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Casey at the Bat Ch. 01

By: jerratica



Here she comes again. Walking across the lobby, every head swivels boy and girl, as she makes her way to the back of the room. She is blonde with a certain type of haughtiness that causes women to have uncomfortable thoughts, men wild visions in dreams. Dressed in a red-striped tube top, red miniskirt and 5" stiletto ruby slippers she was every man's Dorothy and she was walking into my office.

I am a very unimposing man of twenty-six, reddish-brown hair tied back in a ponytail, good enough physique for tennis but not football, recently married to a woman I now find cold as a fish in bed and this angel stops at my desk bends over just enough for me to get that incredible uncomfortable feeling once again in my loins and asks if I am alright.

If I'm all right, of course I'm not all right. My view of her tank top to say the least is revealing to say the most is heaven. My ability to rise from my desk will have to wait several minutes as I think of baseball and mothers. A knowing smile curls her lips with just the cruelest bend, then she thrusts her body upright and begins speaking.

"We went to the mall last night, and Jimmy and Suzy and Carol were all at the bowling pins," She smirks, "Hey are you listening to me?" She bends back over the desk, "or is there only one thing on your mind."

She laughs and straightens again and I am beginning to feel powerless in the wake of this beauty, the wake of this exuberance. "I bet you would be nervous if the other kids could see what I can."

She looks directly at my crotch that smile playing upon her lips again, then pulls out a paper from her notebook and hands it to me.

"Could you look over my paper" she moves around the desk, "I'm having trouble with some of my punctuation". The air conditioner must have turned off because the temperature in the office has elevated to an unbearable degree. She places her hand on my arm in an all-too-familiar gesture as I try to read the paper she has given me. I don't see any mistakes and when I raise my eyes the pattern of red and white appear so close, the fragrance of her shampoo so enticing, the hardness of a point in the center of her breast so alluring. I quickly point out a mistake attempting to break the spell, the overpowering spell, but in my exuberance brush across her breast. 

"Ooh baby," that smile again, "Did you do that on purpose or could you just not have helped yourself." She is toying with me like a butterfly on a pin and I try to speak, but as I do she thrusts her breast against my lips. "Am I turning you on, mister man?" Damn my wife for turning me down last night. I gaze across the lab to see if anyone has noticed my little indiscretion as she bends to my ear and whispers "Is your wee little winkee glad to see me." She grabs at my cock. "Oh, I guess we'll have to come up with a new name for that won't we." She squeezes hotly; still no one is paying attention. "I think I'll call it worm, is your big hairy worm glad to see me?"

She squeezes again and I can feel the mother of all orgasms approaching, she abruptly lets go. I groan as she rises to her full height, but all I see is her skirt ride up and her panties come into view. Standing there with her legs slightly spread I can make out the outline of her lips through the cotton, can detect a slight fragrance of her womanhood, a smell like heaven that only an eighteen year old possesses. I breathe in deeply hoping not to be caught but as I gaze upward she towers above that damn grin prominent.

"How's the view from down there?" she smirks and I realize that I have bent forward in my chair, "My but your face shades a proper crimson when you're embarrassed and speaking of bare-assed". She drops her pencil and turns and bends over straight-kneed to retrieve it. I am graced by a sight I could not believe. I dated several girls in college and since I am a leg man, all were nicely proportioned. In fact, one of the reasons I married my wife was because of her nice butt. But I had never encountered at this close proximity the globes caressed by those frill panties. Now I understand the term a "heart-shaped box" and caught in an insane desire I pushed my nose right up in the center of those nades.

"Was there something good there to sniff you naughty boy. My my does my tush make you lose control," she gazed down at me, "And that blush is a perfect shade." I quickly looked up from my indiscretion and scoured the room. Did anyone see what I had done, did anyone notice? I thought I caught a glimpse of one, maybe a smile from another, this is insanity. She straightened up once again adjusted her skirt and strutted out of my office, flicking a note upon my desktop as she leaves.

Let me explain my predicament. I work in a computer lab at a local community college in the Midwest. We cater to as many as a thousand students in a week over half being of the female gender. Girls walking in dressed in the scantiest of clothing, girls flirting or perhaps it is the other way around. And believe me, my ass is fired if I should become embroiled in a scandal such as this. The community we live in is small and god fearing, a church going community. And to say the least working in this proximity to this much tail has placed a strain upon my marriage, my wife being of the conservative type: church on Sundays, missionary, wifely duty, no noise, etc.

Then in walks this goddess, Casey Martin, who moves like an angel and seven evening stars. She is definitely not homegrown; she must be from California or some other exotic region, because no one before her has ever made me feel this way before. Trembling I picked up the note and read it: Meet me by your car at 1:00 sharp and we can continue where we left off. Don't make me talk to the dean. -Casey

I sat stock-still at my desk after she left, praying that my raging hard-on would subside before a student asked for help, but the more I thought of the humiliation the harder I got. I had to do something to get this girl out of my head, picked up a football magazine and read until I was presentable. I spent the next few hours helping students, chatting with them, but my thoughts returned constantly to the note. This was quite a quandary, to risk a scandal and an adulteress one and with a student for god's sake. Then I thought about the note and the threat that was implied, what did she mean talk to the dean.

I broke out in a sweat as 1:00 approached still unsure of my course of action. Sex with the wife had trickled away to practically nothing. Hell, since we've been married she has rarely been aggressive in bed and had certainly never pushed her ass in my face. At least with Casey I would get the tail I had always dreamed of regardless of the consequences. Then I came back to the threat, who does the little bitch think she is. I was working up the nerve to tell her where to get off. I swear as I left my office, as I made a lame excuse to my lab partner, as I walked outside onto the balcony of the building, I was determined to tell her off. At the railing I saw her, even at 500 feet it was obvious it was her. She saw me, waved then bent over and wiggled her ass. I had to laugh; all the fight left me I had to have this angel.

I tried to walk inconspicuously to my car, as if nothing was going on, just an appointment. She was standing two cars down, I sighed in relief, as I hurried to open the door and get in. I reached over to unlock her door and wave her over, but she stopped at the passenger door. I worded what's the problem to her, but she remained arms folded across her breasts, eyes shooting laser beams down at me.

"What kind of manners were you brought up with, worm," almost shouting, "Get your ass out here and open this door." I rushed out of my side terrified that someone had heard and quickly grabbed the latch and opened the door for her regalness. "That's better, worm." And I swear as she smoothed her skirt and sat in the seat she rose up and slapped me with her palm right in the nuts.

It didn't really hurt just made me aware that I was sporting another growing hard on. She pulled her knees up sitting sideways in the seat and told me she wanted to go to the olive garden for lunch then began talking amiably, perhaps it was just an accident. I caught a glimpse of red again and began to sweat. As I walked her in I had a growing trepidation due to my circumstance, the little bugger refused to go down. I avoided the amenities as Casey was in her realm ordering a table in the corner, a specific waitress, her bearing commanded respect.

We sat at the table and perused the menu. I heard the sound of a chair moving then felt something at my crotch, she was manipulating my hard on with her toes, a groan escaped.

"Just can't seem to control it, can ya?" a coy look, " maybe I'll have to do something about that." She continued the manipulation even when the waitress arrived, I was sure she knew something was up. Casey ordered an expensive bottle of wine, which once more brought me back to the wife then as the waitress was leaving she grabbed the girl's arm and brought her lips to the girl's ear in a conference. I could not hear what was said but by the expression on the girl's face, which was now bent down her knockers practically in my face, I could tell it was something unusual. Her knockers were beautifully round and I was mesmerized, but out of the corner if my eye I could swear I saw Casey goose her, at least her expression gave it away. She trembled as she left quickly from the table only to return momentarily and have another conference this time shoving something into Casey's hand. When she left I thought I could detect a tear in her eye.

We had the inevitable small chat, she had grown up in California, and her parents sent her to this hellhole to keep her away from trouble, the usual teen trauma. Her foot returned to my cock and balls massaging them nicely. I told her very guarded things about myself, she did not pry in fact she did not seem interested at all, yawning on several occasions. I tried to play it up a little, I so wanted her I don't know respect, approval. I was falling for her like a ton of bricks and that was when the wall came crashing down.

"You want me to do what?!" I tried to control my voice. She just sat there dangling the panties in her hand. "I want you to wear them for me, lover," she was like a cat purring "You can do this one little thing for me."

"No way," I had had enough, "You're crazy you know that." I felt the pressure increase from her foot the heel of which was now crushing my balls into the chair.

"Crazy enough to know that men going around sniffing girl's asses aren't going to last long at the job they have."

"But why me?" My voice cracked from the heel's pressure. "I haven't done anything to you other than be attracted to you. I haven't even made a pass."

"Your nose up my ass was enough of a pass," she snarled, "Don't think I haven't noticed you these last few weeks staring at my tits, and my ass. And seeing you practically drooling over my pussy back there."

"Okay, calm down," I tried lowering my tone, "just quiet down would ya. There are people here, people that might..." I saw her take up the napkin and dab her eyes. "Oh god, don't start crying I can't stand it when a woman cries."

"I just want to make friends," she sniffled, "I liked you and I don't know how else to go about making friends. And anyway you have to admit that today has been a hell of a lot more exciting than anything else in your life." She smiled like a princess and I reached over to dab her eyes not realizing that I had picked up the panties.

"If you wear them for me," she grabbed them with both hands, "my toes will be able to make you feel marvelous."

"Okay, just this once," I had to admit she was right about my life and all. "But only this once." The cat smile returned.

"Oh, and bring your underwear back to me in a ball and hand them over, it will be so fuckin hot."

I couldn't believe I was doing this but my dick said yes and I followed. I felt ridiculous trying to silently pull my pants down in a public restroom, much less take off my underwear, although there was a part of me that felt a sense of adventure. I examined the panties, they were powder-blue thong briefs with laces around the rim and I noticed a special scent. Sniffing I realized that it was pussy juice, piss or whatever, but what a heavenly aroma. I reached my tongue out to take a taste, mmmm.

I then realized the time, what is wrong with me, and hurriedly tried putting them on. They were much too small for me and I ripped them pulling them up, but finally they were on and my cock sprang to life once again. I was going to have to get some relief or I was going to explode.

Back at the table Casey was finishing a glass of wine, her plate looked scrumptious.

"I already ordered for you," the smirk was back, "the salad. So did it take you that long to get your fat ass into the panties or were you to busy sniffing them and jerking your worm off." I began to sit but a hand stopped me, "Aren't you forgetting something?" I handed her the ball of cotton, her look of triumph forced me to bow my head in shame.

"What's wrong not having fun anymore. Well put a smile on that face or I'll make you go back in the shitter and finish the job." She got a giggle, "You could use a little dressing for that salad." I just stared at her, something inside of me lost.

The rest of lunch went by in a daze, her toes driving me to heights of ecstasy only to stop at the most inopportune moments; her driving sarcasm matched her sexuality to a tee. I don't even remember paying for the meal, my only concentration being on how to avoid the guests from staring at my rampant manhood poking over the top of my lacy panties.

I drove her back to her place an apartment on the second floor, lunch had run over two hours and getting back to work was pointless so I decided to make the best of it. I followed the skirt and pantied ass up the stairs like a dog and once at the threshold. She turned to me and gave me the sweetest smile.

"Aren't you going to give me my first date kiss," my cock sprang to erection, my heart beat my excitement rose then fell. She turned her back to me, spread her legs and jutted her ass out to me.

"C'mon stud, on your knees and give me a nice kiss." I swear I don't remember getting on my knees, but I do remember burying my face between her two globes and giving her a long wet kiss right on her anus. Before I arose I caught the curtains move in the window out of the corner of my eye, I was dead.

Casey at the Bat Ch. 02



The next day I was a mess. Waiting in anticipation for the moment that Casey would walk in. The day was moving along and still no sign of her, my mind was frazzled. About two o'clock an attractive young lady came into my office. She was about 5'4" with long dirty blonde hair and a rack that barely managed to stay held in the halter she was wearing. She could be described as slightly overweight due to her large breasts and a classic bubble butt encased in white shorts. God the spring really brings out the beauty...

"Casey sent me to give you a present," she looked down at me and I suddenly realized that this was the girl from the olive garden, the girl whose panties I was forced(?) to put on the day before. "And I have a message for you after you do what I tell you," she pulled a pair of flowery panties from her halter "I've been keeping these warm for you," she stretched them across her tits and my hard on jumped in my pants.

"Casey says that you should be wearing these when you go to her apartment after work," I was mortified. Here was a girl holding up a pair of panties with the full knowledge that I would be wearing them later in the day. I mean what could I do? I would have to play this game out in order to see that vision once again. 

"Is there someplace we can go?" The question brought me out of my revelry. 

"Excuse me?" 

"Is there a place we can go? Casey was quite explicit. She wishes for you to put on the panties now." 

"But I'm at work. Can't I put them on later on my way..."? 

"Lookit, you put them on now or the game is over. Casey said that I should be present when you put your little girly panties on and there's one other thing," she brushed her nipple, which immediately became erect. "I want my panties back," she dangled the panties, "you get these and I get mine."

I didn't know what to do. They actually thought I would wear the panties to work. My mind went back to last night in the toilet as I sniffed those panties and masturbated while the wife snored away, how I lost control as the fragrance of pussy, piss and asshole engulfed me, how I stuck out my tongue and licked the juices off the crotch even cleaning the brown streak that was so pungent the taste came back just now. Her taste, not Casey's, her pussy, her asshole, my cock was like steel in my pants.

"C'mon, I don't have all day," I showed her into the stock room, my face crimson with embarrassment, but somehow I felt the humiliation to be quite thrilling. She shut and locked the door then turned dangling the panties in front of me, a delicious smirk on her face. 

"Hurry up panty boy and drop those drawers before someone comes looking for you." Her nipples were hard in the halter, her breathing deepened as with a sigh I resigned myself to unbuckling my belt and slowly dropped my trousers. The girl leaned across and hissed in my ear, "What the fuck are those? Casey said you'd be wearing my panties. What did you do with my panties you fucking pervert? God are you going to be in trouble when she finds out. Now get that fucking underwear off and hand them over." 

I can't describe the humiliation I felt as I hooked the waistband with my thumb and lowered my briefs. 

"Nice." She got on her knees and took my cock in her hand, then her tongue brushed across the head, then her mouth engorged the entire shaft sending me weak in the knees. After three slurps and me on the edge of orgasm, she abruptly pulled away. 

"Get these on so I can get out of here," she thrust the panties in my hand, "and no sniffing them." As I shucked my shoes and ripped off first the trousers then the underwear, she continued, "You sluts are all alike, sniffing her panties, licking her stains like they were gold, praying to get in her pants, that's a laugh." 

I shimmied the panties up my legs barely getting them over my hips; they were constricting my hard on something terrible. 

"You look so cute," she took the underwear as I put on my trousers, "Jeez, they're all wet from your disgusting cum. I should make you clean them first, but I don't have time. Be at Casey's at 4:00 sharp, not a minute late if you know what's good for you." She left me in the stock room, my head bowed, eyes downcast, trembling from my need to come.



Casey at the Bat Ch. 03



For the next two hours I was like a caged animal. I thought everyone could see that I was wearing a pair of panties. To make matters worse, the crotch was cutting off circulation to my manhood while the back was riding up the crack of my ass. It was humiliating to be explaining something then suddenly turn and have to readjust because of a new spasm of pain. I think an older woman gave me a knowing smile, but at that point I was too horny to think, my precum oozed into the stretched satin.

Finally, four came around and I hightailed it out to get to her apartment. I was taking two steps at a time to get up to her room and knock on the door. I knocked again, looking at my watch 4:10. At four fifteen I began to turn to go, crestfallen, when the doorknob turned and there before me was Casey. I think I actually pulled a muscle in my cock as it straightened to greet her. 

She was a wet dream male fantasy-a charcoal corset pushed up those luscious melons, thigh high latex boots with just a twinge of garter showing, black satin panties, and heavy eye make up-you get the picture. I almost came on the spot.

"You're late, worm." She let me enter, but looked pissed. "On your knees," she turned and bent at the waist presenting her satin rear to me, "What is the proper way to greet me?" I remembered the other day and buried my face into her soft folds kissing profusely. 

"That's enough," she turned bending towards me, "Strip those clothes off; everything but the panties," I felt a raging fire burning my face as I stumbled through her order, not to mention a raging hardon. When I finished with the shoes I looked to her for instructions but she just glared, hypnotizing me with those violet orbs. 

I clumsily fell back on my knees and only then did a slight smirk spread across her face. She bent towards me offering me a view of her perfect tits, then dug her fingernail underneath my chin, her eyes blazing, "You are wearing them, aren't you? The frilly panties I was nice enough to send to you today," her voice began rising. 

"You did follow my instructions, not like the present I received earlier this fucking afternoon." She led my eyes towards the back of the room. The other girl was bent over a chair wearing only a t-shirt, her ankles tied to the forward legs and her wrists tied to the opposite legs so that her naked bubble butt and pussy were the prominent features available to the eye. That is except for my Hanes underwear draped over her head. "Do you see what happens to bad little girls and boys that disappoint me," her nails dug deeper into my cheek, "Do you!?" 

She walked towards the other girl, picking a flat leather paddle up from the couch as she sashayed. "I asked little missy here to go pick up her panties and bring them back to me. But when she got here she had only those disgusting things in her hand. She claims that it is your fault." She began gliding the paddle along the girl's rump and up her back, causing a shiver, "Then she whined about the fact that you had soiled your little nappies with your nasty droppings". 

She grabbed the girl's head and pointed it towards me. "So you can see where the wet spot is," she rubbed the dirty underwear in the girl's face and laughed, "Right where I can rub her nose in it. Isn't that right little missy?" 

Only a muffled sound came from the girl, but through one leg hole I could see one eye and I knew it hated me. I had not moved throughout this exchange, perhaps from lust perhaps from fear, I felt both these emotions in equal measures. 

She seemed consumed by rubbing the underwear in the girl's face, "Here's that nasty brown streak, it's just like sticking your nose up his asshole," she caressed the girl's back with the leather, causing goosebumps to form and the girl to undulate, "And you know what he did with your pretty panties last night. Why, I bet that he even licked that naughty brown streak in yours, licked it right up until they were clean." 

Her eyes now turned toward me, "Isn't that right, worm, didn't you lick those panties until they were clean, rinsed them off with your spit so you could wear them the next day." 

I was like a bird in front of a cobra, paralyzed hypnotized by her beauty, still on my knees where moments ago I had kissed her ass.

"Answer me, Godamnit!" 

"Yes. Yes I did, last night, I did just what you said. I'm sorry, I didn't know you wished me to wear them the next day. I kept them." 

"You must learn to anticipate my wishes," she turned her attention back to the girl and began fondling her pussy with the paddle, "But today is not about you." A shot went off like gunfire and the girl's body shot forward as much as was allowable, her rump began to redden. 

"Today, I must decide what to do with a disobedient slut who doesn't return with panties when I tell her to return with panties." She laid on another shot and I could hear a muffled whimper. 

"Why don't you tell worm why your screams are so muffled?" Another spank and my cock was harder then it has ever been. She went back to the girl's front, dragging the paddle along her spine. 

"Tell me little one, are you enjoying sniffing worm's ass trail." The girl shook her head no. "or perhaps you would like to sniff the real thing." The girl violently shook her head no. Casey reached her hand to the girl's sex trailing a finger across the lips. I remained on my knees mesmerized. 

"Something has gotten that pussy all hot and bothered, why you're soaking wet. Come here worm." I still could not move, but trembling I began to get up. "ON YOU KNEES. Like a dog." I began moving mechanically across the carpet on my knees. She met me in front of the chair and grabbing my ponytail leading me to the girl's butt. 

"It's only fitting that if she has to smell your nasty brown tracks that you should return the favor." She jammed my face into the pillows of the girl's butt. The heady aroma of shit and sweat along with the wafting nectar of her heat made my head spin. Here I was on my hands and knees, my cheeks flushed with hers, my nose touching her asshole, my lips against her lips which were secreting rich fluids. 

"Now sniff her ass like the dog you are. But no touching her pussy. Do you understand me? Not a single lick." It was torture, truly torture to not lick up the cum that was drooling from her pussy.

"Now where was I? Oh yes, I was explaining what turned that cunt into a faucet of cum. You see, when Mindy showed me the prize, I got a little pissed off," her laughter was both cruel and musical, "quite literally in fact. I had a little accident." Suddenly the ass was torn away from me and I looked up to see that Casey had ripped my underwear off the girl's head. The paddle smashed down in front of my face. 

"Get your face back in that ass. Let's see did I shit or piss my panties huh little one. Either way she has been cleaning my panties the entire time, haven't you my sweet. And is that what made your cunny all wet for me? Good. But that isn't quite enough punishment, is it? You need a little paddling to remember your place. And then maybe something for that hot cunt of yours. 

"Enjoying yourself, worm?" I knew better than to disengage myself from my task and the more I sniffed the more erotic the combined scents had become until I became intoxicated with them jamming my nose up the girl's ass, her hole clenching and unclenching. As I nodded my head a muffled groan escaped the captive girl's lips and I began leaking pre-cum from my cock.

The paddle exploded on the girl's backside inches from my head. "What the fuck is that?!" Another blow. "You fucking worm, you're leaking on the floor." My hair was grabbed and my face dislodged from the heaven I was experiencing. She threw a condom at me, then jammed my face into those wonderful pillows again rubbing me up and down the girl's asscrack. The girl began undulating, trying to get her pussy into the action. Another crack on the ass, another muffled scream. 

"That's enough. Now put that on." I unwrapped the condom and put it over my dick as she roughly grabbed me by the hair and yanking placed my erection inches from the girl's face. 

"Now here's the game we're going to play. I'm going to paddle your fanny, little girl and if you can take it silently then you win. But the first sound that comes out of you and we'll have to find some way to gag you." She reached for my cock and stroked it towards her. Then she began pulling the sopping panties out of the girl's mouth and held them up to the light. 

"Not a very good job of cleaning. Perhaps you could do better." She was like lightening as she came for me cuffing my hands behind my back and shoving the panties into my mouth. The taste was awful, almost like kerosene. 

"Now here's your part. You are to stand ready and any sound out of the bitch's mouth you shut her up. Oops no hands, it looks like you'll have to use that worm of yours. That could be good or not good depending on how Mindy here decides she likes you. I've seen men's cocks bitten right off before. Okay, everyone know their places, let's begin."

Casey moved around the girl and let lose a blow. Mindy winced but did not shout out. Another blow, another wince. "Oh and if she does shout out I'll put you over this chair and use a flogger on you." She continued and by the third the winces had turned to short hisses. By the fifth she began little squeals and by eight her mouth opened wide and I shoved my cock right down her throat. Now the blows came in rapid succession as the moans became muffled until I realized that the moans were coming from me. 

"If you come, your finished." I could not help myself the pent up release had taken over my body and there was no turning back. With a shrill I came like I had never come before, pouring torrents of cum into the condom. The paddling stopped. I looked down and saw the girl drenched in sweat her hair matted against her body, her ass on fire.

"Get over here worm. You are a quick one aren't you? Here let me get these out of your mouth." She pulled out the panties and disgustingly tossed them on her slave's back. "Your breath smells like shit. We can't have you going home like that." She removed the condom from my cock. 

"Get dressed." I started to put on my clothes, but was unsure of what to put on. Suddenly my underwear was tossed to me. I turned around and watched as Casey lazily fondled the girl's pussy. 

"Put them on. We don't want wifey getting jealous." She laughed as I pulled the wet underwear over my thighs, then put on my slacks and shirt. 

"Come here." I went. "You will be back here at 8:00 Saturday morning to discuss your transgressions. Expect to stay the entire day. And when you come back I want these panties all cleaned up" She jammed them down my trousers, her hand brushing along my penis. 

"It's really too bad you were so quick. We were going to have sooo much fun." She caressed my cheek, then slapped it. "But you ruined it. Get out."

As I turned to leave, she called out. "Wait, we can't have wifey smelling that horrible breath. I have some gum for you to chew while you drive home." She stuck the condom in my mouth, my own cum coating my tongue, it was repulsive. But my dick sprang up once again at the humiliation of what she had done. 

"You chew on this all the way home and when you get there give your wifey a big kiss. Then you can tell her what a brownnose you really are." I looked at her lovingly chewing the rubber, swallowing the emissions. 

"What are you waiting for. Get out!" Out of the corner of my eye as I shut the door a caught a glimpse of Casey pulling up a harness of some kind with a dildo protruding from her crotch. "I said Get Out Worm!"

As I got in my car I looked in the rear view mirror and saw that my nose was indeed brown. Instinctively I reached for the first thing in my pocket, but grasped the waistband of the panties. As I wiped my nose off with the filthy panties, I felt a wave of decadence a debauchery well up inside and knew I wouldn't be able to make it home without jacking off just one more time.



Casey at the Bat Ch. 04



When I got home I avoided my wife like the plague until I could get to the bathroom and brush and wash. I had to decide what to do, how I was going to wash her panties without the wife knowing. We ate in practical silence then watched TV. Later, I smuggled my treasure into the shower and washed them the best I could. When I got to bed my wife was reading on her stomach. I noticed that the hem of her nightgown had bunched at her hip and the delicate curve of her buns glimpsed out. I had an uncontrollable urge to stick my face between the pillows and lick along her crack. As I touched her back she turned quickly and asked me what I was doing. I mumbled something about her lovely derriere and she told me to back off while she was reading.

The days at the office merged into one until Friday finally arrived, Saturday just around the bend. I was working when an older student came into my office. She was frumpy and dog faced with a huge butt, something I had not noticed before.

"Mr. H the students in the back are making quite a racquet," she leaned over the desk conspiratorially, "and they are looking up inappropriate pictures on the Internet." 

"Thank you," I hesitated. "Dora. Thank you Dora for bringing it to my attention." I, of course, knew who the students were. I had been trying to avoid looking at Casey and her friends for fear of my reaction.

"Well, are you going to do something about it or not?" she had a sharpness to her features that became truly evil when she was mad. "Isn't anyone man enough to do anything about that girl. I have her in three classes and she gets away with murder."

"Alright, alright," I got up from my desk and went out to confront the noise. They were in the back corner giggling and aahing. And when I appeared behind them I lost all train of thought.

"See this is my website," it was Casey. "I like to put on all my newbies." She glanced at me from the corner of her eye, a look of disgust crept in. I was frozen by the photo: a woman tied to a chair, a man on all fours behind her wearing panties with his face plastered to her ass. I lost my, voice, my breath I believe I hyperventilated.

"Ah, young ladies, I don't believe that is appropriate viewing in a public place." My voice cracked as I said it, all eyes on me. Knowing eyes and the embarrassment was more than I had ever experienced, my knees went week. Then to my mortification, I began to get hard looking at that photo of me, my face in her ass. I was losing control.

I had to get out of there. I rushed to the doors and outside, finding my way to the restroom went in the stall and sat on the toilet. I was shaking from my reaction, from the way that Casey began laughing, the girls following and I knew that I was on the verge of losing my job.

I wandered aimlessly around campus, not paying attention to anything for a while. I strolled as if my life was carefree as it had been only a few weeks before. I thought of how I loved this time of year when the leaves were changing, how the breeze had that little bite that meant winter was coming. I didn't notice at first that the girl who accosted me was one of the girls that was looking at the pictures in my lab.

"Mr H you gotta come quick," her name was Mia and she was a spicy little Latina girl. "there's something going on in the restroom...a commotion." She dragged me back to my building and up the steps and before I knew it I was standing in front of the girl's restroom. I could hear hollering going on but resisted as Mia pushed me forward to see what the commotion is.

"I can't go in there," I mustered enough force to stop her pushing, but behind me the door opened and two sets of arms yanked me into the room and twirled me so that I lost my balance and ended up on my knees. Towering before me was a furious Casey and I knew that whatever would happen in the next few minutes was undoubtedly not going to be good.

"I can't fucking get over this place," her shorts and panties were dangling at her spread knees as she placed her hands on her hips and continued. "I fucking come in here to take a piss and there's no fucking toilet paper," I began to rise and tell her that I would get some, but the backhand that caught me straight across the face left me slightly dazed. Like lightening, she grabbed my ponytail as if it were a leash and proceeded to drag me along on all fours into a stall and propping my face over the toilet.

"What do you see besides my luscious pee in the toilet," her voice had calmed slightly or she was getting turned on as she held my face firmly over the bowl. "Do you see any toilet paper?" she grabbed my ponytail and jerked my head back painfully. "Well do you?"

"No ma'am," she pushed my face back and got a whiff of the acrid urine mixing with the water in the bowl.

"Well, what the fuck are you going to do about it," she yanked my head back up. For the first time I registered that there were several girls milling about watching the events transpire and I felt that sinking feeling once more in the pit of my stomach. She inched closer, that immaculate peach inches from my face, so delicate, so resplendent. I inhaled deeply through my nostrils; heard a gasp or two.

"You girls get the fuck out of here," Casey hovered her pussy level with my forehead. "Me and Mr. Man are going to figure out a solution to the problem." She leaned down and exposed her breasts once again to me; her smile was cruel and cold.

"Get your tongue in there and clean my little girl pussy out, worm," she straddled my face bending my neck back and proceeded to use my nose and mustache as a mop to sop up her juices and urine. I began licking like crazy, resigned to the fact that my job was over, but not caring as the acrid taste turned sweet and beautiful once again. She gave a little squeal and shot nectar into my mouth and I drank it down like a thirsty man.

"Damn, that took the edge off," she looked with disgust at the sated expression on my face. "Gaddmanit worm, you even got off on drinking my pee." She slapped me again across the face. "How am I going to teach you a lesson if..." she turned from me until her backside was in its glory before me. 

"Oh worm, I haven't finished using my toilet paper yet," she pulled me by my ponytail into her asscrack. "It's been such a warm day and I'm so sweaty back there sitting all day," I reached out my tongue and was met by a somewhat musky scent. "And I'm not sure if I wiped all that well, but you don't care do you, my little ass-licker." She ground her ass on my face as I licked her entire crack from bottom to top accumulating the not so pleasant taste of her ass sweat.

"That's it, get that tongue up my shitter," she spread her one cheek and my tongue easily met her little starfish. "Make sure my shit chute is spanking clean." She tired long before I did and pulled away from me. Using my ponytail she pulled me towards her as if she expected a kiss. I puckered and revolted she slammed my head into the toilet bowl again.

"Did you really think I would kiss a pathetic little worm like you," she pushed harder so that my face was inches from the pissy water. "Don't you ever fucking talk to me the way you did in there or next time it won't just be my good friends who find out about you, but the whole school." She dropped the lid on the back of my neck.

"Stay there," she squatted to speak to me. "I want you to spend some time getting acquainted with my piss. This is your punishment for talking back to me in there and since you like to sniff my shithole so much I thought it only fair that my precious piss get equal time. Don't move for five minutes." I heard the stall door then the bathroom door swing open then closed. I tried to count as the odor assaulted my nostrils.

After a few minutes, I pulled myself together, dashed my face with water and went back to work. When I went back in the girls were nowhere to be found and I began to relax. I walked around edging towards the computer with the photos, but when I got there it had been erased. Breathing a sigh of relief, I went back to my office where Dora was waiting. She thanked me glancing at my desk with her eyebrows raised then left embarrassingly. I looked at my desk, at the note on my blotter drawn in a big heart, See you Saturday-Asslicker.