10 comments/ 69494 views/ 8 favorites Collette's Caught Cybering By: Collette23 It was the beginning of Spring break, the school was closed but I needed to tidy up my office and download a couple of things from the Internet. Once I finished the little jobs that needed completing I had a couple of minutes to spare so had a go in a Literotica chat room. Hunni was online and I accepted her invitation for a private chat. Things quickly got steamy – I was expertly but gently kissed, licked and undressed and then, new for me, handcuffed to the bed by my wrists and spread-eagled with my ankles tied with silk scarves. Don't get me wrong – I'm straight, but for some reason lesbian fantasies really turn me on. Hunni gave my clit a good licking and we played a little control game where I had to beg to be allowed to cum – the language got increasingly raunchy – it was difficult to type – but I managed things like,"My pussy is red and wet and aching for you. "My clit is so hard. "I want to ram my fingers up my cunt so that the cum goes everywhere and then everyone will know what I've been doing." Hunni was equally involved, writing, "Do you feel a pulsating pressure building between your legs, begging for relief? "A relief you can only get from me giving you permission to come? "You don't just want my permission, Collette... you need it, don't you?" I introduced a little guilt to spice things up, "I'm feeling so horny but so guilty – please don't make me do this." Hunni got the picture right away, "What would they think if they knew you wanted me to use and humiliate you for my own pleasure... that you're so desperate for me to touch your body that you're begging me for it? "Because that is what you're doing, you're letting me tease and frustrate you... and you're getting off on it aren't you? So aroused, you can't even stand it... begging me to let you come... begging me to run my hands up your thighs until I reach your dripping pussy, to gently stroke and explore it until you're writhing like the horny submissive little girl you are. "So desperate for my warm mouth all over your soft skin, while you try to pretend that you haven't freely surrendered your will to me... "Well, it's time for you to give in and accept your fate. I want you to cum just for me, Collette." My reply went something like this, "Can I cum now? I'm going to cum and cum and cum.... thinking of your lips and tongue teasing and grazing and then sucking at my pussy." This was a lovely 'chat' but I hadn't been masturbating. My office door has a glass panel and I didn't want to be caught with my hands on my clit and jeans round my ankles by Pervy Pete, our janitor – he has a nasty habit of trying to inspect the cleanliness of the female staff changing rooms while we are showering. So I was very aroused and a bit woozy. 'You've got mail' popped up on the screen and I opened it without thinking. It was from a senior colleague, "Could you come to Room 101 immediately! ~M." That was the video editing suite. "What is that all about?" flitted through my head. But I couldn't have ignored the summons. It wasn't far and only took me a couple of minutes to get there. But my manager wasn't there – only a more junior colleague. I started to ask a question and then the shock hit me – I could see part of my cyber sex chat displayed on the 50-inch plasma screen. You told me to shut the door. "Over here, please." I thought, "Shit, I forgot to log off." You could see my reaction and said, "You also forgot that I'm the computer network administrator – I have saved all this disgusting display to the hard disk. "You do realise, don't you, that this is gross misconduct? For stealing the School's resources and downloading porn, I could get you sacked." "Please don't do that, please. I'll do anything not to lose my job!" "Well this has to be punished. I can't let you get way with it, that not fair ...maybe I could think of a punishment, mmm, yes." I stood trembling and quivering before you ...... not daring to think about what my punishment would be. Maybe I should have. You gestured for me to take my shirt off and that's when it hit me – you knew what I was like inside. I started to back away and you must have sussed what I was feeling as you reached out and caressed one of my breasts through the silky fabric. I couldn't help it – a moan escaped. "You want this, don't you?" "No...yes," I whispered. "Of course you do, you have been pleading for someone to do this." "Yes," I gasped. "So take that shirt off – your punishment begins now." As my shirt came off you looked hungrily at my breasts – they are quite large and tend to wobble if I'm anxious or cold. You said, "Lovely – they are sending me a welcome." You leaned towards me and gently took one of my nipples into your mouth – the jolt that started at my vagina and clit went up through my body to my breasts. You looked up at me and said, "Tell me what you are feeling – and don't whisper." The last bit should have warned me but I was too far-gone. The next jolt hit me, I stammered, "My tits are on fire, my pussy feels so hot and full." Then the autopilot took over and I couldn't have stopped pouring out my slutty commentary and pleas..... "My cunt is aching for you, my clit is so hard, please – touch me there – I want your tongue on my clit, I want to cum for you so hard – I'm on fire, please, please." You leaned back and then pressed your hand to my mound, "You are hot aren't you, my little English Rose slut, and wet, I'd like to see that," you gestured towards my jeans. I peeled off my jeans – they had stuck to my crotch - and stood in front of you in just my pants – torn between longing for what I hoped was next but dreading it too. You took a moment to savour my shame and humiliation, you licked your lips. You nodded towards my pants, "Lets have those off as well." I was so ashamed that I tried to slip them down and off so you wouldn't see how soaked they were – but you were too clever for me, "Not so fast, give them to me." You held them and squeezed the crotch, you brought them up to your nose and had a good long sniff, "What a hot, wet, little slut you are – come here, time for the next bit of your punishment." You bent again to suck one of my nipples and gently established a rhythm, "Tell me how it feels." I gasped out, "Yes, yes, I'm so hot for you, my pussy longs for you, my clit burns for you, I want you to fuck me with your fingers." I was completely lost, my legs spread wide of their own accord and my hips rose to the rhythm. "You'll need to show me just how hot you are, how you deserve to cum before I let you." "Yes, yes," I groaned. "I want to see your juice dripping on to the floor before I touch your clit." With that you went back to sucking my nipples and started to lightly stroke up and down my navel – to the top of my bush. The same rhythm drove me wild, my vagina filled and soon my thrusts were flinging drops of juice everywhere. You realised that I very close to the edge and said, "Good girl, you are nearly there.... "Just one last thing," my heart nearly stopped, "I want you to put your bottom up on the desk and hold your ankles with your hands." "Why?" I whispered, not wanting to know the answer. "Please don't pretend you are stupid, we need to show them that when you cum its real, to do that we need some close ups of your pussy in action, pushing out that juice." Then it hit me, "Oh no – please no – not YouPorn!" I realised then just how clever you were – no one would be able to identify you – with your back to the camera. The one I thought was just sitting on the far table waiting to be put back in the cupboard. I was the one caught on film – naked except for my watch – my horniness and humiliation for all the world to see. "Please no....." " You were doing so well, it's a pity, but if that's what you want," you turned as if to leave. "Oh, please don't go," I pleaded. Then I lost it completely, I put out my hand to stop you and you looked back at me. I groaned, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to touch you, I'll do anything you want." You nodded towards the desk and I moved towards it. You sensed that I had crossed the line and softened towards me. "Up on the desk, yes, that's right. Now spread your legs as far as they will go. Good, that's a lovely picture, but don't forget I'll be very disappointed if we don't get a 5 star rating," you said from behind the camera. You leant over me on the desk, with the camera remote in your hand and you slowly caressed the skin of my inner thighs with the remote. I was beyond speech by then and could only moan, "Yes, yes, yes." By this point I didn't care about the camera or anything except my pussy and what I wanted and how good it felt. You kissed the skin of my navel and slowly ran your tongue towards my bush, it felt like fire as you got closer to my pulsating pussy. Then, as I was about to pass out, you ran a finger gently across my clit and then slid all four up my pussy – that drove me wild. I pleaded, "Please let me cum, please, please. I can't cum until you tell me to – I need to cum." You answered, "I'm going to suck your clit, you can cum now, once you've had this you will want it again and again." As you took my hard clit into your mouth my orgasm began to build, all the muscles from my clit to my anus started to spasm, my pussy opened and closed in time with the spasms. I screamed, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming," as the juice came out in little spurts and pooled on the desk under me. You were as good as your promise – every time the spasms started to slow you gave my clit a little nip with your teeth and I came again and again – until I begged you to stop. "Good girl – I think we'll call our video 'Our virgin English Rose's first lesbian orgasm' or 'English Rose plucked', we'll save 'English Rose pricked' for next time. Don't worry that's just my joke." And you added, "I think we'll keep this as our little secret. I will edit the film so that no-one will recognise your face. The rest of the staff might be surprised that we seem to be friends so I'll tell them that you are helping me learn about English flowers. I'll call you Daisy, that will be my way of attracting your attention when I want something special – D.D – Daisy Dyke. "Lets see what rating we get ....." Collette's Caught Cybering Ch. 02 The next chapter about the consequences of cybering on scholl premises. Nothing had happened since my punishment for being caught cybering. I gradually began to relax and hope that it was just a one-off with ~M. I was probably in denial, as I hadn't looked for the video on YouPorn. So I was off-guard when Pervy Pete, our janitor, came to my office. He is in charge of the building refurbishment and sometimes we have meetings to discuss issues on the plans. He stuck his head around the door and said, "Are you doing anything at the moment, only I need to talk to you about the deadlines for the part of the project -- everyone else is on vacation and we need to move things on." "No, I'm free until lunch," I replied. I agreed to go to his workshop -- that was where we usually held the meetings. Although there were normally three or more of us at the meetings, this felt OK, Pete wasn't a big guy and I thought if he got flirty I would be able to deal with it. "I've put the key documents in a file for you," he said as we went into the workshop. I saw the file he pointed to on a workbench at the end of the room and I walked over to it. "What do you think?" he asked as I picked up the first sheet and the second. "This is disgusting -- where did you find these?" I asked sharply. The sheets were pornographic pictures of women having sex -- very clear and explicit -- I was outraged that they were lying around the school. He leered at me, "I downloaded them from YouPorn -- do you recognise anything?" By this time I was beginning to feel sick -- I had reached the last sheet and when I turned it over it was the title page of a video called 'English Rose Plucked'. I thought "There's no way he could have worked out it was me from the video -- he's trying it on." So I started to get really angry... "So what's your point? I don't recognise anything." He said, "Are you sure its not you? Have another look." "I'm not a lesbian, I don't do things like this, what are you up to?" I shouted at him. "Look at the first picture again," Pete ordered. This was a close up of a woman's genitals (mine) -- you could just see my hands holding my ankles. "So," I said, "that doesn't prove anything." He passed me another picture, he leered, "I zoomed in on that hand and, what do you know, I saw your watch -- the unique one you are always boasting about". Sure enough there it was. I was terrified. He saw my emotions flit across my face and licked his lips. "We can play a little game, do a remake of the video, only this time you will have this treat." With this he grinned and used his hand to squeeze the growing bulge in his trousers, so I would be in no doubt as to his intentions and my fate. "Run, run," I screamed in my head. I glanced at the door and started to move but before I could get a couple of feet he had me pushed back against the workbench, with a hand each side of me, on the bench's surface, and one leg jammed between mine. I leaned back over the bench to get as far away from him as I could. "Why would I do this?" I asked, already dreading his answer. "Because this file will be left in the staff room if you don't. What do think of them little green apples?" he taunted. I had no answer and he knew it. He licked his lips again and said, "OK -- Scene 1, you get to take off your shirt". With that he ran his hand over one of my breasts and pinched and twisted one of my nipples with his long dirty nails. I screamed, the pain was intense. "So you'll play the game from now on?" he asked. "Yes," I whispered as I pulled up my shirt. "That's better," he said as he ran his hands over my breasts , squeezing and rolling them. He leaned down to lick them and took one of my nipples in his mouth, nipping and biting it. Then going onto the second he sucked this long and hard. "Oh, no," I groaned in my head, my body was betraying me. My nipples stood proudly erect and the sucking was turning me on, little electric shocks were making my clit harden. "Wait a minute," he said, "I want to take a picture of this". He had a small digital camera set up in the corner and without letting me go set up a shot with the remote. The flash showed us with his left arm around my shoulder and the right caressing one of my breasts. "OK, where were we? Oh, yes -- Scene 2 -- you get to take off your jeans -- I notice you have your camel toes on today," he leered. He was right - I had hoped no one would notice that I was wearing the tight jeans -- the crotch centre seam divided my mound and outlined the lips. I shuddered as he ran a long, filthy nail along the seam, between my labia and scratched the fabric at the point where it pressed on my clit. He unzipped my jeans and eased them down over my hips. "That's nice," he said as he bent down to get a closer look at my pants. He sniffed where the fabric was caught by my labia. I tried to lean further back to get away from him but did not realise that the height of the workbench meant that my hips were pushed towards his face. He took that as a signal of assent and thrust his nose into the crease and rubbed my clit. "Yes, that's it," he said. I could feel my vagina and clit swelling and both getting hotter as they became engorged. I felt so humiliated when he said, "What a hot little slut you are -- you will soon be gagging for my dick . "Let's have another picture for the album," as he stood up. Again he set up the camera and it recorded him and me -- this time with one hand cupping a breast and the other pressed into my mound. "Ready for Scene 3?" he said, " let's have those pants off now," and with that he knelt in front of me and slowly pulled them down. As he did so he pushed his nose between my labia again and inhaled, "You are a sweet slut, I'm going to enjoy fucking you. "This is where we change the plot a bit -- I enjoyed watching you -- so I want you to play with yourself so we get that pussy good and wet -- start at the top and give those titties a good rubbing... Oh, and by the way I want to hear how you are enjoying it." He moved back and sat on the bench opposite, he unzipped his fly and started to slowly rub his erect penis -- whilst looking at me intently, "Get on with it" he snapped, "my dick won't wait forever for his pleasuring." Reluctantly I started to caress my breasts, rubbing gently in circles around my nipples -- wetting my fingers so that they would slide easily across my skin. The skin became goose bumped and my nipples swelled and pulled the areolas into stiff peaks around them. At the same time I said what I hoped he wanted to hear, "My titties love being stroked, they are so sensitive, the feeling is going deep into my pussy. Ooh, that feels so good, it is turning me on, making me feel horny, and I feel hot." Trouble was it worked -- I was beginning to lose control -- I really wanted to rub my clit. Pete motioned for me to move lower , "Show me how your skin burns for your touch." I ran my hands up and down my chest, onto my navel and down to my bush, then down the inside of my thighs. As my fingers trailed up the inside of my thighs I moaned, my legs opened of their own accord. My accompanying commentary grew increasingly inarticulate as my actions drew me to ever-higher level of arousal. By the time I started stroking my clit all I managed was, "So hot, pussy is creaming, clit is going to explode, need a good shagging, need a fist up here." At the same time I couldn't help thrusting my hips in time with the rubbing, I must have looked like I was fucking the air -- my juice was beginning to fly in droplets. He stood and moved over to me, "Scene 4 -- you get a good fucking -- prepare for heaven," he said. His cock was huge, the head was purple and shiny as the skin stretched to its full capacity, and precum glistened on the tip. It twitched as if it had a life of its own. He grasped it, to put it inside my pussy and to my shock I saw that he could hardly get his hand around its girth. "It's too big to go up -- you will split me in two," I pleaded. "Let's see shall we", he said and with one smooth movement rammed its entire length up me. I groaned, moaned and whimpered as I was impaled - it felt as though the head of his prick filled me past the neck of my womb. "Feel this, slut, isn't it good, don't you just love it, take it, take all of it," he shouted as he rammed in, pulled back and rammed it in again and again. I couldn't help it - my hips rose to meet his thrusts. I was lost in my lust -- I wanted it, I wanted the pain, I wanted to be fucked. I shouted, "Yes, yes, yes -- fuck me big boy -- give it all to me." My ecstasy began to build, I was nearing orgasm. As I started to arch my hips and tense my leg muscles he must have sensed how close I was. He pulled out and I moaned the loss, "Please fuck me, I need your dick," I pleaded. He squatted down between my legs and said, "I want to watch you cum, like you did on the video -- but this time it's for me." He pinched my clit between two fingers and started to pump it. This sent me wild. He watched intently as my vagina opened and closed with his rhythm. "That's good, I can see your piss hole, your lovely wet fuck hole, aren't you juicy....Cum for Pete, now." "Ooh, I'm cumming, I'm cumming," I screamed as I went headlong over the edge into my orgasm. My hips arched and my vagina contracted, the spasms pushed the juice out in short, sharp, spurts. It hit Pete in the face, went into his hair and dribbled down onto his shirt. "Shit! Never seen that before -- never thought we'd get you to do that." He sat back and wiped his face with his shirt. He stood up, gripped his cock and started to pump it with his fist, "Now it's his turn," he said. He moved up really close and rubbed his prick up between my breasts. "See how your titties like to be fucked," he said then he groaned, "I'm cumming," and the cum shot all over me -- it went on and on as he pumped his prick, spurting out creamy ropes of spunk that covered my breasts, filled my navel and soaked into my bush. He pulled back and started to rub his gizz into my skin, as he pushed down through my bush I started to explode again, he looked surprised, as though he hadn't seen a multiple orgasm before. "Shhit -- are you cumming again you little slut?" He rammed his fist up my pussy, "Let's feel that," he said. "Yes, yes, yes," I moaned as the third orgasm hit and I fucked his fist, my vaginal muscles clenched his hand so hard it made him gasp. He let me go and I stood up very shakily, I felt so drained but humiliated, I needed to get away and wash him off me. He patted me on the arse and said, "That was great -- let's do that again soon." I sobbed as I pulled on my clothes, vowing to never fall for his tricks again, I would need to put my watch away.