mr Jenkins. "Miss Atkins, would you get your camera ready?"

"I think you'd better take a look at these photos I've already had developed first, sir," she said, dropping a thick envelope onto his desk.

Mr Jenkins opened the package rather mystified as this wasn't in the plan he had discussed with his secretary earlier. On removing the photos he couldn't help but be impressed by Miss Atkins skill with her camera and he felt his already hard cock throb as he devoured shot after shot of both Mrs Powers and her ******** in various states of undress, of both their fat arses and of Mrs Powers being fucked by him in every position he could think of.

"Yes, yes, Miss Atkins, they are very good. But why are you showing them to me now? You know what the plan was for the photos once sweet Miss Powers here had given me her tight cunt."

"I've got one more to show you, sir."

He took the last photo from her. It was an extreme close-up of a woman's arse-hole, his secretary's own arse-hole he realised. It showed her dirtiest hole gaping wide open and obviously red and sore.

"This is what you did to me last week, you bastard, when you ripped those beads out of my arse. I don't think it has properly closed even now. You promised you would never hurt me but you did. Now you have to pay for that."

"Wh..What do you mean?" stammered Mr Jenkins, the first time that either Julie or her ******** had ever seen him appear to lose control.

"I mean," said his secretary, "that you are no longer in charge. If you do not do exactly what we say then these photos will not only land on the desk of each member of the board but they will also be sent to your wife, your church and the police."

"You can't do that! I'll say you were all willing accomplishes. That I only did what you wanted me to do."

"Don't even begin to think you're going to worm your way out of this one. We've got three voices against one and even if some people don't believe us, others will and your career, your marriage, your life in this town will be over."

Jenkins knew he was beaten and bowed his head. "How much do you want?"

"Oh we don't want money. We want you. We want your arse and we are going to take it, just as you took ours. Now stand up and strip."

Jenkins hesitated just for a moment, then saw Miss Atkins start filling a large pile of envelopes from her desk with the photos. As she filled each one she then tossed it on to his desk and he saw the names and addresses of his local priest, his wife and a few of the bank's board of director's before he suddenly stood up.

"All right! All right! I'll do what you want but then you have to give me all of those."

Miss Atkins simply smiled then, taking Julie and Mandy by the hands, they all sat down on the office couch to watch the show.

Jenkins came round the desk and stood in front of them. He slipped off his jacket and dropped it on the floor. Next came his tie which he loosened then dropped too. Finally, off came his shirt until he stood naked from the waist up. Miss Atkins instructed him to turn around, bend over and hold on to the edge of his desk.

Mandy couldn't believe the unexpected turn that this evening had taken but she was about to shocked further still. Miss Atkins, sitting between her and her ******, turned to the young girl and said, "Mandy, do you want to spank him with or without his trousers on?"

Jenkins started to turn around to protest but Julie quickly jumped to her feet, pushed him back down and whispered in his ear, "Remember the photos, MR Jenkins."

Mandy by now was also on her feet, standing just at her manager's side and suddenly decided, "Let's get them off."

Miss Atkins also stood up, nodded in agreement to Mandy, then reached around her boss's waist and undid his belt. The she unhooked the clasp on his waistband and started to pull his trousers down. Jenkins could feel his face burning in shame even before the laughter started as he was wearing a pair of his wife's pink, bikini-style briefs with a lace trim. They were stretched right across his hairy arse and stretched in the front too as his erection seemed in no hurry to go down.

When the women finally managed to pull themselves together, Miss Atkins looked at Mandy questioningly. Mandy simply said, "Oh, yes! Pull them down." Jenkins was now bent before his desk, his trousers at his ankles, his pretty pink knickers around his knees and his big arse bare for all three women to see. Mandy didn't have the patience or the finesse of her manager so she simply started to spank his cheeks one after the other. Her ******, almost instinctively counted the blows as they rained down on their tormentor's rapidly colouring arse cheeks but Mandy soon found her hand getting sore and stopped for a second to rest.

"Use this," encouraged Miss Atkins as she handed Mandy the thick leather belt she had removed from Jenkins' trousers. Mandy grabbed it with both hands but after only a few more swats at his arse it was obvious that he wouldn't be able to take any more.

"Get on your hands and knees, worm," ordered Miss Atkins who now seemed to be the one in control.

Jenkins did as he was ordered and knelt on the thick rug in front of his desk. Mandy watched her former tormentor, revelling in the sight of his spanked bottom. She suddenly became aware of her ****** at her side, naked. She must have stripped while her ******** was concentration on spanking Jenkins but that wasn't what had shocked Mandy; her ****** stood beside her wearing only her high heels and a long, thick strap on dildo between her legs. It seemed to be attached to some sort of leather harness that Mandy didn't even know existed. Where her ****** had got it she couldn't begin to understand but, as the older woman proudly marched to Jenkins' head, she instantly knew what was going to happen next.

Miss Atkins got into place with her camera as Julie pulled Jenkins' head up and rubbed her plastic cock along his tightly closed lips.

"If you don't suck it, cunt, then it will go up your arse as dry as it is now and, believe me, you really don't want that to happen."

Jenkins knew what she said was true but the reality of sucking a cock, even a plastic one, filled him with disgust. Nevertheless, as Mrs Powers pushed her cock past his lips with greater urgency, he reluctantly opened his mouth and allowed her in. Miss Atkins took one shot after another as the long dildo filled his mouth and reached the back of his throat. Julie wasn't interested in having her cock sucked; she just wanted to fuck his mouth so that is what she did. As he struggled to cope with his mouth being invaded, his saliva ran free and coated Julie's thick cock. Just as he was starting to get used to the feeling, however, she pulled out of him and practically ran round until she was standing before her manager's upturned, spanked arse.

"I've been waiting a long time for this," snarled Julie as she lined up her strap on with his dirtiest hole and plunged her cock into his tight arse with one almighty thrust of her round hips. Jenkins screamed in pain but Julie was determined to make him pay for all the *********** she had suffered over the last few months, not to mention what her manager had put her ******** through as well.

Miss Atkins took a few more shots of the plastic cock sliding in and out of his arse before handing the camera to Mandy with orders to keep shooting. Then she undressed in double quick time and lay in front of Jenkins with her legs open wide.

"Now you worm, lick me."

Jenkins was still being ******** by Julie's arse fucking and hesitated for just a second. She was having none of it and leaned over to push his head down to her colleague's waiting cunt. In total abdication of all control, his tongue reached out and lapped at his secretary's wet pussy. He moved up and down her outer lips while his arse burned, trying to think about the woman in front of him instead of the woman behind him.

Mandy was enjoying herself with the camera this time and took endless shots of his ******'s cock plunging in and out of her manager's arse, his pretty pink knickers still at his knees, while he was being ****** to eat Miss Atkins' pussy. When her ****** reached down and grabbed his hard cock, Mandy made sure she had numerous shots of her ****** wanking their boss until he very quickly shot his load all over his rug. Miss Atkins came almost at the same time and squirted her pussy juices all over his face.

Julie pulled out of his arse and Miss Atkins got up and stood with the other two women behind their manager.

"Lick up that mess, worm," ordered Julie. "You've made a mess on the rug. I don't want to see a single drop of spunk on the rug by the time you are finished."

Jenkins knew he had no choice to obey and started to lick up his own cum from the hairy rug but he was also aware of Miss Atkins going through the drawers in his desk. After only a few moments she had obviously found what she was looking for and returned to her place behind him. Kneeling down at his pink arse, she nodded to Julie who got down beside the secretary, her plastic dick still as erect as ever between her plump thighs. Julie pulled Jenkins arse cheeks apart and Miss Atkins inserted one bead after another into his tight hole. She didn't stop until there was only one left sticking out. Pulling up his pink knickers, she patted him on the bum.

"Now we want you to go home to your wife, show her your new toy, and tell her exactly what you've been up to."

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Sarah Has Another Bad Day



Ever since her calamitous last day at school the previous year, Sarah's wardrobe had changed significantly. Throughout the summer she had been preparing for the new term and now she owned contained several elegant and professional trouser suits. She liked the look of them, the feel of them, the protection they offered and the unspoken message they sent to her students that she was the one in charge. This morning she had chosen her favourite, an Ann Taylor outfit that was comprised of dark brown trousers, dark brown blazer, and a light beige top that was so long that when she tucked it in to her high waistband she knew it would cover her bottom and pussy too.

What her students would never know was that underneath this level of respectability, underneath her air of authority, Sarah was still a very sexy woman and always wore tiny, revealing underwear. Beneath her suit her white lacy bra barely covered her nipples and her white thong was no more than a few strings tied to a small patch of see through lace at the front. She doubted any of her students ever thought about her underwear but, if they did, she was sure they would never be able to imagine her in the skimpy set she was wearing today. There were times, even now, when she grew tired of always being in control and longed for someone else to call the shots. She never dreamed it would be one of those same students.

Just before her last class of the day, she decided to make a quick visit to the staff toilet. On the way there, however, she was accosted by one of her older colleagues who thought Sarah had nothing better to do than to stand and listen to her moaning about the insolence of some of their students. Even when she made it in to the cubicle, the other teacher followed her, sat down in the next stall and Sarah could hear the unmistakeable sounds of the older woman pulling down her skirt and knickers before beginning to relieve herself. Sarah was mortified and tried to be as quick as possible about her own business, horrified that this older woman would also hear what she was doing.

She needn't have worried because the woman had barely stopped for breath and was still bemoaning her students, even when they both washed their hands and left the toilet. Distracted by her colleague's presence and hurrying to get back to her classroom before the next lot of students settled, she didn't notice that she had forgotten to zip up her trousers. Class started and Sarah took off her blazer as she began to teach her final lesson of the day. While standing upright at the blackboard nothing showed, no one, not even Sarah, was aware her zipper was open. After a few minutes, however, Sarah sat on the edge of her desk as she addressed her students. The act of sitting caused the fabric on her trousers to bunch up which, in turn, caused them to spread open around the zip.

Todd Williams sat in the front row. He had the worst seat in the classroom, directly in front of Ms. Tucker's desk. On the first day of term she had allowed the students to pick the seat they wanted. Todd, of course, was late so he was dismayed when he realised the only seat still available was the seat directly in front of the teacher's desk.

God, he hated having her so close to him. He had got into trouble at school over his use of language several times. His conversation was frequently filled with profanity and when he was overheard by a teacher punishment would follow. Sitting so close to him, Sarah couldn't help but hear his mumbled cursing and swearing whenever he was having difficulty in class. She had reported his use of obscene language three times and, as a result, he was currently grounded by his parents due to her latest report. On top of this he was failing her class and she seemed to take great delight in belittling him in front of the rest of the students. He fantasised about how he would one day get even with this bitch but he had never been able to see his opportunity before now. That was all about to change.

As usual that day his mind was on anything except what Sarah was talking about and the young teacher was becoming more and more annoyed at his lack of attention. She called on him, "Todd, what is the answer to question three?"

"What?"

Brought back to reality with a jolt, Todd had no idea what she was asking, which was all too obvious to Sarah and the rest of the class, most of whom immediately started laughing at him. Sarah grinned and reminded him, "You need to stay awake if you want to pass my class". Todd's face turned bright red with embarrassment. He thought to himself, "Fuck you, bitch". With his arms folded across his chest in angry insolence he glared at Sarah as she spoke, promising himself he would get back at her someday. That day was today.

Sarah was still young enough to remember how embarrassing it was when your classmates laughed at you and decided she had punished Todd enough for the moment. Deliberately avoiding eye contact with him and ignoring his defiant stare, she continued with her lecture. That was when her day fell apart for, just as she shifted her position slightly on the desk, something caught Todd's eye. Looking at her, he couldn't believe his eyes; her trousers were wide open. From where he was sitting he could clearly see her knickers. They were white lace, very frilly and, due to the thin material, almost transparent. As he stared at her exposed crotch he realized that he could see some neatly trimmed hair in between Sarah's legs. Here was a teacher he hated and he could see her pussy hair.

Todd realized this was an opportunity to get back at a teacher her loathed and he couldn't believe his luck. He almost laughed out loud at the thought of pointing out her open trousers to his friends and embarrassing her. Since Sarah was intentionally not looking at him, she was unaware of him staring and unaware of what he was staring at. Todd quickly looked round to see if anyone else had noticed the way their teacher was exposing herself but they all had their eyes on their books, concentrating on the lesson Ms Tucker was delivering. He knew he had to do something and slipped his phone from his pocket, switched it to camera mode, then pretended to drop something so that he could bend down and get a very clear photo of Sarah's knickers. The possibilities of what he could do with that photo were endless but right now he wanted to share his good fortune with his friends.

Todd turned toward Jeff, one of his buddies in class, and tried to get his attention. He pointed toward his crotch and then pointed at Sarah but Jeff did not understand what he was trying to say and returned to his book. This frustrated Todd enormously but he was not going to let this opportunity pass by. He was determined to embarrass this bitch and even if it meant he was grounded for a lifetime it would be worth it this time. He opened up his notebook, wrote a note, and tried to toss it to Jeff.

Sarah was becoming really annoyed once again that Todd was not only being lazy and insolent as usual but now he was disrupting the rest of her class. She was still totally ignorant of the show she was making of her knickers and of herself and, when she saw Todd trying to pass a note to someone she sprang off the desk. She quickly intercepted the note before it reached Jeff and walked back to her desk, resuming her previous position once again, stretching her trousers front once again, revealing her knickers once again.

"Alright class, lets see what is so important," Sarah said. "Let's share Mr Williams' thoughts. Maybe he has some new insight into this exercise that I hadn't thought of. Do you want to read it to us, Todd?"

Sarah was determined to punish Todd; she was going to humiliate him in front of the class by having him reading his probably crude note to them all and if he didn't, she would read it to them herself. Todd was absolutely elated when he realized his plan was going even better than he had anticipated. He had expected Jeff to share his amusement at their teacher's accidental display but now this hated teacher was going to announce to the whole class that her knickers were on show.

"No, that's ok, miss. You can read it."

Sarah was a bit taken aback by this turn of events and by Todd's defiance but she knew she couldn't back down now. She made quite a show of unfolding the note, holding it up and telling all her students, "Hey guys check this out. That fucking bitch of a teacher is putting on a show. The stupid cunt is showing her pussy. Her trousers are unzipped and her lace knickers are showing."

Sarah looked down in horror. She saw the open zip, the gap in her trousers and her lacy thong on display for them all to see. Giggling and smiling broke out from all the students in the class as they rose from their seats to get a better look. Out of the corner of her eye she saw that some of them had their phones in their hands and were obviously recording her ***********. Todd simply leaned back in his chair with a smug look on his face, finally having demeaned the teacher he so despised.

Sarah quickly tried to pull up her zip, but to her dismay the zipper became stuck. The giggling began to turn to outright laughter as she struggled with it while the entire class looked on and revelled in her predicament. She used all her strength and gave one final tug, nearly sobbing when she heard a ripping sound. She wasn't the only one who heard it, however, and her students could hardly contain themselves as they saw she had torn a large hole in the front of her trousers.

"This can't be happening," she thought to herself. Now her nearly transparent knickers were easily visible to all the students as they gathered round her, and she suddenly realised that her pussy hair was now just as visible to their eyes and to their cameras as it had been to Todd. Starting to panic, she whimpered, "Help me."

"I'll help you, you stupid cunt", Todd snickered maliciously. He got up from his seat quickly, reached out, grabbed the front of her trousers and yanked - hard. More material ripped, the hole became bigger, the button at the waist broke free and, before Sarah knew what was happening, her tattered trousers fell to the floor, bunching around her ankles. Many students gasped; they were amazed at Todd's audacity but even more amazed at what they were seeing now. Here was their prim and demanding teacher standing there almost naked. In Sarah's tormented mind it somehow seemed even more cruel to be standing there nearly naked as opposed to completely nude but, without warning, she suddenly felt a tingling sensation surging through her, all the way from her pussy to her now very hard nipples.

She was so embarrassed and humiliated she felt light-headed. In her panicky state, her only thought was to get away from all these students, from all these eyes staring at her, from the cameras recording everything and from the fact that she was standing there in just her tiny knickers in front of them all. Her only instinct was to escape and she tried to run but, with her trousers around her ankles, she tripped and landed on her hands and knees. Now the students weren't just leering at her lacy knickers and her visible pussy hair; now they were staring at her tight arse cheeks separated only by the thin strap at the back of her thong. The more she struggled, the deeper into her crack the strap seemed to work itself and Sarah knew every minute of her *********** was being recorded. She hadn't noticed but, when she had fallen forward, the long end of her blouse had become trapped beneath her knee; when she tried to push herself up with her hands, she heard another ripping sound and looked down in shock to see the buttons at the front of her top tear open and her breasts bursting free, once more to the amusement of her students. She cried in anguish as she ****** herself to her feet, rapidly kicked herself free from the ruined trousers and ran toward the door, trying desperately to escape the taunts and laughter and catcalls from her students.

As she burst into the hallway, Sarah nearly collided with another group of students heading toward band practice. She skidded to a halt, shocked to be faced by this new group of students, students who were now staring at her bra and knickers, at her pussy and breasts, just as her own class had been doing. Her mind froze as these students also began to laugh and jeer at her. She didn't even think to cover up with her hands as they ogled her body but she did unexpectedly feel a warmth flow over her and the moistness in her knickers became even more obvious. Her body was betraying her and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Her pussy seemed to have a mind of its own and seemed to be revelling in each new embarrassment that was heaped upon her.

The next thing she knew, she was jostled from the back as her own students rushed out of the door after her. She was knocked to the floor, once more onto her hands and knees and, once more her arse was exposed to an even larger group of students. Turning round, she could see them all gathering around her, staring at her near nakedness, recording her ***********. Then Todd Williams pushed himself to the front of the mob. Grinning down at her as she tried to push herself back, the student who had been at the centre of this nightmare saw one last chance to humiliate her even further. Sarah's legs had come apart as she tried to escape and Todd was the first to see the obvious signs of arousal between her legs.

"Look at the slut! Her knickers are soaking. She's loving showing herself off to us all. Let's strip her totally."

Sarah shrieked in alarm at Todd's suggestion and sprang to her feet. She ****** herself through the crowd, being jostled and groped by the more daring students. Each squeeze of her arse of pinch of her nipples aroused her even more and soaked her knickers time and time again. The others were content just to see what their nearly naked teacher would do next. Once again, in her terrorised frame of mind, all she could think about was to escape, to escape these students, to escape their eyes, their hands and their cameras. Most of all, she wanted to escape from them seeing just how turned on she was by this whole horrible experience.

She ran down the hallway, pursued by a large group of students who continued to laugh at her and shout taunts at her. Other classroom doors were flung open as more and more staff and students came to see what all the noise was about. The jeers followed her as she ran, and the more the students laughed, the more they jeered, the more she was seen by her colleagues in her flight, the warmer the feeling between her legs grew until it felt like her pussy was on fire. When she reached the main doors she didn't hesitate; she pushed them open wide, ran through them and headed outside to escape to the sanctuary of her car.

As soon as her burst through the doors, however, she was nearly blinded by several very bright lights and yet another group of people, only this group included the Headmaster, the chairman of the school board and a local news reporter. As her eyes adjusted to the brightness of the lights she couldn't have done a better impression of a rabbit caught in a car's headlights if she'd tried. Standing behind this new group, all men, was a van with a large tower on it; printed in huge letters on the side of the van was the logo for the local TV station and Sarah stopped dead in her tracks. She ****** herself to try to work out what was happening and then remembered that this was the day the school was to officially receive a huge donation from a unanimous benefactor. The Headmaster had announced that morning in Assembly that there would be a media presence to record this historic event and she suddenly knew that this day was certainly going to go down in the history of the school but not in the way the Headmaster had so eagerly anticipated.

All the men standing there gaped at her as she presented herself in a state of total disarray. Her blouse was torn open. Her nipples were rock hard and poking through the thin lace of her bra. Her knickers were soaking and were practically useless in covering any of her most intimate details. It was not enough that most of the school had now seen her in a state of undress; now she noticed the camera with the red light on it that was pointed directly at her. As the students bundled out of the door behind her, she heard their laughter and the total horror struck her. The image of her standing there in her nearly transparent knickers, the outline of her bush clearly discernable, was being broadcast into tens of thousands of homes across the region.

Knowing she was being seen nearly naked by so many people, not to mention all those men and students seeing her live, was a level of *********** Sarah had never experienced before. Her heart was beating so fast she thought it might burst out of her chest. The ***** was rushing in her ears. Her breathing was extremely rapid, almost gasping. Her nipples were aching from being so hard. And her pussy felt like it was hooked to electrodes, with one shock after shock being administered.

Finally she seemed to come to her senses and brought her hands over in a vain attempt to cover her near nakedness. As she did so, however, Sarah's fingers brushed her sensitive pussy lips through her knickers and this touch was more than she could take in her excited state. She could hold back no longer as it felt like an explosion went off between her legs; her pussy flooded her knickers, her whole body shook and quivered and a very loud moan of release escaped her lips. It was the most intense orgasm she had ever felt in her life and she never wanted it to end.

But it did end. Slowly the world came back into focus and with it the reality of what had happened. Here, in front of the Headmaster who was glaring at her, in front of the cameras from the TV station and from the students who were laughing at her, in front of a wider audience at home that she couldn't even begin to imagine, Sarah had performed the most intimate and private moment a person can have. Her *********** was extreme but the feeling had been exquisite.

Sarah had only just escaped with her teacher's license intact. The local TV station had been persuaded that they could not show a teacher at the local school masturbating on the school steps without risking being sued for showing pornographic material on prime time news. Instead, they had agreed to show only the moment when the young teacher had burst through the school doors in a state of considerable undress. Her blouse was torn open and her bra covered breasts were on show. Her skirt had been lost and her tiny knickers were almost see-through due to being soaked in her copious pussy juices. Even so, she had been "encouraged" by the Headmaster to seek employment elsewhere and she knew she would have to move a long way to escape her ignominy.

Eventually, after months of trying at home and abroad, she was offered a position as the new science teacher at an all boys' boarding school in the United States. Sarah grabbed at the chance, seeing it as an excellent way to make a new start and emailed her acceptance within minutes. Now she was finally here, her first day at a new school and the first day of the rest of her life. In her eagerness to accept the job offer she had neglected to do any real research into the school but, if she had, she would have discovered that, although this was a fee-paying school and the boys were all from the richest of backgrounds, they were attending this school for a reason. They had all been expelled from one school or another in the past and were generally considered to be unteachable and unruly.

Even if she had done her "homework" on the school she would never have discovered that one of their favourite pastimes was to play "Guess what is underneath". The boys in her new class had all turned eighteen by the time Sarah arrived but she was determined this time things would be different. The boys, however, were fully versed in the rules of how to stare covertly, and sometimes not so covertly, at a woman's clothing and try to guess what they were wearing underneath. No panty line visible through a skirt meant a thong or no panties at all, in which case the woman would be instantly branded a slut in their minds. If no bra straps were visible through the back of a woman's blouse or dress it means she was wearing no bra at all or possibly a teddy. This only encouraged them even more to try to score further points by catching a glimpse down their target's blouse or top. Although most of their time spent playing their favourite game was ogling at the teenage girls, girls of their own age or slightly older, from the local village, on occasion they would make an exception and single out a fully grown woman as the object of their sport.

As soon as Sarah Tucker introduced herself to the class as their new science teacher, the boys all grinned to one another and they knew she would be unanimously elected as the next player in "Guess what is underneath". After their first lesson together, which Sarah thought had gone quite well even if she did find it a bit disconcerting to feel the stares of a room full of adolescents all focused on her, the boys gathered in their dormitory and discussed how they were going to play the game this time. They knew that this would be a special assignment and they wanted to make sure they played her right to ensure the maximum exposure for her and the maximum thrill for them. After a while, they noticed that Alex wasn't joining in the discussions as eagerly as he usually did and asked if something was wrong. He just smiled smugly to himself and to them, assuring them that everything was fine but that they should take their lead from him on this one. One or two raised objections as they wanted to be the ones looking down Miss Tucker's blouse or up her skirt but he promised them that, if they followed his lead, the rewards would be great and would be shared by them all. Agreeing to allow him one day to prove his boast, they dispersed and all looked forward to their science class the next day.

During class Sara was becoming aware of the fact that her students were paying more and more attention to her breasts rather than to their lessons. She could feel her face starting to blush as well as the familiar feeling between her legs as she became more and more embarrassed. Her knickers (no, her "panties"; she was in a new country now and must get used to the small changes in language); her "panties" were still as sexy as they had always been as Sarah was determined that there would never be an occasion when any of her new students would ever see them.

Pretending not to notice their stares, even as she became even more self conscious, she was relieved when Alex raised his hand and asked if she could help him with a problem he had. Relieved to move away from the front of the room, she strode purposefully down the aisle between the desks, towards the rear of the class where Alex was sitting. As the boy pulled out something from under his notebook, Sarah was ****** to bend over to take a closer look. As she did so, the boy sitting next to Alex, his best friend, Danny, stared at the round bottom of the new teacher and noted that, despite her the modest length of her skirt, down below her knees, it stretched tightly across her cheeks and told his experienced eye that she was wearing French cut panties. What colour they were or what they were made of, he had no way of knowing but Alex had promised all these details would be revealed in good time. Danny shifted his legs under his desk, rearranging the front of his pants as his teenage cock grew quickly in appreciation of the young woman bent over inches from his desk.

"How can I help you, Alex?" asked the unsuspecting teacher.

"Did you know I had cousins in London, miss? In fact one of them, Todd Williams and I have been emailing each other ever since we were old enough. Last night I told him we had a new teacher from England and he sent me this photo? This is you, miss, isn't it?"

At the mention of Todd Williams' name, Sarah's heart had almost stopped. Her face burned deep red, even without looking at the picture, and when Alex waved it under her eyes, she had snatched it from him and marched back to her desk. She sat back down but could not face the inquisitive eyes of the rest of the class. Dismissing them early, she busied herself at her desk until the boys had all filed out of the classroom, delighted to be spared any more of the young teacher's demanding lesson.

When she dared to raise her eyes again, Alex was standing in front of her desk, smiling. He was looking down at her, almost indulgently, and pointed to the photo. For the first time, Sarah stared at it and realised it was the one Todd had taken of her panties being on show in front of his whole class when she had forgotten to pull up the zip on the front of her pants after a visit to the staff loo.

"This is you, miss, isn't it?"

Sarah hung her head in shame, knowing there was no way of denying that it was her who was in the photo; it was her who was sitting on her desk in front of a classroom full of students and it was her who was showing off her panties, even if it was an accident.

"Well, miss?"

Sarah raised her head, tears welling up in her eyes and nodded.

"Thank you. That's all I needed to know."

With that, he turned and walked out of the room, rushing to catch up with his friends and leaving his teacher shocked and mystified. What was he going to do? Should she pre-empt any possible trouble and confess all to the Principal. No, it had taken so much effort to secure this position. She knew if she walked away now, she would be unlikely to ever teach again. She would have to try to reason with Alex and try to persuade him not to tell anyone else about the photo or about what had happened in her last school.

When Alex caught up with his friends in the dorm they tried to find out what he had said to Miss Tucker. He urged them to be patient as tomorrow would see the start of their young teacher's new ***********. As an added incentive, he promised each of them that if he didn't have a picture of their latest target's bra then he would pay each of them five dollars. If he did get such a photo, however, they had to pay him. They all readily accepted since money was never an issue for these boys. Sarah, meanwhile, went home and spent a miserable night wondering what was going to happen to her. She knew she couldn't lose her job again; she knew that she hated the idea of being embarrassed in front of a new group of students; and she knew her panties hadn't been as wet since the day she had left the UK.

The next day, Sarah suffered throughout all her classes, wondering what was going to happen when she taught Alex's class. As the time finally arrived and she watched the boys find their seats, she pretended to be busy with something on her desk. She was, however, keeping a close eye on her latest tormentor, wondering what he would do today. All seemed to be going well as he and the other boys busied themselves with the exercise she had given them, thinking that if she kept them busy there would be no time for any trouble. About to congratulate herself for being so strong, she nearly cried when Alex raised his hand once more from his seat at the back of the class. Sarah steeled herself and walked over to her student, not wanting him to ask his question out loud in case he said something in front of the whole class to humiliate her. She thought she could sense an anticipation in the class as if they all knew something was about to happen but she ****** that thought from her head, ********* to cope with the idea that all these boys were aware of her secret history.

Squatting down at the side of his desk so that she was eye to eye with him and, once more unknowingly giving Danny a nice view of her long skirt pulled tightly across her hips and ass, she looked at him with something pretending to be dominance in her eyes but which they both knew was fear.

"Yes, Alex, you have a question?"

"Yes I do. It's related to the matter we spoke of yesterday."

Alex kept his voice low because he wanted to keep his secret knowledge of his young teacher's past to himself for just a bit longer.

"I'm not sure that the woman in the picture I showed you is actually you. You've told me it is but I think I'll need some more evidence."

Sarah trembled in fear, not really wanting to think about what this boy could want but she knew she had to ask.

"What do you mean?"

"I think I have to check your breasts just to make sure. I'm going to open your blouse as you kneel there and take a photo of your bra. Then I'll be able to compare it with the photos my cousin sent me."

"Isn't it obvious it's me, Alex?" she almost whispered.

"That's what I need to confirm, miss. If you prefer, I could show the rest of the class my photos and ask them what they think."

Once again, Sarah found herself in a situation whereby her cheeks were burning in embarrassment and her panties were getting moist at the same time. Why did her body always have to betray her like this? She didn't want to feel this way but she knew that squatting down beside this young student as he "suggested" that she should expose herself to him was humiliating and arousing in equal measure. When she hesitated to comply, Alex asked again if she wanted him to show the rest of the class his photo.

"No, please, Alex, you can do what you want. Just promise me you'll not show anyone those pictures," she begged.

Alex promised, knowing full well that he had no intention of keeping his promise, but he was becoming impatient with the beautiful woman beside him. He knew he had turned her world upside down and suspected that her emotions were running somewhere between fear and *********** but he also knew class was about to end. He needed that photo.

As Sarah made no move to escape but, equally, made no effort to assist, him he saw his classmates were rubbing their hands in anticipation of winning the bet. He could see nothing but a high buttoned blouse and that was never going to be enough of a prize.

"Fuck this," he thought. "No way am I letting this stupid cunt cost me the bet". In a bold move he reached up and quickly unbuttoned three buttons on Sarah's blouse as if that sort of thing was done all the time. Sarah was taken aback at the suddenness of his move but, in her shock, she did nothing. With her blouse open her shear bra was clearly exposed. Alex snapped a picture of her lace bra complete with her hardening nipples poking through. Calmly putting his camera back in his pocket, he nodded to Miss Tucker, half expecting her to drag him out of class and march him to the Principal's office. He would be suspended for sure but he knew it would have been worth it. Instead his previously prim and proper teacher simply buttoned her blouse back up, straightened up and walked back to her desk and pretending that nothing had happened.

After class the guys got together in their usual hang out place back in their dorm and Alex forwarded Sarah's picture to all his buddies. Before the school day was over her picture would be all over the internet porn sites. Alex collected his bet and said, "She just stood there showing me her bra and didn't say anything. I think she likes being humiliated like that". They all started laughing at the picture displayed on their camera phones.

"How on earth did you get away with that?" asked Craig. "I wonder if her panties are as sexy as her bra. Maybe you could get her to show us up her skirt next, Alex. Maybe she likes being humiliated. Maybe she would strip in front of the whole class."

The boy was obviously getting more and more excited as his dirty mind ran away with itself while he stared at the photo of his teacher's hard nipples sticking through her lacy bra. Alex knew he had to slow things down or his friends would get carried away and ruin this by going too fast.

"Ok, Craig, calm down. If we take our time with this I'm sure we can get her to do anything we want but we have to do it one step at a time. Can I assume that I am still in charge of this game?"

All the others nodded their heads eagerly, wondering what Alex was going to suggest next.

"Ok. Well, I'm willing to bet ten dollars this time that I can get a photo of her panties? Anyone want to take the bet?"

Every one of them excitedly took up their friend's challenge and couldn't wait until the helpless Miss Tucker was standing in front of them again. They knew she would wear a long dress or skirt as she always did but now they knew they could afford to dream tonight about what she had on beneath that conservative garment.

Sarah slept even less that night and when she returned to school the next morning she could concentrate on nothing without wondering what was going to be asked, no demanded of her in Alex's class. She didn't have long to wait as he and his buddies arrived in her classroom for the final lesson of the morning. She waited and waited, constantly looking at Alex sitting at the back of the class, wondering when he was going to raise his hand. When he didn't and the class bell rang, Sarah breathed a huge sigh of relief and began to gather her things before escaping to the staff room for lunch. When she looked up, however, Alex and all his friends were still sitting at their desks.

"Class is over, boys. It's lunchtime." She was trying to be authoritative, trying to be a teacher, but none of her students seemed to be taking any notice. That was when Alex raised his hand. Shuddering in fear and trepidation, she walked to the back of the class.

"What is it, Alex? It's time you all left."

"If that's what you want us to do, miss, then we will. I was just wondering if you could help me make more certain the identity of the woman in the photo I spoke to you about. I don't think I have enough evidence yet to make a final decision."

"What more do you want from me, you little creep? I've told you that's it is me in your horrible photo and I've even let you take another photo of my breasts. Now get out of here."

"OK, miss. I was just wondering. I guess I'll just ask my buddies what they think of the photos and video Todd sent me from England." Alex was still keeping his voice low, still keeping his secret, still tormenting his teacher.

Sarah's face crumpled and she knew she was beat. She could never allow anyone in the school to see the evidence of her past *********** and if she had to endure a few more embarrassing days at the hands of these few boys then that was what she would have to do. She leaned forward, sure that Alex would want another photo of her breasts, maybe even this time without her bra. Maybe then he would leave her alone.

"All right, Alex. What do you want this time?" She ****** herself to smile at the horrible boy who seemed to hold all the aces but smiling was the last thing she felt like doing.

"Nothing much, miss. I just want you to raise your skirt so that I can make sure your ass is the same one as the one in Todd's photos."

She looked at him in disbelief. How could she possibly demean herself like this and show off her panties to these horrible boys, boys not much younger than she herself, boys who all seemed to be staring at her, or more exactly, at her ass. Her cheeks blushed a deep shade of red as she realised she was even considering doing what he had suggested. Still, she had to try one last time

"Haven't you seen enough, Alex? You know it's me," she whispered.

"Well, you may be right, miss, but unless I make this final check I'll just have to ask my friends. Is that what you want?"

Realising she was defeated, she shook her head. Still keeping her voice as low as Alex's, still keeping the conversation just between the two of them, she begged him to do one thing for her.

"All right; just ask the others to leave, please."

Alex quite liked the idea of being the only one to see his young teacher's round bottom and he told the others to leave. They weren't too happy about it but when he explained it was the only way they were going to get the photo, they all picked up their books and trudged out. Sarah followed them as if nothing unusual was happening and locked the door behind them, making sure no-one was going to burst in unexpectedly. Taking a deep breath, she turned from the door and faced her tormentor.

"Promise me that this will be it, Alex. That nobody will ever learn about this; that you will never ask me to do anything like this again."

"Of course not, miss," Alex promised. Another promise he had no intention of keeping. "One final check and it will all be over."

Her whole body trembling, Sarah slowly turned round until her back was to her student. Taking hold of the long tweed skirt she had chosen for today, she slowly began to raise it up her toned legs. Alex watched in amazement as the bottom of her skirt rose up her calves, towards her thighs. He nearly gasped aloud as she continued to pull it up over her thighs and his cock jerked within his pants as he saw she was wearing stockings, her naked thighs coming in to view as she bunched the long skirt around her waist. If that was shocking enough for the eighteen year old boy, seeing the back strap of his teacher's thong trapped between her gorgeous ass cheeks nearly made him cum on the spot.

He could never have known it but Sarah's body was reacting too and she felt the cotton gusset of her panties become flooded with her own juices and she prayed he would not notice. But Alex was noticing everything. He simply stood there and drank in the picture of his sexy teacher displaying her bottom just for him. Then he remembered he had to take a photo or he would lose the bet

"Thank you, miss, I'm almost certain now that it's you in the photo. One last thing and then we're all done. Spread your legs apart and bend over."

Sarah was too buried in her shame to reason correctly any more and slowly she complied. Keeping her stocking-clad legs straight, she began to bend over at the waist and didn't stop until her body was parallel to the floor. In this position her thong seemed to bury itself even deeper into the crack of her ass as she held herself as if waiting for permission to drop her skirt and stand up straight.

Alex was struggling not to take out his cock and ravish his teacher there and then but the most important part of his bet had still to be carried out so, reaching into his pocket, he took out his camera and holding it at the ready, gave my final instruction to Sarah.

"Can you look round for me, miss?"

Without thinking, she did as she was told and saw in horror what Alex was doing.

CLICK!

Her momentary hesitation about what he was doing was all he needed to get the perfect shot. Not only a perfect shot of her ass and her thong but a perfect shot of her face and her immediate surroundings. It would be all too easy for someone looking at the photo to identify both the classroom and the teacher. This was all he needed to take his little blackmail scheme even further.

"Thank you, miss. That's just perfect." And with that he simply picked up his books and sauntered out of the classroom, intentionally leaving the door open. Sarah was horrified and dropped her long skirt, running after him to lock the door before slumping against it, her cheeks red, her eyes brimming with tears and her panties soaked.

Alex had to ***** himself to stroll to his waiting friends. He wanted to run faster than he had ever run before but he was determined to keep his cool because he wasn't finished with Sarah just yet. When he finally reached the dorm, the other boys practically stole the phone from his hands to see what photo he had captured this time but he made them wait and eventually forwarded it on to each of their four mobile phones.

As amazed as they were, as aroused as they were, they too tried to play it cool and laughed, nervously perhaps, at their teacher for wearing this type of panties, and the winnings were paid out to Alex.

"I told you I could do it. I bet it really turned her on to lift her skirt and show off her ass like that. I could probably have taken her panties off too and she wouldn't do a thing about it."

The final boy of the four, the quietest, Andrew stared at his teacher's gorgeous ass and asked, "Ok, we've seen her bra and panties, what about her tits and pussy? I don't think Sarah shaves her pussy. I bet she has full bush between her legs. I bet you can't get her to show them to you."

"This will be the final bet then," Alex replied seriously. "I bet each of you fifty bucks I can get a picture of Sarah's tits and pussy and, even more, you can all take your own picture at the same time."

None of the boys believed this could really happen but they were more than happy to take the bet. If Alex didn't deliver then they would have to pay them fifty bucks; but if he did, well, it would be incredible to see their young teacher's naked body and to take a photo of her tits and pussy.

Sarah slept like a log that night but only after she had cried for hours reliving the day before she finally succumbed and allowed her right hand to reach down into her soaking panties. Feeling how wet she was, knowing how embarrassed she had been bending over in front of a student, realising the position she had put herself in by lifting her skirt, showing off her ass, her thong and her face in her own classroom meant she couldn't control herself. She came almost as soon as her finger ran along her wet slit and reached her swollen clit. It was only when she awoke the next morning that the full realisation of her predicament sank in.

In class, she could hardly speak to her students and gave them all work to do to keep them occupied. It didn't stop her mind running forward and worrying about how she could possibly face Alex again but, when the final class came round, it seemed as if he had forgotten all about what had happened the previous day. He was on his best behaviour throughout the class but Sarah wasn't fooled by this and suspected he was waiting for the class bell to ring again. When it did, however, and all the students, including Alex and his friends, began to troop out of the room, Sarah sat down and breathed out for what seemed like the first time in an hour. That was when Alex locked the door and he and his three buddies turned to face their young teacher.

Sarah heard the turn off the lock and looked in fear at the four boys.

"Class is over, boys. It's time for you to leave."

"I don't think so, miss. We've got a proposal for you that I think you will want to hear." Alex smiled menacingly at her as he and the three others approached the frightened young woman.

"We want to see your tits and pussy, miss. We want to see you strip off here in your classroom and show us every inch of your gorgeous body."

"What? No way! Leave this classroom right now and I'll tell no-one about this."

"Well, we'll leave if you want us to, miss, but we'll tell lets of people about it. We'll tell the Principal; we'll the other teachers; we'll even tell the other students. We'll also show them these photos. Maybe you should take a look at them before you make your final decision."

Alex thrust three large photos into Sarah's trembling hands and she looked at them in increasing horror. The first one was the one he had taken after he had opened her blouse at the back of the class, showing off her lacy bra and hard nipples. Sarah was almost relieved when she looked at it because there was no way of telling it was her breasts that were in the photo. The second one dispelled these doubts, however, and was one that even Alex had been surprised by. It had been taken secretly by Andrew and showed the moment when Alex had taken the shot of his teacher's bra and it showed both he and his teacher very clearly. Sarah shuddered in her *********** because she knew what the third photo would be. As she brought it to the fore she looked at her own surprised face as she stood in her own classroom, bent over, her skirt around her waist, her stockings stopping half way up her otherwise naked thighs and her thong trapped deeply between her round ass cheeks.

With tears in her eyes, she looked at the boys, boys of eighteen, men really, and bowed her head in **********.

"What do you want me to do?"

"We've told you all that we want, miss. Now if you would be so kind as to start undressing then this will soon be over for you and we will never bother you again."

Sarah realised at that moment that Alex's promises were never going to be honoured but she also knew she had no choice. If she wanted to keep this job, and she really did, then she would have to do exactly as they ordered. She began by removing her blouse first, unbuttoning the front and exposing another tiny lace bra, pink this time, glad even at that moment that it was better at hiding her stiffening nipples than the lace one in the first photo. Sliding the blouse off her shoulders, she let it slip to the floor and brought gasps of amazement from three of the boys. Alex knew exactly what would happen but, up to that point, the other three didn't really believe that their science teacher was going to strip off in front of them. Now she stood there with just a tiny bra covering her tits and they couldn't stop staring.

"They're not very big are they, you slut?"

Danny was feeling brave now. He didn't know what hold his friend had over the young woman in front of them but he knew it had to be something big or she would never be going along with this. Even the photos they already had were nothing compared to this but he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. He was going to make this teacher pay for every time any teacher had ever disciplined him over the years and that had been a lot of times.

"I bet they don't even bounce when she is running. Do they, whore? Do your tits bounce when you run? Let's see them bounce. Take off your bra and start running."

Sarah had never been more humiliated in her whole life, not even at her previous school. To hear an eighteen year old boy/man speak so degradingly about her breasts made her face burn redder than it ever had. She knew her breasts weren't the biggest in the school but she quite liked the way they were just a good handful for any boyfriend she had had in the past and the fact that they still pointed upwards. Now she felt only shame as she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. The straps slid down her arms and fell on top of the blouse at her feet, leaving her standing there, topless, her hard nipples now visible to her four students.

"Well her tits might not be very big," exclaimed Danny, "But look at those huge nipples. I'd love to suck on those. Ok, slut, let's see you running. Let's see if you can make those tiny tits bounce."

Sarah nearly burst out crying as she began to lift her legs and started to run on the spot. She knew the only way to escape this nightmare was to do what they wanted, as quickly as they wanted, so that she could put her clothes back on. To cries of, "Faster! Faster!" she began to really pump her legs, building up a sweat and feeling her breasts bouncing in front of her. It was only when she heard Danny and the others laughing at her that she stopped, her rapid breathing slowly returning to normal.

"Very good, miss, now continue," encouraged Alex, still being as polite as he had always been.

The tears were falling from Sarah's eyes as she began to unzip her long black skirt. All too quickly it fell to her feet revealing her long stocking-clad legs and pair of pink bikini cut panties which matched her bra. Kicking of her shoes, she knew her panties were next; there was no longer any point in delaying the inevitable. She took a deep breath and hooked her thumbs under the waist band, rolling them down over the naked tops of her thighs, down over her stockings and finally down to her feet. As she bent down to remove them from her ankles her breasts hung down and she almost wanted to tell Danny to look at them now when they were at their best. When she raised her head again, however, she was faced with four bulges in the front of her four students' pants and she thought it best not to say anything.

As she stood there, naked, her hands by her sides, the four boys slowly circled me, walking round her, deliberately taking their time. The only words they uttered were insults. "Slut. Whore. Pig." Their horrible words only added to her building arousal and Sarah shivered at the thought they might notice the juices running from her pussy.

At that point, Alex decided to twist the screw just a little bit tighter. He walked back to the door, unlocked it and opened it. Sarah was now truly frightened. Not so much about what the boys were making her do because, in one sense she thought she might be safer with the door open; but her mind was now tormented by what could happen if someone walked by. One of her colleagues, male or female, could walk past the door and see her standing there naked in front of four of her students. One of her students might come back for something. Maybe even the old caretaker could appear as he did his rounds at the end of the day

"Now, I can see you're in a hurry for us to finish, miss, so we only have one more request for you. We'd like to take some photos."

"No, Alex, please. No more photos. I've done everything you've asked of me. Please let me go."

"We will, miss. This is just our little insurance policy to ensure you don't go running to the Principal or to the police. Now stand still please."

The four boys pulled out their phones and immediately switched them to camera mode. Pointing them at their naked teacher, they all took their first shot of her standing there in the front of her own classroom.

"Very good, miss, but from now on I want to see you smiling. We want to make sure you give the impression you're enjoying yourself. However, for this next one it's not your face we're interested in. Bend over your desk, with your ass facing us. Spread your legs wide so we can see your pussy too."

Sarah was crying openly now as she did what she was told but she knew, equally, that her pussy was soaking wet and her nipples were throbbing. She heard the students admiring her ass and taking several photos each, one or two of them bending low so that they could include her pussy lips in the shot.

"That's lovely, miss, but I don't think we're seeing enough. Can you reach back with your hands and spread your cheeks. I think we need to get at least one shot of your tight little asshole."

Sarah hung her head in shame but did as she was told; reaching back she pulled open her cheeks as instructed and exposed her dirtiest hole to their hungry eyes and their insatiable cameras.

"Well, I think that's the best shot yet, miss. But I wonder if you could better it. Get up and lie across your desk now; on your back please. That's right, now lift your legs so that your heels are resting on the edge of the desk. Wonderful. Now, last thing, bring one hand down as if you are playing with your pussy. It's certainly wet enough. I bet you'd like to, wouldn't you?"

Sarah almost answered yes as she realised how wet she was but she knew that she could never do that; not here in her classroom, not in front of these four boys. No! That was going too far. She did as she was instructed, however, and brought her hand down. Smiling as she had been ordered to do, she looked the picture of a slut as she pretended to masturbate in front of her students and they recorded it all for posterity. She was shaking now in shame and also in lust. More than anything, however, she was shaking in fear that she would make herself cum before they left her alone.

She didn't have to worry, though, for as soon as they took their final shots, spat once more in her face that she was a slut, they left the room, hollering in excitement at what had just happened. What she should have done then was to quickly scamper over and close the classroom door that they had left wide open. What she should have done was get dressed before anyone else came by. What she did do, unfortunately, was stroke her dripping slit.

She realised how exposed she was; the door was open, she was lying naked on her own desk in her own classroom and still she couldn't pull her hand away from her pussy. She tried to block out all of that, even if it was adding to her *********** and to her arousal and imagined she was alone, at home.

As she stroked her pussy, she could feel her clitoris slowly growing under her hand but tried not to touch it as she knew she would cum all too soon. As she became more and more wet, she felt her middle finger slip past her lips her juices quickly covering it.

She moved her left hand to her breasts and, even though Danny had insulted them, luxuriated in the feel of them beneath her own hand. Her breathing was starting to become faster and she heard the first moans of pleasure escape her lips as if they were coming from someone else. While every nerve end in her body seemed to be concentrated in her pussy and her nipples, deep, deep inside she could feel her own shame and degradation.

Her left hand moved down her body to join her right. Scooping up her own juices she brought it back to her breasts and covered her highly sensitive nipples with them before sucking off the residue with her own mouth. Doing this a few times more, she realised she could avoid her clit no longer. It was aching to be touched, crying out for her attention.

Once more she reached down with her left hand to ease this ache, while she kept fingering herself with her right hand. She had been right. As soon as she touched her clit, she could feel her orgasm building deep inside her. She began to quicken the fingers plunging in and out of her cunt; she began to quicken the upward thrusts of her hips as she rose to meet her fingers; she began to bounce up and down on her own desk and, once more, she thought Danny should see her tits now as her back arched and her breasts bounced around.

Her right hand was now moving in and out of her pussy so fast it was hardly a conscious movement. Instinct had taken over and finally her orgasm washed over her, filling her entirely, blocking out all her shame, her ***********, her fear, yet very much at the very soul of loss of inhibition

She opened her eyes wide at that very moment, and the reality of where she was struck her violently. The shame she had been trying to silence came back in an instant, but she couldn't deny what she had just done. Even as she looked around and saw the desks and chairs her students had been sitting on not so long ago, she couldn't stop her fingers from fucking herself, she couldn't stop the orgasm that was coursing through her whole body and she couldn't stop that very body shaking on top of her own desk in her own classroom.

Finally, the overpowering sensations seemed to slowly ease off as she withdrew her fingers from her pussy and she relaxed back on to the desk. She looked around her, feeling ashamed once more at what she had done. As she felt her breathing begin to slow down she knew she would always be filled with shame whenever she thought about today's events but she wondered if she would ever cum like that again.

She felt beyond ***********; she knew that. She had just been totally exposed to four students but at least they had not watched her in her most intimate moments. That would have been too much. As she raised her head from the desk, suddenly aware of her nakedness, she was shocked to see Andrew standing there. Even worse, his left hand was holding his softening cock and his cum was dripping to the floor. Worse still was what he held in his right hand; his phone, switched to video mode, her private orgasm shared by this young student and recorded for him to use as he saw fit.

Sarah had finally found a place of her own. Well, not quite her own; she was sharing with another teacher from the residential boys school that they both taught at but, after a number of years living on campus, she was delighted to find her own space. And she and Mary seemed to have so much in common, except for a couple of very significant differences.

Mary was a lesbian and, while that didn't bother Sarah in the least, she still found it embarrassing when Mary brought home another woman or when she heard them making love when she lay awake in her own bed. The other major difference between the two young women was that, after her previous experiences, Sarah had become more and more shy and conservative in her attire. Even her underwear, which had always been very sexy, now consisted of big panties and plain bras that even her ****** would have approved of. Mary couldn't have been more different. She seemed to love wearing the skimpiest thongs and tiniest bras and would think nothing of walking from their shared bathroom in the morning to get fully dressed in her own room. Occasionally, Sarah had bumped into her going in the opposite direction and, while she had blushed, Mary had simply smiled.

This morning had been even worse. The school term was finally over and Sarah was preparing to return home to the UK for the first time in a few years. She had a lot to do today before she left for her flight but she knew she wanted to hold her head high when she walked back into her home town, back into her ******'s house, and the best way for her to do that was to feel sexy underneath, even if her outer clothes still covered her almost from head to toe. She would have to visit the mall and replenish her stock of her favourite type of sheer bras and panties.

Mary too seemed to be in a hurry this morning too and, when Sarah heard her friend opening the bathroom door, she came out of her bedroom and made her way along the hall. She gasped when she saw that the other woman was totally naked and, even though she was staring at her friend from the back, she could still feel her own face burning red at seeing Mary so exposed. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the two round bottom cheeks presented to her so innocently - or so she thought.

Mary, on the other hand, was not so innocent. She looked back when she heard Sarah behind her, saw how uncomfortable her roommate was at catching her naked, and smiled seductively over her shoulder. Sarah was rooted to the spot and, while Mary ducked into her room and grabbed her underwear, she was still standing there when the other woman came back out and started walking towards her. Sarah didn't know where to look as she was now faced with her friend's naked breasts and beautiful bald pussy.

"Sorry, Sarah; just forgot these. Won't be a moment." And with that she went back into the bathroom and locked the door behind her.

Sarah had to ***** her feet to move as she finally made her way back to her own room and sat down on her bed. Her cheeks were still burning but, even worse, she knew that her nipples were practically bursting through the oversize T-shirt she had been ******** in and she could feel that familiar tingling between her legs as her panties began to get a little damp.

Soon she heard Mary unlock the bathroom door again but this time she opened her own door just a crack to make sure her friend at least had her underwear on and was making her way back to her own room. Sure enough, she saw Mary's round cheeks bouncing along within the tight confines of her tiny panties before she reached her bedroom and closed the door behind her.

Sarah practically ran to the bathroom and made sure she locked the door before she undressed and got into the shower. Unlike Mary, she always got fully dressed before she went for her shower. She knew it was taking things to the extreme and her bath robe would have covered her just as effectively but, after her *********, public exposure both here and in the UK, she was determined nothing like that would ever happen again -- even in her own home.

She pulled her T-shirt over her head and stood there brushing her hair in a white bra and jeans. Putting down the hairbrush, she unbuckled her belt and wiggled her hips a little to ease her jeans down, letting them drop to the floor before stepping out of them. Her bra soon followed and she looked at her own breasts in the mirror. They weren't the biggest in the school; they weren't even the biggest in this house as Mary's, which she had just seen all too clearly, were bigger. But she liked her breasts. They were round and firm and she knew her nipples were very sensitive when they were aroused; just as they were right now, she smiled to herself, not wanting to believe that Mary's little show in the hall was the reason for her slight arousal.

As she slid her big cover-all panties down her long slender legs, she reminded herself that she would have to shave more fully than she had been used to doing recently. The tiny thongs she intended to buy today would require a clean shaven pussy to show them off at their best. Not that Sarah intended doing any showing off but she wanted to feel good about herself when she was trying them on.

She turned on the shower and after testing the temperature of the water she climbed in, quickly lathering a cloth before rubbing it all over her body, revelling in the warmth of the water as it ran over her toned body and down her long legs. Looking down, she saw the dark hairs between her legs and knew now was as good a time as any to start shaving again. She reached out of the shower for the scissors she had left on the shelf in preparation for this moment.

Raking her fingers through her pubic hair, grabbing at it with the spaces between her fingers, she closed her fingers together and slowly pulled away from her body. Placing the scissors beneath the hand holding her hairs, she started to trim her bush. Quickly the airs fall away and soon she is able to put down the scissors and move on to working with her razor.

Taking her cloth again, running it under the falling water, she wiped it over her now very short hairs, taking away any excess before reaching for the shaving foam. Squirting a handful of foam onto her hand, she lathered it all over her pussy, her mound, her lips, even all the way down to her asshole. The feeling of the shaving foam being massaged into her skin, gave her a pleasant sensation between her legs but she knew she couldn't allow it to go any further or she would never be able to keep a steady hand when it came to shaving her more intimate areas.

Taking a clean razor, she rinsed it under the shower and slowly dragged it across her mound, the feeling of the sharp blade on her skin is seductive and cleansing in equal measure. Rinsing the blade after each stroke, it took her a good few minutes to clear her pussy completely, loving the feeling of the water running over her smooth skin. Lathering up one final time, she sat down on the floor of the shower and pushed herself forward so that, even in such an awkward position, she could reach the tiny hairs around her asshole and shaved them off too, quickly but carefully.

Standing back up, she put down the razor and reached for the shampoo, she bending her head forward to ensure her long, dark hair was fully covered in the fruity smelling suds. Turning round she tilted her head back and allowed the water to run through her hair. In doing so, her breasts were pushed up and out and she felt the water caress them as it ran down from her face. Unable to resist, she brought her hands down from her hair and began to rub her tits, her fingers straying to both her nipples, circling them, pulling them, teasing them.

She knew she had a lot to do today but she was enjoying the feel of her own body, the touch of her own fingers and one hand began to slide down her toned body, aiming straight for her waiting, now bald, pussy. Just then Mary knocked on the door.

"I'm just popping out, Sarah. I'll try to be back before you leave for the airport."

She was shocked back to reality and managed to mutter an, "OK, see you," before she realised that the moment had been lost. Gently cursing the interruption by her friend, she turned off the shower and pulled back the screen, just as she heard the front door closing. She dried herself off with her soft towel, aware that her body still felt sensitive from her shower and her interrupted arousal, she quickly pulled on her clean underwear. Gathering the clothes from the bathroom floor, she was making her way towards her room when she heard the knock at the front door.

Lost in a moment of disconcertion and uncertainty, she stood still hoping they would go away. Unfortunately, the knocking started again, this time even louder. Not knowing whether she should pull on the same clothes again, go back to her room for her robe or for the clean clothes lying on her bed, or whether she should go and answer whoever was at the door. She didn't have to open it, after all. She could easily talk to whoever was there from behind the closed door. Her decision made, she made her way quickly down the hall. Just before she reached the door, there was another knock, even louder and more insistent, before she heard Mary's voice from the other side.

"Sarah, can you hear me? Let me in. I've forgotten my purse and my keys."

Now she was in a real quandary. Should she open the door and let her friend in, even though she was standing there in only her modest bra and panties; or should she ask Mary to wait while she went back to her room and grabbed her robe. She decided on the latter.

"Just a moment, Mary; I'll go and throw something on."

"There's no need for that. I'm in a hurry; just let me in. I'll only be a moment. It's not like you've got anything I haven't seen before, even if I haven't seen yours yet."

Sarah's cheeks were blushing immediately. She realised that there was no good reason to keep her friend waiting. She realised that Mary was about to see her in her underwear. She realised that Mary was about to see how conservative Sarah's underwear was compared to her own. And she realised that Mary had said, "yet." She could feel her whole body cringing as she unlocked the door and let her roommate back in.

"Thanks. I'll just grab my purse and let you get on with your packing. Oh my god, Sarah! What are you wearing?"

The other teacher blushed as she had never blushed before -- and that was saying something! Her friend was staring at her plain bra and big panties. Sarah tried to cover herself with her hands as if she was naked but Mary had already seen too much.

"You can't possibly go back home wearing those. Whatever would your friends in the UK think if they saw them?"

Sarah had no answer for that. She had no intention of letting anyone see her underwear, never mind any of her friends. Nevertheless, Mary had taken her by the hand and practically dragged her back to her bedroom.

"Now neither of us has much time to spare but I'm taking you shopping before you catch that flight. Throw some clothes on and let's go; this is an emergency."

Sarah didn't know if she was more embarrassed at being in her own bedroom with another woman wearing only her bra and panties or at being watched by her friend as she hurriedly got dressed. She could tell by the look on Mary's face that the other woman wasn't too enamoured by her choice of clothes either but time was of the essence and Mary chose not to make a big deal if it at that point.

They arrived at the mall as if they had been transported there. Sarah had loaded her suitcases into the boot of her car and driven them both but she could not have recounted one single detail of the short journey. As she parked the car and they both got out, she locked it while Mary again took her by the hand and led her to the biggest department store in the mall.

It was obvious her friend knew exactly where she was going and what she was looking for but, on reaching the lingerie department, Sarah automatically moved towards the dowdier styles and was met by a disagreeing frown on Mary's face. Once more reaching for her British friend's hand as if it was becoming second nature, as if they were a pair of lovers, Mary led her to the other side of the floor.

"This is more what I had in mind," she said expansively, as she stepped back and presented to Sarah a selection of very, very slutty lingerie, even more daring than she had ever worn in her younger days. She simply stared at the rows of tiny panties and thongs, all manner of equally tiny bras and, to round off the display, a selection of corsets, stockings and suspenders. There seemed to be a selection of every colour, every style and every material that she could imagine. It had been a long time since she had worn anything like this, too long perhaps, but Mary was getting impatient.

She began lifting items from the racks, occasionally looking over at her timid friend, seemingly sizing her up and measuring her with her lustful eyes. Sarah trembled under Mary's penetrating gaze but felt rooted to the spot as she watched her less inhibited roommate make her selection; a selection that Sarah was convinced looked too small for her.

"The first thing we have to do is get rid of those giant panties you're wearing. I think a few thongs should do the trick. I know the strap sometimes gets trapped between your cheeks but it's always such a nice thrill when you pull it out again."

"Mary, please keep your voice down. Someone will hear you."

"So what? No one knows us here. But I think we could be doing with some professional help. Have you seen an assistant?"

Sarah hung her head low and shook it; no, she had not seen any assistants and she really didn't want to see one. She didn't want to see anyone; she didn't want anyone else to get involved in this whole episode; she didn't want anyone else to become aware of how embarrassed she was and how wet her panties were becoming. Unfortunately, Mary had other ideas.

"Excuse me, miss? Miss? Could you help us here, please?"

"How can I help you ma'am?"

"My friend is looking to buy quite a lot of your most expensive, most revealing lingerie. I wonder if you could help us to judge what looks best on her."

Sarah was trembling at practically every word her friend uttered, her face bright red, but she raised her eyes slightly to be met by those of a young dark haired girl, who looked no older than her own students and wondered whether this girl had to deal with this sort of thing every day. Here were two older women, two teachers, asking her advice on slutty lingerie and the young girl seemed to be taking it in her stride, smiling as if she heard this kind of request regularly.

"I'm sure I can manage that. I see you've chosen a few samples already. Would you like to try them on?" Without waiting for an answer, the young woman, "Gemma" according to the badge pinned to her well-filled white blouse, led the way to the large changing area which contained a number of curtained cubicles. Sarah entered extremely tentatively and breathed a huge sigh of relief when she saw there was no-one else there.

Even so, the realisation suddenly hit her that she was about to strip off down totally and, even worse, Mary and Gemma were going to be standing there, watching her. This young girl, whom she had never seen before today, along with her friend, her roommate, her colleague were about to see her most intimate areas - her breasts, her pussy, even her ass. Her cheeks burned even more fiercely and she thought for a moment of escaping this nightmare, of pushing past the other two and running back to the car. She knew, however, that she needed to buy some of this stuff and that she didn't have much time to hang around.

She suddenly felt very hot. "Oh great," she thought to herself. "Now I'm going to get all hot and bothered. I'm going to start sweating and they'll both be able to smell that too." Because she was aware of another very unmistakeable scent arising from her hot body, the undeniable smell of a woman's arousal, her arousal, and she silently cursed her body for betraying her once again. At least when I start to undress I will maybe feel a bit cooler, she thought, but that small comfort was lost in the realisation yet again that she was about to strip in front of two other women.

"We don't have much time, Sarah, and I'm sure Gemma has other duties to attend to. You'd better start taking your clothes off."

"Just like that," thought Sarah; "just start taking my clothes off in front of the two of you. What could be easier?"

Sarah stood just inside one of the larger cubicles, whereas Mary and Gemma had marched straight in to its centre and turned to face the nervous woman. In this position they could see, but Sarah couldn't, that the curtain that covered the entrance was not quite closed properly and there was a good six inch gap between it and the wall.

Both Gemma and Mary are about to say something but, just at that moment Sarah begins to pull her jumper over her head. The two women shared a slight smile and decide to let the show begin. There was no-one else near by at the moment but that could all change in an instant.

Telling herself that, so far, there was nothing to get excited about as she was still fully clothed under her jumper, she knew deep down that very soon she was going to have to take off everything. She handed the jumper to her friend then hesitated.

"Can't you wait outside until I've changed?"

"We don't have time for that, Sarah. Besides, I've told you, you don't have anything we haven't all seen before."

Sarah blushed, remembering Mary's earlier "yet" and remembering that she hadn't been naked in front of anyone for a long time, least of all two women. Her fingers trembled as she began to open the buttons on her high-necked blouse, slowly undoing them, one by one, her cheeks turning deeper shades of red with each one. As her bra was revealed she was pleased that it totally covered her whole breast and, even though Mary had been so disparaging about it, she was glad it was so thick that her nipples could not be seen through it. She knew, however, that both those nipples were hardening by the minute, becoming more and more sensitive, and she knew that very soon they too would be revealed.

Both women were staring at her. Both women were practically licking their lips in anticipation of Sarah stripping before them. Both women could feel their own arousal building, their own pussies moistening. And both women had to stop themselves from her telling her to hurry up

"Come on, Sarah; we don't have all day. Take off your skirt."

If Sarah had been brave enough to look her friend in the eye she would have seen a strange look there, a look that she had not seen in a long time, a look she had never seen in another woman, a look of lust. Taking a deep breath, she reached behind herself, opened the button at the waist, pulled down the zip and wiggled her hips slightly to allow the long skirt to slide down her gorgeous legs, exposing not just her legs but her big panties too. There had been no time for stockings or nylons before they left and Sarah secretly wished she had insisted on them; it would have been one more thing she would have had to take off before they all concentrated on her underwear. Mary practically ran to her to snatch the skirt from her before she changed her mind then stepped back to once more admire the view.

Sarah stood there, facing them, wondering just for a moment what she should do next. Automatically she brought one arm across herself to hide her breast, while her other hand reached down to cover her panties. She knew they covered everything by themselves but she could feel them getting wet, could feel her pussy lips getting wet, could feel herself getting wet and prayed that her body would not choose this moment to betray her once again.

Suddenly there was a noise outside the changing room and Sarah spun round in alarm. For the first time she noticed the slightly open curtain and she nearly fainted in fright. Trying hard to cover herself with her hands even more effectively, she cringed and begged her friend to close it properly. There were voices coming! She looked to Gemma for rescue but the younger girl just smiled and assured her that no-one else would be coming in here; the voices would be other customers going into neighbouring cubicles. As Mary pulled the curtain closed, Sarah's panic slowly receded and her breathing began to return to normal.

"I've changed my mind. Just give me the stuff you've chosen, Mary, and I'll take it all."

"Don't be silly, Sarah. There's no need for that. You're quite safe with Gemma and I here. Let's just get on with it, shall we?"

She could see the sense in her friend's words and she really didn't want to turn up in the UK with a bunch of underwear more suited to a brothel than her ******* home but she was still very nervous. As she heard the voices outside trail past her cubicle she relaxed just a little and nodded her head. Still trembling, however, she looked to Mary for instruction.

"Why don't you start with your bra?" she suggested, helpfully.

Stealing a glance at Gemma, who she was sure was now openly licking her lips, she reached up behind herself and undid the hooks on her bra. She could feel her own breath becoming more and more shallow; she could see her breasts rising and falling; she could feel her mouth becoming dry; she could feel her pussy becoming more and more wet. But she was totally unaware of the effect her slow striptease was having on the other two women. The bra straps slid down her shoulders and, just for a moment, the cups remained in place, before they too fell down and her bra was off.

Handing it to her friend, she stepped back, aware that she was now almost naked. Her nipples were as hard as they had ever been and she was amazed that they were aching to be touched, even here, even now. She longed to hold her breasts, stroke her nipples yet couldn't believe that these thoughts were going through her head in front of two women. She shuddered when she realised that she could cum very quickly if anyone even breathed on her nipples. Suddenly she felt like a slut and wanted to cover herself again. But Mary held her clothes. Mary held all the cards. And Mary wanted more.

"Now your panties, Sarah. I imagine you'll be glad to get rid of those ones."

Sarah almost cried at her friends words. She knew her panties were big and unattractive; she knew Mary would be wearing something much smaller and much more sexy against her pussy but, more than anything, she knew her own panties were now soaking. She could feel them pressing against her lips; she could smell her musky aroma filling the cubicle and her face burned in shame that the other two women must be able to smell that unmistakeable smell too.

Lost in her ***********, she instinctively did as she was told and took hold of her panties on both sides and began to slowly pull them down her smooth thighs. She knew she had shaved close this morning and was glad of it but now, when she was about to reveal her bald pussy, she trembled all over again. Nearly crying, she bent forward and saw her own clit appear, waiting to be touched, then her dripping slit, until finally, she was able to peel her panties from her sticky pussy, all too aware of how obvious her arousal now was to the other two women. Trying hard not to stumble, she lifted one foot then the other out of her sodden panties and stood up straight, naked, embarrassed, her shame now complete.

Mary smiled at her friend's embarrassment but was secretly enjoying every minute of it; almost as much as she was enjoying finally getting to see Sarah's naked body. Tearing her hungry eyes from the other woman, she simply dropped Sarah's clothes on the changing room floor and turned to Gemma who was no holding the selection of underwear. She picked through the tiny pieces of lace, cotton and silk before finally deciding which one she wanted her friend to model first.

"Try this one," she said, holding up something that to Sarah looked no more than a few strings of material tied together with a tiny piece of cotton to cover her pussy. But she was glad for anything that would help to cover her nakedness, no matter how small it was. She slid her feet into the tiny white thong and listened as Mary and Gemma discussed her body, telling her how sexy she was going to look.

She knew she liked skimpy underwear but even she would never have chosen this. Even after her close shave in the shower earlier, she knew she would have to shave every day to be able to wear this thong properly; in fact, she knew her pussy would have to remain totally bald. Lifting her head to face Mary and Gemma, she muttered something about it not being really suitable.

"Nonsense. It looks great. Now turn around and let us see how it fits at the back."

Sarah didn't know if her face was burning because of what she was wearing, because she was listening to Mary discussing shaving her pussy in front of Gemma or because she was about to show her almost naked ass to the two women but she could feel the heat radiating from her cheeks. As she turned her back on them, she could feel the weight of their stares on her body and particularly on her gorgeous bottom. She knew that the back strap of the thong had slipped between her cheeks because she could feel it rubbing against her tightest hole.

"It looks great, Sarah. Doesn't it, Gemma?"

At first Gemma could only nod. She could feel her own pussy flooding her own panties and wondered if she had any chance of getting inside this woman's tiny thong privately. She would have loved to have pulled out the strap from the woman's tight cheeks and inhaled her wonderful aroma but she knew it was more than her job was worth. If she went that far, she might not be able to stop herself.

"Perhaps your "friend" would like to try the same garment in pink?" she suggested helpfully and quickly produced an equally tiny thong from the bundle she held. Gemma had been overtaken by lust now and, whether she lost her job or not, she knew she had to get closer. Sarah didn't know where to look when the younger girl knelt in front of her and expertly began to pull her white thong down. Her face burned red while Gemma smiled to herself as she practically had to peel it off the other woman's wet pussy, knowing her own pussy was just as wet and her own panties were just as soaked.

Mary watched as her friend silently suffered this new *********** as the shop assistant slid the white thong down her smooth legs, and then replaced it with the pink one. She was jealous of the attention Gemma was paying to Sarah's pussy and ass as she professionally pulled the new thong up then proceeded to run her hands along it to smooth out any imaginary creases, pulling it in tight at the back to separate her friend's cheeks once more.

"Thank you, Gemma. It seems to fit very well. Don't you think so, Sarah? You'd better just keep those ones one because your own are soaking and so are the white ones. Do we have a matching bra, Gemma?"

After a few moments of searching, the shop assistant realised that she couldn't find the required bra in pink or white and left the cubicle to go back to the shop display. When she hadn't returned within a few minutes, Mary went to see what was holding her up. Finally, Sarah was alone and turned to look at herself in the mirror, very aware of how badly she needed to touch herself.

She could feel the thong nestling between her cheeks; she could feel her sensitive, bald pussy soaking it once again; and she could feel her nipples and clit aching to be touched. As she watched herself in the full-length mirror, her hands instinctively moved up to her breasts, caressing them, squeezing them. She knew she shouldn't; she knew Mary and Gemma would be back at any moment; she knew she just had to do it.

Once more startled by other voices, she reassured herself the curtain was tightly closed, ran one hand down over her flat tummy, aiming directly for her thong-covered pussy. As her finger stroked the length of her dripping slit through the soft material of her thong, the other women's voices suddenly seemed to be spurring her on to be even more daring. They were so close; they were probably trying on lingerie too; their own semi-naked bodies were only feet from where this seemingly respectable teacher was touching herself.

Her breathing became quicker; her breast rising and falling, her gasps increasing as her fingers worked their magic and she knew it was too long, way too long, since someone had touched her in this way. Her other hand was playing with her nipples now, first one, then the other, flicking them, pinching them, as the heat from her pussy began to cause her whole body to flush.

She needed more. Reluctantly, she abandoned her nipples and moved her hand down to pull her thong aside, too desperate now to bother taking it off. She needed her fingers in her pussy. As she saw herself in the mirror she wondered who this slut of a woman could be but knew very well that it was her own fingers plunging into her own sodden pussy and she gasped in delight.

Through her own soft moans, she could hear the voices outside again and, somewhere in her mind, she thought they sounded closer than before. Biting her bottom lip to stop herself from becoming any louder, she began to fuck herself, feeding a long neglected need, *********** of anything else. She could feel her legs going weak but she was almost there; she couldn't stop now. Somehow, the woman in the mirror spurred her on, spurred her on to take greater risks, spurred her on to fuck her herself even harder.

She could see the woman's juices covering her fingers; she could see the woman's breasts flushing with excitement; she could almost hear the woman's moans of pleasure as she felt her whole body tremble with the start of her orgasm. Her fingers moved faster and faster, just like the woman in the mirror, as her pussy grabbed them and contracted around them. She let the waves wash over her and fell to the carpeted floor, still plunging her fingers in and out.

Just as she began to come down, she opened her eyes. There stood Mary and Gemma, the curtain drawn wide open and two other customers standing behind them, unable to believe what they were witnessing. On seeing them all standing there, Sarah began to cum again and this time there was no stopping it.

She rolled around the floor, writhing in ecstasy, her moans no longer inhibited as she gave herself up to the most wonderful orgasm. She no longer cared about the other women. She no longer cared what they thought. She no longer cared about anything but the waves of pleasure coursing through her body. When the words of the other customers filtered through to her lust-soaked mind, "Slut," "Whore", she'd never felt so embarrassed; she'd never felt so exposed; she'd never felt so good.

Finally, she opened her eyes and only Mary stood there. Smiling down at her friend, she gently removed Sarah's fingers from her pussy and, looking her in the eye, licked them clean. Helping her friend to her feet, she dressed her, almost like a *****, and hurried her from the shop.

"I know we haven't paid for the thong you're wearing but somehow I don't think they're going to want it back. It's time we went to the airport but I think I'd better drive now."

Sarah was grateful for this kindness as she didn't think her body would ever be co-ordinated again. As they arrived at the airport, Mary practically had to lift her from the car and push her through the check-in desk towards security.

"I'll see you when you return. We've got a lot to talk about."

Sarah blushed again at the though of what she had done, at the thought of what Mary had seen her do and at the thought of what Mary would want to do next. On still weak legs she smiled as she waved nervously to her friend and walked towards the queue in front of the security desk. Somehow she knew that today would be the day when it would alarm and she would have to let someone else touch her still tingling body.

"Raise your arms please, miss," said the female security guard, as she ushered Sarah to the side, allowing the other passengers to pass through.

Her body seemed to still be in a state of heightened sensitivity and, even though the other woman was being strictly professional, she couldn't help but squirm as the woman's hands ran up and down her bare legs, over her round bottom and across her breasts. Finding nothing that could have set off the alarm, the guard ran a hand-held scanner to move over Sarah's embarrassed body. Once again the alarm sounded and the guard asked her to step into the small cubicle to the side. As she walked into the cubicle and the curtain was closed behind them, Sarah couldn't help but think back to the shop where she had ********* herself so wonderfully behind another curtain. There was scarcely enough room for both her and the guard as the woman faced her, their two faces less than a foot apart.

"I'm sorry, miss, but I have to ask you to take off your blouse."

Sarah blushed at the guard addressing her as "miss", especially as she was obviously much younger than Sarah herself. She was blushing too because she knew she never did find a matching bra for her thong in the shop and she knew her thong was still soaking wet and sticking to her pussy lips.

As she undid the buttons on the front of her blouse, pulled it out from her skirt, then slid it off her shoulders, she became very aware of the younger woman's eyes on her naked breasts. She liked her breast but she would never be someone who would be comfortable showing them off to another person, male or female, and she felt her cheeks burning again. As the guard indicated for her to remove her skirt also, Sarah opened the button at the back and, as it slid down her legs, she bent to pick it up and, on standing up, noticed the younger woman eyeing her breasts almost hungrily. Once more she stood in front of another woman, topless, her breast flushing with the same embarrassment as her cheeks and her pussy moistening all over again, just as it had in the shop.

If that was bad enough, even worse was to follow. The guard explained that some women had been known to secrete contraband under large breasts and, while Sarah's weren't that big, she still had to take a closer look. The poor teacher wasn't sure if she was more humiliated by the fact the guard seemed to be insulting the size of her breasts or by the fact that the woman was now lifting them, almost cupping them, to ensure there was nothing underneath but Sarah's tingling skin. She prayed that her body would not respond but she nearly let out a sob when she felt the guard's hands brush her nipples and those same nipples stiffen at the touch. If she'd had any choice, she would have run away there and then but she knew she would only have been in even more trouble if she did. Besides, how could she pull back the curtain and expose her topless body to a whole crowd of strangers yet again?

"I'm afraid your panties have to come off too, miss." Sarah didn't think the guard was "afraid" about this at all; in fact, the more naked she became, the more the other woman seemed to be enjoying it.

As she once again was ****** to peel her thong away from the sticky pussy lips that seemed determined to hold on to the tiny garment, Sarah stepped out of it and handed it to the guard, turning around as instructed. As she placed her hands on the cubicle wall, she nearly sobbed as she sensed the guard kneeling down in the tight space and gently pulling her ass cheeks apart.

Without waiting to be told, Sarah instinctively opened her legs wider and allowed the younger woman to run a finger along her dripping slit, explaining that she was going to have to insert that finger to check Sarah wasn't smuggling anything in there. Sobbing openly now at the *********** of the full body search, Sarah was relieved when the guard almost perfunctorily pushed just one finger into her wet pussy then pulled it out again.

Thinking her ordeal was over, she cried out when she felt the guard's juice-soaked finger rubbing against her asshole and pushing in. Sarah was astonished to think the other woman was using her pussy juices as lubrication to enter her tightest hole but the *********** of being invaded in such a manner was too much to bear and she felt her pussy flood once more.

All of a sudden the guard withdrew her finger, stood up and ordered her to get dressed. Sarah was only too glad to do so and practically threw her blouse and skirt on. As she searched for her panties, however, they were nowhere to be seen. Risking a questioning look at the guard, she was met by an insolent stare and decided that, panties or not, she was getting out of there. Puling back the curtain herself, she left the guard standing there and ran to the departure lounge.

When her flight was called not long after, Sarah had never been so glad to get on a plane. She sat next to a friendly looking man and blushed slightly at the fact that she was still naked under her conservative blouse and skirt but relaxed thinking that, surely, nothing else could go wrong on this holiday.

Later that day, Tommy Wilson was scrutinising the incoming passenger list from the US. He was enjoying his new job as a security officer at Heathrow but his face brightened even more when he saw a familiar name on the list. It had been a few years since he had humiliated Sarah Tucker on his last day at school. Was it even the same slut or just someone with the same name? He didn't know but he was sure going to find out and he made his way to the arrivals desk.

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Sarah's Worst Day


Sarah looked at herself in the full length mirror. She would never normally have worn such a short dress to work and she certainly wouldn't ever have worn the underwear that she had chosen for today. Today was the end of the school year, however. She had somehow managed to complete her first year as a qualified teacher and she told herself she had every right to celebrate.

She was the youngest teacher in the school by far and, even though she was totally oblivious to the fact, she was the one who turned the heads of most of the other teachers, male and female. Being only a few years older than some of her students, she had exactly the same effect on some of them. Again, it wasn't just the eighteen year old boys who wanted to get to know her better; some of the more precocious girls did too and, again, Sarah was totally unaware of all of this.

She still had the final morning's classes to get through before the students departed for the summer and the staff all made their way to the Headmaster's home for the first barbecue of the season. That was why she had chosen her new summer dress; she knew she didn't have time to come home to change after school but she was very aware of how short her dress was, barely reaching half way down her smooth thighs. She was even more acutely aware of how skimpy her underwear was but she wanted to feel good about herself today. She was still intimidated by the older teachers and she knew that, if she could feel sexy underneath her dress then, maybe, it would give her more confidence at the barbecue.

Smiling to herself once more in the mirror, she picked up her keys and bag and made her way out the door. It was already hot, even at this time in the morning and she was glad she had convinced herself not to wear her usual school attire. She felt the warm breeze on her face and luxuriated in the thought of a long, hot summer.

The drive to school was short and she really didn't need to bring the car. She would need it later, however, to get to the Headmaster's house and then to get home later on. Reaching the school, she pulled in to her usual parking space and got out of the car. Just when she was about to press the button to close the central locks, she remembered she had left some books on the passenger seat and, without thinking, opened the door and reached across to pick them up.

Almost as soon as she leaned forward she realised she had made a mistake. She felt her short dress rising up the back of her thighs and exposing her slender legs. At the same time the breeze that had caressed her face as she left home suddenly reappeared and flipped the thin cotton of her dress up, exposing her firm bottom cheeks. Even worse, she knew, was that she had chosen to wear a tiny white thong and the thin strap at the back had nestled between her cheeks during her drive. If anyone had been standing behind her they would have thought she was naked from the waist down.

Pushing her dress down with one hand, she grabbed her books with the other before straightening up and locking the door once more. Her face was blushing at the thought of the inadvertent exposure but she was horrified when she turned round to see Tommy Wilson standing there. Her face burned a deeper shade of red as he grinned at her and, even though Tommy never uttered a word before sauntering away, Sarah knew he had had a good, if fleeting, look at her seemingly bare bottom.

Tommy Wilson was the last person she would have expected to see standing behind her. He was in his final day at school and should not have been anywhere near the staff car park. It didn't help that Tommy was one of the most physically attractive boys in the school. He was no boy; he was a fully grown man, much taller and obviously much stronger than his teacher. But he had a bad reputation and the school would be just as relieved to see the back of Tommy Wilson as he would be glad to see the back of it.

The rest of the morning passed uneventfully, although Sarah became increasingly aware that her thong was riding higher and higher between her cheeks and, in turn, her pussy was becoming wetter and wetter as the tiny piece of cotton clung to her moist lips. Now the last class was about to begin; the last class of the morning; the last class of the school term. Tommy Wilson's class.

All the students were in high spirits and Sarah didn't have any great urge to get them to quieten down. She just wanted this last hour to pass so that she could feel as if she had really accomplished something by completing her first year as a teacher. Some of the boys were becoming more and more boisterous, however, and she felt as if she should step in before they overstepped the mark. That was her big mistake.

As she walked over to where they were gathered in a group, she asked them to keep the noise down. They separated and she saw that Tommy was in the centre of the group, showing them a photo he had taken on his phone. Trying to keep the atmosphere friendly, she said,

"Can I take a look too?"

Tommy grinned the insolent grin that only an eighteen year old boy can and handed her his phone. She was shocked; shocked at how clear the photo was and shocked by the fact that she was looking at own seemingly naked bottom sticking out of her car. Her face became bright red and she instinctively became the teacher again, raging against the boys sitting before her and deleting the photo from the phone. As she handed it back to Tommy, he saw what she had done and now it was his turn to be angry.

Jumping to his feet, he began to shout and swear at her. Towering over her, she became quite frightened of his rage filled face and she cowered from his power, just a little. A little was enough for Tommy. Seeing his chance to finally get his revenge on this school he turned to his friends.

"Grab her."

Without a moment's hesitation, they did as they were told. Tommy was their leader and they would love to see more of this sexy young teacher whose arse Tommy had photographed this morning.

Sarah struggled against them but she was no match for these football playing boys and very quickly found herself being thrown across her own desk. Her long hair was blinding her as she threw her head from side to side, screaming at them to release her.

"Someone shut the bitch up," she heard Tommy yell and a meaty hand was placed firmly across her mouth, reducing her screams to whimpers. Her eyes were also covered by a smelly piece of cloth and she could no longer see who taking part in this assault. Starting to feel quite frightened by the turn of events, she tried to get up but her arms were grabbed and tied to two legs of her desk. With only her legs now free, she tried to kick out at her unseen assailants but they too were quickly secured and now she was really scared, lying there spread-eagled on her own desk, at the mercy of her students.

As the hand was removed from her mouth she tried to talk herself out of her predicament and began to reason with her chief tormentor.

"Ok, Tommy, you've had your fun. Let me go now and we'll say no more about it."

"I haven't even started to have fun yet, miss. You owe me a photo."

"What do you mean?" she asked, terrified, knowing exactly what he meant but not wanting to think about it. She could feel her short dress lying high up her smooth thighs and she knew it wouldn't take much for any of the students to lift it up and expose her tiny knickers to the whole class. He face burned red in embarrassment and it got even redder when she felt someone, presumably Tommy, lean across her body and begin to open the buttons at the top of the summer dress.

"No, please; don't do that. Please! Let me go!"

"If you don't shut up, miss, then we will shut you up and, I promise you, you won't like that."

Not sure if she was more frightened or humiliated now, Sarah held her tongue and squirmed in embarrassment as she felt the buttons over her small breasts open, exposing her even smaller bra to the eyes of her class.

"Wow, look at those gorgeous tits. I've got to get a photo of them."

Sarah recognised the voice as that of one of the quieter girls in the class. Surely that couldn't be Maria, a girl you wouldn't even know was there unless you had marked her as present in the register. Sarah heard a lot of commotion round the desk as she lay there, prone, at their mercy. Listening to them, she realised from their comments that they had all opened their phones and were taking photos of her small breasts; those same breasts that were covered only by the tiniest bra she had ever bought. It was part of a matching set, along with her tiny knickers, and they both made her feel very sexy whenever she wore them. Now they made her feel terribly exposed and she rued the day she had ever bought them, never mind deciding to wear them to school today.

As she felt more buttons on the front of her dress being opened, she shook her head until the hand over her mouth released her and she begged for mercy once more.

"Please, Tommy. You must stop now. I can still forget any of this happened but you must stop now. And you must delete all those photos."

"I warned you, miss; don't say you weren't warned. Diane, have you got something to gag her with." Dianne wasn't a quiet girl. Dianne was the biggest slut in the school and Sarah had always been intimidated by her, even if she was the teacher and Diane was the student.

"I've got just the thing," she heard Diane say and then wondered what was going on as she heard a burst of nervous giggling from the other girls. There was no way she could know that Diane had pulled up her short skirt and was removing her own knickers, the same knickers that had been catching Tommy's cum as it poured out of her cunt since he had fucked her before school this morning.

Someone pinched Sarah's nose and she was ****** to open her mouth to breathe. As she did so, Diane stuffed her dirty knickers into the young teacher's mouth, making sure that the stained crotch was pressed against her tongue, making sure that Sarah could taste the mixture of Tommy's and her own cum. Sarah gagged at the taste, not sure what it was and not really wanting to think too much about it. Diane wasn't a small girl and her big knickers filled the young woman's mouth as she was silenced once and for all.

Sarah was ready to cry at everything that was happening to her but further *********** was about to be heaped upon her. As the final buttons on her dress were opened, she felt the two sides of her dress being pulled away and she lay there feeling very vulnerable. There were gasps from among the gathered throng of students as they all had their first look at her tiny knickers.

"What a slut," said one of the boys. "Look at her; her knickers are soaking."

Sarah sobbed into her blindfold and moaned into her gag. Her pussy was indeed dripping and she realised she hadn't felt as turned on in a very long time. Every *********** that was being dealt to her by her students seemed to arouse her even more and now she knew that they knew the truth too. Her pussy was leaking, her knickers were soaking, and she knew they would be able to see the outline of her shaven lips through the thin cotton that was made transparent by her own juices.

"Everyone getting this?" asked Tommy and Sarah knew they were taking new shots on their phones, new shots that would show her slutty underwear and her soaking cunt to anyone who saw those photos. Yet the more they humiliated her, the more aroused she became. She wasn't sure how much she would have ********* herself if the bell for the end of class hadn't rang just then.

"Well, it's time for us to go now, miss. Hope you have a nice summer and, remember, if you ever mention this to anyone then the photos will be on the internet before the police even arrive to arrest us. So think twice before you do anything stupid."

With that, Tommy and the rest of the class left her to her fate. She had actually dared to relax when she had heard the bell, thinking that it might signal the end to her torment. In a way it did but her *********** was not quite complete yet. She listened as the students all left the class and she knew they had left the door open. She would have pleaded to them to release her but that wasn't going to happen now. She was to be left, exposed, bound and at the mercy of anyone who found her. She couldn't even cry for help as Diane had obviously decided she didn't want or need her dirty knickers back.

After a few moments, when the noise of the departing students had died down, she thought she heard a sound from the doorway. Her body jerked, trying to twist her head round, trying to discover the source of the noise. All of a sudden she heard the door being closed and then being locked. Footsteps came towards her and she sensed someone crouch down beside her head; a menacing voice whispered in her ear, "You still owe me a photo, miss."

Sarah struggled against the binds that were holding her strapped down to her own desk. She knew that there was nothing she could do but still she struggled, still she tried to spit out Diane's dirty knickers and still her pussy leaked into her own tiny thong.

"I think we can dispose of this blindfold, don't you?" asked Tommy with that same insolent grin as he uncovered her eyes. They struggled just for a moment with the light but soon were able to focus on her powerful student leaning over her. She tried to say something, tried to beg him to release her, but he just laughed.

"I can't understand a thing you're saying, miss, but let me make sure that you understand me. I was very angry that you deleted my photo of your gorgeous arse so now you have to pay me back. With interest."

Sarah feared in her very soul what "with interest" might mean but she didn't think she would have long to wait. She was right. Tommy took out his phone and switched the camera to video mode. He was going to make sure she paid for what she had done and he was going to have even better mementos of his last day at school than all his classmates.

"Let's start with your face, shall we? We want to make sure that everyone knows exactly who is the slut that allowed her students to tie her to her desk before letting them take naughty photos of her. Now don't turn your head away, miss."

Sarah had tried to shake her hair over her face to at least conceal her identity but her tormentor was having none of that. He grabbed her long dark hair and turned her to face his phone, making sure her tear stained face was fully exposed before releasing her and moving down her trembling body.

The poor teacher could only lie there in her shame as her student ran his phone over every inch of her firm body, taking time as it traveled over her small breasts then down over her flat stomach until it finally rested between her outstretched legs, filming for posterity the sight of her sensitive pussy lips clearly evident through the saturated cotton of her knickers.

"Very nice, miss; very nice. I think I'll call this one, "Teacher learns a new lesson." Now what shall we do next? I know, let's start on the anatomy class."

Sarah was mystified, horrified, and trembling in lust but, most of all, she was terrified. She wondered what her student could possibly mean and nearly spat out Diane's disgusting knickers in fear when she saw Tommy produce a knife.

"Don't worry, miss, I'm not going to hurt you. I just need to make sure I can see clearly what you've been hiding under that slutty underwear."

Finally pushing out her gag with her tongue, she pleaded.

"No, Tommy, please don't do that. I'm your teacher; you shouldn't be looking at me in this way. Please don't touch me."

Ignoring her desperate pleas, Tommy slid his sharp knife under the thin strap between her two cups and flicked it just once. The knife slid through the thin material as if it was hardly there and Sarah felt the bra become loose around her breasts. He smiled, almost sweetly, as he brushed the tiny pieces of lace that had been almost covering her breasts aside and stood back to admire his handiwork.

"You're not my teacher any more, miss; I've just left school. I suppose I shouldn't even be calling you "miss" anymore, should I? What will I call you instead? Sarah? No? How about if I call you "slut" or "whore"? I think those names would suit the way you're dressed today."

When she didn't answer but simply shook her head in despair, Tommy continued.

"You're enjoying this aren't you?" Not knowing what to say she whispered, "no."

"No? Well then, why are your nipples so hard? Are you getting wet lying there while a young man strips you and plays with you? Let's see, shall we?"

Sarah could do nothing but lie there and accept her fate, her face red and flushed from her humiliating situation. She could feel the weight of his stare as his eyes moved down her body from her naked breasts, over her stomach and down to her firmly secured legs. He took a step nearer to her and she could feel his hard cock pressing against her pussy through his trousers. She was glad that she still had her knickers on, even if they were tiny, even if they were soaking. She prayed that he would stop here and spare her the ultimate *********** but she knew Tommy well enough to know that she was kidding herself.

As if reading her thoughts, Tommy took a step back again and, once more, produced his knife. Sliding it under one side of the thin waistband and then the other, he cut through then ripped the tiny thong from under her trembling body. Tucking the soaking garment into the pocket of his jeans, he leered down at her. She had never felt so humiliated and ashamed but he wasn't finished yet.

Putting away his knife, he took out his phone once more. As before, he switched it to video mode then began the journey from her face, identifying her clearly, over her engorged nipples and flushed breasts, down to her shaven pussy. Reaching out from behind the camera, he ran one finger along her wet lips, slowly inserting it, before removing it and bringing it to the front of the camera, making sure any viewer could see the juices dripping from it.

Sarah could feel her pussy betraying her, getting wetter each minute as her *********** continued, but it was when Tommy decided to show her what it was doing to him that she got really scared. He walked back to the other end of her desk and pulled out his cock, about eight inches long and at least two inches around the base. He yanked her head to the side by her long black hair and she could do nothing to stop him smearing her tightly closed lips with the drop of pre-cum already dripping from its head.

"Lick it, slut, lick my cock; look at me while you're doing it and I might just delete everything that's on my phone."

Sarah hated being ****** into this position but if there was even the slightest chance that she might escape this nightmare with her identity still hidden she knew she had to take it. Looking him straight in the eye, she licked the new drop of moisture off the tip of his cock and Tommy nearly came there and then as he looked down at his newly submissive ex-teacher.

"That's nice, slut, but now it's time to suck it. Open wide."

Sarah shuddered as he repeatedly called her "slut" but there wasn't a thing she could do to stop him doing it. She burned with the embarrassing realisation that anyone else watching her suck this young man's fat cock would also call her a slut. Tommy thrust past her soft lips and plunged all the way to the back of her mouth. There was no finesse in his action; he wasn't loving her, he was fucking her and there was nothing she could do to stop him doing this either.

Very soon she felt his head swell within her warm mouth and she knew he wouldn't take long to cum. Sure enough, she watched as his whole body seemed to tense and his cock exploded in her mouth, his hot spunk hitting the back of her throat and trickling down. She thought he was never going to stop as her mouth filled with his salty cum until she couldn't swallow any more and it began to drip out, past his cock and down her chin. He seemed to know when his last spurt was coming because he pulled out of her mouth and shot it across her face, branding her as the slut they both knew she had become.

He stood there, his dripping cock inches from her face and, once more, brought out his phone. This was the shot to beat them all; his young teacher lying on her desk, her mouth open, his spunk dripping down her chin and her face streaked with a very obvious string of his white cum. She pleaded one last time.

"Please, Tommy, you've had your fun. Please let me go. You promised you'd delete those photos."

"Well, slut, I don't think I actually promised anything. Besides, these are priceless and they are my insurance that you won't involve the police. Now be a good girl and lie there, nice and quiet."

Just to ensure that Sarah had no choice but to do just that, he replaced the blindfold, blocking out her sight and once more stuffed something wet into her mouth. She knew it wasn't Diane's big knickers as it was much smaller but there was certainly a familiar scent and taste from her new gag. Sarah sobbed once more when she realised that her ex-student had just silenced her with her own tiny knickers and the taste she recognised was that of her own pussy juices which had poured into them before he had ripped them from her helpless body. Thinking it couldn't get any worse, she heard Tommy open the door and leave her to her fate, leaving the door open for anyone to find her in her slutty position.

She began to lose all track of time, aware only that she was going to be late for the Headmaster's barbeque – if she ever got there at all. She was beginning to think that she was never going to be released from this nightmare when she heard a gasp of shock as someone new appeared at her classroom door. She tried to turn her head to see who was there, tried to beg them to release her but she was prevented from doing either by her gag and her blindfold.

Then she heard whoever it was step into the room and close the door. The sudden realisation that she was about to be freed made her more relieved than she would have ever thought possible and she knew she would never be able to express her gratitude enough to whoever this person was. Then she heard the key in the lock turn once more and, to her, it sounded ominous.

The turn of the key had sounded so loud in the otherwise silent room and, just for a moment, Sarah feared that she was not about to be released after all; that some other man, or student, was about to use her and ***** her also. Then she became aware of the scent of this person's perfume and she relaxed, knowing that this person was a woman, and not a student. This was a mature woman's perfume, sophisticated, delicate and she began to say "thank you," even though her mouth was still stuffed with her own knickers. That was when she felt the woman's hand on her naked thigh.

She sensed the person changing position and it sounded like the other woman was kneeling down. Once more, Sarah tried to relax as she imagined the woman was going to untie her ankles first, although she wished it had been her eyes and mouth that were attended to. She wanted to see who her saviour was and to thank her, over and over again. She didn't think she would ever be able to thank the other woman sufficiently but she would certainly try.

But the woman wasn't kneeling down to untie Sarah's ankles. She had a very different plan in mind. She licked her lips in anticipation of her new best friend suddenly being presented to her in this way. She had lusted after Sarah ever since the young woman had joined the staff and now she had the perfect opportunity to make all her dreams come true. She smiled when her captive jerked as she kissed her way up one smooth thigh and then the other.

The string of cum across Sarah's face was very obvious and it told its own story. She was not the first person to have found Sarah in this predicament and she wondered if it had been another member of staff who had cum across her friend's face. Or was it Tommy Wilson? She had seen the boy run out of the school long after the other students had left and wondered if even he would have had the nerve to do this. One thing was for sure, it wasn't just the unknown male who had been aroused. As she leaned closer to Sarah's wonderful pussy, she could easily smell the aroma of her friend's arousal and wondered if her previous "guest" had let her cum.

Sarah was becoming desperate now and, once more, managed to work the knickers out of her mouth with her tongue. It was a good deal easier this time as her own tiny thong was much smaller than Diane's dirty knickers had been but the important thing was that she could speak again. Gulping in air through her dry mouth, she raised her head from the desk and, blindly, begged her new assailant.

"Please, whoever you are, please let me go. You don't have to take off my blindfold; just untie my hands and I'll do the rest. Please, you must let me go."

But the other woman knew there was only one thing she MUST do and that was taste Sarah's pussy. She began to kiss her prisoner's legs once again, up one and down the other, making sure she never went anywhere near her real target. Sarah started to squirm under the insistent mouth and, just as she had with Tommy, she could feel her pussy start to moisten and wondered if her body was really going to betray her.

Suddenly she felt another kiss; it was where she longed for it be and where she dreaded. Those unknown lips started at the bottom of her wet slit and kissed all the way to the top, ending at her clit and sending a shiver through her whole body. But now she knew this stranger was going to tease her, to torment her and had no intention of releasing her.

"Please, I don't know who you are but you must know I'm a teacher here and you mustn't do this to me. Please just release me and I'll never say a word to anyone."

In response, the warm lips returned to her legs, up and down her smooth thighs, once again avoiding her desperate pussy lips. Sarah understood that this tease was not kissing another woman for the first time, she knew exactly what she was doing. She couldn't stop her body from squirming on top of her own desk, as the kisses eventually began to get closer and closer to her slit. Finally, when she felt those soft lips working up her own wet lips once more, she could no nothing but sigh in pleasure. When her assailant's mouth reached her swollen clit for a second time, Sarah instinctively raised her hips to meet that same mouth.

Her new lover wrapped her arms around Sarah's thighs, drawing her closer to her greedy mouth and, finally, began to lick her pussy with a passion neither woman had ever felt before. The feeling of power over the younger woman was intoxicating and, as she ran her tongue up and down Sarah's pussy, she knew her young captive was enjoying it as much as she was. As she began to slightly thrust her tongue between Sarah's opening lips, she smiled as the young teacher moaned in uncontrolled delight. But, much as she wanted to prolong this, she knew she had to get to get ready for the barbecue so she decided to crank things up a notch.

Sarah couldn't help herself; she was secured to her desk and she could do nothing to release her arms and nothing to escape the tongue that was taking her to new levels of pleasure. It was when the unknown woman started to focus on her clit that Sarah felt her hips rising off the desk, ******* herself harder against the woman's mouth, moaning and screaming as the pleasure rolled over her in waves. She couldn't stop that tongue, nor did she want to as it lapped faster and faster at her engorged clit and she knew it was going to happen.

She knew she was going to cum; she was going to cum on her own desk, in her own classroom and it was all going to happen on the tongue and mouth of a woman she couldn't even see. Her fingers tightened against the side of the desk as she cried out and her orgasm finally reached its incredible peak. The tongue never stopped as she came again and again, not even when she finally started to come down again and her body relaxed.

As her breathing slowly returned to normal, and she was about to beg once more for a different kind of release, her unknown lover took one last lick of her pussy, gave one last final kiss to her clit, and then she got up. She kissed Sarah lightly on the cheek, and before the shattered woman on the desk could say anything, she heard the door open once more was left alone to recover.

Sarah lay there, sure that her own body was flushed from the biggest orgasm of her life, and began to realise that once again she was exposed to any one else who happened to walk by. The next person who walked by, however, did not keep quiet.

"What on earth is going on here?"

"Oh, no," thought Sarah. Could the day get any worse? What was the Headmaster still doing here? He should be long gone, making sure everything was ready for the barbecue. She shivered in embarrassment as the thought hit her that he was looking at her naked body and she was sure he would be able to see how puffy her pussy lips were; she was sure that he would know she had just cum.

He immediately ripped off her blindfold and she couldn't tell if his face was angry or bemused. Without saying a word, he untied her arms and legs and helped her to sit up. She blushed once more as she saw him staring at her small breasts, her nipples still erect, and she shuddered when she saw the smears of her own juices on the tops of her thighs. Wrapping her dress around herself, she ****** herself to lift her eyes and look at him.

"I don't have time to deal with this right now. We are both late for the barbecue and my wife will be wondering where I've got to. Lucky for you I always take a walk round all the classrooms as a final check on the last day of term. Now make yourself decent and I will meet you in my car. No, I don't have time to argue. My guests will be waiting for me and you are one of them. So, if you want to be back here next year, you will do as you are told and meet me in five minutes by the car."

The journey to the Headmaster's house passed in total silence. He was obviously angry with her and she was too embarrassed to even look at him. She sat there in the passenger seat, cowering, thankful that her boss was unaware that she was sitting there, the picture of respectability, all but for one detail. Her last assailant had obviously decided to take her knickers as a souvenir and Sara was very conscious of her bare bottom, and her bare pussy, sitting on the cold leather seat of her Headmaster's car. She could only hope that her pussy didn't leak any more juices and leave a puddle beneath her for him to see when they got out.

When they arrived at his large house, the Headmaster made straight for the party and assumed his role as host. Sarah was ****** to make small talk among the rest of the staff and she realised that her plan to wear her short dress had gone badly wrong when she was naked underneath. The male teachers, and even one or two of the female ones, seemed to realise that she was uncomfortable and they were becoming more and more amorous as the ***** loosened their inhibitions.

After a few hours the Headmaster gathered them all round to make his traditional end of school year address. He began by reviewing the year and then went on to wish them all a happy summer with their friends and loved ones, hoping that they would all come back refreshed for the year ahead. Sarah was just about to believe that her nightmare day was almost over and she would be allowed to go home when the Headmaster announced that he had one more point to address.

"As you all know we have had a new teacher this year and, at the end of her probationary year, I think it is only fair to inform you of my decision whether or not she should return after the holidays. Until today, Sarah has proved herself an exemplary young teacher but now I have to share with you all something that, in all my years of teaching, I have never come across.

"In her very own classroom, I found Sarah bound and gagged on top of her own desk, her body exposed to anyone who happened to walk by. Luckily for her, it was I who found her but this is something which must be investigated further. Sarah, would you please come over here?"

The poor teacher felt as if every member of staff had turned to stare at her. She had been quietly trying to retreat backwards through the other congregated teachers when the Headmaster had begun to speak of her earlier predicament. There had been gasps of shock when her colleagues discovered what had happened to her but there was also some giggling and some leering glances. Now her faced burned bright red once more with the public *********** she was facing.

She began to make her way slowly to the front of the assembled guests, trying to ignore some whispered comments from the other teachers. Standing beside the Headmaster, before all her colleagues, men and women, she looked at her Headmaster questioningly.

"Face your fellow teachers, Sarah. Thank you. This young woman was found in a very compromising position that could have ended up with her being attacked or, even worse, of corrupting one of her students. Now, she has denied being complicit with those who put her in this position but I intend to get to the bottom of this matter and I intend to do so right now. To enable me to do this correctly I will need the help of a couple of the male teachers; any volunteers?"

Sarah was almost bowled over by the rush of male colleagues volunteering. Eventually, the Headmaster made his choices; Mr Beattie and Mr Mason, the two football coaches. Sarah wasn't sure what was about to happen but she became even more alarmed when the two very fit men suddenly came up from behind her and took her by the arms. As they led her over to a long wooden table on the furthest edge of the garden and bent her over it, they secured her legs to the wooden legs and held her arms outstretched in front of her over the far end of the table. Sarah knew that every eye there was on her short dress and her bare legs, while all her colleagues were, just as she was, wondering what was to happen next.

She looked round at the other teachers and saw that they had all gathered closer, obviously not wanting to miss a single thing. All she could think was that this was so unfair and so humiliating. What did the Headmaster have in store fore her? She was about to find out. She saw the Headmaster walk over to her, stand beside her and turn once again to address the staff while she trembled in fear.

"The first thing we must determine is whether this young woman deserved to be treated the way she was and I think the best way to make sure she didn't tease someone into tying her up is to examine her underwear. With that Sarah felt her short dress being raised over her bottom and thrown across the small of her back. There was a collective intake of breath as all the men were treated to the sight of Sarah's beautiful, naked bottom; all the women had the same view, some were jealous, some were as turned on as much as the men. One woman, the one who had made Sarah cum earlier with her tongue, licked her lips with that same tongue and savoured the memory of their brief dalliance this afternoon. Sarah hung her head in shame and knew that this was so unfair. Even if she had only been wearing her tiny thong at least her arse hole would be covered.

"It would appear that you were not entirely blameless for your predicament, Sarah, and I think it is only appropriate that I punish you now, in front of your colleagues, so that we can all forget this whole episode and resume our celebrations. Do you agree? If you do, then we will be delighted to welcome you back next year as a fully fledged member of staff; if you don't, I'm afraid I would have to inform the Education Board that you are not morally responsible enough to be a teacher. What's it to be?"

Sarah knew she had no choice. With a reference like that she would never find another teaching job anywhere; she had to submit. ******* back a sob of despair and shame she nodded her head and agreed to submit. She tried to prepare herself for what she knew was coming but, when the Headmaster's huge hand first slapped her upturned bottom cheeks, she couldn't help but cry out in pain.

"Count for me," instructed the Headmaster. Sarah wasn't sure if he was talking to her but as the slaps rained down on her poor bottom each one was met by an echoing cry from the crowd of teachers.

SLAP!

"ONE!"

SLAP!

"TWO!"

SLAP!

"THREE!"

And so it went on, each slap pushing Sarah harder and harder against the edge of the wooden table until, once again, she found her pussy rubbing against something hard. Somewhere among the slaps, the pleasure slowly began to take over from the pain and in her mind the rest of the staff disappeared as Sarah's world was centred on the pleasure rising from between her legs. It was just about to get to the best bit when suddenly the spanking stopped and the crowd went quiet.

"No, no, no!" she cried in frustration.

The Headmaster had begun to tire but when he heard her wail in her lust, he found new strength to start again. This time the man's hand came down rapidly on both cheeks and Sarah's poor body coursed with pain anew. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! There was no stopping the cruel Headmaster now and Sarah's bottom was soon as red as her face; still he went on. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! She was crying from the pain, from the ***********, from the fact that she knew she had done nothing to deserve this. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Just when he was about to give up again, the Headmaster looked down at the young member of his staff and saw her legs were moving of their own accord. He looked closer and could see that her young pussy was moist and starting to open. Convinced more than ever that he was punishing a whore of a girl he resumed his spanking with renewed vigour. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Sarah was still wriggling, trying to free herself but the more she did, the more she felt her pussy rubbing against the hard table edge. She kept telling herself to lie still but the pleasure had started again even though her bottom was being severely punished. The more he spanked her, the more she wriggled, the harder she banged against the table's edge and the greater the pleasure became. She could feel her juices running down her bare legs and, even though she was embarrassed at the thought of cumming in front of her colleagues, she knew too that the pleasure was stronger than the pain, even stronger than her shame. Just when she thought she was about to reach another wonderful peak, the spanking stopped.

There was silence behind her as she felt her legs being untied and she slowly pushed herself up before turning round. Facing her colleagues, her face as red as her bottom, she smiled uncertainly. Her legs felt like jelly as she smoothed her short dress down and fixed her hair. Unsure what to do next, she simply walked back through the crowd of teachers and kindly asked the Headmaster's wife to call her a taxi.

The Headmaster just stared after her in amazement. He was quite certain that, if he had continued, she would have had an orgasm in front of them all. Well, he couldn't have that. He was a respectable man, a pillar of society and his wife was there. Nevertheless, he would certainly be offering her a job. He was going to make a point of getting to know Sarah a lot better in the years to come.

His wife, on the other hand, had already got to know this young woman very well. As she escorted her out to her taxi, she wondered when would be an appropriate time to return her knickers. She couldn't wait to taste that young pussy again.

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The Debt


Margret had butterflies in her stomach this morning. She had been dreading this day for the past two weeks. She looked at the clock. It was already mid morning and they would be here to pick her up in another hour.

All she could think about were those thugs that loaned her husband the money he owed. Ten thousand dollars. Billy must have been insane the night he borrowed that kind of money. Sure. He had a gambling problem but he never spent that kind of money before he met those thugs. Those ******* down on Van Dyke Ave.

That was the home of the Black Ravens. An all black motor cycle club located just north of downtown Detroit. That was a neighborhood you just didn't get caught at in the middle of the night. You could get robbed there or even killed if you were white and looked like you were lost. How Billy got mixed up with anyone from that club was a puzzle in it's self.

Billy loved to frequent the casinos in downtown Detroit. He never spent much money. He always set a limit of twenty dollars each Friday night he would visit one of the downtown casinos. One night about a month ago Billy was playing blackjack when an attractive blonde approached him and started to flirt with Billy.

Billy bought her a ***** and continued playing blackjack. He started to win that night. Soon, his twenty dollar investment turned into a thousand dollars. This blonde woman that had been hanging on Billy soon disappeared. She returned shortly afterward with her boyfriend. He was a guy they called Thick. He was a black guy. Very tuff , built like a gorilla and stood at 6'6" tall. This woman they called Amber was the girlfriend of this black guy named Thick.

She had gone and told her boyfriend about Billy's good gambling luck at the black jack table so Thick wanted to have a look at this guy having all the luck that night. Amber introduced Thick to Billy that night. Thick bought Billy a couple *****s. They got chummy and soon after, Thick laid out a wade of money on the table and wanted Billy to play it for him.

Billy won a few rounds. Thick kept putting his money down for Billy to play. Things turned ugly when Billy lost it all. Thick wanted Billy to pay up saying it was his fault. Things got even uglier later that night when Billy started to get in his car to leave. Thick and a few of his friends were waiting for him. They threatened Billy and even took his wallet and started going through it looking for cash.

They had Billy drive to the nearest ATM machine and take out all the money he could. Fifteen hundred dollars they got that night and they still wanted more. Thick took pictures of Margret that night from Billy's wallet and made note of the address. The next day Thick and a few of his thugs showed up at the front door while Billy was at work.

Margret was scared to death when Thick and his friends entered the house. Margret had no idea what they were going to do that afternoon. Thick kept looking at her like she was a tramp. The conversation wasn't long. Thick just wanted his money. Margret even offered Thick some jewelry but Thick wasn't interested. Margret did cough up and a hundred dollars she had hidden inside her purse.

Thick kept starring at Margret ordering her to turn around in a circle. He wanted a better look at the ***************. Margret was indeed very attractive. She was 5"6" with long blonde hair. Rather slim with a tiny waist and a pair of large full breasts that would please any man.

It was very clear what Thick wanted and that made Margret very nervous. She was wearing a tight pair of jeans that afternoon with a cotton black top and white sneakers. Thick tried to imagine how Margret would look dressed in something sexy. After what seemed like hours to Margret. Thick finally made her an offer.

"Look. We'll forget about the money your husband owes me if you agree to my terms."

Margret looked pleadingly up at the tall muscular black man standing in her living room. She nervously replied. "What's that?"

Thick laughed. "I want you to spend a weekend down at the club. After that. We'll forget about the money your old man owes me. Deal!"

Margret was so nervous she opened her mouth but no words escaped. In a cracking scared voice she finally replied. "Ok.....I'll do as you want......My husband won't owe you anything if I agree?"

Thick and his thugs laughed. He replied. "No. Not a thing."

Thick said his girlfriend would call later in the week and give her a list of things to buy for that weekend. He almost started to leave but turned back around just as he was going out the door and said.

"You got kids don't you?"

Margret replied. "Yes. Two. A boy and a girl."

Thick stepped back into the house and paused as he starred at the frightened housewife. He looked her straight in the eyes and asked. "You on the pill?"

Margret replied nervously. "Yes."

Thick replied in a demanding tone of voice. "Get them."

Margret hurriedly rushed toward the dinning room where she kept her purse and pulled out the packet of birth control pills. She brought them into the front room holding the packet out for Thick. He grabbed the pills out of her hand and slid open the package. The package was brand new, no pills were missing yet.

Margret volunteered. "I started taking them again tomorrow."

Thick closed the packet reading the doctors name on the outside of the case. He than slipped it into his jacket pocket than starred at Margret and said. "Your going to stop taking these as of right now. Do you understand?"

Margret had tears in her eyes as she nervously replied. "Yes."

Thick added. "I know this doctor. If I find out you called him for another refill I'm going to want my money. You do exactly what I saw and don't tell your old man anything about the pills. Do you understand?"

Margret was almost crying as she replied. "Yes."

Thick turned and walked out the door. That was the last Margret ever heard from him and that was almost 3weeks ago. Thick's girlfriend Amber called a couple days later and verbally gave Margret a list of things to purchase and how she was supposed to be dressed the day she would be picked up.

That included. High heels with at least 6" spikes with straps around the ankles. A pair of black thongs. An open half black bra which were wired and held up the breasts but left them completely open. Large size condoms. Thank God they were going to use protection. At least that was what Margret thought. Also on the list was a black mini skirt and a shear black top.

Margret started to dress. Thank God the kids were visiting friends for the weekend. They wouldn't see their ****** dressed like a slut leaving the house that day. Billy was out in the living room pacing the floor as Margret adjusted the black skirt around her tiny waist. She had to sit in a chair as she slipped on those high heels. It took a couple minutes to hook the thin straps around her thin ankles. She applied rich red lipstick to her lips as she was instructed and finished with a tiny splash of perfume. She looked in the full length mirror. She looked like much younger than her thirty-one years.

She looked like someone who was single ready to go out hitting the clubs to pickup men. Oh...She almost forgot. She grabbed her wedding rings with her right fingers and started to wiggle them off her left hand. She tucked them safely into her jewelry box and closed the lid. She took one last look in the mirror and shut off the light before heading out into the living room where Billy was pacing the floor.

Billy took one long look at his gorgeous blonde wife and sighed. Margret nervously grabbed her purse off the table and sat down on the sofa to wait for her ride. Billy sat down next to her rubbing the palm of his hand on her knee.

"Honey. I'm really sorry you have to do this."

Margret pushed Billy's hand away. "Billy. Just shut up and leave me alone right now."

She was mad because Billy allowed this to happen. If he never went to that casino that night they would be in this mess. Billy already promised her he would never gamble again. Lets just see if he holds his word. The sound of a car door closing filled the front room. A moment later there was a knock at the front door.

Margret stood up and opened the door. A woman stood on the porch smiling.

"I'm Amber. You must be Margret?"

Margret cracked a slight smile as she let Amber into the house. Amber looked over at Billy who was still seated on the sofa than turned to Margret and said. "Are you ready?"

Margret nodded than reached for her purse starring at her husband one last time. Amber placed her hand on Margret's purse and said. "Do you have your cell phone?"

Margret replied. "Yes I do."

Amber replied as she looked over at Billy. "Good. You can keep him updated during the weekend. " Amber than said to Billy. "Stay close to the phone. Your wife will be calling you with lots of updates."

As soon as the front door shut, Billy stood up watching his lovely wife get into the car with Amber and watched until they were out of sight.

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A Cheating Husband's Revenge


Megan stepped out of the shower and dried herself off and as she walked into the bedroom she stopped by the full length mirror she turned to admire the same figure she had when she graduated college six years ago.

She just turned twenty-eight and still had the same figure when her husband Rick had started dating the first year in college. Megan kept looking at the mirror and at five foot six inches tall and her slim figure, she could have been a model but had an interest in business and wanted to start a family when she left college but to date with her husband's busy schedule her dreams of having ******** never materialized.

Megan's fair skin kept her out of the sun but she still managed to get in a bikini at times with the help of a good sun block. Megan took the towel and curled her long red hair up into a bun and walked over to her makeup vanity and sat on the stool.

Megan had a nice figure and was blessed with her ******* bust at thirty-six C and a thin waistline and a perfect thirty-six hips could all be contributed to her ********** figure.

She grew up moving around because her ****** was in the air ***** and was never able to date much through high school. When she met Rick in college, he turned out to be her first love and they married the summer after graduation.

Rick worked for an accounting firm and spent long hours away from home and lately he spent evenings out with his friends leaving Megan home by herself. They had just moved to Tampa three months ago and Megan had left all her friends back in New York so she didn't have much to do during the day or evening for that matter.

Rick went out with his friends at work all last week and left her home alone every single night and that's just about how it was since moving to Florida and Rick starting his new job.

Megan began to apply her makeup as she leaned closer to the makeup mirror and began to think back two weeks ago on a Friday night. Megan had bought a new dress and had spent hours getting ready to go out to dinner that night. Rick called her at five in the afternoon and told her he had to go out to dinner with some clients from work and wouldn't be home until late that night.

That night wasn't the first night that Rick had left her alone on the weekend and it wasn't the last either. The first three years of their marriage had been almost perfect and in those days' Rick would be on time and bring home flowers at least once a week. The last couple years had been rough on him with changes in management at his job and Megan stood by his side for those two years until Rick was offered this great job here in Tampa so they sold everything and moved to Florida.

Megan finished her makeup and walked over to the bed where she had laid out a new dress. It was a very pretty green that complimented her long red hair.

Megan tried on the dress stretching it over her hips and walking back to the full length mirror and turned around so she could see every angle of herself. She walked back next to the bed and sat down and slipped on the matching heels she bought to go along with her new dress.

Megan finished drying her hair and combed her long red hair out and walked into the family room and starred out at the pool. Megan inherited some money last year when her *********** had died and this enabled them to make the move to Tampa and they had a very nice house with a pool and the house had all the bells and whistles she always wanted in a home.

Megan didn't have to work but starting today she was going to go out and find a job because she couldn't stand staying at home by herself any longer. She walked into the kitchen opening her purse and took out her favorite bottle of perfume and lightly squeezed the sprayer around her neck.

Megan walked back into the bedroom and checked herself out again in the full length mirror while she adjusted the dress around her cleavage and pulled the dress down to make sure it didn't expose too much of her breasts. Megan wanted to look sexy but didn't want anyone getting the wrong idea during an interview.

She had called a phone number she found in the paper that stated they were a new insurance office that was looking for someone that could not only work as a secretary but could also handle accounts as well. Megan had an appointment for an interview at eleven with a man named Robert Smith and wanted to be there a few minutes early.

Megan drove into town looking for the address Mr. Smith had given her on the phone and had to park her car about a block away from the building. Megan walked up to an older building which looked like it had just been freshly renovated and opened the door and walked inside.

The front office looked nice except a few boxes were stacked around the place as if someone was still moving in. Megan rang the buzzer and waited a few seconds longer when a man walked out of the back and said. "Hello. May I help you?" Megan looked at the tall slim black man and said. "My name is Megan Jennings and I'm supposed to see Mr. Robert Smith about an interview this morning."

The man replied and said. "I'm Mr. Smith and it's very nice to meet you." Megan thought he was a handsome well-dressed man as she took his hand and Mr. Smith said. "I hope you can excuse the mess right now. I just moved here to this building last week and I lost the partner I had been working with me at the old location and I've had to make the best out of the situation. Please come in and sit down and we'll get started."

Megan and Robert spent more than an hour talking about what he was looking for and she told him about her experience but hadn't worked in awhile and how she was looking forward to a fresh start with a new company.

Megan noticed that Mr. Smith had been starring at her wedding ring during the interview and she finally mentioned that she had been married since college and told him how they had met and about her husband's job.

Mr. Smith had been writing notes and Megan had waited for him to speak when all of a sudden he looked up at her and said. "You're hired!" Megan was shocked that he had offered her the job so quick and said. "Thank you. "Mr. Smith said. "That is if you don't mind helping me get this place in control over the next few days."

Megan even offered to start that same day and Mr. Smith accepted her offer. Mr. Smith said. "You can call me Robert. Mrs. Jennings." Megan replied. "Thank you. Robert. You can call me Megan."

Robert invited Megan for lunch since her interview lasted until noon and they spent the entire afternoon sorting boxes and clearing a desk out for Megan. Robert was happy to find a lovely woman that seemed to fit right into place in his office.

Robert thought she was very attractive and very smart and knew he had made the right decision when he hired her.

Megan was glad she was able to move right into a position so fast and loved the intimacy of working in a small office. Later that evening she received a phone call from her husband that he would be working late and would later be taking clients out to dinner and he wouldn't be home until late.

She tried to tell Rick about her new job but he hurried off the phone and hung up before she could tell him the good news. Megan was mad as she put the phone down in its cradle and decided to take a hot bath.

She wanted to relax and unwind after being on her feet for several hours today and a hot bath would do the trick. After filling the garden tub with hot water, Megan stepped inside and laid back and closed her eye's. The hot water felt so good on her body as she rubbed her tits with a wash cloth soaked in hot water.

Megan spread her legs and touched her neatly trimmed pussy mound with the cloth and sat thinking about the last time she had sex. Megan could only count twice since they moved to Tampa several months ago and thought back to a time when they had sex on a daily basis when they were first married.

She remembered times when she would go out and flirt with guys in clubs with her husband looking on nearby and they would go home later that night and fuck their brains out all night. Megan stroked her pussy and parted her pussy with her fingers and touched her clitoris and rubbed her finger against it sending sensations up her spin. If Rick were here right now, she would screw him all night.

After her bath, Megan slipped into a short green nightie and laid in bed reading a book waiting for her husband to return home. Megan didn't know why she was so horny tonight but wished he would get home soon so he could fuck her.

Megan's pussy was wet when she began to lose interest in her book and began to stroke her pussy with her fingers. She spread her legs and laid the book down on the night stand and began to play with her clitoris. The stimulation felt good as her hips began to squirm into the mattress.

She knew she could bring herself to orgasm but wanted to hold off until her husband was home fucking her tonight. Megan moved her hand away still feeling the tingling around her clitoris trying not to make herself cum at this time.

She slowly drifted off to ***** with one hand on her tits and the other laying on her mound. Megan was startled when her husband slid into bed that night as she glanced at the clock and saw that it was after two in the morning.

Megan slid over next to her husband and put her leg up over his hips and her arm around him and he turned and gave her a kiss and said "Good Night." Megan kissed him back and moved her hand down to his cock and started to massage it with her fingers.

Rick put his arm around her and kissed her back and said. "It's getting late Honey." She was beginning to get frustrated as she continued to stroke his cock but noticed he was only getting semi-hard.

Maybe he was tired from the long day today as she moved her hand away from his cock and put her arm around him and kissed his lips again as he hugged her again and said. "We'll talk in the morning. I have to get some *****."

Lori knew her husband was tired and gave him one last kiss until she turned around and let him go to *****. She moved her hand down between her legs thinking how horny she was but it would just have to wait until morning.

Early the next morning, Megan woke up and looked across the bed only to find her husband gone. She could hear the shower running as she got up and walked into the bathroom and into the shower with her husband.

His back was turned toward her as she slowly put her arms up under his arms and around his chest and kissed his back as he slowly turned around and kissed her on the lips.

Megan rubbed her tits up against her husband's chest as she kissed him back and lowered her hand to his cock and began to stroke him. She lowered herself down onto her knees and looed up into his face as he put his hands on the back of her head and started to play with her beautiful long red hair.

The water was running down between her tits as she starred up into her husband's eye's and kissed the head of his cock and started to lick it in circles as he arched his hips giving her more room to work on him.

Megan moved her moth and took his cock into her mouth and swished her tongue around the head than slowly engulfed his cock inside her mouth until it hit the back of her throat than slowly reversed and let it slid back out of her mouth letting her teeth drag along the skin to give him more sensation.

She slowly took him inside her mouth again until the whole length had been taken and Megan closed her lips and slowly let it slid back out again. Shw was very talented with her mouth and loved to deep throat and was one of those women that loved the taste of cum.

Rick reached down and took Megan's nipples and began to gently pinch them with his fingers as she continued to suck on his cock. Megan gave her husband as much pleasure as she could possibly give him that morning and kept taking his cock to the back of her throat dozens of times until she took it out of her mouth and held onto it with her hand as she began to lick and suck his balls into her mouth one at a time.

Megan would take each testicle and pull on it with her mouth and release it and look up at her husband and laugh as he moaned with pleasure. Megan than took his cock back into her mouth and began to work her mouth up and down his shaft faster as she massaged his balls with her hands.

She worked on his cock for several more minutes until Rick moaned and said. "Here in cums." Megan continued to suck his cock until she felt the first spurt of his hot seed hit her tongue and began to swish her tongue around and took hold of his cock and massaged the lower side to help milk the last drops of seed from his cock.

Megan swallowed the sperm and gave his cock a few more licks with her tongue as she moved her face away and stood up kissing her husband's chest. Megan cleared her mouth of as much of his cum as she could and stretched up and kissed him on the lips.

Rick hand his hands on her waist and moved the up along her side until they rested near her tits and kissed her back and said. "I have an early meeting this morning and have to be at work by eight."

Megan replied. "Do you have enough time to join me in the bedroom before you go?" Rick replied. "Maybe we'll have more time this evening and we will continue this tonight."

Megan was frustrated and very disappointed as her husband kissed her lips again and turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. Megan was on fire and he wanted to leave for work and put her arm around him and said. "Do you have enough time for a quick one before you go?"

Rick turned toward his wife and kissed her again and said, "Later tonight. I have to get dressed and leave before I'm late."

Megan watched as her husband dressed and left for work thinking she didn't even mention her new job to him this morning. He didn't seem to care much about her life anyway as she got dressed for work.

She spent the day on her new job working with Robert and dealing with her first clients as her mind kept drifting back to her husband. Robert took her out to lunch that day and Megan asked Robert why he wasn't married and he had replied that his ex-wife had run off with a preacher a few years ago and he had moved to Tampa to start a new life and his new business.

Megan sat thinking about her husband again as she sat with Robert listening to his story about his ex-wife. She felt sorry for Robert as she listened to his story and placed her hand on top of his and said. "You're lucky to be here getting a new start in your life and your business is going to be very successful. You watch and see."

Robert could tell that she had something on her mind and asked. "Is everything all right at home with you and your husband?" Megan would have wished she could tell him but replied. "Yes. We have a wonderful marriage and we hope to be able to start a new family soon."

They spent most of the day with new clients but Robert talked to her almost every chance he could get and at the end of the day he made a comment and said. "If there is anything that you need or if I can help you in any way. Just let me know." Robert got a card out and wrote down his cell phone number and his home number and gave it to Megan as she thanked him as they shut off the lights and left for the evening.

Rick called again that evening and had left a message on the phone saying he would be out late again that evening but didn't leave an explanation why he would be out late. Megan felt very frustrated and hurt by her husbands total disregard for making time to spend with her.

Several weeks had gone by since Megan started her new job with Robert and every day he would take her to lunch placing the sign in the door that read. "Out to lunch" sign in the window and he would take Megan out to lunch. Over those several weeks he had gotten to know all about Megan including the fact that her husband Rick didn't even know she had gotten a job several weeks before. It seemed that he always left the house an hour before she started getting ready in the morning and always came home late in the evening.

Megan hadn't said anything about their sex life but Robert was able to pick up on her frustration and had thought about many reasons why her husband may not be interested in sex with her. Robert didn't feel comfortable talking about sex with her but tried to find other ways in hinting around and finding out more.

Three weeks had passed and Robert had been picking up Megan at her house every morning and they shared a ride down town to their office. Robert had informed her that morning that he was making her his partner and they were planning on taking a long lunch that day to celebrate.

It had been another three weeks of the same old routine with Rick and Megan did her best to try and cop with her loneliness and frustration.

Robert wanted to take Megan to a special place to eat lunch that day which was across town near where Megan's husband's office was located. Megan had worn the same green dress she wore the day of her interview which she liked to wear and one of the dresses that Robert made the most compliments on the past four months.

It was a fifteen minute drive to get to the restaurant and Megan felt good about her new partnership with Robert as they walked into the front door and waited to be seated. The waiter walked ahead of them as they walked toward the back of the large building which had two floors that were open to the second floor.

They sat down at their table which was located in the back corner but made the entire restaurant in plain view of their table. They ordered and waited for their food to arrive when Megan noticed her husband walking up the stairs behind the waiter. She was about to tell Robert that her husband had walked in when she noticed a blonde woman walking along the side her husband.

Megan watched as the waiter seated them on a table along the edge over looking the first floor and Megan could look directly up and could see her husband from her angle. Megan looked over at Robert and said. "My husband just walked in here with a blonde woman and they are sitting right up there." She was careful not to make herself too obvious when she pointed out where they were sitting.

Robert looked up and smiled and said. "Do you think you should walk up and say, Hello?" Megan whispered and said. "She's problebly a client and maybe I shouldn't disturb him right now. Besides. I would have to explain whom I'm having lunch with."

Megan noticed the woman was wearing a tight black dress and watched as the waiter brought their ******. She kept an eye on them as she ate her lunch and noticed her husband was doing most of the talking as the woman smiled.

Robert laughed and said. "Maybe you should walk up there and see who she is before you get the wrong idea." It didn't even take that for Megan to find out something was up when she saw the woman get up out of her chair and stood next to her husband and leaned down to kiss him on the lips.

Megan than watched the woman walk back down the stairs and she walked right past them on her way the restroom. Megan looked over toward Robert and said. "I'm going to find out who she is."

Megan excused herself as she got up and walked back to the ladies room and saw the woman touching up her makeup. Megan walked up next to the woman and said. "I saw you walk in with that handsome guy and thought he had done some accounting for our company in the past. Is his name John by any chance?"

The woman responded as she applied her lipstick and said. "No. He's my boyfriend and his name isn't John. Sorry." Megan could have ****** the woman as she stood in front of that mirror. She at least wanted to ask her more about, "Her boyfriend" but decided to wait.

Megan replied and said. "Sorry. I must have mistaken him for someone else." Megan than said. "I'm Megan and I work for Smith Insurance on the other end of town and I didn't get your name?"

The blonde woman stopped what she was doing and looked back at Megan and said. "Sue." Megan was determined to learn more about her and asked. "Do you work around here?"

Sue looked over at Megan again and hesitated before saying. "We work together across the street." Megan pushed it further to the edge and said. "I bet that guy is hot in bed?"

Sue looked over at Megan but didn't respond to her question when Megan turned to walk out and with a smirk said. "Good luck."

Megan walked back out and sat with Robert and looked up at where her husband was sitting and saw he dialing his cell phone. Just a few second later, Megan's cell phone rang and Megan picked it up and looked over at Robert and said. "It's my husband."

Megan answered her phone and said. "Hello." Rick said "Honey. I'll be working late again tonight, you may just want to eat without me tonight and I'll see you when I get home." Megan replied. "Oh. Are you meeting with clients again?" Rick said. "Yes. I'm with one of them right now and have to go." Megan responded and said. "OK. I'll see you when you come home."

Megan hung up the phone and looked over at Robert and said. "That Bastard just lied to me." They both watched as Sue walked past their table and back up the stairs and kissed Rick when she reached the table.

Megan told Robert what Sue had said to her in the ladies room and Robert could see how hurt Megan was and tried to comfort her. Robert said. "Maybe you should go up and confront them both and catch them in their own game."

Megan replied. "I'm going to wait and let him hang himself. If I go up and confront him now, he'll just have some excuse for her."

They finished their lunch and left and as they walked out the front door, Megan looked back and saw her husband holding hands with that woman.

Megan had tears in her eye's as they drove back to the office and Robert said. "Maybe we should close up the office early today and I'll drive you back home." Megan wiped the tears from her eye's and said. "No. I want to be with you this afternoon. I'm afraid I'll just go home and get more upset."

Robert replied. "OK. I understand how you feel because I've been there and it hurts. Maybe you can talk to him when he comes home tonight. Try and get it all out in the open." Megan put her hand on his arm and said. "Thank you for being so kind and understanding."

Megan could feel the stress building up the rest of the afternoon at work. How could she have been so stupid over these past few months and let this get out of control? Obviously, Rick had been seeing this woman for sometime because he had lost interest in sex several months ago. The more Megan thought about the situation, the more angry she became. It was a mixture of anger and hurting inside and confusion

Robert was very understanding and took care of most of the clients that afternoon and when they were almost finished for the day, he sat down with her and said. "Would you like to stop for a ***** after work tonight? I think we could both use a ***** before we depart for the evening."

Megan replied. "No thanks." Megan hesitated and said. "I changed my mind. I think I'll take you up on that *****. I need someone to talk with tonight."

Robert replied. "Good. I'm so glad you changed your mind. I think I need someone to talk to just as well tonight." Megan said. "If you could stop at my house first tonight and let me change into something comfortable to wear before we go out." Robert replied. "I'd be happy to."

Robert and Megan arrived at Megan's house later that afternoon as Megan said. "Make yourself at home while I change." Robert looked around and saw a bar in the family room and said. "You have a nice bar. Do you keep it stocked?" Megan replied. "Sure. Help yourself to whatever you like. I'll be out in a few moments."

Megan walked out a few minutes later wearing a different green dress. This one was much more revealing than the green dress she wore to work on occasion. It had thin shoulder straps and exposed half of her tits just above her nipples and was very tight and enhanced every curve of her body.

Robert smiled and had made her a ***** and said. "You look absolutely stunning wearing that beautiful dress." Megan took a sip of the ***** Robert had mixed her and walked up near Robert and said. "I'm going to need to ***** more of these myself tonight."

Robert thought to himself how attractive this woman is and how he couldn't understand why her husband would want to cheat on her.

After having a couple *****s, Robert took her to a club and after dinner they sat listening to a jazz band while they spent time talking. A real band came in later that evening and Robert asked her to dance as they took to the dance floor with several other couples.

After several songs the band said they were going to something slower for those lovers that requested it and Robert had hesitated about staying on the dance floor but stayed as he took Megan into his arms. This had been the first contact he had with this beautiful woman since she walked into his office a few short weeks ago.

Megan rested her head against Robert's shoulder and Robert knew she was thinking about her husband and felt sorry for her. Robert wasn't sure if she wanted to continue the dance and said. "Megan. Would you like to set this one out?"

Megan responded and said. "I feel fine. I was just thinking to myself but I'd like to continue to dance." The band moved into its second slow song as they continued to dance and Robert could feel Megan's fingers as they massaged his back as he held her tight. Robert said. "I use to take my ex-wife out dancing all the time and this reminds me of those moments we had on the dance floor."

Robert felt her body as it seemed to melt into his chest and knew she wanted to be here with him at the moment. Robert made a brave move and kissed the tip of her head and held her even tighter as they danced.

Robert lowered his hands to her lower waist as they swayed to the music and leaned his back and said. "You're such a wonderful woman and I'm so glad you came into my office that day and I hired you."

Megan replied. "Thank you. I'm so glad we met and happy that you hired me as your partner and don't know how to thank you." Megan stretched up and kissed him on the cheek as they finished their dance that evening.

Robert dropped Megan off that night around ten and when they approached the driveway they spotted Rick's car sitting there. Megan thanked Robert for the lovely evening and said she would be all right and as she opened the door she turned and waived at Robert as he drove away from the house.

Megan walked into the house and found her husband asleep on the sofa and slammed her purse down on the table which woke him up. Rick looked over at his wife and said. "Where have you been tonight?"

Megan replied. "Never mind where I've been tonight, tell me about this whore Sue you were at lunch with this afternoon?" Rick said. "Who is Sue? I don't know who your talking about." Megan walked around in front of her husband and said, "Don't lie to me, I talked to Sue myself and she admitted to me that you were her boyfriend."

Rick sort of laughed and said. "Oh. That Sue. She works at my office and I was just having lunch with her." Megan replied. "I bet you had more than lunch with her, as a matter of fact I think she is the reason why you've been late all these nights for the past several months and I'm tired of it."

Rick than said something she didn't expect him to say as he replied. "OK. We had a little fling but it's over and I'm sorry and I promise it won't ever happen again" Megan stood there looking at her husband in disbelief and knew that he had been *****ing tonight as she replied. "I want you out of this house tonight. I don't even want you here with me right now."

Megan started to cry as her husband stood up and tried to put his hands on her shoulders for comfort when she said. "Get away from me." Rick's voice got louder as he said. "Who were you with tonight?" Megan was crying but didn't want to lie and said. "That was my new boss and it's none of your business right now to know anything else about him."

Rick stood there and said. "So. You went out and got a job without even asking my opinion. You go out with this guy behind my back." Megan didn't let him go any further and said. "You got your nerve to even say that to me. You went out and got yourself some slut at work to fuck and you didn't even tell ME!"

Megan looked at him as if she were going to ***** him and said. "You really have your nerve to even ask me that question. Now. I want you to get your clothes and get out of here."

Rick walked away and got some of his things out of the bedroom and left as the door slammed as he drove off leaving Megan crying. Rick came back early the next morning and cleaned out more of his things without saying a word to Megan as she dressed for work and she didn't say anything to him as well.

Six weeks had passed since they had that argument and Rick had got himself a small apartment a couple blocks from there house on a short term lease until his wife had time to cool down. He was really sorry to have hurt her and sorry about his affair with Sue and knew how wrong he had been in doing so. Megan had been a wonderful wife to him and wished he could take it all back and start fresh but figured he would just have to give her more time.

Megan spent those six weeks learning to manage her home and her new job with Robert as co-manager and they even hired two other people in those six weeks. Robert and Megan had discussed her relationship with her husband many times at lunch and Megan still wasn't sure if divorce was the answer at this time.

One Friday Megan invited Robert to dinner and asked if he could be at her house that evening around six. Robert didn't know that she had prepared dinner at her house when he arrived and was surprised to find the dinning room table neatly set with candles. He had arrived with roses in his hand and Megan placed them in a vase on the center of the dinning room table.

After dinner Megan had cleared the table and put everything in the dish washer as Robert helped and looked over at him and laughed as she said. "We work as a good team with just about everything. Don't we?"

Robert laughed as he replied. "You are right. You're a very talented woman and dinner was just wonderful."

Megan smiled as she finished by turning on the dish washer and said. "Why don't you sit down out by the pool and I'll get us a couple *****s and come out?" Robert smiled as he walked out by the pool and sat on a love seat and watched as the Sun dropped below the trees in the distance and waited for Megan.

Robert sat waiting a few minutes when the pool lights came on and the door slid open and Megan walked out with tow *****s and a tray with two glasses, an ice bucket and a bottle of wine.

Megan also had changed her clothes and she now wore a red silk robe that was tied tight around her waist. Megan smiled and poured them some wine and gave Robert his glass as he asked. "Your dress was so pretty, why did you change into your robe?"

Megan replied. "I have this nice pool sitting here and nobody has been swimming in it these last few weeks and thought we might go for a swim this evening." Megan went on to say. "There is a swim suite that you can wear laying out on my bed if you would like to change out of your clothes."

Robert sat his ***** down and followed Megan into the bedroom as she shut the door and left him change out of his things. She had put the suit and a robe and towels on the bed for him as he took his things off and laid them on a chair next to the bed.


The suit was tight but Robert got into it as he thought it must have belonged to her husband as he tucked his cock inside and slipped the robe onto his shoulders and walked back out to the pool with the towels in his hands.

Robert saw Megan walking his way near the pool with a ***** in her hand as she said. "I see that you were able to get in that suite. My husband is smaller than you and I wasn't sure if you could get into it." Robert smiled and watched Megan as she stood next to him in a black bikini that barely covered her tits and the bottom wasn't much more than a thong.

Megan stopped in front of him and turned around in a circle and said. "How do you like my new swim suit?" Robert smiled and replied. "The swim suite is nice but you're more beautiful than I ever imagined and you wear it very well."

Megan smiled as she sat her ***** down on the table and took Robert by the hand and walked toward the pool steps.

Robert laughed as Megan gently put her foot in the water and splashed his legs as she let go of his had and walked into the water. Megan said. "Come on in the water its actually very warm."

Megan ducked under the water at the deep end as Robert walked down the steps and slowly walked halfway out to where Megan had popped up out of the water and said. "I'm adjusting to the water temperature so you'll have to give me a moment."

Megan splashed more water his way as she ducked back under the water and came up next to him clearing the water from her mouth and playfully splashed him again and said. "Follow me." Megan dove under the water and again and Robert followed this time and they both came up on the deepest end.

Megan's top had unsnapped under the water and when she noticed she held up the front of her top and started to laugh. When Robert saw what, she was laughing about, he laughed and said. "Let me get that clasp for you."

Megan turned her back toward Robert as he took a hold of the clasp and tried to hook it together when it broke and he stretched his hand out over her shoulder so she could see what had happened. Megan turned around as she tossed the bra top up by the chairs and laughed and said. "What the heck, I might as well go topless in my own pool."

Robert looked stunned as he glared down at Megan's tits as she ducked under the water again and came up in the deep end again and said. "Come on Robert, your not going to let me frighten you like this. Are you?"

Robert ducked under the water and came up next to her as he still stared at her tits and said. "See. You didn't need that suit to make yourself look beautiful." Robert watched as Megan surprised him again and slipped out of her bikini bottom and through it up by the chairs next to her top and said. "OK. I'm I still as beautiful as you thought?"

Robert replied. "You'll always be a beautiful woman to me." Megan smiled as she swam over toward Robert and said. "Come on, its your turn now."

Robert smiled at Megan when she indicated that she wanted him to take his suite off. He knew she had been under a lot of stress and seemed to be acting much different from the Megan he knew but he gently pulled his suit off and through it up next to the chairs along side Megan's and said. "How's that?"

Megan got up out of the water and grabbed their glasses and walked back into the pool and waited for Robert to swim back toward her. Megan had been very bold in taking her suit tonight as she held out the glass for Robert. Megan had never acted in that manor before but she felt some stress that evening and felt like playing with Robert.

Robert said. "I think this is a first time for me tonight." Megan replied. "Do you mean that you never went swimming like this before tonight?" Robert said. "I've done this before it's just that I never did it with a married woman before."

Megan took another sip of her ***** and said. "Its just that I don't really feel like I'm married to that jerk right now." Megan was looking down at Roberts cock and starring at it and Robert noticed but tried to ignore it as he sipped his wine.

Robert was hard as a rock from being here naked in the pool with this lovely woman and he knew he was rather huge and figured she must be admiring his size and glance down under the water in the direction of her pussy.

Megan giggled when she saw Robert looking toward her pussy mound and walked up a few feet to shallow water and exposed her shaved mound and said. "I trimmed off all of my hair so you can't tell if I'm a natural redhead."

Robert laughed and said. "There must be one or two of them down there that you missed." Robert couldn't believe he was standing in this pool naked with his beautiful business partner and talking about shaved pussy.

Megan walked next to Robert in the water until she was just inches away from him and said. "You can trust me. I'm a natural redhead."

Robert moved his legs in the water and his cock brushed up against her leg and Megan said. "Oh. I think you just poked me in the leg with your cock." Megan reached over to the side of the pool and sat her ***** down and took a hold of Roberts shoulders and stretched up to kiss him. Robert kissed her back as he sat his glass down along the side hers and put his arms around her.

Megan pushed her tits into his chest as they continued to kiss and Robert slid his hands down and cupped her ass in his hands as they broke the kiss long enough for him to say. "I wanted to kiss you for a very long time." Than locked his lips back on hers and kissed her passionately as she reached down in front of them to take a hold of his cock.

Megan began to stroke his cock but couldn't get her fingers completely around its huge thickness as they continued to kiss. Robert wanted to suck on her tits so badly but they were limited to what they could do out in the pool so he said. "Why don't we go back into the house and get more comfortable?"

Megan didn't answer but took a hold of Roberts hand as she walked him back into the house. She picked up the towels on the way inside and began to dry him off while he did the same to her.

Megan than put her arms around Robert and began to kiss him again running her tongue deep inside his mouth as she rotated her hips making his cock rub her bare pussy mound.

Megan was horny because it had been several months since she had been fucked and couldn't wait until Robert was deep inside her pussy. Megan had never been fucked by a black man as she Backed him up against the bed and pushed him down. She was being the aggressor as she lay on top of him and continued their kiss.

Megan than slid her body down as she kissed his neck than worked her way down his chest and gave the head of his cock a gentle kiss than giving it a lick with her tongue. Magen than opened her mouth and took his cock inside her mouth and slowly lowered her head all the way down until his pubic hair was touching her face.

Megan had always been good deep throating her husband as she held it in her throat for a second longer before ******* than slowly lifted her face back off his cock than looked at Robert's face as he laid back enjoying the pleasure she was giving him.

Morgan twisted around so her pussy was laying above Robert's face as she took his cock inside her mouth again and began to lick around its side than back up to its head. Robert began to lick her pussy running his tongue deep inside as she arched her back pushing her pussy down into his mouth.

Robert's hands were holding onto her waist as she began to squirm around on top of his face as his tongue worked its way inside her pussy. Megan was working her mouth around his cock as she sucked him deep inside her mouth until she lifted up and turned around and gave him another kiss before moving up over his head and let her tits hang down in front of his mouth as he took one of them into his mouth and began to suck.

Megan said. "That's it. Suck my tits for me." Megan rotated her ass around until she straddled his body and took hold of his cock and placed its large head against her bare pussy. Megan moved her ass slightly letting the head lodge inside her pussy and rotated her ass again until an inch disappeared inside her.

Robert was still sucking on her tits as he reached down and took hold of her hips to help steady her weight as she slid more of his cock down inside her pussy. Robert thought about a rubber but figured she must be on the pill because she didn't mention anything to him.

Megan had several inches of Robert's cock inside her pussy now as she placed her hands on his chest and began to move herself up and down his large black cock. Magen moaned as Robert started to arch up sending more of his cock inside her pussy.

Megan's tits were hanging down in Roberts face as he licked each tit with each downward stroke that Megan made above him. Robert could feel her pussy as it clamped down on his cock. Robert moaned and said. "That's it. Ride that big black cock. Shake that little white ass for me."

Magen was working her ass around above him as she panted and moaned and said. "Oh Yeah. Fuck me. Fuck me hard."

Robert grabbed a hold of Megan's ass and rolled her over until she was now laying on her back with him on top. Robert was able to stay inside her without losing a stroke as he continued to fuck her pussy. Robert was enjoying the way her pussy was squeezing his cock as she locked her legs around the back of his ass.

Megan put her arms around his shoulders as Robert began to kiss her again keeping up his slow steady pace with his cock inside her pussy. Megan said. "Your cock feels so good inside me. It's been so long for me and I needed it badly."

Robert replied. "Your pussy is so tight. I might keep it inside your pussy until morning." Robert felt her tighten again as he finished his sentence and moaned as he continued to push his cock into her pussy.

Megan's pussy was soaking wet as it gripped his cock as she tilted her head in order to kiss him again. Robert pushed his tongue inside her mouth as her body started to tremble from the excitement.

Megan's whole body began to quiver as she broke the kiss to say. "I'm going to cum. Oh Yeah. Keep fucking me. God. Yes. I'm cuming." Her legs began to buck as she shivered and dug her nails into Roberts back as she reached her orgasm.

Megan's pussy was clamped around Robert's cock like a vise as he continued to fuck her as her body trembled from her orgasm.

Robert was enjoying fucking this beautiful white woman as he glanced down to look at her tits and the contrast of her pale skin against his jet black skin. Robert held onto her again as he flipped her over on top of him again making sure his cock didn't get dislodged from her pussy.

Megan was still breathing hard from her orgasm as Robert put his hands on her ass and gripped her tight as he began to move Megan up and down his thick shaft. Megan's bent down and kissed him on the lips with an open mouth kiss and Robert said. "You like that black cock don't you?" Megan responded and said. "Oh Yeah. Keep fucking me. I love it inside my pussy."

Robert felt he could hold back just a little longer and wanted to enjoy their first mating as much as possible and lifted her body forward letting his cock dislodge from her pussy. Megan said. "Oh God. No. Don't take it out."

Robert replied. "Don't worry. I want to give you a special treat with my tongue." Robert pulled her forward until she straddled her legs on each side of his upper chest as he held her ass in his hands to help guide her onto his face.

Robert didn't waste anytime dipping his tongue inside her pussy which was wet from her orgasm and began to lick around as deep as he could until he could hear her start to moan.

Megan's ass rotated around his face as he buried his tongue deep inside her pussy. Robert began to work his tongue against her clitoris as she began to shiver again. Robert reached up to massage her tits as her body swayed with his tongue deep inside her pussy.

Megan's body began to shake more as Robert continued to circle his tongue around her clitoris. His hands held her by her waist now as she began to cum again as she said. "Oh God. Yes. Oh Yeah. Oh. Robert. Oh God. You're tongue. Oh Uh. Yes."

Robert considered himself an expert with his tongue as he continued to flicker it against her clitoris as her orgasm began to weaken. Once Megan's body stopped quivering, Robert stopped moving his tongue and gave her pussy a few more kisses before turning her over onto her back again on the bed.

Robert didn't waste anytime reinserting his thick cock inside her pussy as she arched her legs up and helped him mount her again. He was able push himself all the way inside her pussy because it was so wet and she was beginning to accommodate him more easily this time.

Megan wrapped her legs back around him as she dug her heels into his ass and said. "Don't leave me again. I want you to stay with me all night tonight."

Robert gave her an open mouth kiss and said. "I'll stay here with you as long as you want." He began to fuck her again as her pussy made sucking sounds each time he pushed inside her pussy.

Megan dug her nails into Robert's back again as she held onto him as tight as she could. Robert continued to kiss her lips as he sent his cock inside her with more ***** each time. He knew he was going to cum soon as he felt his cum building up inside him.

Robert continued to push his cock inside her as his own orgasm began to and he pushed inside her deep and hard as his cock spewed its seed deep inside her pussy. Robert was experiencing so much pleasure that he barely noticed that Megan's body had began to quiver again as she too had another orgasm just as his cock was spurting its last amounts of seed into her belly.

They both moaned and yelled out as they finished their orgasms and within seconds were laying on the bed with Robert's cock deep inside her pussy. He was still hard as he slowly withdrawal his cock from the warmth of Megan's pussy.

Robert lifted his tall frame off her tiny body as his cock slowly slipped from the confines of her pussy. He glanced down to watch as his cock slipped out and her pussy lips closed and could see a glimpse of his cum seeping from inside her pussy.

Robert looked down the crack of her ass and saw his cum slowly leaking from her pussy and leaving a small puddle on the bed below. He climbed up next to her on the bed and gave her a kiss on the lips and said. "You're a wonderful lover."

Megan lifted up and kissed him back and said. "You're a very talented man and I think I should keep you around here." Megan laid her head near his chest and Robert put his arm around her as they both fell asleep totally exhausted.

It was Saturday morning and Rick got out of bed that morning with a hang over from the night before. Rick had been trying to break off his relationship with Sue for the past several weeks but she was sticking to him like fly paper. Worse is, she works right in the same office with him and everyone is aware of their relationship.

Rick had the apartment for several weeks and moved here so he could be close to his wife whom he missed. He had gone to visit her last weekend and they had talked but Megan still wasn't ready to take him back. Rick knew how he had hurt her by having an affair with Sue and figured he could talk his wife in letting him come back home before his six-month lease was up on the apartment.

Megan told him about her job and told Rick she wasn't going to quit working because she wanted more freedom and independence. Megan didn't have to work because when her Grand parents died, they had left her a big chunk of money which enabled them to buy their new house here in Tampa.

Rick thought he had it made when he met that little blonde named Sue at his new job and soon began an affair with her that he still couldn't break away from. Sue would always come over with the same story about how she missed him and he would give in to her plea's and they would end up fucking like rabbits.

Last night was no exception except Sue had been more demanding on him and asked him to divorce Megan so they could get married. Rick stood scratching his head as he sipped his coffee as he thought back to what Sue had said to him last night about wanting to start a family with him and the fact that birth control had never come up during sex. Rick just assumed she was on the pill and never feared knocking her up.

Rick had plans to call Megan to see if she would be interested in spending Saturday together and picked up the phone and dialed Megan's number.

Megan was still laying in bed with Robert's arm around her as the phone rang and she stretched out and gave Robert a gentle kiss on the lips and reached over and picked up the phone. Megan answered and said. "Hello." Rick replied. "Megan. This is Rick. I was wondering if you might want to get together this morning and maybe we could go to the beach and maybe get something to eat?"

Megan hesitated not knowing what to tell him as she looked over at Robert's naked body and saw his cock pointing straight up at the ceiling and said. "I have some other plans to do for today. Maybe we could make it another time." Robert put his arm around Megan as she cuddled up next to him while she was still on the phone with her husband.



Rick replied. "I just thought you would have some extra time today and we could get together." Megan reached down and took hold of Robert's cock and wrapped her fingers around its huge girth as she replied to Rick and said. "I'm just too busy today. I guess you'll have to find something else to do today won't you? Maybe you can call Sue and see if she'll go with you."

Rick was hurt by Megan's answer as he replied. "Megan. You know I don't want to see her. Would you please consider spending some time with me today?"

Megan replied. "I have things to do this morning and have to go now. Bye." Rick could hear the phone being hung up before he had a chance to reply as he sat the phone back down on the counter.

Rick decided he would take a ride over and see if he could catch her before she went out today and maybe they could talk at lunch. It was only a five minute trip over to his house and if he hurried he could catch her in time.

Megan was kissing Robert as she climbed up on top of his huge black cock. She positioned herself above its giant head and reached down with her hand and guided it to the entrance of her pussy. Megan moved Roberts cock until it had lodged itself between her vulva that she began to press her weight down letting him slowly enter her pussy.

Megan rocked herself back and forth until Robert was fully lodged inside her pussy and sat on him as she bent down and kissed him on the lips. Robert took hold of her waist and lifted her up a few inches and than lowered her again as she let out a moan and said. "I'm beginning to like this very much. Maybe we'll have to do this every morning before we go to work from now on."

Megan rotated her ass around his cock as she squeezed her pussy muscles giving Robert even more pleasure as he pushed himself up and deeper inside her tight pussy.

Robert began to bounce her up and down his shaft making her tits swing with the motion of his thrusts. Robert stretched up and took one of her nipples into his mouth and began to lick and suck. He than moved over to the other side and gently bit on her tits as she moaned and said. "That's it. Fuck me hard."

Megan continued to ride his cock as he licked and sucked her tits into his mouth. Megan's body began to shake and Robert held onto her waist as tight as he could. Megan was like a wild ****** when she came and he held her to keep her from falling off as she yelled out. "Oh God. Yes. Oh Yeah . . . Oh . . . Ah . . . Yes."

Robert turned Megan onto her back without dislodging his cock and began to fuck her hard as Megan wrapped her legs around his body and rested her heels on his ass. Megan said. "Fuck Me. That's it. Fuck me hard. Oh . . . Yeah . . . Fuck me and cum inside my pussy."



Robert kept fucking her as Megan held on and dug her nails into his back as he started to grunt. "Oh God. Here it comes. Uh. Yeah. Baby. Uh." Megan felt the hot spurts of Robert's seed as it filled her belly. Megan was rubbing her hands across Robert's back as his body jerked as the last amounts of his cum entered her body.

Robert bent his head down and gave Megan a passionate open mouth kiss as he kept his cock buried deep inside her until every last drop of his cum had been spent.

Just as they finished their kiss, they could hear the door bell ringing and Robert withdrew his cock from her pussy making a loud sucking sound as the giant head left the confines of Megan's tight pussy. Robert climbed up off the bed as Megan followed looking for something to put on as his cum ran down her legs.

Megan found her short nightie and slipped it on over her head. They could hear the front door being unlocked and Megan said. "It might be my husband so wait in here."

Megan walked out of the bedroom and closed the door behind her and walked out to the front room. Rick was just closing the door when she arrived and said. "What are you doing coming over here today? I thought I told you I had things to do today?"

Rick looked at his wife dressed only in the short nightie and saw the red bit marks all around her tits. The nightie was very low cut and exposed most of Megan's tits down to her nipples leaving the marks Robert had put on her exposed. Rick glanced down at Megan's legs and could see cum running down between her legs as she stood there waiting for his reply.

Rick finally replied. "Whose car is that out in the driveway?" Megan replied. "That car belongs to my boss."

Rick said. "So. Where is your boss right now? Is he in our bedroom? Tell me. Is that your bosses cum I can see running down your legs?" Megan wiped some of Robert's cum off her legs with her hand and said. "I was getting ready to take a shower. What are you doing just barging in here anyway?"

Rick replied. "Did I interrupt something?" Megan said. "What is it you want anyway?" Rick hesitated as he starred at his wife's tits and said. "Looks like you got bit last night. Were those put there by your boss?"

Megan put her arms out and pushed her husband toward the door and said. "I want you to leave right now." Rick stuck his leg out to keep from falling backward and said. "This is my house just as much as it is yours and I demand you tell me where your boss is right now."

Megan raised her voice and said. "Listen to me. My grand parents left me the money so I could buy this house. Now I want you to get out of here right now and go back to your little slut friend Sue."

Rick replied. "You're not going to tell me where your boss is right now. Are you?" Megan yelled again and said. "Get Out Now!"

Rick opened the door and looked back at his wife and said. "Why did you have to go and do something like this for?" Megan reached out and closed the door and locked it and slipped the chain through the little slot.

Rick got into his car and pulled out of the driveway and drove down the block until he stopped and pulled over to the side. Rick pulled the car around the block and pulled back up and parked several houses down the street and decided he would wait and see if he could get a look at who was staying at their house.

Megan walked back into the bedroom and looked at Robert and started to talk when he cut her off and said. "I could hear everything from in here. Do you think he'll cause us some problems?"

Megan slipped the nightie back off over her head and said. "He was the one that went out and fucked that little whore behind my back and now he's going to have to pay for his big mistake."

Megan walked over and kissed Robert on the lips and said. "Go and start the shower. I'll be right in there."

Megan smiled as she watched Robert walk into the bathroom and listened as the water started to flow. Megan walked over to her jewelry box and opened the little drawer on the bottom and slipped off her wedding rings and placed them inside and closed the drawer.

Megan didn't have any idea if she could ever forgive her husband for cheating on her with that little slut. Right now, Robert was waiting in the shower for her and didn't want to spoil her morning thinking about her husband right now.

Megan stepped into the shower stall and placed her arms around Robert as she pushed her pelvis forward letting his cock touch her bare pussy. Robert bent his head down and kissed her on the lips as Megan asked. "Is this the first time you ever fucked a white woman?"

Robert laughed and said. "I dated a white woman back in college for a while but she wasn't a redhead." Megan replied. "So. How do you feel about redheads' now that you've fucked one?"

Robert laughed again and replied. "I think I'll only stick with redheads' from now on." Robert kissed her again until she kneeled down and took a hold of his cock with her hand and kissed the giant mushroom head and starred up into his eye's.

Megan slowly took his cock into her mouth as her mouth opened as wide as she could and continued until the entire length was inside her mouth with its head hitting the back of Megan's throat. Megan slowly pulled it back out as she watched the expression on Robert's face.

Megan took his cock into her mouth again only this time she took her time and licked all around its girth before sending it down her throat for a second time. Robert moaned with pleasure as he looked down into Megan's eye's and saw that she was starring up at him to watch the expression on his face as she slowly began to move her head around in slow motions giving him as much pleasure as she could with her mouth.

Megan took Roberts cock down her throat several more times until she pulled it out completely and began to lick and suck on his balls. Megan took her time sucking on each testicle as she slowly let each one fall out of her mouth than she would work on the other side.

Robert moaned as Megan put his cock back into her mouth and began sucking him again as she massaged his balls with her hand. Megan worked her tongue all around his shaft as Robert began to mao louder and said. "I'm going to cum. Here it comes. Oh Yeah. I'm cuming."

Megan swallowed each load that Robert shot into her mouth as she continued to work her tongue on the underside of his cock and at the same time she took her hand and squeezed his shaft forward trying to milk every last drop of cum from his cock.

Megan got back up off her knee's while they finished taking their shower and dressed. Robert had to dress in the same suite he wore the night before while Megan put on a pair of shorts and a short top and said. "We're going to have to bring some of your things over here so you'll have a change of clothes next time."

Robert took her in his arms and said. "Do you mean I'm invited back here again?" Megan replied back and said. "I'm thinking about having you stay here with me at times." She laughed as she continued. "You never know when we might have to discuss business here again."

Several minutes later they left the house so Robert could go home and change into something fresh. Rick was waiting down the street in his car as he watched his wife and a tall black man come out of the house.

Rick thought to himself. "That black guy must be her boss and they must have fucked last night." Rick waited until they pulled away than pulled the car forward and into his driveway and got out of the car. He hurried up to the door and unlocked the lock and went inside the house.

Rick went straight into the bedroom and starred at the bed and saw what he was looking for. There were cum stains on the sheets and Rick walked over and bent down and sniffed for himself. He smelled the strong smell of a man's semen.

Rick wanted to be sure she was fucking this guy as he walked back out of the house and locked the front door behind him. Rick sat in the car thinking that she didn't have a right to fuck this guy still being married to him. Rick was going to find out more about this guy and was going to make some plans of his own.

Over the next week Rick tried to find out as much as he could about Megan's boss as he followed them around and watched them from across the street from their office. Rick even called Megan a couple times being as friendly as he could possibly be and that following week Megan invited him back to their house to talk.

It was two weeks from the date that Rick had saw Megan with her black boss which he had learned his name as Robert. Megan wanted to talk to him about something important and he hoped it might be about getting back together.

Megan set the time for eleven that morning and Rick arrived about five minutes early as he sat sitting in his car before deciding to walk up to the front door.

Rick knocked on the door and waited for Megan to open the door and as the door opened, she told him to come inside.

Rick followed his wife out to the pool area and he saw Robert sitting on a chair and when he walked closer Robert stood up and waited for Megan to introduce them. Megan looked over at Rick and said. "Rick. This is Robert. Robert. This is Rick."

Rick was hesitant to shake Robert's hand but did anyway as both men sat down across from each other as Megan sat in the middle.

Megan started off by saying. "Rick. You are problebly wondering why I called you here and why I have Robert here today." Rick stood listening as his wife continued to say. "I'm fully aware that you have been spying on me over the past couple weeks and I know you have learned everything about Robert over that period of time."

Megan looked over at Rick who was listening to what she had to say as she continued on and said. "You wouldn't be in this mess if you wouldn't have had the affair with Sue which I found out you had started very soon after we moved here to this house. I've been doing much thinking over the past couple months and considered taking you back even after you went behind my back and cheated on me."

Rick sat there waiting for Megan to make her point as she continued and said. "Rick. I love you very much even though you hurt me so bad. I wanted to bring you back into this house and see if we could start over again with a fresh start."

Megan looked over at Robert and than back at Rick and said. "Robert is here to give me support confronting you today because something has come up that has made me change my mind. If you would excuse me for a moment, I'll be right back."

Rick sat in his chair starring over at Robert wondering if Megan was going to tell him that she had fallen in love with this man.

Megan returned from inside the house and walking along the side of her was his girlfriend Sue and he sat there with a shocked look on his face as they approached him. Megan pointed for Sue to take the chair next to Rick and she took her chair back next to Robert and sat down.

Megan began to speak again. "Rick. I know you're a little surprised right now but Sue contacted me early this week with some good news that you might want to hear from her." Megan nodded her head at Sue which was a cue for her turn to speak as Rick listened.

Sue sat looking into Rick's eye's and said. "I told you for the past few months that I was in love with you and I'm here to find out how you feel about me because I found out this past week that I'm pregnant and it's your ********

Rick looked stunned as he looked in Sue's eye's as she sat there with tears running down her face. Sue continued to say. "Rick. I came here this week to confront your wife about our problem and we had a long discussion about you."

Sue had more tears running down her face as she looked over at Megan and than back at Rick and said. "Your wife filed for divorce yesterday and she has agreed that you should take care of this *****. I'm not so sure that your in love with me but I want to have this baby and if you want to be a part of my life and your ********* than I will leave that up to you."

Rick was speechless as he looked over at Megan than back at Sue who was looking for comfort from him at that moment but instead he just sat there in shock trying to take in the whole situation that was taking place around him.

Rick thought to himself that just a few days ago he had plans on getting revenge on his wife and now this.

Sue started to cry as she put her face in her hands as Rick put his arm around her shoulder to try and comfort her. Sue looked over at Rick as he finally said something that comforted her. "Don't worry. We'll both take good care of our baby."

Sue put her arms around him as Megan's eye's began to tear as she watched Rick comforting his girl friend. Megan had plenty of time to think over the past few weeks and figured it was for the best rather than Rick and her having kids and he had cheated on her afterwards.

Several months later Rick and Sue had a baby boy and his marriage to Megan had ended in a no contest divorce. Megan was allowed to keep her house since she was able to prove that her Grand Parents had willed her the money.

Megan continued working as a partner for Robert and yes they continued to date each other because Megan couldn't seem to get enough of that black cock. Did they get married? You ask? Well, that's a whole other story and I'll tell you all about it in the sequel. Oh. That's only if you liked this story.

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Company Stock


Marvin Rogers liked his new power in his recent promotion to the home office. It also made him the head man over a staff of nearly two hundred. Marvin had risen up the ranks due his minority status and his unscrupulous nature. Now he could look down at all the white boys below him.

One of the best paying positions for the female clerical staff was as an administrative assistant to the home office managers. The very best job of all was to be the assistant of the top manager for that assistant would be making double the salary to a junior manager. In this case, the top manager was held by the devious Marvin Rogers.

To obtain the job, an interview with the top manager was one of the requirements and it was left to the manager's discretion who he chose as his personal assistant. The company of course had its minimum requirements set on such things as the ability to take dictation, typing, etc.

However, Marvin Rogers had additional requirements in his selections. Those being that his assistant be young, beautiful, white and married. Once a month he had to attend the meeting that the directors held for their top managers. Each month the meeting was held at a different branch and this meant staying overnight whenever the meeting was held out of town. It also meant the his personal assistant had to accompany him and had to stay at an hotel overnight. It soon was a recognized thing and talk in the company.

This head manager named Marvin Rogers always took his assistant with him. That this top manager took a his assistant from the secretarial pool to the meetings with them .. and it became talk that this black manager's selection, besides being efficient in all the company's required areas, she also had to be young - beautiful, married - and most of all "white'. It soon became common talk among the elite of the secretarial pool that the girl Marvin Rogers selected to take as his secretary to the distant meetings was expected to share his bed at the hotel... so far he had been to five such meetings, selecting a different girl on each occasion... three of the girls had been given a promotion and a very substantial raise on their return to their own offices.

The two others had returned early and never got a chance to work for top managers again but they would not say anything for fear of losing their jobs. So it was reasonable to assume just what Marvin Rogers required of his personal assistant. The devious head manager was looking forward to the upcoming meeting with anticipation.

One beautiful secretary had captured his attention. This assistant for this next trip, was the lovely Sherry Murphy. She was a pretty little thing, just twenty three and with the company for only six months. What appealed to the lustful mind of Marvin Rogers most of all was the fact that, only a couple of weeks ago, she had returned to the office after her honeymoon.

When he had called her to his private office and told her she was the selected assistant for the Chicago meeting, she gave some excuses of not being able to go. She obviously knew from her peers just what her duties included towards her boss on these out of town meetings. Knowing this beauty was a young newlywed, Marvin Rogers expected her excuses.

On the hint that she would never last long with the company, coupled with the fact that her husband's company folded during their honeymoon, she reluctantly agreed to accompany him to Chicago as his personal secretary. Laura knew what she was being selected for but the consequences of losing her job, with her husband searching for work, was too much for her to refuse.

Her husband was already so stressed that she couldn't add to it. The room was booked at a small hotel not far from the office where the meeting was being held. Marvin Rogers knew the owner of this hotel and got the room with the hidden video cameras. This film would assure his future access into this beauty's tight panties, plus the money such a video would bring.

Marvin puffed happily on his cigar as he watched the very pretty but nervous Sherry was to undress for him. When she was down to her pale yellow bra and matching panties he was envied that young husband of hers but smiled thinking of the shock her husband would have knowing his newlywed wife was about to share her delicate charms for a nigger.

"You're beautiful, Sherry," he muttered, as he took long drags on the cigar.

"A very lovely newlywed. How long have you been with the firm, my dear?"

"Just six months, Mr. Rogers ," she replied.

"I recently got promoted to the secretarial pool for the executives. And for the last two weeks I have been away ... on my honeymoon." she stammered.

"So you have Mrs. Murphy" he chuckled.

"And now you are back from your honeymoon Mrs. Murphy."

Marvin loved to taunt the innocent beauty, loved her obvious embarrassment.

"I'm anxious to see you without those pretty panties. A beautiful newlywed about to bare her charms to another man. What would your loving husband say if he could see you now!"

He liked embarrassing pretty young wives in this way. With her eyes glued to his bulging cock, he slowly undid the zipper to fly. He saw her eyes widen and heard her gasp when his long thick cock came into view. He saw she was mesmerized by his twitching black cock, knowing she was mentally comparing it with her new husband's.

But it would not a few moments before she would be able to compare physically. Marvin's cock twitched knowing the difference would be clearly "black and white'. Of course Marvin had to promise the newlywed that he would put on an infernal rubber coat. He knew the lovely Sherry would absolutely refuse to come on the trip without such a guarantee.

Sherry of course could not afford to get impregnated by another man, especially a black one at that. But Marvin would prepare a surprise for the bride. He'd made sure the condoms were deliberately punctured with holes large enough to let his thick seed to ooze into her unprotected womb.

He took her in his arms. She smelled so sweet, her body so soft and innocent. Marvin was pleasantly surprised that she did not move away at all as he embraced her petite body, as he cupped her tight ass cheeks and caressed her soft pink nipples.

Sherry was trembling but ****** herself to submit to this devious man, knowing that losing her job would be devastating with her husband out of work. Marvin wondered what this young newlywed had told her husband of the assignment but knew she would not dare divulge anything like this.

While he kissed her soft lips, he fingered her soft pink nipples, which soon began hardening and growing. Sherry kept her eyes closed but couldn't suppress her moans from the unwanted stimulation. As he kissed her deeply, his black cock was hot and heavy. He grasped her dainty hand to put it on his pulsing cock, letting her compare it to her new husband's.

In no time the lacy pink panties dropped to her ankles. In another few moments, the young newlywed was lying naked on the bed with her black boss anxious to mount her. But all things had to come to a halt when Sherry kept a sturdy grip on his pulsing black cock.

"Please Mr. Rogers, you promised!"

Marvin reluctantly stopped and reached over to get his condom. He saw her sigh with relief as he rolled the white condom, with a red tip, over his oozing cock head. He wanted to laugh knowing that the punctured condom would not prevent his potent seed from fertilizing her womb.

He guided his cock her moist pikpuy lips, pushing his rubber coated prick into that hot sex sleeve. He drew his mouth away from hers in a low voice, he asked, "How long is it made love to your husband, Sherry?"

"It's been about a week, Mr. Rogers. My husband's been too upset after losing his job" she replied.

He chuckled as it was rather bizarre and very stimulating to have this pretty young wife calling him "Mister", with his thick cock deep in her womb.

"And how many times has your husband done this to you since the honeymoon, Mrs. Murpy?" he chuckled adding emphasis to Mrs., for this newlywed, and giving a twitch of his monster cock.

She blushed in embarrassment wondering how she could willingly and take another man's cock and yet to talk about lovemaking with her husband so soon after her wedding.

"Only once ... just once," she mumbled.

"He has been worried about getting a new job that he's been too stressed."

Marvin Rogers almost laughed outright the young fool of a husband. Less than a month since their honeymoon and the young bride was being deprived of sex. He'd see to it that she would look forward to more "business" trips in the future. It was little wonder she was so anxious and willing to submit to a new lover. Even if that lover was pudgy, middle-aged, black and her boss.

He eased himself over on top of her, driving his black cock hard and as deep as possible, right to her womb. Marvin watched her face contort from the pain caused by his monstrous cock but also the pleasure it brought her. This innocent wife was going to be taught what a real fucking was all about. He could feel her tight pussy gripping and clamping to his cock like a glove.

Sherry moaned and it was obvious she was loving it. Marvin got his feet to the wooden bed frame to use the bed itself for more leverage. He wanted to feed into her every inch of cock he had. To make sure he gave her more than her husband, Marvin reared back and slammed forward with all his might.

Over and over he withdrew and slammed ahead. He saw the young wife's eyes glaze with ecstasy as orgasm after orgasm overtook her petite body. What could be a more enjoyable, more lustful sight for Marvin Rogers than to watch this very pretty secretary's face contort in passion. To see her reactions to this first fucking with a man other than her husband, a black man at that, and less than a month since she had returned from the honeymoon!

Throughout the night, the hotel bed continued to creak under the constant stress. No ***** would be obtained on this evening. Marvin was glad that he had brought an entire box of his specially prepared rubbers. When he tried to enter the young wife without the darn rubber, she had put up such a fight.

Marvin chuckled when she said "Please Mr. Rogers, you must put a condom on. I must be true to my husband!"

As if she was being faithful by letting another man fuck her with a rubber on. This young bitch had some logic in thinking she wasn't being unfaithful. Thus, Marvin only smiled each time as he twitched his oozing cock to ***** the thick cum into the rubber tip, ******* it through the porous holes.

Marvin Rogers had a suspicion that Sherry Murphy would have stayed another night with him in Chicago. But the train reservations were set ahead of time and he had other commitments. It was an added bonus for him to find Sherry's young husband waiting for her at the station when they got back to Milwaukee.

He watched the young happy couple kissing and embracing, the husband giving a passionate kiss on his wife's sweet creamy lips. Marvin smiled wondering if the unsuspecting husband would kiss his beautiful wife so passionately, or at all, if he knew that just before the train pulled into the station, his lovely wife was on her knees being fed a pint of creamy hot nigger cum.

Marvin's foot long cock had erupted deep down her throat and he pulled out to paint her soft lips with glossy cream. He had ordered to to lick her lips and to kiss her husband when she greeted him. The young husband would be shocked if he felt up his lovely wife, what should be his private possession was coated by another man's potent cream.

Marvin Rogers watched them lightly kissing as they headed to the parking lot. He smiled looking at the young couple, only recently back from their honeymoon, yet the naive young wife had already sampled another man's prick. A black one that was twice hubby's size in length and thickness.

Was the beautiful young wife on the pill? Marvin smiled as it was quite doubtful, especially with the fuss she put up insisting he wear a raincoat each time. Well, if she wasn't, she was likely to find herself with a puffy belly in a month or so.

Lucky he had poked holes in each one ahead of time. He loved to see the young beauty's tummy swell with his black offspring. He had bred her well. He'd enjoy seeing her reaction when she discovered she was pregnant. And young Mr. Murphy would find himself the ****** of a baby. One that was obviously not ******ed by him, especially with the baby's dark complexion and kinky black hair.

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Corrupting Kelly


The candle light was flickering between the bushes at the house next door and Don knew something was going on again. He hurried over and slipped into his tennis shoes and hollered out to his wife Kelly.

"Honey. I'm going for a short walk. I'll be back in a few minutes."

Don rushed out the back door before Kelly had time to question him on where he was going or perhaps ask him if she could join him on his walk.

Don's heart began to beat at a faster rate as he walked around the tall bushes that divided the two yards. He slowly made his way toward the back bedroom window where the candle light was flickering.

This was the third time this month he saw it going on and it was only the second week of June. He was determined to find out what had been going on at his neighbor's house these past few months.

First it started with a black Cadillac, than it was a green Mercedes and now for the past four weeks it was a Hummer. It never happened until dark and they would never leave until early morning before the sun rose again.

OK. Frank and Connie had frequent guests. What seemed so strange was the fact that the whole house became dark shortly after their guests would arrive except this bedroom light. Even if they were playing cards, why would they play back in the bedroom under candle light.

Yeah. Don was on the neighborhood watch program and he was only doing his neighborly duty. That's it! This wasn't wrong. What if something was going wrong at Frank and Connie's house?

He only had a few feet to go before he reached the window. Don found it strange that the shade wasn't pulled down. He had only a few more steps before he could see for himself what sort of activities his neighbors were doing so often with their guests.

Don could see shadows of at least two people in the room as he carefully walked along the side of the white house.

There she was! It was Connie standing near the window! Oh my God! She's only wearing a thin black nightie. Oh my God, look how beautiful she looks in that tiny little outfit. Don could see Connie's long blonde hair trailing down to her waist and such a lovely figure.

Oh my God, she's turning this way. Don quickly moved away from the window as he watched Connie near the window. She was dancing, not standing. She was smiling and appeared to be wiggling her body as if she were enticing someone in the room.

Don's heart was beating faster as he kept watching his gorgeous neighbor standing in the window. Suddenly. She was gone from the window. The only thing Don could see was the light of the candle flickering on a wall inside the room.

He could see shadows. Shadow's of people inside the room. Maybe two or three, he couldn't say for sure but there was someone else in that room with Connie. Whom did the Hummer belong too?

Why would Connie be wearing a nightie and dancing in the bedroom, while they entertained? Was the Hummer a rental? Don was sure he saw a tall man walk out of the Hummer this evening. Don couldn't really see him because it was so dark, but he knew it was a tall muscular man.

Don slowly walked toward the edge of the window being as carful as he could not to be seen. Thankfully there wasn't any Moon light tonight so it was almost pitch black outside. Luckily, Don had worn his black shirt that evening and would certainly blend into the darkness of the night.

He had a plan that if anyone did see him, he could run away and get back into his house before anyone had a chance to see who was peeping in on them.

Don was standing next to the window now as he gently eased his head into view and peered inside the room.

Oh my God. Don couldn't believe what he was watching! It was Connie on the bed with another man. They were laying back on their side kissing. Connie was still wearing the little black nightie but the big man had his hand inside the thong rubbing her pussy as they kissed.

God, why was she doing this to Frank? She's cheating on her husband! Not only is Connie cheating on her husband with another man but a black man!

Don's heart was beating so rapidly that he could feel his chest pounding as he continued to watch his blonde neighbor kissing her lover. Where was Frank? Why was she cheating on her husband?

The huge black man continued playing with Connie's pussy as they kissed and Don could see their tongues mingling together in a heat of passion. Don's dick was getting hard watching Connie with this black man.

He couldn't help himself right now from being excited watching his attractive blonde neighbor as she gave herself to this black man.

Don watched as Connie got up on her knee's and motioned for her lover to lie back on the pillow. Connie pulled off the tight thong the man was wearing to reveal a huge black shaft that stuck straight up at the ceiling.

He was so huge that it looked almost three times the thickness of his own dick and appeared to be at least 9" long! Connie didn't hesitate to crawl between his legs and begin sucking of the huge black shaft.

Don could see the man moaning as he laid back and watched the beautiful white house wife suck his dick.

Where was Frank tonight? How long has this been going on? Weeks? Maybe more than one guy, there were other cars here at the house. Connie was a slut! A whore! A cheating housewife slut! How terrible could she be for cheating on her husband?

Don couldn't think about that at the moment, all he could do was concentrate on watching the erotic scene taking place in the bedroom. His dick was so hard at that he wanted to take it out and stroke it while he watched them.

Connie looked like a pro as she sucked that long black shaft as her head slipped down the entire length until her nose touched the man's pubic hair. She kept deep throating the man as Don fumbled with his pants and pulled out his own dick and began stroking it as he watched his pretty neighbor.

Don had never thought that watching a white woman and a black man could be so erotic and stimulating. The contrast of their skin had much to do with it and perhaps the fact that she was a married woman played a big role as to why he was so excited.

After several minutes, the huge man lifted himself off the pillow and helped Connie take the little black nightie. Don could see her full breasts jiggle free of the thin material as it was pulled over her head.

He laid back down as she followed him and laid across the top of his body as he squeezed her ass with his big hands. They were kissing again as her little white ass wiggled in the grip of this man's huge hands.

Connie's tits were smashed against his chest as Don watched their tongues mingling in the dim candle light. The sight was incredible and Don tried to take it all in as Connie was flipped over onto her back as they continued to kiss.

The man lifted himself up enough to begin kissing his way down her neck and began licking and biting around her beautiful breasts. Connie's hands were massaging the back of his head as she watched him bit her nipples.

He kept taking each nipple between his teeth and gently stretched them out until he let them go and repeated this several times and lowered himself further until he was licking her navel.

Don could see Connie talking to the man as he starred up into her eyes and finally raised himself as she spread her legs open for the man trying to coax him to mount her.

This was almost too much to bear to watch but Don was almost paralyzed in his spot on the ground as he watched the big guy move into position to screw the blond wife below him.

Don watched as Connie arched her legs back until her knee's were touching her tits and saw the big guy move forward until the giant black shaft was posed at the entrance of her tiny white pussy.

Don watched in amazement as the big guy skillfully rocked his hips allowing the big head of his cock to slip along the crease of Connie's pussy slit.

Connie had reached down around her thigh's to help guide the huge man inside her pussy. Don watched the expression on Connie's face as she arched her head off the pillow and starred down between her legs to get a better look at the giant black cock that was about to slip inside her pussy.

Suddenly, Connie's mouth gasped open and her body sort of jerked and tightened for a few seconds as she remained still. Don knew what had just happened, the huge cock had just popped inside that tight pussy of hers and she was trying to adjust to its size right now.

Don watched as the black guy begin rocking his hips and saw Connie's feet rest on the back of the man's thigh's as he continued to work his huge shaft inside her.

This was so erotic watching his beautiful white neighbor getting screwed by this huge black man.

Don knew it was wrong. She was committing adultery at that very moment! Where was Frank? Why would she commit such an act? Don thought they were happily married!

Oh God, it felt so good stroking his dick right now that he didn't care much about that right now. Don's only concern right now was watching what was taking place in the bedroom right now.

Perhaps later he would find out more and maybe talk to Frank. Maybe he could somehow ask if they were having marital problems. This wasn't the time to think about that right now. This was too exciting to pass up and he wanted to see it to the finish.

Yes. He wanted to wait until he saw the man cum and fill her pussy with his black seed. That's right! The guy wasn't wearing a condom! He was screwing Connie bareback!

Thoughts of previous conversations with them about wanting ******** filled his mind! Was she safely taking the pill? If so, they were not always reliable! How could they explain a black baby?

Don was getting more aroused each second his mind thought about the situation and watched as the man began pounding himself hard into Connie's tight pussy.

Don could see her fingers digging into his shoulders as her ass got pounded into the moving mattress below. Her nails were leaving wilts on his back as he shoved himself into the tiny white housewife below him.

Don could hear Connie moaning through the glass now as the man continued to screw her harder. Don could see the wetness on the huge cock each time it withdrew from Connie's pussy. Don saw her legs begin to shack and listened to her scream as she had an orgasm.

Don watched as the man continued pounding into her pussy and within minutes shot his load of sperm deep inside Connie's waiting belly.

The man rocked himself a few times as he caught his breath and began pulling himself out of her tight pussy while holding onto her ankles with one hand. He was kneeling on the bed as he held Connie's ankles and starred at her gaped open pussy apparently looking at the huge load he had just deposited inside her belly.

Don watched as Connie dipped her finger inside her pussy slit as she leaned her head off the pillow.

"Oh God Felix. What have you done to me again?! I need to get this out of me right now before I become pregnant!"

Don couldn't believe what he had just heard Connie telling her lover. Apparently she wasn't on the pill because she had concerns about becoming pregnant!

Don kept stroking his cock as he watched the interracial couple on the bed. This was so hot! Better than watching a porno flick!