6 comments/ 140456 views/ 35 favorites Sarah Has Another Bad Day By: 0131aj 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 humiliation. 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 humiliation 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 forced 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 humiliation. 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 forced 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 forced 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 humiliation Sarah had never experienced before. Her heart was beating so fast she thought it might burst out of her chest. The blood 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 humiliation was extreme but the feeling had been exquisite. Sarah Has Another Bad Day Ch. 02 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 forced 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 humiliation. 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 forced that thought from her head, unwilling 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 humiliation 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 humiliation 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 forced 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 Has Another Bad Day Ch. 02 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 force 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 humiliation 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 submission. "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 humiliation 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 humiliation, 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 humiliation; 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 Has Another Bad Day Ch. 03 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 mother 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 mother'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 force 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 sleeping 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 unwilling, 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. Sarah Has Another Bad Day Ch. 03 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 mother's 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 humiliation, 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 humiliation 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, unconscious 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 child, 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 disgraced 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 forced 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 humiliation 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 humiliation 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.