1 comments/ 66183 views/ 10 favorites School Slut By: realbigsid69 It was his final few months of school and he was determined to pass, although leaving his private notebook in the home economics class wasn't too clever. Mrs Dawson had found it, handing it to Ms Chapman and he was now outside of her office. Knocking, he entered. It was quiet in the school, especially with it being time for all pupils to have left. Ms Chapman was at her desk. She rose, went to the door and programmed it so she could open it from the buzzer at her desk, giving him a stocking glimpse of her strong legs again. He waited. "So, it seems I'm dealing with a pervert. A dirty little pervert. You do know I could have you expelled for what's in here?" she said, waving his notebook at him. His face fell as he remembered some of the sordid fantasies he had recorded in them. Wondering how Ms Chapman's pussy would taste, would she be amazed at his long tongue and 'unbelievable' skills as the French exchange teacher had; back in December at the school Xmas disco, the young French exchange teacher was returning to France for good. Somehow, he had managed to talk her into going into the art room with him and in the cupboard had spent half an hour on his knees pleasuring her with his mouth, while she muffled her sighs of lust. Afterwards, she thanked him and said he had the most amazing tongue and if he were ever visiting in France, to drop by so they could do it again. Having stupidly recorded it in his notebook, Ms Chapman was now the owner of some very damaging material. It was February and he needed things to go smoothly until his exams in June, before leaving school. Just then, the door knocked. "Who the hell is that? Right you, under my desk, quickly. We need to discuss this further but it's probably someone I could get rid of before I deal with you" she said. As he scooted round and hid under her desk, she buzzed the door. "Hi Karen, I'm just off. Wondered if you fancied a trip to the gym tonight" said her friend Mrs Kim Dawson. Both Karen and Kim were 37 and stunners. Ms Chapman had chestnut brown hair and the demeanour of a librarian with a simmering authoritarian edge to her. Mrs Dawson was more relaxed, a sandy blonde with the same penchant for skirts Ms Chapman had, both very proud owners of fantastic legs. "Um, afraid I have some extra stuff to take care of tonight Kim. What about Thursday?" she said. Meanwhile, her skirt had ridden up her legs when she had hurriedly sat back down, revealing the fact that she was wearing hold ups. Due the proximity of the desk, she had no choice but to part her legs in order to give him some room under there. She could feel his breath close to her crotch now and even as her friend Kim stood near her desk chatting, her legs closed a little to trap his head between them. "Oh well, can't be helped. Thursday it is then" Mrs Dawson said, smiling as she left. As the door closed, she exhaled loudly. Not moving, she could sense the nervous young man under her desk and her mind became more turned on by the second. Wheeling her chair back a little, she looked down at him. "You are a little pervert. I ask you to hide for a second and you start sniffing my crotch!" she hissed at him. "Please Ms Chapman; I would never do that to you I" he said but was cut off. "Oh, you'd never do that to me. You did it to our French teacher, although I can imagine you threw yourself on her too. But apparently not only are you a pervert, now you're saying I'm disgusting" she went on. "No Miss, you're not disgusting. I mean" he continued, but once again she cut him off. "So, on one hand, I'm not disgusting, on the other, you'd never do that to me which is clearly an indication I'm not good enough to enjoy men's talents in that area, on the other you're a panty sniffing pervert. Which is it?" she questioned him. He didn't answer and she gripped his hair as he still knelt there. "I asked you a question. Am I disgusting?" she said. "No Miss" he answered. "Okay. Do you think I'm not good enough to enjoy pleasure from a man in an intimate way like that?" she went on. "No Miss" he answered. "So, that must mean you are a panty sniffing pervert then. Are you?" she said. "If you say so Miss" he said. "I didn't say so, I asked you, by deduction, and it must mean you are a panty sniffing pervert" she went on. "Yes Miss" he agreed. "Well, say it then. Tell me what you are" she said. "I'm um, I'm a, a panty sniffing pervert Miss" he said, looking defeated. Her lust was being heightened by the fact he looked so submissive like that but he was so handsome, 18 and a stud to boot. "Well then, what do panty sniffing perverts do?" she said. "Um, they sniff panties?" he said, a little confused. Her demeanour changed somewhat and looking down at him, she almost seemed businesslike again. "Okay, I'm not the complete teacher bitch. You obviously have a problem you panty sniffing freak. I guess indulging you for a little while might make you a bit more rational then we can talk about your punishment for molesting a French teacher and expecting me to keep it from the other teachers and the authorities. You may sniff my panties while I do some admin and think of a suitable punishment for you" she said and making sure her skirt was pushed back again, she swiftly looped both her thighs over his shoulders and wheeled her chair forward again a little. Letting them settle, his face was now against her panties and it took all her willpower to remain in that position. Under the desk, he was cramped and his face was now in his teacher's crotch, separated only by her panties. Despite his fear, he was also very aroused. Ms Chapman was authoritarian and had an unbelievable pair of legs. In order to breathe, he had no choice but to inhale, causing him to indeed, sniff her panties. After 10 minutes, Karen Chapman was leaking moisture and as it ran down her slit, she pressed forward so his nose and mouth were mashing up against her. "Are you trying to taste me?" she said, pulling back just enough to glance down at him. "No Miss, honestly. Your panties are on" he said, pointing out the obvious. "Ohm so they are. So you're saying you can't taste me because my panties are on. Well, take them off then you dolt!" she chided him. Almost Cumming from excitement, she took charge of the issue, sliding them down her legs, then in one swift movement, her legs were back over his shoulders and her chair was back under the desk again. She didn't say anything but she didn't budge an inch either. Suddenly, she could wait no longer; amazed he hadn't started to lick her. With a withering glance down at him she said "Don't you ever keep me waiting - do it" and sighed a little as his tongue licked lightly against the folds of her lips. He was delicate, taking one of them into his mouth and sucking gently, before swapping over and sucking on her other lip. His tongue traced its way up to her clitoris before lapping gently but swiftly at it repeatedly. "Now, now, there's no rush" Ms Chapman chided from above him and understanding, he moved back down at a leisurely pace, finally parting dark silk, his tongue forming into a cone shape as he gently fucked her pussy with it. Karen Chapman felt fantastic. It was even more of a turn on knowing that he was being 'put in his place' by her and it was resulting in fantastic singular pleasure for her too. She could feel his mouth skilfully letting her juices slide along his tongue before attempting to swallow most of them. "Louder pervert. I want to hear the sexy sounds of your mouth on my cunt" she chastised him. When it became too repetitive, she twisted on his ear, until he changed tack. In less than half an hour, she was amazed she had avoided Cumming yet but couldn't hold back any longer. "Okay, time for your reward, up a bit pusslicker" and with that, she grabbed his ears and tightened her legs around his head. One hand came up to muffle her moans of ecstasy as his mouth attacked her clitoris, capturing it and sucking until she exploded in orgasm. He moved a little lower as her grip on him lessened slightly and dutifully licked her pussy clean of juices. Regaining some composure, she looked down at him. "Don't let any mess get on my seat, clean it all up" she said and smiled more to herself as his tongue duly cleaned her thighs of juices too. Lastly, his tongue swept over her bum cheeks, then ran up and across the bottom of her slit. He seemed to hesitate but she simply parted her thighs more and leaned back a little, exposing her arsehole to him. "Every single drop" she said and couldn't help the shiver of power she experienced as his tongue caressed her arsehole. "Inside" she said simply and languidly pulled his head closer into her as his tongue gently speared her. After a while she pushed him away. "Let's change position" she said and stood up. He came out from below her desk but hadn't stood up yet. Keeping her skirt above her waist she turned so that he was facing the back of her. "From now on, whenever we are alone, you will greet me like this. Now move forward and let me feel your tongue again. And this time, I expect it to go deeper, understand?" she said. "Yes Ms Chapman" he said obediently and fearful of keeping her waiting, he pressed his face in submission against her bum cheeks, parting them a little with his hands, while his tongue began to spear her arsehole again. His tongue was sore and his jaw ached a little but the teacher showed no sign of letting up from her use of him. "That's it, get your filthy tongue right up me arselicker" she said as he continued to rim her as she demanded. Ms Chapman was already thinking up wonderful ways in which he could spend his free periods or extra curricular time at school. And all that study time! In fact, whenever she wanted it really. If there was one thing he was going to learn from her, it would be how to please her as a fit, compliant, eager sex slave. After the episode in Ms Chapman's office he had no idea she had confided in her best friend, the home economics teacher Mrs Dawson. It was nearing the end of the school day and although he had a free period, he was early for detention in Ms Chapman's office. She had told him that she still hadn't punished him for the incident with the French exchange teacher and only obedience would get him a 'lesser sentence'. "Oh hello Dominic, what are you doing here?" said Mrs Dawson as she saw him sitting outside Ms Chapman's office. "I'm um, due for detention Miss" he said. "Oh right, well, come in here for a minute, I could do with a hand and then you can get back to waiting for Ms Chapman" she said, as her door was close by. He followed Mrs Dawson into the store cupboard at the back of her class. Once in, she turned to him. "Now, I need you to hold these ladders straight while I get a couple of these boxes down" she said. He positioned his hands on each side while Mrs Dawson was already up them. As she was due to descend, she turned around on the ladder so she was coming down facing him. Her a-line skirt was billowing and he was just about to duck his head back so it didn't go under the skirt when Mrs Dawson cried out. "Dominic, I asked you to hold the ladder. Goodness, do you want me to fall?" she said. "No Miss, I'm sorry" he said. "So you should be. Now stay perfectly still and let me get these boxes down" she reprimanded him. She did not seem to notice that her skirt was descending over his head as she went lower. Soon, his face was very close to her crotch and although he couldn't see very much, the outline of her more than attractive womanhood didn't seem to suggest any underwear. She threw the box of paper over his head and it landed on a soft patch on the floor. Then she was ascending again and he could see daylight. Once again, she descended and once again his head was under her skirt but this time his face touched her pussy. She seemed to linger there for a few seconds before ascending again and this time she came down and threw the box over again. "I'm worried I'm going to fall, just keep holding on to those ladders until I'm on the ground" she said and kept descending. He had no choice and couldn't really see, so as she came down he had no choice but to kneel. "There, that wasn't so difficult. Oh my, you little pervert. What are you doing?" she said. "Um" he attempted to move his head out from under her skirt. "Don't move. Now if I was of a wanton mind, clearly one such as yours well, there's only one reason you would brazenly stick your head up a girls skirt, eh? Now what's that reason?" she said. "Honest Miss" he started. "Shut up and just answer me. I said what's the normal reason for a boy to stick his head up a girl's skirt?" she said. "Um, to, erm, lick pussy Miss?" he ventured. "Yes. So you want to lick my pussy? Well, I'm not saying this will become a normal occurrence. If you're that desperate to lick it, well, if you're better than my husband, you can do it again, if you're not, you'll need to go off and get some practice. Now let's see if you're any good" and with that her hands descended to pull his head into her. He had no choice but to start licking. As he rose to leave, Mrs Dawson smiled at him. "Phew, that wasn't bad; I might let you do that again. Now run along, I believe you have detention young man", she said to him. He stumbled out of the cupboard and went to Ms Chapman's door, knocking. "Miss Chapman, it's me" he ventured. The door buzzed and he was let in. "Where the fuck have you been?" she hissed. "Bye Karen, have a lovely weekend" said Mrs Dawson as she headed off home. "Oh bye Kim, see you Thursday" said Ms Chapman before she turned to him again as her door closed. "Well?" she demanded. "Um Ms Chapman, Mrs Dawson needed a hand with some boxes and erm, I had to give her a hand which made me late" he stuttered. "Mrs Dawson? You're trying to blame another teacher? I can see I'm a bit too soft on you" she growled. "What do you normally do on a Friday?" she said, as it was indeed Friday. "Um nothing tonight Miss, why?" he asked. "Good. You're coming back with me. I'll let you head home later tonight and then I expect you to report to my house again at 8am sharp tomorrow morning. I'll text you instructions on how to get in and what to do" and with that she grabbed her jacket. They went to her car and were soon driving to her house. It seemed Karen didn't live that far from him and once they entered, she was pleased to see him drop to his knees and attempt to rim her. "You haven't even earned that tonight after your antics being late" she said and told him to wait in the living room while she removed her work clothes. Re-entering, she had changed into a comfortable denim mini and loose blouse. "Get me a glass of wine from the fridge. Glasses, 2nd cupboard on the right" she said. He hurried to obey and when he returned, she was standing in the middle of the plush carpet, facing the tv, with a channel changer in one hand. He handed her the glass and she looked at him, smiling a little. "Okay, lie down on the floor pervert" and once he did so, she removed what looked like a silk cord and immediately sat on his face, facing his feet. "Front and back, no talking, lots of noise from your mouth" she said and flicked on the tv. His tongue snaked out, a little tired from servicing Mrs Dawson earlier that afternoon but fearful of Ms Chapman's ire if he didn't please her. As his mouth drew circles around her pussy, she moved forward bringing her arsehole over his mouth. He attempted to spear it as she unexpectedly undid his trousers. Freeing his cock, he wasn't sure what she was up to, but it was a pleasant change. Her hands were busy and it felt like something cool was being draped around his cock and balls, when suddenly he felt a tight tug. He moaned in pain and she did it again. "Get that tongue in deeper or you'll have blue balls by the time I'm finished with you" she said, tugging a little more gently this time on the cord around his genitals. After that, she could control his valiant efforts to get his tongue deeper into her rectum simply with one tug. By the time her pussy was presented to him again, he was exhausted. She began to ride his face, slowly at first but soon she was bouncing on it, using the rope as saddle reins. "Fuck, that's it, don't you dare stop licking, uh, oh I'm cumming so fucking hard!" she screamed as her orgasm ripped through her. As it gently subsided, she slowed down until she had almost stopped moving on his face. She became aware he was licking too gently and tugged the rope again. "Get your tongue in nice and deep, you can do some of the work this time" she said. He groaned a little from the discomfort of the rope but obediently pushed slowly into her fanny, licking inside it before attempting to piston gently in and out. Karen Chapman drank some of her wine and contemplated the possibility of it being a long night - for him at least. Then she remembered the fact she had no plans on Saturday morning. She resolved to tired herself out from cumming tonight and get some sleep. It was 11pm when he got home. His face felt battered and bruised but Ms Chapman seemed to be pleased with his efforts. Just then, as advised, his phone beeped. He read the message. "Okay slut face. Tomorrow morning you will come to my house. The key will be in the water tray at the front - you will retrieve it, open up, take the stairs to my bedroom and be in position by 7am sharp. You will not wake me up a second before 7am and you will begin by greeting me the way you have been taught; I usually sleep on my front anyway. After that, I will decide when you are relieved of your duties. Don't worry, I have far more interesting things to do this weekend than spend it with you, but you will nonetheless make no plans until I have dismissed you from service for the day. Don't let me down and don't disappoint me. Ms Chapman". At 6.57am, he finally managed to get in the door. Leaving the key on the stand near the door, he crept upstairs and entered Karen Chapman's bedroom. Mercifully, the covers were strewn across the bed, making 'access' easier. He very quietly positioned himself on the bed and as his lips caressed one of her bum cheeks, a small beep indicated it was 7am. He grew bolder, thankful that she seemed to let one of her legs rest out straight which gave him just enough room. Karen was awake, but didn't see any reason he should be aware of that fact. His tongue was insistently lapping at her arsehole now and she made a mental note to gradually train him to get it up further each time he did this to her. After a good 20 minutes, she finally showed some signs of being awake, as she was too horny to feign sleep any longer. Turning away from him dislodged his tongue and as she rolled onto her back she glanced down at him. "Okay, that wasn't bad, but you'll improve with practice. Now for your reward, you know what to do" and lounged back on her pillow while his pliant tongue danced across her moist lips before dipping inside of her. Suddenly she thought of an idea. With a tight enough cock ring, she could have him hard for hours, fucking her over and over, after a great deal of tongue work obviously. It would prevent him from cumming and although at his age he would be sexually frustrated by this, the pleasure it would give her was an obvious reason to go ahead. She resolved to go shopping at some point and perhaps a tongue stud would be a good idea too, especially with the amount of oral she planned to use him for. Monday had passed mercifully without incident but after desk duty on the Tuesday under Mrs Chapman's desk, it was 2pm and he had no classes for the rest of the day. A moody Mrs Chapman was irked that she had to teach class therefore she could not punish him with detention but she had made it clear she would make up for it later in the week. He went to the canteen and was relieved to see the 2 dinner ladies were still on duty, although they were beginning to pack up. School Slut "Sorry Julia, I was at detention, um, is there any chance I could have a late lunch?" he said. "Detention eh? Up to no good I'd imagine if that's the case. Well, I was about to take the trays through. We've wiped the tables down here so you can have it in our office canteen" she said and turned away. He followed into the kitchen office and saw the other one, Kate through there too. "Oh, it's him" she said in a non-friendly tone. As he stood near the table, he couldn't help looking at their legs, especially as he'd just spent an hour with a pair of them over his shoulders. Julia turned to him, closing the door and looked at Kate. "You're the boy who liked Marie, aren't you?" she said. "Um, no, I mean, um nothing happened" he stammered, wondering if any other staff knew about what happened with the French exchange teacher. "Marie was a lovely girl and I know your sort. You're all mouth, aren't you?" said Julia. As he was about to reply, Julia crossed the room to him and Kate took a seat at the table. Julia prodded him in the chest seemingly about to accuse him of something when her phone dropped to floor. Her face came close to his as she said "You clumsy brat. Pick that up immediately" and as he scuttled under the table to get the battery and put it back in, Julia sat down too. He turned to exit but couldn't do so as both Julia and Kate blocked him. "I hear you forced yourself on Marie. Well, I don't like cocky, forceful guys. They need to be put in their place. So how about you do something nice for us? And we'll let you out. If you're really nice, you'll get that lunch you were after" she said and rolled up her skirt, swiftly discarding her knickers. "Well?" she said and smiled over at Kate as he resignedly positioned himself to kiss her thighs until his tongue was slipping inside her slit as she let out a small sigh. "I think we'll have to sit here and chill out for a bit Julia" said Kate excitedly, rolling up her own skirt and discarding her knickers too. Below, Julia's hand had a firm grip of his hair, controlling his tongue movements with subtle directions of her own. Marie had got on well with the kitchen staff and confessed over a couple of drinks how he had performed oral on her, with a little coaxing. She had added he had the potential to be amazing at it and Julia had thought about it ever since. As her orgasm approached, she managed to stifle her sighs of lust a little before her hand left his head and she nodded to Kate. Kate wasted no time in taking hold of his hair and pulling him into her own thighs as she sighed at the effect his tongue was having. It was an hour before they finally let him go, only as they had to leave for home themselves. "From now on, if you're around at lunchtime, come down here and we'll make a 'special' for you. Is that clear?" said Julia. "Yes Ma'am" he meekly replied. "Good. I can easily see what classes you have from the timetable in reception so don't muck me about" she concluded. His reward was a cold ham and salad sandwich as he left for home. It was hard enough pleasing Ms Chapman and Mrs Dawson whenever she managed to spy him but now it seemed as if he would have no respite at lunchtimes either. School Slut Alternative Ending Hello readers, Firstly, thanks for all comments on stories posted, it's great to have encouragement or any sort of comments on them. And I'm always willing to hear about any stories you'd prefer to see continue over others. The following is going back to the School Slut tale. I couldn't see much mileage in continuing with the dinner lady Kim and thought pairing the main character with his original Mistress Ms Chapman might have more cause for entertainment. Do enjoy He was 24 now and free of a controlling woman in his life, but in truth he didn't know what to do with himself. It wasn't that he hadn't enjoyed some of the activities since school but women like Marie, Ms Brady and Kim had taken him as a lover only to have an alterior motive which wasn't his enjoyment. At least Ms Chapman was honest about what she enjoyed and what she wanted him to do. Having started his own business running a wine store now, he was making good money and reasoned that the way profits were going he could leave the running of the store to his employees and be the wealthy owner who only had to show up occasionally. It was a Friday afternoon and a pleasant end of summer evening, not too warm, but not as cool as autumn would bring. He had idly contemplated closing early when he noticed a woman had come in and was browsing the Italian and French wines. Trying not to stare, he admired what he could see; well fitting business skirt short enough to sit above the woman's knees, what looked like expensive tights and black heels. This accompanied her suit jacket and she had sunglasses in her lustrous dark hair. From the back, she looked to be at least 40 and very hot. "Can I help you at all?" he asked, coming round from the counter and approaching the woman. "Well, it's just for me, but something light. It has to go with dinner then maybe a glass on it's own after" she quipped then stopped and stared at him. Dominic stared back at Ms Chapman. "Ms Chapman, um sorry I don't know your married name. How are you?" he blurted out. "Well well, Dominic. I thought you went into teaching? And it's Ms Chapman again, I'm divorced now" she explained. Dominic quickly explained he'd left the profession and was doing extremely well with his wine shop, giving a swift account of leaving France and returning to the UK but single himself. "I've heard this is the best for miles. Well, don't just stand there, help me choose a wine" she said and he immediately complied. "Okay, well I'd suggest the Marsanne. It's soft, has enough depth to compliment your dinner but will stand up on it's own right afterwards" he said smiling. "Thanks. Well, bag it up for me boy" she told him, her old authority still evident. "Um, Ms Chapman, it's great to run into you again. Perhaps I could visit you sometime, if that's okay with you of course" he said hurriedly. "Mhhmm, depends, I'm a busy woman" Ms Chapman said pointedly. Since the second she clapped eyes on him, Karen had noticed his well developed body and had already begun to get excited but although in the intervening years she'd missed his selflessness at the same time she would never let her guard drop and become an airhead overnight. She liked to get her own way and her ex-husband was dismissed as soon as it became evident he wouldn't allow her to run the rule over their marriage. At 44, she still looked to be in her 30's, with a body to testify that and the air of someone younger. "Um well, I don't mean to be forward but I'm actually free tonight" he said hastily. "Oh? Well, I guess you could come over. Be there at 8" Karen said. "8 it is. And please, the bottle's on me" he added. Karen smiled at his generosity and let him open the door for her. "See you later. And don't be late, that really wouldn't be a good idea" she said, heading out but not before handing him her mobile number and address on a piece of paper. Dominic breathed out once she was gone. He couldn't deny the arousal he'd felt when looking at the woman and to find out it was Ms Chapman was, well, unexpected but surprisingly pleasant. He decided as it was 6pm to just lock up now. He would make up for it tomorrow in sales as Saturday was always his best day. Once the decision was made, he went home, had a quick pasta, showered, changed into jeans and shirt before leaving. By almost 8 he pulled into her driveway to see it was a bungalow similar to her old house. Karen answered the door to him reasonably swiftly. "Good, you're on time. Well, come in then. Is that wine you've brought too?" she asked seeing the bottle of Chablis he clutched. "It would be rude to arrive without a bottle" he quipped, smiling. "Good, a man should always be well mannered" she responded, beckoning him in. Karen had changed and now sported some sort of summer dress. It was long, coming down almost to her ankles, disappointingly in Dominic's eyes. At first, they made small talk and Karen told him of her divorce, how she felt her husband just wasn't compatible with her needs and Dominic told her about his failure with Marie, glossing over the finer details of his time as a lecturer and explaining about a brief meet up with Kim which probably would never have worked out. "If you don't mind me asking, was it just that your husband, I mean ex husband didn't live up to his initial charm?" asked Dominic. "Well, it was more that I wanted things to be a certain way and he just wasn't the ideal candidate so rather than have 2nd best, I ended it. I wanted him to put my needs and wants first but he didn't seem to grasp that " she explained "He was a silly man for it" said Dominic quickly, earning a quizzical look from Karen. "Yes, he was. I mean, he got all prudish if I had a bit of leg showing. As if I should hide them!" she continued. "That's mad, you have amazing legs" Dominic said. "There was a time I'd have worn a mini skirt before he got all flustered at having a confident wife" Karen continued, feeling good at the compliments from the young man. "I bet you still look sensational in a mini" he declared. "Yeah? Okay, hang on and give an honest verdict!" Karen said, jumping up and leaving the room. She walked upstairs, her heart beating a little faster. This was not expected when she went for wine earlier, it was going to be an evening in with a glass or two and the telly. However, she remembered those dreamlike days at school and although they were being on their best behaviour with each other, Karen had thought about him over the years and often wished her ex husband had possessed the level of selfless giving in a man that Dominic had. The idea of wearing a mini had just made the evening more interesting and indeed it could end up on a far more initeresting note than a night in alone. Dominic sat in the lounge, nursing his glass of wine and trying to stop his own heart from beating too much faster. Ms Chapman had opened his eyes sexually and whatever else, she had always retained a special place in the back of his mind. To be here now with her had Dominic wondering although she was treating him as a fellow adult now. Putting a woman's desires first was something he had come to enjoy and he wasn't joking when referring to Ms Chapman's ex as an idiot. Upstairs, Karen found what she was looking for. It was a very comfortable skirt and highlighted her legs well. She had returned to the gym after her marriage and now sported thighs just as sexy as the ones she possessed when still a teacher at school. As she pulled on the tartan decoration skirt, she adjusted it and looked in the mirror. It was slightly flared which meant it was loose but short enough that it came to halfway up her thighs when standing, less when sitting. Pulling on a tight sweater, she regarded herself in the mirror again and smiled. Her blood was racing as she wondered what the night would bring now. An orgasm she hoped! Karen didn't regret the sex focused shenanigans they got up to a few years ago but now that she had met someone who didn't measure up and left him, she wanted a man who would treat her with the respect and attention she deserved. He would have to be a gentleman and as a lover, he would have to be utterly selfless. She wasn't assuming that sort of man was common but it was what she knew could make her happy and over the years she had thought more affectionately about Dominic, his approach becoming the standard by which she measured other men. With one last look in the mirror she was ready to go downstairs and as she did, she reflected on how it was almost fate they had met again. Just then, she returned to the living room and Dominic could feel the bulge in his jeans growing at the sight. Karen had a tartan effect skirt on now and true to her word, it was a mini, coming high up her thighs and showing off her legs. "Ms Chapman, Karen, erm if I can be honest, you look stunning. I mean, if you crossed an athlete with a supermodel, you wouldn't see a better pair of legs. Gorgeous" he stammered at the last. Karen sat back in her seat and smiled. "I knew I had good legs but that bastard wouldn't let me feel confident about them" she said. "As I said earlier, the man sounds like an idiot. He should have been at your beck and call if he was privileged to see you like this" Dominic said truthfully. "Exactly, I couldn't agree more" said Karen back and looked intently at him as she became more comfortable in her seat. "Karen, can I be honest with you?" he said. "I'd expect nothing less. Go on" she replied. "Well, when I saw you today, I wondered who the stunning woman was. Then I realised it was you and now I know you're single. And well, I'm not being very clear but I'm a lot more mature now and maybe you're looking for a man in the wrong place, I mean perhaps, well, um, you see, erm, perhaps that could be um, me" he finally said to her. Karen looked at him and watched his embarrassment rise from his honesty. She didn't speak but patted the seat beside her on the sofa. He immediately got up and crossed to sit beside her. "Now then, are you asking me out?" said Karen. "I'd love to, I mean yes" he said. "And you think I'm just going to go all giddy and say yes?" she pushed him. "Um,no I just thought I should tell you what I hope for and ask you. But perhaps over time you may see potential in us" he stammered. "Okay, maybe I'm interested. But I'm some stupid 18 year old slut, I'm all woman and I know what I want out of life. You go down this road, there's no going back, let's make that clear okay?" she warned him. "Whatever you say" he said in response, his face betraying his arousal. "Well, first off, I'm only going to date a guy who looks after himself. That means high fitness levels, good diet etc" she said to him, watching him nodding back at her. "Second, any man that dates me now would have to be the complete gentleman. Holding doors is one thing, remembering your manners at all times is a little harder" she added. "I would never forget my manners" Dominic swiftly assured her. "Third, I would have to feel as if I didn't have my decision making restricted. That means, I wear what I want when I want, I say what I want when I want, we do what I want when I want" she added further, as he nodded. "And fourth, the man in question would have to be utterly selfless. My enjoyment and pleasure would be of such importance to him that he would actually look forward to me being the sole recipient of any such enjoyment" she continued, watching him. "I can measure up" he said softly. "Can you? I'll decide that one. Because fifth, there would be nothing beyond endurance or well just anything that the man in question wouldn't do for me. I mean that, especially in the bedroom. What happened at school was simply a fun distraction from the day to day humdrum of life wasn't it? This is different. I'm not going to bullshit you, so when I say I might be demanding, I mean it. But for the right sort of man, it might be worth it" she declared. "I'm a man now. And a gentleman. And if there was anything at all I could do to make you feel happy, satisfied or just amused, I would do it" he declared solemnly. "Well, in that case, you can kiss me" she said and let his handsome face come closer until their lips met. Her arousal increased and she sighed as his lips touched her neck while his hand stroked her thigh. Dominic couldn't help but be drawn to those legs and eased himself down between them as Karen parted her thighs a bit more. As he deftly held her knickers to the side, he moved forward to take a tentative lick but was stopped by a firm hand grasping his hair. "Hang on. Whenever you do this, you are going to absolutely worship me. Not just a chance to give me an orgasm but a chance to prolong an indeterminable session of pleasure for me. I want a fit young man who will beg to kiss my arse, which I will decide if he gets to do" said Karen honestly. "I've made some mistakes but I kind of miss what happened before and I want to show you I've matured. Please let me" said Dominic and Karen regarded him cooly. "Okay, but the first lick means there's no going back" said Karen then sighed as his tongue sought her pussy. Karen smiled to herself as she felt his tongue part her velvet folds and seek purchase inside. She wasn't joking with her warning; if some guy wanted to lick her pussy, he had better be prepared to do anything to please her. Any brownie points Dominic thought he'd accrued in the past meant nothing now and he seemed to be responding well. His soft tongue trawled over her pussy lips and he paused to take them into his mouth, sucking gently. Karen gave an appreciative squeeze with her thighs and felt his tongue slip inside her. She had a feeling more than one orgasm would be needed tonight! "I can't wait to do this to you whenever you want" he breathed, before resuming tongue fucking her now wet pussy. Karen mused over that comment before deciding to answer. When he hesitated for just a second to see what her response might be Karen moved closer and with her palm open she slapped him hard across the face. "Whatever makes you think I'll even let you near me again, huh? I'll decide if and when we hook up, not you. Get that one through your head sharpish" she chided him. The fact that of course she wanted him to do this again was besides the point; he would have to learn that it would be on her terms. As he resumed tongue fucking her, she could feel his warm face where she'd slapped him and it was turning her on. Maybe an orgasm first then a long session of oral worship might help get her horniness under control. Karen was very confident a relationship was going to develop; a relationship on her terms with a young lover who would lick her from head to toe and beg just to be allowed to do it too. His head felt warm and comfortable between her sexy thighs and she was eager to make sure it was between them a lot. Idly she toyed with one of his ears while below he had begun to slurp in order to swallow her juices. "Good, at least you don't have to be told not to waste my juices" she mused then sighed as he withdrew and licked along the valley of her ass and back to her pussy. Suddenly Karen grabbed his head and pulled it up to her clitoris, yelling as she did so. "Oh yeah, that's it. Faster pussyboy, faster! Aah, I love cuming on your face" she groaned as her orgasm rose to its zenith. Karen's legs spasmed around his head and her hands tugged euphorically at his hair. Eventually, she calmed down and sighed as he dropped down to clean her arse cheeks and thighs of her juices and perspiration. Before long, he was snaking his way towards her arse and Karen relaxed even more, ready for a nice slow build up to her 2nd orgasm. By month 3, Karen was comfortable in the relationship and had arranged to meet 2 old friends for dinner; she had also ensured Dominic would make an appearance to give them a lift back to her house. The meal went well and the girls were having a good old laugh, both Sally and Ruth readily agreeing to continue the Friday night with a couple of bottles of wine at Karen's. They were also dying to see this new man she was seeing. Both women had known Karen for years and were similar ages, Sally being 40 and Ruth now 42. They had retained great looks and a healthy diet of good food, exercise and laughter ensured that continued. "Well, you'll find out soon enough; he's going to chauffeur us back to my place" said Karen smiling. "Okay. Guess we'll give you the verdict on him then" Sally laughed. Just then, Dominic arrived as they were having a coffee and approached Karen's chair. "Hi" he said, leaning to kiss her proferred cheek. As he did so, Karen leaned into his ear. "It's a bit too public for the correct cheeks" she said suggestively as Sally and Ruth gaped at the young stud Karen had waiting on her. "Girls, this is Dominic. Dominic, this is Sally and Ruth" Karen said. He took both women's hands and kissed politely, then quickly noticed Karen was ready to stand and pulled back her chair for her. "Right girls, shall we?" she said to them, standing. "And bring the car round. Hurry up" she chided him and he smiled politely at the women before backing off. "Bloody hell Karen, he's lovely. And he's practically jumping to obey your every word" said Sally obliviously. "Yeah, he's okay. He's learned it's best to keep me happy and everything else takes care of itself" she said dismissively. They exited and found Dominic waiting outside in his BMW 5 series. The women piled in and he drove to Karen's place, before quickly running round to Karen's side of the car. When she had entered, Dominic had held her door open and he did so again to allow her to leave, repeating it for her friends. They went inside and Karen let him remove her coat, before hanging it before he did the same for her friends. Then she took them through to the living room. "Glasses!" she barked at him and Dominic leapt through to the kitchen, placing 3 on a tray, accompanied by a bottle of chablis in a chiller. He returned to the ladies, all now seated comfortably, chatting and ignoring him as he filled each and handed them out before backing to the kitchen again to prepare a plate of cheese and biscuits for them. "Karen, he's perfect. And young" said Ruth enviously. "I prefer him to an older model. Hey, I've got this bell here" she said, indicating one close to her seat. "Now, 1 ring means room service, 2 means bring my slippers and massage my feet, 3 means run a bath. And so on" she said cackling merrily as her friends laughed too. "Hey Karen, so what does 4 and 5 mean? How many numbers are there?" said Ruth with amusement. "4 is, well I probably shouldn't say, but he knows what 4 is, that 's the main thing. And 5, well you promise not to laugh?" she said to them. "Hell no, we're intrigued! What's 5?" said Sally. "Well, I've been meaning to get a footstool for ages and the one I want from John Lewis doesn't come in until Xmas again. So, 5 means I want him as a footstool" said Karen grinning. "Ohmigod, really? He actually does that? What does he get out of it?" said Ruth. "Um, I've never really thought about that. Well, I mean we share a bed, so I suppose he gets me at the end of it" said Karen. "Go girl. Wow, that's some demonstration of having your cake and eating it" said Sally genuinely impressed. Karen smiled at that; if only they knew her lover was the only one that did any eating around this place! She picked up the bell and rang it once and within 2 minutes, Dominic appeared with the cheeseboard. "Here you go ladies" he said politely, before backing out again. "Hey Karen, how many times maximum do you ring the bell? I mean, what number do you go up to?" said Ruth slyly. School Slut Alternative Ending "Well, let me think. Presently, no higher than 6" said Karen nonchalantly. "Karen, you must tell us what some of the other numbers mean" said Sally, who looked riveted at the idea. "Maybe if I've had more to drink" said Karen by way of avoiding the subject. They turned to other matters, Ruth explaining she'd met a guy a few years her junior at work, not quite as much age difference as Karen and Dominic but still younger. Sally was married but the 3 of them had a lot in common over the years. They had eaten early and it was only 9.30 but already they were about to move onto the second bottle of wine. Karen rung the bell again and Dominic appeared. "Yes darling?" he asked Karen politely. "Fetch another bottle" she told him and he nodded, leaving the room. "Okay, Karen tell us some of the other numbers!" said Sally to her. "Um, well I'll tell you 6. So, 1 is room service, 2 is the feet slippers, 3 is run a bath for me, 5 is footstool and 6 is, well if I'm really horny and I just want him to bend me over the sofa then I ring 6 times" said Karen smiling. "Right girl, when we finish this bottle, you have to tell us what 4 is" said Ruth. "Okay, okay" said Karen in mock surrender. They worked their way through that bottle and Karen rang for the last one, which Dominic brought through. Once he had departed, Ruth turned to Karen's direction pointing at her. All 3 women were merry and the last bottle would ensure they rounded off the night well. It was now 11pm and the 3 of them were having a super night. "Tell us" said Ruth, Sally nodding in agreement. "Gee, I wish I'd never mentioned it now. Okay, okay. Well, you remember the rest? 1 means room service, 2 is slippers etc, 3 is bath, 5 is footstool and 6 is a good fuck" said Karen to them. "Yes, yes, you've told us this already. What does 4 mean?" said Sally. "Well, here's the thing. 4 means he comes through and gives me a long, long session of oral, sometimes all evening, or really until I want to move things upstairs or I dunno, do whatever really" said Karen. Sally and Ruth both gaped at her then smiled. "You lucky bitch" said Ruth and she meant it. "Sorry girls. I'm firmly of the mindset that you treat em mean to keep em keen and although I've never said it, he is just incredible with his mouth. I probably shouldn't say this, but he does it to me almost every night" said Karen. "Really? Wow, I just couldn't see Tom doing that" said Sally, referring to her husband. "So Karen, if it's all evening, what happens if you're too tired when you get upstairs to have sex with him" said Ruth, intrigued. "Well, here's the thing. It is quite a turn on but you're right, I don't want banged every night from him, I'd be red raw. So most nights, he just goes to town on me with his mouth then we go upstairs and if I'm still horny, he goes back down for a bit longer. Or if I have the energy, I sit on his face" Karen explained. "Well done girl" said Ruth, impressed. "Tom doesn't do it as often because I hate giving him head in return. I just don't like it" said Sally. "Me neither. Don't get me wrong, you can't beat a good tongue lashing but I prefer to avoid taking a big thing in my mouth" said Ruth. "I'm the same. But you know, after working hard all my life, I've decided I'm not going to do what I don't want to do, so I don't give him head. But the way I see it, he gets to fuck me at least twice a week, sometimes more. Now how many men can say that? And the fact I enjoy oral has no bearing on things. He gets regular sex and I get the sort of sex life I want" said Karen defensively. "That's a good point Karen; I might try that with my beau. So anyway, will you be ringing 4 times when we're gone tonight?" said Ruth smiling. "Nah. I'll probably just go upstairs and sit on his face" said Karen giggling. "Oh, I love doing that. The guy I'm seeing, we've done it a couple of times and I am so reluctant to get off once I'm up there" said Ruth supportively. "It's so hot, isn't it?" said Sally. "Say girls, when you're up there, have you ever had the guy lick your arse? Last time we did it, he did it for a while and it felt so relaxing. Like, a long enjoyable interlude before he moved back to my fanny and by then I was ready to cum" said Ruth. "Only had it a few times, but it's felt great" said Sally. "Yeah, he does that to me. I jokingly said one time he'd have to do a lot of arse kissing if he wanted in my pants that night and he dropped to his knees in the hallway and did it. But if he's going down on me, he always does that now. I mean, it's only another half inch down and if the guy's going to use his mouth on you, it would be daft to miss a bit out. What's the point of licking one part but missing out another?" said Karen. "Exactly. I mean, it's called cunnilingus and analingus, even the names are identical! I want it a lot more" said Ruth to them. "I'd feel insulted if he didn't lick me everywhere when he's giving me oral" surmised Karen. "I might start withholding sex from Tom unless he goes down on me more" said Sally, her mind made up. "Good for you Sal. I mean, look at us, we take care of ourselves, we're mature and desirable so it's about time we had our own way. I don't feel any guilt about the way things are with my man through there. Sometimes he's pleasuring away in the evening and I just sit and think that I thoroughly deserve this" said Karen righteously. "Are you able to switch off? Like, just watch the tv or something when the two of you are in here?" said Sally. "Actually, I have done a few times. Or read a magazine, that seems to keep the wolf from the door so to speak" Karen explained. "Well, he's better than your ex on many levels then" said Ruth affectionately. Karen mused over something and seemed to reach a decision. "Girls, remember when I taught at that school and I said I had that young stud who pleasured me a few times?" said Karen. "Oh yeah, he sounded wonderful" said Sally. "Well, it's the same guy! Basically, he runs a wine shop now and I ran into him there and one thing led to another. But you know, over the years I've thought about him affectionately and the fact we've met again, well it's almost fate isn't it?" said Karen. "That's almost romantic. I mean, what are the chances of meeting the same guy? You two are a great match then" said Ruth approvingly. "Thanks" Karen smiled at her. "Say, next time we meet up, I think we should all have something to show for our efforts. Like, I want my guy to be a little more like your guy and Sally, maybe you'll want Tom to become more accommodating to your needs? And Karen, how will you improve on things?" Ruth challenged. "I dunno but I'll think of something" said Karen, enjoying the challenge. "Karen, ask him to come through and call us a taxi. We can do this again soon" said Sally. "Sure thing" said Karen and rung the bell before picking up the phone and dialing a taxi to come for the girls. Both Sally and Ruth lived about 10 minutes away so it wouldn't be a long journey. Just then, Dominic appeared. "Sit down with us" said Karen, patting a seat. He immediately complied and looked at them wondering what he was summoned for. "Now then, Dominic, isn't it? Tell me, are you happy with your personal life?" said Sally. Dominic looked at Karen, not sure what to say. "They're my friends. Answer Sally" said Karen. "Yes. Yes I am" he replied. "And are you happy with your sex life?" said Ruth boldly. "Um, very much" said Dominic without hesitation. "Good, that's all" said Ruth. "Okay, you can go. Warm up the bed, I'll be up shortly. Save me a seat" said Karen. He got up and smiled at the ladies. "It was a pleasure to meet you" he said before heading off upstairs. "Right that's the taxi. Well, have fun Karen and let's catch up soon" said Ruth, rising. Karen saw them to the door and bade both goodnight, before heading upstairs. After brushing her teeth, she waltzed into her bedroom, Dominic already in the middle of the bed, his head on a large pillow. Karen stripped off, then donned her nightie before approaching the bed. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, she casually positioned herself above his face and slowly sat down until her pussy was resting on his mouth. "I'm a bit drunk so I"ll have to be really turned on before I cum" she announced, then smiled to herself as his tongue slipped inside the familiar pussy. Karen had really enjoyed her evening with the girls and as with most nights, an orgasm was the best way to approach sleep. But she mulled over what improvement she could tell the girls they'd made together. Ruth seemed up for the challenge of getting her own man to pleasure her more but Karen wasn't one to give up easily. As she felt him slowly tongue fuck her wet pussy, she resolved she would have to keep pushing the boundaries of their relationship; if nothing else it would keep him on his toes and ever eager to please her. ""What did you mean when you said um very much to the girls earlier? Why couldn't you have said something like ohmigod it's absolutely amazing?" Karen asked him. "I'm sorry Ma'am. Of course I adore you and everything about you" he said, trying to get his whole face into her cunt. "Hang on, let me turn around otherwise this is going to take forever. And we'll continue this conversation tomorrow, don't think I've forgotten" she chided him and lifting herself, she turned to face his feet, taking hold of the silk cord that hung beside the bedpost, ready to be used whenever she wanted it. Karen felt him tense as she looped the chord over his balls and around the base of his cock before yanking on it for good measure. A slightly muffled groan escaped his lips, but she pressed firmly down on his face, gasping as his tongue entered her again, before another yank on the chord brought another groan from him. Gradually, Karen began to slide back and forth on his face, his nose trailing into her arse crack before she slipped back and his tongue licked her pussy again, then repeating the move. As her movements increased in speed, she gave the odd tug, causing a sharp sensation through his balls while he pleasured her. Karen became wetter and wetter; despite the drink an orgasm wasn't far away and eventually she was bouncing up and down on his face, riding him as fast as she could while his tongue valiantly tried to keep up with her. As her orgasm mounted and she reached a plateau of serene pleasure, Karen paused and her thighs tightened around his head. He took the opportunity to suck on her clit, elliciting a noisy response. "Ah fuck, thats it, suck my clit you goddamm pussylicker. Yes, yes, yes, aah, don't you dare fucking stop, yes!!!!!!!!" she screamed as a long orgasmic wave washed over her. Dominic did the only thing he could and sucked her clit until Karen could take it no longer and slumped down a little. She sat recovering while he licked along her lips. Eventually she dismounted and slipped under the covers. "Kiss me to sleep" she said sleepily and let him lift up her nightie. He began by gently sucking her breasts, his mouth expertly capturing the nipples and nuzzling on them back and forth until she relaxed. Then he licked and kissed his way over her stomach, until he was at her pussy again. "Gently, I might nod off so just be light as a feather" Karen informed him and smiled up at the ceiling as her lover reverently kissed her cunt goodnight, before beginning to lick gently.