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Détente

By: michellefiamma



You and I take a trip to St Petersburg. It is fall there, the summer nearly over. The air is cool with a crisp "snap" to it. We spent all day wandering around the Hermitage. I am suffering from museum overload, so tonight we plan to have a good dinner, relax and soak up some of the atmosphere in Pietari's.

We sit at a small table in this warm smoky bar, our knees touching under the table. Our waitress is a young, sultry Russian girl with thick dark hair (pinned up) and a long, lithe body. She speaks english with a heavy accent and introduces herself as Natalia. 

When we ask Natalia to bring us something "traditional", a slow smile curls her generous lips and she nods, her dark eyes warming. She returns with two shot glasses full of clear liquid. She explains that this vodka is a local favorite, made just outside of the city. 

I have never done shots before, so I ask Natalia to show me how it's done. The vodka is very cold, so that it is easier to swallow, she explains earnestly. It is not allowed for her to drink while she is serving, of course. But her shift will be over in a few minutes and she will come by to see how we are doing with the shots.

You give me a big smile, pick up your glass, and down your shot in a few short swallows. I narrow my eyes. Clearly, you've some experience with this... I sip at my vodka. It has only a light, fruity flavor and is indeed very cold. But then I feel the burn in my throat! 

Natalia returns with two more glasses and then notices that mine is still half-full. With a quick look back at the bar, she squats down close to our table, picks up the glass with her long, burgandy-colored nails and tosses the vodka down with a barely noticeable lifting of her chin.

"You must not think too much." She smiles at me encouragingly, showing unusually white teeth against her olive skin and a charming gap in the front.

I pick up the new glass with an air of determination. I am going to do this. You laugh and drink your second glass without a problem. I swallow the liquid with my head tilted back and still choke a little. My eyes tear up and you are laughing loudly now. I kick you under the table but I am laughing too.

Natalia joins us; her shift is over. She brings the bottle with her. She no longer wears the bar apron and has on a black sweater with lots of pebble-sized buttons over her black jeans. She is a student at the university and is happy to practice her english when she has the opportunity. 

I have the hang of the shot-drinking now and we are steadily working our way through the bottle. Natalia's english is getting worse and we are all laughing a lot. The bar is warmer now and more crowded. Natalia has unbuttoned her sweater to reveal substantial cleavage and touches us often while she talks. 

I can see that your cheeks are a bit pink and your eyes are often drawn to Natalia's breasts. But your hand is on my leg under the table; your fingers are underneath my skirt, just above my knee. What I don't know is that Natalia's hand is on your thigh, though she has been giving you some intense eye contact. 

Your pupils are dilated and I know that you are aroused and a little drunk. I know that I am...  Fortunately, our hotel is just down the street. I suggest that we get some air. The bottle is empty. 

We make our way out of the crowded bar and into the dark night. Natalia stops outside of the door and lights up a cigarette. You push me back up against the wall and I can feel your erection... 

"Oh god... I am so hard right now," you mutter into my ear. "Our waitress is coming onto me. Can I invite her back to our room for a few hours?"

Well, that would be interesting... I find her attractive. Might be exciting to play out your fantasy of being used by two women... "Alright, darling... If you like," I say in a low voice. 

Then I look up into your eyes and pull your head down towards me. "But I'm the only one that kisses your lips..." and I do just that. Hard and hot, my body pressed against yours. We are lost in each other for a few moments... and when we pull apart, Natalia is just putting out her cigarette. She approaches us.

I pose the question. "Would you like to come back with us for a while, Natalia? Our hotel is just down the street." 

She considers for a few long moments, studying both of us. Then the smile. "Yes, good. It will be fun." 

You are thrilled and put your arms around both of us as we continue, slowly, up the street.

We have a suite and there is a small living room area. We all agree that we have had enough alcohol for the evening! I am not quite sure how to proceed after we have entered the room. For a few moments, we sit together on the couch and Natalia talks a little about her studies. 

But she notices that you are not really listening, instead your eyes are focused on the shadow between her breasts. She looks over at me and we smile at each other. While continuing to talk, she begins to unbutton her sweater...

She wears a sheer white bra underneath it, which sets off her olive skin nicely. She shrugs the sweater off her shoulders and her dark brown nipples show clearly through the fabric. I think that you are sweating now. Your cheeks are flushed. Natalia again looks over at me and I nod and smile. In one smooth movement, she straddles your lap, her breasts nearly touching your face.

"You want to touch?" she teases. She reaches behind to unfasten her bra and then those heavy breasts are free. She pulls your face into the space between them and I hear you moan as your hands reach up to touch her rapidly hardening nipples.

"Suck them..." she whispers.

You open your mouth wide and close it over her right breast, your mouth sucking and your tongue rubbing her nipple inside your mouth. This is remarkably arousing to watch and listen to the sounds that you are both making. I am sure that you are very hard now and I want to add to that experience for you...

I come behind Natalia and gently raise her ass from your lap, deftly unfastening your belt and fly and sliding your pants down to your ankles. She remains bent over you, her hands supporting herself on the back of the couch, as you continue to touch and suckle her generous breasts. 

I spread your legs and kneel down between them. I lean forward and begin to lick and suck your swollen balls... Now you are really groaning and I am feeling very wet. Natalia is panting and muttering in Russian. She is still wearing her jeans and I think that it's time we are all undressed.

I pull back and say,"Let's all get a little more naked!" Breathlessly, we abandon our previous activities and remove all of our clothing. Your cock is hugely swollen and I throw my arms around your neck and kiss you with abandon. Our mouths are sooo hot and we are kissing so deeply that it is almost as if we are swallowing each other... 

Natalia is kneeling behind you and spreads your cheeks with her hands. Her tongue licks at your back door, circling the rim in a light, teasing way... Then she moves down to your balls, stroking them with her tongue as her nails scratch gently along your inner thighs.

Your breath catches in your throat for a moment and then your moaning enters me at the point of our connection. I can feel your pre-cum leaking out against my stomach. You won't last much longer unless we slow things down...

I push you gently away and step back. Natalia sits back on her heels and you continue to stand, looking a bit dazed (probably at your good fortune). "Natalia, how do you like to be fucked? He is totally ready if you are..."

"Oh, I like it from behind but also I like to be on top... You do not want him to fuck you?" I could hear the concern in her voice. Sweet.

"I would rather he eat me... I am sooo wet."

You laugh. It is funny to hear yourself discussed in this way.

We decide that you will be completely powerless in our positioning... You lie on your back and Natalia straddles you, facing away. She sinks down onto your cock and you both sigh... feels soooo good. I straddle your face in the other direction. I am so wet that my juices are dripping onto you from inches above your mouth. 

Your tongue licks at my swollen lips lightly at first, probing gently into my folds... But Natalia has increased her pace, managing to touch herself while riding your cock. Her panting and movement has heightened our arousal. Your hands grab my ass and press my pussy harder against your mouth... I can feel your hard tongue and your teeth as you suck hard on my clit.

Ooooh god, that feels soooo good. I begin to ride your face now as you push up hard with your hips, thrusting into Natalia. Your face is covered in my juices as I pant and moan, faster and faster. I cum suddenly, sharply... pressing myself down as my body shudders above you. I lift myself up and off of you, my heart still racing. 

Natalia turns around now, facing you, and slides you back inside. Her eyes are dark, as she positions her clit so that it gets rubbed with every stroke on your body. You open your eyes to the sight of her large breasts swaying and bouncing just above your face. You open your mouth and your hands press against her back, pulling her closer to you. You smell her sweat, musky and tinged with smoke...her skin lightly salty... 

You hold yourself back from climaxing, waiting for her. You think that she is almost there... her breathy mutters in russian, the almost frantic movement... yes, yes... she gives a long, throaty cry and you hold her vibrating body against you, the sensations of her contracting pussy pushing you over the edge. Your groans are buried against her skin as you both lie there breathlessly for a long moment.

I pour water for all of us. We are flushed and sticky. After several glasses, we lie together on the bed, our bodies tangled and touching. We rest for a while. You kiss me and my fingers start stroking your balls, lightly. Your cock twitches but I don't touch it yet. I concentrate on your balls instead. Rubbing my fingers across them in a twisted dance, lifting and stroking... Your cock is stiffening and I give it some attention now. 

Natalia is lying on her side, watching us with bright eyes. "I know what will really turn him on..." she says to me. 

I look at her questioningly and she has me lie on my back next to you. She positions herself at my side and begins caressing my smooth, pale thighs with her long, elegant fingers. She bends her head to brush her lips across my skin. I am a little nervous, but I like the sensations that she is arousing. When she slides her fingers toward my inner thighs, I sigh and open my legs to her. She strokes my outer lips with her fingertips, then presses them open, revealing the shiny pink inner lips. 

You move down on the bed, already aroused by the idea. You watch as Natalia moves between my legs and motions for you to hold her hair back. Swallowing hard, you do so, gathering her thick dark hair as her head dips down and her tongue touches on my sensitive inner folds. I gasp and then settle into the sensations. She is very good at this, our Natalia... 

You watch as her tongue laps at me, alternating between horizontal rubbing of my swollen clit and long vertical licks. As I become hotter and more aroused, I begin lifting my hips slightly and she presses her tongue deep inside my pussy. You can see the cream on her tongue and feel that your cock is painfully hard. 

You drop your hold on Natalia's hair and move behind her. You lift her small, tight ass and press your face against it, licking her smooth, wet pussy back to her tight, puckered rim. I feel her moan against me. You straighten and press your cock into her hot pussy, sliding in effortlessly. Ahhhhhh..... so good. 

You grasp her hips and begin thrusting, watching Natalia's head pressing harder into my pussy on your in strokes. Natalia holds onto my hips to maintain some control and begins eating me vigorously. I am watching your face, flushed with excitement as you fuck her harder. It is incredibly arousing and I feel my orgasm reaching its zenith. I arch my back, thrusting my pussy into Natalia's face just as her tongue is inside me, screaming with release.

You pull out quickly, not wanting to cum yet. You take deep breaths, calming yourself. Natalia straightens up and looks back at you, over her shoulder. 

"You want to finish in my mouth?" she offers.

You nod wordlessly. She moves, straddling my head now. I guess she figures that it's my turn to pleasure her. As her wet pussy hovers above me, I feel a little nervous that I will not be as good at this as she is... 

You kneel before her and her lips close around your swollen head, sliding your length deep inside. You gather her hair in your hands and close your eyes...

Natalia has lowered her pussy onto my face now, but is doing most of the work herself, sliding around against my lips and tongue. Her taste is different from yours... lighter and I like the feel of her pussy on my lips. I thrust my tongue up inside of her and listen to her sudden gasp and moan. 

You watch Natalia's mouth moving up and down on you as her pussy slides around on my face, my red hair fanning out from beneath her dark thighs. Whatever I am doing to her pussy is driving her crazy, her eyes are squeezed tightly shut and you can feel her smothered cries vibrating around your cock... 

She is not focused on you at the moment and you take control, grasping her head and fucking her mouth. She begins to shake as she reaches orgasm and you hold her head still as you are almost there... yes, yes, fuck yes, harder, deeper .... she is gagging. You let out a short shout as you begin to cum... your thick hot cream filling her mouth. She pulls back, swallowing. 

We are all worn out now. Time for a shower. What a great night... :-))

Detention



“You’ll be in room 300 tonight with six students. You’ll get their names by e-mail later this afternoon,” the Vice Principal, said. 

It was Kimber’s first year of teaching, and she knew that this day would come soon. She had to monitor detention for the first time. And it was the worst kind of detention -- Friday afternoon. Not even the janitors stuck around after the last bell on Friday. 

It wasn’t really tough work – just time consuming. Time she could spend doing something else . . . anything else, she thought. She was glad that she had a couple of magazines tucked away into her attache case.

Kimber had just graduated from college the year before with a degree in education. She didn’t really want to teach. She chose the major because it was pretty easy. College was really pretty easy for her in general. Not a lot of studying, quite a bit of partying. She was a standard student. This private high school was the first to respond to her resume, the first to interview her, and the first to make her an offer. She took it, thinking that working at a private all-girls school would be pretty easy.

“Thanks, sir,” Kimber said. She walked back to her own classroom. She had one more class period to go, and it was a free period. Then she’d head over to room 300 to babysit for whatever students were dumb enough to get caught today.

After organizing her room, she sat back down at her desk and saw an e-mail from the Vice Principal pop up on the screen. The subject was “The List.” She opened the message and saw six names on the screen -- six of the most popular girls in school, in fact. Kimber didn’t have any of them in her classes, but she knew them by reputation. They were all seniors, and all on the school "spirit squad" which was their cheerleading/dance team. Kimber wondered what they did to deserve detention, but the e-mail didn’t get into that. 

Kimber walked toward room 300, and stepped into the bathroom to check herself in the mirror. She teased her auburn hair a bit. Everything looked OK, she thought. More than OK, she looked damn good, she thought again. Kimber was about five foot six inches tall, and was pretty slim – well, except for her chest. She was pretty big there – well, very big -- and unfortunately it made her look kind of fat if she wore the wrong clothes. Today she wore a small but modest gray skirt and a black shirt – tight so that people could tell where her tits ended and her flat stomach began. It was also kind of low cut allowing for a little bit of cleavage to show. She knew that the male teachers stared at her boobs all of the time, but she didn’t really care. Boys will be boys, she thought.

Kimber finally made it down to room 300 seconds before the bells rang. She walked in and saw the six girls sitting in the back row of the room. They were all very attractive, Kimber thought, and all wearing their school uniforms – short, pleated gray skirts and white button down blouses.

“I’m Miss Paige, girls, and we’ll be together for the next hour, so let’s make the best of it,” Kimber said in her semi-stern teacher voice. The girls didn’t really pay much attention.

“OK, I’ll run down the list to make sure you’re all here. When I call your name, come up and sit down where I tell you in the front two rows. Heather?”

“I’m here,” Heather huffed as she stood up and walked toward the front row. She was a little shorter than Kimber, she noticed, and a tiny bit heavier, but with very big tits – just a bit smaller than hers, maybe. She had long, black, curly hair, and a pretty face, with small round glasses which looked very nice on her. She knew that Heather was co-captain of the squad, and was also very popular. 

“Great, have a seat,” Kimber said pointing to the first chair in the front row. “What are you here for today?”

“Cut class. We all did,” Heather replied.

“I see. Cherie?”

“Yeah,” said a very attractive light brown- skinned girl with straight reddish hair. Cherie looked like she was about the same height as Heather, but pretty thin. Kimber thought maybe she was black, but couldn’t really tell.  Did black people have red hair? Maybe it was dyed. Who knows, but Cherie really looked stunning. Kind of exotic, really.  Kimber put her in the second chair of the second row, diagonal to Heather.

“Carrie?”

Without a word, a blonde girl stood up in the back row. Carrie wasn’t the most attractive girl of the bunch, but she was up against some amazing competition in this room, and she was certainly not unattractive either. She had very light skin, a perfect complexion, and was average weight. Great posture, too, Kimber noted as she walked, shoulders back, chest sticking out, head up. “Sit right here, Carrie,” Kimber motioned to front row, third seat, leaving a seat between her and Heather.

“Jenny?” 

“Right here!” a bubbly voice replied. Another blonde, Jenny was a little taller than Carrie and a lot thinner with a perfectly athletic body. She was tan, Kimber noticed, and had a huge smile on her face. 

“Great, Jenny, sit in the second row, a seat away from Cherie.”

“OK!” Jenny said.

“Brianna?”

“It’s Bree,” the tallest girl said, standing up and walking toward the front. Bree was absolutely stunning. Dark black hair like Heather’s, light alabaster skin which contrasted beautifully with her hair, and an extremely curvy figure – gigantic breasts, small waist, and a nice round butt. Kimber was jealous. Why couldn’t she have a body like that? She knew that Bree was captain of the cheering squad, and probably the most liked girl in school.

“Right in front here, Bree. And you must be Shandra,” Kimber said, looking at the black girl in the back. She was also very attractive and even though she was the same age, she looked a little older than the other girls, who were all 18 according to the sheet. She was as tall as Bree, maybe an inch shorter. “Second row, Shandra.”

“Great, now for the next hour you can read, do homework, or sit quietly -- no talking or note passing,” Kimber tried again to sound stern but reasonable. She sat at the teacher's desk in the front of the room and started reading the first of her magazines. She looked up at the girls sitting in the front two rows again. God, they’re all so cute, Kimber caught herself thinking. She looked down at Bree’s legs – she was in the front row closest to her. God, they’re so perfect and smooth, she thought again.

She heard whispers that shook her out of her trance. She looked over toward Heather, who was turning around after talking to Cherie.

“Heather, do you need something?” Kimber asked.

“Nope, I’m fine, thanks,” Heather said, smiling. The whole group laughed quietly. 

“Oh, because I’m pretty sure I said no talking, but you were talking to Cherie, so I just assumed that there was some emergency,” Kimber said, holding her ground.

“Well, there’s not,” Heather said, causing the other girls to laugh again.

These girls are used to getting their own way, Kimber thought. Well she wasn’t going to take it. Not from them. “Heather, come here, please.”

Heather groaned, walked up to the front of the room and stood next to Kimber’s desk. “Yes, Miss Paige,” she said, the smirk still on her face.

Kimber leaned in and whispered in Heather’s ear, “Look, this can be easy or hard. It’s your choice. I can make life difficult for you if you’d like.” Heather’s smirk disappeared and turned into an angry glance. “Now go sit down and shut up, please.”

Heather turned around and sat down hard in her chair, immediately writing something in her notebook.

Kimber pretended to read her magazine again, but really watched Heather out of the corner of her eye. Once Heather finished writing, Kimber heard her tear the paper out of her notebook and fold it up. She saw Heather hand it to Cherie, who read it, laughed, and handed it to Carrie in the front row. Carrie read it, smiled, and handed it back to Jenny. Jenny quickly read it, then handed it up to Bree. Bree laughed quietly, and passed it on to Shandra.

OK, busted, Kimber thought, as she got up and walked over to Shandra. All of the girls immediately looked down at their desks and Shandra slid the note under her book. Kimber leaned down and put her hands on Shandra’s desk. Shandra looked down Kimber’s shirt at her huge boobs, and then looked up at Kimber.

“Can I have that note, please?” Kimber asked.

“What note?” Shandra said, stone-faced.

“This one,” Kimber picked up Shandra’s book and held the note in her hand. “You girls must think I’m stupid. Let’s see what we have here.”

Kimber held the note up, and started to read aloud: “This bitch got bigger boobs than brains. She’ll regret callin’ me out.” Then there was a stick figure drawn on the page with giant tits and a vacant look on its face. Heather’s face reddened as she stared down at her desk. The other girls laughed. 

Kimber folded the note and put it on her desk. “Hmmm, sounded kind of like a threat to me, Heather. And you’re such a good artist! Well, since you’re all in on this I guess you’ll all pay for it. How does detention for the next week sound?”

Jenny’s smile turned into a look of concern. “No, please we have an away game in two days. We can’t miss it!”

“Oh, really? Why not?”

“Because if we miss a game then we get disqualified for the dance championships.” Bree added, also concerned, but not showing as much emotion.

“Well, you should have thought about that before you started passing notes around,” Kimber said, proud that she finally got their attention.

“You know she won’t do it. Mrs. Abbott wouldn’t let us miss it,” Heather said to the other girls, still showing defiance.

“Fine, let’s see about that,” Kimber said, calling her bluff. She didn’t even know if she had the authority to give out detention, but she had to stay firm.

Heather changed her tone at that, and said, “Fine we’ll shut up.” 

“I already warned you once, Heather. It’s too late. You just got your friends here in a heap of trouble,” she knew that they would do anything not to miss their trip, so she thought she’d play this out a little.

“Oh c’mon, please, don’t do that. What do you want from us,” Heather was nervous, Kimber could tell. The other girls were scowling at her. 

Kimber walked over to the door and pulled it closed. She locked it, and pulled the window shade down at the same time. She felt this sudden urge of superiority wash over her, and wanted to really show these girls who was boss. She also felt a feeling inside of her that she had never felt before – she was very attracted to these young women – sexually. Maybe it was the position of authority she held for the first time, she wondered. Here she was, standing in front of six 18-year old, beautiful, young women, and getting extremely turned on.

“Well, Heather, why don’t you come up to the front of the room,” Kimber said. Heather got up and walked in front of the classroom and stood next to Kimber.

“OK, now what?” Heather’s voice trembled a bit.

“So you think my boobs are bigger than my brains, eh? Well, you’re probably right, but it’s kind of funny coming from you,” Kimber said, looking down at Heather’s chest and giving her left tit a little poke. Her shirt was on pretty tight over her chest – so tight that it was straining a couple of her buttons allowing Kimber to see that Heather was wearing a white, lacy bra. 

The other girls laughed nervously. Heather’s face reddened again. “Um, sorry, I guess I got carried away. I apologize.” She folded her arms over her breasts.

“Oh, it’s too late for that, Heather. In fact, most of you have some big boobs but not a whole lot in the brain department,” Kimber said, looking at the other girls, especially Bree, who felt Kimber’s gaze and squirmed a little in her seat.

“I think you all need to come up and stand here with Heather,” Kimber demanded. The other five girls slowly stood and lined up next to Heather.

“Good, now what class is it that you girls skipped?” Kimber asked.

“Health,” Jenny offered.

“Oh, I think Ms. Jenkins is teaching anatomy in her class this week. Maybe we should make up the class right here, tonight?” Kimber suggested. 

All six girls were facing her direction, motionless. Kimber was getting very excited. She could feel herself getting moist between the legs as she looked the girls up and down. “First, let’s learn a little about how different anatomy can be. I want all of you girls to line up in order of the size of your tits.”

They all stood up, looks of mild concern on their faces with the exception of Bree, who smirked as she walked by Kimber. “Heather, organize us,” Bree said. 

“That means you’re first, Bree,” Heather said. “I know that I’m next. Then Shandra.” Bree and Shandra took their place in line, leaving a space for Heather.

Heather looked over at Cherie, Carrie, and Jenny. “Cherie, you’re next, I think. Hard to tell. Carrie sticks her tits out but I think you’re probably bigger.” 

Carrie looked angry, but stood in line next to Cherie. 

“I know, I know, I’m last,” Jenny said, her face red. She stood at the end of the line. 

Heather looked up and down the line and took her own place between Bree and Shandra. “OK, done,” she announced proudly.

Kimber could feel herself getting wet as she looked at the line of uniformed teens standing against the wall. She noted that some of them had stiff nipples, probably a little excited from the exercise. She also noted that the size of their tits correlated to the role each girl seemed to play. The two biggest chests were also captain and co-captain of the dance team. The smallest was also the most demure.

“OK, well, let’s see how you did. Let’s start at the end of the line.” She looked at Jenny, who looked back at her with a cute little smile. She reached up and touched Jenny’s breasts, first on the sides, sliding her hands along her small chest to the front. Jenny shivered, but stared down at Kimber’s hand caressing her smallish breasts.

“OK, Jenny. I’m going to guess that you’re a 32 A,” Kimber said. The rest of the line snickered. “Let’s see if I’m right.”

Kimber unbuttoned the top button on Jenny’s shirt, then the next, revealing her tiny white push up bra, pushing her smallish boobs up and together to form some unnatural but attractive cleavage. She was extremely tan, and in great shape -- not an ounce of fat on her, Kimber saw, as she continued unbuttoning. She slid the shirt off. The other girls were all looking at Jenny’s chest, and none of them made a sound.

“Hmm, she said. Turn around, Jenny.” Jenny did as she was told, and Kimber pulled the tag from the back bra strap. “Well, girls, I’m one for one so far. 32 A it is!” Kimber unfastened the bra and slid the straps down Jenny’s shoulders and arms, letting the bra fall to the floor. 

“OK, Jenny, turn around and show us what you’ve got, honey,” Kimber said hoping she didn’t sound too anxious, although it was obvious that she was.

Jenny turned and showed her tiny tits to her teacher. Kimber’s mouth dropped open slightly at the sight. They were small, but perfectly shaped, and she had very puffy areolas – almost freakishly puffy, Kimber thought, as they puffed out almost as far as her little breasts did. Her little nipples were hard on top of the puffy areolas. Kimber was thrilled, and felt her own sensitive nipples stiffen up. “Wow, Jenny, those are incredible. Good things do come in small packages, don’t they? She turned Jenny around and showed her off to her friends, who all stared at Jenny’s breasts. She saw Bree shift her legs a bit, as if rubbing them together. 

“OK, Carrie, Heather thought you just stuck your tits out to look big, so let’s see what’s going on there,” Kimber said. Carrie still looked a bit angry. Heather smirked. She could see that Heather and Carrie didn’t think very highly of each other. “I’m going to guess about a 36 B for you, Carrie.”

Carrie stood silently and stuck her chest out a bit further as Kimber felt her firm breasts, squeezing lightly. “They are full,” Kimber said to herself, feeling up the young woman. Kimber pulled Carrie’s shirt out from the waist band of her skirt – most other girls let the shirt hang, but Carrie preferred to have it tucked in. Then she started at the bottom of the shirt, unbuttoning until she got to the top button. She opened the shirt and revealed Carrie’s chest to the room. “Wow, Heather, she may stick them out, but she does have a lot to stick out. Turn around, Carrie,” Kimber commanded. Carrie did as told, and faced the wall.

Kimber pulled the Maidenform tag out from the bra and read it aloud. “36 B. I’m two for two now, girls,” she said as she unhooked the bra which immediately snapped forward. She slid the straps off of Carrie’s alabaster shoulders and let that bra fall to the ground next to Jenny’s.  “Turn around Carrie.”

Carrie turned around revealing her breasts. They stuck straight out from her chest, and both nipples were set high, pointing off center to either side. “Cute,” Kimber said, reaching up and squeezing her boobs, pushing them together, and letting them fall back to their original position. She did it three times, and then pinched her nipples, which were rock hard on top of her light pink, bumpy areolas. “I think I’d give them a B plus, Carrie – you’ll probably need a C cup before too long.” 

Carrie smiled, and looked down at Heather who was staring at Carrie’s boobs. She looked like she was in a trance. Maybe this will help improve relations, Kimber thought.

“OK, you’re next, Cherie,” Kimber moved along. She felt Cherie’s chest, and thought that they seemed heavy and that they were hanging pretty low. “Wow, you’re very loose,” Kimber said. “I’d guess about a C cup. Let’s say, 34 C.”

Kimber unbuttoned Cherie’s shirt and let it drop to the floor. Cherie was wearing a pretty plain beige bra a little lighter than her skin, and her cleavage was pretty incredible. She could see Cherie’s nipples poking through the spandex cups. Kimber ran her hand along the cups, felt the hardened nips, and gave them both a light pinch. Cherie shivered as she stared at Kimber’s large breasts, seemingly wishing she could reach up and grab them.

“Well, your clasp is in the front, so let’s see what you’ve got,” Kimber said. She unclasped the bra and let the cups fall to either side revealing Cherie’s mocha colored tits. They jiggled as they fell down after the bra was removed. She had some pretty big boobs, and they sagged a little bit. Her dark brown areolas were very large, perfect circles and her darker brown nipples stuck out about a half inch, perfectly centered.

“34 C, I’m on a roll” Kimber said as she read the bra’s tag and looked back up at Cherie. “Wow, you have such beautiful brown skin, and such smooth breasts, Cherie. What’s your secret?”

“My dad’s black, my mom’s Irish, so here I am,” Cherie said with a smile as she grabbed on to her tits and propped them up with her hands. The other girls were all staring at Cherie’s chest as well.

“You want to see what a real black chick’s tits look like?” Shandra said, knowing she was next; she started to unbutton her shirt, exposing her massive cleavage tucked into a white lacy bra. Cherie laughed and looked over her tall black friend next to her.

“You’re pretty eager, Shandra, but hold on a second,” Kimber said. "I have to make my guess, I’m three for three." She walked over and looked at Shandra’s semi-exposed chest, feeling her erect nipples through the bra cups and then reaching and pushing her tits up from underneath. 

“Wow, they’re heavy, and tucked in their pretty well, too. Hmmm,” Kimber said, stepping back and looking longer. “I’m gonna say 36 D.”

“Good guess,” Shandra said, letting the shirt fall to the floor. She reached back and unsnapped her bra, unleashing her ebony mounds, which fell out of the cups and landed on her chest. She was huge, Kimber thought, and they were beautiful. She’d never seen a black woman’s breasts before, and immediately fell in love with them. “Oh, God, Shandra . . . look at those,” Kimber stuttered.




Detention



“Yeah, they’re pretty damn awesome,” she said as she wriggled and jiggled out of her bra and handed it to Kimber. Sure enough, the tag read 36 D. 

“You may be giving Heather a run for her money, Shandra,” Bree said, looking at the black orbs from the end of the line. Heather shot her a look. They were as brown as dark chocolate, and her areolas were a little darker, almost indistinguishable from the rest of the breast. Her nipples were definitely easy to see as they stuck out from the center of her tits a good inch. 

“Yeah, and I bet Jenny can’t do this,” Shandra said as she lifted her left tit up to her mouth, grabbed on to the erect nipple with her teeth and lips, and let go of it, letting it hang from her mouth. Everyone laughed, except for Jenny who looked a little embarrassed.

“Don’t be ashamed of your bust size, Jenny, they’re beautiful, and if you can’t do that to your own breasts, I’ll let you do it to one of the other girls once we’ve seen them all,” Kimber said as she reached for Shandra’s free breast and gave it a good squeeze. “Wow, Shandra, you are one statuesque woman.”

Kimber moved down to Heather. “OK, you’re the one who started all this, let’s get a look at what’s going on in there. And I’m gonna guess from your reaction to Shandra that you wear the same size, 36 D” Kimber grabbed Heather’s shirt with two hands and pulled both sides hard enough that the shirt ripped open, buttons falling to the floor.

Heather looked shocked. “What the – what are you doing?”

Kimber laughed, pulling the shirt off of Heather’s body exposing a black bra holding in her two large white melons. “Wow, Heather, you’re packing some serious hooters in there,” Kimber was massaging Heather’s tits, soft at first, then gradually harder. “Let’s let those bitches breathe!”

Kimber pulled both straps off of Heather’s shoulders and jerked the entire bra down to her stomach. The violent motion caused Heather’s tits to bounce around, and they kept jiggling until Kimber grabbed them both and pushed them together, squeezing them at the same time.

“Ow, that’s hurts!” Heather said, back against the wall. The other girls laughed, especially Carrie, who enjoyed seeing arrogant Heather a little shocked and distressed. 

“Shut up, Heather,” Kimber said calmly, dropping Heather’s tits to their original position. “These are very nice. And it looks like I’m five for five on guessing bra sizes with one to go,” she said. She noticed that Heather had red marks from where her nails had dug slightly into the tits a second ago. Heather rubbed her tits to ease the slight pain.

“So, you ready for a sight, Miss Paige?” Bree asked.

“Let’s see, well, they’re definitely bigger than any of your girl friends, and it looks like you’re wearing a pretty heavy duty bra, so I’m going to say . . . 42 DD. I can’t imagine that they’re any smaller than that.”

Kimber reached up and unbuttoned Bree’s top button. As she made her way down, the other girls all leaned over to get a better look. Kimber noticed their attentiveness, and especially noticed Jenny who was rubbing and pinching her right nipple between her fingers. Kimber wondered if she realized what she was doing, but went back to undressing Bree, who had a white Victoria’s Secret bra on that was working overtime to keep two huge breasts under control. 

“You are huge, Bree,” Kimber said reverently as she removed the shirt and dropped it. “You’re just . . . huge.”

“Thanks,” Bree said as she turned around and faced the wall without being asked.

Kimber reached up, looked at the tag and read the 44 DD size. She unclasped Bree’s bra, and it immediately snapped toward the front. She stared as her perfect, naked back.

“OK, turn around,” Kimber said, and as Bree turned, the other girls looked in amazement. Bree’s perfect tits were sticking straight own, not sagging a bit, and pushing the bra cups out a good four inches from her chest. Bree pulled both straps off and let the huge brassiere fall to the floor revealing her massive tits for her horny little audience. “Jesus, Bree, they’re perfect,” Kimber said, reaching up and caressing them carefully.

Not only did her breasts stick straight out, her areolas were perfectly shaped, and her nipples were thick and erect. Kimber reached with her mouth and gingerly placed one of them in her mouth, licking the end of the nipple and eventually sucking it as she pinched Bree’s other nipple with her fingers. Bree closed her eyes and ran her fingers through Kimber’s hair.

Kimber backed away, and let the breast fall back into place. She walked down the line to Jenny. “Well, Jenny, there you go. Like I said before, you can pick anyone and suck on their tits. Who’s it going to be?”

“Anyone?”

“Yes, anyone, Jenny. And just to make it fun, they have to do whatever you want them to for the rest of the time we’re here.”

“Wow,” Jenny said, perking up a bit. She looked at the row of girls with their bare breasts and short little gray skirts on. She walked down the line, touching each of the girls gingerly as she passed. Then she turned around and looked at Kimber with a big smile. “OK, Miss Paige, I pick YOU!”

Kimber looked back at Jenny shocked as the girls began to laugh. “I don’t count, honey, you have to pick from your friends.” 

“Oh, no she doesn’t,” Heather interjected. “We clearly heard you say ‘anyone’ – didn’t we girls.” The six nodded in unison. 

“So, Miss Paige, why don’t you get against the wall for me, please,” Jenny said sweetly, with a hint of authority in her voice. 

Kimber’s mind raced, she knew that the tables had suddenly turned on her, and was nervous about what was going to happen next, but a little excited, too. “Be good, Jenny, I’m still your superior, and . . .”

“Shhhh,” Jenny said, gently pushing Kimber against the wall. “Let’s get a look at what YOU have in there.” She grabbed Kimber’s black shirt and pulled it out, looking down at Kimber’s cleavage. “Take a look, girls. Now how big do you think these are?” Jenny said, mimicking Kimber’s voice from earlier. The girls laughed again.

“Hmm,” Heather walked up to Kimber, her hand on her chin, looking down the shirt. “I would have to guess at least a DD, if not bigger. Of course, they’re older, so they probably sag a lot. What do you think, Bree?”

Bree looked down the shirt and looked back at Heather. “I would have to say bigger, let’s say a double E. How about 44 EE, if there is such a thing,” Bree smiled. 

Kimber laughed nervously. Jenny let the shirt go, although it was stretched out from holding it open for so long. She was confused, and wasn’t sure of what was going to happen. 

“Well, let’s see then!” Jenny said.

Jenny lifted Kimber’s shirt up over her head, revealing a large, black, bra as Jenny took the shirt and threw it on the floor. “Now, turn around, Miss Paige.”

Kimber turned and faced the wall. She felt a hand pull the tag out from her bra.

“What the hell? 44 double-G? I’ve never even heard of that!?!” she heard Heather say.

“Wow, did you have to get this specially made, Miss Paige?” Jenny asked, ripping the tag from the bra. “I think I’ll keep tag as a souvenir.”

“Uh, yeah, they’re very expensive, so please don’t rip it,” Kimber stammered. She couldn’t believe what was happening, but she didn’t know how to get out of it, or even if she wanted to get out of it.

“OK, turn back around now,” Jenny said. 

As she turned around, a flash of light went off in her face. “What’s going on? You’re taking a picture? Give me that now, or I’ll . . .”

“Or you’ll what, Miss Paige?” Heather said laughing. “You really want to lose your job?” 

Kimber knew that she was caught. Now that they had a half naked picture of her there was no way she could keep this up. Heather took a few more pictures of Kimber in her bra.

“Now, Miss Paige, you’re ours now. Reach around and slowly remove your bra, please.” Kimber did as told. Cherie documented the whole move on a digital camera and she noticed Carrie in the corner with a video camera – the video camera they used to tape their routines. She reached back, unhooked her bra slowly, and let go. Both of her huge tits came crashing out of the bra which she removed slowly. They were bigger than any of the girls had seen before, and they did sag low on her chest, but they weren’t old looking. Kimber’s pink nipples were fully erect, and pointed down toward the ground. 

“Give that to me, please. That’s my souvenir,” Heather said, smiling. Heather grabbed the bra, threw it into her back pack, and stood in front of Kimber, smiling. “OK, Miss Paige, how does this feel?” Heather grabbed Kimber’s tits and started to play with them – rubbing, squeezing, and pinching her nipples lightly. 

“Fine, I guess,” Kimber said. She was playing it down, though. She actually felt like she was going to have an orgasm right there, just from Heather playing with her breasts. Her emotions were running wild, and she didn’t know what to do, so she decided to give in to it.

“Well, how about this?” Heather said, digging her fingers into both breasts and squeezing as hard as she could. Kimber started to scream and Shandra put her hand over Kimber’s mouth. 

Heather let go and stood back, looking at the marks she left in Kimber’s breasts. “So you can dish it out but can’t take it, eh?” Heather smiled and stepped away. Cherie’s camera snapped about ten pictures of the action, including the look of shock and pain on Kimber’s face. 

“That’s enough, Heather,” Jenny said. She reached down and rubbed Kimber’s breasts in her own small hands. “These are beautiful, Miss Paige. You’re so lucky,” Jenny said, looking at her own little a-cup tits. She bent over slightly and lifted Kimber’s left tit up to her lips and kissed her nipples. Then she stuck her tongue out and started licking the breasts all over. Carrie came in for a close up with the video camera, catching all the action as Cherie snapped away some more shots. Kimber could feel a set of hands grab at her skirt, and she looked down to see Heather unzip the skirt and let it fall to the floor revealing Kimber’s black cotton bikini-cut panties. She then felt those same hands pull her panties down revealing Kimber’s closely-trimmed brown bush. 

“Very nice grooming, Miss Paige,” Bree said, stepping forward to take a better look. 

“Thanks . . .” Kimber said breathlessly. She was in a zone and only partially aware of what was going on. She was aware of her breasts being licked by two girls, Jenny had one and Bree had the other. She could feel Heather’s hands on her ass cheeks, and she could see Carrie with the video camera and Cherie taking pictures with the digital camera. Then she saw Shandra reaching over and kissing her on the lips. Kimber instinctively reached up and started fondling Shandra’s breasts as they started to French kiss. Kimber’s mind raced as she thought about the orgy she had gotten herself into. She felt a hand rub her clit and then her moist pussy lips then she felt another hand, she had no idea whose it was. She started to breathe heavily, her breasts heaved up and down. She thought she was going to explode with pleasure as she felt two hands enter her wet cunt.

“OK, stop,” she heard Bree say.

“What?” Kimber asked breathlessly.

“You have to satisfy us before we satisfy you any more,” Bree said, taking the leadership role she was accustomed to. “You need to get down on your hands and knees, Miss Paige.”

Kimber did as she was told. She got down on the floor, first on her knees, and then leaned over onto her hands. The camera followed her every move as she got down into the position, her breasts hanging so low that they almost touched the ground. Cherie took several more pictures.

“OK, we’re going to do this in the same order as before. Jenny, take off your skirt and underwear, get down on your back in front of Miss Paige and spread your legs.” Jenny stripped off the rest of her clothes and got down on her back and spread her legs in front of Kimber, who stared down as Jenny’s blonde bush and pink pussy. 

“Very good, Miss Paige, eat Jenny out until she gets an orgasm. Once you get through with all six of us, you can go,” Bree said.

Kimber lowered her head and started to lick Jenny’s soft clit, slowly at first, then, as she felt Jenny get wetter, she stuck her tongue deeper into Jenny’s pussy. She heard Jenny breathe heavily, so she stuck her tongue in as far as possible, licking the inside of her walls until Jenny tightened up, moaned with delight, and collapsed her legs to the floor.

“Next,” Bree said, looking at Carrie. Carrie handed the video camera to Jenny, took off her skirt and thong, and got down on the ground where Jenny had just been. Kimber looked up at Carrie breasts sticking up into the air, then lowered her face into Carrie’s blonde bush and probed her tongue around until Carrie came to orgasm. When she looked up she saw Jenny with the camera right down next to her breasts, which were both swaying back and forth with Kimber’s every move. Cherie had been taking close up shots of Kimber’s tongue in Carrie’s snatch.

“OK, Go for it, Cherie,” Bree said to her fellow cheerleader. Cherie handed her camera off to Carrie, and had already removed her skirt and panties when she took Carrie’s place under Kimber’s mouth. Kimber buried her face into Cherie’s reddish brown bush and dug in. Cherie got very loud; so much that Shandra sat down next to her and put her hand over her mouth. Shandra used her free hand to rub Cherie’s breasts, which caused Cherie to put her hand on Kimber’s head and push it further into her cunt. Kimber heard Cherie’s muffled screams as she came. 

“Jump in there, Shandra.” Bree said as Shandra got down on her back and spread her legs. Kimber looked at the black, curly hair and pink pussy lips, and lowered her head into Shandra. Shandra came almost right away as Kimber stuck her tongue in a far as she could. Shandra closed her legs hard on Kimber's head at first, then let go. Kimber's jaw was exhausted, but she knew that she had to hold out and finish off two more girls.

“OK, my turn,” Heather said, already naked and playing with her pussy as she watched the other girls get off. She took the position and pushed Kimber’s head into her crotch, grinding her pelvis wildly. Kimber felt someone grabbing her breasts, and then felt someone else behind her with their hands working up the back of her legs to her ass. She then felt those mysterious hands fingering her asshole. She jerked away for a second, but then stuck her tongue as far into Heather as she could, and continued to work it until she felt Heather’s body shudder and collapse to the ground. She looked up and Heather was lightly rubbing her own tits and breathing heavily. She turned around to see Shandra licking her asshole which immediately caused her to shiver with a strange feeling of delight.

“OK, Miss Paige, here’s the finale,” Bree said, slowly letting her skirt drop to the floor revealing her white thong. She removed her thong and threw it on the floor. “Get on your back, Miss Paige, and lay down flat on the floor.”

Kimber did as she was told and rolled over on her back, her tits jiggling until they fell into place on the sides of her chest. Bree stepped over Kimber, and kneeled down with her perfect ass in Kimber’s face. Then she leaned over on her hands and knees with her face above Kimber’s pussy.

“OK, Miss Paige, we’re going to do each other here,” Bree turned around and said. Jenny swooped in with the camera taking in every angle of Kimber and Bree in the 69 position. Heather wound up with the digital camera and had already taken a dozen pictures. She kept taking them with every move.

Kimber watched as Bree’s cunt lowered closer to her face. She lifted her hands up, placed them on Bree’s ass and guided her in. She opened her mouth and sucked Bree’s almost bare mound, sticking her tongue out and slowly working it into Bree’s moist pussy. Kimber felt Bree’s tongue probing her own cunt, and slowly spread her legs apart further to allow Bree more access. They both probed farther and farther with their mouths until both of them came to an explosive orgasm together.

Bree got up off of Kimber and looked down at her. “Well, things didn’t turn out as you planned, but I hope you’re not disappointed, Miss Paige,” she said, catching her breath.   

Kimber smiled and slowly got back up. She was emotionally and physically exhausted. Carrie had the video camera and continued to focus in on Kimber’s breasts. Heather took several more digital photos of Kimber, along with some photos of her friends in their seats.

Kimber reached for her clothes and noticed that her panties were gone. She remembered that someone had claimed her bra as a ‘souvenir’ and quickly decided that her panties must have come to the same end. She hurriedly put on her skirt and shirt, and ran a brush through her messed up hair. Carrie continued to film until Kimber was dressed, then shut off the camera and placed it down. Heather did the same with the digital camera.

“OK, Miss Paige. You are now officially the dance squad’s bitch,” Heather warned. “In other words, you will do whatever we say, and we’ll never get in trouble for anything again or else we’ll distribute your little porno here around the school and we’ll create a nice little web site with the hundreds of pictures we just collected. Understand?” 

Kimber nodded her head realizing that her life here at the school had drastically changed. She was now beholden to a group of six cheerleaders who were apparently smarter than she thought. She looked at the clock. Three hours had passed. 

“May I go now, girls?” Kimber asked Bree and Heather as the other girls started to get up and get dressed. 

“Yes, you can,” Bree answered this time. “But remember – as our mascot, you’re going to have to be at our routines, understand, Kimber?” Bree used her first name.

“Oh, no, I’m so sorry girls, but I have other plans,” Kimber said, picking up her purse wanting to get out.

Carrie picked up the video camera and waved it at her. 

“Right, OK, I’ll see you there,” Kimber sighed.

Kimber unlocked the door and walked out into the hall. It was dark and quiet. She knew that she would never look at the school the same way again.



Detention



It seems as though you and I have been in a bit of a dull routine lately. We both work all day, and me being a teacher my work often comes home with me. Long days of dealing with 30 fourth graders leave me drained and sometimes irritable.

One night you comment to me about how we hardly even have time to talk anymore. I agree with you, and apologize for being a bit distant. It's just that I'm so tired, and my job is very demanding at the moment. It's report card time!

You smile, and kiss me lightly, telling me not to worry. You have some ideas for spicing things up between us. I smile, and we go to sleep in each other's arms. I think nothing more of your comments.

The next day is a Friday, the thankful end of a hellacious school week. My class is typically rambunctious, in anticipation of the weekend, but the day passes normally. I'm looking forward to a relaxing weekend, now that my report cards are done.

The 3 pm dismissal bell sends the kids stampeding, and by 3:20 the halls are quiet. I sit at my desk, preparing next week's daybook, organizing papers for grading, and gathering together the report cards to drop off at the office.

At 4:30, just as I'm about ready to call it a day, you appear at the door of my classroom with a basket in hand. I smile. "What a nice surprise," I say.

"I thought you deserved a reward for working so hard lately. I thought we could celebrate the end of report card hell." With that, you put the basket on my desk and close the classroom door. With a gleam in your eye, you lock it as well.

Opening the basket, you pull out a split of champagne, two glasses, and a covered plate. Uncovering it with a flourish, you reveal chocolate-dipped strawberries and you smile when I let out a little squeal of delight. Pouring the champagne, we toast each other, gazing lovingly into each other's eyes. 

Then you pick up a strawberry and slowly bring it to my lips. I take a bite, and you eat the other half. Now it's my turn, so I feed you a strawberry, which you take in one bite, and lick my fingers as well. This small sensual contact, and the look in your eye, make my heart race.

Placing a berry between your teeth, you lean in to kiss me, each of us biting off half so our lips meet. The kiss deepens, our tongues playing, sharing the taste of strawberry and chocolate. Your arms slide around me, pulling me close, and your hands drift down to squeeze my butt.

Pressing against you, I can feel you getting hard already. Breaking contact for a moment, you quickly clear off my desk and lift me onto it. Kissing me again, your hands caress my thighs, pushing my skirt up around my hips. Your lips move down to my neck, and my ears, and you whisper "I need you. I'm going to fuck you so good." This makes my heart skip a beat, and I feel instant moisture between my thighs. I love your demanding, take-control mood, which you can tell by my responsive moan.

You continue nibbling on my neck and earlobes as your hands slide up to caress my breasts, lightly pinching my nipples through my blouse. You quickly unbutton it, practically ripping it off my body, and my bra follows an instant later. Your lips immediately find my bare breast, sucking and licking first one nipple then the other. Making them hard, working them thoroughly as I moan with pleasure. 

My hands roam over your chest, beginning to tug at your shirt, but you push them away and remove it yourself. Now I take my turn, licking and teasing your nipples, making you moan a little. But then you stop me, and you kneel in front of the desk, forcing my knees apart.

I'm wearing sheer lace panties and thigh-high stockings, which you pull down. You begin kissing my inner thighs, licking, nibbling, inching closer to the center, pushing my legs farther apart.

You reach my panties, and pull aside the cloth, letting your fingers rub the lips. You probe deeper into my moist folds, grazing my hard clit, eliciting a gasp from me. Your fingers spread me open, and your mouth closes in. Your tongue runs slowly up and down my hot slit, tasting me. Then you begin to work that pleasure button, licking and sucking, as my hips arch up to meet your mouth. I feel your finger slide into my tight wet hole, probing deeply, stroking the sweet spot inside. Now two fingers, thrusting in and out as you tongue my clit. My first orgasm comes quickly, and as you sense I'm about to cum you bury your face deep, sucking my clit hard as I clamp my legs around your head and explode with a loud moan.

You lap up my juices, telling me how sweet I taste, as you remove my panties altogether. As you stand up, I reach for you, intending to unzip your jeans, which are still on. But you push me away, determined to stay in control, and you drop your pants and briefs to free your rock hard cock. You lean back against the desk and tell me to "Suck this cock NOW." Enjoying your dominance, I drop to my knees and instantly engulf your entire shaft, making you groan with pleasure and a little gasp of surprise. I suck you slowly, fondling your balls, circling the head with my tongue. Your hips move to meet me, fucking my mouth, a little faster now. You hold my head and thrust harder into my mouth. But before you lose control, you pull me to my feet. You sit me back up on the desk, yanking my skirt up around my waist. Spreading my legs wide, your hard cock enters my dripping pussy in one fast hard thrust, both of us moaning with the pleasure of it. For a few minutes you pound me hard, leaning down to suck my nipples, and you also rub my clit with one finger as you fuck me hard and fast. 

I quickly explode in a second orgasm, soaking you with my juices. I can hardly believe you haven't cum yet!! But you have other ideas, as you pull out of my pussy and lean me over a chair. "I'm going to fuck your sweet ass, baby" you tell me, and I moan in anticipation of that gorgeous cock in my tight hole.

You rub my pussy juices all over, lubing me up, slowly sliding one finger, then two, into my ass. Now your cock presses against it, slowly, gently pushing in. That hot rod is so wet from my pussy that it goes in easily. You bury it all the way, groaning and savoring the tightness of it. You begin thrusting in and out slowly, then faster, faster. I can hear you panting, moaning. 

I love the feeling of your cock in my ass. Very soon I feel you tighten up, and with a loud groan you give a final hard shove and explode, filling my ass with your hot cum.

Catching your breath, you wrap your arms around me and kiss the back of my neck. "God, that felt GREAT!" you tell me. "Yes it did!" I say with a smile. "Gives a whole new meaning to being kept after school!"

With a kiss and a hug, we quickly clean up and walk hand in hand out of the building. 



Detention



You are in detention in the school library. You just turned eighteen and you hate school. Your assignment is dull and your attention drifts. You eye the bookshelves, scanning the titles for something interesting. You pick out a big old art book with pictures. As you bring it from the shelf, something slips from within the bindings. A sheaf of glossy pages hit the floor. Scrambling to pick them up, something turns in the pit of your stomach as your brain begins to process the brief flash of imagery before you. Skin, a woman's glossy red lips, fishnet webbing, a man's broad back. It's pornography. You feel panic stricken. The blood is pumping in your head and ears. You wedge the illicit pages back into the art book and return to your desk. There is nobody else there but you. You long to take another peek at the pages. Butterflies swoop and soar. You are hardly breathing as you reopen the book. Your mouth dries and you stare, transfixed as your trembling fingers turn the shiny pages. 

On the first page, there are 4 photo panels like a cartoon strip. The first image is of a woman, a ridiculous caricature of glamour. Impossibly high hair, impossibly red lips pouting. Two enormous breasts jutting out of a rhinestone bodice, big brown nipples glistening and erect. You feel a twitch in your panties and you shuffle in your chair uncomfortably. The woman in the picture has her hand out in front of her. She has long claw like finger nails and many flashy rings. You can hardly register any of it. Your attention is riveted on the enormous red root of cock that is grasped within her gaudy fist. The swollen head erupts from her grip. Shiny, taught and wet. The woman eyes the huge prick with total lust. You begin to feel your gusset moistening as you drink in the scene. You turn your attention to the next panel. You let out a reflexive little moan as you take it in. 

The same woman, almost the same pose only this time the big dick is gone. Or rather not visible for the most part as it is being stuffed almost to the hilt down the glamour girl's throat. You can see the bulge in her cheek as the bloated cock head distends it. Her eyes are closed but you see the tear tracks on her cheeks. Your pussy is flowing freely and your nipples tingle under your T-shirt. Almost subconsciously you allow your hand to wander up your thigh. Your little skirt rides up as you sneak two delicate fingers under the gusset of your now saturated panties. The heat radiates from your weeping pussy, as you find your clit and nudge it a little. On panel three Glamour girl is bent double. Now you see the man. Brawny, buzz cut. Big hands cupping her ass cheeks as he impales her with his prick. Stuck in her from behind like a dog. You frantically strum your clit as you examine the picture with full attention. Too absorbed to register the tell tale squeak of the library door.

"What do you think you are doing?" 

My voice growls behind you. You practically fly out of the chair in shock. Spazzing out, you knock the book flying and for the second time the porno pages scatter across the floor. You make to rise. My strong hand bears down on you shoulder. You are pinned to the chair.

"Don't move...What's going on here?" 

I reach down and pick up the pages. Instantly recognizing it for what it is. My mind is racing nearly as fast as yours is. My grip remains on your shoulder. Firm and steady, slightly squeezing. I am about to do something I really shouldn't do. My pulse quickens. 

"Have you been a bad girl?" 

My tone is vaguely sarcastic and generally nasty.

"You've been looking at nasty pictures and masturbating. Unbelievable. Where did you get this filth, you nasty little girl?"

I don't give you a chance to respond. Now there is menace in my voice. 

"I think you have. I think you have been looking at pictures of cocks and pussies and assholes and touching yourself." 

I emphasize the words; cocks, pussies and assholes, for effect. It seems to work.

You looking wildly back at me. Blue eyes wide. Breath shallow. You stammer.

"No...No...it's not mine...I, err..." 

"Don't lie. You are in deep trouble as it is. I know what you have been doing. And I'll bet your exam result there's evidence in your panties to prove it."

I turn the screw.

"Stand up and bend over. I'm going to inspect your panties. If there is a wet spot it's all over isn't it? I said, isn't it?!"

You nod your head meekly. You still hold my gaze but your wide eyes have changed. There in the deep blue, almost imperceptible, a little fleck of burning orange glints out at me.

You stand and bend. You shiver as I raise the hem of your short skirt exposing your panty clad ass. I see the wet spot immediately but I want this scene to play out. It is now one hundred percent sexual and we both know it. 

You are hardly breathing as I move my fingers to your crotch. I cup my hand over your little school girl pussy and feel its heat. Little wisps of hair peep out from your panty elastic. I start to finger your pussy. 

"You're a bad girl. Soaking wet and nasty. I think you know you need to be punished."

You know what's coming. The anticipation is thick. At last I raise my hand and let it fall against your hot little ass. Spanking you.

"You horny little slut." I drawl. "You need to be taught a lesson."

My hand alternates between stinging slaps on your ass and rudely fingering your hot little snatch. I dip my thumb in your asshole and you gasp. I feel like I'm in some sort of heightened state. Super alert, in the moment and very, very turned on. Your head is buried in your arms. I'm not sure if you are crying. 

I grasp the back of your head firmly in my big hand and twist it up and around, forcing you to look at me. With my other hand I grab the big bulge in my pants and thrust it toward you. 

"Now look what you've done. You whore. You've given teacher a big fucking boner."

I sound like a pantomime villain. I'm laying it on thick. For a brief second I worry one of us might burst out laughing. Then I remember that as far as you are concerned this is anything but funny. You must be terrified, outraged, humiliated. Yet your pussy continues it's flush. And the fleck of orange glows hot.

I take your hand and force you to touch my thrusting hard-on, so obscenely visible through my slacks. You feel it pulsing in its confinement. It feels big and very alive. 

"You little tease. Look at this big dick. See how hard you made it? I know you want to see it properly. Don't you, slut?"

This is now going all the way. You can only nod slowly.

I grab a fistful of your hair and pull you to your knees in front of me.

"Yeah, I've been keeping my eye on you. You are such a pretty girl. And such a nasty little tease!"

I've dropped the stage voice and am talking more like myself. Yet I keep it intense and a little cold. 

"I see the way you treat the boys. Leading them on in your mini skirt. Those tight little tops barely cover those tits. Fucking nice tits too. Let me see them. Show me them now."

It's an order.

You are on automatic now. You lift your T-shirt. Your breasts are too big for your bra. They threaten to spill over and your already hard nipples are very obvious. There is a small shiver across your skin. Little goose bumps.

"Show me your tits. C'mon, squeeze them. Let me see how sexy you are. Ooh...you're so big...mmmm. Let me see"

I reach over and take your breasts in my hands. Kneading them through your bra. Twisting my wrists to thumb at your big nipples tweaking them through the silk.

Squeezing your boobs together and lifting them to my face. You feel the course graze of my chin first. Then I descend on your tits. Roughly freeing them from the bra, I suck your nipples into my mouth. Hungrily feeding on your soft, sweet skin. Your nipples are big and hard and I nip and pinch them with my lips. All the time my big hands massage your full breasts. At some point, your small hand drifts back to my crotch. Brushing against my bulge. 

"I think you're ready for cock." I murmur thickly.

I rise and loosen my belt. Standing tall above you, I quickly unbutton my pants and allow them to drop. Your eyes widen visibly as you catch your first glimpse of my prick as it bobs awkwardly in the trap of my briefs. Its length and strength have muscled out the fabric, stretching it into a strange, rude tent. 

"You like what you see? It's a present for you. A nice big, hard dick for you to play with. I know you are going to like it. Why don't you unwrap your present? Here, take it."

I steer your hand to my cock. You try to cover it or cup it but it's too big. You feel its heat against your palm. You gently peel back the waistband of my briefs. My big cock springs from its cage, almost slapping you in the eye. The big bulbous crown twitches menacingly in front of you.

"There you go. Don't be afraid. Touch it."

Your beautiful strange eyes flare and I'm not seeing any fear only hunger. You wrap your little hand around it and only cover a fraction. It feels so hot and powerful like an engine or a boiler. It fizzes and strains beneath your little fingers.

"That's it baby. Stroke the dick. Mmm...rub nice and hard. Use both hands."

I'm urging you on.

You start to jack me off. My big, heavy dick in your fist. My balls like two little peaches bobbling beneath. My throbbing cock-head rearing angrily in your face. A large, clear, pearl of pre-cum seeps from the tip. 

"Go on, lick it...use your tongue on it...a girl needs to learn this...it's a talent that can take you far...Now suck my cock, bitch."

It's a snarl now.

Your tongue snakes from your mouth swabbing across the tip on my dick. Gingerly at first, you use your tongue to lap around the velvety-steele head.

"That's it...lick it...don't be afraid...lick it like a lollipop...suck at the head...take it in your mouth....that's it girl...open wide....that's it now suck...suck it all."

Now I'm teaching. It's very ironic. I can dwell on that in hell.

I roughly push my big erection past your lips and thrust it to the back of your throat. You feel it twitch and pulse against the roof of your mouth. A musky smell fills your nostrils. Your jaw is stretched ridiculously as I cram more cock down your hot sucking throat. You gag but instinctively relax and I ease my full length all the way down. My cum-filled balls mash against your chin. You can hardly breathe as I start to thrust. You have to time your breath just so. I fuck your face. Grabbing your hair and holding your in down as I use you. I pull it out. All syrupy and wet. I slap your face with my big erection. Teasing you with my cock. 

"You like that don't you, darling? You like a big hard cock to suck...you have natural talent...such a sweet, hot mouth...and you love it, don't you? Don't you, baby?"

You pull back from my grip and look up at me. Your pretty, bedraggled face splits into a broad grin. Your eyes like fireworks.

I push my dick back in. This time I relax and let you have full control. You lick and suck and swallow my pulsing cock. Forcing it deep in your throat and bobbing viciously. You pause to lick and suck my balls. They tighten under your tongue. 

"You're too good, baby....you'll make me blow...and I don't want to."

I pull my cock from your lips and push you back turning you and bending you. I pull the panties free from the crack of your ass and bury my tongue deep in your hot wet pussy - tongue fucking you from behind. I love your taste. Your pussy is a deluge as I thrust my tongue as far as I can inside. Fucking you with my face, inhaling you in my craving. I withdraw and refocus on your clit, nailing it repeatedly with my greedy lapping. I grasp your ass spreading it wide, skewering your little pink asshole with my battering tongue. I spank your ass repeatedly. Teasing, stinging little slaps that ripple your ass and send a little spark through your tummy. Your pale skin is beginning to redden and blush. Your breathing is ragged. A powerful one is building deep inside. You feel helpless, bent over the desk, your tits hanging free and your naked ass and cunt spread and vulnerable. I mock you with my fingers and tongue. Tantalizing your flesh. I slide two fingers in your pussy. It's creamy and hot. I start to finger fuck you as I lean over and lash your clit with my tongue. You are moaning loudly and your cunt is in spasm. I ease a third finger into your ass. I fuck you with one hand and spank your ass with the other. All the time I'm whispering all kinds of filthy shit in your ear in a slightly horse voice. 

"Your ass is so tight and your cunt is soaking you naughty little girl. I can feel you cumming...are you going to have a nice orgasm for me? I think you will if I do this! Yeah...you like that...I can feel you gripping me, you nasty little cock-tease"

You are ready.

I stop. I turn you over and move between your thighs. I take your ankles and push them back till they are almost by your ears. Your pussy is at my mercy. I take my cock in my hand and stroke it with slow deliberate strokes. I smear the pre-cum from my cock-head all over my rigid shaft. The cock glistens and lurches. I bring it firmly under control by slapping it down hard against your naked little clit. I nudge at it and agitate it with my swollen prick. Smearing your cream all around. Getting you all hot and wet and gooey and ready to be fucked. I move in for the kill. Positioning my pulsing cock at the entrance to you pussy, I ease forward. You gasp as I spread you wide with my cock. I push a little more and the head disappears. There is no resistance but it is very tight. I gently start to rock. Easing my cock into you inch by inch. I am aware of a low guttural moan. Its you. I continue to push. My big prick fills you completely. Stretching you out forcing its way up to your belly. It feels amazing. Your pussy is at full flood. Your nipples feel electric. I start to fuck you. I'm gentle at first. Moving slowly and smoothly I start to pump your cunt. I savor the exquisite grip of your hot, sucking snatch. Tears are streaming down your cheeks but I know from your expression the last thing you want is for me to stop. You wrap your legs around my hips and draw me in to your limit. My fucking becomes more powerful. You moan and cum. I feel something cramp up deep inside you, choking around my cock. 

You wail and dig your heels in. Your fingers clench down on my forearm, nail deep. Your orgasm rocks through your entire body and back once, twice, maybe seven times. I spear you with dick. Fucking you at full force now. Jamming my cock in you over and over. Your orgasm never really subsides and my fucking just takes you from one screamer to the next. I can hardly hold out. Your pussy feels so hot and tight. I turn you over and fuck you doggie-style. I love to see your back arching as you raise your ass to meet my thrusts. I reach around and squeeze your tits, pinching at the nipples and pushing them together and up. I push your head down between your legs. You can see my big dick as it rams into you over and over. It looks so sexy. You reach back and finger your clit as I fuck you. Skin on skin. My hot breath on your neck. You bent in half taking my big cock deep. Mrs Pierce standing behind us. 

Mrs Pierce?!

The early forties and devastatingly attractive (in the classic ice maiden way) math mistress who'd been ruling school with an iron rod forever is standing by the door.

"Busted." I say.

"Truly," says she.

"It's not so bad. Not what it looks like." I say.

"It's the end of your career." says she. Her voice is even, business-like and very matter-of-fact. As if she was about to confiscate a slingshot.

You start to cry. I tell you to put your clothes on.

"Not so fast," cracks Mrs Pierce.

We are both startled when she says,

"Your lives are in my hands. I have been watching from the door for some time now." 

Turning to look at me. 

"What you did was disgusting. Taking advantage that way. Your ass is mine. And so you will do as I say. Now fuck her some more. I got a bit excited watching your filthy performance and need a little release before I call the principle and turn you in."

The filthy bitch hoists her skirt and digs her hand in her panties angrily finger fucking herself. 

"Do as I tell you or I will call the cops too," she adds, coolly.

There is nothing I can do. I move toward you. My erection is still massive. 

"Put me on my knees again," you say quietly. 

I rub the head of my dick up and down the crack of your ass, lubing it in the sweat and cream then push it back into you. 

"Fuck her hard...she's just a filthy little slut and you are just meat...Cram that big fucking cock in her." Mrs Pierce barks as she frantically struggles in her drawers.

She moves to you and grabs your hair thrusting her hips against your face. Grinding. Suffocating you in her crotch.

"You like pussy? Like a little snatch? You nasty girl! Look at you being fucked by that monstrous penis."

She pulls her panties aside and forces you to eat her cunt. 

"Lick it you little bitch. Lick my horny cunt. I like watching you take cock and now you have to learn a second talent. Go on stick your tongue right up there. You are quite pretty for a teenage whore"

Your head is spinning as you are forced to face fuck the sexy dreadful bitch. Her cunt is sticky and smells perfumed. You have trouble breathing. I am lost in your pussy, fucking you. You start to struggle as you fight for breath under the smothering pussy. You can't tell where the orgasm ends and the panic begin. I snap out of my sex funk and realize you are having a problem. 

"Stop! Enough!" 

"Shut up and fuck her...she's doing just fine."

"I said stop." 

I not going to fuck about now. I push her back. She trips and stumbles landing on her ass. 

"That's it. You're a dead man," she spits.

It's time for action. As she starts to rise, I step across and push her firmly back down. I stand over her. Without being told, you grab her discarded stockings and proceed to tie her ankles and wrists. Gagging her with her panties as a first measure, she is soon trussed up like a Christmas bird. 

There is panic in her eyes and violence in your voice when you say to her; 

"Now it's our turn to push you around."

Your eyes spit fire. Oh, this is going to be good.



Detention



Shawn was an average student. His grades were only decent and could be improved if only he gave a shit. He was a returning graduate, nineteen in a class with seventeen year olds. The truth was, he really didn't care. Shawn and his mother lived alone and moved around the country at least once a year. Her jobs were only temporary so he never had motivation to do well in his classes because he would not be there long. He had been at Cordell High for about two months, and found himself acting up in class in order to be noticed; he did not have time to get close enough to anybody to call a friend. 

One Thursday night after dinner, Shawn's mother was clearing up the table when the telephone rang. "Hello?" she answered after a few rings. She talked softly into the phone, and after a while began to form that familiar "mother look" as she glanced disapprovingly to her son. "Okay, thank you. I will. Bye."

Shawn groaned as he watched his mother stand over him with her arms crossed- he knew he was in trouble. "Shawn... that was your teacher, Miss Donovan." 

"And?" Shawn inquired. "I aced that test didn't I? What did I get? 100%?

"Try 20%, what the hell do you think you're doing?" She angrily spat out. "I work too hard to get you a good education, I have money saved up for college, and you won't even try!"

Shawn would normally brush this off and go to his room to play his new football game, but there was something about his mother's face that made him feel guilty. He knew his mom worked really hard, and it was tough for her ever since his dad walked out on her. This was obviously something that meant a lot to her, so he sat at the table and let her finish talking.

"Your teacher is giving you another chance to study for this test. She wants to see you do well and sees your potential, so you are going to stay after school tomorrow and write it over again. She is giving up her own time for you- so you had better not blow it. I will call her on Saturday morning to see your results; I think you had better study now.

"What a drag," Shawn thought as he headed up to his desk. "I have to waste my whole night studying for this stupid test, and I have to give up my Friday afternoon to write this fucking thing." He plopped down lazily on his chair, and opened up his textbook. After three hours of reading up on "The forefathers of America", Shawn decided it was good enough. He walked downstairs feeling confident about his knowledge and was extremely hungry. He made himself a quick snack and went upstairs to bed. 

The next morning as Shawn walked into his classroom, he approached Miss Donovan to tell her that he was ready for the re-test. It was faint, but he swore he saw her wink at him. Thinking nothing of it, Shawn sat down at his desk and waited impatiently for the end of class to come. After hours of doing what seemed like nothing in class, the bell finally rang. The rest of his classmates walked out of the room, and Shawn stayed seated- awaiting his paper. 

A few moments went by until finally Miss Donovan looked up from her notebook and put down her pen. She had long dark brown hair that was pulled up into a bun, and wore a plain grey blouse with a knee-high black skirt. Her black high heels finalized the outfit, and her red lips smiled as she walked up to Shawn, slowly. 

"Are you ready for your test?" She asked. This time Shawn was sure she winked at him, and froze in his spot. "Uh ...um... yes, I think so", was all he could manage to sputter. 

Thoughts were running through his head a mile a minute and he did not understand what was happening. Once she got to his desk, she sat on the edge and rested her left foot on a vacant chair. Shawn had a clear view up her skirt and felt a bulge form in his pants. Her legs were long and her tights only pulled up to the top of her thigh. Shawn looked up at his teacher to find her noticing what he was staring at.

"I'm sorry... I, um." 

"Its okay, Shawn. I noticed you looking at me in class the other day, with a face just like the lustful one I just saw." She proclaimed.

At this point, Shawn noticed that she did not even have a test in her hand. Before he knew what was happening, she leaned in closer and brushed her lips against his. One thing lead to another and the kiss became pretty hot! Miss Donovan shoved her tongue into Shawn's mouth, but just as quickly pulled away. Standing up, Shawn's teacher gazed into his eyes, very seductively as he watched her hand stray up to her shoulders. She began to unbutton her blouse, starting at the top and continuing down.

As she released her chest, she stopped and moved behind Shawn's chair, where he was sitting. His cock was now fully hardened as he tried to justify what was happening. She spun his chair around and ripped the remaining buttons on her blouse- revealing her bright red push up bra. She leaned toward Shawn, allowing him a perfectly clear view of her round 36-C tits, which bounced sexily as she danced. 

He gasped as she slowly lifted the bottom of her cotton skirt, and he stared at her strong and slender legs. She reached behind her, and unzipped the back of her skirt as she sexily slid out of it, one-step at a time. Miss Donovan was now standing over Shawn, wearing nothing but an enticing red bra and a matching lace thong. He could see her wetness seeping through which excited him even more.

Turning around, Miss Donovan bent over and pressed her tight ass against her student's shocked face. As if to music, she danced around him in a circle, until ending up in front of him once more. She swayed her ass, until reaching his fully extended cock. Giving him quite a lap dance, Shawn was sure he would soon explode and needed to be relieved. 

His teacher stood up once more, and gave Shawn a sexy smirk. She unhooked her bra and released her perky nipples, which were fully hardened with anticipation for her sinful thoughts. She pushed them up against her student, as he lustfully licked- one and the other. He circled her nipples with his tongue, and bit down gently until she let out a lengthened moan. Shawn grew with excitement as his teacher undressed him, pulling his shirt over his head and unhooking his jeans. Dropping to her knees, she pulled down his pants and let her hot breath touch Shawn's member through his boxers. Giggling as his cock twitched in return, she yanked down his boxers and teasingly sucked the tip of his shaft.

Shawn tried his best not to blow his load, but was sure he would not last long as she suddenly engulfed his entire 6 inches into her hungry mouth. Motioning up and down, Shawn moaned in warn of what was about to come. Just before Shawn was about to explode, Miss Donovan released his throbbing cock from her red lips and once again stood in front of him. Bending down, she grabbed the edges of her lace thong and slowly pulled them down, showing off her freshly shaven pussy.

All Shawn could do was gawk, as he stared at her pink pussy lips, which had soaked the inside of her panties. Swinging one leg slowly over his head, to give him a perfect view of her needful clit, she straddled her student and lowered herself on his hard cock. "You should study for your tests, Shawn. Otherwise, you'll be punished." She smiled as she began to rock her body over his throbbing shaft. 

They fucked until they were both worn out, and Shawn headed home. His mother was waiting at the front door when he finally approached. "How did you do?" She inquired. "Good, I think. Don't worry mom."

The next morning, Shawn's mother phoned Miss Donovan, only to happily hear the good news regarding his re-test. He got 100%.



Detention



Jack Hanson sat at his desk, writing notes about the day's students. He made sure to record every detail about every girl that graced his classroom. His notes included what they wore, how they acted, who they touched, how they touched them, how smart they were, how desperate they were, and the chance they'd submit to him in detention.

The last bell rang. In ten minutes, a new one was coming. Putting away today's notes, Jack grabbed the ones he needed. One stupid student, willing to do whatever he wanted, thinking there wasn't an alternative.

Sarah bounced in five minutes before detention started. Her large, perky breasts were held on display by the tight t-shirt she wore, stopping three inches above her waist, with the words "touch 'em, I dare ya'" in red letters over the black cloth. The matching black skirt stopped five inches above the knee, and displayed the words "Spank me" on the back as she turned to her seat. He would take her up on both offers.

She had finally turned eighteen, the only one of society's restrictions he followed. He had been raised to believe that it wasn't right to touch anyone younger, and he stuck to that. The sluts showed their true nature at a younger age, and deserved whatever came their way, but the age was sacred. He never broke that rule.

The slut had earned herself a night with Master Jack for dress code violations and in school acts of lewdness, as they liked to call it. He called it a training pass. After today only one of those would be an issue.

After Sarah sat down, Jack walked to the door, carefully studying her face. The skin had a flawless quality to it, her straight blonde hair framed it well before it ran down her back, and most importantly, he could sense she had an unfulfilled craving for sex. Locking the door, he turned to her.

"Do you know my favorite thing about this room," he asked, "it's the fact that it's completely soundproof. No matter how loud you yell, no one can hear you," answering his own question, "and the fact that this door is the only way out, and I have the key, is also nice."

Sarah looked at him and smiled. "I've had dreams about you, Mr. Hanson, and if you'd like to make them come true, I'll be glad to assist you whenever you ask." She put stress on "assist", making it painfully obvious what she really meant.

Looking deep into her eyes, Jack crouched right in front of her desk. "Tell me Sarah, what would you most like me to do and what should I never do?"

The excitement was bursting out of Sarah's eyes. She could barely contain herself. "Go down on me Mr. Hanson! Please!" Pausing she added, "but my ass is no place for a cock."

Jack backhanded her, leaving a large red mark on her cheek. "Listen you pathetic whore, this is the way things work. When you are here, I am your Master. You will address me as such, you will follow my orders, and you will enjoy it. When you leave here, you will know nothing of this. Do you understand slut?"

Sarah swallowed slowly. "Yes... Master." She looked down at her lap, wishing she could leave.

"There's one more thing. My pleasure is your greatest concern. Keep me happy, and I'll treat you better. Don't take this as a sign to be a perfectly obedient bitch, doing exactly what I say, and nothing else. You need to please me without my asking, and know when to resist a little. Screwing up will only cause you pain."

Sarah panicked. She didn't know what to do. "How will I know when to disobey you?"

"You don't disobey, you delay. Once sometimes, twice other times. Three earns a spank, at least. Figure when out for yourself. Now bitch, I want some entertainment." Jack walked back to his desk, and sat down. "Dance for me bitch. Show me how you live to pleasure your superiors."

Sarah walked to his desk, wearing her best smile. She placed her leg his chair, giving him a partial view up her skirt. When Mr. Hanson looked up it, she quickly pulled her leg back, spinning around so her skirt went up. As he saw the back of her panties, he slapped her ass hard.

Almost enjoying it, she held her ass just over his lap, moving gently as she felt his cock harden. He wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her breasts. Moving his hands away, she put her knees on the chair, straddling his lap. Kissing him, she undid the knot of his tie, and tossed it away.

Jack rubbed the bitch's back as she unbuttoned his shirt with her mouth, slowly moving each button out with her tongue. It was clear the bitch had done this before. When the last button was undone, he leaned forward so she could slide it off.

Sarah spun his shirt around over her head before tossing it away, kissing him. He felt her excited tongue explore his mouth, massaging hers as she did. Her hands ran through his hair, gripping his head tightly. Moving his hands down, he rubbed her ass, slapping it occasionally.

She felt Mr. Hanson push her back, maintaining the kiss as long as she could. His eyes said he had enjoyed the kiss, and she started to move in for another one. Pushed away again, she stopped.

"Beg for my dick, bitch," Mr. Hanson was smiling as he ordered her, "Beg as if touching your Master's cock is the only thing you desire, and will die without it."

"Please Mr. Hanson," she started, but was promptly slapped hard across her face, knocking her down. He was angry, and she didn't understand.

"I am your Master, and you shall address me as such. Fail to do so, and you will feel pain greater than anything you have felt before. There will not be any mercy on the third failure. It will be your last mistake."

"Master, let me please your cock. Let me touch the greatness of it, and bring you to orgasm. Let me touch an object that must be made from the gods." She nearly vomited as she spoke that last sentence.

"Yes, it is made by God, and you should thank me for letting you touch its greatness."

"Thank you, Master." She took her hands to his pants, unbuttoning them, and with a mix of fear and excitement, she lowered the zipper. He aided her, pulling them off along with his underwear.

His cock sprang to life, standing erect at a good eight inches, proud and ready for action. It was wide, more than an inch in diameter. She felt an urge wash over her, craving it like she never had before.

She placed her mouth on the tip, gently kissing Master's amazing form. Her heart raced as she began to take it into her mouth, licking it slowly. Taking her hands, she gently rubbed his balls. Closing her eyes, she moved her head farther down, clamping her lips and sucking vigorously.

The taste of his skin was wonderful. She rubbed her tongue around the head, feeling it warm as she sucked. His balls tightened as she rubbed, preparing what might be the last taste of her life.

Her enjoyment of his cock was interrupted by a hard slap, and having her head pulled away by her hair. Looking up into her Master's eyes, she waited patiently for his word.

"Hold your face over my cock, and let my cum land on it. When I have finished, you will swallow what remains on me, and wait for further instructions."

She obediently placed her head close to him, vigorously masturbating him with both hands, hoping to get it over sooner. She hated cum, and rarely went as far as letting it into her mouth. She had sworn to never swallow, and wished it could remain that way.

It didn't. Cum splattered all over her face, and more remained on his cock, enough to completely cover the head. She slowly went down, licking it off slowly to not anger him. The taste was horrible; bitter and salty. She choked it down, and started to wipe her face, but was smacked hard on the side of her head.

"My cum is to remain on your face until you are granted the joy of swallowing it," he ordered, "Now go to the closet and find a way to please me. I expect something good from you, bitch. You have proven yourself to show at least some competence."

"Yes Master," her voice weakened, "and thank you for the compliment."

Sarah stumbled to the back of the room, shaking as she moved. Nearly falling, she heard Master yell something about not bruising his new property. She started to cry, scared of what he might do. Would she even live to see tomorrow?

Opening the closet, she could see she was far from the first person to be controlled by Master. The closet was filled with clothing, outfits ranging from sexy clothing to fetish-wear. Above that was a rack with hats, ears, tails, and anything else you could wear during foreplay. On the right were shelves filled with various toys, some labeled "for Master's use only", and one box that couldn't be opened.

Sarah wasn't sure if this was a good or bad sign. He had obviously been doing this for years, and getting away with it. She had lived here all her life, and never heard of any murders or disappearances. She'd go home, but Master would do something to make her stay quiet. Was that the better option?

She pondered what Master would like best. Maybe if she did a good enough job, he'd let her go. She slapped her forehead. If he liked it, he'd definitely be back for more.

"Don't damage my property, bitch," Jack yelled, "That's my job." Sarah shivered again. She may live, but today would hurt.

She turned back to the closet, wondering what to pick. She started to think about doing a bad job, but stopped herself, and made sure not to slap her forehead. That would be worse than doing a good job. She had to aim for mediocre. Good enough that he'd be entertained, but nothing special enough to bring back.

Another thought came to her. Would Master keep her if she wasn't very good? It must be hard to get a student in a position like this... what if he only picked one at a time? The school year had just begun, and she had two classes with him each day. Tears were streaming down her face.

"I'm sick of waiting for you, bitch," Jack yelled, "From now on, every minute you spend back there is a hard spanking with a ruler on a bare ass," Lowering his voice, he added, "and my spanking arm is in great shape."

Sarah jumped and began sifting through the clothes, looking for one that would work. She thought back to things Master had said and done in class, hoping to think of something that would please him. She had him for English and study hall, so the former should be of use.

What were the books being covered? Her thoughts were scattered, and could barely think. They weren't the kind of books you'd usually read in school, but she was two busy fantasizing about the boy sitting next to her.

"One minute, one spank, bitch, Jack yelled, "but take your time."

The threat got her thoughts off that damn boy, and it hit her. They were reading fantasy books. Maybe a magical creature would please him.

She struggled to think of magical creatures that would excite Mr. Hanson. A nymph was too ordinary, a demoness was too threatening, a centaur was too horse bodied... Her thoughts trailed off as she heard another yell.

"Three minutes, three spanks," Jack yelled in a menacing tone, "and if you don't start picking things by the five minute mark, I'm making it five spanks a minute."

English wasn't giving her an answer, so Sarah searched her mind for anything that might help from study hall. She was usually sitting close to Master; he seemed attractive until today. His dark brown hair, deep blue eyes, and muscles showing through even the thickest of shirts. The fact that he still seemed attractive made her fists tighten; the thought of wanting him was now so disgusting.

She remembered one of her classmates asking for his help on her homework, and listening in on their conversation. They had discussed many things, and it was hard for her to focus. Fear of the pain to come stole her mind.

"That's the five minute mark," Master said, grinning, "I'm so glad you waited. Hopefully you won't miss sitting too much." His voice seemed so gentle, but it made her heart race, knowing what lay beneath his words.

Sarah struggled to return her thoughts to the conversation in study hall, hoping it would provide an answer. The girl had asked about a creature in one of the stories they had read... something no longer human. Master had remarked that it was a sexual creature, both dominating in its nature, yet at the same time, a victim to its urge to mate.

As she turned his words around in her head, while aimlessly sifting through the clothes in hopes Master wouldn't be angry if she didn't appear to be pausing. She kept glancing at him, hoping he would believe her charade, when it finally hit her. He loved vampires. Soon she would please him, looking as the sexiest vampire he had ever laid eyes on.

The tears came faster now, mixing with the cum on her face. Not only had she become his slave, but she was enjoying it too. Could she be any more pathetic?

"If you stall for one more second, that pretty little face of yours will be coming home with lies about an accident." Jack's calm tone showed no hint of exaggeration. She turned to him, with the most desperate look she could imagine on her face, barely able to speak to him.

"Please Master, don't hurt me. I'll do whatever you ask, whenever you ask. Please Master, just don't hurt me." As she said those words, she watched her Master's face, looking for any sympathy.

"Of course you will. I thought that was clear, bitch." His face only angered as he spoke. "I wasn't going to act on that threat, but your pathetic ignorance proves you need to learn your place."

As Jack stood up, Sarah stepped backward, but quickly found herself against the wall. She tried to run, but found herself paralyzed. Her breath was heavy as Master approached her.

Jack grabbed her head, and tossed her forward. She hit a desk, and didn't move. Perfect.

"Lean over the desk, and keep your little ass in the air, bitch," he ordered, and she immediately obeyed.

He lifted up her skirt, flipping it so it rested on her back. Pulling down her lace black panties, he gently slapped her ass, judging what it would take. It was surprisingly soft; even with all her whoring, her ass was preserved.

Grabbing his ruler, he gave her one hard slap across the ass. She cried out in pain, and before she stopped his second swing had struck. As her screams grew more and more desperate, he made sure his strikes continued to get harder. It took great will for him to stop at twenty five, but he always followed his rules.

Jack smiled as he lifted his little bitch up by her hair, licking the dried tears off her face, even though it took the cum too. The bitch struggled, trying to push his arm away. Her weakened eyes suddenly had new life, and her spirit was strong enough that she could be broken a second time. It was a rare treat for him; so few brought themselves back for even a moment after crumbling before their superior.

He lifted her away from the wall and gently swinging her toward the front of the room, then slammed her back into it and let her fall. Her crumpled form quickly rose as she lifted her leg to kick him. Sarah suddenly found her leg in her Mas- No, in Mr. Hanson's hand. She had to keep that name in her mind. Master could not be stopped. With Mr. Hanson, she had a chance.

He tossed the bitch across the room, glad that he finally had one with some fight in her. Breaking them mentally got what he wanted, but there wasn't much fun in it. The fear they showed when he took them down was of great pleasure to him, more than the orgasms they gave him later.

Jack walked over to the bitch as she lifted her head, their eyes meeting. There was rage within her, and enough to keep her going for a while. This bitch must really think she matters.

The bitch made a weak swing at his crotch, easily stopped by grabbing her wrist. He lifted her by it, holding her for a moment, then dropping her, and quickly using his other hand to slam her against the wall by her neck, with a loud thud.

"I suppose you think that because no one hears of students being killed that you're going to live through this." Jack paused for well over a minute, waiting for her face to change, letting her fear grow. "You're right. I don't kill. Bodies are messy, and it's pointless when you'll never tell anyone about today. I could give you names of other bitches that were in your place, and in the unlikely event you did tell, the others would deny it. You bitches are weak."

Sarah swallowed. Mas- Mr. Hanson was right. She'd do anything to forget today. It would be too painful to remember, and his eyes said he wasn't even started. Looking down and closing her eyes, she started to wish it would all go away.

She saw the faces of every boy she had ever kissed, most of whom had received much more. Mas- Mr. Hanson was right. She was a slut. She'd fuck someone to be more popular. She'd fuck someone to make a fool of them. She once fucked three at a time on a dare. The winner received five bucks. Five lousy bucks.

Mostly, she fucked to ruin people. She'd fuck a guy and tell his girlfriend. Once she fucked a guy to tell his boyfriend. Sarah realized how much of a pathetic slut she was then. She had gotten a gay man to fuck her, gave his boyfriend a video - with her face hidden, of course - and made sure that her friends learned of her accomplishment.

Ma- Mr. Hanson still had her by the neck, but he wasn't chocking her. He was saying something, instructions and insults, but she was focusing on his body. His other arm was reaching for something, and his eyes followed it. She could move, and he wasn't looking.

Jack finally grabbed Daddy, his name for the rough paddle he used to spank the bitches. He loved the way they begged for Daddy to touch them, the way they finally admitted just how slutty they were. Given the chance, they'd do anything with anyone, even Daddy. As he turned back to the bitch, his face changed.

He dropped the bitch, doubling over after a swift kick in the crotch. Her shoes were hard, and he was unprotected. He couldn't stand. Quickly moving his hands, he made sure she didn't get a second strike. It was an unnecessary move, as she had already run to the door.

"Don't bother, bitch," His voice was weakened, but still stronger than most, "you can't get out. The door is bolted, and soundproof. Without the key, you won't be going anywhere."

"Where is it," Sarah asked, with a voice stronger than she had before, "Give it to me, or you'll see what my legs can really do." She had a fire in her eyes, and was ready. She knew Mr. Hanson would rush to stop her, and one mistake could be enough.

He didn't. He walked across the room, heading to that dreaded closet, with whatever he had picked up earlier. While he began doing things to the box that didn't open. It was a slow process; something made it very hard to open. Whatever was in there, he had made sure no one else could get it.

She frantically searched for anything she could use as a weapon against him. There wasn't much, it was after all, a classroom. Anything else had to be hidden, like he did with the closet. Rulers, pens, pencils, and a yardstick were all she saw. Checking his desk, she found a whip hidden in one drawer. There was probably skill required to use it effectively, but she could still cause pain.

Mr. Hanson slowly walked up to her, holding a paddle of some form in his left hand, and a black stick in the other. As soon as he was close enough, she swung the whip as hard as she could, aim for his left shoulder. He seemed to favor that hand.

Dropping the paddle, he raised his hand in time for the whip to wrap around it, leaving a large gash. Before she brought it back for a second strike, he grabbed it tightly, and yanked it toward him. She fell forward, right onto him. His bloody hand grabbed her wrist, tighter than he was doing before. She hadn't done the right thing.

Mr. Hanson tossed her to the side, bumping her head on the desk. She felt dizzy, but she snapped back when he had lifted the black stick, and felt her hair stand as it approached her head. He kept it sealed because it could hurt him.




Detention



Sarah screamed as the black stick touched her skin, shocking and burning her shoulder. Her body trembled, wanting her to pass out, but something held her back. The pain was only getting worse, and Master didn't show signs of stopping.

"Please M-M-M-Master, stop this. I offer you my-" she choked the words out, wishing she there was another option, but it had to be done. "Take my ass, as violently as you wish. Since before my first kiss I have sworn no man would ever enter it, and I will never break that promise."

Tears ran down her face, preparing to boost his ego with the greatest lie she had ever told, but as the sentence formed in her head, it became less and less of a lie. She hated accepting this as truth at her very core, but that too weakened.

"But you are no man. You are a god. You are MY God, and I am yours. My body, my life, my very soul is yours for the taking." The words poured out of her mouth, taking a reality of their own as she spoke. "Please my Lord, accept this failed and impure body as my gift to you. If you do not wish for it, I can serve you in other ways. I can find you better ones, people more deserving of your touch. I can serve you in your home, preparing meals and cleaning, if that is your wish."

"Rise, bitch, and place your face before me," Jack ordered with a smile, "most of your body is tainted, but there are two things that remain worthy of me."

He loved this. Never before had a slut turned so weak. Licking off her tears, he smiled, preparing for what lay ahead.

"I do not reward sluts with a taste of my body until I know every slutty thing they have done. You speak the truth when you say no man has ever touched your ass, even though five of the ones you have fucked love to ram the pathetic lump of skin they call a cock up one more than anything in the world."

"Your mouth is also worthy of me. No mortal has had his cum taken into your body from it. If it ever passed your lips, you quickly returned it to him, elsewhere on his body."

"When the screams of pleasure escape your lips as I empty myself into your ass, you will swallow my holy seed once more, and if I am satisfied, you will earn your name once more, and serve as slave master to any sluts you can bring to me, until I find a better one, and you become a plaything to those you once ruled. If I am not satisfied, you have failed your God, and you will let the first person who asks rule you for a day and a night, when you will end yourself."

Sarah looked up at Mas- No, the holy one himself, her God, and smiled. "I pray that you enjoy me, and earn the right to have a name, even for only a second." She had given in completely, but she didn't care. It even felt good.

She watched as her God returned the smile. "Rest your hands on my desk, and put your ass in the air. The first time is always the hardest, so be prepared."

As the bitch followed his instructions, Jack pleasured himself slightly; making sure his cock was at full hardness. It only took one motion.

Sarah yelped as she felt her God's cock penetrate her virgin ass. It hurt, but felt wonderful at the same time. She moaned as he began to thrust into her ass, feeling him deep inside her. She closed her eyes, picturing his cock entering her.

As the slut moaned, Jack started moving faster, holding her arms down and pounding hard into her ass. She screamed as his cock penetrated her deeply, forcing himself as far into her ass as he could. Energized by her screams, he rammed her with all his might.

"Oh yes," Sarah shouted as her God exploded into her ass, "give me more!" She shed a tear as her God removed his holy cock from her ass, but the warm feeling of his cum filling the place was indescribable. She started to touch herself, but stopped herself before her hand reached her already damp pussy.

"Your Holiness, may I pleasure myself to the feeling of your cum?" She looked into his eyes, her own showing the desperation she felt. "Forgive me for this selfish request, but I wish to enjoy having your seed within me uninterrupted by more of your gifts."

She watched his face, waiting for his answer. As his flat expression turned into a frown, she knew her request was a mistake. Kneeling before him, afraid to speak, she lowered her head. There was very little worse than what she had just done.

"You disappoint me. I was considering returning your name to you, but no more. Like the true slut you are, you have chosen selfish pleasure instead of treating your God as He deserves." Jack loved this. The way she collapsed before him was wonderful. She was crying, tears streaming down her face. Wonderful, delicious tears.

"I give you two choices. You may take the pleasure you requested, if that is what you want. As a price, starting tomorrow, you must come to school wearing your slutiest clothes. You will offer yourself to anyone who shows interest. You will continue to do so until you have tasted the juices of 100 men and 100 women. When you have completed your task, you will announce to everyone how much of a slut you are, and while they watch, you will kill yourself."

"If you wish to live, starting tomorrow night, you will come to my home every night. Former sluts that have given themselves to me now live there. Both men and women, with many desires, some of which I have no interest in filling. Your first task is to fill the desires of all but one. When he is the only one left, you will serve him until you enjoy the twisted desires of his sick mind."

"Your last task will be to serve a friend of mine. My other sluts will watch as you please her, and enjoy the even more twisted desires she holds. Unlike ones before you who have touched her, you will remain with me. You will serve as a maid to my other sluts until I call upon you. Those who have disobeyed me shall be punished by submitting to you. If at some point I forgive your mistakes, I will let you serve me too, until I tire of you, and cast you into the street. If not, that will remain your life until one of my sluts has earned a favor from me, and asks for you as their slave, or you die."

Sarah watched his face, knowing she had failed. She wished for death, but still hoped that somehow she might earn her God's good graces again.

"Your Holiness let me become a slave to slaves. Let me live as the disgusting, pathetic creature I am, in the slim hope I may someday be forgiven." She was crying, sobbing loudly, wishing for any sign of sympathy.

"Leave me now. I do not wish to see you again until you have earned the right to touch my friend. When you arrive at my house, a man with a gold badge on his chest will tell you who you must pleasure. He has earned my favor, and the right to rule the pathetic creatures like you in my absence."

Sarah quietly left the room, leaving her clothes and backpack behind. She would wear her gym clothes home. Serving the servants of God was her life now.



Detention



You're handcuffed with your arms in front of you, standing in the middle of the room. The handcuffs are velvet lined leather with chrome buckles and snap rings, currently held together with a double ended spring snap. You're wearing a tight fitting tank top (white of course) with a scooped neckline. No bra underneath and your nipples are hard against the fabric. I can see a hint of pink. You have on shorts, snug but not tight, showing off your curves; the curve of your hips, the curve of your ass, the curve of the inside of your thigh. The crotch fits perfectly between your legs, and I know the fabric of the seam is nestled between your lips.

You're watching me, or trying to. But I've instructed you to look straight ahead and not to move without permission. I see your eyes following me, so for a reminder, I move far enough behind that you can't see me and bring my hand down sharply on your ass. You give a little yelp, and take a step forward, so I give you another sharp smack for moving without permission. You yelp again, but this time stay in place.

Still behind you, I remove a black silk scarf from my pocket, carefully fold it and tie it over your eyes. Now you whimper. I guide your arms upward until they're straight over your head, and then slide my hands down your sexy body from your armpits to your waist. Circling your waist with my arms, I unsnap your shorts. You try to rub your ass against me while my arms are around you, but I move away as soon as the snap releases and I've unzipped you. I slide your shorts from your hips and let them fall around your ankles. You lift a foot to kick them off, but my hand smacking your now bare ass reminds you that you're not to move without permission. 

You now have three gorgeous red handprints on your perfect ass. One more will restore symmetry - it's only a matter of time...........

It doesn't take long. Your arms begin to sag. I reach up and pinch the inside of your arm and you quickly thrust them skyward, but within a couple minutes, they're sagging again. I deliver the fourth smack quickly and watch the red print erupt on your lovely cheek.

Now that order has been restored, we can continue. Reaching into my pocket, I remove a collar, velvet lined with a chrome buckle at the back and snap ring at the front. I slip it around your neck and buckle it snugly – not enough to hinder breathing or swallowing, but enough to put a slight pressure on your throat.

I move around you until I'm in front of you looking at your luscious body. It occurs to me that you're still wearing too much clothing. I grab the neck of your tanktop in both hands and rip it down the middle. Leaving it hanging from your shoulders, I grasp the waistband of the black lace g-string you're wearing and tear it from your body too. A flash of inspiration hits me and I force your mouth open and insert the wet crotch, tying the torn waistband around your neck.

When that's done, I pinch your nipples, both of them, hard. You squeal through the gag. Not releasing the pressure, I pull you forward, using your nipples to guide you. It's slow going because your shorts are still around your ankles, and as I've made you leave your sneakers on, they can't fall off. You shuffle toward me as I continue to back away. As we move, your arms sag a bit. I pinch down, not gently, and the pain must remind you, because you sob once and push your hands skyward again.

In less than a minute I have you where I want you. Letting go of your nipples I stop you and guide your arms forward until your hands are resting on the table in front of you. Moving behind you once again, I hold your hips with one hand and push you forward with the other hand between your shoulder blades. You get the idea and bend forward until your upper body is stretched full length across the tabletop. Turning your head to the side, you rest your cheek against the cool table, your bare breasts squeezing from under you and your oh so sexy ass unprotected, exposed and inviting.

Lying on the table with your legs extended, your toes are still in contact with the floor, your sneakered feet mostly covered by your shorts. I bend down and lift your feet, one by one, removing your sneakers and then allowing your shorts to drop to the floor. The only clothing that remains now are your socks and the vestiges of the tank top still stretched across your back. Since they only add to the allure of the scene, I leave them. White against your tanned copper colored skin makes a contrast that forces my already hard cock to strain against my jeans. The only other area of white is the one across your ass where your bikini covers you while sunbathing, and that's still blossoming an awesome shade of scarlet from the four handprints I've left there.

Reaching down again, I slip a restraint around your right ankle; velvet lined leather with a chrome buckle and snap eye, then repeat the action on the left. Grasping the snap already attached to each one I pull your legs apart and snap the snaps into steel eyebolts specially placed in the table legs for just this purpose. When I stand up to admire my work, not only is your ass exposed, but now with your legs spread wide, your smoothly shaved pussy is too. Running my hand from the small of your back and down your ass, I trail my fingers over your lips already wet with your juices. The wriggling of your hips tells me that my fingers have had the desired effect and I'm pleased, but to remind you again not to move unless given permission I bring my hand down hard on your ass once more. That upsets the symmetry.............

I move around to the head of the table. Your cheek is still resting against the tabletop, and as I pause to admire you, I notice a small wet spot on the blindfold. Tears? Of pain or pleasure? Or both? My cock surges. I slip my hands under your shoulders, lifting the upper portion of your body and pulling you forward, repositioning you. The table is fairly small, so with your body now pulled forward, your head is past the edge of the table. I take another snap clip from my pocket and clip it to the ring at your throat and then to a ring fastened to the edge of the table. Unsnapping the handcuffs, I snap one wrist to a table leg, and taking a final clip from my pocket, snap the other to it's table leg. You're now spread eagle across the table, as naked as I want you, unable to move, vulnerable, blindfolded, gagged and completely helpless.

I run my hand down your back, caressing you, reassuring you, letting you know that all of your fears are about to come true. I intend to take full advantage of the opportunity before me to explore, poke, prod, lick, suck and penetrate each and every orifice of your body. The trembling of apprehension in your body and the whimpering sobs I can hear occasionally only heightens my arousal. And just to restore the symmetry again, I smack your ass, leaving a sixth red print on your skin. Being able to restrain myself no longer, I lean over you and kiss each red print, longingly, slowly, allowing my tongue to leave wet tracks as I move from one to the other. I can feel the heat on my lips and know that the contrast between the stinging and the coolness of evaporating saliva must be exquisite.

The feeling of trailing my lips and tongue over the cheeks of your ass nearly pushes me past the edge of restraint, and for a moment, I'm tempted to drop my jeans and fuck you. With a huge effort I gather control of myself once more. I have a plan, and spontaneously fucking you isn't part of it. I don't want to spoil the best part because I can't control myself.

I do however allow myself the luxury of positioning myself between your legs and caressing you with both hands, soothing your skin and rubbing the last traces of saliva into the angry red prints. With each pass of my hands over the curve of your ass, I run my fingers across your exposed asshole and down the crack of your pussy. I know you're grinding your clit against the table, begging for orgasm, but I refuse to play long enough to get you that close. Instead, I kneel behind you and blow gently, starting at your asshole and moving downward to your wet pussy. When I'm out of breath, I lean closer and run my tongue in the reverse direction, from between the lips of your pussy, around the entry of your cunt and back to your asshole. You flex the muscles of your ass as my tongue passes over your asshole and I feel the squeeze on my face. Several times I do this, arousing you, teasing you, playing with your senses.

To say you are wet is an understatement. As my tongue makes it's final pass over your pussy I literally suck drops of pussy juice from your lips. If you're this wet already, I can't wait to see what happens after you've cum several times. And yes, that is what I'm planning – to make you cum several times.

Knowing my oral attentions have gotten you close I pause in my ministrations and move from between your legs. You whine in frustration, mashing and grinding your clit against the table. I open a drawer at the side of the table and remove a leather riding crop. Not wanting to mar the design of my hand prints on your ass, I give you two quick swats with the riding crop, one each where your ass cheeks meet your thighs and you lie still again. I replace the crop in the drawer and pick up something new.

The black cone shaped object in my hand is cold, so I wrap the fingers of one hand around it to warm it a bit while I reach between your legs with the other, wetting my fingers with the juice from your pussy. Rubbing your snatch, I liberally coat my hands with your slippery juice and spread it up the crack of your ass. I make several passes until the crack of your ass is wet and well lubricated, then uncurling my fingers, I press the pointed tip of the toy in my hand against your asshole. You raise your hips and thrash from side to side against the pressure, muffled screams of protest audible through the gag in your mouth. 

With your hips off the table, I slip my hand beneath you and find your clit. Taking it between my thumb and knuckle of my index finger I pinch it hard. I am rewarded with a prolonged muffled scream as you raise your head, pushing your hips backward away from the pain. With a satisfying pop, the buttplug slips into you and is nestled in the crack of your ass. You moan and I watch the muscles of your ass tightening and relaxing as you orgasm.

I release the pinchhold on your clit and push you back down onto the tabletop. The trembling of your body is much more pronounced now and it's becoming increasingly more difficult to hold myself back. But there is more to accomplish than merely fucking you.

I kneel behind you again, and again alternate between blowing warm breath on your pussy and licking it. Every couple strokes, I stop to take your lips between my teeth, biting hard enough to cause you to squirm and whimper with pain. 

Sensing the approach of another orgasm, again I discontinue my efforts and move back to the drawer. This time, I remove a very large toy with three even larger balls spaced on its shaft. It is nearly 10" long and each of the three balls is probably as big around as a tennis ball. The working end is tapered for about 3" to the first of the three balls. 

I reach over your ass and insert the tapered end of the toy into your dripping snatch. The first three inches slip inside easily, spreading you in preparation for the rest. Your pussy resists the size of the first ball though so I have to push a bit harder. You begin to shake your hips from side to side and I hear you making noises in what I can only assume is pain. 

To gain more leverage I move around the corner of the table and stand between your legs again, never letting up on the pressure of the huge toy invading you. Being able to push from behind now, it is easier to direct the angle of entry, and I increase the force with which I am pushing. By now you are alternately pushing toward the invading object and pulling away from it, thrusting in a fucking motion. I can't be sure if you're trying to dislodge it or accept it, but I push even harder. Once again, your hips are raised off the tabletop, and I slip my free hand underneath you.

Before you can comprehend what is about to happen, I've captured your clit again and pinch it - hard. Once again you scream in pain, and once again it achieves the desired effect. You push hard away from the source of pain at your clit, forcing yourself backward against the pressure of my pushing and the first of the three balls disappears into your pussy. This time the stream of wetness cascading out of you is proof that you've just orgasmed.

Not having seen it beforehand, you have no idea that there are two more to go, but the last two follow the first much more easily with your hips giving a small hump as each one passes through the entryway to fill your pussy. I'm pretty sure you had an orgasm as each of them entered and the muscles of your cunt adjusted to accept the increased volume now inside you.

I've finally lost all vestiges of self-control. The intensity of the situation has finally culminated in an overwhelming need for release. Reaching into the drawer once more, I retrieve a small rectangular remote control, and walk to the head of the table. Laying the remote on the middle of your back, I grab a handful of your hair and raise your head. The fingers of my other hand are still coated in your juice and I slip them behind the gag in your mouth and pull your torn panties down over your chin, then return to your mouth where I force my fingers between your lips one by one so you can suck them clean. 

When you've accomplished that task, I unbutton and unzip my jeans, pull out my rock hard cock and press it to your face. You open your mouth and I stuff my cock between your lips. Still holding your head up by your hair, I pick up the remote with the other hand and push a single button. Faintly I can hear a buzzing noise and then I feel your mouth clamp down on me as the vibration of the monster dildo inside you spreads a wave of pleasure through your body. I touch a second button and the buzz becomes a little louder. You make a gurgling noise in the back of your throat as the plug in your ass begins to vibrate too.

Your orgasm this time is impossible to mistake. Wave after wave of spasms roll over your body as your muscles quiver and tremble. Short periods of calm are followed by renewed waves, my cock in your mouth all but forgotten, you seem to have lost control and been consumed by orgasmic pleasure. 

My already sensitive cock is still firmly between your lips and as the spasms of your body rock you back and forth, the motion is enough to take me over the edge. I feel the contractions of my own orgasm building and finally I erupt into your mouth. The tip of my cock is firmly pressed to the back of your throat as spurt after spurt floods from me. I feel your throat contract, swallowing my cum, but you can't swallow fast enough with the collar still clipped to the table and a stream of white jism leaks from the corner of your mouth and splatters on the floor.

Weak in the knees from the intensity of my own orgasm, I stagger backward, pulling my cock from your mouth and dropping into a chair nearby. I touch each of the buttons on the remote in my hand and the sound of the buzzing toys fades away. For several minutes, the only sound in the room is you moaning and sobbing. 

As my heart rate slows and I regain control of my muscles, I stand and move back to the table. I unclip your wrists from the rings in the table legs. Leaving your ankles and collar clipped, I run my hand up your back, slipping my fingers through your sweaty hair and pushing the blindfold from your eyes. Gently I remove the torn shreds of what was once a very sexy top and drop it on the floor. Leaning over you I speak for the first time since telling you not to move or speak without permission and whisper in your ear: "When you're ready, clean up, put the toys away, put on the clothes I've left in the bag under the table and figure out what to do with the gift I've left for you in the toy drawer. When you've done all of that, come find me. You've got 30 minutes, starting now."

© Copyright November 2005



Detention



Cynthia's parents were tired of her promiscuous lifestyle and enrolled Cindy in an all girl school. She had been suspended from public school and arrested several times for misdemeanor offences. A change of scenery for Cindy and a separation from her friends were their last hope for their rebellious teenage daughter.

Cindy found herself in more like a prison than a school. It was a K-12 institute where they all wore the same uniforms, a plaid knee high skirt and a white blouse. 

She hated the lack of individuality and her parents for sending her to such a hell hole, and this was just her second day. She just had to make it through her senior year.

Cindy's last period class of the day was a Communications course with Mr. Walters. Cindy sat in the back row smacking on her gum purposely being disrespectful of her teacher.

Mr. Walters walked back to the back of the class room and grabbed Cindy by the wrist. "This behavior will not be tolerated in my classroom," and led her to the front of the class to an open desk.

"Lose the gum," he said in a deep stern voice.

Cindy spit out the gum in a small piece of paper and slumped in her seat. She stared at Mr. Walters as he paced back and forth lecturing on the fine art of body politics.

Mr. Walters was a tall 33 year old distinguished man with glasses and a goatee.

As Cindy sat there, she would spread her legs just enough to let Mr. Walters get a good look at her white panties. 

Cindy jumped out of her seat as the last bell of the day rang out.

"Not so fast," Mr. Walters said. "Sit down Miss Cynthia."

He gave the students their reading assignments and told the rest that they were free to go. The classroom emptied out leaving Cindy sitting there and Mr. Walters leaning on the corner of his desk.

After a long pause, Mr. Walters looked at Cindy, "Miss Cynthia, we have a problem. This is a communications class. I am the teacher and you are the student.,,, Do you understand?"

Cindy just grinned and said, "yeah, sure."

Mr. Walters walked over to Cindy's desk and slammed his fist down hard. Cindy jumped and sat upright.

"You will address me as Mr. Walters or Sir, Understand?"

Cindy looked down and quietly said, "yes sir."

Mr. Walters again slammed his fist down and yelled, "WHAT?"

For the first time in years, Cindy felt afraid. No one had ever talked to her with such authority.

"Yes Sir, I understand," Cindy said.

Mr. Walters grabbed Cindy by the wrist and led her to his desk. He sat in his chair just looking at Cindy.

"We need to communicate, and I feel this is the only thing you understand." 

Still holding her, he grabbed the buttons at the top of the skirt and pulled down sharply ripping the zipper allowing the skirt to fall to the floor.

Cindy tried to back away, but he had too good of a grip on her.

"What's the matter?" he asked. "You wanted me to see those little panties, or are you just a little cock tease?"

He tugged at her wrist.,,"Well?"

Cindy began to sob, "No Sir."

Mr. Walters looked at her and told Cindy, "You WILL NOT cry, and you Will take the appropriate punishment that I see fit, Right?"

Still sniffling, Cindy quietly agreed, "yes Sir Mr. Walters."

"I believe in the old school," Mr. Walters said. "You are long overdue for a spanking."

"I want you to pull your panties down and lay across my lap."

"Mr. Walters?" Cindy asked.

He pulled her towards him firmly. "I'm not going to repeat myself."

Cindy slowly rolled them down with just her left hand just to the top of her pubic hair and stopped.

Mr. Walters squeezed her wrist hard and Cindy continued down exposing her young pussy.

Mr. Walters guided her over his knees until her bare ass was high in the air. 

Cindy tried to protect herself with her hands and Mr. Walters simply said, "Every time you do that, there will be ten more."

He began spanking her bare bottom hard as she squirmed and tried to get away. Mr. Walters stopped her punishment and asked, "Are we beginning to communicate yet?"

Cindy replied out of breath.,, "Yes Sir."

Mr. Walters again continued to redden her smooth ass. After several more times, he stopped and asked, "Are you going to act like a little young lady in my class or a cock teasing little slut?"

"Pleeeeeease stop," Cindy cried. "I'll behave."

"Wrong answer," Mr. Walters said and slapped little Cynthia on the ass five more times. 

His hand rested on her ass and the middle finger of his right hand found it's way between her legs and parted her little lips. Her pussy was wet from the excitement.

"You are a cock teasing little slut, aren't you?"

"Yes Sir," she whimpered.

He removed his finger, and told her to get up.

Cindy stood up and immediately reached to pull up her panties.

Mr. Walters stopped her, "Remove them and walk to the blackboard."

Cindy hesitantly complied and stood at the blackboard for instructions. 

"You will write, "I will not be disrespectful to Mr. Walters, fifty times." 

Cindy grabbed a piece of chalk and began to write. She stood there on her tip toes, shaking, wearing just her blouse and bra, her firm ass red from her punishment.

He stood behind her watching every stoke of her chalk. After watching her complete her tenth sentence, Mr. Walters asked. "You do realize that this a communications class and disrespectful was spelled with only one L."

Cindy quickly said, "I'm sorry Sir, I'll change it."

Cindy reached up high with the eraser and heard Mr. Walters unzip his pants. He slapped her hard on the ass and told her to spread her legs.

Cindy replied, "Sir?"

Mr. Walters grabbed Cindy by the pony tail. "You can not respect me if you can't even spell. You must learn."

He spread her legs and forced his large cock into Cindy's wet pussy.

Cindy screamed as he plunged it in all the way. 

"Keep writing," he demanded as he fucked her from behind.

Cindy tried to write, but his intense pounding made it impossible. The chalk broke and her palms were flush on the blackboard. 

She pushed backwards matching his every thrust. The power that he had over her was incredible. She had never felt so submissive in all her life and it excited her. 

Cindy felt herself starting to cum and tried to fight it. He rubbed her clit and pounded her tender ass relentlessly.

Cindy moaned.,,, "Oh my God, I'm gonna cum, Yeeeeeeeeeeees, Yeeeeeeeeees."

Mr. Walters felt her juices all over his cock and only fucked her harder. 

Cindy begged him, "stop, pleeeeeeeease stop!"

Mr. Walters pulled out, grabbed Cindy by the hair and pulled her to her knees. He forced his throbbing cock in her mouth and ordered her. "Suck me."

Cindy gagged and took as much as she could in her mouth as Mr. Walters moaned, then exploded with his gift to her. 

Cindy licked up what she could, but his cum was still dripping off her chin.

Mr. Walters pulled up his pants, zipped up and left Cindy kneeling there. 

"Gather your clothes, and return to your room, and don't forget.,,,,, you still have three more nights of detention this week."

Cindy grabbed her panties and torn skirt and smiled, "Yes Sir Mr. Walters."



Detention



Last night I had this crazy dream that I was in prison and you were there. 

It was actually you and me and everyone we ever met. We were all in prison together.

The prison wasn't like a normal prison. It was more like a giant kindergarten. Every other wall in the common areas were painted a vibrant indigo or Halloween orange. Cells were a solid robin's egg blue for men and frosted pink for women. The walls were made of foam.

Yes, the prison was co-ed. 

They made us don skin-tight orange jumpsuits (guys) or pink skin-tight jumpsuits (girls) that were made out of a velor type material the guards sarcastically called New Zealand rayon. I later discovered the suits were made of a nearly extinct strain of cotton. The material was very soft. So soft that everybody was always rubbing everyone else the way one might stroke a familiar pillow or cushion. 

Life at the prison was pretty cushy and everyone seemed to enjoy themselves except the guards, who were always sealed head to foot in body armor and stood at attention at all times. 

The guards sometimes carried shotguns, riot shields, automatic rifles with j-clips and grenades. They always had electric shock batons, CS gas grenades and handguns. They would kick people with their steel toed boots or strike them with heavy flashlights mostly. Everybody just learned to stay out of their way. 

The guards had no sense of humor whatsoever. 

The average day at the prison was broken up like this:

10:00 AM: Wake up - If you felt like it.

10:30 AM: Breakfast - Yr choice of: Pancakes with ice cream, fresh fruit (yr pick pineapple? Check! Dragon fruit? Check! Durian? Check!), bacon, sausage, eggs, toast (yr choice of bread – yes, they have everything from pumpernickel to Portuguese sweet bread as well as gluten free offerings for people with celiac), they also served juice, any choice of beer or liquor and exotic cereals.

11:00 AM– Arts and Crafts

12:30 PM - Lunch: A la carte 5 course – I ate a lot of quail.

1:30 PM– Dodgeball 

2:30 PM – Special activites - Martial Arts, Ballet, Experimental painting

3:30 PM– Linear algebra / phenomenology class - they somehow combined both subjects into one science.

4:30PM – More dodgeball - They made us play a lot of dodgeball

5:30PM – Dinner – A la Carte 8 course tasting menu. I think my favorite thing was the foie gras. They made great foie gras. You always liked the fresh Atlantic salmon though.

7:00AM – Free time till lights out - Usually we went to the rooftop pool (too bad they installed twenty foot brick walls around it, though the walls were painted over by the 6th clone of Magritte. Next year they promise Rauschenberg.

12:00AM– Optional Séance - usually led by the prison's Inyanga. 

1:00AM – Lights out

Most days I would just sit in my cell and smoke weed or watch tv or fuck you. Sometimes I'd watch tv, fuck you again and smoke weed all at the same time.

The television shows were all re-mastered and colorized re-runs of early sci-fi serials like Rocky Jones. 

Once a month they would turn the East block into a menagerie and bring in wild animals from the outside like a Sumatran rhinoceros or a red-fronted gazelle or an Orinoco crocodile. They would demonstrate the strength of the crocodile's jaw by having it snap open coconuts. Everyone was dually impressed. 

The worst part about the prison was that you couldn't call anybody or see anybody. No letters or e-mail. No one had a lawyer. Also, no one knew what they had ever been charged for or for what period they were to be detained. 

Most people didn't even remember how they had been arrested.

I remember us just getting a letter at the house one day. 

The best part of the prison was that it had a trampoline room and drugs were free and everywhere. Guards always left bags of really potent weed and china white heroin lying around for anyone to take. I've never tried heroin in my life, but in this dream it was great. You loved it too.

The guards left all sorts of drugs around: demoral, cocaine, 24s of beer, datura stromonium, Jack Daniels whiskey, LSD 50, speed, Quaaludes , you name it. 

Nobody ever complained if you showed up to Arts and Crafts wasted. 

Arts and crafts was a very generic name for the actual content of what was being taught in that class. Sometimes the lesson would be typical arts and crafts topics like embroidery or primary colour theory but sometimes the activities would be replaced by lectures on everything from Filippo Brunelleschi's theory of graphical perspective to the evolution of the semi-conductor Other classes described Kepler's Harmonices Mundi and there was an invigorating comparison of public choice theory vs. social choice theory (Who knew economics was so interesting?).

The strange part was that the same woman taught everything. She was hypnotic, whether her subject was political market failure or Liberian war brides. 

I think she was the only person we met in that place who went home at night.

Some people revolted and there were punishments. One prisoner was crucified in the yard, another was fed to a visiting Beringian cave lion. Ouch!

*

The day after I told you my dream I came home and found a notice on the door of our apartment that said they had taken you to MCC Disneyland. 

I called the number on the bottom of the notice, but the line was dead. I was hoping you'd give me a call at work or on my cell. Maybe you're protecting me by not calling me. Maybe you don't want me involved. 

I don't know what you did. All I know is that you went to work everyday at your HR job and came home every night to watch TV and eat dinner with me. 

I guess they're arresting everyone these days. 

Hope I join you soon. 



Detention



As I walk back to my office, having just finished teaching my year 13 A-level physics group, I think about how tempting some of the girls are starting to look. I muse over the ways in which I could corrupt their inexperienced minds, and the trouble I'd get in if caught. No harm in let your mind run away with you every once in a while.

I get to my office and open the door, dropping my notes as I take in the sight in front of me; one of the older girls -- at least 18, sitting on the edge of my desk slowly rubbing her fingers across her clit, dressed in a impossibly short skirt, white blouse and tie -- standard uniform -- and white stockings and suspenders which are clearly not endorsed by the guidelines! 

She stares me in the eye and licks her lips as she pushes two fingers into a pussy that is clearly eager to receive them. As I stand there looking she says "Close the door, Sir, you don't want everyone to see do you?"

Still struggling to comprehend the delightful scene in front of me -- though the erection that is growing in front of me makes a lie of this -- I swing the door shut behind me and step towards the girl. "Who are you?" I demand and as reply I receive a giggle and simply "Natasha." 

"Do you realise that you're breaking some of the most serious school rules here young lady?" she nods and starts to caress her breast through her blouse. I think that I may as well make the most of the situation, and turn to lock the door. 

I turn back and pull her from the desk, spinning and bending her so that before she realises it she's bent over the desk. I lift her short grey skirt and swipe my hand across her arse with a resounding 'slap'. She lets out a little groan and looks over her shoulder at me as she bites on her lip "Have I been a bad girl?" she pouts.

"You've been incredibly bad" I tell her and land another hand full on her buttock. 

"I'm sorry, Sir, I thought you'd like to see my tight, moist pussy as you came back to your office after a hard day teaching..." 

"I do like to see it, but there are ways and means, and you've show them total disregard, so as a teacher, I have no alternative other than to punish you." 

I turn her to face me, putting my hand up her skirt and ripping her tiny thong from her legs. I push my own fingers into her warm opening until I can move them no further. Again Natasha is biting her lip, and moaning softly. I slide them in and out of her for a few minutes until she questions: "Is this my punishment?"

"No," I reply pushing her to her knees in front of me, "This is just me taking from you what I want. When I've finished that, THEN your punishment begins." 

She reaches for the zip on my trousers and very quickly has it undone along with the button and my belt. As she slides my trousers to the floor she reaches for my cock and slides her hand up and down its length, smiling to herself. 

She leans forward and flickers her tongue across its tip, and moves closer in to push it between her lips. I reach to the back of her head and grab one of her pigtails in each hand, using them to control the speed with which I fuck her mouth. She looks up at me with a glint in her eye that suggests this is exactly what she wanted me to do to her, like she's enjoying me taking advantage of her. 

With this I pull her hair, bringing to her feet. I push her back against the desk until she's sat on its edge once more. As with the first time, she had her legs separated and a look of sexual appetite across her face. I step out of my trousers and unbutton my shirt. 

I move towards her and tell her to give me her tie. She makes a show out of taking it off, and makes sure her ample cleavage catches my attention in the process. I put my hand out for her tie and as soon as it's in my hand I reach behind her and grab both of her wrists, binding them together. A mixed look of panic and desire spreads across her face as I unbutton her blouse to reveal the breasts that she so badly wanted to show me.

I push her shirt down off her shoulders and unfasten the white, strapless bra, dropping it beside me on the floor. I take a breast in each hand, and gently knead them, feeling their perfect form and texture filling my hands. I continue this with my left hand as I stoop to administer to her other breast; licking; kissing; sucking; enjoying. She gasps and moans several times, but I'm not concerned by this -- I'm still just taking what I want. 

I move across to the, as yet, unattended breast and apply the same treatments, adding a few nips with my teeth just to make sure she doesn't get any ideas about a predictable routine.

I straighten up after a few more moments, and push my cock against her soaking wet pussy -- she really seemed to be enjoying what I was doing to her breasts! I slid in so easily and bottomed out to a grunt from Natasha as she could take no more, and I had no more to offer. I started a slow rhythm, sliding the full length of my cock in and out of her pussy, building speed as the time passed and the momentum built.

I pulled out of her pussy and rolled her over so she was bent over my desk again. I rubbed the tip of my dick against her clit, and then her pussy, dipping it in and out a few times before moving on. As I rested my cock at the entrance to her arse, she shot a glance over her shoulder: "This is the start of your punishment," I tell her as I gently push against her. 

She begs me not to do it, to let her suck my cock instead, anything but that. The pleas fall on deaf ears because I can tell they are not genuine, and that she wants me to violate her here as well. The look in her eyes, the tone of her voice; neither belonged to a girl who was trying to prevent penetration.

I continued to push gently against her as I felt her relax beneath me, granting me easier access to her tightest of places. After each advance, I paused, allowing her to get used to the feeling. Within a few minutes we had a steady rhythm between us and I felt the periodic clenches she was using, milking my cock, adding another sensation. I pulled out of her and sat in my chair, pulling her up with me. 

"Sit on my cock and ride me," I command. As she lowers herself down I can feel her take hold of my dick in her bound hands and guide it back to the place it had just vacated. Then came the sweet feeling of her lowering herself onto it; eye contact was not broken from this moment. As she started to ride like a woman possessed I sat back and watched as her pert breasts bobbed up and down; as she bit her lip and groaned; as she longed for contact for her desperate pussy.

On this I conceded. I reached forward and laid my fingers against her clit. "Is this what you want, Natasha?" she could manage nought but a nod, which I took to be my cue to move my fingers slowly up and down against her. As she moved more frantically, so did I, matching her stroke for stroke. 

I lifted her from my cock, only enough to allow me to enter her cunt again. She rode me even harder until she started to flag, running out of energy. When this happened, I stood up and pushed her to the floor. 

She sat there looking up at me, looking all the more attractive for the vulnerable state she was in. That was all I needed to finish me off. 

Taking hold of her pigtails once more, I guided my cock into her mouth again and thrust, maybe half a dozen times, maybe more, until I could feel my impending release build to the point of no return.

When I came she attempted to swallow all that she had been given, but was unable; a few rivulets trickled down her chin and began to drip onto the exposed flesh of her cleavage. I pulled my dick from her mouth and she showed me all that she had in there, before gulping it down and opening her mouth again. I pushed my cock into it and let her suck on it for a few moments before I stepped back and started to dress. 

"Unfortunately, due to the severity of your actions, you'll be required to spend the rest of the week in my personal detention," I untied her wrists and handed her bra back, "so I'll be expecting to see you here at 4pm tomorrow too!" 

"Yes, sir." She replied with a grin as she buttoned up her blouse and left, straightening her tie. 



Detention



Detention.

My life has been a sheltered one, but after my strict father died, I decided it was time to learn more about life. At 18 I enrolled in an evening class at the local high school and soon made friends. Apart from the subjects I was taking, I learned about socialising with others - that included flirting. I found I really enjoyed flirting and I seemed to be quite good at it from the attention I would get from men. Of course, it never went any further, after all, I was still the good girl I had been raised to be.

I'm talking in class as usual and yet unable to take my eyes off the gorgeous body at the front of the class, undressing him with my eyes, he is most definitely the hottest teacher at this school. He notices me looking and I smile seductively "Is something wrong Sir?" I ask. He tells me to stop talking and carry on with my work. I enjoy flirting with him, as I have all year. I know nothing will come of it, him being my teacher, so it's a safe fun game for me "Yes Sir". I turn to my friend whispering loudly at how cute he is. 

"That's it. Detention." he reprimands.

It's the end of the day and classes eventually let out, and everyone leaves to go home. I return to his classroom and approach the desk, swaying my hips as I walk. I like teasing him, making him notice the way I move. He stands and closes the door, but I'm not worried, I don't believe he'd ever actually do anything; so I carry on flirting. "I'm really very sorry Sir" I smile suggestively "I promise to be a good girl from now on."

He walks over and stands behind me. "I know you will." He pulls my hair, exposing my neck and kisses it. "Or else I will carry this on a lot further and you wouldn't want that would you?"

I'm in shock; I never thought he would take advantage of me, not really. Flirting and teasing him for the last year has been a game, that's all. I'm stunned into silence, frozen as if a rabbit caught in the headlights, not experienced enough to deal with this situation.

He continues kissing my neck and slowly his hands start to roam over my body, "I have been waiting for this for a long time. I've taught you about karma. You didn't think you could get away with flirting with me like that and expect to get nothing back, did you? Now it's my turn." He slowly starts to unbutton my shirt while still kissing my neck.

My heartbeat races, my breathing quickens and my tits are heaving almost out of my bra. "Sir..." I don't know how to tell him to stop, his kisses are doing something to my body, but I know this isn't right. "Sir... please..."

He stops kissing me. "Shut up you teasing little whore. Now strip naked for me bitch."

"What?" I can't believe this is happening. "If this is some kind of joke, I've learned my lesson Sir"

"No joke bitch! Do as I say or I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget in a hurry!" I don't move. He walks over and pins me to the wall with no escape, slowly starting to pull my clothes away. I wriggle but to no avail. One hand moves to my throat as the other grabs my breasts. I start to struggle, but I only manage to help him get his thigh between my legs.

He must be able to feel my heart beating hard beneath my heaving cleavage. I try desperately to pull his hand off my throat, but he's too strong, too powerful. He tightens his grip the more I fight, I relax; but he knows I'm just waiting for a chance to escape.

His thigh edges its way up between my legs, rubbing against my pussy. With one hand on my throat, his other hand releases my breasts from their lace prison. He admires my pert tits as they fill his hand nicely. He gently caresses them at first, enjoying their firmness as he squeezes them "Just like a peach ripe for the picking."

He kisses my neck and whispers in my ear, "You're such a tease." 

I shake my head "No please." I whimper. He smiles and tries to kiss me, but I turn my head, so he grabs a handful of hair forcing his kiss on me. He pushes his tongue between my lips. His grip in my hair and around my throat tightens, threatening me. I understand the danger and kiss him back.

He presses his body up against mine, squashing my breasts against his chest. His cock is getting harder and harder as his kisses become more and more urgent. His hand moves down from my hair to my breast, grabbing it roughly. "Mmm, you like this bitch, don't you?" he taunts, leaning back and kissing me again. He takes both my hands and pins them above my head, and then reaches down to find his way under my skirt.

I really start to struggle now, but it's already too late. My arms are pinned and I can't even kick him because he's pried my legs open with his body. He lifts my skirt and rips my panties off, exposing me, only to find me warm and inviting. "Mmm... This little cunt seems to be enjoying itself," he says as he forces a finger deep inside, probing around in my tight, wet pussy.

I gasp as his finger enters me finding my g-spot, and rubbing it. I'm trying desperately not to let my body respond to his touch. However, it betrays me as my pussy fills with juice, dripping down his fingers. He looks at me, smiling. I turn my head away in shame. He whispers in my ear "Your pussy seems to want me" and he plunges another finger deep inside me. I gasp again and he laughs triumphantly, thrusting in a third. He hears my stifled moan as I bite my lower lip. "I want to hear from you that you like this, bitch... Say it." I shake my head "Say it!"

I shake my head again "No." I try to put force behind the word, but it comes out sounding more like a plea. 

He puts his mouth close to my ear "One way or another you will learn to do as I say. Now tell me you like this." His cold voice sends shivers down my spine. His whole body is radiating a primal danger. 

"I like it." I say and he smiles, still pinning my hands to the wall, knowing that he has me now.

"What do you like?" he asks as he pumps my pussy slowly with his fingers. 

I look down and whisper, "I like what you're doing."

"Not loud enough!" he says with a commanding voice. "What do you like?"

"I like what you're doing." I repeat louder. He slides his fingers out and rubs my juices over my hooded bud. My eyes close and my head tilts as I moan with the pleasure he's causing. "And what about this?" he asks.

"Yes." I groan, my breathing getting heavier as he plays with my swollen, throbbing clit. He lets go of my hands and grabs my firm tits, pulling at them, squeezing them, pinching my nipples hard. He continues to finger fuck me while he whispers in my ear, "And liking this, what does it make you? I want to hear you say it"

"Wet." I answer as he drops his head to my nipple, sucking it hard to the point where pain and pleasure meet. I moan again, his fingers and mouth turning me on. He pulls back, removing his fingers from my wet pussy and slides them in his mouth, tasting me. 

"Sit on my desk." When I hesitate, he adds "Or I'll spank your ass with a ruler." The sudden violence emanating from him scares me into obeying. He unzips his pants, exposing his cock "It's time to suck your first cock slut. Open your mouth bitch!" I do and he pushes his huge cock into my waiting mouth. He grabs my hair and starts sliding my mouth up and down his cock, slowly at first. My eyes are watering as he forces his way so far down my throat, making me gag. I try to move my head away but he holds me in place and continues fucking my face faster and faster, his balls slapping against my chin. As I start to panic, he pulls out of my mouth sitting down in his chair. He tells me to put a foot on each armrest and spread myself wide for him. "Rub yourself!" 

Thankful that I can breathe again, I open my legs and start to rub my clit. He starts stroking his cock while he watches me touching myself on his desk. I've never seen a man hard before and my eyes can't seem to move away from his growing dick, amazed at the change that's taking place.

He moves the chair closer, which makes my knees bend further upwards, spreading me even wider. He's so close that I can feel his warm breath on my pussy. His hands rest on my knees for a moment until they slide down my thighs, parting my labia and exposing my hole - so wet, so warm, and so inviting. He buries his head between my legs and laps at my hole, pushing his tongue in deep. I gasp loudly, never having experienced anything so amazing. His tongue pushes my finger out of the way and flicks over the hard bud; and that's all it takes to push me over the edge. My body erupts with wave upon wave of pure pleasure, reaching every inch of my body. White lights flash like stars behind my eyelids, my nipples harden and ache, my breasts too full it's almost painful. My pussy explodes as my orgasm floods my senses. I cry out as my body shakes and shudders. 

He knows I'm ready. He lays me back on his desk and rubs his swollen cock head against my clit, forcing out the last echoes of my orgasm, before pushing his rock hard dick in my tight hole. I almost scream as the pain shoots through me. He wraps his arms around me, holding me tight against him as he lets me get used to him being inside me. He slowly pushes his way in farther, inch by inch, as he whispers in my ear that it'll be ok, to just relax and breathe. After a while, the pain starts to ease and he begins to move deeper inside me, quickening the pace. 

I start to feel something else, something building, my breathing getting heavier. His hands slip under my ass, tilting my hips. I hold on to his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as his cock buries deeper inside me, pumping me harder and faster. "Do you like that?" he whispers in my ear as his cock pounds into me.

I gasp "Yes Sir. Don't stop. Please." I beg, wrapping my legs around him. He ploughs his cock into me again, tearing a moan from me. 

"Tell me," he commands. 

"I like it Sir. Oh god, I like it."

"Do you want more?" he teases as he ploughs into me again.

"Yes!" I scream, "Fuck me Sir!" his dick is so big and hard, pounding my tight pussy. "Fuck me Sir. Fuck me!"

"You're just a dirty little slut aren't you? Lying on my desk begging me to fuck you like a whore. Admit it. Tell me you're my dirty little slut!"

I obey. "I'm your dirty little slut!" He rewards me with another hard pounding. I hold on tight as my orgasm builds, my pussy pulsing, gripping onto his dick. 

"That's it bitch, cum all over my cock!" He fucks me so hard and fast that my breath catches and my pussy squirts my juice everywhere, gushing over his cock and balls, and leaking down my ass.

He immediately pulls out of my pussy and before I can mourn the loss, pushes his head against my puckered hole, lubricated with my own cum, and slides the length of his cock in my ass. After only a second to get used to him, he begins pumping my ass hard, like an animal. "You dirty fucking whore!" he yells as he fucks me harder and harder. "Oh yes, you fucking slut! Take it!" His huge dick slamming into my virgin ass, his balls slapping against my cheeks with each thrust as his moans increase in intensity. "Tell me!" he demands. 

I know what he wants me to say. Each thrust, each moan, every word is bringing me closer to another climax. "I'm your dirty little slut Sir. I like your big hard cock pounding me. I like you fucking my ass. I'm a filthy whore and I want you to fuck me hard Sir! Cum in my slutty ass Sir!" A second later I feel him empty his balls deep in my bowels. He collapses on top of me, his cock still buried in my ass, his cum trickling out of my stretched hole. 

He turns and kisses me lightly on the cheek. I turn my head and smile and he finds my lips, kissing me long and deep.

He eventually gets off me and slumps down in his chair, clearly exhausted. I watch as his dick begins to soften again, an amazing piece of equipment to give such pain and pleasure. I can see the light reflecting off the glistening coat of our combined sex and I wonder what it tastes like. I slide off the desk onto my knees facing his bulge. 

I move my hands to gently cup his empty balls. The sight of such a beautiful dick has my mouth watering. I use my tongue to lick all the way from his balls to the tip. I run it around his swollen head, tasting the sweet juice mixed with salty sperm. My tongue runs back down and I take his balls into my mouth gently sucking them. His cock quivers. I move my tongue back up again tasting every inch of him. I kiss the tip and slide just the head between my lips, using my tongue to dance around his sensitive rim.

I grip his solid thighs as I thrust him deep into my mouth, he moans with pleasure as his cock hits the back of my throat, his balls resting on my chin. I look up to see him watching me as I take him all in. I begin to move my mouth back and forth, along his shaft, sucking, and licking. I moan; loving the way his cock grows in my mouth, loving it quivering on my tongue. His hand smoothes over my hair as he watches me enjoying his dick, eagerly taking him in, needing to give him pleasure. I realise that I may just me his little whore after all.

"Ride me." he says and watches as I spread my legs across his lap and lower myself onto his waiting cock. I begin to grind my hips, thrusting back and forth, my clit rubbing against his pubic bone as his dick hits home. I gasp at the combined feelings of pleasure and I ride him faster and harder, taking him in as deep as I can, rubbing up against him, grinding. 

"Oh god." I moan; thrusting my hips faster. "I'm gonna cum." I grab hold of the back of the chair, and go into a thrusting frenzy, riding him like a Derby horse. He pumps his hips to meet mine with each thrust, pleasure searing through my body, turning me into an animal. I bounce up and down hard on his rigid cock. "More!" I cry. He grabs my hips and pulls me to him with each thrust, hitting my g-spot, while grinding my clit. "Oh yes! That's it! Don't stop! I'm cumming!" I scream as my body overloads and again I squirt my cream all over his cock.

He lifts me off his lap and turns me round, bending me over his desk. Not giving me a chance to recover, he slams into me repeatedly, riding me like his bitch. He brings his palm down hard on my ass, leaving a red mark. I gasp in surprise. He brings his hand down again as he slams into my pussy. He spanks me again; then again; causing me to call out. He grabs my hips and ploughs deep inside me, his balls slapping my clit teasingly. He grabs my hair and pulls, arching my back, giving him deeper access and slams into me again. I cry out. He spanks my ass and then hits home, over and over, making me cry out with each thrust. My pussy continuously pulsing, never allowed to stop gripping his cock. I'd lost count of the number of orgasms he'd given me when he exploded his second load; filling me with his thick, warm jizz. 

After spending a moment enjoying the aftershocks of our session, he slides out and bends to lap at my pussy and ass, cleaning it of all our cum.

We get dressed. I pick up my thong, ruined when he'd ripped it off me. He holds out his hand and smiles. I place it in his palm and he lifts them to his nose and takes a deep sniff before putting them in his pocket. He pulls me to him and we kiss. Detention over.



Detention



The teachers at the Lyceum Saint-Maurice in Brussels might have their disagreements, but one thing they all knew for sure: Julien Michel was a troublemaker.

The 18-year-old student with British roots had come close to being expelled several times for disregarding the rules – on multiple occasions: Smoking in the hallway and bringing beer to school in combination with his bad grades had sent him into detention more than once but it had never actually been enough for an expulsion.

It was a shame, Professor Mertens thought. The 40-year-old, bespectacled and neatly dressed Professor for Geography and History, whose brown hair began to recede at his temples, knew that Julien Michel was a very intelligent young man. He just possessed no interest in studying. The only subject in which he had excellent grades was Music; and he was quite good at sports as well. It did not help that the handsome boy could be extremely charming at times which made the teachers more willing to overlook his general lack of respect.

Once again they met in the empty classroom for detention; this time Michel received extra work for showing up late to class – for the third time in a week. As always, the tall kid with the messy black hair flashed Professor Mertens a captivating smile before squeezing out the cigarette butt on the table and flipping it into the general direction of the wastebasket.

Mertens ignored the behavior, feeling a tad ashamed at noticing again how handsome his student was. As tall as Mertens, sturdy and well built for his age - almost mature - Julien already had dark hair on the back of his hands; there was even some hair peeking out from the unbuttoned top half of his shirt.

"All right, Professor, what do you have for me today?" he asked, leaning back on his chair, interlocking his fingers behind his head.

Mertens adjusted his glasses, maintaining a serious expression. Usually he was friendlier but in this case he would have to be strict. "We'll start with the French revolution. You will write an essay about its background and how the revolutionary ideals led to a regime of terror, ending with the execution of Robespierre in 1794. And you will do so in your cleanest, most appealing handwriting without any spelling mistakes." He slammed a stack of history textbooks onto the table to reaffirm his words. "All the information you need you will find in here. You have two hours. Understood?"

He exhaled, readying himself for Julien's inevitable sassy comment that would catch him off guard.

But the student did no such thing. He simply yawned, then slowly arranged pen and paper on the desk. "Very well, sir."

Mertens nodded in acknowledgment, seating himself at the teacher's desk opposite Julien Michel's table, preparing to correct a stack of exams. In this moment Julien commented, "Actually I'm quite glad you're doing my detention this time, sir."

Mertens gave him a sceptical look.

Julien grinned from one ear to the other. "I mean, I'm glad you're not Her- er, Professor Hermans. That old goat made me do all this goddamned advanced algebra stuff with vectors and statistics until my head hurt. Thundering typhoons! If I were the principal here, algebra would be banned!"

"I forbid you to speak in this disrespectful tone about the other teachers", Mertens said icily. "And no cursing in the classroom!"

The student rolled his eyes theatrically. "C'mon, Mertens! You're probably the only normal person in that bedlam of a staffroom! Have you never gotten angry at the antics of your annoying colleagues?"

"It's Monsieur Mertens to you, Michel! Now shut up and get to work."

"Oh. Wow." The boy had raised two eyebrows, staring wide-eyed at Mertens. "Your freckles really stand out when you're pissed. Maybe they're blushing along with the rest of your cute face."

Now Mertens was completely caught off guard, sensing his face become hot, and wanted to kick himself for it. Had that daredevil just called him cute?

How dare he.

Mertens inhaled deeply, feeling a little shaky and was glad he'd already sat down. That rascal might be purposely flirting with him; but he, as a teacher, would not respond to it – he could not, must not; he could get into deep trouble if he-

... if he what? The fantasies that sometimes entered his mind made him angry – furious at himself for being so weak in the presence of a cocky Don Juan barely half his age, and furious at the boy for teasing him like that.

Most certainly that callow youth knew what he was doing, for he was not just looking at Mertens – he was checking him out, for Heaven's sake! Mertens tried to focus on his work, barely able to hold the pen in his sweaty hand.

Again the boy spoke. "Monsieur Mertens, are you not feeling well? Your face is all red."

"Shut up", Mertens hissed; an exclamation directed more at his own filthy mind than at his student.

"Is it too warm in here?" Julien asked, grinning smugly. "I wouldn't mind if you'd take off your shirt. I think I'm gonna do just that." Before Mertens could object Julien was unbuttoning and removing his shirt, folding it neatly on the table.

Mertens's held his breath. His gaze attached to the student's bare upper body he felt his suspicions reaffirmed: This was one exceptionally well built young man who would soon grow into one of those big, burly men whose mere aspect always made Mertens's legs weak.

"Hey", he protested, the commanding tone in his voice failing him, "put your shirt back on!"

Julien's smug grin widened. "No."

"As your teacher I order you to put your shirt back on!" Mertens stood up, slamming a hand onto the table in one miserably unsuccessful attempt to demonstrate his authority.

"Or else what? What can a goody-two-shoes like you possibly threaten me with?"

Dear God. That kid's cheeky, confident expression was unbearable. It made Mertens angry yet sent a warm rush of excitement through his nether regions. "I will have to punish you", he said, opening the drawer to retrieve a thin, lightweight bamboo stick. Stepping in front of Julien Michel's desk, tapping the cane threateningly onto the wood, he said, "I don't like to punish my students. But you leave me without a choice. Your hands!"

For a second it seemed Julien was going to protest. His smile disappeared, but then he silently presented his open palms to his teacher.

Whack. The first slap was light, and the boy did not even flinch. Mertens hated violence, and the occasions on which a student had to be chastised were extremely rare, but now there was no other way.

Suddenly Mertens felt himself being dragged across the table with one swift, jerky movement; and he gasped in surprise. That devil, the enfant terrible, had jumped to his feet, quickly grabbed the bamboo cane, pulling it toward himself and his teacher along with it.

Their noses almost touching, Mertens felt Julien's warm breath on his face, and his first instinct was to move back, but the strong hand on his neck would not allow it.

"It's all right, Professor", the boy whispered. Mertens stared, too flabbergasted to resist when Julien gently pulled the cane out of Mertens's hand.

And then both his hands were on Mertens's cheeks, and his lips brushing against Mertens's.

Mon Dieu! 

Completely taken by surprise Professor Mertens offered no resistance when that devil kissed him.

If he was honest with himself he did not want to resist.

Julien's cheek was stubbly and rough against his face. The boy probably made a calculated effort to appear rebellious by not shaving daily, but it reminded Mertens of the older men he used to meet in dark alleys and notorious taverns long before he had become a teacher. By God! Julien even smelled like them, and Mertens inhaled the scent of tobacco and adventure, so very mature and familiar, yet titillatingly young and fresh.

It was Julien who pulled away from the wet kiss, observing his teacher's flustered face with satisfaction as though he had expected this very reaction all along.

He reached down, fumbling with the buttons of Mertens's trousers; his fingers and knuckles not quite accidentally brushing against the bulge of Mertens's erection that was straining the fabric.

Mertens had barely gathered his wits to realize what was happening when Julien knelt down before him. "Wait... wait a minute! You can't just – we... we can't-!"

"Of course we can", Julien said, looking up at his teacher with a cheeky grin while opening the man's pants. "What's the matter, Monsieur Mertens? It's all right. I know you prefer male company."

"What?" Professor Mertens blurted out. How does he know?

Had Mertens really been that easy to read? The embarrassment, however, did nothing to lessen his arousal. On the contrary – he became harder, feeling his erection twitch with eager anticipation, and fought back a sigh when he felt Julien's firm grip around it.

He'd lost control.

"... easy to see", he heard Julien say before he licked his teacher's cock, looking up at him while teasing him. "I could tell. That way you look at me – even during class. At first I was surprised, figuring you'd rather shag a really cute kid like Kevin..."

Mertens was leaning back against the desk, his sweaty hands desperately seeking hold on the table edge as his student proceeded to take him inside his mouth.

Overwhelmed by the intense sensation of warm wetness and slippery tongue Mertens almost let his knees give way. He hadn't had this experience in years. It was exquisite. Consuming. Hot.

"Mon Dieu", he panted.

Tension was building up, urging and aching, and it was in that instant Julien stopped. He arose from his kneeling position, and through the lust-veiled haze of his mind Mertens recognized the blush, the look of arousal in the boy's face. He clearly was no longer a kid, but someone who knew exactly what he was doing. Where on earth had he learnt such things?

"What do you want, Monsieur?" His lips felt soft and wet, just touching upon Mertens's mouth and cheek, whispering forbidden things. "I'll do anything you want... Tell me."

"I.. we..." Mertens stuttered, panting as Julien pushed his body closer to him, rubbing his pelvis against Mertens's erection.

"Anything, Monsieur." His breath felt warm against Mertens's ear, and his hands were all over his teacher's body, carressing, groping. "Tell me. Do you want to be taken?" A firm squeeze on Mertens's butt. "Or do you prefer to be on top?"

Tell me.

Professor Mertens was no longer thinking clearly – his erection had taken over command. "You", he breathed, "You."

"And how do you want me?" the student purred, licking over Mertens's neck. He grabbed Mertens's hand, laying it onto his own bottom. "How about this: I bend over the table and you take me... hard?"

Mertens, dazed by long-suppressed fantasies now taking over his mind, realized he must have been speechless several seconds, for Julien became impatient. "What's the matter... Professor?" The boy rubbed himself against Mertens, forcing labored breaths from them both. "Never had your cock... hah... inside something... hh- hot and tight before?"

Correct. 

He was right. It always had been Mertens whose face they'd pushed down onto the mattress, his countless one-night-affairs in days long past. It had always been Mertens who'd spread himself open for them, eager to be fucked, always hungry for more. Dingy tavern and motel rooms in the red light districts of Brussels and Amsterdam would forever remind him of the rush-seeking, pleasure-driven encounters of his younger years, but as he became older Mertens had realized that they left him empty and emotionally unsatisfied. He had been abstinent ever since; a respectable, clean-cut gentleman; and whenever temptation became too strong he reminded himself of the horrors of sexually transmitted diseases.

But his preference for men had never changed. They were still present in his fantasies, as clearly visible as ever; sturdy, strong males of the sailor variety who were happy to give him both the gentle and the rough treatment his body craved.

"No", Mertens muttered at last. No, I've never done it that way before. "But how... why do you...?"

"Yes?" Julien had turned around, rummaging through his school bag, and found a small jar of vaseline which he showed his teacher. "Here."

That kid's experience and self-assuredness were incredible. Mertens watched in amazement as Julien tugged down his pants and bent over the desk, preparing himself with a generous portion of petroleum jelly. "C'mon, Monsieur..." he whispered. "Don't be shy."

It was a delectable sight, the well-formed rear end of this handsome young man, all ready for him. Whatever objections and protests Mertens's rational mind might have had all were eclipsed by urgent desire. He even pushed aside the fear of being caught, focusing solely on the task.

His breath went fast, and his hands trembled as he grabbed his student's ass, rubbing his erection against it. Lust had clouded his thinking to the point of no return.

"C'mon, Professor!" That little minx was urging him to do it, to take him right now.

Mertens did not need to be told twice. He groaned as he entered the younger man, slowly and still barely able to believe that this was really happening.

So that's how it is like. Tight, demanding heat all around him.

Julien was owning him, owning him completely. Jutting against Mertens, moaning, his body shivering with want, he signaled his teacher to take him properly, and Mertens obliged, moving his hips to thrust, drawing encouraging sounds from his student.

It was amazing, a forbidden pleasure reserved for the gods, and Mertens felt a pang of regret he'd never been daring enough to try it before, but it was instantly burnt away by the perfect tightness clasping around him – divine and desperate; so wrong and yet so right.

I'm screwing my student, for Heaven's sake...! And it was good and right and he never wanted to stop; wanted to possess him over and over again.

Julien was biting his knuckle, apparently trying to force back loud moans, but Mertens wanted to hear him; wanted more of that beautiful voice. Gripping the lad's hot erection and stroking it, he heard him cry out, shivering with even more hungry wanting under Mertens's movements.

"Oh... fuck! Mertens...!" the boy whined, all formal speech gone and forgotten. "Fuck me!"

A hard thrust, and for a split second Mertens was afraid he'd hurt him, but Julien kept begging for more, arching his body toward him. Soon his body tensed under Mertens's pounding movements, and he groaned as he reached his apex, spilling his seed over the desk and a bunch of messily scattered exam papers. Another spurt trickled over Mertens's hand still enclosing him, warm and sticky.

Soon Mertens would come as well. It was building up, desperate to burst out. Clasping both hands around Julien's hips he pushed hard, trying to hold back, to prolong the pleasure but to no avail; Julien was thrusting back against him, moaning and whimpering, clearly anxious to have his teacher come inside him.

That insatiable incubus! The mere pleasure alone was intense enough to be illegal. Grunting a filthy curse he had not used in at least two decades, Mertens hit home with a particularly hard thrust that made Julien cry out and caused several paper sheets to flutter from the desk. He forced his cock deeply inside the lad, and at last could not restrain his orgasm any longer.

The passion had been contained for too long. Following a reflex that made him thust his hips forward it erupted out of him, sending an intensely pleasurable shiver throughout his entire body.

.

.

.

Mertens's fingers were still trembling as he closed his trousers. He had not yet quite grasped the reality of what he'd just done, so his conscience allowed him to watch Julien as the boy hastily dressed. A fine body indeed – so lean and muscular, and I've just fucked him! Mon Dieu! Mertens caught a glance of the cum glistening on the insides of Julien's thighs before the lad pulled up his pants, not bothering to clean up the mess.

Dear God, what had he done? Slowly his conscience awoke.

Burying his face in his hands he sat on the chair, his mind feeling tired and nearly vacant. He was a teacher. Julien Michel was a student. He'd just committed a crime. It was true, he mused, the old prejudice that men think with their penises.

But it had been fantastic, hadn't it? Curiosity still outweighing the shame he looked up, facing Julien. "Say, Michel..."

The student raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?"

"...where the hell did you learn all that stuff?"

Another of his signature cocky smiles. "Oh, I've tried a couple things. Both men and women. But I'm not sure yet which I prefer."

"So... women? Well..."

"That's why I got such good grades in Music, y'know. She can't get enough of me."

It took Mertens a few seconds to put two and two together. He opened his mouth to say something but Julien interrupted him.

"And sports. Professor Devos was my first one. Last year. We still do it sometimes."

Mertens sighed. He should not be surprised.

He wanted him again. 



Detention



Today is the day.

The day I finally take what I've wanted for so long. Today is the day of your 18th birthday, the day you reach the age of majority. The day when I can finally act on all the urges I've had for you since I started teaching at your school.

I know I'm taking a huge risk by acting upon my urges but I can't resist them, the need to have you is all encompassing. 

I remember the day I first noticed you. It seems like an eternity ago but it's only 6 months that I saw you walking towards me on the corridor, your hair glowing in the late summer sunlight streaming through the windows. Even though I hated acknowledging it I could feel my loins stir as I noticed how beautiful you were and I was sure you could feel my eyes looking over your body.

I put you out of my mind and entered my classroom, ready for the day ahead but all thoughts of that vanished when I opened the door to my first class and saw you at the head of the line.

Since then I've seen you every day, either in my classroom during the week or in my mind when I masturbate while thinking of you. At the beginning I felt like a pervert every time I orgasmed with you in my thoughts but as the weeks passed I began to notice that you weren't as good a girl as you let others believe. Yes, you were an exemplary student but it was other things that let your good girl mask slip, things like undoing an extra button when you entered my class and leaning back when I corrected your work so you could give me a flash of the ripe flesh of your breasts and how your nipples hardened and breathing increased the day we covered sex education. You didn't think I saw but I noticed how you were gently rocking back and forth in your seat. That was the day I realised that you were more slut than good girl.

Today I will make full use if your slutty side. All I need do is somehow keep my concentration for the rest of the day.

Thankfully the day passes quickly. I sit consumed by thoughts of you. Luckily my desk hides my throbbing cock from the pupils.

Then the clock strikes three and the appointed time arrives. I sit upright and watch the door for you. Normally you're first in line but not today. Today you're at the very end and I get to watch you walk to your seat, my view unhindered by your classmates.

There's something different about you, something in your walk, a new air of confidence in your walk. As if you've become aware of your sexuality now that your womanhood is close at hand. You sit and meet my gaze, holding it as you provocatively undo your button as usual but this time parting your legs to give me a flash of demure white underwear.

There's no mistaking the look of defiance in your eyes. As if you're trying to goad me into letting my mask of propriety slip and let everyone see what I presume you can sense - the fact that I want you.

I know I have to gain the upper hand and use your actions against you. I tell you in a voice that I know your classmates will hear that you should do your buttons up and wait after class so we can discuss the correct way to dress for my class. You blush to the point that your face glows as your classmates laugh at you and you fumble to try to do your button up again. Now that I feel that you've suitably been put in your place I return to the task at hand and start giving tasks for the class to complete. Anything that will keep me sitting for fear that my rock hard cock will be on view for all to see.

At last the end of class bell sounds signalling the end of the day. All around us your fellow pupils are laughing and joking as they get their gear together to head off for the weekend.

As instructed you remain seated as your friends make their exit.

I say nothing. Pretending to make myself busy with paperwork, knowing you'll be squirming in your seat not knowing what's in store for you. After a few minutes the sounds outside dissipate and the school returns to it's quiet as a grave status.

You look puzzled as I finally stand and walk to the door and pop my head outside. That look soon becomes a startled one when I turn and lock the door behind me, instructing you not to make a sound as I have a special punishment in mind for you and I don't want anyone to hear.

I return to my desk and make myself busy once again.

After a few minutes I look over the book I'm holding and call to you. "Now then, do you know why I've kept you here?"

"Yes," you reply

"Yes what?" I ask

"Yes sir," you stammar, the flush one more returning to your cheeks.

"Ok tell me, tell me why I kept you back after class?"

"Because of what I did sir."

"What did you do?"

"I unbuttoned my shirt."

"And?"

"And I flashed my underwear at you."

"Yes, yes you did, and if someone else had done what you did what would you call her?"

"Sir?"

"Answer the question! what would you call a girl who practically had her tits on show and flashed her knickers to men?"

"A... a... slut sir."

"Exactly, so what does that make you?"

"A slut sir."

"Speak up I can't hear you."

"It makes me a slut sir."

"What? What are you?"

"I'm a slut sir."

"Good girl, the first step is acceptance now do what you did earlier and be the slut you are."

You avoid my gaze as you part your legs and undo the button you re-did earlier.

"Not good enough, that's not the slut you are."

You hold my gaze this time as you undo another button and hitch up your skirt so you can spread your thighs wider. The sight of the lace of your bra and the wet stain in the front of your panties drives me wild with desire but instead of going to you and teaching you your lesson I instead instruct you to feel your underwear and tell me how they feel.

"They're wet sir."

"Wet? Did you pee yourself?"

"No sir."

"Then how are your pants wet?"

"Because my privates are wet sir."

"Oh? So what does that make you?"

"Horny sir."

"A horny what?"

"Slut sir."

"Tell me what you are."

"I'm a horny slut sir."

"That's better, now we know what our roles are, you're a horny slut and I'm going to chastise you. What time are you expected home at slut?"

"I'm not sir, I mean they don't expect me until they see me."

"Good now put your hands between your legs and pull your cunt stained knickers between your lips"

You comply at once and pull them deep within the folds of your bare lips, moving from one cheek to the other to make yourself ascomfortable as you can with your knickers wedged in your slit.

"Now slut, the buttons, undo another two."

You fumble at the buttons but you eventually get them open and your shirt is open to your navel. I can see that your embarrassment is as clearly visible on your chest as it is on your face.

"Now close your eyes."

Once again you do as told without questioning and you sit up with your eyes closed and back straight, your breasts visible through the V in your open shirt.

I stand up from my desk and silently move towards you. I stand behind you and lower my mouth to your ear.

"Are you ready for your punishment slut?" I growl.

You jump, the sudden proximity startling you.

"Yes sir I'm ready," you whimper.

"Who's ready?"

"The slut is ready."

"Whose slut is ready?"

"Your slut is ready."

I unzip my fly and free my cock, it immediately springs back and slaps against my stomach so full is my arousal. I take it in my hand and push it down as I move to your side.

"That's right, you're my slut, now open your eyes and whatever I have for you you've to take in your slutty mouth."

You reply "yes s" but I stifle the rest of whatever you were going to say when I ram my cock deep into your mouth relishing the gagging sound as I push my deeper and deeper, the convulsions of your throat delicious against my overly sensitive cock and the tears streaming your cheeks spurring my on to thrust deeper still, a handful of your hair in my fist pushing your head down until you gag explosively and pull your head back leaving strings of your saliva from your mouth to my thick shaft. I stand watching as you gasp for air, your breasts heaving with the effort to fill your lungs with enough oxygen.

"Such a good slut, now I want you to do it again, slowly, the way you'd normally suck cock."

"But sir."

Smack! My hand strikes your cheek. "Don't but sir me! Do as you're told!"

"I can't."

Smack! Another one, backhanded across your other cheek. "It's too late now to say you can't, we both know what a slut you are."

"Please sir let me explain" you say as you fight back the tears that glisten in your eyes.

"Ok slut try explain away."

"I...I... I've never sucked a cock sir, I've only ever kissed a boy before"

I almost orgasm right away. The knowledge that you really are my slut that you only act like a slut for me is almost too much for me.

Once again I give you my cock, softly this time, whispering words of encouragement, telling you exactly how I like the head to be licked, how to run your tongue along the length. You learn quickly and soon I'm at the point of orgasm again and yet again I fight to gain control, not yet wanting to release the orgasm I've waited so long to share with you.

"Finger your cunt slut."

You slip a hand into your panties and start to play with your pussy. Alternating between circling your clit and pushing your fingers deep into your tight virginal cunt. You don't need reminding of your other task and you resume sucking my cock. No instruction needed this time. You look into my eyes as you take me deeper than before, not letting the need to gag and breathe stop you but fighting it so you can suck me the way I've always wanted to be sucked by you. Still it's not enough and once again I grab your hair and fuck your mouth as hard and as deep as I can while reaching for one your tits and clawing at them, pinching your nipples as hard as i can. Again you fight the need to gag and cry and take what's given to you until your fingers finish their work and your organ washes over you in wave after wave, your moans travelling along the length of my cock making me lose any control I ever had with you and I pull out and explode all over your face, coating you with my hot sticky cum as you sit back, hair plastered to your face as you fight for breath and gently stroke your cunt.

"Such a good little slut. Now take off your knickers and go stand at my desk."

You stand and bend to slip them off. When they hit the floor a thick stain where they nestled between your lips is plain to see and I know that for you this is your perfect first time. You've only ever kissed boys but you're about to be fucked by a man.



Detention



The end of the school day was imminent.

I looked nervously at the clock, sweat rolling down my temple as the hands moved towards 2:50. My best friend, Christina, gently nudged at me. "What are you so nervous for?" she whispered into my ear. "Detention with Mr. Holmberg can't be that bad. I know today is your birthday and all but... just look at him."

As if in perfect synchronization, we both turned our attention to our English teacher.

Mr. Holmberg certainly was gorgeous. His strong jaw line, blue eyes, and brunette hair set him apart from all the other mundane teachers at Cranston Academy. He was the youngest teacher the Academy had ever hired and the girls (as well as the older female staff) were more than grateful for his presence.

Except for me. He fucking gave me a detention! All because he caught me texting during one of his lectures. Now I have to spend the afternoon of my 18th birthday in this dull classroom. The mere thought of it made me too angry to even look at him. I looked back over at Christina who was making a weird dick-in-mouth hand motion to me. I rolled my eyes and tried to hold back a chuckle. 

Christina was really something else. Despite her really obscene personality, she was stunningly beautiful. Her deep set eyes and button nose made all the other girls in our class envy her. She literally looked like an angel. Yet, I knew she was anything but.

I was startled out of my thoughts by the sound of the bell. Everyone hurriedly packed up their things as Mr. Holmberg tried to talk over the noise. "Make sure you guys read Act 5, Scene 2 of Othello. A modern-translation of it will be due at start of tomorrow's class!" The whole class let out a "ughhh" in unison. Christina kissed my forehead quickly and wished me luck with a little wink.

I could feel Mr. Holmberg's eyes on me but I just didn't want to look up. The sounds of Mary Jane's scurrying across the floor finally faded until it was silent. I slowly looked up to see Mr. Holmberg sitting at his big mahogany desk.

"Do you know why you are here, Sheri?"

My throat grew dry as I responded, "be-be-be... because I was not paying attention to your lecture."

He got up to close the door and pulled a shade over it. 

"And why weren't you paying attention to it?"

I felt really embarrassed but this whole interrogation was starting to irritate me. Clearly I did not listen to his lecture because it was boring. What did he expect me to say? That I was sorry for not letting the torture be prolonged? The thought of me even saying something like that to him made me want to laugh. I surprised myself when a giggle erupted from my mouth.

Mr. Holmberg walked right over to my desk and pulled a chair up. I covered my mouth to keep from laughing more but his face remained completely serious. "You know... I don't understand you Sheri." He shook his head and licked at his lips. I watched and gazed at how full and pink they were. Something within me stirred. I knew this feeling and I knew where it would take me. I just wasn't sure if I was ready for that.

He ran his fingers through his hair and then placed them onto my desk. "You are one of my best students. I was willing to even write a college recommendation for you. But at the rate you're going, I don't think I can do that anymore."

I felt terrible. Here I was, laughing at him, while he genuinely believed I could do something with my life. I gently grabbed his hand and peered into his eyes. I hoped that he would see that I was sorry. I hoped that he could see that I needed him. I needed his touch, his compassion. I needed to feel him. He looked back into mine and placed his other hand on my cheek.

The moral thing to do was to stop but I couldn't. My longing for him was diminishing every bit of logic I was clinging to. I got up from my desk and moved to his lap. He almost sat back up but I eased him back down into the chair.

"There's no turning back now. I know you want me, Mr. Holmberg." 

I took his hand and moved it up my thigh. 

"And if you move higher, you'll see I want you too." 

He kissed down my neck and let me place his hand higher. The feeling felt so good that my clit started to swell. I quietly moaned and released his hand. Seeing an opportunity, he picked me up and began to walk me over to his desk. "You're right. I have wanted you for quite a while now." His erection pressed against the fabric of my panties. "Oh, and it's Erik. Don't call me Mr. Holmberg anymore or I'll spank you til you scream."

This sudden assertion of dominance made me quite aroused. He bent me over his knee and pulled up my skirt. 

"Who am I?"

I stayed quiet. He gripped the back of my hair gently and asked again.

"What is my NAME, Sheri?" 

I bit my lip and moaned out the single word:

"Erik."

I thought this saved me from punishment but it didn't. His hand cracked down onto my ass like a whip. A stinging sensation crept all over my cheeks but I loved it. I suppressed a scream and prepared myself for another spank. Instead, Erik placed his fingers between my thighs. He tenderly rubbed my caramel mound before letting his fingers slip deep into my wetness. My eyes rolled back while he shoved his fingers in and out, only taking them out occasionally so I could clean his fingers with my mouth.

"Mmmm Sheri... you're being so good for me. Maybe you'll get that college recommendation after all." I grinned up at him and let his ring finger go down my throat. He moaned out as he saw how easily I could take it. Not having a gag reflex surely has its perks.

He unzipped his dress pants to reveal a huge cock poking out to greet me. 

"Sit on it, NOW."

I hungrily reached for his cock and stroked it. I wanted to get him as hard as possible before I rode him. He moaned and took my hands off of his dick. 

"Stop. I want your little cunt to be filled up with me."

I stood over him and looked down at his dick. It was just... so big. The head looked like it'd be okay to fit in but the shaft was very thick. Erik took a hold of my ass and grabbed his dick with his free hand. "Here, I'll help you." I felt a slight *pop* as he slowly eased the tip in. I lowered myself down onto his dick inch by inch. As I took each inch in, my eyes widened. He grabbed onto my ass and shoved that last inch into me. Waves of pain and pleasure rippled through my body.

"I'm going to thrust into you so hard that you'll be sorry for EVER ending up in my detention." Erik furiously began pumping into me. I wanted to scream out how good it felt but that would attract attention. I scratched down his back and listened to the sound of his balls slapping against my pussy. He went faster until I was bobbing up and down rapidly. We continued on as our bodies produced so much heat that all the glass surfaces were fogging up.

"Erik..." I whispered to him. He slowed down the pace and held me a bit closer. The atmosphere in the room had shifted so quickly. It had went from crazed fucking to something else. Something more sentimental. I wondered if he had felt the shift as well. 

"Sheri, I have to tell you something." 

I looked at him with big curious eyes.

"I fell in love with you from the moment you walked into my class. You are everything I want and I feel blessed to be doing this with you now." I closed my eyes and smiled at what he was saying to me. The way that he so freely expressed his emotions to me was refreshing. I was more used to guys my age who rarely allowed themselves to be this vulnerable. Yet here we were, both stripped of our clothes and apprehensiveness. 

I opened my eyes back up and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Hmmmm. Will you love me forever?" 

He held my face in his hands and stopped thrusting. 

"Yes, I promise."

"Even if I ignore you while you lecture?" 

Erik laughed to himself and pulled a wet curl behind my ear. 

"I will still love you... but I can't guarantee you won't have another detention." 

I slowly connected his moles into little constellations before we prepared ourselves for another round. If detentions are like this all the time, then I certainly don't mind getting them.



Detention



"Hey, lets get out of here" Zac said as he grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the gym, he hates to watch wrestling he says the only reason he go to the meets is to see me. As we walked down the familiar halls of our old school we talked about the crazy things we have done, and the crazy things we haven’t done that we very well could have. About half way through our conversation we passed by my teacher's room, sense it was after school no one was in there and the lights were off. 

“I guess the custodian forgot to lock it,” I said as we innocently stepped in. 

“You know what I was thinking...” Zac said with a coy grin on his face, “ this is our last year in this school, and our days to do wild and crazy things are numbered.” He didn’t have to say another word I could tell by the large bulge in the crotch of his pants what he was thinking.

As we started to kiss I could already feel myself get wet, just the thought of possibly getting caught was more than I needed to get turned on. His hands expertly shot up the back of my shirt and undid my bra and in one swift movement both my bra and shirt were laying in a heap on the floor. 

His mouth soon left my mine to lick my hard nipples, I moaned slightly as he traced circles around them with his tong stopping every couple of seconds to take a little nibble. My hand wondered to his throbbing cock trapped in his pants. I undid them and slipped them off to get better access at what I really wanted, my hands slid into his boxers and started to massage his head he groaned with pleasure. As he undid my pants we fell onto my teachers desk wildly pushing off graded papers and pencils. 

Now, as both of lay naked on the desk his tong licked from my neck to my nipples and finally to my awaiting clit. He probed me in and out sending shivers through my body as he fondled my breasts. His firm lips sucked on my cunt taking in all of my sweet juices hungrily. He matched my rhythm and reached down to finger me, as he sped up I reached my climax and covered my mouth to muffle my blissful moaning, I came drenching his face and the desk below us in my nectar. 

“Now," I said provocatively, “It’s my turn”

I got up and pushed him down on the desk. My curios hands ran from his chest down to his tender cock, I firmly grasped his shaft and lowered my mouth to take his head in my lips. I licked the length of his member stopping to take each one of his balls into my mouth and suck on them. As I got to his head again I flicked it with my tong causing him to shiver. He was at full length now and I could taste his sweet precum in my wondering mouth I could tell he was just about to blow, but that’s not what I wanted. I wanted to get him off the real way. 

I straddled over him on my knees just above his erect dick I lowered myself and touched it to my little wet pussy telling him that I wanted to fuck.

“I want to cum inside you,” he said with a look of lust in his wild eyes. He demanded me to get on the bottom. I gladly did so while spreading my legs wide open for his sprung cock. He slowly lowered himself into my tight pussy and began to pump. As he began to go faster and faster I grabbed his firm ass with my shaking hands.

“Cum inside me!!” I said wildly. “I want to feel your hot cum in me!!” I grabbed his balls and could feel them pulsing warning me that he was ready. As he let out a loud groan I arched my back and screamed as we came all over each other’s parts. 

We laid there, his erection subsided, his lips sweet from my juices touched mine. “Well," I said in a matter-of-fact voice, “I will never think of geography class the same again.”



Detention



It all started when I was working for the City Department of corrections where the corrections department only took young adults under the age of 19 years old. Needless to say, there were some really nice looking girls coming in to stay awhile, and my job was to supervise these girls and try to keep them out of trouble.

One night I had the 12:00 am to 8:00 am hell shift (some of the staff hated it) but that night I loved it. There is a policy that we have to abide which we have to check all the rooms every hour to make sure everybody is in bed, sleep or at least in their rooms. Since I came in at 12:00 am, I waited until 1:00 am to check all eight rooms. It doesn't take very long to walk the halls and peep in the rooms. I proceeded to walk down the hall and checked the first three rooms on the right side of the hall and then work my way back up the left side. Once I got to the left side, I opened the door of Amber Halls room. 

I peeked in and noticed that her bed was empty. Not a sole was there. I flipped the light on and searched behind the door but still no Amber. I became nervous real fast since this was my shift and I couldn't see having a runaway on my shift. I closed the door and walked up to the staff office and was going to make a call to the Director. As I opened the door, I saw Amber - 18 year old sweetheart with sandy blonde hair, aqua blue eyes and this wonderful slender body - all muscle - not an inch of fat on this girl. She was standing there with her head cocked to one side and her tight little panties riding her ass. She just looked at me and rolled her tongue around the edge of her lips like she really wanted to suck my already hard cock. 

She approached me and gently grabbed the seam of my zipper and unzipped my bulging pants. I was so hot that I could have shot my load in my pants. The experience was too much to handle. I reached around her waist and clutched her tight little ass and rubbed her smooth virgin ass. She was making moaning sounds and whispering under her breath -"fuck me, ohhh, fuck me." I knew right then I had to slide my sausage in her tight box and fuck her brains out. She finally worked my pants off and took her warm hands and rubbed my stiff dick and played with my balls. I was getting so hot - I wanted to fuck her right then but she was teasing me so much that I could not even think straight. 

Amber pulled my underwear down to my ankles and gently worked her way down my body with her torque, tracing my body with her wet tongue. She got to the tip of my cock and began to lick the rim of my hard poll and flick the head of my cock with her warm licking movements. She finally took "all" of my huge cock in her mouth and worked it up and down. At the same time, she played with my balls, moving them up and down in slow motion. I wanted to ram my cock in her so bad. 

I couldn't take in much longer, I pulled her head off my cock and I picked her up off the ground (vertically) and sat her on the staff desk, pulled her kinky tight panties off her and I started to work my way up her leg with my tongue, getting so close to her snatch, the heat from her pussy was steaming. She wanted to be fucked so bad, she was moaning. I quit teasing her and positioned myself between her legs and stuck my "man-hood" in her tight virgin pussy and started pounding her little body back against the wall. She was moaning, she grabbed the back of my hair and was pulling it just like you would to slow a horse down, but I was not going to stop now. I had to release my load! I reached under her body while I was fucking her tight pussy and stuck my ring finger in her virgin ass-hole, she began to moan even louder. I was hoping that none of the other residents would hear, but at that time, I didn't care -she was so good! As I kept ramming my finger in her ass-hole she screamed out -"Oh...yes..." then she came. I was not too far behind her, I arched my back and let loose a large load of protein in her virgin love box - she squirmed with delight. I picked her up off the desk and then commanded her to get to bed. She obeyed without any problems.

Later that year, I did the same thing, but Amber invited another resident to help in the festival of late night sex.



Detention



Catholic school wasn't a joke for the two seniors your about to read about, they find out how school can make great friendly bonds.

Laura had just turned eighteen and boy was she glad. Now she could finally pronounce her independence and set out for college after she finished her senior year at Saint Elizabeth High. School was just in session and it was after spring break. Laura and her friend had celebrated their birthdays, which were two weeks apart by going to the beach and picking up guys. Laura was about 5'7 she had long mahogany hair and stunning brown eyes. Her face was smooth and round and her lips were always pulled in a dimpled smile. She had about a 38 C cup and a nice round ass accentuated by her school uniform skirt. She had long shapely legs that were smooth and silky to the touch. Laura's skin was caramel colored because she was mixed, her mother was black and her father was white. She just loved how all the guys tried to chase her. 

Today Laura sat in detention again; Sister Mary had thrown her and her best friend Sage into detention for talking. Was that bull shit or what? However it was just the two girls sitting next to each other in a small room with about 10 desks. Sister Judith was sitting outside the room while calmly reading a book. She had seen the pair in detention before and didn't worry about them breaking the rules. She had told them that she was leaving early and hoped they would leave at 4:00 like they were supposed to but if they left she wouldn't hold it against them.

Sage was a 5'9 and was an Irish American. Her mom was Irish and Sage had gotten fiery red hair. Sage was about a 32 C cup and she had a round ass too, wash boar stomach and green eyes like emeralds. Her father had divorced her mother when she was 16 but he was still quite a looker and Laura pointed this out more than once. They had met in their freshman year when they had been put in detention. Ever since they had met in that room they had been best friends.

One day Sage and Laura were sent into detention by Sister Helena, they were pretty pissed they were just about to get asked out by two guys when Sister Helena had messed up their fun and sent them to detention, as they left they saw the two boys hitting on two other girls. They could have at least waited for the girls to have left the room. The girls were pretty pissed and Laura was very upset, she began to sob as Sage held her in a huge bear hug. "Those guys were jerks," she said in Laura's ear. Sage never had a problem with getting a guy but Laura was quiet and reserved and may guys passed her over. Sage felt Laura press her head father into her cleavage and Sage felt her pussy dampen. She felt oddly aroused by having her friend lay her head on her busty chest.

Sage squirmed trying to get Laura's head farther into her breasts when Laura pulled back and looked into Sage's green eyes and whispered something. Sage just nodded and the gap between them closed as they kissed their first kiss in the place where their friendship started, detention.

The next day was Saturday and Sage quickly invited Laura over to spend the weekend since her parents were going to be away. Laura arrived around noon wearing shorts that showed off her magnificent legs and a tight shirt that showed off her ample chest. She wore her dimpled smile and carried a duffel bag. She threw the bag on the floor as she entered and gave Sage a big hug like they had been separated for months and had just been reunited. Sage who was confused hugged back, feeling the bra straps through the tight shirt and feeling the tense muscles beneath them so gathering her courage she asked, "Hey Laura you feel pretty tense how about a massage?" Laura blinked a few times and agreed.

They still hadn't mentioned what had happened between them in the detention room but that was ok with Sage, she wanted to badly seduce her friend and it was going to start right here with the sensual massage that was going to rock her world she thought devilishly. Sage left and returned with some oils and led Laura to her room. Grabbing an old sheet she placed it over her new sheet and told Laura to lie face down on the blanket. Laura seeing the oils instantly took off her shirt without as much as a word. She laid down on the sheet and closed her eyes as if to get the full experience from the massage.

Sage began to massage the oil into Laura's skin, and she pinched and pulled the tense muscles in her back smooth. Sage massaged in small circles and then she hit a blockade, Laura's bra. Sage tugged at the straps trying to massage underneath and Laura sensed the difficulty so she sat up, unclasped her bra, took it off and lay back on the sheet. Sage saw a small peek of Laura's perky breasts and the pointy nipples. Sage was excited that Laura was turned on and she continued rubbing the oil into her skin.

Sage getting bolder by the minute reached around and unbuttoned Laura's jeans and slid the pants down to her ankles while still massaging her back. Laura moaned with her eyes closed and Sage was getting more aroused, she was sure her pussy had a tidal wave of her juices coming out. Sage removed her own shirt so only her white push up bra was on. She sat on Laura's back and removed her bra. Then she added some oil onto her own tits and leaned down and massaged Laura's back with her tits. Laura moaned and reached behind and grabbed Sage's ass and said. "I was waiting for you to make your move."

Laura flipped herself over and they both got undressed in record time. They lay together in Sage's bed touching and each other and exploring each others wonderful bodies. Laura looked quizzically into Sage's eyes and asked, "Do you really want to do this Sage?"

Sage looked into Laura's eyes and replied, "I've wanted this since sophomore year." Sage kissed her again and their tongues wrestled each other in their mouths. Laura's hands began to roam the unexplored abandons of Sage's skin, while Sage reached up and tweaked Laura's nipples bringing a loud moan and a smile from Laura. Sage got up and positioned each other into a 69 position. Sage began to drive Laura crazy by licking the inside of her thighs and licking her slit gently but not actually penetrating Laura's pussy. Laura began to buck and try to push her bush into Sage's mouth but Sage held her at bay.

Laura however wasn't looking for all that foreplay, she wanted her friend and she wanted her now. She dove right into her pussy testing and tasting her while searching for Sage's clit. Laura found her clit in no time at all and realized how engorged it was. She gently licked it and Sage bucked. She is pretty sensitive Laura realized and then with a quick smile she dove in attacking Sage's clit with animal ferocity. Sage couldn't handle herself anymore so she found Laura's clit to and began to suck and lick Laura to an orgasm.

After about 5 minutes they both had the hardest orgasms they had ever encountered. Their faces were covered in each other's love juices and they felt extremely proud. They lay together in a tangle of arms and legs and they kissed each other while the dozed off. 

Sage woke up to see Laura leaning over her, her minty warm breath was invigorating. Her delicious breasts were swaying towards sage, her lips were pulled into a smile and her eyes were sparkling with mischief, when she saw she had Sage's attention, Laura lifted up a strap on dildo. Strapping it on to her body, Laura didn't wait for any encouragement, she just plunged into Sage's warm sex with reckless abandon. 

Sage's back arched at the hostility of Laura's thrusts, she felt the rhythm that Laura was using and began to match her thrust for thrust. Moans, swears and other obscenities filled the room, their bodies began to sweat heavily and the sheet became soaked with sweat and natural cunt juices. After what seemed like an eternity Sage arched her back once more, called for God and came, a roaring filled her ear as she grunted and her cum flowed from her body like a raging river. Laura ripped off the dildo and sat on Sage's face. In no time at all Sage ate Laura out till she came and her juices were all over Sage's face.

They lay together on the bed, spent, and very satisfied. Laura gently traced small patterns on Sage's body and said, "That time we kissed in detention, I said I loved you."

Sage looked at her and said, "I know I said the same thing." They kissed once more and fell into a deep sleep, they would be lovers forever.



Detention at Work Pt. 01



Chapter 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sir?"

He looked up.

"I thought I told you to leave."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What are you waiting for, Mrs Powers?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 2

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

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

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

Mandy meekly nodded, her mother not saying a word but holding her daughter's hand reassuringly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Well?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Did you get that, Miss Atkins?"



Detention at Work Pt. 02



Chapter 1.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mrs Powers, kneel beside me."

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

"Take off your daughter's jeans and knickers." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh my God!" Mandy screamed.

"O my God! OH, MY GOD!"

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

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

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

Chapter 2. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Get a good shot of her arse hole."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




Detention at Work Pt. 02



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

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



Detention at Work Pt. 03



Chapter 1

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

"Like mother like daughter," he reminded her. 

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

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

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

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

Chapter 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes! Yes! YES!"

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

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

Chapter 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Now you worm, lick me."

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

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




Detention at Work Pt. 03



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

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

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

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