8 comments/ 153164 views/ 29 favorites Between Miss Benjamin's Thighs By: deepemerald Carla Benjamin watched her second graders run out of the classroom. It had been a long hot day and she was exhausted. It shouldn't be allowed to work in these conditions. She heard her colleagues making as quick an exit as they could; nobody wanted to stay in this oven a minute longer than they had to. Carla wished that she hadn't scheduled a conference with Mr and Mrs Barton this afternoon, but she hadn't foreseen this heat wave when Mrs Barton scheduled it. Carla sighed. She didn't understand why Mrs Barton couldn't come and talk to her on her own. Why did she have to have her husband with her? It wasn't like little Jimmy was in any trouble. She looked at the time and realised that she had an hour and a half to kill before the Bartons got there. Well, if she was going to be stuck here she had to get more comfortable. She unbuttoned her blouse and hung it on a coat hook. The pink camisole she wore underneath was silky with lace push-up cups for her c-cup tits. Carla was very proud of her tits, they were completely wasted in her career of course, but she loved to party and when she went out with her friends she always wore outfits with a lot of cleavage. She ran her hands over her tits and past her slim waste and onto her soft, round butt. At 5'7" she wasn't skinny, but she wasn't fat either. She exercised enough to keep her feminine shapes and she took good care of herself, always making sure that her armpits and legs were smooth and that the little blonde bush over her pussy was neatly trimmed. She settled behind her desk and started marking the work that her pupils had done. She only stopped to gather her shoulder length golden curls into a ponytail and then she continued. When she finished she still had a good twenty minutes to spare before Mr and Mrs Barton were due. She decided to go to the staff room to dab some cool water on herself in an attempt to look more professional once they got there. As she exited the staff room she ran into a man she'd never seen before. He was wearing a shirt and tie, but he'd taken off the suit jacket that went with his outfit. "Excuse me," he said as he cast an appreciative glance in the direction of Carla's tits. "Do you know where I can find Miss Benjamin, I have an appointment with her." Carla blushed. "I'm Carla Benjamin," she said, very aware of her inappropriate state of dress. "Nice to finally meet you," said the man and shook her hand. "Jimmy talks about you all the time. I'm Ted Barton." "I thought Mrs Barton was coming with you," Carla stammered as she made her way towards the classroom. "She was supposed to, but she's been working in the garden all day and she wasn't feeling too well." "I'm sorry to hear that." Carla reached for her blouse as soon as they got into the classroom but Mr Barton stopped her. "Please, don't on my account. In fact, I think I'll try to cool down a bit as well." He took off his tie and rolled up his shirtsleeves. Carla reached for her notes about Jimmy and sat down behind her desk. She discussed the little boy with his father for five minutes. "I don't see a ring on your finger," Mr Barton observed. "How come a pretty girl such as yourself hasn't been snapped up by some man?" "I'm only 24," Carla protested. "I want to experience life and have fun before I settle down." "And do you?" "Do I what?" "Do you have fun?" "Yes, I do." "What sort of fun do you have, Miss Benjamin?" "I go out with my friends, to clubs and bars." "And do you meet men?" "Yes, I do." "Do you ever let them kiss you?" "Yes." "Do you ever let them touch those luscious breasts that are driving me insane?" Carla stopped and stared at him. "Mr Barton," she gasped. "This is hardly an appropriate conversation." He moved his chair right up next to her. His thigh pressed against hers as he placed his arm around her naked shoulders. With his eyes planted firmly in the depth of her cleavage he spoke. "I can see the soft peachy colour of your nipples through the lace. All I want to do is to put them in my mouth and feel them grow hard as I suck on them." "You're a married man, Mr Barton," Carla protested as she felt herself go wet between her legs. He may be married, but he was fairly attractive and he had a strong and hard body that she wouldn't mind getting to know better. "Being married doesn't make me a eunuch," he replied. "I need a wife to have children and to be a hostess, but that doesn't mean that I don't occasionally get the taste for another pussy and right now I want you. Feel it." He took her hand and placed it on his crotch. She could feel the sizeable bulge under her hand. Acting by instinct, she started rubbing it. "Oh yeah, baby," he moaned softly in her ear as he nibbled her earlobe. "You want me too." His hand strayed down to the zip of her skirt and he undid it. He pulled her up so that she was standing, her skirt gathered in a pile around her feet. "Oh yessssssssss," he sighed as he saw her pink French briefs and lace-topped stockings. He pulled her camisole over her head and then placed his face between her tits, drinking in the smell of the perfume that she sprayed in that area every morning. Soon his lips closed in on one nipple and he started sucking and biting it, teasing it with his tongue. He soon moved across to her next breast and repeated the action there. Carla could feel her cunt juices acting like a waterfall as she held on to Mr Barton's shoulders just in case her legs gave way. Carla moaned as Mr Barton's experienced tongue teased her nipples. His hands were cupping her full tits as he sucked on them. Each time he moved his mouth between her breasts his fingers started tweaking and pulling the nipple he'd just sucked. He pulled them and bit them harder and harder and Carla could feel the flood of juices that was flowing out of her pussy. "Oh, Mr Barton," she moaned. "Fuck me! Fuck me real good." He let go of her tits and smiled at her. "Get naked!" He watched and kept stroking the sizeable erection in his pants as Carla dropped her briefs to the floor, revealing the furry triangle that was pointing him straight in the direction of her pleasure centre. She sat on her desk, spread her legs and started rolling down her stockings. He moaned at the sight of her moist, pink folds that were opening up for him like rose petals on a wet morning. When she was done she placed her hands behind her ass and leaned back, inviting him in. He opened the zipper of his pants and pulled his cock out. Carla smiled and licked her lips seductively when she saw the full scale of his fuck tool. It must be at least 9 inches long and very generous in girth. He pulled out a condom from his pocket and handed it to her. With a smile Carla ripped the packaging open and pulled out the thin rubber sheath. With expert hands she rolled it on to his rod and then leaned back again. He moved in on her, his cock pressing against her wet opening. "Are you ready to have your brains fucked out?" he smiled wickedly. "What are you waiting for?" she asked in reply. He didn't say any words, but his actions spoke as he grabbed a tight hold of her thighs and manoeuvred her legs onto his shoulders. With one hard thrust he was filling her hungry cunt and she gasped with surprise as his thick shaft took possession of her. She had to support herself by leaning on her hands and he held on tight to her thighs, keeping her cunt right where he wanted her. He slammed her furiously. They both looked down and revelled in the sight of his dark rod ravaging her feminine hole. He grinned at her as he watched her tits bouncing hard from his uncompromising fucking. Carla couldn't believe that her pupil's dad was fucking her on her desk in her classroom. The thought that the school caretaker, or anyone who'd stayed late today, could walk in on them any moment added to her excitement. Here she was, totally naked, being fucked by a man who didn't even bother to get undressed, and he was not doing anything to ensure her orgasm but she was loving every moment of it. What more, she could feel herself cumming. She knew that it was only a question of time before the constant pounding on her clit and the wonderful filling feeling of a big cock in her cunt were going to send her over the edge. "I'm gonna cum!" she panted. "Oh yeah," he groaned. "Cum like the little slut you are." Being called a slut tipped the scale. She knew she was acting like one and she loved it. Her moans got louder as she passed the point of no return. Her cunt contracted hard around his still thrusting cock and she cried out as her whole body convulsed in a delicious orgasm. Her spasms had hardly subsided when he pulled out. "Stand up and turn your back on me," he barked as he shrugged her legs off his shoulders and pulled her onto her feet. The minute she turned around he pressed her forward until her upper body was lying flat on her desk. With his foot he kicked her feet apart, opening her legs wide enough to his liking and then he slammed back into her cunt. "Oh yessssss," he sighed. "That's more like it." He pulled his balls out of his pants and they started slamming into Carla's clit. She was still recovering from her orgasm, but this new position, the raw animal fuck that she was now receiving, had her horny again within seconds. Then she felt his hands grabbing her tits. It hurt as he pulled her up against him by her nipples. His hard, uncompromising hands started kneading her sensitised mounds and each time he slammed his cock harder and deeper inside her he shoved her tits into his hard hands. The pleasure-pain combination was almost unbearable. She knew that he would make her cum again, and it wouldn't take long. "You like being fucked like this," he moaned with a satisfied smile. "You love how I'm using you like a little slut, like my own personal whore." "Yes," was all she could gasp. "You know I don't give a fuck whether you cum. You know you're just another tight cunt for me to fuck." It was humiliating to hear him speak those words. His actions had already showed it, but it was nevertheless humiliating to hear him confirm it. But she was so far gone, she didn't care if he was using her. She didn't care that he'd been so horny today that any cunt would've done. All she cared was that she managed at least one more orgasm before he came. He was now pounding her so hard and so fast she knew that he was close to cumming. She knew that she had to cum. And then, there it was. Once again her cunt squeezed hard and she cried out in pleasure as yet another orgasmic wave took hold of her body. This time it seemed that the added pressure on his cock was all that Mr Barton could take. He slammed inside her one last time. He went hard, grabbed her hips and buried his shaft deep inside her. He let out a groan of satisfaction and triumph as he shuddered while his milk pumped into the rubber membrane between the two. He pulled out and caught the condom with his fingers as his cock started shrinking. "Turn around," he commanded while tucking his tool back into his trousers and getting himself decent again. Carla turned around. Her tits were swollen from his manhandling and her pussy lips were bright pink from the pounding he'd given her. He pushed her back so that she sat on the table once more. Again he parted her legs so that he could see the full result of his fucking. He stroked her pussy, and then poured the contents of the condom on it. "I love to see my milk flowing out of the cunt I've just possessed. When I have to wear rubber, this is the second best thing. Next time you invite us to a parent teacher conference I'll make sure I come alone. You make sure you wear something sexy and that we can have some privacy. I want to fuck your cunt again!" With those words he walked out, not bothering to close the door behind him, leaving Carla smelling of sex and having to clean up her classroom. A week later it all seemed like a dream. Part of Carla wasn't sure it had actually happened. But deep down inside she knew it had. Her cunt could remember the delicious feeling of that fat cock filling her and fucking her so hard. Her own confusion over the event had meant that she hadn't had a fuck for a week. She lay awake all night, pumping herself with her vibrator, trying to recreate the wonderful feeling of Mr Barton's cock. During the lunch hour Rhoda Leighton, the principal's secretary, came up to her. "Miss Benjamin," she said, still trying to catch her breath. "I've had a call from Aimee Schuchter's mother. They've requested a conference with you with regards to Aimee's reading problems. They've asked you to be here at 5 so that they can stop by on their way home from work." Carla sighed. The parents of her pupils didn't think she had a life. They thought that they could call at a moment's notice and she'd be happy to accommodate. Well, she was a new teacher and she wanted the parents to like her. She picked up the phone and rescheduled her kickboxing class. Several hours later Carla was on her hands and knees in her classroom, preparing for the next day's art project. She'd changed into her gym clothes, skin-tight shorts and a bra top. The t-shirt she wore on top of them was lying on her desk, waiting for her to put it on just before 5. She knew that she was being childish, but she wanted to make a point to the Schuchters that she did indeed have a life outside the school. A knock on the door and the sound of the door opening startled her. She looked at the man in the door opening. "Miss Benjamin?" he asked with a smile and walked up to her. "Yes, I'm Carla Benjamin." She got off her hands and knees and shook the man's hand. "I'm Al Schuchter, I believe you were expecting me." "I thought that you and your wife were both coming." "No, she had to go and pick up the kids from the childminder. I'm here alone." "OK, if you just give me a minute to pick this stuff up... I'll show you some exercises that you can do with Aimee at home to help her with her reading." "Take as long as you like," Mr Schuchter smiled as he leaned against her desk, against the t-shirt that she was desperate to put on, but she didn't want to ask him to move. She could feel his gaze on her as she stored the art supplied in its cupboard and she had a look at him from the corner of her eye. He was not much taller than her, but he had a muscular build. There was some grey in his hair and beard, but they were both neatly trimmed. He was wearing a dark suit with a white shirt and a dark, conservative tie. He was the type of man Carla's mother wanted to see Carla settling down with before too long. She picked up a few books and walked over to Mr Schuchter. "Let's see, Mr Schuchter," Carla began. "I suggest you start reading with Aimee from these books for about half an hour every night." "Ted was right," Mr Schuchter smiled at her. "Excuse me?" "You have gorgeous tits," he stroked her erect nipple through the fabric of her top. "Any chance that you'd show them to me too?" Carla blushed. "I don't know what you're talking about." "I'm talking about how you and Ted Barton fucked right here on this desk. It can't have been very good if you've already forgotten it." The memory of the fuck sent horny tingles to Carla's cunt and she could feel herself getting wet. Mr Schuchter took advantage of her temporary silence to shove his hand inside her top and cup her tit. With his other hand squeezing her ass he pulled her towards him. "I've been wanting to fuck you since the first time I saw you. When Ted told me what a delicious cunt you have I knew that I had to have a conference with you too. So what's it to be, hon?" His lips took over Carla's lips and he pushed his tongue deep inside her, devouring her mouth. Carla didn't know what came over her. It must be the fact that she hadn't fucked for a week now. She had to have a cock and judging by the size of the hard shaft that was poking her stomach right now, Mr Schuchter was the man to give it to her. She tore herself from him. "Fuck me, Mr Schuchter," she panted as she tore her sports top over her head, liberating her full tits. She pulled her shorts off and then her g-strings. She stood before him, naked apart from her Nikes. "Fuck me real good." "Oh yeah," Mr Schuchter smiled as he threw his jacket to the side and stepped out of his pants and boxers. "What a hungry little whore you are. Suck my cock, bitch!" Carla dropped to her knees and ran her tongue along the thick 7 inches of Mr Schuchter's hard cock. She licked his balls and got a happy sigh from him. He grabbed hold of her ponytail and moved her head so that his cock was at her lips. Slowly he pushed himself into her mouth and, as she sucked, slowly penetrated her mouth all the way down to her throat so that she couldn't breathe anymore. Her throat contractions made him moan out loud. "Oh yesssssssss, suck me hard. Eat my cock like a little whore." His words turned Carla on even more. Her pussy juices were running down the insides of her thighs and she moaned with pleasure around the juicy cock in her mouth. Mr Schuchter must have been able to smell her, because he pulled her face off his cock. "How about I get to drink a little too, huh?" he smiled. He lay down on the floor. "Straddle my face, baby, and continue sucking my cock." She did as he said. With a knee on either side of his head she leaned forward again, her tits landing on his shirt as she sucked his cock back into her mouth and cupped his balls with her hands. Soon she felt the roughness of his beard against her dripping pussy and she moaned with pleasure. She'd never been eaten by a bearded man before, but so far it was proving to be very enjoyable. She could feel his tongue flicking across her engorged clit, teasing her mercilessly. She sucked him even harder in response. She felt his fingers dipping inside her wet hole, moving around as he sucked on her clit. Then he moved his wet fingers to her ass and slowly slid one inside as he started ravishing her tight hole with his tongue. He was tongue fucking her hard and finger fucking her ass. She moaned and moaned around his juicy fuck meat in her mouth. She couldn't take it much longer. Then her body twitched and her cunt squeezed tight around his tongue, showering his beard with her juices. She came in several jolts and he kept finger fucking her ass through it all, making her orgasm even more powerful. When Carla's orgasm subsided he pulled her off himself and sat up. He kissed her deeply, letting her taste her own juices. He then sucked on her tits, bit her nipples and kissed her again. "You have such a delicious cunt. Now let my cock get a taste of that juicy fuck hole of yours. Get on your hands and knees, slut." His language turned her on. She did as she was told and he kneeled behind her and she could hear him putting a condom on his shaft. He ran his cock along her slit and then he shoved himself inside her. "Oh yeah, your cunt is so tight," he panted as he buried himself deep in her hole. He grabbed hold of her tits and pulled her up against him. As he was kissing her neck, the classroom door opened and there stood Mr Barton, chuckling to himself. "I called your office and was told you'd left early for a conference with Aimee's teacher. You couldn't wait to try this slut's cunt, could you?" He laughed and high fived Mr Schuchter. "Is there any hole for me?" Without waiting he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out, stroking it as he watched Mr Schuchter fucking Carla. "Why don't you fuck her mouth?" Mr Schucter replied to his friend, not stopping his fuck rhythm as he talked. "Her throat is delicious." "Don't mind if I do," smiled Mr Barton. "Open your mouth for me, babe. I have a full pair of balls that need emptying." Between Miss Benjamin's Thighs Mr Barton pressed his semi-erect cock against Carla's lips, forcing them open. He grabbed hold of her ponytail and started fucking her mouth. "Suck me, you little slut!" Carla started sucking him and soon his cock was as big as she remembered it. Her initial shame of being treated like a piece of fuck meat by these men disappeared and she started enjoying herself. Mr Schuchter's relentless pounding into her cunt made wet and squishy sounds every time as his balls slammed into her clit. Mr Barton kept forcing her to deep throat him, panting harder and harder every time she did so. Both men were going faster and harder. Carla could feel that they didn't have far to go. Neither did she. Mr Schuchter's hands kept pulling her tits, pinching her nipples. His cock was ravaging her cunt. She loved every second of it and didn't want it to end. But it had to end. Before she knew what hit her, she let out a cry around Mr Barton's cock, her body shook violently and her cunt contracted hard around Mr Schuchter's cock. Her second orgasm of the afternoon was enough to set Mr Schuchter off. He groaned out loud as he thrust deep inside her for the last time and blew his load. Mr Barton didn't keep them waiting. With a solid hold of Carla's head he shoved his cock down her throat again and started shooting his load. She slowly pulled out and shot the last of it on her face. With the two men pulled out of her holes, Carla sank down on the floor. Mr Schuchter pulled his condom off his shaft and dripped it on her tits. "Look at her," he smiled at Mr Barton as he put his boxers and pants back on. "Covered in our cum. You can't ask for a better slut than that." "She's a wonderful cock slut," agreed Mr Barton and held the door open for his friend as they got ready to leave. He turned around and looked at Carla. "You might want to clean up before you leave. We'll see you soon, babe!" With those words the men were gone. Carla looked at her cum covered face and tits in the mirror. Her tits had huge red marks on them and she knew they were going to turn into bruises by the morning. Her pussy was just as red and it and her thighs were shining with her fuck juices. With the taste of Mr Barton's cum still on her tongue she cleaned herself and got her clothes back on. She cancelled her kickboxing class and went home, wondering again if it was all a dream. For the next two weeks Carla kept wishing for a message from Mr Schuchter and Mr Barton, but there was nothing. She was starting to think that they didn't want her cunt anymore. She picked up a few guys at nightclubs and fucked them, but they couldn't satisfy her hunger. She had a constant tingle in her cunt and she thought that everybody in her vicinity could smell her wet cunt. How could these men have such power over her cunt. Then on a Friday afternoon Mrs Leighton knocked on her classroom door and motioned for Carla to come out in the corridor. "I know this is highly irregular," she whispered to Carla. "Mr Tatchev, Luke Tatchev's father, called me and he has some concerns regarding Luke. As you know, Mrs Tatchev left the family and Luke is having problems adjusting and Mr Tatchev wants to know if there's anything he can do to help his son. He mentioned the advice you've given the Bartons and Schuchters and he was hoping that he could get the same service from you." Carla's pussy tingled. She'd seen Mr Tatchev. He was tall and good looking and she'd been immediately attracted to him. If he wanted to fuck her she didn't mind at all. "That wouldn't be a problem," she smiled at Mrs Leighton, hoping that the older woman couldn't see what was going on inside her head. "When does he wish to meet with me?" "Oh, that's the second thing," Mrs Leighton said apologetically. "Mr Tatchev manages a hotel and he can't leave it in the afternoon. He said that Luke will go to his grandmother tonight so if you wouldn't mind dropping in on your way home, he has plenty of rooms where you can talk without being disturbed." More like fuck without being disturbed, Carla thought longingly. "OK, Mrs Leighton," she smiled. "Will you call him back and make the arrangements?" Mrs Leighton looked visibly relieved that Carla had agreed to this unconventional meeting with her pupil's father. Carla returned to the classroom and couldn't help smiling. The mention of Mr Schuchter and Mr Barton must mean that the two men were also going to be there. But even if they weren't, she couldn't wait to fuck Mr Tatchev. She went over her outfit in her head. She was wearing a black turtleneck t-shirt today, with black pants that sat tight around her ass. Underneath them she had one of her sexiest black lace bras and a matching g-string. That would surely do. The last hour of the day went so slowly that Carla was convinced there was something wrong with her watch. She could feel her pussy getting increasingly wet as she thought of what lay ahead. At the sound of the bell she managed to get her pupils out in record time and then she closed up and headed straight for her car. Her legs were like jelly by the time she reached Mr Tatchev's hotel. There was a young girl in the reception. "My name is Miss Benjamin," she said. "I'm here to meet Mr Tatchev." "Oh yes," said the girl. "Mr Tatchev is in his penthouse suite, he asked you to go straight up." As Carla walked into the penthouse suite she was greeted by three men. Mr Schuchter and Mr Barton grinned at her as Mr Tatchev walked up to shake her hand. "Miss Benjamin," he smiled. "It's such a pleasure to finally have you here." "The pleasure is all mine," she replied. "I sincerely hope not," Mr Tatchev smiled back. "My friends here have told me so much about your tight little cunt, I had to try you for myself." "Be a doll and get naked so that we can see your delicious assets," Mr Barton walked up to Carla and kissed her. "We've missed having our cocks inside you, babe," Mr Schuchter continued. "Well, let's not waste any more time," said Mr Tatchev. "Do as Ted said, hon, strip!" As Carla pulled her clothes off in front of the men, they started rubbing their crotches. "I have lube and condoms here," Mr Tatchev pointed at a table. He unbuttoned his pants and let them fall off. He then stepped out of his boxers. With his cock in hand he walked up to Carla who was now naked. "Get on your knees and suck me hard, whore." Carla was immensely turned on by his command and did as she was told. It didn't take him long to grow to an impressive 9 thick inches in her mouth. He pulled her off him and slid a condom on his shaft. He lay down on the thick carpet. "Ride me, like a little slut," he commanded her. She straddled his hips and slowly sank down on his fuck meat. It was deliciously big in her tight cunt. They both moaned as he started filling her. He reached up and started kneading her tits. "Oh yeah, I can see why you guys want more of this cunt." Mr Barton walked up to Carla with his cock in hand. He'd taken his pants and shorts off as well. "Now you suck me, babe," he smiled and forced his cock across Carla's lips. She sucked him hungrily, desperate to taste his juice again. All too soon he took his cock back. "Easy does it, you hungry little thing," he laughed. "Today I have something else planned." Mr Barton walked over to the condoms and slid one onto his cock. Then he came back to where Carla and Mr Tatchev were now fucking furiously, with his cock seeking itself deeper into her cunt with every thrust. "Hold her tight, Matt," he said to Mr Tatchev who wrapped his arms around Carla and pulled her against him. Her tits crushed against his hairy chest and he kissed her deeply. For the time being his cock was just filling her cunt, not fucking her at all. Carla felt something cold against her asshole. Then there was a squirt and she could feel her anal passage filling up with lube. Mr Barton was going to fuck her ass. He was going to fuck her ass with that big cock of his while Mr Tatchev's big cock was in her cunt. That was never going to work. She wanted to protest but she couldn't break free from Mr Tatchev's kiss and his tongue in her mouth stopped her from being able to speak. With a final dollop of lube on his cock, Mr Barton started pressing his cock against Carla's puckered asshole. Slowly, but surely, the lube did its thing and soon his entire cockhead filled Carla's tight ass. She was crying with pain as he moaned with pleasure. "Relax your ass, babe," he said to her. "If you don't, this is going to be really painful for you, but still pleasurable for me." She knew that what he was saying was right and she tried her best to relax as he inched his way deeper and deeper. Soon her cunt and ass were filled to the brink, there was no more fuck space in her. Then Mr Tatchev released his grip on her upper body and started fucking her cunt again. Mr Tatchev and Mr Barton worked up a rhythm to suit their double penetration and, despite herself, Carla started enjoying it. There was something so animal about how they were using her and the pain mixed with the pleasure. Through her tears she saw Mr Schuchter coming towards her. He kneeled next to her and she opened her mouth. He laughed softly when she hungrily devoured her third cock. The air was full of wet sounds and fuck smells and Carla concentrated on sucking Mr Schuchter dry. She didn't know whose hands were kneading her tits and she didn't care. This was the most depraved sex she'd ever had and it was also the best. Carla came right then and there, but the men didn't care. They just kept fucking her and she was soon horny again. With each cock thrust she kept thinking to herself, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Her body was shining with sweat and she could tell from the grunts of the men who were fucking her that they didn't have far to go. She let herself go once more. She cried out on Mr Schuchter's cock and that was his signal to shoot his load in her mouth, in her hair, on her face and on her tits. Then Mr Tatchev released himself deep inside her cunt and before he was done, Mr Barton let out a satisfied groan and he pushed himself deep inside her ass to cum. The men pulled themselves out of Carla and Mr Schuchter manoeuvred her onto her back and held her legs wide apart. Her fuck holes were gaping wide as they emptied their condoms on her pussy and stomach. "Stay there, slut," Mr Tatchev ordered her and she didn't dare let her legs down as the men got dressed. When they sat down on the couches to finish their drinks he turned to her again. "We're done. Get dressed and get out of here." "Is there anywhere I can clean up?" Carla asked as she saw her dishevelled hair and cum covered body in a mirror. "No." Carla burned with humiliation as she got dressed, using her g-string to wipe the cum off her face and hair. As she headed for the door, Mr Barton walked up to her and handed her a plastic bag. "We're expecting you hear for another parent-teacher conference the same time next week," he said to her. "But next time, we don't care how you do it, but we won't accept any excuses, when you walk through this door, the clothes in this bag is all you'll be wearing. Is that clear?" Carla nodded as he shoved her out through the door. She could hear the men laughing as she walked off. It wasn't until she was safe at home, getting undressed to shower all that sex off her, that she dared check the contents of the bag. It didn't contain much. There was a black bra, much too small and really only a shelf to serve her tits on, not covering her nipples. Then there was a matching pair of underpants that showed off her triangular bush and had an generous cock holes to give access to both her cunt and her ass. Finally there was a pair of stilettos that were higher than anything Carla had ever walked with. Carla now knew that she wasn't the teacher anymore. She'd turned into her pupils' dads' whore. But she couldn't wait for next week.