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Naughty Miss

By: TheDarkCloud



Sarah tried her hardest not to look suspicious or shifty as she checked into the hotel. It was a nice hotel, four stars, all the staff well turned out why should she stick out? She was a well groomed woman in her mid twenties booking in and grabbing her suitcase and heading up to her room, why would anyone think she was suspicious? But still she nervously watched who was watching her, kept her bag tight to her side as she side stepped the concierge and took one final look around the lobby as she slipped into the elevator. That she was anxious there could be no doubt.

The banal music in the lift somewhat calmed Sarah's thundering heart and she tried to force herself to control her breathing and tried to shove all the questions and doubts as to what she was doing from her head. It was difficult, what she was doing was risky for sure but that was the thrill, that was the excitement and she had been in a state of nervous anticipation about today for the past week. The lift 'pinged' and came to a stop and an old couple entered the lift and smiled at Sarah, she tried to smile back but felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment and quickly sought out the floor of the lift with her brown eyes. It stopped again at the next floor and she hurried out and away down the corridor, searching for room number 531, hauling her suitcase behind her. Suddenly she was breathing hard again and could feel sweat form on her neck as she found the door and fumbled in her pockets for the doors key card to open it. For an instant she believed the door wasn't going to open, that she would have to face the journey back and that she would give herself away but then the door's entrance light turned green and she pushed the stiff handle and heaved herself and her bag inside. Where she leaned back against the inside of the door and closed her eyes and tried to collect her thoughts before going through with this.

*

Sarah Price taught English at Secondary school, was 27 years old, lived a quiet life in her little cottage and in general seemed to bother or impact nobody. She was a good looking woman, her long, straight, brown hair very distinctive while her slim figure meant that she took a back seat to nobody in the looks department. But around work she came across as very timid and shy when it came to boyfriends and some of her friends really wondered when she was going to wake up to the fact of how damned good looking she was. But she seemed happy in her job, taking holidays to the coast and living what appeared to be a quiet, peaceful life. But that wasn't quite true. Sarah was in fact something of a sex addict , it was just that she went to good measures to hide the fact, it had only recently been the case that she had realised this despite spending many a night reading erotic novels and watching soft porn. That had all sparked a growing interest and curiosity and when she had plucked up the courage to surf some dirty sites on the internet it was like a whole new world opening up to her.

There were so many sites at first, everything seemed to be catered for; friends, partners, kink and fetish........ That took her eye and as she clicked on the link she started down a road that was to lead to this encounter in the hotel room. The site was called Informed Consent and was a Bondage and Domination type site with a personals section that covered the whole of the UK. That night went past in a flash, seriously when she managed to tear her eyes from the screen it was a full four and a half hours since she had logged on and she had been entranced by the world that seemed on offer. Just the thought of submitting to a stranger for kinky sex had her wet between her legs and while she at first managed to dismiss it as a fantastical dream it was soon taking up her every waking thought until she decided she had to do it.

But she was by no means foolish in how she went about this task. She read countless profiles and forum post as to how best to set up her own profile and when it was done it was accompanied by an arty picture she had taken herself that neatly had her face in dark shadow while displaying her naked pert tits and her clean shaven pussy. She gave herself the name "NAUGHTY MISS" and described herself thus in her profile:

"Twentysomething singleton seeks younger lover to submit sexually to. New to the scene and very interested in bondage. Play naught y with me!"

It was short but to the point and when she checked her inbox the next day it was inundated, she wasted hours reading all her replies but none leapt out at her and, in truth, maybe that was as far as she was willing to take the fantasy.

She didn't log on for a whole week after that first, initial check. She felt bad that all those people (men mostly but a couple from women too) had sent her a message and she had just ignored and deleted them. But soon curiosity got the better of her and when she checked in again there were as many messages, all from people who either fitted what she was looking for or trying to convince her that she was looking was them. This time she didn't delete them all, leaving a few that caught her eye and made her read them more than once but her mother phoned as she was perusing them again and it set off a wave of guilt that made her quickly delete them and turn off the computer almost without thinking. But later that night, having spoke at length to her mum and had a long soak in a warm bath she decided to log back in and this time there was just the one message. Even as she clicked to open it she felt differently about it. The message read:

"Hi Naughty Miss, short message, heh, I like that. I'm everything you're looking for, check my profile and if you like what you see drop me a line back. We should get together babe.x"

His user name was rather mundanely Mark1985 and with a heightened sense of anticipation she watched as his profile downloaded on her screen. It truly was everything that she had told herself she was looking for: the picture was a head shot that showed a grinning, dark haired young man, while that 1985 looked to be the year of his birth as he listed his age as 21, his little blurb was short and concise but at least it wasn't as perverted or sick as nearly all the ones she had seen before. And best (or worst!) of all he lived in the nearby city, just 20 miles up the road from the town Sarah lived in. She sat staring at his screen for at least twenty minutes, her tongue nervously licking at her lips as she changed her mind constantly as to whether to send him a message or not. In the end she just did it, saying hi and how she'd love to chat and pressed the send button before she could talk herself out of doing it. She couldn't get to sleep for ages that night and in the end had to frig herself before she claimed what little rest she could.

In the morning, before she headed off to school she checked her in-box and found the reply she had dreamed of and dreaded and from there everything moved at a frightening pace. They sent e-mails, messaged, texted and spoke on the phone before they agreed a meet in a bar in the city. Sarah was by that time pretty certain that Mark would give her what she wanted and dressed real slutty for the meet. It proved the right decision and after just half an hour together they had moved out of the bar and into a nearby back alley where they had the most fantastic sex. It was rough, nasty and everything that Sarah had dreamed it to be, the young man hooking up the hem of her mini-skirt and jerking aside her panties to fuck her hard against the grimy wall of the alley while speaking all kinds of filth. When it was over they parted uneasily with promises to speak again and see where it led. Neither looked like they believed it, they had got the no-strings fun they were after but as each hour passed Sarah could not stop thinking about Mark and what they had done, then two days after she had received an e-mail that had led her to the hotel room in such a nervous state of excitement.

*

Back to the present, and Sarah eventually found the strength in her legs to stand straight and walk over to the double bed and sit on it's edge. She crossed her legs after she had laid down the case and as she did so her long trench coat rode up her legs to reveal sheer black stockings. She reached into her coat pocket and carefully took out a folded up piece of paper. It was the e-mail Mark had sent her just three days previously, his first communication since their amazing date. It read.

"Sarah, thank you for Friday night it was amazing. I realise from all you said that you wanted to experience it once and to have no come back. But I want to see you again, I want to take this further, you label yourself a submissive on your profile and meeting you I know that you are one. I wondered if you would like to explore that side of your submissiveness with me. If you do then book a room at the Marriot Hotel and let me know what time and date you booked. Be sure that this is what you want to do before you do it because it will be kinky I promise you."

It was signed Master Mark and had sent Sarah into a flurry of thoughts immediately but in the end she had done it, wanting that thrill again, wanting the uncontrollable excitement. She did as he instructed and when she sent him the date she had booked the room for she received the following response, that again sent her into a spin.

"Good, I'll take your obedience to my instructions as a positive sign Sarah but as I indicated I wanted more than just sex from our encounter. I want you to experience the feeling of complete helplessness at being tied up as I take you. To that end you will bring with you whatever items you need to do the following when you arrive at the hotel. Clothing wise you will wear and bring only a long trench coat and black stocking and your heels. Upon arriving you will leave the door just off the jamb so I can enter silently. You will purchase ankle and wrist cuffs (here he had supplied a link to a fetish wear site that sold these easy release ones and more toys) and affix them to each corner of the bed, when you take your coat off you will hang it in the wardrobe and prior to attaching the cuffs to yourself you will ensure that you have a vibrator inside your pussy, be wearing a gag and a blindfold on. Then you will lie spread eagle awaiting me. I promise you Sarah it will be a night to remember."

She sat and looked at the big, mahogany hotel door, she had closed it deliberately and now she knew she was at the point of no return. If she got up and opened that door, then left it open as Mark had suggested then there would be no going back for her and she would do everything to the letter as per his directions. She sat there for a few minutes, biting her lip and tossing matters around in her head, she knew she would do it, why else would she have come here otherwise. But still, it was a big risk, sure she had taken a huge risk that first meeting (and look how well that had gone) but this was way beyond that and if she did it she would be so exposed. Just as she debated it the telephone rang, its shrill noise startling her and it took her a moment to regain her senses and lift the old-fashioned receiver.

"Hello?" her voice that of a timid little girl, not a confident young woman.

"Sarah, it's me, Mark. Are you ready? If not you have exactly ten minutes to get things prepared exactly as I instructed, understand?"

"Y-Yes, I'll be ready..."

"Good. Oh, and Sarah, one last thing I forgot to mention. I want you to take your lipstick and write the words "Master Mark's Slut" across your stomach before you fix the last of the cuffs. Do not disappoint me."

Before she could answer the line went dead and she was left to make her mind up. She decided in an instant and quickly scuttered over to the door to open it and leave it just open so that no-one would notice it being not closed but without close inspection it looked shut. Sarah then unbuttoned her long coat and hung it in the wardrobe before opening her case and taking all her items out and placing them on the bed. She didn't waste time contemplating them, knowing that if she hesitated now it could stop her and right then she was being swept away with her desire and horniness. The cuffs clipped easily around each corner and she lay on the bed to ensure they were positioned so she could fit all her limbs in them. She could and with that done she took up her lipstick and wrote the three demanded words on herself, realising as she wrote them in thick, red letters that this would be her submission to her young lover. With that done and the lipstick tossed aside for now she slipped her ankles into the soft, leather cuffs and drew them nearly tight around them, then she took the orange ball gag she had bought and popped it in her mouth and the strap around her head and clipped it in place before resting the blindfold atop her forehead. She then took her dildo, set it to vibrate and slipped it in her wet cunt. She placed her left hand in its cuff and used her right to draw it tight then, trembling she lowered the blindfold, plunging herself into complete darkness before finally reaching out her right hand and placing it in the cuff and drawing it in so that it held her but she could still undo it if needed. With that done she lay there in her own tremulous world and waited in silence her whole body tingling in anticipation.

*

She never even heard him enter the room. Her first realisation that he was there was when she felt two hands play across her bare breasts. In fact she did not even know that it was him, her body tingled at his touch and the thought of what she was doing. His hand explored up her body and she felt a kiss on her cheek before realising he was continuing to reach past that up her right arm, touching the cuffs and in an instant pulling it tight. He checked the others but she already knew that was the only one she had left in a condition to escape from. It made her so wet so turned on, so excited and she waited for his first words to her. But she was in for a huge shock as it was not a male voice that broke the oppressive silence, rather a young females.

"Now the bitch is secure Mark, stick the headphones on her so we can get this party started!"

Sarah was stunned and as she tried to wriggle in her bed she only semi-realised that the voice was familiar but then she was plunged into complete anarchy as a large pair of headphones were placed over her head playing heavy metal music, making her totally unable to hear anything that happened in the room. 

*

Sarah must have endured that godforsaken racket for at least five minutes, all the while trying desperately to get something loose, before there was any movement but when there was she rather wished there hadn't been.

Her blindfold was peeled back to rest on her forehead, pushing her hair up and when she had blinked her eyes a couple of times to clear them she found herself looking up at the sweetly smiling face of Becky Holt. Becky gave her a cute little wave then the darkness descended again as the blindfold was returned. But the break had had it's desired effect as Sarah now did not struggle rather she lay there and contemplated what on earth had happened. Of course, that's whose voice she had heard.

Becky Holt? Becky was an 18 year old Sarah had taught English to last year, she had left school that past Summer but for the previous nine months or so the two of them had conducted almost a feud against each other. Becky was a tall, raven haired girl, with a cherubic face and a mouth from the gutter. She swore and cursed freely and really had something of an attitude problem, especially by the time she landed in Sarah's class. She also had quite the reputation around the school as a cock hungry slut, that most of the guys had a chance with. Sarah hadn't been especially aware of that at the time, it was more her cocky attitude and arrogance that had annoyed her at first and after a week or so of silently suffering her insolence and cheek, Sarah had decided to make a stand and given her detention and reported her. That was hardly a new experience for Becky but there had been just something about this young female teacher that she had especially taken an active dislike to and thereafter it had become a war of attrition in the classroom as to who would come out on top. Of course, there was never any real doubt that the teacher would, she held most of the aces and despite Becky's campaign (lewd graffiti as to Miss Price's private life, jokes passed around class and various tricks played in the classroom) it was Sarah that came out on top with a series of low grades, detentions and poor reports. And then just a couple of months ago Becky had finished school and, blissfully, exited Sarah's academic life.

And now here was Sarah, by her own hand tied up, gagged, blindfolded and the word "SLUT" written on her stomach, seemingly at Becky's mercy. The thought sent shivers down Sarah's spine and she waited in horrified expectation what had she let herself in for?

Then the blindfold and the headphones were removed and Sarah got a further surprise, for this time it was revealed that not only was Becky there but also in attendance were five other of her former classmates. They all hung around together, three more girls and three boys and with Becky right at the foot of the bed peering down at Sarah, they were circled round her. Of Mark there was no sign, unable to plea or make any noise whatsoever she was only able to lay there and listen to the demented ranting of her former pupil.

"Well Miss Price you really are a Naughty Miss aren't you? That's right Mark showed me the profile online, what a slut you sounded. I wonder what your bosses at the school would think of what you get up to in your spare time? What's that? Where's Mark? Well all you need to know is that me and him go way back and when I see one of my old boyfriends screwing in a alleyway I like to find out what slut he's with now and he didn't take much 'persuasion' to help set all this up."

Sarah's heart sunk at this explanation, that had been the one thing she had clung to as a possible salvation and to find that her young lover had so easily bought off by this little bitch of an ex-girlfriend made her want to retch. Becky had moved up to the left side of Sarah now and began to play her thin fingers across Sarah's stomach as if trying to decide which way to go with them next.

"I really don't like you Miss. You really were a 'pain' in the butt to me. But we've got ourselves and interesting situation here don't we? I mean if it were to come out that you were the type of person who advertised for casual sex on those types of websites and that picture of you on there was to get out it wouldn't be good for your career, would it? I can't see the school board or all the parents wanting you to continue then. And then if it were to come out after those pictures that certain former pupils – like Steve here, or Mike, or Drew (Becky pointed at each of the beaming ex-pupils) claimed to be fucking you while they were still at the school, and lets face it after the advert and picture are released who do you think everyone would believe? How would that look, very bad I'd have thought, eh girls?"

At this the other two girls tittered and laughed and agreed with their friend, who was obviously the ringleader. They made more noise as Becky's index finger started going in wider circuits of Sarah's stomach and began to rub against her breasts and the top of her pussy mound. Sarah closed her eyes trying to block all this out as her carefully planned life descended around her very ears.

"So the question remains Miss (said so sarcastically). What are you willing to do to keep from all that happening? How are you going to keep us all silent? I'm going to put the headphones and blindfold back on you for five minutes so you can consider that, and when I remove them and your gag the first words from you better be "I'm willing to do anything for you Mistress Becky" or that whole nightmare scenario will happen, I can assure you!"


Naughty Miss Ch. 02



Six months have passed since the events outlined in "Naughty Miss".

*

Sarah Price had spent the time since her encounter with Becky and her cohorts mostly brooding about it. Fortunately she had her job to take her mind of those events which saw her dominated and humiliated by her most loathsome pupil ever, Becky Holt, and the sexual ordeal she had endured at their hands. Initially she had seethed about it, especially when she had to go into school with her ultra short haircut (Sarah had been forced by Becky to cut her own hair) that, while she had smartened it up, she still abhorred. But when the weeks passed and no obvious method of revenge offered itself to the teachers mind she actually began to fantasise and masturbate to the thoughts of that afternoon and night and her treatment at their hands. And so as Sarah's life went back to normality, her dalliances with internet dating definitely behind her she was able to move on with her life and while she could never forget that day she was able to forget about any thoughts of vengeance. Life really was too short for such thoughts.

This until Sarah overheard a conversation between two of her teaching colleagues while at the morning recess in the teachers lounge.

"Did you read about Becky Holt in the newspaper yesterday? I just knew that young woman would come to no good. Arrested for prostitution and attempting to resist the arrest? It doesn't surprise me!"

A couple of discrete questions later and Sarah was spending the evening looking at the mentioned newspaper article in the library with a hundred thoughts racing around her head. All of them bad, she knew she should just stay clear of Becky and that no good could come of trying to contact her but something deep within the pretty teacher's psyche was playing with her and suggesting possible outcomes that appealed to her sexual fantasies. Plus she was sure that this time she could show Becky who was in charge and gain a measure of retribution for her treatment at the bitch's hands in their last encounter. Yes, she thought, it would give her some much needed closure on that 'incident'.

*

Sarah knew it was a mistake to be driving towards the towns red light district, her target the very street that Becky had been arrested on a couple of weeks earlier. She knew it was a dumb thing to do. Dumb and possibly dangerous, this wasn't a nice part of town at all, most unsavoury. She knew if she was spotted hanging around down here it would not be healthy for her career either, but knowing all these things and being able to deny her mind was proving beyond her. 

She found the street alright and set about trying to cruise down it as inconspicuously as possible (which only made her stand out even more) and she didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed that there was no sign of Becky, there were other girls standing there, obviously at 'work' but none that resembled Sarah's erstwhile pupil and tormentor. She didn't have the nerve to stop so just kept going and made her way back to go down the street again but again there was no sign. She headed home and the sensible side of her mind took over convincing herself that taking that risk once was enough and that she could never find Becky like that. And she managed to stay convinced of that all the way up to eleven o'clock the next night (Friday), when having spent a fitful evening watching banal reality TV shows Sarah decided she should give the street one more cruise in the hope she could find Becky and do what she needed to do.

Even as she drove Sarah told herself it was a fools errand, Becky was hardly likely to go back to the same spot she had been arrested was she? So at least her sensible side could take solace that this risk was unlikely to get any worse than yet another wasted journey with her heart hammering at her rib cage in excitement and fear.

But no sooner had Sarah turned her car into that 'Hooker's Alley' when who should be standing at the side of the road but Becky and she was leaning out hoping this driver would come to a stop at her. Sarah unconsciously took her foot off the accelerator and slowed right down to peer at Becky in the gloomy light afforded from the overhead street light. Becky looked as striking as ever, her jet black hair longer than when last Sarah had seen it while she was clad in what could only be described as whores clothes -- a black bustier that showed lots of cleavage, a black leather miniskirt, fish net tights and black knee high boots. She was also furiously chewing gum as Sarah drew her car to a halt right next to Becky and wound down the window. Her heart was beating like a drum, what on earth was she doing?

"Hey mister, you looking for...a...good...time..."

Becky's disinterested, mocking voice died on her lips once she had leaned on the window and seen who was in the car. She sneered at her former teacher and made to push herself away from the car.

"Wait! Becky, get in!" shouted Sarah with an element of pleading that she had not intended to show.

Becky stopped and spun around, spitting at her feet as she snarled at Sarah.

"What do you want cunt? You come here to see what I've come to? Is that it? Want some petty revenge for what I did to you at the hotel? Well why don't you take your well to do, pampered teacher's ass out of here before you really get hurt! GO ON! FUCK OFF!"

Miss Price really hadn't thought this through very well and in her confusion blurted out.

"Becky! Wait! Look, I'll pay you, get in!"

At the mention of Sarah paying her Becky stopped in her tracks and looked at her in a completely different manner and in a few short seconds she was in the car and sat in the passenger seat looking mockingly at her former teacher.

There was an awkward silence. Sarah really didn't know exactly what she was doing. Becky turned to her former teacher and demanded some answers.

"So what do you want Miss Price? Because my time is money you know? You want an hour with me? Going to cost you fifty in the car or for a hundred we can go back to my flat and we can have a bit of privacy."

Sarah was out of her depth here and they both knew it, still privacy did appeal to her and she told Becky as much and with a nod and quick instruction for directions they were headed in the car to Becky's flat. It was not a salubrious location, the flat was just around the corner from the street Becky had been working and was up one flight of stairs to a run down, graffiti clad door that Becky shoved open and ushered her former teacher into its stale aroma. Becky directed Sarah into a small bedroom off the corridor and finally closed the door behind her and turned on a muted, dim bedside light and sat on a dilapidated mattress.

"Becky, I think......"

Sarah's second thoughts about this were at last finding voice but she was cut off once again by the teenage prostitute.

"Look Miss Price (the name was spoken with the utmost contempt) , you hired me for the hour so pay up now, cash in my hand and we can get started with whatever you want."

It was blunt and to the point and seemed to snap Sarah out of her fog of confusion. She reached for her handbag and handed over the hundred pounds and suddenly her kinky side of her brain kicked into action.

"OK, so you'll do what I want for an hour will you? Well I suppose it's worth paying for that because it's more than I ever got from you as a pupil!"

Becky sneered at her for that comment as she tucked the money into a small purse after counting it.

"Ok Becky, you were right I do want a bit of payback for what you did to me, with Mark's help, in that hotel room, so first off I want you to get over here and bend over my knee, I think I'm going to give you the spanking I think you've deserved for a very long time!"

She scowled at the pretty young teacher even more but did not protest, she wanted to keep that cash. Plus Becky was a conniving little bitch and was already trying to think of some spin she could put on this situation to turn it to her own advantage. So she reluctantly approached Sarah (who was now sitting on the edge of the bed) and she deliberately hiked her short black skirt up around her waist (clearly showing that she was wearing no panties and had adopted a no bush rule since starting being a whore) and placed herself right over Sarah's knees. Sarah could not help but admire the smooth round ass cheeks she was staring down at, they looked good enough to eat. Now Sarah had an idea what she wanted from this confrontation she set to work and starting with gentle spanks and getting progressively harder she began to spank her former unruly pupil.

Slap!

Slap! Slap!

SLAP!

SLAP! SLAP!

She gave her thirty spanks that had turned the teenagers arse cheeks bright red before she took a break and pushed Becky off her knees and back to her feet. Becky had not made a noise while being spanked, she was a hard bitch and not likely to show any signs of submission of fear to anyone unless in extreme circumstances. That didn't stop her rubbing her sore backside and asking sarcastically.

"Is that all you wanted? Bit of a waste of time wasn't it?"

God she was just so cheeky and brazen. She was daring Sarah to go further. Sarah lost her cool for a moment and stood and went to back hand slap Becky but somehow managed to pull up short before the blow landed. Becky did not even flinch and just curled her lips into that ugly sneer of hers.

"Well Miss are we done here?"

There was a battle of wills going on between these two women who disliked each other and Sarah was damned if she was going to let Becky get off so cheaply. If she had been thinking straight she would have got the hell out of there but then again if she had been thinking straight in the first place she wouldn't have been anywhere near Becky Holt. With a sparkle in her eye Sarah tried an even more dominant voice.

"Shut up you arrogant little whore! And that's all you are Becky -- a whore. You want to earn your money, fine, get undressed and kneel on the carpet there, let me see that body you're selling, see if it's worth anything at all!"

Both were taken aback by Sarah's change in attitude but both knew it was just an act, however, Becky did, reluctantly do what she was told and undressed completely before her old teacher. What a hot body the young slut had, her stomach was wash board flat and her breasts young and pert with nice, big nipples. Once she was standing there naked Sarah was really quite taken with how sexy the minx actually was, so taken that she did not pick up on the fact Becky was not going to kneel for her. Their eyes met, Becky's challenging Sarah to go further and it was the elders that broke contact first. Her rational mind finally taking over and convincing her this was not the way. She turned from Becky, suddenly unable to look at her and picked up her purse ready to leave. Her voice cracked as she turned away.

"Get dressed Becky, get dressed, keep the money, I-I don't want to do this, I..."

She turned to leave but was stopped at the door by Becky's hand on her arm, Becky spun her around and pushed Sarah against the back of the door, leaning in real close so that her naked body pressed against Sarah's and their faces were inches apart.

"Know what I think Miss Price? I think that though you might have squealed and cried and complained about how I treated you in that hotel room, secretly you loved every minute of it. I'm right aren't I?"

Sarah shook her head and tried to reach for the door knob again but Becky batted her hand away then used her own hand to press hard against the crotch of the trousers Sarah was wearing.

"You're wet aren't you Miss? Not because you spanked me but because you are attracted to me, aren't you? And you want to submit to me don't you? You want me to treat you like a piece of fucking shit, don't you? You got off on it, didn't you? Well tell me I'm wrong?"

Becky just kept banging on and on in the same vein and with every word she spoke Sarah believed she was right more and more, she wanted to deny it but couldn't find the words and as the teenage whore continued to badger her the teacher's mind just gave in and she found herself nodding agreement and almost crying as she finally faced the stark truth that it hadn't been revenge she was seeking but a replay of her complete and utter domination at the hands of Becky.

Becky smiled her cruel smile and grabbed Sarah's chin in her hand and squeezed it, slightly distorting Sarah's pretty face.

"Yeah, I thought so bitch. Well I'll tell you what I'm busy tonight but be here, at this flat tomorrow at seven and I'll give you a re-run, if you're not too scared that is."

And with that Becky moved back and opened the door and physically pushed Sarah out onto the dim landing and before Becky slammed the door shut she had one last instruction for her former teacher.

"You be here bitch and you make sure you are wearing school uniform, it's time I really took YOU to school!"

*

Sarah was NOT going to do this. No way. No chance. However she had felt last night there was no way she was going to allow herself to submit to that little bitch Becky. I mean, Jesus! Thinking back to what Becky did to her in that set up in the hotel room months ago. She had made her lick former pupils feet, suck the cocks of others, been fucked in the pussy and ass, made to lick out a former female pupil and all the while Becky had dominated her as she orchestrated proceedings. Then she had made Sarah cut her own hair off before leaving her to hitch home in a tiny shirt and micro mini skirt, so no, there was no way she was going to do this tonight. No. She had just been curious last night, wanted to get closure and felt she had got it. It was over, curiosity sated. But if that was the case why was Sarah standing looking at her reflection in her bedroom's full length mirror and seeing that she was dressed in knee length white socks, a puffed out black skirt and white blouse and why was she busy trying to tie that tie around her collar?

Oh she was going tonight, no matter how hard the sensible side of her brain tried to talk her out of it, she was going all right.

She was literally shaking when, twenty minutes later, she got into her car, dressed exactly as Becky had instructed her. The drive was a blur to her and before she even knew it she had arrived outside Becky's flat. She had felt compelled by some dark desire to come here, like this, to so openly show her submission to that horrible girl, there must be something wrong with her she thought, but knowing it didn't mean she was strong enough to fight against it. Even now, minutes before entering the proverbial lion's den she could feel the warm dampness at her crotch -- she was aroused at what she was about to subject herself to.

Standing at the door waiting to ring the bell Sarah had one last surge of doubt in her mind and actually managed to turn from it and move one step towards the steps back down when the door opened and there stood Becky, waiting and suddenly all opportunity to back out was lost. Becky knew that she had come and could see that she was dressed as a schoolgirl, and in truth standing there Sarah felt like a naughty schoolgirl. There was no doubt the power now lay entirely with her former pupil.

"Miss Price, I knew you would come. But where do you think you're going? You weren't going to chicken out were you? What's the matter, are you scared of me?"

"Becky, look I, there's been a mistake, I..."

Sarah's pathetic protestations were cut off by a vicious slap from Becky to her left cheek. Before Sarah could react Becky had grabbed a hold of Sarah's light brown hair and began hauling her into the flat.

"SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP. BITCH!"

Once they were in the flat Becky threw Sarah to the floor and towered over her, her boot menacingly hovering between Sarah's legs.

"Listen up. Stop kidding yourself, you didn't need to seek me out last night -- you wanted to! And you didn't have to come back here today, did you? But you wanted to? Look at you, you're dressed like a fucking stupid schoolgirl. Is that how you normally dress? No, you're like that because I wanted it, because you want me to treat you like the piece of shit whore you are. And you love it. Don't you? Come on tell me you love being treated like a piece of shit whore!"

Sarah lay on the filthy floor, propping herself up on her elbows and looked up at Becky and knew that as distasteful as it was to face that what she said was true, she was totally getting off on this situation- so what the hell.

"I-I'm, a w-whore."

Becky's foot pressed on Sarah's skirt at her crotch and pushed down on her pussy below.

"NO. That's not what I said. Tell me you're a fucking piece of shit whore."

"I-I'm a f-fucking, p-piece of s-shit whore."

"And you want me to humiliate you, don't you whore?"

"Yes, Becky, please humiliate me. Make me feel like I felt in that hotel room, please."

The foot pressed down slightly harder.

"That's Miss Holt from now on slut, and you'd better not forget it!"

Becky lifted her shoe from Sarah's crotch and nimbly moved around Sarah and then held that self same shoe above Sarah's trembling face.

"Glad you realise it slut, now I want you to show me how submissive you are to me, lick the sole of my boot!"

What a disgusting prospect for the pretty teacher, to lick the dirty sole of Becky's battered looking 'hooking' boot. I mean, god knows how many times the teenage whore had walked up and down the pavements wearing those boots , waiting to turn a trick with a client, using them to stub out her half smoked cigarette butts and what ever else detritus or crud was under them. But Sarah wanted to be dominated by Becky, wanted to feel helpless once again wanted to feel like a pathetic wretch in the claws of a monster. How humiliating. Sarah could not look at Becky as she opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue and began to tentatively lick at the worn sole above her. Becky cackled in amusement.

"Oh this is going to be the best night ever!"

Once she had started Sarah could not stop herself, no matter how much her brain railed against what she was doing. Her tongue covered every inch of that boot and then the other one when Becky presented it to her while telling her all the things she might have walked in. If Sarah's position of submission had ever been in doubt it was not now, now both knew that Sarah would just about do anything she was told.

Becky took a firm grip of her former teacher's tresses and hauled her to her feet before physically dragging her into the living room of that miserable flat, she easily bent Sarah over the side of a dirty armchair and yanked up her skirt to reveal Sarah's white cotton panties, these Becky ripped off, tugging Sarah every which way in the process. Becky's firm hand on the back of Sarah's head keeping her in place.

"Thought you could spank me the other night did you? Well I'll show you how naughty bitches like you should be punished Miss!"

With Sarah's pert bottom cheeks perfectly exposed she was the ideal target for the thin cane that Becky picked up and slashed viciously down with, creating a red line right across Sarah's bottom and a satisfying yelp from the submissive teacher.

Sarah felt the sharp sting of the cane resonate through her bottom and into her whole body and actually shivered physically at the feeling that went through her. Not just pain, this was something more, something that aroused and excited her and convinced her that she was doing what was right here, tonight, by submitting herself totally to Becky. Although the thought may have been abhorrent to her mind she was reacting as if this was right.

CRRRAAAKK.

Another forceful blow from the cane marked Sarah's backside, another angry red line appeared on her creamy skin.




Naughty Miss Ch. 02



"You see Miss, this is how you correct someone when they misbehave. Your spanks last night were nothing to me, let's see how you deal with twelve of these"

Sarah's mind spun, how could she take another ten of those shots? But at the same time she ached to reach down to her pussy and play with it as she lay there. She was not restrained, if she wanted to she could prevent this but rather than defend her arse she pushed it up higher for the next stroke and then the next. By the time the twelfth struck tears were in her eyes, her ass was a bright red and she felt ready to cum at the merest touch. Not that Becky was going to allow it.

The teenager licked the length of the cane while looking at the red pattern she had created on her former teacher's ass, she was turned on herself, this was much more fun that walking the streets hooking. Becky plunged her nails once more into Sarah's hair and jerked her head up to look at her and spat her words with contempt at her.

"What do you say to me for delivering that correction?"

"Thank you Miss Holt."

Becky smiled and slapped Sarah in the cheek before pushing her round and properly onto the sofa. Becky contemplated her like a cat that had just caught a mouse and she seemed unsure of exactly which torture to inflict next on her prey.

"You know Miss Price, I suppose you think this flat is dirty and disgusting. You're right, it is. But it's not my fault. I just don't have the time, what with giving hand jobs and blow jobs out there in the big, bad world. I mean my bathroom is in an even bigger mess, come on, I'll show you."

And with that Becky grabbed Sarah's hair yet again and tugged her off the sofa and led her through that dingy flat. They arrived at the narrow bathroom further along the corridor and Becky certainly wasn't lying, it was grotty, the grim and dust and dirt changing the white bathroom set to a decidedly non white colour. Becky pushed her slave to her knees before her and let her look around at this miserable room.

"Bad, isn't it? I want you to get started cleaning it up a bit, why don't you start with the toilet."

Sarah just looked at the horrible looking bowl and looked back at Becky looking for the cleaning materials. That look earned the teacher another slap and an arrogant young sneer.

"The only thing YOU are going to use to clean that bowl Miss Price is YOUR tongue."

Sarah looked back at the toilet and it suddenly dawned on her what she was being ordered to do. No! That was too much, she just wanted to be treated badly by Becky, sexually dominated, this was degrading, but she knew she could not stand up to the tough teenager now, she was well past that point. Instead she shuffled forward on her hands and knees towards the bowl and risked a look past the cracked, plastic seat. It was not a good idea.

Becky was right, it looked pretty bad. The water did not look so bad, it was clear enough, though the tissues and fag end floating in it were hardly appetising. The bowl itself was horrible, there were hairs on it, stains on it and there was a particularly unpleasant aroma to it.

"Get started Teach, I'm going to get another little treat for you."

With Becky away Sarah could have got up and made a break for it but she didn't, she reached her hand down to play gently at her wet pussy and bent her head over the rim of the bowl and extended her tongue, she could not believe she was doing this. But she did, she started to lick the rim of the bowl with her tongue and felt like such a dirty bitch doing it. God, she was so degraded but how could she also be so turned on?

Sarah ignored the taste and smell as much as possible and in a few moments she had something else completely to take her mind off her menial task, Becky had returned and strapped around her crotch was an obscenely large black dildo. It was a shiny and jet black and looked to be at least ten inches long. And it made Sarah as wet as hell wielded by her former troublesome pupil.

"What the fuck are you looking at bitch! I told you to get cleaning that bowl so get cleaning!"

Becky stepped forward and delivered a hard spank to Sarah's already stinging backside that encouraged the teacher to get back to her menial task of licking the toilet bowl, all the time wondering about that amazing dildo. Then she felt it's cold tip prod against her bottom as Becky got down on her knees behind her.

"You know Miss Price, there are men out there, filthy, nasty men, who pay me good money to fuck them up their arses with this. Disgusting, isn't it? I mean why should I be fucking men up the arse when I could be buggering sluts like you!"

Sarah gave a shiver of excitement and purposely dipped her head right into the bowl to lick the rim as she felt her thighs pulled apart and felt the tip push its way inside her puckered anus. It was a tight fit and the thought that this thing had been used to fuck some of Becky's kinkier clients just made it all the more exciting until it forced its way right into her ass and the reality hit her.

God it was big. It felt like it filled her ass up, like she was having a huge shit that got stuck and then Becky slowly pulled it back before ramming it in again and really fucking her with it. Then Becky's hand snaked around her neck and grabbed the tie Sarah was wearing. She pulled it round so the knot was on the back of Sarah's neck and Becky pulled on it so that she was choking Sarah while fucking her. The effect was like nothing Sarah had ever experienced before, she felt light headed but also unbelievably turned on and even like that her tongue strained forward to try and lick at the stained porcelain. And all the time her own hand was reaching down and rubbing at her own pussy.

"Yes! That's it you filthy whore Miss Price! Make yourself cum while I fuck your ass and choke you! Go on play with yourself!"

She did not need telling twice and instantly her hand speed increased and the fire in her crotch just got hotter and hotter. She was rapidly losing consciousness as Becky tugged hard on the tie, choking her while at the same time ramming the dildo right up Sarah's ass but she kept up her hand work on her clit and came in a gushing fountain all over the tiled floor of the bathroom and Becky finally lessened the tautness of the tie, allowing the beautiful teacher to breath more easily.

Sarah gasped at what she had just done and the amazing feeling rushing through her body, she felt light headed and high and almost physically empty and for that moment had stopped licking the bowl. Becky was not slow to notice. She pulled her plastic cock from Sarah and reached down to pull her by the hair so that she knelt facing her and in once stroke shoved her dildo straight from Sarah's ass into her very own mouth, all the way until she gagged on it.

"Suck it bitch!" demanded the teenager.

Sarah struggled to fit her mouth and tongue around the shit stained dildo and had to force herself not to wretch on the taste and smell but she was feeling wonderfully degraded and was experiencing feelings that she had never encountered before.

"Dirty slut!" exclaimed Becky as it dawned on her that her ex teacher was actually starting to enjoy the depths she was sinking to. She leaned over and spat on Sarah's face and then with little warning again grabbed her hair and this time forced Sarah's head right into the toilet bowl until her nose was actually in the water and once she was there gleefully flushed the toilet.

Amidst the tumult of cold water Becky kept a firm hold of the back of Sarah's head and kept her face in there, her brown hair being tumbled and tossed asunder. When the flush finally came to an end she released Sarah and she came up spluttering, gasping, and looking like a complete fucking mess. As she knelt there on the toilet floor Becky directed her to lick up her own juices from her earlier climax. As she did so Becky laid out where the rest night might lead them.

"You know Miss Price, all this entertaining you hasn't earned me much money has it? And a girl has to work, you know. To pay the bills. So what I reckoned anyway was that maybe you could do some 'work' for me, earn a bit of keep, eh? What do you say teach? Fancy being a hooker?"

Sarah had wondered if this would come and had tossed the idea in her head all day, at first her kinky side had been in ascendancy and she had thought that she would agree to do it but as time came closer to her return to Becky's she increasingly saw the inherent risk in it and prayed that Becky would not suggest it. She could see the newspaper headlines about a teacher caught selling sex on the streets and just imagine her colleagues shock and disgust. Yet, still there was something about the thought that nagged at her and played at her sense of risk.

To start though she begged not to do it, knowing that was pointless. 

"Please Becky, that's too much. Please don't make me do that."

She was suitably pathetic in her pleading. Becky looked down at her and sneered before slapping Sarah's cheek with the back of her hand.

"What? You think you're too good for me to pimp your sorry ass, bitch? You think you're too good for this? You are nothing more than a two bit whore and you know it, all you will be doing is proving it. Plus like I said I need to get some recompense for tonight don't I?"

Sarah argued on but it was hopeless and the truth was her heart wasn't in it, that piece of her heart and mind that wanted to live her prostitute fantasy was taking her over now. Becky literally tore Sarah's schoolgirl uniform from her body, tossing the remnants into the damp bath beside the toilet, then demanded the teacher follow her to her bedroom.

In the grimy, dull bedroom Becky produced a black bra top and a short skirt and told Sarah to get into them. They were both a bit too small for her but she squeezed into them. One look at the cracked mirror in the room confirmed she looked every inch a street whore. Becky gave her a disposable wipe and told her to clean herself up but she was still a mess when they left the apartment and went out into the cold, dark night. But not all Sarah's shivers were due to the temperature. What on earth was she doing?

Minutes later and both girls were walking the mean streets, Sarah reluctantly hanging back as Becky brashly marched forward past other working girls. They looked at Sarah with disdain in their eyes, new pretty girls were hardly welcome round these parts of town. Snide remarks were made and implied as Becky led her further into the night and finally left her standing, exposed on a street corner under the harsh orange glow of the street lamp. 

The previous night Becky had arranged with two of her regular punters for them to come around at allotted times in the certainty that she could 'convince' Miss Price to do this but she was not about to let Sarah know this. She had collected their payment then to let her really get under Sarah's skin, this was going to be so enjoyable for the evil Becky.

Five minutes of waiting around and this was starting to feel like a really big mistake for Sarah Price. Though she rubbed her arms she was still cold and she felt so damned exposed now that Becky had retreated into the shadows to watch. Sarah's mind filled with images of a police car coming down the street and picking her up and all the ensuing headlines and humiliation that would involve. Yet why was she here? She was here because she wanted to submit to Becky's will, wanted to be abused by her, got off on it indeed. And then her thoughts were interrupted as a battered old car came to a halt beside her.

This was Tony (or fat Tony as all the girls in the red light district called him on account of his obesity). Tony was a regular with Becky and she made good money from him. He was a bit simple and spent his money on blow jobs, only blow jobs. The only caveat to that was once his dick was in a girl's mouth it seemed to transform him into a wild beast and he was really quite rough as he fucked the girls face. Of course Becky was not about to tell Sarah this. She would find that out soon enough.

Tony parked up and got out of the car, Sarah was intimidated enough by the size of the man -- he as monster! Just over six foot and he must have been well over twenty stone, he lumbered towards the teacher. Once again that voice of reason in Sarah's head tried to get through, tried to make her see sense and abandon this but she was too far gone on the depravity of this. She was getting wet once again at being made to sexually service this lump for cash.

Somewhat bizarrely he took her hand and gently led her down a dark alley once he had parked his car up and as they walked he explained that he wanted oral sex and that was all. Sarah was relieved that was all he wanted and never even had the wits to ask for the cash up front. Slightly behind and keeping out of the way, Becky watched from the shadows as Sarah sunk to her knees before the brute of a man and undid his zipper.

The teacher gulped and once more wondered at the depths she had allowed herself to sink to. She felt so dirty, so filthy and immersed in the towns grime and worst of all she felt at home there, more comfortable than her prim and proper job at the school, maybe this was where she belonged. And then Tony's fat, sweaty cock entered her mouth and everything changed. For a moment she had time to think that she was now properly acting like a whore. She was sucking this guy's cock for money, she was a prostitute. The thought excited her momentarily until he reached down, grabbed her head by the ears and started to fuck her mouth really hard and fast.

Becky lurked in the shadows of the alley watching and smiled because she knew just what Miss Price was going through right about then. The dizziness and nausea as your head was fucked like that while also having a thick cock probing and pressing in towards your throat. Yep, her old teacher was going to be earning her money with this 'job'.

There was not a lot Sarah could do but kneel there in the gloom and allow him to have his way with her mouth, she tried to struggle and change her position but it was pointless with him jack hammering into her mouth so fast, his big, hairy balls bouncing continuously against her saliva covered chin. Then after a few minutes that seemed to last for hours to Sarah, he tensed up and still gripping her head he began to cum in hot, fast spurts in her mouth and down her throat. He groaned and gasped as each spurt flew out of his cock and before long Sarah's tongue was coated in cum and a small dribble was escaping her mouth from the corner and trickling down.

The big lummox turned all shy again, as if he couldn't wait to be away from there. He fumbled in his pocket and withdrew a crumpled five pound note and pressed it into Sarah's surprised hand. Five pounds! Five pounds for enduring a face fucking like that! Sarah's heart sunk. Was this really the depths she had to sink to to get off? Unknown to her though Becky had got the real fee earlier and pocketed it and told Tony to give Sarah the minimum amount to "make her feel like the cheap whore she wanted to be".

It was not long before Sarah was servicing her second punter of the evening, another one of Becky's regulars, a big Scandinavian brute called Lars and he was known by all the working girls as "Lars who likes to stick it in the arse". They were in the same alley as before, the teacher still with cum drying on her chin when she was told to bend over a dumpster and the man yanked her skirt up over her arse from behind and exposed her bare backside. He was an extremely well hung guy and gave her the ass fuck of her life (the second of that never ending evening) but this one ended with a full load of cum being spunked deep in her bowels and as he too paid her only a five pound note Sarah started to sob as cum dribbled down her inner thighs.

Figuring she was done for the night Becky led her back to the flat and her final humiliations. That fateful first night where Becky and her gang had almost ambushed and kidnapped Sarah in the hotel room when all she had been looking for was some kinky, no-strings sex had been burned into both girls memories and both knew fine that the most embarrassing and humiliation moment for Sarah, far from being forced to sexually service a range of former pupils was when Becky had demand the pretty teacher hack off much of her hair with a pair of scissors. It had been demeaning and humiliating but both women had been sporting absolutely soaking pussies as she had done it, both for very different reasons.

Back in the flat, Becky intended to re-create this moment, only this time she was determined to make Sarah go even further. Sarah was broken, she could see that and would do whatever Becky demanded of her.

"Get down on your knees teach!"

Sarah dropped obediently to her knees and Becky produced an electric shaver from a drawer, she had got a client of hers to bring it that afternoon on one of her home visits. Becky handed the shaver to Sarah and they shared a look. Sarah knew what she was going to be asked to do and so desperately wanted to find the inner strength to refuse but when Becky barked at her she just obeyed.

"Now shave your head. Go on shave it all off. I want you bald!"

Almost like a junkie Sarah was apparently helpless and she raised her shaking hand to her head, positioned the shaver right at the centre of her hairline at the front and, after a pregnant pause, switched it on and pulled it right through the length of her hair. A whole mop of her once beautiful brown hair fell into her shoulders and Becky cracked a smile at the straight line up the middle of her head and egged her on to complete the job.

Ten minutes it took. Ten excruciatingly long minutes and by the end Sarah Price was totally bald and had to physically stop herself playing with her wet pussy. Becky helped finished her scalp off, making sure every last bit of hair was removed from her head

"Might not be the wet dream fantasy figure for all those horny school boys now, eh Miss?"

Sarah just nodded her agreement and ran one hand over her pate while her other hand lost its battle and began to finger her pussy. Becky watched as Sarah came to a gushing climax, spraying her cum all over the scattered hair on the floor.

"You can go home now Miss Price, I'm finished with you for now. But you'd better be at school tomorrow and I'll expect you back here tomorrow night, I've more clients I can whore you out to, lots more." 



Naughty Miss Ch. 03



Sarah Price woke up the next morning and for a few moments the previous evening's events seemed like a very vivid, very real, bad dream. And then her hand reached up to her head and felt nothing but her pate, her regrown, silky brown tresses gone again. And then she felt the ache in her jaw, her pussy and her asshole from their over use by Becky and her two clients. Oh last night was no bad dream it had been as real as real could get but that didn't mean it wasn't a total NIGHTMARE.

*

Sarah had initially wanted to call in sick, to take the day off to recover, to think about her next move. But young Becky's demands of the previous evening came back to her.

"You will go to work tomorrow, I'll be watching to make sure you do."

And Sarah was unlikely ever to deny her former pupil ever again, last night had been a total submission to Becky, shaving her own head bald a sign of her total compliance to the young prostitute. So, reluctantly Sarah went though her normal morning routine of showering and breakfast and getting dressed ready for her day's work teaching at her Bristol High School. She did make one concession though, wearing a woollen beret pulled right down to her ears to hide her newly bald head. But as Sarah approached the front gates to Summerdale School, where she taught, who was leaning against the railing but Becky! She was cockily chewing gum and her face broke into a cruel smile as she saw Sarah recognise her and her stride falter.

"Alright Miss Price! Fancy seeing you here."

Then lower under her breath, in a threatening hiss

"Get over here you fucking cunt." 

Sarah moved in front of Becky and pleaded with her not to make a scene here. Becky smiled again and cheerfully removed Sarah's headgear.

"Ok Baldie, just for you but if you ever wear a hat to school again I'll make you regret it. Now run along Miss Price. We wouldn't want you being late would we?"

That morning was a nightmare for Sarah, her entrance to the Staff Room caused enough of a stir that conversations broke off as everyone, it seemed, was hypnotised by the teachers bald head. She dodged most of the questions and hurried to her class where the general sense of disbelief was joined by more than a little mockery from her older pupils as she tried to concentrate of English Literature. All day long Sarah burned with total humiliation, which also meant she was extremely aroused by the end of the day. But if she had any plans of doing anything about that they were swiftly forgotten when she discovered Becky again at the school gates when it came time for her to head home.

Turns out Becky had plans for the two of them that night, a bit of shopping.........

*

The Store was called "DIRTY DICK'S". It was a seedy adult video / toy store and it more than lived up to its name. Becky and Sarah had got on the bus after school and a few hundred metre walk in this less salubrious area of the city had taken them here. Sarah had that awful / wonderful sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach again. Becky led them on, literally pulling her older ex-teacher into the shop doorway.

Inside it was pretty quiet, there were a couple of guys looking at DVD's and one that seemed to be scanning the magazine racks with intense interest. Behind the counter a large black man was reading a newspaper but looked up as they entered, he didn't get many pretty girls coming in here, that was for sure, even if the older one was bald.

Sarah finally found her voice, she shook Becky's hand off her elbow and hissed at her under her breath.

"What are we here for Becky?"

Becky just smiled at her.

"I told you I've got a bit of shopping I want done. Maybe get a new strap on, some lube, maybe even a few magazines, lets browse."

Sarah was as uncomfortable as hell in that place, the men were openly staring at them and wherever she diverted her gaze to was covered with lewd pictures of nude men and women. Becky, meantime, seemed perfectly at home here, she casually picked up various items off the shelves and looked at them before putting them back. She told Sarah to follow her and before they knew it they were at the dildo section and Becky was picking up and appraising various plastic cocks.

"What do you think of this one Miss Price? Think you could handle it?"

Becky was holding up a really thick, ten-inch black, veined vibrator for Sarah to get a close inspection. Sarah shied away from the thing stuck in her face but even as she did she couldn't help wonder if she could take such a monster and get a little bit wet at the thought. Becky put it down and moved on towards the section with strap-on dildos and started making a big production of putting them up against her crotch and aiming them at Sarah, much to the interest of a new customer that had just come in to the store. She finally tossed the one in her hand to Sarah.

"Here bitch, see if you can get your lips around it, if it fits then we'll take it."

Sarah held it and looked blankly at her ex-pupil. That was pretty dumb as Becky took it back from her and pretty much forced it into Sarah's shocked mouth.

"Are you fucking stupid cunt? I said try it out, see if you can suck the fucking thing?"

Becky was so vehement that Sarah just slid it into her mouth and sucked it, it fitted --just. But she was so humiliated having sucked a plastic dildo in a sex shop while various men watched her and she just wanted to get out of there. Becky had more shopping to do yet, though. She wandered the aisles until she got to lubricants and picked up a couple of tubes before coming back to Sarah who was still holding onto the chosen strap-on.

"Here give me that. What I want you to do is head over to the magazines and get a couple. Make sure they are real nasty ones, I want ones featuring white girls and black guys, at least two, three if you like the look of others."

Sarah had learned her lesson on dithering and made off towards the magazine racks with her young Mistresses commands still in the air. She was more than a little distressed to find two guys standing at the magazine racks perusing them when she arrived. She ended up standing between them, the guy on her right was an older man, wearing a tatty brown raincoat and was almost a stereotype of a dirty old man. He leered at her and the porno magazine he was looking at in his hand. Sarah shuddered and turned away. To he left was a tall black guy looking at some of the types of title Becky had told her to get. He seemed to be lifting each one up, scanning the cover then moving on to the next one. Sarah hoped he'd hurry up. Then Becky appeared at the end of the magazine aisle.

"Sarah, what's taking you? I want to get home at try this strap on out!"

It was not spoken quietly by the mischievous teen. Sarah looked at the black guy and he gave her the biggest shit-eating smile she had ever seen.

"Er, excuse me."

She reached up but depressingly her hand came up a little short of the row she wanted.

"Here, honey, let me help you, which one you wanting?"

Sarah gulped, this was so embarrassing but at the same time such a turn on.

"Er, that one, please."

He smiled again and lifted the one up she had pointed to.

"What, "Blacks on Blondes"?" the cover showed a naked blonde girl on her knees surrounded by six black cocks.

"Um, yes please. And, er, could you pass that one next to it too please?"

"What? 'Chocolate Loving Sluts?' Girl you must dig the interracial porn! Maybe you and I could hook up some time? Know what I mean?"

Sarah took the magazines and nodded and headed away after Becky as quickly as she could. The two of them arrived at the counter where the big, fat black shop assistant was waiting. He scanned the items as Sarah gave them to him and as he went to tell them the bill Becky landed her next shocking move.

"Say Kris (name off his badge) any discount for head?"

Without even looking up her said "ten percent". Sarah looked on bewildered and again Becky had to fill her in.

"You heard the man Miss Price, you get round there behind the counter and suck him off and we get a discount. Well? What are you waiting for? Get going?"

Sarah was behind the counter and on her knees before she knew what was happening. She had never sucked black cock before, but she was surely going to now. He had a very fat and slimy cock when he released it from his zipper and Sarah very obediently took it in her mouth and started sucking it. Becky was very quickly converting her to little more than a cock hound, and it was not proving to be that difficult, Sarah had had it inside her all her days. While she orally serviced the shop assistant Becky stood looking at some of the other toys and looking at the magazines Sarah had chosen.

It was a humiliating, tawdry blow job. Given to a guy Sarah had never exchanged a word to on the say so of a violent, domineering ex-pupil yet why was Sarah soaking in her panties? Why did this turn her on so much? He came quickly, filling her mouth with his sour, thick seed, squeezing the dregs onto her lips before she wiped her face and got to her feet again. She unsteadily made her way back to the other side of the counter and stood beside Becky. Kris told her the damage.

"That's fifty pounds with the discount."

Becky smirked wickedly.

"Tell you what, forget the discount, the dumb bitch is paying so you can have that as a freebie. Come on Miss Price pay the man and get a move on, I want to see if that strap on will see some ass to mouth action tonight."

*

Becky's domination of Sarah continued for the next month or so, most evenings and weekends using the teacher for her own amusement. Over that time Sarah accepted her position and became even more obedient to Becky, even though outwardly she tried to fight it. Plus her hair started to grow back and Becky seemed happy enough to allow it --for now. 

It was a Friday morning and Sarah was staring out the window while her class worked away. She wondered what Becky had in store for her that weekend. Her panties were wet already. Then the door opened and the school helper came in with a note for her and Sarah, a little surprised, took it and read it. It would appear the weekend was starting early.

"HELLO BITCH. HOPE YOU ARE WORKING REAL HARD. LUNCHTIME, IMMEDIATELY AFTER THE BELL COME TO THE GIRLS TOILETS ON THE THIRD FLOOR. BE IN THE LAST CUBICLE. WE ARE GOING TO HAVE SOME FUN. MISTRESS BECKY.X."

Sarah read the note four times, each time having to fight off the urge to reach down to her crotch and rub herself through her skirt. Becky had never been so daring as to bring her dominance to school before and the thought of the thrill of this aroused Sarah more so than normal. It also worried her greatly. Still, she literally ran up the stairs at the lunch bell to her rendezvous.

Becky had chosen wisely. This was the least used of the toilets in the school, especially at lunchtime. When Sarah entered it was clearly deserted except for the last cubicle in the line, whose door was closed. Sarah gave a nervous cough as she approached it then when nothing else happened she tentatively knocked on it. She held her breath as the bolt inside clattered open and the door swung in and there stood Becky, clad in her old school uniform, looking every inch the naughty schoolgirl she had been. Even her long hair was done up in pigtails and rather than the harsh young prostitute she was she actually looked like a cute young woman. She beckoned Sarah to join her in the cubicle. Once she was in and the door locked behind her she wasted little time.

"Clothes off Miss, we've only got an hour of fun."

Sarah stripped nude immediately the thought of being naked in her work like this and her fate in Becky's hands an immediate turn on. Becky's finger found Sarah's pussy and felt the slipperiness before withdrawing. Becky then put her hands on Sarah's shoulders and pushed her down onto her knees on the cold wet tiles.

"I hope you are hungry bitch, because here's your school dinner!" she said as she lifted her short skirt to reveal her pussy, unshaven for two weeks now.

Despite her submission to her former pupil, Sarah had not eaten her out very much at all, but to being doing it here, in school was quite the shock. Sarah leaned forward and began to lick Becky's wet pussy lips before eagerly getting her tongue inside the folds and really giving her head. But no sooner had she started when the door to the toilets opened and she could hear two girls in the room at the sinks laughing and giggling, as schoolgirls are wont to do. Sarah froze but one glance up at Becky convinced her she was expected to continue giving head no matter who was out there. Really there was only an inch thick door and bolt between her and her job, the fear was thrilling.

When the girls outside finally left Becky really started grinding her crotch on Sarah's face and within moments she was cumming, spurting and spraying Sarah with her hot love juices.

"Leave them there Miss Price, you can wash up later. That wasn't the main reason I came here today - this is."

She held out a thick, black permanent marker pen to the naked teacher. Sarah took it tentatively already worried about what she might be about to be asked to do.

"Take it! And I want you to write on the wall -- MISS PRICE IS LLOYD WOODS BITCH. OK?"

Sarah just looked at Becky blankly, Lloyd was in her English class and was not a kid she particularly knew too much about. He was 18, coloured and not really the brightest. He was a big lad, well built but not all that attractive, pretty ugly actually. She knew he was from a rough background though and was a little bit intimidated if not scared by him and could well imagine he was fairly abusive.

"Becky, I can't write that." 

Becky reached around her and grabbed Sarah's right nipple and both pinched it and twisted it hard, Sarah yelped then hissed her discomforted.

"YOU. DON'T. SAY. CAN'T. TO.ME. You fucking write it bitch or I'll write it myself then write it all over your body and kick you out of here after I've flushed your clothes down the toilet!!"

She sounded, and was, deadly serious. Both of them knew Becky was capable of doing that so Sarah lifted the pen up and wrote the message.

"Bigger, I want it in big letters bitch!" Becky instructed her.

Sarah wrote the message, her stomach filled with an icy feeling as she finished. She had just written this lewd graffiti on the toilet stall wall about herself. If that was discovered it would be another sacking offence. She was living dangerously now, that was for sure. 

Becky smirked at the finished message.

"Good.Now go and write it on the walls of the other cubicles in here."

And with that instruction Becky undid the bolt, opened the door and pushed Sarah into the toilet room.

This was bad, if anyone came into the toilets right then they would discover Miss Price totally naked, with drying juices on her face and a large marker pen in her hand. She turned to knock on the door again but heard Becky snicker as she locked it again. 

"Better hurry up Miss Price, get writing because I'll check them all."

So Sarah spent the next few minutes frantically locking herself in one cubicle after another and writing the same perverted message on the walls of each until they were all done and she scampered back to Becky's cubicle still with no one else coming in. Becky thought it hilarious when the worried teacher made it back.

"Good, now between now and next week I want every toilet cubicle in school to have the same message I want everyone in here to see it. Understand? You fail and I will make you pay severely."

"B-But Becky, I can't...."

Sarah cut off at the look on Becky's face. Becky very deliberately held up Sarah's panties in her hand and dropped them in the toilet then flushed it. The message was clear, disobey and the rest would follow.

"JUST. FUCKING. DO.IT. OK? And from now on you don't wear panties to work, that should remind you what you're here for. And another thing, your English class with Lloyd in it? I want you to start picking on him a bit more. Make sure he gets some nice difficult questions that make him come across like the idiot he is, but embarrass him while you're doing it. And don't think I won't know if you don't -- I know everything you do Miss."

Sarah was lost for words and just nodded dumbly.

"Right! Now it's time to get my juices off your face but first, I'm bursting for a piss, get down on your knees and stick your head by the bowl, I'll aim for your mouth see how accurate I am!"

This was so gross. Sarah hated Becky's enjoyment of toilet play and watersports and didn't realise that it was Sarah's dislike for it that drove her to do it as often as she did. But the teacher knew she had disobeyed her young Mistress enough today so slumped to her knees and opened her mouth by the side of the bowl. Resting her chin on it. Becky hiked her short skirt up again around her waist and pushed her pelvis forward, standing over her she was evidently going to take her piss standing up!

Sarah closed her eyes as a stream of yellow piss sprayed out and splattered against her face, although Becky was attempting to target her mouth it was all rather scattershot and Sarah's face was heavily coated by the time she had stopped to a drip.

"Head in the bowl bitch, let's clean you up nice and proper."

Sarah stretched further over and placed her head right into the bowl, the water yellow inches below her as Becky flushed. When it was all over and Becky allowed Sarah to stand up her face was indeed cleaned of the piss and Becky's juice and for the first time she was actually glad she had a skinhead for a haircut at the moment, with her long hair it would have been a right mess and she had class in less than ten minutes. Becky handed her her clothes back and gave a final reminder.

"Remember Miss Price, no panties from now on and I want every toilet in this school having that message on them by the end of the week. Every toilet, boys and girls!"

As Sarah hurried away when the bell rang to signal the end of lunch, she had to ignore her damp clothing and her lateness because she had much bigger concerns right then.......

*

Although the plan was frankly bizarre and dangerous, Sarah did exactly as Becky told her for the rest of the week. Through sheer luck and good fortune she was never discovered daubing the obscenity about herself all over school. And within a few days she realised that a lot of the kids were staring at her differently and conversations seemed to be drying up when she entered classroom -- the kids were discussing what was written on the walls of the toilets and it embarrassed the hell out of the pretty young teacher.

Worse still was Lloyd. Sarah had paid him little attention in her class beforehand, he was just another pupil who didn't really want to be there. Now he was a brooding, hulking reminder of her secret life. And it seemed like he was looking at her funny now, no doubt he had seen at least some of the graffiti by then and while he couldn't have guessed it was Miss Price herself writing that about him, he was more than a little intrigued.

Although she didn't want to, Sarah also began to pay more attention to Lloyd in class. She began asking him the more difficult style questions Becky had told her to and he rarely was capable of answering them, much to his obvious annoyance. The whole situation was getting more and more uncomfortable for Sarah and also very obviously combustible.

Another week passed and Sarah was totally paranoid now, everyone in school must be speaking about that graffiti, asking if there was anything in it, was it Lloyd that was doing it? Or just laughing at her. As she made her way out of the school gates that night she spotted Becky sitting on the wall opposite waiting on her. Becky winked and jumped off as Sarah came out. Without saying anything and in full view of the school the teenage reached under Sarah's skirt and felt her pussy.




Naughty Miss Ch. 03



"No panties, well done Teach, you're learning! And I see you did well with the graffiti and I hear young Lloyd really doesn't like going to your class."

"No."

"Well he's going to hate tomorrows, bitch! Because you are going to be giving him a detention after school."

"What!? What for? I can't do that!"

"You can, and you will. Just make sure he's on detention, by himself, in your classroom at four tomorrow after school, I'll take care of the rest. Now gotta run, got a client in a few minutes unless you want to take him for me? Thought not, still you should try the school teacher look sometime when I'm whoring you out, might earn me extra!"

* It had been a tense afternoon for Sarah. The class with Lloyd had been just after lunch and actually it was not that difficult giving him a detention as he was rude and surly to her in class and very audibly called her a 'bitch' in the class. But he did not react well to being given the detention, and Sarah couldn't really blame him, after all Miss Price never kept pupils back and she had a reputation as one of the softest teachers in school.

He moaned about it and at one point Sarah thought he was going to march to the front of class and confront her but somehow he managed to keep his temper in check but it had obviously been quite a struggle and he and his band of friends sat in surly silence for the rest of the class glowering at her with ill intent, an air of menace in the classroom.

Her next class was better but she could not get what she had done from her mind and was totally distracted during it, she could only concentrate on thinking about what Becky had in store for her now. Whatever it was it was sure to be dangerous, risky, humiliating and kinky. And while all of that was cause for much concern there was no getting away from the fact that if Sarah was allowed to wear panties then she would be wetting them with excitement as she waited on the end of the school day.

Then just as the school bell sounded shrilly at four Becky appeared at her door, she waited for the last class to exit Miss Price's room and then moved in and without a word went into the large walk in cupboard at the back of her classroom, it was big enough for both of them to stand.

"You come in here five minutes after Lloyd arrives, give him a really shitty punishment exercise to write out, let's annoy him a bit more."

Sarah had no time to argue or comment because at that point Lloyd came storming into the room, slammed the door behind him, threw his bag on the ground and marched to the back of the classroom and planted himself angrily at his chair. He looked like thunder, his dark eyes boring into Miss Price as she came out of the cupboard nervously.

Sarah looked at him for a moment from behind her desk, he really was quite an ugly specimen. His face a little lumpy and misshapen, his skin extremely black his eyes and teeth contrastingly white. He was eighteen, well over six feet tall and heavy built too, he would make a good rugby player if he was in anyway sportingly inclined. Sarah gave him his exercise to write out and he just glowered at her angrily as she retreated to her desk.

She watched the clock for five minutes then returned to her cupboard where Becky was gleefully waiting.

"Right Miss. I want you to go and pull the blinds on your door and lock it, like you've gone home for the day. Then go up to Lloyd and ask him if it was him that has been writing all the graffiti about you. When he denies it ask him if he wished it were true, that you were his bitch. And from that point on you are his to do with as he sees fit, all I demand is that within five minutes you have his black cock in your mouth and within ten you are butt naked and bent over your desk letting him have free choice over which hole he wants to fill. Now go, get on with it, and remember, I'll be watching!"

Sarah exited the cupboard on legs of jelly. Oh Jesus, she had just been instructed by her young Mistress to suck and fuck one of her pupils in her own classroom! This was going to be some Friday afternoon.

Lloyd looked up angrily as Sarah stepped into the row he was sat in and walked towards him, her heart thundering in her chest. She walked right up to him and stood over him, nervously chewing on a nail and trying to find the words to start this. He picked up on her reluctance and her overall submissive demeanour and immediately took the lead. He looked up sarcastically.

"Well? Can I help you?"

Sarah swallowed hard.

"Erm, Lloyd I wanted to ask you something."

"Yeah, what is it?"

"Erm, well, I, erm, I'm sure you know that graffiti that has been around the school mentioning us both."

"What all that stuff saying you are my BITCH?" he said that so harshly Sarah gave a little start at his raised voice.

"Well, yes."

"It wasn't me that wrote it, I don't know who did it, is that why you kept me back and been picking on me in class?"

"I know it wasn't you that did it Lloyd. Erm, well, what I wondered was if you would like it to be true?"

That lost him and he looked at her quizzically, not following her drift at all. Sarah was going to have to spell it out in much simpler fashion. Seemingly taken over by the voice of Becky in her head the teacher held onto the edge of Lloyd's desk and lowered herself onto her knees beside him and holding eye contact she said.

"No, what I meant Lloyd, was do you want me to be your bitch? See it was me that wrote all that stuff on the toilet walls, me that said I was your bitch, and if you want it I will be, I'll be your bitch to do with whatever you want. Let me show you."

Lloyd was stunned and did nothing as his pretty teacher reached over and groped his dick through his trousers, squeezing his thick meat before undoing his zipper. She realised this was professional suicide but was gripped by her role as obedient sex slave of Becky and quite frankly right then she was so aroused that she would have done anything. Lloyd pushed his chair back a bit to give her easier access and she soon had his stiffening ebony cock out of his trousers and was stroking it and looking at it longingly. This was where she belonged -- on her knees servicing cock.

She bobbed her head forward and with Lloyd still in a stunned silence she took the eighteen year olds cock into her mouth and began to give him head. This cock flesh had a different smell and texture to other dicks she had sucked, it was a nasty, dirty sensation that just made her feel all the kinkier at what she was doing. The knowledge that Becky was watching this unfold, knowing that Sarah was so much in her thrall was another arousing factor.

"Urgh! Do I ever want you to be my bitch miss Price, do I fucking ever!"

Groaned Lloyd as he found his voice again and began realising that this was not some joke or wind up, his pretty English teacher as blowing him here in class. She looked up at him with wide, submissive eyes his cock still lodged in her mouth, trails of saliva and pre-cum starting to dribble from the corners of her mouth and down her chin. 

Lloyd was completely stunned by the way things had developed in the past few minutes. He couldn't really comprehend that his pretty teacher was sucking his cock, it was like his greatest wank fantasy come true. He leaned back in his chair and enjoyed the sight of the short haired bitch bobbing her head back and forth on his stiff rod, growing in daring he reached down and put both his big, black hands on Sarah's head and used them to force his cock that bit deeper into her mouth. He enjoyed the little half gag, half gargle she gave as his long member prodded the back of her throat and his hairy balls bristled against her chin.

"Yeah that's it bitch, you know your place!"

Oh God, that shouldn't have turned Sarah on, it should have repulsed her but then why did she desperately want to reach down to her soaking pussy and play with it? Perhaps that was also to do with the sure knowledge that Becky was observing this and probably playing with herself while doing so. Sarah also recalled the second part of her young Mistress's orders and the kinky side of her nature really took over from the sensible one.

With a few more urgent sucks she managed to pop Lloyd's staining member from her lips and smiled up at him then stood up and began unbuttoning her blouse before him and tried her sexiest, huskiest voice as she spoke.

"Tell you what Lloyd, I am going to take off all my clothes and go up to my desk and bend over it, give you a target so to speak. If you want you can come up there once I'm in position and help yourself, take any hole you want to fill and fill it with this big, black monster of yours."

She felt so dirty saying that and it was such a perverted thrill for her. She was committed now, had said and done it so there was no backing down. Her fingers finished the last button on her blouse and she removed it, dropping it at Lloyd's feet. She held his gaze as she reached her hands behind her back and undid her lacy bra and let it drop seductively down her arms, revealing her pert breasts to her agog student. But she did not stop there, no she continued to hook her fingers into the belt of her skirt and in one, sexy, fluid movement had brought it to her ankles and was standing there naked. 

Lloyd took in that his teacher was not wearing panties just moments before it dawned on him that her cunt was completely bald and shaven and literally dripping with excitement.

In just her shoes she turned around and walked sexily back to her desk and bent herself over it, her delectable ass facing her pupil. She waited in a state of high sexual anticipation. Her heart jumped as she heard him scrape his seat back behind her and the heavy footfall of his shoes as he walked towards her. But she did not look around. She looked up and saw Becky's camera pointed around the open door of the cupboard capturing this seminal moment in Sarah's descent.

As Lloyd got closer Sarah braced her arms on the desk and tried to relax her body this would be both the biggest and youngest cock she had ever had in her and she desperately hoped he would choose to enter her pussy and not her ass, but she knew the choice was not hers to make. And then she felt his rough, hard hands on her ass, pulling her cheeks apart and with a sinking feeling knew which hole he intended to fuck. He pressed up against her, his cock between her legs against her inner thighs and whispered in her ear.

"Think I'm going to fuck your ass bitch, ain't never had a bitch's asshole before. That OK with you?"

Sarah stifled a moan and nodded pathetically giving her assent for an anal invasion. Lloyd's hands prised his teachers asshole open and he guided his thick cock to it's opening rubbing his dripping wet cock against her tight hole before pressing the thick tip right against the opening. Sarah closed her eyes and bit her lip and tried to stifle her cry as she suddenly felt her ass being crammed fill with hard black meat.

Lloyd grinned as he felt Miss Price's tight asshole grip around his cock as he began to try and move backward and forward in it, he was just sorry that her hair had not grown back enough to grip on to but he compensated for that by reaching under her body and grabbing her tits and squeezing them as he shoved his pelvis forward with each fucking motion. Sarah was seeing stars, the sensation of having that monster in her ass was at once too much for her but also a total turn on, she looked to her right and saw the homework she had been marking only a few minutes previously, this was all so surreal. She felt his rough hands on her tits and her stomach rubbing against the now clammy top of her desk and looked up to see that camera trained on her still. This was it now, she would be Becky's slave forever, she had enough evidence to finish her completely, make her lose her job, her friends and her house. It could even finish in jail. She would, even more irreconcilably than ever be Becky's bitch now, and she could not have been more aroused by that.

Just as Sarah was contemplating that fact she felt Lloyd heave inside her and then felt her bowels start to fill with his hot, sticky seed. Her pupil was cumming deep in her asshole. He pulled out of her and spun her around and onto her knees and shoved his dirty cock into her mouth.

"Clean it Miss, lick the shit and cum of my cock you dirty slut!"

She did that as the rest of his cum oozed out of her ass. Lloyd was clearly overjoyed at having ass fucked his teacher, especially as there had been so much going on between them this past few weeks and he was loving watching her on her knees before him cleaning his cock. He marvelled at just how dirty she was -- ass to mouth? He thought that only happened in the porn business. Now everytime the bitch was talking in class Lloyd would be thinking of where that mouth had been and what it had been licking.

"Man, I can't wait until the boys hear about this, they'll go apeshit!"

Sarah looked up at him and knew she was descending further and further and this was only going to get worse. Between Lloyd's youthful need to boast to his gang and Becky's video of this whole session she was in a precarious position, one that could only get more extreme...



Naughty Miss Ch. 04



Things were getting rapidly out of control for Sarah Price. The pretty young teacher was finding that her predilection for being sexually dominated was fast becoming an addiction that she could not break free from. There was respite for her, if it wasn’t Becky her ex-student who was blackmailling and domianting her into more extreme sexual situations it was Lloyd, a current pupil that Becky forced her to seduce who was now demanding more and more from her. 

Case in point the last Friday after the Easter break.

In her pigeon hole in the staff room she found a note from Lloyd, she recognised his poor handwriting as she tore the envelope open, her heart hammering with both excitement and fear. The note was short and not so sweet.

“Bitch, get your ass down to the boys toilets on the third floor, next to the science classes for lunchtime, I’ll be waiting for you!”

Come 12.31 she was outside the toilet door and looking at Lloyd as he walked along the corridor nonchalantly. He nodded his head for her to go in and she tentatively entered the boys’ toilets turning her nose up at the distinct smell as she entered. Thankfully it was empty and Lloyd followed her in and dragged her into the first cubicle. Once he had the bolt closed he took complete command of the situation. He was a big lad, eighteen and packed with muscle like a lot of the black kids in Sarah’s classes. His rough hands were all over her ass groping and squeezing it like she was a piece of meat. He hissed in her ear.

“Clothes off Miss and get me nice and hard and wet for you.”

There was a new found confidence to him and he smiled at the graffiti daubed on the cubicle wall by Sarah’s own hand:

“MISS PRICE IS LLOYD WOODS BITCH”

Sarah stripped her light flowery dress off and her white knickers followed suit and then sank obediently to her knees on the wet, tiled floor and reached her hand into Lloyd’s zipper and pulled out hid bulging erection. It was straining in her hand, her delicate, soft touch making him harder with every second that passed. This was her existence now, doing what pupils (or ex-pupils) told her to do, when they told her to do it and how they wanted it. She licked the underside of his cock, recoiling slightly, as always, at the strong musky taste of Lloyd’s dark penis. But swiftly getting over it and nibbling gently on his balls while his penis prodded her forehead.

Lloyd grabbed her hair and pulled Sarah’s head away from his crotch and dribbled saliva from his mouth onto her nose. It was gross and disgusting but his treatment of her only served to turn the sexy teacher on even more. He adjusted her head and made sure her mouth was open and sunk his throbbing penis deep in her waiting mouth, obviously he didn’t want much foreplay this lunchtime. Lloyd was really not gentle in his face fucking of his teacher for the next five minutes or so, pistoning his rock hard black dick in and out of her stretching lips for all he was worth. Sarah tried to not make much noise, the fear of being overheard in there a constant factor even though it was lunchtime and no kids should have been in school. However, that was a difficulty what with Lloyd’s heavy balls slapping noisily against Sarah’s chin and the gargling, slavering noises that involuntarily escaped the gagging teacher. Also trails of saliva and pre-cum were coming out the corners of her mouth and dribbling down her chin and onto her naked breasts.

After Lloyd was satisfied her was ready her popped his cock from his teachers gasping mouth and pulled her to her feet by her hair and without explanation turned her around so that she was facing the graffiti up close and positioned her hips so that he could slide his thick cock into her cunt from behind.

From that position his cock penetrated her pussy so deeply and Sarah could not stop the gasp and low moan she gave as his ridged, hard penis slid up her pussy, pressing against her walls on it’s first entry. He leaned forward so that his sour breath was at her shoulder and hissed as he drew backa nd began to fuck her from behind in ernest.

“Yeah, just like it says, you’re my bitch, ain’tcha?”

“Urgh! Yes…Lloyd, I’m… you’re…bitch.”

Her voice was low and strained and she felt so dirty and nasty saying it as her pupil rammed back into her, but she was aroused too her addiction to this growing stronger by the day. It was a quick, hard fuck in the toilet cubicle and it was not long before Lloyd came inside her, she could feel his cum inside her, filling her pussy as he withdrew and then the sensation of it sliding down her thighs. She slumped to her knees exhausted after as he sorted his trousers. Without being told Sarah sucked the tip of his cock of the remnants of his cum.

“Give me your jewellery bitch!” he demanded.

“W-What?” Sarah was surprised, although Lloyd had used his power over her to fuck her and humiliate her in various ways he had not robbed her before.

“You deaf? I said give me your stuff. Your watch, ring, ear rings and bracelet, give them to me, don’t worry you’ll get them back in a second.”

She nervously handed him her jewellery and he undid the bolt and left her in the cubicle to hurriedly get her dress back on, ignoring the cum now on her inner thighs. By the time she was dressed and out of the cubicle she was greeted with the sight of Lloyd at the urinal trough ( a long metal tray) having a piss. She looked at the entrance and wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible lest she be discovered but couldn’t go without her valuables. She waited until he was finished and asked where they were, her heart sunk as Lloyd smirked at her, flashing his gleaming white teeth whilst he pointed to where he had just been pissing.

Mouth open in stunned amazement Sarah peered over the edge of the trough and at the bottom were her, now glisteningly wet, valuables. Before she could reach in Lloyd grabbed her arm and warned her.

“You wear them how they are, I don’t want you cleaning them, I want you smelling of my piss all afternoon. You hear? Don’t disobey me Miss, or else””

And Sarah, poor submissive slut that she was did exactly what he told her, she put her piss covered earnings, ring, bracelet et al back on and with his cum on her thighs taught all afternoon with his smell pervading her.

And that was only half her day.

As she left that day, exhausted and smelling pretty rank only to find Becky, her other teenage tormentor, sitting in the passenger seat of her car and looking like she meant business. A minute after opening the driver’s door and getting in Sarah knew she would be as busy and abused that night too.

“Miss Price, how would you like to be my sister for the evening?” queried the dominant ex-pupil.

Sarah looked at Becky with a bemused expression and the teenager continued.

“Have got a client who want a couple of sisters for tonight, bit of a kinky bastard by the sounds of it, I’m sure you’ll cope fine.”

Sarah wanted to protest. Wanted to tell Becky that she was tired and emotionally drained after the day she had just endured. That she just wanted to go home and changed her clothes and get her soiled jewellery off and cleaned.  But she knew it would be pointless, knew that Becky would just threaten her and use her influence over her and eventually Sarah would do as she was told. She had learned that lesson, she did what her young Mistress told her. So instead of voicing her complaint and displeasure she just nodded and agreed to an evenings work as nothing less than a prostitute.

Becky confidently directed them through town towards a fairly good hotel, whereupon they were greeted in the reception bar by a pretty sleazy Asian in a cheap looking suit. He introduced himself as Mr. Asif and was quite the most odious, slimy, oily character that Sarah has ever come across. He leered at the two of them as he sipped a drink and made great play of them being ‘sisters’, mentioning it in nearly every sentence. He was tight too, not even offering to buy them a drink before telling them to follow him upstairs to his room.

It was a a nice enough enough hotel room, no doubt replicated in cities across the UK. Asif took off his jacket and sat on the lone seat in the bedroom and indicated for Sarah and becky to sit on the bed next to each other.

“So what you looking for Mister?” asked Becky.

I want to see you two together, naked, 69 then I get your holes. How much?”

“It’s £200 up front mister and you need a condom for me, don’t need one for my sis though, she likes the personal touch.”

Sarah tried t maintain her composure but being offered up like that to this sleazeball was pretty humiliating and demoralizing. Even though Becky had whored her out before it still humiliated and depressed Sarah as the Asian reached into his wallet and handed over the cash.

“Good. Now you sisters get it on. Get naked?”

Becky just smiled, she was taking the lead.

“You ready big sis?”

The dark haired teenager was out of her clothes in an instant and while looking salaciously at Asif started to peel Sarah’s dress off her body. Before long Sarah was naked too and Becky was kissing her all over her face and breasts.. She pushed Sarah on to her back on the bed and crawled up her body, dragging her tongue along Sarah’s soft skin on the way from her shaven pubic moud right up between her pert breasts before French kissing her passionately/ it was impossible for Sarah not to respond in kind.

A glance to the side found that Asif had his trousers around his ankle and a long thin brown cock held in his hand. Becky eventually broke the kiss, being careful to create a line of saliva from their mouths as they parted. Nimbly she turned herself around and straddled Sarah and expertly backed her teenage pussy right onto Sarah’s mouth.

“Yeah! Lick your little sister!” demanded the punter.

Sarah had tasted Becky plenty times before and got to work with her tongue now, while she did that Becky’s fingers and then her tongue got to work on Sarah’s hairless pussy and started to make her forget about what she was doing. As nasty a bitch as Becky was she was still incredibly talented with her fingers and her mouth and Sarah felt like a novice as Sarah’s strokes and lick brought her to the very edge of orgasm before lettign her down, as the two of them writhed atop the bed the Asian wanked himself while watching on.

But he did not stay out of the action for long. All too quickly he was stark naked and was using his fingers on both girls pussys. His fingers were rough and calloused and he finger fucked them both with great vigour. And it was not long until something other than his finger inserted itself in Sarah’s cunt.

It made for quite the threeway. Sarah squirmed as the guys long thin cock slide easily inside her while Becky writhed atop her simultaneously rubbing her own pussy on Sarah’s face and dabbing her tongue on Sarah’s clit. Part of her hated having all this unprotected sex with these men like this but another part of her, the dark side of her personality, loved the thrill of it. Becky slid further down Sarah’s body to lick Asif’s cock as it slid in and out of Sarah, giggling as she did so.  After that the young ex-pupil slid back and propped herself up and literally sat on Sarah’s face, virtually smothering her under her soft ass cheeks.  As Sarah struggled for breathe Becky really ground her ass down onto her former teachers face, her wet pussy rubbing all over Sarah’s face.

They were all close to getting off and it was Becky that came first. She came in a writhing, squealing explosion, covering Sarah’s face with her hot juices. Sarah tried to cough to avoid it but couldn’t and Becky’s juices were quickly in her eyes, mouth and throat. And then Asif came, deep inside Sarah. With Becky still straddling her face she had no chance to complain or remonstrate and the sleazy Asian pumped his full load deep within her. Finally, the man pulled out and Becky got off her but no one seemed in a hurry to relieve Sarah’s ache to cum. Instead Becky got of fthe bed, sunk to her knees and sucked the last vestiges of cum from her clients shrinking cock. She slurped and sucked him dry and then turned round to lick his cum from Sarah’s thighs as it dribbled from her used pussy. With a mouthful of his cum and her juices Becky took great pleasure pooling it there and getting up on Sarah again and letting it all drip from her mouth into Sarah’s in a  big, slobbery, messy kiss. The Asian was already getting hard again by the time they had finished.

To get his full money’s worth he had arah lick his arsehole while Becky sucked his balls and then he fucked Sarah up her arse Before sticking his cock, straight from her ass, into her mouth and blowing his second load in there. It was a hard nights work for Sarah and she got none of the cash for it. She got to drive Becky home afterwards and then head home herself and get a fitful five hour sleep. She was burning herself out, her two blackmailers putting too much demand on her and something would eventually have to give. The thing was Becky knew it too and decided that she was going to take full advantage and have the most fun with Miss price as possible!

*

Becky had a plan but it required her contacting Lloyd and telling him who she was and what she was to Miss Price. It was not and easy introduction but Becky could be most persuasive and before long had sold Lloyd on a plan she had that would test the very limits that Sarah was willing to go to in her role of submissive sex slave.

It started by Becky telling Sarah that she was to report to her flat straight from school on the Friday that school finished for the Easter. When she got there Becky ordered her to strip naked and once she had done so she put an old leather dog collar on her former English teacher and attached a chain leash to it. She then had Sarah put on a long trench coat and drive the pair of them through town to arrive at and address in the country just after nine o’clock at night. It was nice and dark as they parked up so Sarah got the fright of her life when she turned the engine off and suddenly there was a loud hammering on her driver side window. When she recovered enough to look it was with some surprise that she saw it was Lloyd standing there shining a torch in at them. This was disconcerting for the teacher as she had never had to deal with the pair of them at the same time before. She wasn’t even aware they were in contact.

She was ordered from the car an in no time was naked and on her knees while Lloyd took control of the leash and began walking her towards a house. There was apparently a party taking place in the house and the noise of music and voices became louder the closer the three of them got to it.

Sarah was starting to get really nervous about this. Neither of her young dominants told her where they were headed or what they were going to do but from the sounds of it her secret life as a slut was about to be revealed to a larger group than ever before.

She was correct. Well might Sarah be nervous about her destination. The house belonged to one of the rich kids from Schools parents, who just happened to be away on holiday that week. And right at that point there were upwards of fify pupils and ex-pupils (all over eighteen) partying and waiting on Lloyd Woods big surprise. School was out and the liquor was flowing easily that night and the boys outnumbered the girls by about 4 to 1 and the girls there were by and larger of the ‘rougher’ variety. Everybody had been told to keep the softer, weaker ones as far away from the party as possible.

Lloyd, becky and Sarah finally made it to the gate that led into the house and Becky squatted down and made Sarah look at her.

“Well here we are bitch. The end of the road.  We find out exactly how willing you are to do what we tell you. Once you enter this house your life will change forever, all bets are off.

After tonight there is no way back. Your old life will be forever lost to you Miss. And you know what? You can’t even decide if you want it it or not. Me and Lloyd are doing the decision for you. Though I know you’ll protest you really want this, don’t you bitch?” 

And with that question Becky reached down and fingered her former teacher’s pussy, playing with it and enjoying the dampness that quickly came to her touch. Sarah knew the drill by now, she could try to stop this but be threatened with exposure and be forced to go along with whatever plot Becky had dreamed up while secretly loving the humiliation and degradation. The only difference this time seemed to be the scale of her audience, Sarah figured that after tonight her life would change dramatically yet she did not have the ability to deny her young blackmailers. She wimpered and allowed Lloyd to lead her like a dog down the path and seconds later she was entering the party…. 

* 

The transformation from a cacophony of riotous, drunken noise to almost complete silence was almost instantaneous. One minute incomprehensible racket the next nothing and all because Lloyd woods had entered the party with two women. One a goth looking girl who most remembered as a rebellious former senior pupil and more strikingly English teacher miss Sarah Price. Of course this was Miss price how none of them had seen her before (except in their explicit wet dreams) she was butt naked, on her knees and like a pet on a leash at Lloyd’s feet. They had all seen the grafitti – “Miss Price is Lloyd Wood’s Bitch” and put it down to wishful fantasy but here it was before their very eyes. 

Lloyd demanded a beer, Becky just helped herself to one and Sarah knelt there and kept her eyes on the floor, unable to bring herself to meet and of the stares from so many of her pupils, both past and present. The silence lasted near a minute before one of the guys came up and high fived Lloyd and another song started playing the grand entrance was seemingly over, the entertainment for the party here. 

Sarah knelt there on all fours as guys came up and spoke with Lloyd. All the time she could feel their eyes on her nubile,naked body. Her pert brests hung down, her large nipples on display and her ass, it was so exposed. She tried to keep her ass cheeks squeezed as tight as she could but knew from som angles her pussy had to be visible from behind. 

And then she felt their touch. The legs brushing against her side, their fingers touching her bare skin and lingering, she almost didn’t hear Lloyd asking the host where the nearest bedroom was. 

“Up the stair man, straight ahead. What’s the story? We getting to watch?” 

“Watch? You all can do better than that! You can watch then join in. man, you’re not telling me you don’t want a piece of this ass? C’mon bitch lets get this party started!” 

Lloyd demanded and yanked on the leash and headed up th stairs, the rest of the party goers parting to let them ascend the stairs and get a better angle to see their teachers ass and cunt. 

In the bedroom and Sarah’s heart was beating a hundred to the dozen. She was aware of people following her and Lloyd into the bedroom and forming a crowded semi cirle around him and the area in front of the bed. He smiled at her then them and then dropped his trousers to reveal his massive manhood. Sarah was mesmerised by his thick black cock and she knew she was finished, her life and career all but over. 

“Tell them who you are and what you are.” 

Sarah swallowed and decided that with no way back from here she may as well make it as humiliating as possible. Her pussy was soaking as she looked up at Lloyd and said in true teachers voice. 

“I am Miss Price and I am your bitch Lloyd.” 

He slapped his dick on her face contemptuously and spat on her face. 

“Then get sucking bitch, get sucking!”

The crowd of school kids looked on agog as their teacher accepted Lloyd’s large black cock between her lips and began to enthusiastically suck on it. It may well have been a specially selected band of the more discreet and mature pupils that were there but they were still astonished at just how dirty Miss Price was. And she was dirty. Kneeling there naked, her beautiful body on display to them all as she gave Lloyd head she doubted she would every feel quite so energised and aroused again in her life. Lloyd grinned as he saw the envy and awe in the other kids (well the boys anyway) faces. He felt like the man, and gleefully plunged his dick deeper and deeper into Sarah’s mouth and throat until she started gagging on his cock. Coughing and spluttering she eventually had to take her mouth off his dick, unfortunately just at the moment her came and she ended up being sprayed in the eyes, nose and mouth with his warm cum. An act that got a drunken cheer from the assembled audience, who pretty much immediately started firing questions at Lloyd.




Naughty Miss Ch. 04



“How did you do it man?”

“What else does she do for you?”

“Does she take it in the ass, Dude?”

“Can she do that to me?”

That last was very much the most asked question and Lloyd was soon overcome by all this attention. It took Becky to get things back on track to their plan. She gave a loud, shrill blast on a sports whistle she had brought and then marched through the crowd around Lloyd and Sarah and grabbed her former teacher’s leash.

“Right! With me bitch!” was her only command to Sarah who had to begin crawling along behind with Lloyd’s cum still covering her face.

While Lloyd had been entertaining his audience with Miss price’s oral skills Becky had been inflating a small paddling pool in the centre of the living room. She led Sarah to it and basically told her that she was not to move from it for the rest of the night. The crowd had followed the brash, confident young woman downstairs again and hung on her every word.

“Right listen up everybody! You have all seen just how dirty a slut Miss Price is, and we’ve decided that it’s not just Lloyd and myself that get to use her tonight, tonight you can all use her as you see fit. Only her mouth though, as her ass and cunt are mine. So if you want to get blown by the sexiest teacher in school or use her for anything else then tonight is your night, Miss Price will do whatever you want!”

Sarah’s hear simultaneously sunk and jumped at this news. This was too much. No way could she let her pupils abuse her like this, but what choice did she have? Already a couple of the more daring boys had their cocks out of their trousers and stiffening in their hands. They was some reluctance though given that Sarah’s pretty face was liberally sprayed with one of their classmates cum.

“Well hell, if you don’t want to use the bitch’s mouth just jerk off over her, she won’t mind she’s nothing but a fucking cum depository anyway. Aren’t you cunt?” demanded Becky.

Sarah felt so degraded as she obediently nodded to her young Mistress.

That got the boys going again and a couple took up prime positions either side of their teacehr as started wanking furiously just inches from her face. Almost unconsciously Sarah reached up and started to play with their balls. That was really the point where everyone realised that she wasn’t totally being forced to be like this. It was also the point where, teenage boys not being known for their self control, both lads dicks completely exploded and covered Sarah’s face in two more loads of thick cum.

It went absolutely everywhere, splattering Sarah’s eyes, nose, lips and chin, making a complete mess. It did not, however, put everybody off from using Sarah’s mouth for oral sex. Pushing the two spent guys out of the way came Zack Thopmas, a pupil that had had a major thing for Miss Price throughout his school days and now was his chance, he wasn’t about to let a minor detail like other guys cum prevent him face fucking a hottie like Miss Price, no way! Sarah didn’t even have the chance to lick the cum from her lips and Zack was in her face and balls deep down her throat, his straining long cock tickling her tonsils.

Sarah’s eyes went wide with shock and she tried to catch her breath but the horny teenager paid no attention, holding the sides of her head as he fucked her mouth with reckless abandon. As his balls slapped against her chin she was close to passing out before he finally came, spurting his load deep in her throat. When he finally pulled out of her mouth she bent forward and coughed and wretched b ut as she looked up a queue of randy teenagers were waiting their turn. This was going to be a long, hard, messy night for Sarah alright!

Sarah orally serviced most of the guys there that night as they got rowdier and hornier and drunker. What really affected her was the girls though. The girls that she had taught at school just looked at their teacher like she was the lowest piece of scum imaginable, like they did not want to touch her with a ten foot barge pole. A couple of the nastier ones there (Sarah had thought of them as the next generations of Becky) even came up to her and spat on her, mixing their saliva with the growing mess of cum on her face, body and in the paddling pool..

Becky saw that anybody that was going to use Sarah had already done so and nudged Lloyd that the final part of their plan should now begin. He smirked backa t her.

“Not before time bitch, I’m bursting!”

Becky thought about dropping the prick there and then with a sharp knee to his balls but she needed him for now, or rather she needed his full bladder. She watched as he made his way over to the paddling pool and barked at Sarah to get up to her knees and open her mouth, dumb bitch no doubt thought it was for another blow job. She found out how wrong she was when Lloyd directed his dick at her mouth and began pissing on her.

Surely this was the ultimate humiliation for Sarah Price. Kneel before an audience of her own pupils as a pupil washes multiple loads of semen off her face with his own, stinking, yellow urine. Yet as debasing and degrading, as this was Sarah still cam where she knelt, her own juices spraying into the pool below her. Her conversion to total arousal through this type of treatment was complete. Lloyd’s piss was disgusting yet she forced herself to keep her mouth open for as long as she could, knowing it would sink her even further in everyone’s eyes to be seen to endorse this. Finally, the flow was too much and his yellow piss cascaded down her body and mixed with the cum in the pool at her knees.

When his flow was finally at an end, Sarah was a complete sodden mess, her hair, face and body coaed in piss. Lloyd had her suck the remnants of his piss from his cock and announced.

“Hey everybody, you need a piss? Then Miss Price is only to happy to be your toilet!”

A lot of the girls and boys shunned that, seeing it as just too gross, but there were plenty either drunk of kinky enough to take him up on the offer. Sarah spent the next ninety minutes kneeling in that kiddies paddling pool as the pool of piss around her got more and more. It seemed like the more the boys drunk beer the more they needed to piss and the more willing they were to piss on their pretty English teacher. And they really liked it when Sarah opened her mouth and swallowed, which she did when she was able. Hell by the end even a couple of the girls had squatted down and taken a piss on her, much to Becky’s obvious glee.

But the one thing that was crystal clear by the the time the party began to wind down and Becky and Lloyd got ready to take their piss soaked charge home was that with the number of people who had taken pictures of videoed  what had gone on on their mobile phones, it was pretty soon going to be common knowledge that Sarah Price was as dirty and as nasty a slut as there was.

*

Monday was a school holiday but Sarah got a terse phone call from the Head, Mr. Gordon asking her to come in and have a meeting with him. She knew. 

At least it seemed she would be spared the indignity of appearing at school when all the kids and other teachers were there, she knew almost everyone must surely have heard about her  performance at the party by now.  As her heels clicked noisily on the hard floors of the deserted school corridors Sarah steeled herself for the upcoming confrontation, she had already decided that she would tender her resignation immediately, she knew she could have no future here as a teacher. She had dressed conservatively, in here beige suit coat and skirt, her hair was tied up, she was not even recognisable as the piss and cum covered slut of a few nights earlier. How could it be the same woman. She arrived at Mr. Gordon’s door and paused, cleared her throat and then knocked, tentatively. There was a moment’s hesitation before a strained call came telling her to ‘come in’.

As she turned the handle and entered, whatever she had been expecting, it was not this…

Ben Gordon was naked, and bent over his Headmaster’s desk. His face was screwed up and grimacing at her as Sarah entered the austere room. Standing behind him (unseen to Sarah with a 10” dildo buried up his arsehole)  was Becky Holt, a cheesy smile on her lips to greet Sarah.

“Ah here’s my little Piss Hound, just wait a moment Miss Price while I finish this bitch off.”

And with that Becky increased the pace and force of her as fucking of Mr Gordon, really stretching him across his desk. Sarah watched intently as her boss struggled not to give out too much noise, he was biting his lip and trying so hard. Sarah should have been shocked at this scene but nothing phased her now. Finally, Becky relented and plucked her long, plastic dick from his ass. She looked upa t Sarah and commanded her dominantly.

“Right! On your knees slut! You can clean this off for me!”

Sarah dropped to her knees and opened her lips, she no longer questioned her young Mistress. The end of the dildo looked pretty gross and the thought of where it had just been was hardly appetising but still Sarah remained there ready to do Becky’s will. Becky presented the cock straight from Mr. Gordon’s ass to Sarah’s mouth and she obediently began to suck and lick it clean while the Headmaster got dressed and watched his teacher at work on her knees.

It tasted like shit (go figure) and Sarah really had to put mind over matter to lick it clean but she did and in the end was left on her knees licking her lips as Becky explained what was going on.

“Mr. Gordon’s been a client of mine for some time now slut, not that he ever knew you were ‘helping’ me out. Still he knows what a nasty slut you are now, don’t you Benny boy? Yes, everyone knows what you’re like now, after all those pictures and phone videos of you from the party started getting bandied about. I hear your even on the internet. It’s unfortunate but of course there is no way you can continue in your job now. You will hand in your resignation today and Mr. Gordon will accept it. It’s for the best I think. However, don’t worry about what you will do for cash Sarah because fortunately for you I am in a position to offer you a job.”

Sarah looked puzzled at her young Mistress.

“I am getting tired of turning tricks, of walking street corners looking for business. I’ve got bigger plans than that so I am going to run a stable of girls, I’m sure I can recrruit a few leavers from here. But to begin with Sarah you are going to be my working girl. Full time. I’ll get the bookings you’ll satisfy the demand – any and all demands! And guess what? Your former employer Mr. Gordon is going to be your first client!”

By now the Head was dressed again and her handed Becky a bundle of notes. She took her time thumbing through them and counting them. She nodded to him and said.

“hat’s fine, that gets you Miss price for an hour to do whatever you like with. Make sure she resigns formally as well. Sarah, do whatever he wants and be at mine tonight at seven and I’ll give you more work.”

With that she left the two teachers alone in Mr. Gordon’s office. Immediately Sarah did not like the look in his eye. Nor the tone of his voice when he spoke.

“Well, well Miss Price, you have been a naughty girl, haven’t you? I never dreamed you were so dirty as to do all those things in the video, I always had you down as a cock tease, the way you dressed so sexy but the way you acted so shy. So I think to begin with you need a little punishment, get out of those clothes straight awaya nd get over here and bent over my desk. I think you need a good spanking!”

His eyes gleamed with mania as he spoke but Sarah just did what he said, Ben Gordon was in his mid fifties, was well built but had been quite fit just a decade before, had a moustache and was known throughout the school as a strict disciplinary. In common with most of his female members of staff Sarah had always thought of him as being pretty creepy and lecherous, seemingly now with good reason. She was still reeling from being told that prostitution was now her only and future employment as she peeled off her outfit before his quite apparent hard on.

“Mmmm, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to get my hands on your nubile, young body Miss Price.”

In fact he had lusted after Sarah for years but never been able to do or say anything due to his position, but that was the past now, in moments she wouldn’t be on his staff she would be nothing but a common, cheap whore who would do exactly what he wanted. She was naked now, her pert boobs and shaven pussy the best sight the Head had seen in a long time, he had a mix of tastes, while he loved being dominated by a feisty little bitch like Becky there was nothing quite like taking a submissive young woman like Sarah in hand.

“Come on whore, get a move on, I’m paying for you by the hour!”

Sarah hurried to obey, already taking on her role of obedient hooker. She squeezed past him and bent sexily over his old, leather topped desk. In an instant his clammy hands were on her round bottom, groping in roughly before he launched into a frenzied spanking of it. Before long Sarah was yelping with each stroke of his large hand on her soft bottom as it turned a bright shade of red. There was no denying the wetness between her legs though, something he found out with a stroke of his finger along her shaven slit. He had to physically stop himself spanking her, he had so much else he wanted to do with her.

He reached over Sarah’s bare backside and pulled a writing pad beside her, then he handed her a pen before explaining what he wanted from her.

“You heard Becky! You need to write out your letter of resignation so you do that while I get on with the tricky job of fucking your sweet ass!”

Sarah could hardly believe her ears at this madman’s plan but he was evidently not kidding as seconds later she heard him unzip his trousers and prise her ass cheeks apart. Confirmation that he was not kinding came when she felt his slimy cock slide between her ass cheeks and its tip press against her puckered asshole. He reached up and took a firm hold of Sarah’s hair as he thrust into her with a grunt.

“Get writing bitch! Everyone’s seen those pictures and videos, the kids, the parents your fellow teachers, they all know what a low down, piss drinking, gutterslut you are! You’ll never teach again! Now write that fucking resignation!”

Sarah could not believe her teaching career had come to this ignominious end but between each of the Head’s hard thrusts she endeavoured, in shaky handwriting to pen her resignation. She just managed to pen her name as he came deep within her ass with a satisfied guttural grunt. They both collapsed over the desk for a while before Gordon plucked his spent dick from Sarah’s ass and leaned back against his chair. Sarah looked over her shoulder, shame on her face. He just smiled and pointed down to his messy dick.

“C lean!”

Was all he needed to say and Sarah was tasting her second ass of that day. Before his hour was up Gordon had fucked Sarah's face and cum all over it and had also made her lick his own asshole clean. With five minutes left in his hour he instructed Sarah to get dressed as he accepted her scrawled resignation letter. Once she was ready he took out a bundle of one dollar notes and told Sarah to get onher knees.

"You're no longer a teacher here Miss Price, you are nothing but a fucking dirty whore so you can leave her like you should - on your knees scrabbling for cash. I'll toss these notes on the floor and you can crawl after them and pick them up with just your teeth!"

It was a humiliating exit for the sexy teacher but then humiliation was something that Sarah was more than addicted to now. Whetehr it was Becky cutting her hair and shaving her head, being forced to let her pupils abuse her or being used as a toilet there was seemingly no depth to whcih she would not sink. She crawled like a bitch on the shiny school corriders dopping her head to snatch up one dollars that her former boss tossed down until he finally led her through the school doors like that and then she wa s done. Finished with teaching and just whoring to look forward to. She got to her feet and walked out of the school, passing Head Girl Lousie Laing on the way. Lousie was a perfect blonde and just about the sexiest girl in school. She looekd at her former teacher liek she was something she had stepped in, no doubt she ahd seen the video or heard of Miss Price's antics at the party.

By the school gates stood Becky watching the exchange and she smiled not only at the disdain sarah was now held in but at the cockiness of that prissy bitch Louise, Becky knew that she would be her next target and before too longshe would; have the second of her bitches in her harem of whores....

THE END??????



Naughty Miss Lin Off Work



Claire Lin stepped out of the shower and was just sitting down on the sofa with her tablet when she saw the text on her phone. 

"Hi Claire, this is Terry- remember me? Any chance you have time for a coffee today?"

Her breathing quickened when she saw the name—Terry- her former work colleague; young, 6 foot 3 inches of lean black man. Wow... she hadn't seen him in some time. 

Her fingers shook a little as she tapped out her reply. "Sure. Today? Where?"

She sat back on the sofa and anxiously waited for his reply, tapping in the search terms "big black cock" on her tablet to keep herself busy. 

She sat back on her sofa and positioned the tablet on the coffee table for easy viewing... little white and Asian girls getting gangbanged by huge black cocks... Yes yes yes...

She opened the terry cloth robe and, nude underneath, gently touched her swollen labia. Already wet, she slid her long nails through the elegant folds of her pussy and found her tingly clit. Terry... oh my god Terry your so big... do me fuck me... she murmured, in the grips of fantasy. 

Her fingers slid into her slick little slit and she began grinding onto her fist dreaming of fucking that young man... oh yeah... oh!!!

The dam broke and she screamed as she went over, cumming, crying out and bucking in the seat. The phone dinged; she had a message. Breathing in, she gathered herself and checked the message. 

How abt that little mid east bistro we both loved? 2 today?

A smile came to her lips. Out of the corner of her eye she saw herself reflected in the living room mirror, nude, limp, satiated.... She turned to face the mirror directly, to stare at herself, at her long thick black hair tumbling across her shoulders, her gorgeous legs spread open across the sofa cushions, her pussy shaved smooth and baby pink. 

She waited to respond to Terry's text. Instead, she rummaged through her purse for her little mommy treat- anal beads. She sighed as she touched them, thinking of how often recently she would insert these little monsters in her ass and walk around.... She loved the feeling of going shopping, of smiling at people and thinking, I've got anal beads in my ass... I'm so naughty!

Mommy's little secret. 

And she knew what mommy wanted; more. 

With a bottle of lube from her bag, she dropped a dab onto the largest bead and rubbed it all over the others. She leaned back and placed the tiny little first bead to her rectum and shivered with delight. The next one slid in so smooth and delightful, but the third was a little tight. By the fourth, she was glistening with sweat and biting her lip. By the fifth she was shaking and moaning. By the sixth, she was nearly crying until her sphincter opened up and swallowed the inch diameter bead and she yelped and cummed again, bucking and sobbing.

She giggled and sobbed and caught her breath; she took her phone and with a serene smile pressed, OK. 

He was waiting when she finally arrived, gushing, Hi Miss Lin, wow it's so great to see you. You look great!

She smiled and squealed happily, giving him a brief hug that seemed to linger just a millisecond too long, his body solid and hard, her submission already apparent? They took their seats in the little middle eastern bistro. 

"Yeah, it's been so long, Terry!" Claire Lin said, and then immediately blushed at her own words. Long! Stop thinking about it! She told herself, suddenly distracted. You look great! Marriage must be really working for you- you look—" she kind of bunched her shoulders as if she were flexing "- strong or something."

'Thanks," he said, nodding modestly. He asked about her husband and kids. 

She smiled and said all was well. But how about you? How's your marriage?

He hung his head. "That's uh, just it, though. Marriage isn't so great after all."

"Oh no! I'm so sorry to hear that. Did something happen?"

"It's not that something happened, it's what's not happening. You know?"

She said she thought she understood as the waitress came over to take their orders. 

While they chatted, she leaned back in her seat and her eyes took in this handsome young black man seated before her. He was as gorgeous as she remembered him. 

She had stopped working at the company where they had met years before, but she never forgot him or the rumors of what he hid behind his fly. She had wanted him so badly, then, but so had everyone else and it just never happened. Eventually she got married and left the company and she heard he had gotten married as well not long after-- at young age; 24 or 25. She had always wondered about that. Was the wife older than him? She thought she had heard that too. 

And now here they were... She sat back and listened. 

Over lunch of pitas and hummus, he told her his whole story. It seems that what wasn't happening was sex. His wife had totally stopped sleeping with him. The reason—he was so big it hurt her every time he penetrated her. When she was younger she had loved the pain but as she got older she stopped being into it. 

How big is too big? she choked a little and tried not to giggle out of embarrassment. I mean, like, how big...? She trailed off, realizing what she was asking him how big his cock was. She flared red again. 

He stared at her dead in the eye, not smiling at her sudden shyness. 10 inches. 

10 -- inches...?? She whispered, her mouth dropping and her pussy sending a pulse through her that made her whole body shiver. Oh. That's... big. 

Yeah... he held her gaze, but then let it drop. I wish I could find a girl that could handle that. Back in the US I could always find a girl up for something, but here the girl's are afraid of me or something. 

She sighed and smiled wanly at him. Well, you have to understand, you're like a wild animal to them—I mean that in a good way! The girls are all just panting for you, but they're too shy. 

You think so? He grinned shyly and then dropped his gaze again. But there's one woman that I always had my eye on, but I never told her and as far as I know, she doesn't know about it at all. 

Oh really? she shifted in her seat, feeling the linoleum on her bare asscheeks, the beads in her rectum distracting her, her pussy soaked and throbbing. Who's this lucky girl?

She's a beautiful lady, she's older than me. She's just so beautiful and bright and vibrant—and so sexy, you can just see it in the way she walks, the way she looks at guys... she's something. God, I really want to make it with her, to give her all of those 10 inches...

She swallowed and licked her lips. Is this girl married?

He nodded, holding her look. 

Is that why you haven't done anything about it?

He nodded again. 

She swallowed again and leaned forward in her seat. What if you knew that this woman said it would be alright, that her husband would never know.... That it would be a secret....

He coughed a little. That would be good. 

Oh! she squeaked. 

They gazed at each other, their eyes frank 

So, how was your lunch? She asked.

He glanced down at the table; their meals sat cold and largely untouched before them. I'm not really hungry actually. 

I'm not either, she said, smiling. Maybe we should go somewhere else?

Ok.. where?

Oh, I don't know. Let's talk about it on the way down. 

They paid the bill—he let her buy the meal for him—and they walked out the door of the restaurant into the lobby. 

She pressed the button when she spied an exit sign. Hey, why don't we take the stairs down? I didn't have time to go the gym and I feel like I need some exercise. 

He tugged the stairwell door open and she followed him, the stairwell empty, grimy, clearly not used often. She walked ahead—they went down one flight and then another. 

She stopped. 

He walked towards her until he was just passed her. She touched his arm and turned to him and stared. 

They came together in violent embrace, a twin passion, a twin rage, their limbs grasping desperately, their tongues entwined, their pelvises grinding. She couldn't believe the size of the python in his jeans, and felt giddy like she was at the top of a cliff about to leap into that chasm of passion and orgasms, of huge thick throbbing members and painful ripping penetrations and humiliation and cum dripping yummy cum...

Let me see it... Can I? Please? she whispered. 

He stared at her. Here? 

Yes, please.. she moaned. Let me see that 10 inches.. . god I want to suck it... 

You do? 

Yes, she gasped, grabbing his belt. Always- forever. Didn't you know? It's all I think about... 

He undid his belt and unsnapped his jeans. she slowly lowered his zipper. 

Careful, he whispered and she saw why; he also wasn't wearing underwear. She reached into the fly and grasped his cock and gasped in amazement. It's huge, she squealed. 

He just smiled; she sank to her knees until his crotch was eyelevel and lowered his zipper some more. Finally, she had it all the way down and 10 inches of thick black cock bounced out; tears came to her eyes as she took this gigantic black python in both her hands, gazing at hit, cooing at his, worshipping it. 

She brought her face closer and stared, her breathing shallow, fast. It's so beautiful. 

Do you want to put it in your mouth?

She nodded, shamefaced. 

You can do it. 

She did; opening her lips to taste the opening of his cock at its tip. She opened wider and wrapped his cock head in her lips as she continued to stroke his cock and balls. She sucked harder on this huge shaft and took him deeper to the back of her mouth. He took her lion's mane of hair in his hands and softly pressed her head forward onto his cock. She took his cock deeper than she had ever taken any other cock down her throat and she still barely had half of that monster in her. She choked and gasped and came off him laughing and then took him in her mouth again and sucked him even further down. 

He pushed her back. I want to fuck you. 

She lay back on the steps and opened her legs, showing him her glistening slick naked pussy, her rectum, swollen, wet, and purplish, surrounding a loop of soft red plastic sticking out. 

Are those—anal beads?

She giggled and mock hid her face in her hands, nodding. He crouched down above her, his jeans still around his hips, his 10 inch cock and balls hanging outside his open fly. Taking her in his arms, they kissed and he whispered he liked tasting his cock on her tongue. She arched her hips and said, Fuck me. 

She was soaking wet, but still his member took her by surprise, jolted her already overstimulated labia, sending electric shocks throughout her body, biting her lip to hold in her screams. 

He continued his slide in, his penetration huge, inexorable, her acceptance of him complete and utter. Sucking on his thick lips, she drank from his tongue as his cock slid ever deeper up her pussy. He reached the root and she cummed. She rode him like a bronco rider, arching her back, thrashing her arms, drawing blood from her lip as screams threatened to tear from her. She opened her eyes again and he was staring as he rode her hard, showing her his power, his depth...

She licked his ear and whispered, That's my good boy... that's my good boy...

He pounded her, kissing her, his tongue thrusting down her throat as his cock pumped inside her pussy. Drawing up her legs, she cried as the angle changed and he penetrated even deeper into her pussy. She grasped his jeans with her toes and pushed them off his ass to his knees, and holding his powerful ass cheeks, she rode him drawing him deeper into her. 

They were sweating and joyful but she wasn't done. She had to do this. 

My ass—please, please fuck my ass.... cum in my ass.. . God I've been dreaming of this forever! Cum in my ass!

He withdrew from her and she nearly cried at the loss. He leaned forward, his hands holding up her ankles and kissed her swollen pussy. She squirmed and breathed heavy, whispering Oh god... god... again and again. Then he went farther down and took the ring of soft plastic between his teeth. She squealed again as he slowly firmly pulled the ring; her rectum distended, swelling, before suddenly dilating around the one inch diameter bead. She let out a groan. He pulled and again her rectum distended before releasing its bead and again until she was thrashing on the dirty stairs soaked in sweat and pussy juice. He squatted back on his heels, the nasty beads hanging by the ring from his mouth. He placed them delicately on the step and then aimed his massive 10 inch member to her swollen purple anus. He spit and rubbed it on this tool and then, one arm holding her ankle, the other guiding his cock in. he pressed against her rectum and she gasped in pain. 

Ouch it's too big....she cried. 

He spit again adding more lubrication, pressing the massive head of his cock to her tight little sphincter until tears came to her eyes and suddenly, with a whispered shriek, her rectum dilated and his cock penetrated her asshole. And he kept coming. 

Oh my god oh my god... oh!!! This was the biggest thing she had ever taken in her ass and she was beyond pain into ecstasy. And he kept coming, inch by inexorable inch up her greasy slick anal passage, her pussy crying for more, throbbing for its own penetration. And he kept coming. Waves of hot electricity flowed through her until he reached the root and touched her in the deepest part of her soul, hidden deep in her ass waiting for a cock big enough to trip it and she orgasmed. 

Girl cum squirted from her clitoris all over the young man's pelvis; she thrashed and cried and this time, the scream was too powerful to be bit back. 

She rode that wave of ecstasy into a glistening sea on a horse made of solid muscle and power and cock... 

And heard a door open. 

Opening her eyes, she saw an old Oba-san cleaning lady staring at her wide eyed.

Oh no! 

Still she squirmed on his massive erection her orgasm going on and on and was helpless to stop her degradation in front of the old lady. No one can know, she cried to herself. No one can know I'm a black cock anal whore! 

But she couldn't stop, oh god don't stop she gasped as she heard another door open. No, she screamed, but only to herself. 

Finally, she regained control. Panting and sobbing, she pulled herself off his long thick cock and nearly fainted when he at last popped out her anus. 

Get dressed! She hissed as she stood and brought her skirt down around her waist and her shirt back down over her tiny breasts and bowed and looked down and said sorry. 

Turning to go down the steps, she saw an old man this time, watching them from the lower landing. She had never felt so ashamed of herself. She grabbed her beads and wrapped them in a tissue and secreted them into her bag. 

Terry meanwhile pulled his jeans up and struggled to wrestle his monster back into his fly. He nodded at them and said in terrible Chinese Ni hao and they rushed out the door into the lobby and the elevators. 

The elevator came mercifully fast. They rode it down with a group of office workers; everyone fell silent, the scent of sex on them thick as blood. When they made it to the front she looked around at all of the people staring at her with this handsome tall muscular black young man and felt naked, completely exposed, that everyone knew the truth about her, that she was a black cock anal slut milf.... 

Come on, Terry, she said, taking him by the sleeve. Let's get a cab. 

My place? 

She nodded, and like always, a cab was waiting. 



Naughty Miss



it was no idle threat and Sarah knew it, she knew firsthand what type of person Becky was and knew that it was her own fault she was in this position and knew how black it would look for her. Well she had wanted to be dominated and it looked like she was going to be, but not by who she had wanted! There was no alternative and Sarah knew it, she had to keep her job it was all she had ever wanted to do and all she could do, she loved the holidays it brought and she was on good money, she couldn't even imagine what else she could do if she lost her job. As distasteful as it was she had no other choice but to do what that vindictive little bitch wanted. So when the headphones were removed, as per instructions, the first words out of her mouth were.

"I'm willing to anything for you Mistress Becky."

She winced as she said the words and she watched the smile curl around her pink lips like the cat that got her cream.

"What anything?! Like licking Brenda's feet clean? Like sucking Steve's cock? Like eating Michelle's pussy out? Like letting Mike fuck you? Like letting Drew fuck you in your asshole? And like you licking my ass clean? Are you willing to do that?"

The words were harsh and delivered by Becky in such a fashion that it left little doubt those acts and more would actually be expected if Sarah was serious. Sarah opened her mouth to try and argue and debate with her but found it clamped shut by Becky's hand before she had got anywhere.

"I don't want to hear Miss Price. It's not open for debate, you either are willing to do all those things and another little task I'd like to see you do after or you're not. Which is it? Tell us, we an easily go away and leave you like this, maybe make a phone call to a journalist let them know what you're up to on our way out!"

The hand slipped off Sarah's mouth and she gasped defeated.

"Yes, I'm willing to do that."

SLAAAAP!

"From now on you call me Miss Holt or Mistress, and you answer using those terms too, understand? Good, lets get this party started shall we then, you seem to be in the perfect position for Brenda, don't you? Brenda, get up here!"

Brenda Niven was one of Becky's cronies, had been all through school but was the type of girl that pretty girls like Becky hung around to make themselves look even better. Brenda was chubby, not overly fat but a definite plump girl and her nickname at school of 'Smelly Brenda' told all that needed to be known about her personal hygiene. She was squat girl with curly dark hair and a fat face that seemed permanently set in a complaining scowl.

"Alright Becky, calm down I'll just get there. 'Course this doesn't mean I'm a lesbian like her!" that last comment was accompanied with a glare at Michelle, a girl that Sarah was not aware was so friendly with Becky and was actually surprised she was there.

Michelle just glared back at Becky.

"Don't worry fat stuff, you wouldn't know what to do anyway!"

The three boys were finding great amusement at these exchanges but stopped long enough to cheer as Brenda got up on the bed, kicked off her sandals and stood with her feet either side of Sarah's head allowing her an unobstructed view up Brenda's too short skirt. At least she was wearing panties, grim as the view was. Brenda lifted her right foot so it rested along the length of Sarah's face.

"Now Miss, you can start showing me how grateful you are to us keeping your dirty little secret, can't you? Start cleaning Brenda's feet and make sure you get right between her toes with that slut tongue of yours!"

Sarah knew she had no choice but to do as Becky indicated, she hated the thought of it though, not just the fact that it was a horrible, smelly, dirty looking sole that hovered above her but more the fact that only a few short months ago these were her pupils and she their teacher, it was just so humiliating. Still she got on with it, rationalising that there were no other options and to some pretty nasty comments from the others she began to lick Brenda's feet. Dabbing at them with her tongue to begin with then as Becky urged her on to greater effort she took whole toes into her mouth to much derision from her watching audience.

"Ha, ha, what a dirty bitch!"

"Jesus Becky, I've got to stick my cock in there, I hope you make the wash it out first."

"Hey Brenda try sticking your whole foot in, yeah ram it in there!"

That last instruction from Becky and immediately obeyed by her fat friend squeezing her toes together and fitting them all inside Sarah's mouth. The position of Sarah's tied arms meaning she really had no choice but to go with the flow here and later. Finally, that ignominy was over and Brenda took her foot from Sarah's mouth only to do the same with the other one! After that had been cleaned with Sarah's less than willing tongue finished off her stint on the bed by placing her whole foot on Sarah's face and smothering her for an instant with the freshly licked sole, it was indeed a most humiliating experience, but Sarah knew it was only going to get worse, much worse.

"Right Steve, now's your chance to live out that dream you had all through school – getting sucked off by Miss Price!"

Steve Murray was a kid Sarah was more than aware of, she had had him in her class nearly every year since he started at school and it hadn't taken her too long to realise he had developed a crush on her from an early age. He was quite nerdy really, wearing thick glasses and clothes that looked like they belonged two decades ago but he had always been extremely courteous and polite, almost to infuriating levels. Especially when he sent Sarah a Valentines day card that had too much real sentiment to be blown off easily, Sarah had tried to let him down gently but he had obviously taken her rejection to heart and for the remaining three years at school there was a much harder look to his lustful glances at his pretty teacher. He had also become much more worldly in his final year and certainly, if he had taken up with Becky and her crew that would go a long way to explaining that.

Ignoring the memories of Brenda's feet for the moment, Sarah strained her neck muscles to see as far down as she could just in time to catch Steve hurriedly pulling off his trousers and pants to reveal a massive erection pointing right up at her. For a moment she was repulsed, how could she be doing these things with her former pupils? Then as she saw pre cum glistening on the end of his thick cock she started having rather different thoughts. She had come here for rough, hard sex, did it really matter who it was that administered it? It was a thought she did not have much longer to contemplate as the horny teenager wasted little time getting up on the bed, straddling her head with his knees and, finding his ex-teacher's lips nicely parted, rammed his stiff cock inside.

This was harsh, much rougher than Sarah had dared imagine. The boy either had no experience in getting oral or was deliberately being as unhelpful to her as possible. It was probably a mix of both. Also the angle he was face fucking her did not help as all his weight was right over him and allowed his dick to go right down into her throat almost immediately. Her eyes bulged, she gagged and wretched but it was pointless as there was nothing she could do that would alleviate her plight. And boy was he pumping into her quickly, at least it seemed he would cum quickly, the situation and build up obviously getting him more turned on than he imagined. Still even after just a minute she was starting to go red in the face and struggle to catch quick gasps of air in her nose when he tensed, let out a guttural groan and filled her mouth and throat with his thick cum. He came in four or five hard spasms, each time rocking her head with his erratic movements and when he finally regained his senses and crawled off his softening cock left a trail of spunk across her face. She had no choice but to swallow it all down, again nearly gagging on the sour taste and being further inconvenienced by Becky leaning over and spitting right into the mixture in her mouth.

Despite her coarse treatment (or perhaps because of it) she could tell that she was somewhat wet and slippery at her pussy and prayed it wasn't noticed. No such luck!

"Look at this, the filthy slut is soaking wet!" 

Which would have been a bad enough statement on it's own if not for the fact that it was accompanied by Sarah's tormentor Becky demonstrating the fact by running her index finger the wet length of her slit then holding it up for everyone in the hotel room (including Sarah) to see glistening.

"Right, that looks just about ready for me!" announced Mike as he stepped past Steve and to the forefront.

Now it was no surprise to Sarah to find Michael Stone involved in this little enterprise. He was well known to her through reputation from school and had been a number of scrapes, most of them involving girls. He was an ugly brute of a boy really and Sarah really hadn't seen the attraction that so many of the girls saw in him but as he loomed over her, a glint in his eye, she began to see something that in some way intrigued her. He had that bad boy image and demeanour and as he whipped off his belt and set about his jeans she gave an involuntary wriggle in her body.

She felt so mixed up, on the one hand this was terrible and humiliating and she hated that she was letting these little creeps (especially that bitch Becky) use her like this but on the other hand this was such a kinky, nasty, dirty situation and the part of her mind that craved that type of sex was being stimulated to unseen levels of excitement. He was certainly a hairy little bastard and seemed to revel in it because he ended up taking everything off, to whistles from Becky and Brenda and giving a few poses before getting up on the bed and mounting Sarah. He was lying right along her, his stiff dick prodding her in the stomach and their eyes level, he winked at her and licked her cheek before shuffling his body about and finding the wet entrance to her pussy with his cock. With a grunt and a push he was in her and the rest suddenly went quiet as they were treated to this live sex show. He was wearing no protection, but that was normally how she liked it but this time that made her a little more worried than normal, Steve had such a bad reputation. It didn't matter anyhow, It wasn't like she could do anything about it anyway.

He wasn't the longest but boy was he thick. Sarah felt every inch of him with every thrust and although she bit her lower lip with her upper teeth in an attempt to hold onto her noises of pleasure it was always going to be a losing contest and as her former pupil continued to fuck her she eventually had to let go and cry out her pleasure and ecstasy at her pussy being serviced so thoroughly. And unlike Steve before him it certainly appeared that Mike had some experience of delaying the inevitable and maintaining his erection because her gave her a thorough fucking for at least fifteen minutes until he straightened up and powered into her one last time, pushing against her pelvis and she felt hot spurts of cum firing inside her and he sighed heavily and slumped on her for a few moments to breathe deeply and catch his breath. It was hard for Sarah to watch him disentangle himself from her sweating, hot body because she knew she had only been seconds from climaxing herself and the stop in action had left her cruelly denied her release. She was so close to pleading to Becky or one of the others to finish her off with their fingers but just seeing the self satisfied smirk on Becky's face stopped her.

"Looks like you're enjoying yourself Miss Price, I think it's about time you started repaying some of the effort the boys are making, I know Michelle has a thought of how you can do that, tell her 'Chelle."

Michelle Lowe stepped to the fore, of course Sarah remembered her from school, who wouldn't? She was the kid that stood out, the loner, goth type that came to school clad all in black and with a permanent scowl on her face. God knows what her natural hair colour was because it had been every colour under the sun since then. Sarah had tried once to speak and reason with her and make her realise that her demeanour and attitude was turning people away from her but had got little more than a glare and a 'who cares'. Sarah had heard all the stories as to how Michelle preferred the company of girls to boys (that was when she could be bothered with any company at all!) and had seen her once in the past summer holidays hand in hand with another goth girl and winced as when Michelle spotted her former teacher, Michelle had very deliberately turned to the other girl and given her a long, lingering French kiss.

Well Becky had certainly picked the eclectic little crew for this venture hadn't she? Although there was no great love lost between all these kids they had been gathered together by Becky's sheer willpower and persuasiveness and some kind of carnal desire for their teacher. Michelle was hardly the exhibitionist that Steve had been and seemed embarrassed to remove her long, dark skirt and her old fashioned black knickers and got up on the bed. And no wonder when Sarah glimpsed the hairy pie that awaited. Good god, had the girl never heard of keeping her bush trimmed? It was a black wiry mess in there and as Sarah focussed on it it started to close in on her face!

Now Sarah had had quite a few fantasies in her time and being with another woman had been one of them but for whatever reason she had never made any move to make it happen (the truth she suspected was that she enjoyed being with cocks more and couldn't see the point in experimenting). As Michelle's milky while, thin thighs slid around her face Sarah started wondering what the hell was actually expected of her. As if on cue Becky informed her.

"Right then Miss, next we want you to make Michelle cum with your tongue. it's only fair after all we've been doing for you!"

Those last words she barely heard as Michelle's legs closed in almost forming a seal around Sarah's face and her hairy bush was right over Sarah's mouth. It was evident that she was going to have to do it whatever so the pretty teacher decided to just go for it and try to enjoy herself. Her tongue flicked out and while she initially recoiled at the feel of those wiry, black hair on her tongue she tingled somewhat herself to discover that the teenager atop her was soaking wet. Sarah knew what got her wet orally, knew what she loved when guys were giving her oral sex. She tried to make her tongue as hard as possible and started by flicking it as quickly as she could against Michelle's big, sticking out clit. The effect was instantaneous and obvious as the younger girls moaned and closed her eyes, writhing her nubile body hard against Sarah's face.

The girl sitting on her face was obviously getting totally immersed in the situation, although Sarah couldn't see it Michelle had her eyes closed was smiling and gasping alternatively and was really starting to bump and grind her pussy on Sarah's features. For her part the teacher was really getting into it too. What with the whole kinky situation (and however much she hated being at the mercy of her rival Becky, there was as strong part of her mind that was relishing the circumstances and powering her body onwards) and having just been fucked so close to cumming she was in a kind of sexual frenzy and was no longer thinking straight. She ignored the mess of hairs and probed her tongue deeper, shivering in anticipation as her tongue licked Michelle's soaking pussy and tasting her juices running into her open mouth. As Michelle increased her movements Sarah increased hers to try and match them, she desperately wished right then she could at least get her hands free to reach up and pull the teenager down harder on her and reach further to play with her small breasts.

Sarah couldn't see or hear what her other ex-pupils were up to and right then didn't care, to her there was only her and Michelle that mattered and in a few short seconds she was going to make the slim Goth cum like she had never done before. Then the girl's pussy exploded all over her desperate face, literally she was soaked in seconds, Michelle crying out load as she sprayed copious amounts of warm, pungent liquid over her old teachers eyes, nose and mouth. Sarah was a mess and knew it, but she didn't care she had made the girl cum and had enjoyed doing it intensely and it was only as Michelle detached her cunt from Sarah's face and the sticky strands connecting her lips to Michelle's pussy lips that she realised what a wanton slut she had turned into between her ex-pupils legs. And of course as Michelle stepped back and quickly got dressed again (and indeed disappeared from the room in a hurry) Sarah was brought crashing down by the beaming spectre of Becky.

"Now Miss Price, you've shown us all what a total slut you really are. Shown us what a hypocritical cunt you really were at school, you've only got a couple more things before we'll call this even. First up Drew is going to fuck you up the arsehole, you've taken it in the ass before I assume?"

The question was delivered so sarcastically and condescendingly that Sarah inwardly fumed, god how she wanted to wipe that smirk off Becky's face, but right about then she had far bigger concerns, she did not like anal sex, yes she had done it before but only once and it had hurt and she had told herself she would not indulge in it again, anything else yes but not that.

"Come on Becky, you've had your fun, there is no way........."

She stopped as Becky loomed over her and grabbed her hair.

"No! No more bitch! You don't tell me what to do anymore! You're not my teacher anymore, your just a fucking slut, and you do what I fucking say! Now I'm going to untie you and you are going to do just what I tell you. You are going to bend over on that bed and let Drew fuck your ass or else!!"

Becky was manic as she nearly shouted at Sarah and the teacher perceptibly shrunk and shied away from her former pupil, she was dangerous and scary and Sarah did not want to cross her. Automatically adopting a non-confrontational voice she lowered her eyes from Becky and spoke almost like a school girl would.

"Yes, Miss."

It was the response Becky had craved, for her this was as much about power as revenge and seeing it yielded by her hated teacher was sweet music to her ears.

"Right Drew, here's your chance. Make her squeal like a pig!"

Drew Ogilvy was a big lad. Standing over six foot four inches he had really stuck out at school. He had actually left a year or so before the others in the room, mainly because he really was not very academic. Actually, that is being kind he was very slow witted and was always just on the fringes of remedial class throughout his school days. But he was no genial giant and was renowned at the school for blurting out "fuck you up the ass" at the most inappropriate times to the female teachers and pupils. As Becky and Brenda busied themselves with releasing Sarah's arms and legs, Steve and Mike looked on with undisguised interest as the lumbering giant stepped forward and seemed to snap out of the dense trance he had appeared to be in. Sarah looked up and tried to appeal to his eyes but there was nothing there, his cloudy blue iris were set and intent on her creamy white backside as she was being flipped over by the girls and she could see there would be no reasoning with him. Before he had even taken out his dick she was facing towards the hotel room's door and having the ball gag jammed back in her mouth as Becky commented.

"Here, you might need this, don't want to disturb any of the other guests, do we?"

Becky was relishing this, Miss Price had been enjoying herself all together too much so far and while that had been a small part of her plan, to reveal her as the slut she was, she didn't want her to have it too easy. Instructing Brenda to hold Sarah's hands over the edge of the bed she came round behind her and slapped her bare bottom.




Naughty Miss



"Right then Drew, what do you want to do?"

"Fuck her up the ass" was his slow, syrupy response, it sent chills up Sarah's spine.

"Here, let me give you a target then big boy!"

Cackled Becky as reached for Sarah's taught ass cheeks and with one hand on each pulled them apart to reveal a small dark hole that she stretched wider and more inviting to the dull witted boy. It was an invite he did not require to be made twice. The simpleton had his stone washed jeans around his ankles and his rigid cock jutting out in front of him and he wasted no time or gentleness in getting right up behind his former teacher and ramming his dick hard in her asshole. The entry made Sarah squeeze her eyes shut and shout ineffectually into her gag and she could little else but match Drew's hard pounding motion and allow herself to be taken in this way, it certainly wasn't comfortable. Still as the big lummox continued to ram her she was at least rewarded with the edge of the bed rubbing constantly against her labia and within a few short pounds she was cumming from the pent up frustration of earlier and this new sensation. It did, of course, have the effect also of making it look like she had just cum from being fucked in the shithole. A point Becky was not slow to point out. Not that it mattered because big Drew was in a world of his own and was merrily buggered Sarah for another ten minutes or so before exploding deep within her bowels and filling it with cum. he finally withdrew, a dreamy innocent smile across his face, it was the best day of his life.

"No Miss Price, we're nearly done, you've had your fun and shown us all what a slut you are, it's time you showed us where your rightful place is in relation to me."

Becky dragged Sarah onto her knees beside the bed, cum slowly emerging from her asshole.

"You will kiss my ass! You will lick it as well! Go on, get started it's the second to last thing I'll tell you to do to buy our silence."

This was it. This was Becky's crowning glory, her ultimate revenge on the teacher she had seen as her hated enemy for the past twelve months or so. She couldn't help but beam at the collection of friends and wasters she had assembled for her purpose (and of course make sure Brenda was ready with her digital camera – this was a moment of prosperity Becky would want to relive again and again) and urge her demands once more from her mouth.

"Come on Miss Price pucker up and k- my sweet ass! Kiss it!"

Sarah was defeated now, of course she didn't want to do this, to demean herself in this fashion to this little brat. But it was the easiest way of appeasing her and keeping her quiet, the others, it seemed, had got what they had come for and wouldn't seem to offer any further threat but Becky was a different story altogether. Sarah doubted kissing her ass would be enough but what choice did she have. She leaned forward and did it, planting a full lip kiss on her tormentors ass cheeks. She was right, it wasn't going to be enough.

"That's it you slut, kiss my asss, show me the proper respect you never showed me at school! Now get that slut mouth of yours in deeper, get right in and lick my ass crack! Do it! Lick my asshole!"

This was new territory for Sarah, she had never even dreamt of doing this to either a man or a woman but her submissive side had taken over and she did as she was told by Becky and found her well worked tongue sliding between Becky's teenage butt cheeks and stabbing at her arse. Unknown to her Brenda was taking a raft of pictures and film to remember this glorious moment for Becky and Becky was giving the camera big thumbs up!

When she was satisfied Becky stepped forward, leaving Sarah to almost fall flat on her face, her t- still outstretched, almost comically. What happened next was not so funny though. Becky walked to the dressing table and dipped her hand into her handbag and produced a pair of scissors. With Sarah kneeling, defeated and humbledf in a circle of the teenagers Becky explained the last part of her revenge.

"You spent the whole of last year trying to teach all that shit we didn't need to know, Miss Price. Well look at the mess you have got yourself in Miss. How can you honestly expect to teach kids things when you obviously need to learn some lessons yourself? Well I'm going to teach you. First up take these scissors and cut you hair off."

"What? No way..."

"Take them and do it! You'll learn your lesson all the better doing it yourself Miss!"

Becky's eyes were ablaze with determination and intensity and Sarah felt helpless to do anything but comply. She was proud of her beautiful brown locks but as she took the scissors from her ex-pupil she felt her power and energy and slipped her thumb and finger into the finger guards and held her own fringe up and snipped a full length off it. Becky's eyes gleamed and urged Sarah on.

"More! Hack it off! I want much more than that to teach you a proper lesson!"

More went from the front and sides.

"More!"

Her long hair that cascaded over her shoulders went next in three blind snips that left a much shorter mess at the back. Still Becky urged her on, her voice rising and her attitude almost one of ecstasy.

"More! Hack it off slut!"

Until finally Sarah Price knelt in a pile of her own hair, she waited until Becky nodded and dropped the scissors to the floor and looked at the mess on the carpet and timidly touched the uneven disarray her previously perfect haircut was. There would be no easy way to cover it up and indeed, it would have to be shorn much shorter to even get it looking half sensible, There was no way that when the new term started she would be anything other than nearly a skinhead. It was certainly something she would not forget in a hurry. But Becky had one last nasty surprise for the teacher.

"Take off those stockings. hand them here, that's it. Brenda, get her coat from the wardrobe and guys get that stuff (the toys and cuffs, etc) and pack it in her bag. Is her purse in her coat?"

"Yes."

"Good. Take it and the coat and go and book Miss Price out of the room, here, take the room card too. Guys take her car keys and go and put the case in, I'll be out in a minute, get the car started. Oh don't worry Miss we'll drive it home for you and pop your purse through your letterbox."

Sarah knelt there and watched the activity around her, watched as Becky tipped her hair into the bin in the room. As the others did their tasks only Sarah and Becky were left in the room. Becky smiled triumphantly at Sarah and pulled her to her feet, opened the door and let it fall shut, locking. The two stood in the corridor, Sarah stark naked. Becky took two items from her bag and dropped them at Sarah's feet, then a second two. They were two cheap high heeled shoes, two sizes too big for Sarah's feet, one micro miniskirt and one tiny, white, tight cut-off T-shirt with the word "WHORE" printed in big letters on the front. As Sarah scrambled to retrieve them and squeeze them on Becky left her with these words.

"Those clothes suit you Miss! Now you've got no cash, no car, no phone and you've got twenty miles to go to get home looking like that I suggest you spend the time learning your lesson not to mess with kids like me!"

And with that Becky ran off down the corridor and out into the waiting car of kids that screeched out of the car lot and onto the road back to Miss Price's home. Sarah caught her reflection in a mirror and almost fainted.

*

Three hours, four miles walked and sixteen hitchhiked (for which she paid with by giving an old lorry driver the best blow job of his life, and Sarah was home. Fortunately it was dark so her neighbours would not see her state of attire. But she reflected, Becky had been right she had spent the time thinking, thinking about ways of getting her own revenge on the little bitch!

TO BE CONTINUED??