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Lesson Plan

By: Brandie69



Author's note: This is a story in two parts. The second part is complete and will be submitted a few days after the first. It is quite a bit longer than anything I've posted here before. I've tried to take at least some account of what readers have suggested they'd like to see me do differently, or better. All of the characters are over 18. As always, I love hearing from you and, well, I just hope you enjoy :) 

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Dr. Drew made a quick note on the tablet in front of her, and then looked back at me.

"Have you ever performed oral sex on a man?" 

I blushed to be discussing such an intimate topic with this older woman, and I wondered if I would have had this conversation with the mother I never really had.

I decided that I probably would have, and probably quite a bit sooner than this. Dr. Drew looked at me kindly and with no hint of judgment in her expression, and so with a little laugh that came from pure nerves, I blurted out, "have I ever given a blowjob, you mean?" I looked at the ceiling and pushed out the answer. "Yes," it was barely a breath, and I stopped, remembering the whole awful thing.

We were in college, and it was in my boyfriend's cramped, messy dorm room. It had seemed to take forever to finish -- my jaw ached long before it was over -- and when he finally did finish by shooting all of that stuff into my mouth, I was mortified. There was no sink or toilet in the room, of course, and I looked around furiously for some place to spit it out, finally settling on his roommate's trash can.

Tears welled in my eyes as he hurriedly buttoned his pants. He didn't touch me afterwards, like I wanted him to; hell, he didn't even thank me for sucking him off.

But he told me, when we broke up about a week later, that I wasn't very good at it. 

Not surprisingly, my first blowjob was also my last -- so far, anyway.

I hunched my shoulders down and waited for Dr. Drew's next question.

I guess I should start at the beginning. 

It was a couple of months before my 30th birthday. I was sitting on the couch eating a meal of coconut macaroons and staring at a blank TV screen when my brother came in. We were roommates just then, as he had talked me into moving in with him for a while after my last breakup.

"Why so glum, sis?"

I just glared at him, but, undeterred as usual, he came and sat down beside me. "I'm serious, Janie, I'm worried. What's up?"

And then the tears came, and I couldn't stop myself from answering him. The wall that had kept the answer inside me had finally been broken.

"Damn it, you know I'm about to turn 30. Do you have any idea what a ... a black fucking hole that feels like?"

I waited for him to remind me that he was 34, but he didn't. God bless him.

"And every fucking guy that I go out with breaks up with me pretty much right after ...." The wall might have crumbled, but I still couldn't finish that sentence. Not in front of my brother. They always break up with me right after we have sex for the first time.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I yelled the words through my tears, and I pounded the couch with my fist in time as I did it, actually making my hand sting from the force.

Daniel had always been a really good listener. It was why I was able to open up to him then. 

Back in my teens, our four-year age difference was the difference between an adult and a child. Although I envied the trophies he'd won, in things like baseball and chess, we had been far enough apart that we weren't typical rivals. With tennis and music, I had chased after his trophies, but always from afar. He might as well have been a generation older than me. And to tell you the truth, since our mother had left us when I was young, Daniel had basically raised me.

So he felt like both mother and father to me as he drew me out of my funk. And as I answered him, he started to reflect back to me what I was saying.

"OK, so, number one, you're afraid you're growing older and don't have a partner yet." I sniffed and tried not to nod in agreement. I was too angry with him for getting right to the point.

"Number two, men are mostly -- strike that -- only interested in sex...."

I interrupted him. "Exactly!" I thought bitterly of the men who had stripped off my clothes and then decided that what they found there didn't rise to their standards.

"And number three, you're not very experienced in that department." 

He had gotten right to the core of my mood. He waited for me to say something.

"I guess I'm just not all that interested in sex." I blushed, having said it.

He was patient, and he brushed my damned wiry strawberry blonde hair from my face. He took a long time before he finally asked, "Has a guy ever made you, you know, have an orgasm?"

"No." No embellishment. The answer to that question was "No."

"That's a damned shame," he scowled, and a moment later, "have you ever had an orgasm at all?"

I'm sure I blushed fiercely at that. He was basically asking me if I masturbated. "That's none of your business." In another instant I was bawling again.

Although I would trust Daniel to the ends of the Earth, I had to wonder where he was going with this. Was he just trying to look out for me in maybe the one department of my life we had never discussed?

He had taught me to drive, and I give him tons of credit for that: getting into a car again and again with an inexperienced, hormone-crazed sixteen-year-old girl. Was he about to suggest that he could teach me how to be a good lay?

Men. Maybe he was right after all. All they ever think about is sex.

But Daniel just sat still for a moment, looking thoughtful, before he continued. "Well, OK, look. I don't suppose you know this, but when I was younger, just out of college, in fact, Dad sent me to Dr. Drew for a similar thing."

I looked at him skeptically. "Dr. Drew?"

He nodded. "Dr. Drew Woodstone. It's what they call 'sex therapy,' but it's really more like a course in sexuality and, you know, sexual techniques."

"Get out of here," I said, and I waved my hand dismissively. "What's he going to do, tell me to bend over and take notes?" I pictured myself in just that position, with a dirty old white-haired man unbuttoning his pants there behind me.

"She," he answered. "Dr. Drew is a woman."

That came as a surprise. I just looked at Daniel, and so he went on. "It's an amazing program; I think you'd be very surprised. It all starts, and ends, really, with yourself, and by the end of it you'll understand yourself and the opposite sex like you never imagined. The things you'll learn from her might just be the difference for you."

He paused and looked at me as though trying to gauge my reaction. "I think you should try it." 

He had a hand on my shoulder as he said this, and I couldn't help thinking that my older brother was mothering me.

I looked down at my hands and mumbled, "I don't know, it's just, I...."

Holding his hand steady on my shoulder, Daniel waited for me to look him in the eye.

"Just promise me you'll think about it, OK? I won't pressure you. In the meantime, I'll, you know, try to answer any questions you have." Then, after holding my gaze for just one more moment, and crooking an eyebrow, he stood and went into the kitchen to see about a dinner more healthy than my plateful of coconut macaroons.

And that's how I found myself, a few weeks later, parked on the street outside Dr. Drew Woodstone's nondescript office. I had arrived there a good 20 minutes early for my appointment—enough to allow me to procrastinate and have a bundle of second thoughts and still, if I decided to go through with this, be there on time.

With about 10 minutes to go, the front door of Dr. Drew's office opened and a handsome dark-haired man emerged onto the sidewalk. He turned back once to the open doorway and said something to someone inside before he nodded and smiled, and then, thrusting his hands into his pockets, he turned away from where I was sitting in my car and he walked out of sight.

Not interested in sex? I chided myself as I watched the backside of his jeans as the man strolled away from me. I was totally interested in sex. Completely, insistently even obsessively interested in sex.

My problem was that I drove men away.

I thought about Dr. Drew. If she's a woman, I reasoned, she would have to be sensitive about this whole thing. Right? It can't just be "OK, miss, spread your legs and we'll get started." A female therapist wouldn't have anything to do with that sort of thing.

Telling myself this over and over, I finally got out of my car, although I felt as though my arms and legs were wrapped in lead weights. And my thoughts spun incessantly, trying to anticipate what I was getting myself into.

The first part of the appointment was an interview, to help her develop a "lesson plan" for me, as she said. That was what had brought us to the "blowjob" discussion. And there was more. It was all so matter-of-fact, and I was surprised at how easy it became to answer her questions.

She eventually came to a point where she had no more questions to ask. She paused for a moment, glancing over her notes, before pushing them off to the side.

"We're going to start by getting you in touch with yourself. That's where it all starts. You have to know what pleases you, first. And you have to be willing to take ownership of that."

Oh great, I thought. Masturbation. Yes, I had discovered it like everyone does, back when I was younger. But my life anymore was a cycle of being with men, expectantly waiting to get intimate with them, followed by hating my body and hating everything about sex.

But Dr. Drew broke my negative train of thought. "Today, you're just going to have a massage, just like you would get at a spa. In fact, for this afternoon I've borrowed a massage therapist from a spa that a friend of mine owns. His name is Roland. So, let's go ahead and get you ready."

She led me to a little room beside her office that resembled a large bathroom. It had a sink and a mirror and a commode off to the side, but in the center of it was a bench and a large cupboard for clients to hang up their clothes. A very comfy-looking white robe hung on a hook in the cupboard.

Everything about the room was pleasantly bright, clean and inviting.

"Go ahead and get completely undressed, and put on that robe, and then we'll go on in," she instructed. I hesitated for a moment, expecting her to leave me in privacy.

She saw my hesitation and immediately answered it. "Oh no, I'll be with you throughout this entire process, you know, so we might as well start here tonight. In fact, the first thing I want you to learn is to be happy in your own skin." Then she smiled easily. "Come on, show me what you've got. From what I can see, you're a perfectly attractive young woman."

I blushed. Dr. Drew stood there, arms folded, not brooking any objection. I was either going to strip naked in front of her or I was going to get up and leave, never to return.

OK, it's just a massage, I told myself. I don't have to go on beyond that, not if I don't want to. I avoided making eye contact with her as I took off my clothes.

I had never undressed in front of a grown woman before. When at last I peeled my panties down and off, I quickly folded them and set them in the cupboard with my other clothes, and just as quickly reached for the robe. Of course, in my haste, my hands fumbled with the damned thing but I finally got it wrapped around my bare body.

She then led me into the hall and on into the next room. It was set up just like a bedroom, although there was a small utility cart with towels and lotions next to the bed. A radio on an end table was playing what I would not exactly call music, but a series of sounds that were surprisingly, almost immediately relaxing.

She gestured for me to take off the robe, which she took from me and placed on a chair in the corner. She had me stretch out face down on the bed. Then she covered my midsection with a light blanket that was surprisingly warm.

She moved out of my field of view as I heard the masseur step into the room, although I was vaguely aware, at least at first, that she was still there as the massage began. But I overcame the slight disappointment that Roland wasn't the handsome dark-haired man I had seen leaving here a little while before, and it wasn't long before my world shrank down to the masseur's hands and my body.

I had never had a professional massage before. Going into it, I was worried that I would be ticklish, and that worry was all I could think about as Roland started with my scalp and my neck.

What I wasn't prepared at all for was how intensely erotic the experience was, especially in a few unexpected places.

Roland never once touched me inappropriately, let me just get that out at the start. He was clearly a well-trained professional who respected the boundaries of his art.

But once he had taken the time to let me relax, to get my mind and body into simply having this experience, he did what I am afraid was the most intimate -- the most erotic, and yes, the most arousing -- thing any man's hands had ever done to this woman's skin.

He took his warm, oiled hands away from my neck and my shoulders, and he used them together to stroke ever-so-slowly down the length of my right arm, pausing here and there to attend to a tightness. When he reached my hand and my fingers, oh my God, yes, my fingers, I was tingling so insistently that I was sure I was positively flooding with moisture, you know, down there.

I was intensely aware that, although I was barely covered by a blanket, I was lying here naked, being touched by a strange and reasonably attractive older man. I was afraid I would have an orgasm right there on the massage bed, and if I had moved in just the right way I had no doubt I could have, but I closed my eyes and let myself relax into the symphony of pure sensual feeling.

The rest of the massage was largely like that, although nothing ever equaled the feeling of his hands touching mine. Not even when he was working on the outside of my thigh, up under the edge of the blanket, and I wondered if his hand hadn't reached maybe an inch or two higher on my curves than was quite strictly proper.

I have to admit that, by then, I wanted him to go two inches more. 

But he didn't. Not on that leg, nor on the other.

In fact, that massage kept me so close to the edge of sexual arousal that I have little doubt I would have invited, no, encouraged him, to go on ahead and touch me in a private place, had he shown any sign of trying to go there. But he never even came close.

And, you know, that very fact might have been the hottest of all. 

My God, I simply loved being totally unclothed while he was touching me. And in my imagination, he was enjoying touching my skin, just as much as I was enjoying his touch.

And I was at once high, and tingling, and sad, when at last he whispered to me, "thank you, ma'am, it's been my pleasure," and with a last gentle pat on my shoulder, he turned and briskly walked out of the room.

I imagined the strength that it took for a man to touch a nude woman so completely, there under that little blanket, and then leave her, knowing, as I'm sure he knew, that the woman he was walking away from was feeling so wonderfully good.

It must have taken such powerful restraint.

After Roland left, I just lay still there on the bed for a while, basking in the warm tingling glow of every muscle he had touched. 

When I finally stirred, Dr. Drew at last spoke, reminding me suddenly of her presence. And of her "lesson plan." 

Her voice was soft, but not quite a whisper. "Well, tell me how you feel, Jane."

I let out a long sigh, and then I laughed. "That was totally awesome," I answered her. I was starting to warm up to this whole crazy idea.

She smiled and then slowly stood. "Good," she said. "So, go ahead and get dressed now, and I'll see you next week." Then she left me alone.

I stayed there under the blanket, not out of shyness but rather luxuriating in the way that my body felt. Then I climbed up out of the bed and slipped on the robe to go out in the hall. And after one wrong turn that nearly took me outside, I found the little changing room and got dressed.

Yes, I thought. I will be back next week.

When I got home to Daniel's place, I found that I had to park in the street. A car was blocking his driveway. In my usual style, alone in my car, I let out a "what the fuck?" But as I backed up and parked at the curb, I saw an attractive woman coming out of his townhouse and heading for the offending car.

She had shoulder-length burgundy-tinged hair, and she was professionally dressed, although her clothes did seem a little disheveled.

My curse turned into a smile, as I realized that in all likelihood, at least my brother was getting some, and to my eye, anyway, he was getting it with a very classy woman.

Then my mood turned back toward its usual darker side as I thought, just my luck. The only man I know who's not a total prick is my brother.

Daniel and I made normal small talk that evening. He made no move to acknowledge that I had been to see Dr. Drew, although he had surely figured out what my vaguely-described "appointment" really was. And as uncertain as I was about this whole Dr. Drew thing, I repaid his discretion by not mentioning the woman I'd seen leaving.

I knew without having to be told that the next week, Dr. Drew would ask me to touch myself.

"I want you to take all the time that you want -- that you need. This is so important."

I looked at her with a frown. "I just don't get why you need to be watching me," I objected. She was asking me to strip naked and masturbate while she sat in the room. "I could just do it at home."

"A couple of things," she began with her usual level and professional demeanor. "First of all, some of my clients really don't know what they're doing. And if that's an issue, then, we need to get past that. But more importantly, there are just so many women who need to participate in their own orgasm, even with men who are good lovers," she said. 

"It's just the way women are built. It will do you good to get used to being watched doing it, and that's why it is always a part of my program."

She paused to let the gravity of that sink it. 'Let's face it, whether you knew it before or not, masturbation simply has to be part of your game. And you're going to be better off if you can do it while he's watching you."

It may be that the look on my face betrayed my continuing doubts, but she went on to add, "You're going to thank me for this more than any other part of the lesson plan."

I remembered the whole-body tingling that had stayed with me all the way home from last week's session, and I did the best that I could to force away my doubts. 

There was no robe in the cupboard this time (but then again, there would be no Roland), so my body was completely exposed as I left the little changing room and hurried out through the hall and into the bedroom.

And yes, I touched myself while Dr. Drew sat in the room. As before, she sat in a corner: out of my line of sight, if not out of my thoughts.

At first, my touching myself would be best described as mechanical. But after a while, my growing arousal took over from my conscious mind, and I let a finger slide up inside me as the fingers of my other hand stroked the soft and moistening places that lay just beneath my full strawberry-blonde bush.

Masturbating always took me a while, and it took me longer than usual that day, to get to that point where my breathing started to become ragged and my body took over from my mind, and I thrust my hips up against my fingers again and again and then waves of that uncontrollable feeling began to wash up and out through my body.


Lesson Plan



In the midst of it, I heard myself, as if someone else, whispering and moaning words of pleasure. I cringed then, just for a moment, as I came back to the present and remembered that I had an observer. I had never, ever let anyone watch me while I touched myself, and in fact I would have been mortified by the thought of being caught doing such a thing.

But this time, it was the knowledge of being watched in such a deeply private act that drove me over the edge, and my orgasm rolled on over me harder and stronger than I had ever done for myself before. I wasn't quite sure if it was just one orgasm growing bigger or if this was what some women claimed was a multiple orgasm.

As my body writhed under the care of my fingers, I didn't spend too much time trying to define what it was that had just happened. "Fucking fantastic" was what I decided I would use to describe it.

But as I let my hands slowly disengage from my sticky-wet aroused feminine places, Dr. Drew stood and patted me on my shoulder. Again, I was jolted back to reality by her touch. I had never felt more naked than that moment, with her touching me and seeing me, and me touching myself.

"Everything looks fine in this department," she said, and she smiled down approvingly at me. And then, to my surprise, she added, "Have you ever used any toys?"

This caught me off guard, and it took me a moment to answer. "You mean, like a vibrator?"

"That's right," she answered.

"Oh, no, I could never go into...." Those stores always intimidated me. What if I saw someone I knew? I could never live it down.

She smiled, even more broadly this time. "Next week," was all that she said, and she turned and left me to dress.

My brother Daniel wasn't home when I got there after that session. I said a quiet prayer of thanks for that, as it occurred to me that he must have known what the second session with Dr. Drew meant I had done. Indeed, I had to fight hard to push away visions of him masturbating under her ever-watchful gaze on his own second appointment.

By the next morning, fortunately, the memory of it all was much less immediate, and we were able to go on with our normal routine.

The next week, again there was no bathrobe for me in the cupboard, but I was already feeling more confidence. I stripped down quickly and strode, naked, out the door and down the hall, into the bedroom where Dr. Drew was waiting for me. I noticed that there was a slender pink plastic cylinder, wrapped in clear plastic packaging, on the end table next to the bed.

A vibrator.

"Go ahead and get under the blanket if you'd like," she began. "We're going to watch some videos first, to give you some idea of what other women do."

She had put together a compilation of videos of women masturbating with various toys. I propped myself up on the pillows and pulled the blanket up to my chin as we watched them.

It was still a bit awkward to sit there naked with her, particularly as we looked at other women in various states of undress, their legs spread so indecently open for the camera, some of them pressing a vibrator actually inside themselves, or just holding it still, or gently moving it up and down -- some of them even touching their anus at times. But all of them having such powerful orgasms that I was convinced that at least half of them must have been faking it.

Still, some of these women were obviously caught up in the hold of a wonderful feeling, and almost without thinking, my own hand slid down, under the blanket and between my own thighs. Dr. Drew seemed not to notice this, and that was fine with me. When my hand reached my tangled little patch of pubic hair, I found that I was already quite wet down there. I knew that I was supposed to be learning to use a vibrator this week, but I just couldn't resist a little touch.

I must have squirmed just a little, although I tried very hard not to, because Dr. Drew looked at me and said, "Don't go too far yet, Jane, I want you to discover what this little thing can do." She picked up the vibrator then, and pulled it out of its packaging and stepped out to the changing room. I could hear water running, and she was wiping the thing dry with a paper towel when she returned.

She put two little batteries in it and showed me how it had different speeds. Then she simply handed it to me and, without a word, moved back out of my field of view.

With the blanket still up to my chin, I put the thing on its lowest setting and tentatively slid it down, over my pubic mound, ever-so-slowly approaching my clit. I was unsure how I would respond to the sensations, so I didn't want to approach myself too quickly. I wanted to feel it coming, if you don't mind the pun.

When at last the slowly vibrating, deeply humming thing touched my clitoris, I gasped "oh my God!"

This was a new world. Why hadn't I done this before? This was velvet and butter and chocolate and dreaming and sunshine and sex all rolled into one. Oh, I just held it there as my body cycled through sensation after sensation. I was pressing it gently against myself and it was pulling me upward, always upward until every muscle in my body clenched with the most delicious orgasm I'd ever had.

As the sensation just kept throbbing right through me, I heard someone panting and softly moaning. It was me. And for what seemed like several long minutes, just when I thought that my body would have to relax, that this joyous release would have to be over, it just got stronger and deeper and brighter.

And then it came to an end. I was suddenly so sensitive down there that I couldn't bear the touch of the vibrator. I quickly turned it off and tossed it beside me on the bed. As my senses returned, I realized that I had kicked away the blanket at some point in my odyssey, and I lay there naked now and covered with nothing but a thin sheen of sweat.

Dr. Drew moved into my sight then, and I looked at her and giggled and felt myself blush. There really was no point in hiding it. I had just had a life-changing experience.

"Well, so, yeah," I began, as though learning from scratch how to speak. "That was ... unbelievable."

"Yes, you're doing very well, Jane," she smiled back at me. "Perhaps even better than most."

I flushed with unexpected pride at her words, and this feeling joined with the lingering glow from my orgasm. I felt urgent goose-bumps spread all over me, and I shivered and reached for the blanket.

"Next week, though," she continued, "I want you to bring the vibrator back and try to delay your orgasm as long as you can." She gave me a knowing smile and concluded, "if you thought this was good ..., well, you'll find out next week." And then she turned and left me alone.

She had said "bring the vibrator back." I guessed that this meant that I could -- that I should -- take it home with me. I picked it up and looked at it. It was still wet from me, but I turned it back on and tried the feel of its different speeds against my hand. As I did so, I felt my nipples start to assert themselves again, and a now-familiar ache between my legs starting to spread through me. But I sighed and turned the thing off, and with an effort of will I got up and got ready to go home.

I hurried through dinner that night, and tried to pretend to listen as Daniel went on about his softball team. But in fact, all I could think about was crawling into bed and stripping out of my panties and reuniting with my little pink friend.

I turned my radio on softly to try to cover the distinctive buzzing sound the thing made, and I leisurely tried the different speeds that it could produce as I eagerly caressed that one spot that was growing to adore the sensations.

At the end of my little session, I had to clap my free hand over my mouth to hold in the cry of elation that I wanted to make. My big brother, God love him, didn't need to know any more than he probably already did about what Dr. Drew had me up to.

"Let's watch those videos one more time," Dr. Drew said as I stepped, once again naked, into the bedroom the following week. 

As we watched those women enthusiastically playing with themselves with their toys, it occurred to me that I had probably just held the little pink vibrator motionless against myself the first time I had used it. So I tried to pay attention this time to the different styles and techniques of the women who were splayed there before us, and I vowed to try to mimic those movements even as I succumbed again to the thing's pure electric joy.

The room, as usual, was really quite warm, and I sat up, cross-legged on the bed, not even bothering to cover myself up with the blanket this time. And as my body became aroused by the things I was watching, I didn't even wait for Dr. Drew to excuse herself from my line of sight. Instead, as I sat there, I reached for the vibrator and turned it on to its lowest setting, which still remained my favorite.

As I brought it against myself, she softly reminded me, "try to hold off as long as you can this time."

I continued watching the video as I let the little pink thing start to work its magic on me. As the sensations became more intense, I stretched back on the pillows and opened my knees. I didn't care anymore that Dr. Drew was sitting right beside me, watching my intimate display. At some point, I'm not sure I even remembered where I was, or that she was there.

Somehow, knowing that I was supposed to be making this last a long time was itself increasing my arousal, and it seemed that an orgasm was rushing at me more quickly than ever. I had no idea how to stop it, so I took the vibrator away. My whole body trembled there on the bed as I tried to relax.

When I felt that I could start over again, I moved the vibrator back to myself. I turned the handle just slightly to increase the speed of the vibrations, and I began to explore moving it around a bit, and even putting it inside me. Let me tell you, the feeling of that delicious, insistent buzzing coming from inside me was yet another whole new world, and my hips rocked involuntarily off of the bed as I just held it in there for a moment.

All too soon, though, that orgasm came rushing back at me again, and apparently Dr. Drew knew it, because she gently urged me to try to hold off without taking the vibrator away this time.

So I held it there. I resisted it. I tried thinking about cats, and about England.

Oh God.

Oh God, oh God, oh God!

I just hope that the bedroom in her office was reasonably sound-proof, because I was practically screaming "can I come now, Dr. Drew," when she finally, after a terribly long time, stood and walked to the door.

She turned back to me and she just smiled, then. And with a pause that was longer than needed to watch what I was doing, she finally answered.

"Yes, you may."

And she left.

And I came in what seemed like the longest continuous orgasm any woman could ever have had. I heard sound after joyous sound of feminine ecstasy that I knew, in some still-lucid corner of my mind, was coming from me. This lovely thing just kept building and somehow I knew just how to move my hand with the pink vibrator to extend it and raise it up to the next level.

I was actually sore when I finally turned the thing off. But the delicious sensation of buzzing seemed to have migrated inside me, and even after tossing the vibrator from my quivering hand, I could still feel its special glow down there, warming me. I curled up, then, hugging my knees to my chin, enjoying the sensation of the air on my bare skin as I let the sensations subside.

As I came back to myself, I had to admit that I was more than seriously intrigued with the rest of Dr. Drew's lesson plan. Indeed, I was beginning to fantasize about the other wonders of sexuality that she might have in store for me.

She came into the changing room as I was hooking my bra back into place.

"I think we'll put off oral sex on you for the time being. There's really not much you need to learn about receiving oral sex. Shall we say, your instincts know everything you need to know." She ended that with a knowing smile.

She went on. "Although, there is one thing ... but, we'll get to that in due time. For now, we're going to start learning to pleasure a man. We'll start off slow, using only the hands. And the first time, in fact," she raised an eyebrow, "we'll start by using his hands."

My abdominal muscles positively glowed all the way home that afternoon. I knew that softball season for my brother was now in full swing, and it had become a habit of mine to check for his aluminum bat and leather glove when I came through the front door. Their presence, carelessly strewn against the front wall, were a signal to me that he was already home.

I was beginning to get a bit miffed about this. All of my "lessons" with Dr. Drew were on weekends, and so were most of Daniel's games. But this meant that an ever-increasing share of the weekend chores were falling to me. I thought, wistfully, that what I needed to do was make my lessons last as long as an average softball game as played by men in their mid-30s, with an ample supply of cold beer.

And, feeling the leftover hyper-sensitivity of the parts of me that had been touched by my vibrator, I -- again, wistfully -- doubted that I could ever fully accomplish that.

Well, Daniel and I would just have to have a talk about the chores. I certainly wasn't his maid.

The fifth week of Dr. Drew's lessons began with us sitting in her office.

"Now that we're bringing another person into this, I want to assure you that we will guard your privacy absolutely. When we do exercises like this, you won't be able to see his face, and he won't be able to see yours. And we'll play sounds like the ones you listened to during your massage your first time. But we do recommend that you not vocalize too loudly, to protect yourself from the off chance of being recognized."

I didn't have to undress this time. We went, instead, straight into the bedroom, where a naked man was already stretched out on the bed, his upper half concealed behind a curtain

His penis was already erect. It wasn't particularly longer or shorter than the ones I had seen, but it was really quite thick -- maybe the thickest one I had seen. I couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like pressing inside me.

I also noticed the thick tangle of curly dark pubic hair at its base. It reminded me of the hair color of the handsome man I had seen leaving Dr. Drew's office that first time. I wondered if maybe that's who this man was. And why not? That would be a perfectly good explanation for why he'd been here.

I noticed something else about that thick erect penis. It had a distinctive little birthmark down low, just peeping out of the dark untamed hair.

I watched as he stroked the thing up and down. I would almost say that he stroked it lovingly, although that thought seemed kind of weird. But I noted the places that he lingered on, and the places that he avoided.

At times he wrapped his fingers completely around the thing, encircling it as he slowly stroked up and down. At others, he used only his fingertips to brush against a place just under the head.

Several times over the next 20 or 30 minutes, he seemed to be just about to climax. He would draw his knees up, and his hips would move rhythmically, and I even thought I could hear raspy breathing coming from behind the curtain.

Each time this occurred, I noticed that he would shift his hand further down his thick shaft, and either stroke himself lightly there, or even further, to cup and fondle his testicles. This seemed to allow him to calm down and postpone his ejaculation.

Then, after what was probably about half an hour, Dr. Drew spoke. "That's very good," she said, and I realized that she was addressing the dark-haired man. "You may finish now."

We continued to watch as, this time, the man resumed touching what were obviously the most pleasurable places, without making any move to slow himself down. In fact, the pace of his strokes became gradually faster until, with an upward thrust of his hips, he sent long streams of semen shooting out of himself, some splashing back down on his belly and into his pubic hair, some even striking the curtain several inches above where it lay on his chest.

I suppressed a giggle then, thinking that some of those shots might have ended up in his hair. 



Lesson Plan



THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION.

ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY ARE THE AGE OF18 YEARS.



I'm sitting at my desk desperately waiting for the final bell of the school I teach at to ring and end my work week. It is not because the week has been overly stressful or hard, but because there is a fire burning deep within my body looking to be fueled further. There is no hope to extinguish it, or burning out if gone unattended. It is a fire the builds hotter the more I try and ignore it, and only grows fiercer with each passing moment. Even my attempts to give in have only added more fuel to it; growing its lustful blaze further out of control.

It was never like this for me, and it was only until recently that I first felt the heat of the flames in my loins aching to grow hotter. Logically, I'm sure my recent divorce of a marriage that lasted the past five years is the root cause for this change; for it has been nearly six months since we went our separate ways; six months of loneliness and unresisting sexual urges. The sex during our marriage was enough to keep me satisfied, but it was all of the other life issues that led to the divorce. I have been with no one else during this time, and except for the past weeks have not even been with myself. 

The fire came on gradually over the past few months as I began to return to form after being down for so long. I started to begin taking pride once again in my appearance, and making a conscious effort to look my best. This in turn began to make me feel more confident and sexy about myself; the spark for the fire. As I became more and more involved in looking my best, I began to add to the level of sexiness to my appearance. At first it was as simple as just wearing thong panties under my work clothes. Something I occasionally did in the past, but now when I did it was meticulously planned and meant to create a sexy vibe in my mind. This only allowed the fire to grow hotter. 

Eventually, I began only wearing thongs or even tinier g-strings; the smaller the better in my mind, and even going as far as trashing all my other underwear that did not fit my new tiny requirements. I then began wearing only dresses and skirts with each passing day; the hemlines of which would shrink shorter until I was consistently wearing skirts and dresses just at or right above the allowed limit under the district's dress code. The inferno grew fiercer, even after I would pleasure myself to earth quaking orgasms at day's end. I was hooked on the feeling of wanting more, and wanted to see how far and how much I could push my own limits. 

Two weeks ago I began foregoing underwear on certain days; simply knowing I was bare beneath my skirts and dresses was such a thrill. This new wardrobe choice not only stoked the flames further, but also led to me speeding into furthering my naughty behavior. Shaving my sex bare and eventually getting waxed was the obvious next step. The feeling of my smooth pubic mound might as well have been a full tank of gas thrown on my raging inferno. Also, as I had with my underwear, I began getting rid of any clothing I didn't feel was sexy. I was consciously making decisions that increased the level of naughtiness in my behavior and appearance even if I was the only one benefiting from it at the moment. 

To keep in the best shape I could, I made sure to keep up a regular running routine of which I chose to only wear my shortest shorts of which were skin tight, with only sport bras on top. My perky b-cup sized breasts were just the right size to get away with the look without too much distraction for others. For a woman in her late thirties, I had a firm tight body most women would die for, with only my ass staying a little plumper. I loved that however, because of how it looked in my dresses and skirts. 

Another choice to spice up my look was to get a short, sporty hair cut; a cute and flirty look that drew attention and compliments because of my natural red color. Not only did the new cut get some much desired attention, and made me feel even sexier, but it also made my runs better since I no longer had a ponytail to worry about.

So now back at my desk, sitting behind it watching my students work on a review packet, I wait desperately for the final minutes of the clock to click by. I'm wearing a tight, white, button up blouse with a light pink lace bra underneath. A hip hugging tight, black pencil skirt with a slit up the back with a hem resting at just about my mid thigh covers my lower half. My shoes are modest flats which are tapping impatiently on the floor beneath me. I'm anxious because tonight I have planned to go out to the bar scene and try my luck at finding a man for the night. Waiting at home for me is the dress I plan on wearing for this adventure. A white, mini tank dress, that is nearly see through and barely covers the entirety of my cheeks because of the short hemline. 

I ordered it from an online store at the start of the week, and it arrived just yesterday evening. So immediately I knew I would be wearing it tonight, and to make even it more daring, I plan on wearing it without a stitch under it and with four inch, red heels. My pussy is getting so moist just thinking about all of the looks I will be receiving. I have to press my thighs together just to keep from slipping my hand between them. 

Finally, after sitting in agony for so long, the bell finally rings and I dismiss my final class of the day. As they file out, I begin to gather my belongings in preparation for my exit as well. Soon I'm in the hallway making my way through the sea of students towards the teacher's lounge and out of its exit to the staff parking lot. I'm certain I must be the first teacher to the lot, for most stay around and finish up grading and checking their emails. Usually I would as well, but I'm too excited for the night to wait around any longer. Reaching my car, I toss my purse and school bag into the passenger seat before plopping down on the driver's seat and starting my car. The 10 minute drive home is a blur; my mind is focused on the endless possibilities of my night that is to come. 

Once home, I quickly strip out of my simple but seductive school clothes; basically leaving them discarded in a pile at the door. The rest of the afternoon and early evening fly by, and before I realize it I am decked out in my new sexy dress and waiting eagerly for the cab to arrive that will be taking me out that night. I know I want to have a few drinks to better set myself in the most relaxed state, and feel it better to spring for a cab rather than worrying about my car. Within minutes the cab arrives and I strut out to meet it wearing my heels which are clicking across the cement, and my form fitting dress that is just daring to ride up and expose my uncovered, hairless sex. The cab driver gives me a questioning look, trying hard not to make it obvious that he is looking me up and down. I slide into the backseat and give him directions to the bar and no more is exchanged between us except for a few sneaking glances from the driver via the rear view mirror.

Reaching the bar, I pay the cabbie before turning and making my way into the bar. The bar is just your typical neighborhood watering hole, and that is just what I am looking for. Inside, I grab a seat at the bar and quickly signal to the bartender to order a cocktail; vodka cranberry along with a tequila shooter as I know I'll need the extra liquid courage to get what I want out the night. Walking in I know I got my fair share of glances from the other patrons, but so far no bites. It was still early, and as I drink my cocktail I gaze around to examine the potential of the men. Though I feel satisfied with what I see, and confident I will get what I want from someone here, I decide to take my time before making a move. 

I quickly shoot back my shot, and finish up my first vodka cranberry. Sitting sideways on my bar stool to show off my smooth firm legs and advertise myself a bit, I order my second drink. As I am working my way through my second drink, a few guys come over to chat me up, but unfortunately none of them are piquing my interest enough to go through with my plan; they just don't seem to be giving me the right vibe that they could be up for what I have in mind. Just as I finish my second cocktail another man sits down behind me while letting the barkeep know that the next one is on him. I turn to have a look at and thank the confident man, and as I do I feel my head swirl a bit from the effects of the two drinks and tequila shot. However, once I lay eyes on him I instantly know he is to be the man I want to put my plan into motion with. 

He introduces himself as Jerome and extends his hand out for a shake. I reciprocate the gesture, shaking his hand and introduce myself to him; all the while I allow my eyes to obviously take all of him in. Jerome is a younger, extremely handsome, black man; tall and fit, with a shaved bald head. My drink is placed in front of me, and I take a sip from it to steady myself before initiating my erotically devious plan. Just as he begins to speak again, I stop him and drop my bomb.

"Look, I know we just met, but I find you absolutely sexy and I am extremely horny. With that said, I am simply going finish my drink, and walk outside to the back alley of this bar where I will wait for someone to join me and take me in any way they see fit. I hope that you are that someone, because if you are I will do anything you want for the rest of the night and possibly into the morning; no questions asked and no hesitation."

I gulp down my drink, slip off the barstool, and begin walking out just as I said I would. Exiting the bar, I make a direct beeline to the back alley behind it. The bar is located at one end of the strip mall, with another row of shops behind it; the alley runs between the two sets of shops to allow for ease of garbage pickup. I walk into the dark and damp alley way, before stopping under a dim light near the dumpsters. I stand there and wait, which I mentally hope won't be long, for Jerome to appear. What man would pass up on such a perfect opportunity; a sexy woman offering herself sexually and in a completely submissive role. I knew that when he did show, I would present him with no limits and allow him to do with me whatever he wished.

After only a few short minutes my handsome black man appears from around the corner of the bar, and upon seeing me waiting as I said I would be a big, white, toothy smile forms across his face. As he approaches I reach down and pull the hem of my dress up and over my head before asking him what I shall do for him. The site of my naked form standing in front of him enlarges his smile, and my question is responded back with a simple gesture; he holds out his open right hand signaling to provide him with my now discarded dress. I do as he wishes, and he then speaks, asking for my handbag as well. Again, I provide it to him without hesitation and then quietly wait for his next order as I stand vulnerably nude watching him. 

He drapes my brand new dress over the edge of the grimy, sticky edge of the recently emptied dumpster before opening up my handbag and fishing out my smartphone. Apparently finding what all he wanted he drops my bag on the damp asphalt before instructing me to drop to my knees. With his words and his actions, I know I made the correct decision in picking Jerome for my plan. This could not be playing out any better, and I couldn't be more turned on. I knew coming into tonight that I wanted to give myself over to a stranger without having a say, I just wasn't sure exactly if it would live up to my fantasies, or if I could go through with it; but within minutes it seemed it was going to turn out better than expected. I immediately drop to my knees, feeling the damp, rough texture of the alley crunch into my naked flesh. Looking up to him, I see he is fiddling with my phone for a moment before taking a step closer and instructing me to pull him out. Instinctively, I reach out and grasp his belt, unbuckling him and following that up by unfastening his jeans and pulling them down his legs. With his denim pants at mid thigh, I reach up and begin doing the same with his boxers; slowly exposing his large, black member which is only half erect. 

With his boxers slid down, and his impressive tool completely exposed, I look back up to meet his gaze. As I do, I notice he has my smartphone pointed back at me and a flash of light emits from it. He has taken a picture of me in my very submissive state and all he says is, "Get to it, that black dick ain't gonna suck itself." Loving his dominant attitude, I take no more time and quickly grab a hold of the ebony snake dangling in front of me, slipping it into my waiting mouth. Soon I can feel it begin to flex and grow in my mouth as I continue to bob up and down on it. I am not trying to be sensual with it; I am simply doing my best to make it the dirtiest, sluttiest blow job Jerome has ever had. From the sound of the moans coming from him I am confident I am doing a damn good job at achieving this goal. Every so often I notice another flash from my phone as he continues to take pictures of my depravity. As I continue to work his firm, hot cock with my mouth, sticky saliva is coating his shaft and my face. The slippery coating of my spit, not only makes the blow job extra dirty, but it also allows for his long piece to slip further into my throat with ease. Eventually, I can feel my chin bump his bouncing sack, and my nose brush against his pubic patch.

My throat is bulging with the invasion of his meat stick, and my eyes begin to water. I begin a rhythm of taking him all the way into my throat and then pulling all the way back until only the purple head of his member is touching my lips. The noises coming from me are guttural, and distinctly whorish. After a few moments of my ferocious oral assault, Jerome surprises me by pushing my head off of his dick, causing a string of saliva to pull away from his head to my lips before breaking and falling to my heaving chest. He orders me to crawl over to my discarded handbag and bring him back my lipstick. I quickly do as I am told, crawling over on all fours across the rough asphalt and returning to my master for the night with my red lipstick in hand. He takes it from me, and asks for my name as he uncaps the tube and twirls out the red stick. I respond honestly, and even a bit naughtily.

"My name is Addison, but my students call me Miss Bell."

With a smirk, he presses the red wax stick to my forehead, and begins to write out something. He is soon satisfied with his work, and discards the writing instrument before snapping another picture on my phone. This time he doesn't keep the picture to himself, and seems eager to show me. I look at the screen of my phone to see what he captured and am a bit shocked, but more so aroused at what I see. It is a picture of me, naked and kneeling in front of his dark, protruding member, and in red capital letters on my forehead is written Miss Bell. I can only revel in the pictures lewdness and honesty for a brief moment before he speaks once again with further orders.

"Keep sucking slut or this picture gets sent to all the contacts on your phone."

My eyes widen, and my pussy floods with the idea, but I eagerly resume my assault on his thick, veiny unit. He chuckles as I pick up from where I left off, and he continues to take more shots with my phone as I do. I am relentless with my actions, and soon am rewarded by the swelling of his girthy cock signaling that he is ready to explode. A simple grunt and quick push of my face dislodges me once again. Though I am a bit disappointed with not being able to take his load in my mouth, I say nothing as I know I am his to use as he wishes. He grips his slick shaft and pumps it as he ejects volley after volley of sticky, warm cum all over my face. It covers me completely, dripping down to my chest and resting heavily in my short red hair. One of my eyes is sealed shut, and I keep the other closed out of reaction. I can hear him breathing deep, and then the sound of his pants being pulled back into place and refastened. 

Remaining still, I wait for his next move; his next instructions. I hear his footsteps move towards the dumpster and my discarded belongings. He is away for a moment, before I hear his steps again returning. I feel the touch of fabric on my face; he is wiping his gunk off of me in a smooth, but forceful manner. In my dirty mind I hope that he captured my covered state with my phone prior to wiping it away. Soon, he is satisfied enough and orders me to open my eyes. I can still feel sticky remnants caking on my skin, but as I open my eyes all my thoughts are on him and what he is to have me do next. In his hand, I notice that the fabric I felt wiping off my face, was in fact my dress. His other hand holds my phone, along with what looks to be my I.D., credit cards, keys, and fold of cash. This arouses my curiosity, as well as my desire, as I kneel in front of him and ponder the endless possibilities. "Here take your dress, and crawl back over to your bag by the dumpster."

He hands me over my defiled garment, and I quickly crawl towards my other belongings on my hands and knees. In doing so, I only further add to the mess that is now my dress, and know for certain that it is ruined. I reach the spot of my bag, which I can see he has indeed rifled through, and turn back to face him. 

"Throw both your dress and your bag into the dumpster."

The order is a little hard to handle as the dress is brand new and my bag is rather expensive, but my fire is all that is guiding me know; I know I will do as he wishes. Quickly, I swing both items up and over the ledge of the container and hear the loud thud of them hitting the metallic bottom. I see a smile form on his lips as he too is signaled by the thud. Remaining in that spot, not wanting to act without his guidance, I wait as he begins to play with my phone. Its minutes before he even glances back at me, let alone speaks, but finally he does and I listen intently.

"Wait here, I'm going to get my car so we can go for a little ride and continue our fun."

He then turns and walks back towards the front of the bar to the parking lot. I remain kneeling by the dingy trash receptacle, with a burning desire flaming inside to be stoked, as I watch him walk away. Thoughts of, will he return, when will he return, and how far am I going to go all pass through my head as I wait quietly, and overly aroused wait for him. I don't even think to touch myself as I wait, though I know if I did I would find immediate relief, rather I wait to grant him the opportunity to grant me release if he so pleases. The idea that he may not provide me with it, only fuels that fire, and deep down I think I may want that more. To see just how far I would go, how much I would do to please him and complete his every wish without even the hint of receiving my own climax is even more naughty and exciting. I can't ponder on that thought for long, as I soon here a car engine approaching and then entering the alley. It may not be him, but still I do not move, for I want to be obedient for him.

The glare of the headlights reaches me, lighting up my naked form as I kneel in the damp passage of the alley. With my figure fully engulfed in the flood of light, the car stops about five feet in front of me. Over the idling engine I hear his voice command me. He tells me to stand up, and walk over to the front of his car. I do as I am told and stand awaiting further instruction inches in front of his shiny, black Chrysler 300. 

"Lean over and kiss my car. Show me that you respect me and my power."

It's an interesting request, but it does cause me to tremble some from the feeling of submission. Bending at the waist, I lean down and kiss the hood of the rumbling car; I can feel the vibrations and heat of the engine on my lips as I do. Standing back up, he commands me to enter the car on the passenger side. I seductively strut around the hood, and open the door to climb inside. The seat is covered in dark chocolate leather upholstery, and is cool against my naked flesh as I sit down. Once my door is closed, he begins to pull away, out of the alley and onto the street. He says nothing as we drive, and I sit quietly as well. Soon he pulls into a bank parking lot with an ATM where he stops and parks. He cuts the engine before turning to me to ask for my pin number. I look at him quizzically for a moment before he holds up my debit card, and tells me he wants to pull out some cash to pick up a few things. I am unsure about this, but dare not disobey and provide him with the secret code to access my account. 




Lesson Plan



He exits the car and strolls up to the machine where he takes his time as if looking everything over. I sit and watch intently as he presses buttons on the screen and soon has cash spurt out of which he promptly pockets. From my viewpoint, I am unable to tell just how much he pulled out of my account, but frankly at the moment I could care less. As he returns to the car, there is the slightest grin on his face before he re-enters the driver seat. Not another word escapes his lips as he starts the car back up, and pulls back out onto the main street. 

Still I sit obediently quiet in the front seat of his car, wondering and waiting for what is to come next. We drive only a few blocks further, before he pulls into a gas station and up to a pump. Again, he turns the car off before looking over to me to fill me in.

"I'm low on gas, and need some booze. Don't move I'll be right back."

I'm left again to wait silently alone as he enters the station for his purchases. What exactly is he up too? Does he have a plan, or is he simply just having fun driving around town with me naked in his car. I'm not worried about being seen, it's not too late, but still not many people are out. Also, the sense someone could see me in my current does add to the excitement some. I just am not sure where this whole adventure with my stranger is headed. Is it a direction I will like? Or, will it end with regret? As these thoughts and questions roll through my mind, he reemerges from the store with a bottle of wine in hand, and the same grin on his face from the ATM. He opens the door to set the wine down, and indicates that it is with my credit card that he purchased both the wine and the gas. As he goes to pump the gas I wonder why he used my credit card if he just pulled money out with my debit card. I'm puzzled, but also intrigued, which only builds my fire up and causes my arousal to seep out onto the leather of the seat.

It isn't long until my stranger has filled his tank and returns to his seat in the driver's side of the car. I watch as he retrieves my I.D. from his front pocket and proceeds to type the address from it onto the navigation screen. He is taking us back to my house, maybe I will get my climax after all, or maybe he just wants to fuck with me a little more. The route is soon laid out, and it indicates we should arrive at the destination in about 6 minutes. I see his grin once again, and know something is up. 

"Get that slutty mouth of yours on my pole again."

I do as I'm told, and lean over in my seat to begin opening up his pants. 

"Knees on the seat, ass up and pointed at the window."

Repositioning, I free his beautiful piece and have it quickly lodged in my mouth. As it begins to become rigid, I feel the cool outside air on my dripping sex; he has rolled down the tinted window. Now anyone who we may pass will have an excellent view of my exposure. This however, does not falter me one bit, if anything it spurs me to work harder and stokes those flames within. I am not able to take it all in as I had before, but I am making it just as sloppy. I can taste the saltiness of his precum mixed with my saliva, it too drives me to be sluttier. Reaching back with one of my hands, I pull open my ass cheek to really feel the wind engulf my hot box. It's a wonderfully erotic sensation to be so open, so exposed, but the feeling doesn't last long enough as we come to a stop and he pulls me up by my hair. Looking around I see that we are parked on the street in front of my house. He hasn't shut the car off, but he does speak to me.

"Get out and kiss the car again, thank it for transporting such a slut as yourself. Then crawl to your front door, and wait for me."

I say nothing, just simply exit the car and walk to its front. Leaning over as I had in the alley, I press my lips to the warm, vibrating hood again. He must realize that having me do this is so demeaning, but he also must know I love it. With my kiss complete, I drop to my hands and knees to begin the short crawl up my drive to my front door. I am completely aware of the fact of how exposed I am at this moment in time to my entire neighborhood, but I could care less; all I can hope is that more depravity is in my future.

I wait on my hands and knees at my door just as instructed. He doesn't shut his car off until I reach the door, and still waits longer to exit. Literally, I'm dripping on the mat as I eagerly wait. Finally, I hear his door open and then shut. I watch as he makes his way to me, to my home. My keys are in his left hand, the wine bottle in the other. He says nothing to me as he puts my key into the lock and opens my door. I remain still as he enters, waiting to hear further instructions. However, he remains silent as he enters my home; he leaves me to wait outside as he heads towards my kitchen to put the wine down. It after he has placed on the counter that he returns and speaks to me.

"Come on in slut, give me the tour."

I continue to crawl as I enter and begin to guide him around the house. I point out the different rooms, my bedroom, and then back to the kitchen. My house is a simple one story, with two bedrooms in which the spare bedroom I have turned into an office. The entire time, he just followed behind me, not saying a word. I could feel his eyes on my exposure though, peering down at my slickened slit. In the kitchen he orders me up to open the wine and pour us each a glass. Instantly, I do as instructed, and soon have the glasses poured. I hand him his, and then take a swig from mine. He also drinks from his glass before putting it down and asking me a question.

"You said you are a teacher, do you have a badge to prove it?"

I nod silently, indicating I do.

"Go get and show me. I want to see what school you teach at."

Setting my glass down on the counter, I head off to my bedroom to retrieve my school badge. It is a simple badge with my picture, my name, and my school's name on it. I wear it to work by clipping it to my top. It's where I left it, on my nightstand, so I quickly snatch it up and return to him. I extend it out to him to look over, and he takes it from my hand.

"Miss Bell of Arbor Heights High School, what a good professional picture of you. Too bad it doesn't capture this side of you; your slutty wanton side with a face covered in dried cum and smeared makeup. I like it though, and I think you should wear it."

He proceeds to reach out to my breast and clips it to my right nipple. The pinch of the clip biting into my skin sends pain signals to my brain, but I don't budge or make a sound to indicate it. He smiles at my stoic obedience before signaling to finish my wine. Grabbing my glass, I gulp it down as he watches. The tartness of the wine engulfs my mouth, and I can feel it warm me some as it travels down my throat. I set my now empty glass back down, and he grabs my hand once I do to pull me to him and spin me around. The feeling of his denim covered crotch invades the soft skin of my buttocks, and I feel his breath on my neck. He reaches past me to grab his glass, and proceeds to lift it to my lips. Tilting it upwards, the wine pours into my mouth and I do my best to swallow it down. Some of the tangy liquid escapes my lips, and drains down my chest. With the glass emptied he returns it to the counter before whispering into my ear. 

"I hope you are ready for tonight. You said your mine for the entire night, no questions asked, and no hesitation. So far you have done just that, but I am going to push as far as I can to see if you hold to it. Any pleasure you receive will be by complete accident; I am going to use you for my pleasure, and will only be thinking about my pleasure. There will be no 'no' from you that will stop me. You are mine to use until I say so. Is all of this clear?"

I nod my head in understanding, but it's not what he is looking for.

"No, I need to hear you say it. Tell me you understand. Tell me to use you, to do with as I see fit. Tell me that is what you want. I want to hear it come from your mouth slut."

I take a moment to compose myself before speaking. I want to make sure that this is not only what I want, but that I tell exactly what he needs to hear to give it to me.

"I understand everything you just said. It is exactly what I hoped to get tonight, and much more. I want you to use my body, my mind, my soul. Use me until you're done with me, and then throw me away. I am just a dirty slut, begging you to gain pleasure from me. Whatever you desire, I will do. Make me realize just how much power you have; how much control you have over me. I am nothing but a receptacle for your pleasure. Break me down, and use me up."

He says nothing, but I can tell he approves of what I said. I feel his hand slide down to my hip, and then turn me back to face him. From his pocket he pulls out my phone to once again take my picture. I get the sense that it will be a common theme for the night; a way to push my boundaries. He makes sure to get a full body shot, with my name badge on my nipple in full display. His satisfaction with the picture shows through on his face before he grabs my wrist harshly and begins leading us out to the living room. He leaves me standing in the middle of the room next to my coffee table, while he goes over to pull the drapes and blinds open on the window that looks out onto the street.

"That way your neighbors can see just what kind of slut they live next to."

As he walks back towards me, he begins to undress. It is quick work to discard his clothes, and soon his mighty member stands out taunting me. 

"Go bend over in front of the window with your ass facing out, while I take a deeper look around your place."

Without even a second of hesitation, I take my ordered place and watch as he leaves to search my house for god knows what. I am bent over at the waist, pussy exposed in front of a window looking out into the street, and waiting for the man that is probably going to use me for everything I'm worth to return. What I told him was true; I am nothing but a dirty slut. At this moment, my fire is burning so hot, it wouldn't have matter if anyone passed by my window and saw me; in fact it may have only aroused me further if someone did. I wait for awhile as he is off searching my house. Every so often I hear a drawer open, or a door shut, but I have no clue as to what he is looking for. 

He finally returns, and I see in his hands that he is carrying my handycam camcorder, a silk scarf, and my larger dildo. His search must have been quite extensive to have found the camcorder and dildo, considering I forgot I had the camera and the dildo hides in a box under my bed. It is my larger dildo of the two I own. It would considered large by most standards, 8 inches long, about 2 inches in circumference, and it just so happens to be black so I know why he chose it over the other smaller one. I only pull it out of hiding when my fire is desperately out of control, and I need something a bit more heavy duty to help out. 

The grin is back on his face as he approaches with his bounty of finds, and as I remain bent over in front of my window. He sets the camera and the dildo down on the coffee table before reaching me and standing me back up. I soon feel the slick fabric of the silk scarf on my wrists, feeling it tighten as he works to restrain my hands behind me. My hands are sufficiently secured, and he gives me a firm swat on my ass just to signal his power and my obedience.

"I'm not at all amazed that a dirty slut like you has a big toy to quench her desires; it's to be expected. I am however, glad to have found the video camera, as it will allow me to capture every single depraved act that not only I'm going to do to you, but that I am going to make you perform. This will certainly be fun. Well at least for me, I don't want to speak for you, but I have a feeling a slut like you will find enjoyment in it as well."

His smile beams bright as he grabs the camera in one hand and gets it set to record. I see the red light kick on to indicate this, and then watch as his free hand reaches out and grabs me by the hair and yanks my face down to his crotch. He is not fully erect, but it still is at an intimidating size. Letting go of my hair, he wraps his dark fingers around the base of his shaft and begins to slap it across my face. Each slap emits the flesh thud sound off it striking me squarely; on my lips, cheeks, jaw, forehead, and everywhere else. His dick also grows harder and stiffer with each slap, but I simply just take the abuse because it is simply stoking my fire. Once he is back to full mast, he spins me around and easily slips his girth into my gushing slit. It fills me up so much; I let out a guttural moan.

"The slut was just dying for this dick to fill her up. Tell me how much you want it."

"Ah, I want it so bad. Give this white slut your dick. Fill me up, and fuck me senseless."

I feel his length deep inside, and the slap of his balls on my clit as he bottoms out is divine. The way he is giving it to me, is certainly not gentle. He is taking me hard and with force; stretching me out and not caring about it. Fast and deep strokes, which end with his hips crashing into my ass. I'm having a hard time keep my balance with my hands restrained behind me and still in my heels, but I love every second of it. I want more, no I need more. 

All of a sudden I find myself losing that balance and falling forward to the floor. I hit somewhat hard on my shoulder as I attempt to turn my face away. He however, seems unconcerned and quickly picks me back up by my arm. Rather than continue his previous assault on my pussy, he spins me back to present his sex covered piece to my face again. He doesn't ask if I'm okay, just simply begins to slide his stiff cock across my face and lips. Using his tip, he opens my lips and starts sliding it into my throat. No qualms about my new shoulder pain register with me, I am plain and simple just acting and receiving instinctively. 

His thrusts into my mouth are like the ones he had previously been giving to my snatch; long and deep. It quickly produces a large amount of saliva and spit to flow out and coat his shaft, as well as guttural gagging sounds to be emitted. In an instant, he withdraws completely and spins me back around to ravish my open cunt some more. I am like a rag doll just taking what he is providing, and enjoying everything about it. As he picks back up his assault on my gushing slit, and finds a good hard rhythm, I suddenly feel pressure being applied to my rear entrance. This is followed by a something cool and wet, and I realize he is going to slip a finger into my ass. Rather than be put off, I just moan louder in approval. I have dabbled in a little ass play in my recent past. Not full blown anal, but one or two of my own fingers while in the shower. It certainly always adds to the excitement and the level of naughtiness. 

His pace never slows as he continues to prime me for the new intrusion. I can feel my tender rosebud giving him some resistance, so I do my best to relax. Eventually, my puckered hole relinquishes its efforts, and allows the digit to slip inside. Once inside, I already can tell it is about the size of two of my fingers, and it is already stretching me out. He doesn't slow his thrusting, and continues to push his intrusion further into my backside. Its finally makes its way completely in, and I realize it is his thumb as I can feel his palm and other four fingers resting on my lower back; almost gripping me.

"That should help from you taking another fall. Who knew such a dirty act, could also help with your safety. Does the slut like having her asshole filled while being fucked?"

"Yes, ugh... the slut loves it. Ahh... stretch this slut out, ugh, work me over."

"Oh, I intend to do just that. I bet you would love to have your ass fucked as well wouldn't you?"

"Whatever you want, ooh..., just don't stop. I am a slut. Ungh... use me like one; like the... aah... cheapest slut."

"I'll make sure of that."

With that, he sets the camera down on the coffee table to continue capturing the session, and I feel his other hand slap hard onto my ass. Three good whacks follow, and my cheek is burning with the sting. Then I feel his other thumb working to pry open my asshole some more. It's a tight fit, so he spits again to add some more slickness. Again, after a little bit of resistance, my tight hole begins to allow the second intruder in to join the first. His second thumb is soon lodged inside alongside the other, and my sphincter is fuller than it has ever been. For the time being, he just lets his thumbs rest inside me while he hammers his cock home in my juicy box. His thumbs do help with my balance, and they stretch me in a wonderfully erotic way. 

"The slut truly loves it now. Two thumbs in her dirty hole, and a big black cock drilling out her womb. I'll have to see just how much I can abuse these holes. Leave you gaping and raw by the morning."

The filthy dialogue coming from his mouth, just adds to the fire and the nastiness of the night. I am so glad he found the handy cam, and is getting all of this on tape. His thrusts start to slow some, as he begins to pull his thumbs apart; stretching my asshole open. The sensation is painful, but in such a depraved and dirty way. Slowly, he pulls me open, while at this point his dick is lodged deep inside me. I feel a wet drop of spit land inside my now opened hole, and I wonder just how open it is. 

"Got to get you opened up to take my cock soon. It's going to feel so damn good shoving my fat pole into your shitter. Get it nice and greased up, and slide it all the way in, ramming it deep inside you. Then I'll pull it out once you are nice and stretched, to feed the grimy, ass covered cock to you. How does that sound slut? You want to taste your ass on my dick, after I fuck you good and deep with it?"

"Ohhh god, yes. Make me suck your cock after it...ugh... has been in my tight ass. I'm...ooohh... a filthy slut for you."

The idea at any other time may have put me off, but right now it seemed only logical that I would let him fuck my ass, and then suck his dick clean afterwards. My fire is raging out of control, and I have no idea where it will lead me to, or what it will cause me to do. My thought is interrupted as I feel him slowly back his stiff tool out, and pull a bit more with his thumbs. Just when I think he is done with my pussy, he slams his forceful member back inside, using his grip on my asshole to keep me from falling. With him back in deep, I feel one of his index fingers slide down my crack to join the thumbs. He must have opened me up enough because the finger slides in with little effort. It too, once inside, begins pulling outwards to open my hole. His other index finger is now working its way down to help out, and is met with more resistance than the first. However, a quick glob of spit takes care of that, and it slowly sinks within as well.

I have four digits in my ass, two thumbs and two fingers, and all are doing their best to stretch and spread me open further. He pulls out with his cock again, only to jam it hard back into place. He is really giving me a once over, using me up just the way I hoped and the only thing I can think about is how I want more. Wanting to be pushed further into depravity and kinkiness is all I desire now. I can feel my rear hole losing the battle against his fingers; he has been holding and spreading it open for over a minute now. The dull ache of the stretch is long gone, and I am just wondering how much more it will be stretched when he finally slips his wonderful cock into it. 

"God slut, your asshole certainly seems to be taking well to getting stretched open. I got you so open, I can basically see into your stomach. Can't wait to get my thick dick in there and really open it up. I bet if I pulled out of your ass and your pussy, both would gape open looking to be refilled."




Lesson Plan



He does just that; without even a hesitation, he pulls out his cock from my pussy, and his fingers from my ass. Though I can't see what it looks like, I can feel that both holes are indeed opened up some. Not wanting to miss an opportune moment, he reaches for the camera to film my gaping holes aching for more. Apparently he gets his fill of the sight, because I am once again being spun back around to take his rod into my mouth. I see that this time it has a distinct white discharge coating it, which I assume is from me. I don't doubt that for a moment considering just how aroused and wet I am. The cool air of the room lets me know that, as it seeps into my slowly closing holes. He shoves his creamy stick into my mouth, and right to my throat. The saltiness of my cum on his shaft sends me further on the slut path. 

"Clean your mess slut. I don't want the taste of ass to be tainted by your sloppy cunt juice."

I am doing my best when he suddenly tears it from my lips, leaving my mouth agape and tongue dangling. He walks away towards the kitchen and begins opening up my cabinets and pantry. I can tell he is looking for something in particular, and within a few moments he finds it. Joining me back in the living room, I can see he is holding a bottle of olive oil; I assume it is to be used for lubrication on my ass. He spins me back around, and I am certain of it as I feel the cool oil drip into my crack, and coats my still open anus. I try and relax as he touches the tip of his huge trunk to my entrance and teasingly slides it back and forth through my ass cheeks. His sawing motion comes to a stop, and I can feel more pressure being put on my asshole from him. The oil and the previous stretching have helped, as he slowly gets the head of his enormous cock inside. 

"Just like a true slut, swallowing up a cock with her ass without much resistance. I can tell you are dying for me to give your slutty asshole my entire dick. Let me hear you tell me; beg for it slut."

"Oh god, please give me all of your dick in my ass. I need that big, thick cock to split me open. I am just a slut who needs a good ass fucking. Go balls deep in my ass, and fuck me senseless. Even if I say stop, or no, just keep plowing me deep and hard. I am a slut, treat me like one."

My statement does the trick, because he is pressing harder into me, and I can feel his girth slipping further into my ass. With only the first bit inside, I already feel filled up and can't imagine taking much more. I simply moan and grunt, as he continues to steadily feed his log into my rear tunnel. His hand smacks my ass cheek, as he tells me that it's halfway in. I respond with a deep moan of appreciation and arousal. The feeling of his manhood lodged inside my most intimate and kinkiest hole fuels that fire within, and I can't imagine ever being able to extinguish it. His pole just continues to slide further and further in, and I feel like it's never going to bottom out. Suddenly, the moment I didn't think was possible occurs, his balls smack against my exposed pussy as he is successfully lodged inside my ass completely.

"Now you got all my dick in your ass slut, time to tear it open with a good hard fucking."

His free grabs a hold of my hipbone, and I feel his length pull back before slamming with tremendous force back to the hilt. It feels as though he is driving a railroad spike into me as he continues the heavy assault on my ass. Five strokes, than ten, and each as hard and forceful as the first. My only reaction to the rough plowing is one long drawn out moan of pleasure and pain. Then, as soon as it had begun, it stops and he pulls his hammer pole out of my drilled out hole. I am spun around once again to face his meat stick, and this time I know it is to push the depravity to a new level. I am going to suck his cock immediately after it has been in the deepest reaches of my ass. In a quick glimpse, I see that it has a sheen from the oil, and my nose does catch a hint of olive mixed with the mustiness of my ass. 

Fortunately, he gives me no time to ponder the predicament, and rather abruptly slides his anal intruder past my lips. Unlike before, he doesn't continue to force it into my throat, but rather let's just the first two inches sit inside my mouth. He wants me to really experience the taste and sensation of a dick just removed from my ass now on my tongue. There is bitterness to it, a pungent taste only slightly cut down by the tang of the olive oil, but it isn't overwhelming or disgusting. It is not good by any means either, but certainly I can handle it. I let the experience soak it, allowing the flavors to melt into my taste buds before slipping my tongue around the warm greased shaft to take more and taste more. Each swirl of my tongue, I gather more of the bitterness of my ass, and the more I coat my tongue with it the more I find myself seeking more; seeking desperately to clean his shaft of my anal coating. I am just continuing to slip further and further into my role of a willing and desperate slut. At this point there isn't anything I wouldn't do for this man; this stranger. 

"Looks like the slut loves the taste of her own ass" he says suddenly pulling his member from my tongue bath. He then spins me back around and swiftly slides his piercing cock back into the depths of my rectum. This time he builds a steady rhythm of constant penetration, and I could not be more aroused. His hand is back on my hip, the other holding the camera and I am uncontrollably moaning and grunting from the onslaught. Occasionally, he releases my hip to give my ass a good smack, and as if to spur me further into my sluttiness. I can feel my slit throbbing with excitement, and gushing arousal onto my thighs with each stroke of penetration into my ass. The stretching feeling of my rear hole is a tremendous thrill, and I can't believe just how amazing the sensation of getting rammed anally is to experience.

Jerome continues his anal assault for a while longer, until I begin to hear his breathing labor, and feel his rhythm become erratic. I can tell he isn't going to last much longer, and I am eager to feel him flood my dark passage with his hot cum. A few more strong strokes and I get my wish. He shoves himself all the way into me, and begins to fire off volley after volley of sperm deep into my ass. For the second time in the matter of a couple of hours, this stranger I met in the bar, is using me as a cum receptacle and I absolutely love it. The heat of his ejaculate in my rear tunnel is divine, and if I could only reach my pussy with my hands, I too would by climaxing. 

After he comes down from his orgasmic high, he starts to slide his still hard member out of me slowly. It escapes the confines of my ass with a slimy popping sound, and I can once again feel the cool air of the room breeze into my gaping hole. Not as aggressively as usual, he spins me back around to clean him up with my mouth, which I eagerly do. The unique taste blend of the oil, my ass, and his cum is an absolute delight, and I greedily begin slathering my tongue over him to get it all. 

He eventually is satisfied with my cleaning job, and pushes me back by my forehead onto the couch. I am lying on my back, with my hands still restrained behind me, and the feeling of his cum seeping out of my well used asshole as I watch him turn the camera off and grab a hold of the dildo. Without saying a word, or even applying any oil to it, he begins to press the rubber phallus into my ass. Considering he had just loosened me up, it slides in with very little effort and is soon "balls" deep inside me. 

"Don't let that fall out slut; I will be right back."

He leaves me laying, worn out and stuffed full on the couch, as he goes off towards my bedroom again. I hear the sound of water running in my bathroom sink, and figure he is washing up. My pussy is still sloppy with arousal, and my asshole certainly feels drilled out; especially considering I still have an eight inch dildo buried in it. I do my best to clench it tight, making sure not to let it fall out, as I await his return. The sink shuts off, and I begin hearing him again rummaging around in the rooms behind me. I can't see him, and can only wonder what it is he is looking for. 

As I lay there waiting, I think about what a mess I must look. Dried cum streaking my face, red assed from his smacking, and certainly my box is agape and slickened with my wetness. I probably look more like a two bit whore, rather than the respected educator that I am. Looking down at my right breast, I gaze upon the I.D. badge from my school that was still clipped onto my right nipple. How did I allow myself to fall so far and so fast into such depravity? I tried to convince myself it was because of my divorce, and the fact that I hadn't had sex in over six months. However, I knew that the true reason was that I always had this desire inside me; lurking deep within, and waiting to be tapped. The only reason it took this long to come roaring out, is because now I was finally free of anything that limited me from doing so. 

I grew up in a strict family, and never felt it was right to act out on my sexual urges. When I got to college, and away from my parents, I started to explore some but soon halted efforts once I began dating my now ex-husband. I didn't feel comfortable expose thoughts I had about my sexuality, and rather consented to just play out what he wanted which was just your basic vanilla style sex. Sure occasionally some wild moments would happen, but they were few and far between, and compared to tonight they were rather tame. Now that I was single, and away from anyone who could possibly hold me back or make me feel restrained, I was free to explore my inner desires. So for over the past six months since my divorce, I have done just that; slowly working my towards the culmination that is tonight's adventure. Realizing this, I knew it was what I wanted, what I needed, and what I truly desired. From this point forward, I was going to be an entirely different woman, and I loved the thought of it as well as the endless possibilities that came along with it. 

I am stirred from my thoughts on my new future, when my dark stranger returns. He lifts me up off the couch and begins to unfasten the binds on my wrists. With my hands free once again he spins me around and bends me once again at the waist, this time over the couch. My hands fall to support myself on the cushioned back of the couch as I feel him begin to tug on the embedded dildo inside my ass. It slides smoothly from the hold of my backdoor, and again I am left gaping as the cool air of the room rushing into my opened hole. He pulls me back up straight and turns me back to face him. I feel the slick thud of the rubber phallus on my face as I turn, and then he speaks. 

"Clean this up slut and then go get cleaned up as well before I continue using your whore body as it is meant to be used. You're starting to look trashy which is a bit of a turn off, and plus I want to take some time to upload these pictures and video to your computer for safekeeping."

With that he hands me over control of the dildo that he had perched into my mouth as he spoke, and then heads back towards the room I use as my office with my phone and video camera in hand. I watch him walk away mesmerized by the swaying of his beautiful cock. It swings in long arches from side to side as if hypnotizing me. When he disappears into the room, I focus on my task and eagerly suck and lick clean the sex toy that had just taken residence previously in my ass. The taste of his salty cum, and the griminess of my asshole is certainly a unique taste combination, and I devour it. I make sure that by the time I am done with it, no noticeable trace of where it had been can be detected.

With the phallus licked thoroughly clean, I head back towards my bedroom to clean up in the shower. I pass by Jerome as he sits behind my computer and begins hooking up both electronics to it. My mind quickly goes over the number of humiliating pictures he has captured and the video as well, and realize just how much degrading material he has on me already. I do my best to shake this thought from my head, and proceed on towards my shower. Quickly, I get the water going and stand to look at myself in the mirror as I wait for it to heat up. What I see is a woman I had never seen before, and it arouses me more than scares me, because that woman is me. I look like a true slut who just finished a session with a John, and is now cleaning up before heading out into the night again to find another. 

To be continued...



Lesson Plan Ch. 02



The following week, again I was able to keep my clothes on. It was nice to get a little break from having to strip in front of Dr. Drew every time, but this also meant that my pent-up sexual arousal -- which was inevitable from this particular part of the lesson plan -- had to wait until I got home and into my room.

This time, we watched videos of women giving handjobs to men. "You need to learn what turns you on about touching a man," Dr. Drew observed, "because men just adore it when they can tell that you're into what you're doing to them."

As with the videos we'd watched of women pleasuring themselves, it seemed that every woman had her own special technique. Some used both hands, some were rougher, while some just gently massaged the man in his most sensitive spot. Some used lubrication -- even if only their saliva, applied in various ways -- and some used a finger, as Dr. Drew explained to me, to give a prostate massage.

I was pretty sure I wasn't ready for that, nor for letting the man ejaculate on my face, as some of the women in the videos had done. Certainly not with a man I knew nothing about.

But Dr. Drew eased that fear as we watched a woman actually pointing the stream of ejaculation right at her wide-open mouth. "Just as we protect your privacy absolutely," she assured me, "we also protect your safety. The man will always be wearing a condom in any of our contact activities."

Contact activities. I squirmed a little bit in my chair as I envisioned the many things that could describe.

We stepped out of the room for a moment to let the naked man come in and position himself on the bed, half behind the curtain as before.

When we returned, he was already erect, and lightly touching himself to maintain that condition. I was pretty sure I recognized the same penis from the previous week. Sure enough, under the condom I could see the little birthmark just above his pubic hair.

Last week, he had brought himself to his own orgasm with his hand. This week, it was my turn.

Obviously, up to that point, I had not spent a lot of time with an erect penis in my hand, and I have to confess that I spent a fair amount of my time just exploring how it felt on my skin. It was warm and dynamic. It responded immediately to my touch. It was thick and insistently firm, smooth and soft in a way, and yet rough with a system of bulging veins.

I enjoyed stroking its length with my fingertips, and I especially liked encircling it in my hand and using just my thumb to stimulate that obviously special spot just under the head. In fact, I was doing just that when I felt his body convulse and his penis throb urgently in my hand. I could see his semen oozing into the condom, completely filling the space he had left at the tip.

I had done it! I had given him an orgasm with only my hand. And it hadn't taken as long as that horrible blowjob I'd suffered in college. I must have been doing it right.

Dr. Drew placed on finger on the dark-haired man's thigh, as if to say "wait here for a minute," and she led me back out of the room.

"That was good," she praised me, "you clearly picked up some techniques from the things you've been seeing." She was right, and not the least from watching what the man actually liked to do to himself.

The next week's lesson was a repeat of this one, except that Dr. Drew instructed me to use what I had learned to prevent the man from reaching climax until she told me to.

Again, it was the same dark-haired man, and this time, I have to say, I felt so sorry for him. My confidence was growing, and each time I brought him just to that point and then lightened up, or slowed down, or even took my hand away, his plaintive whimpers sent spikes through my heart, and someplace lower down as well. 

I could understand the lower-down part. But why through my heart?

I was beginning to see why so many societies frowned on casual sex. Sex was a powerful thing, connecting more than just bodies together. The way that it entangled our hearts probably stemmed from generations upon generations for whom casual sex meant not-so-casual babies. It was good for our babies that the sexual act tended to draw us together, to make us want more of each other.

The following week, the lesson was oral. That is to say, I gave him a blowjob and, in his condom, he came in my mouth.

I wondered briefly if the latex would be unpleasant to taste, but as I leaned in closer to the lovely erection, I became aware that it was a mint-flavored condom.

And that is a wonderful thing. It transformed the act of giving a blowjob into a pleasant act of giving pleasure, and I mean from start to finish.

Especially the finish. I said a silent word of thanks to the woman who invented the things.

Once we had stepped out of the room, Dr. Drew once again spoke to me. "All right," she said with a serious look. "The next time, you're going to do mutual oral stimulation, or what they call 'sixty-nine.' I trust that you know what that is?"

She waited for me to nod that I did before she continued.

"I told you there wasn't much you needed to know about receiving oral pleasure from a man, but I think it's worth working on doing it while you're pleasuring him."

She smiled knowingly and added, "doing it well requires a certain amount of ... balancing your concentration. The trick is to focus on him, and just let the rest happen."

So a man was going to be putting his mouth right up against my private parts. This was something I had never experienced before. As the ensuing days ticked by, I decided to do something to groom myself down there, since a man would be seeing me there, and up very close in fact, during my next lesson.

One evening, when Daniel was out, I took scissors and trimmed the unruly reddish-blonde bush as much as I could. Having done so, I paused to admire my work. I had never done this before, and I just couldn't get over the fact that -- even without being particularly aroused -- I had a slit formed by my outer labia that was now clearly visible, with even just the slightest hint of my more delicate inner lips peeking out.

It seemed so indecent, seeing myself that way for the first time as a fully-grown woman, but it was nothing compared to what was yet in store.

I stopped for another moment and thought about why I was doing this. I was doing this for him. I realized that I was beginning to care what this man -- my dark-haired man -- thought about me. And he had not yet pleasured me. How could desire and bonding bring me to this state before I'd even had one orgasm?

I sighed then and wondered if I might get the chance to meet him once this was all over.

That was probably not a good way for me to be thinking. For weeks, now, my girlfriends at work had been trying to get me to go on a blind date with this guy who they knew, and I had been putting them off. I told myself that I was waiting to complete my lessons with Dr. Drew, but as I caught myself thinking again about my dark-haired man, I knew what the truth was.

And the truth was that I was never going to meet him. I was never supposed to meet him.

I gathered the abundant reddish clippings up with my fingers and flushed them down the commode. I resolved that, when my lessons were nearing their end, I would tell the girls to set something up.

Sitting on the edge of the tub with warm water running, I went ahead and soaped myself up and reached for a brand new disposable razor.

Let me tell you how cautious and clumsy I was, trying to figure out how to maneuver a razor blade so close to such sensitive parts. It seemed to take me forever to work out every angle and direction and finally -- and safely -- get the job done. Then I brought up warm water from the faucet and rinsed away the soapy lather and looked at myself.

I couldn't help thinking that it looked kind of pretty down there. It exemplified the smoothness and soft curviness of being a woman. I know some women object to shaving themselves clean the way I just had, on the ground that it simulated childhood. But as I looked at my newly-bare lady-parts, I thought there was no mistaking the fact that I was a grown woman. There were other, unmistakable signs.

I rubbed myself softly with one hand, and I reveled in the unusual, smooth feeling. I thought that I just might do this again.

I guess I had been in the bathroom for a while, because I was snapped out of my thoughts by Daniel's insistent tapping on the door. I hadn't even heard him come into the house.

"Do you need any help in there, sis? Um, I've really got to go."

Out of habit, I snapped back at him, "Oh, go cross your legs or something. I'll be out in a minute."

At Dr. Drew's office, I had to wear a blindfold while I settled myself over the man and into the sixty-nine position, so that I wouldn't accidentally look back and see him before the curtain was in place. Thus deprived of sight, my senses were focused on smell and touch as I climbed on top of him, knowing that I was spreading my most private place just over his face. And of course, I would come eye to eye, so to speak, with his.

I was glad that I had taken extra time to prepare myself, because in my blindfolded state, I had misjudged where I was the first time that I lowered my hips toward his face, and I ended up feeling his nose pressed against me in a particularly intimate spot.

Once finally in place, I felt his hands gently embrace my hips, and just that tenderness from him sent warm feelings through me. Then my blindfold was removed as the curtain came down to bisect our bodies, so that I could see what I was doing as I sucked on him, but I couldn't see his chest and face, and he couldn't see mine.

I recognized the familiar lovely thick penis -- my handsome dark-haired man, with his distinctive birthmark just visible there.

And then I became aware of his hands and his lips and his tongue, doing the most wonderful things to me there on his side of the curtain. His hands were tracing the shape of my curves, and touching me gently in places and in ways that no lover's hands had ever touched me before.

And his tongue, oh my God the delicious warm grace of his tongue on me. This man seemed to know everything about me. He was stroking my soul. I found myself rising and rising and finally having one hell of an orgasm all over his face. I ground myself into him as he made small sounds of his own while I came.

But as I began to come down from the glorious heights he had brought me to, I saw that I held the base of his thick, firm erection in my hand. I had completely forgotten that I was supposed to be doing my part.

I heard Dr. Drew's voice, and I detected a clear sense of disappointment in her tone. "Well, go ahead and give him an orgasm, dear," she said. "We'll have to do this again in a week, but you can at least benefit from practicing doing it from this particular angle."

Still buzzing from my own wonderful orgasm, I tried to put into play everything I had learned about stimulating a man. The one frustration about giving oral from "this particular angle," as Dr. Drew had put it, was that I couldn't very well get my tongue onto that sensitive spot under the dark-haired man's penis.

But I had learned so much in the lessons leading up to this, and I knew that my hands could help out. So I wetted one thumb as well as I could in my mouth and I used it to stimulate that spot in conjunction with the pleasure I was able to give him with my lips and my tongue.

The lessons were working. He was moaning and writhing under me as I mixed the touch of my hand and my mouth on that gorgeous thick penis of his.

And then, as though he sensed that my own flesh had relaxed enough to accept further touch from him, he returned his mouth to my womanhood, and at last we shared an orgasm together. I thought once again that it was certainly an interesting sensation having him come like that inside my mouth, without it filling me with his warm, salty liquid.

I worried that his climax kept going, and that it would have to burst through the ultra-thin mint-flavored latex he wore. But we both relaxed as the sensations dropped off, and at last I took him out of my mouth and gave one last soft stroke on his flagging erection.

Then, as I tried to stretch the muscles in my now-tired arms, I felt the strong arms of the man underneath me wrap around my waist and tighten gently but firmly against me. For just a moment, I panicked, wondering if he was trying to hold me there against my will. But he planted one soft kiss on the inside of my thigh and then, stroking my backside with his hands, he let me go.

And then I knew what it was. It was a silent gesture, I won't say of love under these circumstances, but of kindness and appreciation. I stroked his thigh and tried to lean down and kiss the tip of his penis to return the gesture, but just then Dr. Drew's hands were replacing the blindfold on me, preventing me from reaching him with my lips. So I wiggled my butt playfully before I climbed off of him, and I hoped that the message got through.

During the two long weeks that followed before my next lesson, as I thought back on my first sixty-nine, what I remembered most warmly of all of the new things it involved, was the way the man held me for an extra moment down there in his arms, and that last kiss that he gave me, inches away from my sex. It was as unlike my first, unhappy blowjob as night was to day.

For my next lesson, I knew we would be doing our "mutual oral stimulation" again. My job was to keep my composure, something I had failed so badly at the previous time.

I touched up my grooming and cleaning, and once in my blindfold, I made sure that it was my smooth lower belly, and not my most intimate little hole, that was the first thing to press up against the dark-haired man's nose.

We settled ourselves into the position, and he brought his face gently to the apex of my thighs. As before, he seemed to know just the right pace, and just the right places for me, and even for my particular mood just then. I reached my first climax very quickly, but this time, as I felt my juices flow out onto him, I remembered not to let it distract me from continuing to suck and stroke on that lovely, thick penis.

Dr. Drew had once said that we could talk about swallowing ejaculate later on in the course if it was something I wanted to try. But as this wonderful man so tenderly and expertly made love to me -- me, a woman he would never know, and never really see, and as I simultaneously pleasured him, I made up my mind to give him a gesture I hoped he might never forget. 

Sure, just about everything he had done for me had involved him having an orgasm; still, he had been there for me week after week, letting me touch him and learn on his penis. In this new phase of our lessons, he seemed to know every place and every way I wanted to be loved to heighten my arousal, and without any words or even eye contact, he had managed to find ways to communicate tenderness and, yes, perhaps even affection.

And it was these things, more than his technique, that made the experience so much more than just sex. They made it magical.

I don't know if sex alone can lead to true love. I had always thought it was supposed to be the other way around. But I felt a deep warmth and an odd sort of closeness to my dark-haired man -- a desire to do my absolute best, and not just for me, but for him.

I took him briefly from my mouth and gently eased off his condom, and then I resumed going down on him with renewed vigor, the smell and taste of mint now replaced with the smell and the taste of a man. I heard him gasp, although he barely missed a beat in pleasuring me.

I knew that I had grown wetter the instant I did it. It felt so deliciously good to be doing this "bare." I returned his quiet sounds of pleasure with little moans of my own. I was completely focused on what I was doing, and just accepting the electric sensations he sent into me as a happy addition and not the center of this act.

And uncovered that way, he came inside of my mouth. His warm streams coming into me in turn sent me over the edge at the same time. I moaned in true pleasure as I gave my gift to him, "yes, oh God yes" I was saying, my mouth still closed around him and far too full to actually get the words out. And like last time, I ground my hips against his face as the hard climax enveloped me, but it was even more magical this time, as I knew that we were both experiencing that heavenly sensation at the same time, fully, and with nothing between us.

After we had both finished, I just lay there on top of him, and we gently caressed each other in our most intimate places. Somehow, it seemed doubly intimate that we did not know who it was that we had just shared such pleasure with. And feeling such closeness just then, I played my fingers down along his softening penis, and he pressed his hands against the small of my back, giving me aftershocks as his strong, masculine arms forced me down once again onto his mouth.

And I made sure to kiss the tip of his penis this time, before the blindfold returned. He was still sticky and salty there, and a trail of him stretched from my lips as we finally separated.

To be sure, there were other lessons in Dr. Drew's plan. There was regular intercourse, which was anything but regular as I helped him to fit his beautiful thick penis up inside of me.

And yes, there was anal, where I learned to trust that his patient preparation of me made this forbidden act feel, not just safe, but unbearably hot.

As the series of lessons wound down, I kept my vow with myself, and let the girls arrange a blind date with their friend. His name was Victor, and our first date started out, at best, OK, and ended rather badly.

He took me to see a band that he knew, playing in a local café. We had dinner and talked -- mostly about him, I remember now, looking back on it -- while the band got set up.

He was willing to dance, I'll give that to him, and he wasn't too bad at it, although several times on the slow numbers I had to nudge his hands up off of my ass when he got a little lower than I was comfortable with. But that wasn't the worst.

When he dropped me off at the end of the night, he leaned across the front seat to kiss me, which was OK, if a little bit fast on a first date that hadn't exactly made angels sing. But he tried to put his hand inside of my blouse, and he tried again even after I had said, "please, not tonight."

But he did stop then, to his credit, although he seemed obviously put off. His kiss, then, was more of a peck, and he said goodnight without walking me to the door.

The next day was to be my last lesson, and it seemed a fitting way to end: anal sex. As I left the house on that Saturday afternoon, Daniel -- as usual -- was getting ready to go and play softball with the guys. I noticed that he stopped several times to sneeze in his own unique way, seeming to try to stifle it, and I told him again as I always did that he was going to blow out an eardrum some day.

My anxiety grew as I drove to Dr. Drew's office, knowing what I would be doing that day. I had never even thought of letting a man do that before.

But I found that, being properly lubricated and opened for it, I simply adored being able to give my dark-haired man that part of myself. It was certainly tight, but not painful at all.

And the feeling, for all of its naughtiness, was surprisingly arousing for me. I could certainly tell that it was specially arousing for him, because he had to slow down several times to delay for a while the moment when, at last, I could feel him throbbing inside me.

Remembering something that Dr. Drew had said in one of our first meetings, I even reached down and touched myself during the act -- tentatively at first, but then with a true but gentle determination -- and I managed to come just as the man's softening penis gently withdrew from my body.




Lesson Plan Ch. 02



The night with Jerome continued just as it had started. Once I showered, and he was finished uploading the degrading images of me onto my computer, he resumed humiliating and using me. He was no longer interested in capturing pictures or videos, but instead focused on seeing just how depraved I was willing to get to please him. He fucked me another three times, making sure to use all of my holes with his strong tool. The session took us all over my house; he had me in all kinds of unnatural positions, and was entirely geared towards only his pleasure and my complete submission. In fact, I only orgasmed once that night and it wasn't until the very end when he was leaving, which was degrading and humiliating in its own right. 

When he finally exhausted of me, I was once again drenched in cum and sweat. I felt weak and worn out, but I loved it. It was truly everything I was hoping for and much more. He left me to lie on the floor of my kitchen as he went to shower off. Upon his return I was still lying on the floor, but a quick command for me to stand got me up to my feet. Jerome wanted me to walk him out to his car which was parked on the street in front of my house. Thankfully it was very late, or early morning, so walking out into my neighborhood naked wasn't going to be an issue. I followed him outside, watched as he entered his car without saying a word and then started it before rolling down his window to give me his final instructions of the night.

"I had fun fucking such a dirty slut tonight, so as repayment I am going to let you cum, but you have to kneel behind my car and get yourself off as I drive away."

With that he rolled up his window, and I hurried to take my place behind his car. I didn't care that I was outside in the middle of my street, all I wanted was the relief of a dammed up orgasm. Quickly I kneeled as instructed, and feverously began pleasuring myself. As I ravaged myself, Jerome began to pull away. Actually, the more accurate description was he peeled out in front of me. I was left to frig myself in a cloud of tire smoke, while also worrying about neighbors waking up to check on the noise. Fortunately I had been on edge all night and easily reached an earth shattering orgasm before even his tail lights faded away in the night.

Coming down from my high, I gathered myself and returned back inside. I took my third shower of the night before retiring, completely satisfied and worn out, to my bed where I passed out until the late afternoon of Saturday. Most of Saturday I spent in a state of recovery; my entire body ached from the marathon fuck session Jerome provided for me; I barely had the energy to feed myself as I spent my day in bed, naked and watching television. 

Sunday was somewhat better as my body began to recover a little. I was able to get some things done around the house and actually took a trip to the supermarket to get some much needed groceries. The entire time Jerome, and the way he used me, wasn't far from my mind. The mere thought of him, or the events from Friday had my pussy flooding with arousal; I only wished I knew how to get in touch with him to repeat the night again soon. He left without giving me any means of contact and without a clue if he intended on seeing me again. The thought of a stranger using me in such a degrading way and then never coming back was arousing on its own front, but I figured if anything I could try to find him at the bar again the following Friday. 

Being used so thoroughly, I would have assumed that my fire of arousal would have been extinguished some, but instead it raged further from the events of the night. As I would replay the night over in my head on Sunday, the desire to be a dirty slut grew more and more. So it wasn't a surprise to me when I laid out my clothes for work on Monday and had chosen my most risqué dress that I could get away with at work. Of course, I also decided against any underwear and added a pair of heels to top off the look. I wanted to be a naughty slut, and what better way to do so then to dress as provocatively as I could while I taught. Because of my pent up arousal and constant remembering of Friday's events, I masturbate three times before finally exhausting myself and falling asleep.

It's now Monday morning, and I am up early to get ready for my day of teaching. Looking to the dress I pick out to wear gets my pussy wet as I head to the shower to clean up. As I do, I think of how careful I will have to be in that dress not to expose myself to anyone, especially since I was going sans panties. It would also be a good idea to avoid the faculty as much as possible, to keep the gossip to a minimum. The shower feels great, and I fight the urge to pleasure myself once again to focus on saving it for a possible repeat this weekend. 

Out of the shower, I do my hair and makeup before returning to my bedroom to put on the only piece of clothing other than shoes I was going to wear for the day. It is going to be hard not to touch myself every chance I get, and to keep my arousal from dripping down my legs. The challenge is the fun part, and will make for a more electric orgasm when the time comes. Slipping into my heels, I glance at myself in the mirror and I look less like a teacher, and more like women ready for a night on the town. I know I will love the looks and stares I get, and that they will only add yet more fuel to the fire.

I head out to school, which is a short five minute drive from my house, and arrive a little earlier than usual. The reason for this is an attempt to limit the amount of the faculty that sees me dressed the way I am, and to have a bit more time to set up for my day. It is an easy day, as I have planned to give my students a test covering the unit we just finished the week before, and a short introduction video of the next one. I won't really have to do a whole lot, except walk around the room occasionally to keep the kids from cheating. Thankfully, that is a relief considering just how sexually aroused I am from just getting dressed and driving to school. Thoughts of Jerome's thick, beautiful cock keep slipping into my head, and I have to continually fight my hand from sneaking under my dress. It's hard to cut myself off from myself, but I know just how much better it will be to build up the arousal to be let out in one grand finale. 

Once at school, my day begins to tick by. I have three classes, each taking a test, before I get to go to lunch and each of the three passes by slowly as I constantly think of all the dirty and depraved events from the past Friday as they test. In fact while my second period class is testing I remember the pictures my dark stranger took of me on my phone, and I can't resist looking at them then and there. Retreated to my desk, I slyly pull out my cell phone and begin sorting through the gallery. They start out with me naked on my knees in the alley with his massive member lodged between my lips, before continuing on to the more humiliating and degrading ones. I have to quickly slip the back of my dress out from under me to keep my gushing gash from creating a noticeable wet spot. 

I am startled back to my classroom when a student sneezes, and I realize just how daring I was being. Reluctantly, I put my phone away, adjust my dress, and do another walk around the room to check on the students. Period three goes the same as the first two, minus me taking time out to look through my phone again. Right before the end of class and moments before the bell is ready to ring and dismiss my class for lunch; I get a knock at my door. As my students are packing up their stuff, I go over to see who is at the door. Upon opening it I am surprised and shocked to be greeted with the white toothy smile of Jerome; talk about unexpected gifts. 

As I move to allow him in, the bell rings and the students begin streaming out. Of course as they pass the tall muscular black man they curious looks as too who he is and what he is doing here, but most seem to just let the curiosity pass and focus on getting to lunch. He steps past me as the final student leaves, and begins to walk over to my desk without saying anything to me. I watch as he makes himself at home in my desk chair, and I take notice of how sexy he is dressed in slacks and a button down shirt. Now that he is sitting, and my classroom door is shut, he finally speaks. 

"Strip and come over here."

He gets right to it, and while I should say no considering I'm at my school working, I am already overly horny from my thoughts and looking at the pictures that I do just as he commands. I know I can't resist his power over me, and he seems to know that as well. It is not a desire that I cannot avoid, nor do I want too. Quickly, I slip the shoulder straps of my dress off and wiggle it off to fall to my feet. Stepping out of the pile of dress I slowly walk towards him, now naked and in heels. 

"Looks like the slut enjoys being naughty at school too. No panties or bra, and gets naked on command, you truly are just looking to get used." 

I say nothing, but continue approach him and once I reach where he is he signals with a finger that I kneel. Obeying the signal, I drop to my knees before him and watch as he opens his pants to pull out his magnificent cock. 

"Suck."

It's one word, but it is all I need. Eagerly, I attack his semi-flaccid member with my mouth. The thought that I am at school is no longer in my mind; I am only focused on service my dark master. He begins to grow harder and is soon fully erect which only spurs me on to continue my duty. With my hand holding the base, my mouth bobs up and down on the remainder in a frenzied pace. My behavior is similar to a starving person finally getting food, but in this case I am get thick, black, dick. Just as I am getting into a rhythm, he stands and pushes me away before speaking. 

"That's enough; come bend over this desk so I can fuck you."

I obediently oblige his command and get into position bent over the student desk in the front row as he takes his place behind me. With a swift shove, his meaty tool parts my gushing lips and bottoms out inside me. Buried deep he leans in and asks me a question.

"When is your lunch break over?"

I respond, "In about twenty minutes, but I have an open period after so we have over an hour before my next class."

"Perfect" he grunts as he pulls back before shoving himself back in. He continues his rhythmic motion of pulling out to just the tip and then shoving himself all the way back in for minutes. The force of his thrusts causes the edge of the desktop to dig into my thighs, but I pay no mind to that and only grunt pleasurably in response to his plunges. Suddenly he stops and pulls completely out of me, leaving my slit gaped open. Looking back over my shoulder I see he is looking around my desk for something. He finds a thick black permanent marker and returns to me with it in hand. Without saying a word, he reinserts himself into me and I moan deeply as a result. 

I suddenly feel something wet drop in between my butt cheeks, and feel him use his thumb to rub it into my hole. Turning to look back at him, I see as he spits down, hitting me in the nearly the same spot and again rubbing it in with his thumb. He does this while completely embedded completely in my stretched cunt. I watch as he moves the marker towards my ass and feel it pressed against the pucker of my asshole. His spit helps it easily slide into place, resting almost completely in my rear. With the marker slipped in, he returns thrusting in and out of my quivering box. 

Each stroke is harder than the previous, and he begins pulling my hips in to meet his own; which sends waves of pleasure throughout my body. Reaching up with one hand, he grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my head back as he leans over me to speak rhaspily into my ear. 

"Does this slut love getting fucked roughly by my big thick black cock in her classroom?"

"Ugh, yes. I love how you, ugh, fuck me with your black cock." 

"You've become quite the black cock slut haven't you?"

"Ah, yes I have, ugh. I love taking your, ungh, black cock anyway, anytime."

"I bet you do, and I bet you are dying to have your slutty little ass filled with my fat black dick right now. Isn't that right slut?"

"Oh yes."

With his meat shoved all the way into my cunt, he growls into my ear his command.

"Let me hear you beg for it bitch. Tell me how much your asshole deserves my black cock."

"Please fuck me in my ass with your thick, fat, black dick. I need it so badly; to be stretched out like a true black cock slut. My asshole needs to filled up by your big fucking rod; it always needs it. I will do anything you ask to have you fuck me in the ass like a true slut."

"Okay, I think you can have my cock in your ass, but first let me make an addition to you slut."

With that, he pulls the marker lodged in my rear hole out and I begin to feel him using it to write on my lower back. It takes only a few seconds for him to complete writing it before he fills me in on what it says. 

"There, now you are truly labeled. It says, 'Anal slut for black cock' in all caps. That way anyone who happens to see you like this will know what you truly are. Now suck my cock some more to get it ready for you dirty little ass."

Quickly, I spin around to complete his order; getting my mouth on his cock almost instantly. It was coated with my arousal, and enjoyed knowing that he caused that and that he made me behave so slutty. As I sucked him, making sure to coat his member with enough saliva to help it force its way into my anal passage, I thought about the message he had written onto me. It was so dirty, yet so true. I truly was an anal slut, and especially for his black cock. For a woman who never had experienced either prior to meeting Jerome, I fell right into my role as if it was my nature. I truly believe I will do whatever he asks if I know it means I would be taking his wonderful black piece in some fashion afterwards.

Suddenly, he pulls himself away from my oral assault and orders me once again to bend over the desk. Hacking up a big wad, he spits it out onto my asshole before using the head of his girthy tool to rub it in some. Satisfied with the level of lubrication, he uses one hand to guide himself into my tight sphincter, while the other grabs a handful of my hair. While my saliva and his spit helps a little to allow his massive member slide in, I can still feel the pain of my hole being stretched open nearly beyond its limits. 

He starts out slow by just slipping it in inch by inch. For that I am thankful because it allows me to get adjusted. Eventually, he gets himself buried to the hilt and he leans over to once again speak into my ear.

"You've got all of me in your slutty ass now cunt, time to fuck you so hard you will walk funny."

He pulls out tell just the tip is resting inside my stretched rectum, before thrusting himself all the way back in with extreme force; enough to push me and the desk I am leaning over to move forward. I hold back from screaming out in both pleasure and pain, by biting into my forearm. Jerome continues his assault on my defenseless ass, picking up speed and force while gripping my hips for leverage. I just take his rough pounding, riding the waves of pleasure, but not daring to touch myself or think of climaxing without his permission. Though it wasn't something that we had verbally spoken about, I can tell that when I am with him it is all about his pleasure first and then if he feels like it to allow me pleasure. I am just his to use as he sees fit. 

Releasing my hips he reaches out for my arms and pulls them back behind me. Using one of his large hands he grips my two wrists together, securing my arms behind my back and using them almost like reigns on a horse to ride my ass harder. He has been fucking me feverishly for close to five minutes now, without any signs of letting up. The pain of my stretched open hole has now subsided to a dull ache as it becomes accepting of the thick intruder. Out of nowhere, Jerome slams himself completely in and stops to speak to me.

"Okay slut, you get a choice now; where do you want my cum? Do you want me to spray deep inside your nasty asshole so you can feel it squish around and slowly leak out the rest of the day, or do you want to swallow it like a dirty little cum dumpster considering this is your lunch break? Don't worry though, which choice you make you will still get have to suck my dick clean afterwards since I know how much you enjoy that."

The choice of course would be absurd if I was any other woman, but I wasn't any other woman, especially after my experience with Jerome on Friday. So in fact this is a very difficult decision, but one I knew the answer to. I wanted both ways, but swallowing it would mean less chance of it leaking out while I was teaching. 

"Ahhh, I want to taste your thick, heavy cum. Please let me swallow every drop of your juice. I am just a slutty cum dumpster who needs to take in cum."

"Excellent choice whore, now get down on your knees and jerk my pole off into your filthy mouth."

He rips his black pole from my ass, leaving me gapping, and I immediately drop to my knees in a spinning motion. I reach out once on my knees and grab a hold of his magnificent cock with both hands. It is warm, and sticky from the anal fuck he gave me, and it has the musky smell of ass coming from it. I don't let that deter me at all, and begin to quickly pump fists over his shaft to retrieve my reward. My mouth is open like an eager bird waiting to be feed, and after a minute of frantic hand work I am delivered my dish. Erupting out of the bulbous head of his black rod are ropes of thick, creamy spunk; each aimed right at my waiting mouth and tongue. The first spew hits me right on the middle of tongue, followed shortly by two others all of which hit with decent force. The next volley of man nectar lacks the speed of the previous and hits my tongue, but just the front and drapes the remainder over my bottom lip. In an effort to correct the trajectory, I am his tool up some more. However, in doing so I over correct and the next two shots fire out and hit just above my upper lip and fall over into my mouth, while a surprise third launches onto my nose. 

A final dribble falls out and lands on my chin, at which point I lick my lips and swallow what I manage to catch. The taste is strong and bitter, yet is still very much delectable. Releasing one of my hands grip from his meat stick, I use my finger to gather up the misfires on my chin and nose to meet up with the other shots in my mouth. Sucking my finger clean, I focus my greedy mouth on the prize cock in front of me. Focusing on the head first, I make quick work of the remaining cum oozing from it. Satisfied I have gotten all of the delicious cum available, I begin push more of his shaft into my mouth to clean it from the fuck session. I can certainly taste the unmistakable taste of anal sex on his cock, but again just like on Friday I am not put off by it; instead I am honored to clean my own trace of ass of his beautiful dick after such an amazing fuck. 

Getting as much of his rod sucked clean, I pull my mouth off to spot clean with my tongue. I make sure to get underneath and the sides, coating his ebony tool with long strokes of my tongue, and gathering up any missed traces. As I do this, I remember that it is happening all inside of my classroom while my lunch break. Students and faculty are just on the other side of my door, in the hall, and all unknowing of what a slut I am being. My room is filled with the sounds of me licking and sucking to obediently clean my black master's cock, but I dutifully continue until his member shining clean with my saliva. As I finish, he pulls his pants back up into place and tucking his softening tool away from view before speaking.




Lesson Plan Ch. 02



"Where's your purse slut?"

I quickly get up from my kneeling position in front of him and hurry to retrieve my bag from behind my desk. Returning to him with it, I hand over my purse for him to see. Just as he did Friday night, he begins to rifle through the contents of the bag. He finds my keys, my credit card, and phone inside; the credit card along with my I.D. and debit card no longer have a wallet to slide into considering he had me throw out my wallet and other purse on Friday. I watch as he punches something into my phone before slipping back inside my bag. He then begins slipping my house key off its ring, and then tossing the other keys back into the purse and dropping it on the floor between us with a loud thud. 

"I'm taking this with me so I can make myself at home inside your house while I wait for you to get off work. The credit card will allow me to pick up some useful supplies as well. Keep your phone handy, because I may texting info as the day goes on. You've been a good whore so far, but we will see if I can break you tonight." 

With his final statement, he walks towards my door and lets himself out. He however doesn't close the door behind him and I have to quickly scramble to get my dress on before someone walks by and sees me completely naked in my classroom. With my dress on, and almost out of breath, I close my door just before the lunch bell rings. I lean against my closed door and begin to recollect myself after what just happen. I just acted like a true slut in the middle of my classroom, and I did it as if it was a normal occurrence for me. It is unbelievable to think about just how far I have fallen into the role of the submissive slut, willing to do anything to get a little bit of a strong powerful dick. I guess I have always had that desire, but have kept tucked deep away throughout my marriage and early life, but since the divorce the fire started to burn, and has gotten out of control. However, from what I have been experiencing with Jerome, I don't think I want to control it. He just came in here and used me for my mouth and ass, treated me like a two-bit hooker, I didn't climax, and yet I wish he was still here using me and can't wait to get off work to see what he has in store for me later. 

Once I collect my thoughts I leave to go to the faculty restroom, to freshen up my appearance. Looking in the mirror at myself, I for the most part look put together. My hair is a bit disheveled and my face has just a trace of dried cum on my chin, but overall it is a quick fix to get myself back to presentable. My ass is tender, and do certainly feel it as I walk, but I love the feeling as it is a constant reminder of the thorough fucking Jerome gave me. Satisfied that I am back in order, I return to my room to struggle through my last two classes of the day. 

I have to wait for my prep period to end first, but I decide to pass the time looking at the pictures from Friday on my phone again. I shouldn't be doing it, as I have two classes that I need to prepare for, but I just can't help myself; I love how nasty and dirty I am, and I love that I have evidence of it to look at. Yes, it is risky to have these types of photos and videos of myself doing such humiliating things, but the enjoyment from viewing them outweighs the risk; in fact the idea that they might get seen or stolen only adds to the excitement. 

I fight the urge and desire to let my hand slip beneath my dress to pleasure myself as I look at the extremely erotic and degrading pictures. I know my pussy is flooded wet though without touching it, and have to pull my dress out from underneath me as to avoid soaking it. It is as if my sex is drooling over the endless possibilities that Jerome could put me through. A sense of wonder creeps into my mind as too what more he could possibly do, and his final words felt ominous as he left, "but we will see if I can break you tonight." The way I am feeling now, I don't think that is possible, but not knowing sends chills through my body and a throws more gas on my fire within. 

Five minutes before the next bell is about to ring, my viewing session is interrupted by a text from Jerome.

"Send me a picture of you fingering your slutty asshole, and make sure I can see your new marking."

I had almost forgotten about the message he had written on me, "Anal Slut for Black Cock", but thinking about it floods my cunt some more and I quickly get my finger lodged inside my abused hole. Leaning over my desk, with my dress hike up, I use my free hand to capture the picture before sending it off. Within a minute I get a response back. 

"TAKE THE DRESS OFF SLUT! It is covering part of the message. Do it again, right this time, and now with a highlighter in your whore ass."

Disappointed in myself for not pleasing him, I quickly shed my dress. Now not only am I trying to get the picture quickly to Jerome, I am also racing against the clock. Opening my desk drawer, I pull out a pink highlighter, and press it into the tender entrance. Again I take the picture and this time check it out before sending it. I redress and put the highlighter back just before the bell rings. I greet my students as they walk in and get them started on their test. As soon as I pass out the last one, and finish giving instructions, I make beeline straight to my desk and phone. However, I am disappointed to see that he didn't respond to my second picture. I brush it off, assuming no word is good and try to take my mind away from thoughts of Jerome beautiful cock doing wonderfully nasty things to me. It is a struggle, but I do manage somewhat to distract myself as I begin to check emails and grade previous periods tests. 

Soon the students begin finishing their tests and the bell rings to dismiss them leaving me only one more period to get through before I find out what Jerome has planned. I do as I did for the previous period, getting them set up with the test and instructions, before focusing on grading the other classes test to distract myself from the time. It works once again, as before I know it the final bell rings and I say goodbye to my last class of the day. I walk over and shut my door, and by the time I return to my desk to begin packing up for the day another text from Jerome comes through on my phone.

"On your way home slut, make sure to pick me up some beer. A twelve pack should be enough. Oh and you better be naked when you walk through the door."

My pussy flutters with excitement from the message, and I am happy to do his bidding. 

To be continued...



Lesson Plan Ch. 02



Afterward, back in the changing room as I got dressed, I heard a sound that took a split second to register. Once it did, though, it sent ice rocketing right up my spine. I flew to the door and pried it open just enough to peek out.

In that instant, the last few months re-wrote themselves into a nightmare. The muffled sneeze had come from my brother Daniel. It was Daniel waving goodbye to Dr. Drew and quietly letting himself out of her office.

It was my brother who had just fucked me in the ass. I stood there, utterly shocked and dumbfounded, all the while still feeling the slight ache in me there, where his penis had been.

And then it all replayed vividly and horrifyingly in my mind. It was my brother I had touched, and who had touched me so intimately. It was my brother who had come in my mouth.

I was just sick: almost physically so. I quickly finished dressing and stormed out of Dr. Drew's office, muttering, "fuck, fuck, fuck," and not saying goodbye.

And for days the only thing I could remember was the bitter taste of my brother's sticky thick semen, and not the warm little gestures of tenderness and affection that had made me think I was falling in love with a mysterious dark-haired man. I'm sure I was blocking those things out of my mind.

I took some slight comfort in one thing: Daniel didn't know that I knew. I don't think I could have faced him again otherwise. I kept my distance from him in the ensuing days, as I let the chaos inside try to work its way out of me.

And against my better judgment, I agreed to see Victor again.

After only our second date, I let him take me to bed. Looking back, I can now see all of the signs that it was too soon.

There had never been anything in particular about Victor that had really drawn me to him, and his boorishness on our first date really should have been the end of it.

I'm sure that what happened with Daniel was pushing me into this. It was some kind of way to wash all of that out of my past. But I was also feeling sexy and confident about all that I had learned, even if I had learned it with Daniel.

The foreplay that night was certainly nothing special -- Victor groped uninspiringly between my legs while I teased his cock to a solid erection and playfully put the condom I had brought onto him.

Then he entered me a little too soon and came with, frankly, surprising speed. There was nothing in it for me -- I was barely even to the point of sufficient lubrication.

Then, like the cliché that he was, he rolled over and dozed. I grabbed my clothes and slipped into the bathroom to dress, and I left.

At home later that night, I was frustrated and restless. I rolled over and took my trusty pink friend from the drawer in my nightstand, and rolled it over in my hand. But I realized that sex wasn't the answer to my frustration and, in fact, I really wanted nothing to do with sex just then.

The hardest part of it all, I think, was coming to grips with the fact that my brother wanted me. That he loved me not just as the brother who had taken care of me all of those years, but in an unthinkable, forbidden way.

I thought of all of the times I had strolled around his house without a care, early in the morning or at night before bed, wearing nothing but the long white T-shirt that I usually slept in.

And I knew that he noticed my legs, although he never said so. I had always chalked it up to the fact that all men notice.

As time went by, I thought, too, of the way he had held me, and placed a kiss on my thigh, and how his tender gestures like that, even in the moments after he'd just climaxed, had sure seemed at the time to add such depth and such warmth to the physical acts.

At the time, of course. Back then, before I knew.

But there came to be more and more nights alone, when I had at last regained something like my normal desires and had started masturbating again now and then, that those tender gestures would play over and over in my mind.

One such night, I took my little pink friend from the drawer and I turned on my radio to mask the noise of the vibrator. It was playing Billy Joel's "Always a Woman," and the song had never sounded quite so lovely to me as it did just then.

As the music played, I lifted up the hem of my flimsy thin nightdress and I practiced just holding the vibrator against me and trying not to climax. As it began to weave its sensations into me, I let my fantasies run wild.

In my fantasy, I was giving oral sex to my lover, giving everything I could for his lovely thick manhood. And just when I noticed the birthmark on this lovely thick penis, the man in my fantasy came in me, and the real me, alone there in bed, came hard just then, too.

As I let the physical sensations subside, my thoughts tumbled louder and faster. My fantasy was Daniel. My dark-haired man. My big brother.

I lay there for a while longer and remembered what was, without a doubt, the best orgasm in my life. It was the one he had given me just as I was swallowing his, the time that I had removed his condom. Thinking back on it now, the little gasp that he gave then had whole new meaning.

And I thought about the feelings I'd discovered as I went through the lessons. The way that physical intimacy was a dangerous thing to toy with, because it was such a powerful connection of two spirits. How the little unbidden gestures of tender affection were the warm coals that burned, not brightest, but longest. To focus on giving, and let the rest happen.

I was past anger at his deception now. I knew what I wanted. I wanted to be with someone who wanted me. Being wanted made me want him just that much more.

I left my vibrator on the edge of the bed and, smoothing down the hem of my nightdress, I slipped quietly into his room. He was sound asleep.

I hesitated there for a moment, taking a silent deep breath to be sure I wanted what I was about to do.

As softly as I could, I lifted the covers and slid into his bed. I smiled to find that my big brother slept in the nude. 

Moving gently, I cuddled up against his bare back, and placing one leg onto his, I pressed myself lightly against him down there. I could feel my lingering wetness touching his warm backside.

He moved then. At first with a start, but then he relaxed. Still, there was surprise in his voice when he spoke my name.

There is simply no other way to say this: he was flummoxed. I swear to you I've never used that word before in my life, but there it is. It fits. He was.

Flummoxed.

"Um, Jane, you do realize that you're, uh, touching me and that you're, you know...."

"Wet," I finished his thought.

"Yes, I know," I went on. "I just had a wonderful orgasm." 

I waited barely an instant to let that sink in for him. I reached around him and started stroking his penis. "And I found I was imagining this," and I gave him a squeeze.

He rolled over to face me in bed. He was smiling.

I caught his groping hands before they could reach my body, and I held them between us. "You know, I was mad as hell at you -- furious -- for the way that you tricked me. I just wish there had been some other way. But, you know, I guess I can see that there probably wasn't."

Having gotten that part out, I released one of his hands, and I used my free hand to trace around one of his nipples, and on down his belly, and then down to his sex.

I resumed stroking him, feeling the familiar thickness of his now-full erection.

"I'll just bet you want me to take this thing off," I teased, looking down at my nightdress.

"Uh-huh," he moaned softly as the sensations I was giving him were making his hips start to writhe.

"Well, you're just going to have to wait a bit longer, mister," I said with mock sternness. As I had seen him do, that time when I watched him masturbate, I shifted my fingers down lower on his shaft and over his testicles when I thought he was getting too close to an orgasm.

Then, as I felt him relax, I moved back up and worked my thumb across his most sensitive spot.

"You've been the one in control for entirely too long," I went on, as I continued bringing him closer to coming, and then bringing him back down.

"You have seen my little shaved crotch before, haven't you, big brother?"

He was breathing heavily now, but he nodded his answer.

Just barely tracing my fingernail from his testicles, and up his thick shaft, I whispered, "but I don't think you've ever seen my boobs before, have you?"

He managed a moan that sounded something like "No."

"But you'd like to, wouldn't you?"

I squeezed the base of his shaft gently, feeling how thoroughly hard he was then, and he nodded again.

I waited for him to relax even more. I wanted him hard, but nowhere near coming when I finally took him.

"Daniel," I said as I stroked that familiar thick flesh, "I don't know where it all leads. I just know where I want to be right now. Thank you for letting me learn that lesson."

I let go of him and pulled off my nightdress, and then, crawling up against him, our naked bodies pressed fully together, I kissed him.

And yes, we made love. And yes, oh yes, it was good. I came just from having him deep inside me with no curtains, no blindfolds, no deception. And as I sensed him rising to the point of his own climax, I grasped his hips firmly and leaned my face up to his ear.

As I whispered "I love you," I felt him climax inside me, and heard him moaning my name.

I awoke hours later, still in his bed, still in his arms. He was hard again.



Lesson Plan Ch. 03



My brain is racing through the endless possibilities of what Jerome may use me for as I drive to the convenience store by my house. I can practically feel the buzz of energy that is running through my body from my own arousal and nerves. Never did I expect that a wickedly naughty Friday night would turn into a devilish fuck at my school on a Monday, followed by any number of devious and degrading things. My pussy is dripping wet thinking about the black sex god that is Jerome, who is waiting for me at my house. Also, the idea that I have so quickly given myself over to this man is not lost on me, but rather than let it eat away at me, I choose to revel in the thought that such a man desires me so much that he plans to take me as he pleases. 

Reaching the convenience store, I hurry inside to purchase the beer that he has requested I bring home with me. I am sure I look frantic to the employee behind the counter, but I do not care as I only want to pay for the case of beer and be on my way; I want to be standing naked for him in my house presenting him the beer and myself. Leaving the store, I quickly pull into my house's driveway and wait for the garage door to open. Once inside the garage, I shut of the engine to my car, grab the beer, and press the button to close the garage door before stepping out of my car. As the door rolls down, I step towards the door inside my home and set the beer down on the step in front of it. With my hands free, I slide my dress off and toss it atop the washer to the right of the door and pick up the beer before entering my house. Naked, minus the heels, I step inside and head towards the living room. I see him sitting on the couch, and as I get closer he speaks without looking at me.

"Put the beer in fridge, and then go shower. When you are done, return to me wearing only what I have laid out for you on the bed."

I am a little hurt that he didn't even turn to look at me, but push those feelings aside and simply do as I am instructed. Placing the beer inside the fridge, I make my way to my bedroom to shower. I check my bed to see what Jerome has left laid out for me to wear and am somewhat confused when all I see is a thin nylon strap. Upon closer inspection, I realize that it is a pet's collar. It is red, with a metal clasp, and a silver bone shaped tag that reads, "PET SLUT" on it. I am a bit shocked by the collar, but after a moment I feel charmed that he is claiming me; even it is as a pet. The idea that Jerome considers me more property than partner should appall me. However, it does the opposite, as I realize that giving myself over to this man will be relieving in a sense. When with him, I will not have to worry about anything going on in my life outside of his control. I will be able to just be there, and enjoy the ride. So with a smile on my face and a new sense of purpose, I quickly wash up in the shower, dry off, make myself presentable, and put on the collar he has provided for me.

I return to him sitting on the couch in the living room watching the television. This time I am able to make it completely into the room and am standing in front of him before he speaks to me. As I stand there waiting for his next command, I notice that he has my video camera next to him on the couch, as well as a pair of handcuffs, and a number of other sex toys I have never seen before. My pussy floods with the anticipation of those toys to be used on me. He moves his gaze from the television to me, and smirks with approval of following his command. Saying nothing, he simply begins to unfasten his pants and pull out his hardening member. 

At that moment I know exactly what is expected of me, and drop to my knees in front of him, and quickly move my face towards his wonderful rod of pleasure. Still he says nothing as I slip the head of his enlarged cock into the warm confines of my mouth. I begin to build a steady rhythm, and soon am coating his shaft with the thin layer of my saliva. As I continue to work his thick pole with my mouth, I look up to him and notice he is now not even looking at me, but rather seems more interested in what is on the TV. I take this as a challenge to get him to notice my effort, and redouble my oral assault on his dick. Soon I am gagging myself with it as I begin to push more and more into my throat. His pubic hair tickles my nose as I finally impale my throat completely with the monster cock, and again I take a glimpse to see if his attention has now shifted. However, I am disappointed to see that it has not, but rather than anger me, it instead turns me on. The idea of doing something so personal and erotic for someone I only met three days ago while I am currently naked except for a collar that reads "Pet Slut" on it is humiliating; and it is that humiliation that continues to add gas to my burning fire of desire.

After five minutes of my suck-fest, he finally makes a movement as if finally noticing me. He looks down at me and pushes me away with his hand on my forehead. I remain kneeling in front of him, with saliva dripping from my lips and chin as he stands up in front of while grasping his trouser snake with his own hand. As he does he talks to me, all while stroking himself vigorously in my face.

"I ordered some Chinese food to eat while I watch the game; it should be arriving any minute now and I think it would amazingly slutty if you answered the door naked and with a huge load of cum on your face."

At the finish of his sentence, he grunts some before unleashing a torrent of spunk onto my face completely coating me with his sperm. Four or five large spurts land all over my face; I know I must looked like I just got slimed from the heaviness of the cum clinging to my skin. Spent, he puts the tip of his beautiful cock to my lips, and I lick away the excess that didn't manage to eject itself onto me. With his rod now cleaned and softening from its stiff stature, Jerome pulls it from my mouth and falls back to the couch. I tentatively begin to open my eyes and am surprised to notice that even with the amount he spewed forth onto me, my eyes were left unobstructed. I can feel it everywhere else though: my forehead, nose, cheeks, and chin are all slickened with his heavy manly juice. 

As I remain in my kneeling position in front of Jerome, waiting for what is next, the doorbell rings and my pussy floods with excitement from what I am about to do. Jerome digs into his pocket and pulls out thirty dollars before handing it over to me. Taking the money, I stand and begin to walk over to the door. In doing so, I feel a drop of his cum fall from my chin onto my chest, and feel a bit dangling from the tip of my nose. I know I must look ridiculous, and am too aroused to care.

Hurrying to the door, I open it without a care in the world, as if nothing is a matter with the way I am presenting myself. The delivery boy is mid 20's, but doesn't take notice of me at first. Instead he is reading off the order from the ticket, but when he looks up I can see that he is nearly going to drop food from shock. I reach out and grab the bag from him, saying thank you and handing him the cash as I do. Giving him one last cum covered smile, I close the door and bring over the food to Jerome. I set the bag down on the on the coffee table in front of the couch and look to him for further instruction. He reaches past me for the food, while indeed spouting off an order at me.

"Go get me a beer slut."

Without hesitation, I turn to leave and retrieve him a beer. I am not put off by the fact that he is just an errand slut, and cum disposal. In fact, I am actually extremely turned on by the way he is using me, and am eager to see how far he is going to go with the treatment. 

I return quickly with the beverage and hand it over to him. Taking it from me he instructs me to get down on my hands and knees in front of him so that I am facing away from him and towards the television. It is at this moment that I notice he has slid the coffee table out of the way I guess in preparation for my positioning. Once in position, I feel him set the now opened Chinese food boxes onto my back, and crack open his beer. He is humiliating my further by using me as a piece of furniture, all while I still remain collared, naked, and facialized with his spunk. It is completely degrading, but at the same time it causes my pussy to flood. 

Continuing to remain in my position as his table, I don't look back, but can tell from the movement of the weight that he is indeed eating the food, and paying no mind to me at all. Occasionally, I will feel the drop of a piece of food onto my skin, or the drip of a sauce. It is a hot sensation, that doesn't really burn, but does give me the sense that he isn't going out of his way to keep it from happening. I begin to sense from the lessening of the weight, that he is getting close to finishing, and soon hear the sound of an empty beer can hitting the floor. My knees ache as I have been in this position for an extended period of time, and can only hope that he will soon order me to retrieve him a replacement beer. 

My wish is granted as I hear the thud of empty Chinese food boxes hit the floor, from him using his arm to clear them off of my back, and orders me up to get him a replacement refreshment. I scurry off to the kitchen to complete my task, and while in there I feel my lower back with my hand and touch the sticky residue of dropped food pieces on my skin. I don't wipe it away, just as I hadn't with the now dried cum that is plastering my face, and I return to living room to supply him with his new beer. When I return and he takes the beer he speaks to me.

"Why don't you clean up this mess slut? No hands though; I need to train my pet slut to accept that she is nothing more than a pet to me; one that does as I order with no argument. Isn't that right slut?"

I reply with a simple head nod as I drop to my hands and knees to begin picking up the discarded Chinese food boxes from the floor with my mouth. There are three discarded boxes and one empty can, so I will have to make multiple trips to complete my task. Back and forth I go, taking each item individually from the living room to the trashcan in the kitchen. I remain on my hands and knees as I go to and from, to show my black master that I truly want to be his pet, and accept my role in our relationship. 

Covered in dried cum and specs of food, I dutifully complete my cleanup duty and return to Jerome in the living room. His pants are still open and his enormous black pole, though flaccid, is still out and taunting me. I present myself on all fours in front of him on the couch, and am greeted with one of his devilish grins. My cunt flutters and floods with his grin and the anticipation of what is next.

"Okay slut, go wash off your face and return here, you are going to be my half time show."

Quickly, I jump up and make my way to the hall bathroom. Once inside, I turn on the faucet and begin to splash my face with water, and scrub away the dried, caked on cum. I make quick work of it, and am able to dry off and make my return to Jerome in no time at all. I return to the same position as I was in before leaving, on my hands and knees in front of him and I wait for his next command.

"Well pet, the game I was watching is at halftime, and because I don't really care for their halftime show, I thought you could make a better one. I want to watch and record you stuffing these into your ass, every single one of them."

He tosses down a set of anal beads in front of me. The strand is at least ten inches long, and each bead looks to be the size of a golf ball, and there are six of them. Considering that just a few days earlier I hadn't anything more than two of my own fingers in my ass, and now I basically taking anything he throws at me in ass. I love knowing how quickly I become an anal loving slut, from the moment when he first slipped his thick thumb into my hole I knew I would enjoy having my ass stuffed full. 

"Just turn around and face that slut ass at me."

I do as he commands, and feel the ooze of lube squirted onto my puckered hole. I am thankful that he is letting me use lube, and I am getting even more aroused as I feel his finger rub the cool liquid into me. 

"That should do it, now grab those beads and start pushing them in. Make sure to look back at me and the camera as you do so I can see the expressions on your face as you shove them in. Oh, and don't forget, I want all of them in; all the way in until just the plastic ring is sticking out."

I grab ahold of the beads, and find the one at the end. Bringing it up to my slick hole, I rub it around some to coat it first; all while staring back at him. Getting it slippery, I begin to press the ball into my ass. At first, my hole resists, and will not allow me to push the intruder past. However, I am determined to get it in so I press harder and soon feel my tender hole give way and allow the ball to slide through. The sensation of it stretching me open briefly before slipping inside and filling me up is unexplainable; it is simply pure bliss. 

Only lingering on the sensation of the first ball pushing into place for a moment, I focus on now getting the next one in. I line up the second ball just as I had with the first and begin to press it in. The resistance is less than the first one, but as I feel it begin to enter inside, I can also feel it butt up against the first one. This causes the stretching feeling to last a moment longer than the first and I moan out in delight because of it. Once it is fully lodged inside, I waste no time moving on to the third ball. 

With each ball that I press into place, my asshole loosens, but the time it takes to push it all the way is extended. I have to basically push the previous balls already inside, further in to make room for the new one. It causes me to slowly feel full, and my pussy to practically drip with excitement. Eventually, I run out of balls to push inside, and I look to Jerome for further instructions.

"You're not done yet slut, there is still some of the strand hanging out. I said I wanted you to get it all in until just the ring is left."

I realize my mistake and take the remaining bit of cord that each of the balls is attached to into my hand. Slowly, I begin to work the last little bit into my ass. It is difficult because of how flexible it is, but I manage and can feel the hard plastic of the ring pressing my puckered hole. It is remarkable to think that I now have at least ten inches of golf ball sized anal beads stuffed up my ass, and if anyone would to see all that would be seen would be a plastic ring nestled up against my asshole. 

"That's a good little pet slut, now I'll hold onto the ring and you crawl forward. I won't pull them out; I will just hold the ring steady as you pull yourself off of them. I want to see the beads pop out one at a time."

What a naughty way to remove them, to have me crawl away from him as he holds onto the ring, causing the beads to just pull out. I eagerly began to crawl forward, and could immediately begin to feel the cord slide out. Trying to go slow, I continue the erotic crawl as I feel the first of the six balls reaching the exit point. Just like going in, it was a bit difficult to get out. I really needed to pull myself forward to allow for my asshole to begin opening up. As I finally opened up enough, I felt the ball pop out in a hurry, causing me to almost fall forward from the momentum I had built up. With the first one out the process continued the same, with each coming out a bit easier than the one before it. As the last one fell out, I could feel my asshole gaping open some and I just remained in my spot as I awaited further instructions.

"Now come back here and let's do that again."

Not wanting to keep him waiting I turned around on my hands and knees and began to crawl back over to him. When I reach him he hands me the beads again, and I begin to push them inside me once again. With back in, he again has me crawl away to pull them out. This routine happens two more times before Jerome seems to bore of it. Overall the impact made on me is that my anal opening is pulsing with the constant in and out of the balls, and my pussy is flooded with arousal. I have a feeling though that my ass will not be get a rest for a while now; Jerome seems to be eager to make me the biggest anal slut in town. As if on cue, he indicates that he has something new for me to do by holding up a long double ended dildo.

"Well that was fun; your asshole seems to really be opening up well. Why don't we see just how well your ass can do taking things deep? This is an 18 inch long double dildo, and I think it will make a good barometer for just how much of anal whore you can be. How does that sound slut?"

"Oh, I would love to see how deep I can take that dildo in my ass. Please slip it in me as far as you can."

"I certainly intend to. Now get into position and I will start feeding this thing to your hungry ass."

Without even a pause, I crawl over and turn my rear to face him. He too wastes no time as I quickly feel him spit on my hole and began pressing the dildo in. Looking over my shoulder, I see he is still capturing everything with the video camera as he uses his other hand to feed my ass the dildo. He notices me looking and orders me to turn away.

"It's better if you don't look, that way you won't think you have to much in and complain. You will just keep taking it until I can't push any more in."

I turn my face back forward, just as he wishes and focus on the unique feeling of the intruder sliding into me. I at times can feel him push it in and pull it out, but realize I am not really able to gauge just how much is in at any given moment. Of course, I do sense when it is deep, but usually only for a moment before Jerome pulls some out. I get the sense that he has a plan, but am not sure just what. Also, throughout the entire ordeal, he is talking to me and asking me questions.

"That's it slut, take this cock deep. Show me how much your filthy asshole can take. You have a greedy little ass don't you?"

"Ugh, yes I do. It just wants to be filled. Oh yes, filled by whoever and whatever."

"I can tell slut; I just met you and already you are letting me use and abuse you holes. You are just a nasty whore. Imagine what your students would think if they knew just how much of a dirty slut you are. That you are willing to let a strange black man you met at bar use you like a fuck toy."

The humiliation of Jerome mentioning my students only arouses me further. It makes me what to show him just how much of a slut and dirty whore I am. I know it shouldn't, but I can't fight my true feelings. This is an entirely new me and I am one hundred percent into finding all about this new me.

"You are doing good slut, taking so much of this long cock into your whore ass. But you want more don't you cunt, you want more of it filling your naughty ass?"

"Oh god, yes, give me more!"

"Beg for it slut!"

"Please, oh, please give me more. Push more of that cock into my ass. I can take it; push as much as you can in. Please, I need it so bad. I am just a filthy anal slut who needs her hole stuffed full."

"What a pathetic slut, if you want more reach back here and feed it into your hole yourself."

Eagerly, my hands reaches back to grab ahold of the dildo to start taking over and to show him just how depraved I am. However, upon getting ahold of it I am shocked to realize that there isn't much left. In fact what is left isn't even a handful. There is only about an inch or two remaining, the rest is already deep inside of me. My head snaps back to look at him in confusion. I can't really have almost all of that dildo inside me can I? A smile forms across his face when he sees my reaction and my head spin. He kind of laughs some before informing of my situation.




Lesson Plan Ch. 03



"It seems the slut didn't realize just how greedy her ass was. That's right slut you have almost taken all eighteen inches, how slutty is that? Also, you should know that you had that much in even before you began begging for more. You didn't even realize that you had almost taken the entire length. You are such a whore to beg for more after getting so much so it seems only right that you get what you begged for. Go ahead slut, give yourself some more. You seemed so eager to take more, let see you do it. Push it all the way in cunt."

My jaw just hung open as he spoke, and as I was enlightened with that revelation. How could I have had nearly seventeen inches stuffed in my ass, and not realize it? I truly must be an anal slut. Now curiosity took over where bewilderment once resided. Could I really take more? Was I really going to push the last little bit inside? There is only one way to find out I told myself, and soon that message was fired down to my hand as I began pushing the dildo into myself. 

It was hard going as all of a sudden I could feel just how much was inside of me, but I was determined to get more. Slowly, I begin to feel my anal passage relent and relax as the dildo begins to slide further in. It is fractional, but it is progress. It is also the motivation for me to continue. Centimeter by centimeter I push the dildo in. Moments pass and I am nearly at the end. All that is left is about a half-inch of the tapered head. Using two fingers, I press at it until I feel my tips touch my hole. However, I don't stop there; I continue to press until my fingers slide inside as well and am satisfied that the long dong is in me completely. My fingers retreat back out, and the dildo remains tucked inside making me feel completely full as I look to Jerome for approval.

"Very nice whore; looking at you know you wouldn't be able to tell you have 18 inches of cock hidden in your ass. I can't believe a slut like you is allowed to teach the youth of this country. Simply one of the filthiest things I have ever witnessed. Congrats! Not only did you take the entire dildo, you managed to do so before the second half started. Now go crawl and get me another beer before the game starts back up."

As has been the case lately, his degrading and humiliating of me only fuels my sexual fire. Telling me how filthy I am, and bringing up my students again shames me, but it also excites and arouses me. He is simply using me for his entertainment, and yet I can't get enough of it. With my rectum filled with eighteen inches of sex toy, I crawl off towards the fridge to retrieve his beer. As I move, I feel the pressure in my gut, and realize that it is neither comfortable nor uncomfortable. I am not receiving pleasure from it specifically, but I am receiving pleasure from the humiliating fact of what I did. It is amazing to me how quickly I am sliding down the tunnel of sexual depravity; a tunnel with no bottom in sight. 

Returning with his beer, I hand it over and remain on my hands and knees to await further instructions. He says nothing as he grabs it from me, and continues to watch the game on TV. I begin to daze off thinking about my recent depraved behavior. My mind wanders from my first meeting with Jerome, to our first night together, to his unannounced visit to my school, and now this. I can't believe how far I have sunken into my role as a nasty slut. I can't believe just how much doing so has turned me on more than I have ever been in my life. I am startled out of my thoughts by Jerome's words.

"Okay slut, this game seems to be a blowout and I think you have held onto that dildo for quite enough. Why don't you go ahead a push some of it out? Just imagine you are taking a shit that should get it started back out."

A wave of shame washes over me as I process the words he has spoken to me. To get this deep toy out of my rectum, it would very much be like going to the restroom. I would have to push some to start the process, and it would probably feel very similar too. However, not to upset or keep him waiting, I shift my weight back into a somewhat squat and begin to press my anal muscles to begin the process of emptying my bowels. At first nothing happens, but with a little help from my fingers pressing back against my opening, I begin to feel the long rubber cock move towards the exit. The head eventually pokes out, and I grab ahold of it with my hand. Not wanting to strain myself further, I begin to simply pull the lengthy toy from the depths of my anal cavity. I feel the shame wash over me again as I feel the toy is somewhat slimy, and is coated a bit with contents from my deep bowels. It is soon out, and my rectum is left once again with a feeling of emptiness.

"That's dirty whore, and it smells."

My face reddens with his words, as I am now kneeling in front of him with the 18 inch anal explorer gripped in my hand. Without notice, Jerome stands and exits the room to the kitchen; I remain in my position to only wonder what he has planned next. Moments later he returns with a dish towel in his hands as he walks back over to me and takes dildo from me with the towel.

"Hand me that. I can't stand looking at this disgusting thing, let alone smell it. However, I do want to use it to push your limits some more. So considering you are my pet slut as your collar indicates, let's play a bit of fetch. I am going to toss this filthy dong out your front door into the yard. You will then chase after it to retrieve it. However, you will not be allowed to use your hands, and it must be cleaned of your anal filth before you bring it back inside. Is this understood cunt?"

"Yes sir, I understand."

"Good, now go fetch," he said while opening the front door and tossing the sex toy out into the night.

Without a moment of hesitation, I was on my hands and knees scampering out the door after it. Thankfully night had now fallen and it was dark out, but it was still a frightful task for me to go out into my front yard naked as I fetched an 18 inch dildo like a dog. Also, I wouldn't be able to just go right back in upon retrieval, because I had to clean with my mouth first. That would alone keep me out and exposed for anyone of my neighbors to possibly see what a slut they lived next too. I put this all out of my mind though, as all I wanted to focus on was completing the task and pleasing Jerome. 

It took me a few moments to locate the toy, but upon doing so I quickly went about cleaning it. Using only my mouth, face and tongue, I worked to move and clean the dildo as best I could. The grass was cold on my skin, and the crisp night air had my nipples hardened. I meticulously worked to clean the dong, not wanting to upset Jerome. Most of the cleaning was done with my tongue, but sliding it around in the grass did help to take away some of the sliminess. The taste was a bit off putting, but I powered through and soon had it licked clean. Picking it up at its halfway point with my mouth, I began to crawl back to the house on my hands and knees to show Jerome I was done. 

He was back on the couch watching the game when I returned. He gave me a quick glance and then nonchalantly motioned me towards his once again erect cock. Dropping the dildo on the floor, I crawl in between his legs, and for the second time tonight began to give him a blow job. Just as I had with the first, I did my best work to try and impress him, and just as he had before he shows no signs of interest in my task as he simply continues to watch the game.

I am only at it for a few minutes when he suddenly stands up, disengaging his stiff member with a slobbering pop. He pushes my forehead so I am sitting up on my knees and have my head tilted back. I watch as he uses his other hand to stroke his lengthy cock only inches away from me. Knowing what is coming, I mentally prepare myself to receive his gift for me. With my eyes open wide, and my body still as a statue, I watch as his orgasm erupts and spews all over my face for the second time tonight. When the last drops fall from his mushroom head onto my upturned face, he tucks his tool away into his pants and speaks.

"Well slut, I have had my fun and should be going. I'm sure you got some enjoyment out of that. Sluts usually do when they get to act like sluts. It is too bad I couldn't find your limits tonight; I guess I will just have to keep trying, and keep pushing."

He said nothing else as he walked out and left me kneeling in my living room with a face full of his spunk. To say I was disappointed that he was leaving, especially considering I hadn't gotten any release yet, would be an understatement. However, the way he left me, without saying good bye and as if he was just over to pass the time only added fuel to my fire. It also wasn't lost on me that he stated he would need to keep trying to push my limits, which meant I would certainly be seeing more of him. I remained kneeling as my hand reached down between my legs and I pleasured myself to a mind blowing orgasm. After I recovered, I got myself up, cleaned up, and made my way to bed. I drifted off to sleep dreaming of what Jerome would come up with next.

To be continued...



Lesson Plan Ch. 04



Thank you for reading my stories, and I am sorry if the wait between chapters is longer than you would like. I am doing my best, and promise to keep writing them as long as the response to them is positive. As always, rating and commenting on the stories are greatly appreciated, and if you would like to make suggestions as to possible scenarios you like to see my characters attempt, please fire them at me. 

*****

After my last meeting with Jerome, two days go by without word from him, but he is never far from my mind. Each day at school, I made sure to dress as sexy I could get away with in case Jerome decided to surprise me again. Unfortunately, he never showed, and I was left horny and wet. I went home after each disappointing day and would immediately strip naked, put on the degrading collar he had made me wear during his last visit, and begin playing with my slickened slit. Wearing the collar made me feel as though I was doing this for him, even though he wasn't there, and I would push myself to keep from climaxing as long as I could. It was crazy how much I was caught up in trying to perform for him; I felt humiliated, degraded, and like trash, but all of it only urged me further and turned me on more. I wondered what depths I would sink to with him; if I would find a bottom do my depravation. 

On the second day of torturing myself to a mind blowing climax, I drifted off to sleep in my bed with the collar still on, naked, and with my hand clutching my hot pussy. I was awoken at around midnight by my phone ringing, and in a fog I reached over and answered it without looking to see who was calling. My sleepy fog quickly cleared when I realized it was him.

"Get your slutty ass to the bar now, and text me when you get outside!"

That was all he said, and then he hung up. He didn't let me reply, or even ask; he simply was ordering me to come to a bar in the middle of a school night. I had no idea what to expect, but I did know that I wasn't going to mess up my chance to be with him again, even if it meant staying up late on a school night. In a blur I was up and out of bed. I got myself washed up and presentable, put on a light cotton dress with some heels, grabbed my phone, and was in my car in less than ten minutes. It wasn't until I was backing out of my garage that I noticed I still had on the collar. I smiled at my reflection, and thought why shouldn't I wear it out, after all I am his pet slut.

The bar was a short drive from my house, and at the time of night during the week, I was parking in the lot five minutes later. I sent off a text to Jerome has he ordered, and sat patiently for a reply.

"Meet me in the alley slut."

His response was short and to the point, and I was already exiting my car as I read it. With my phone and keys in hand, I begin to walk around to the back of the bar. It is in this alley that my life changed less than a week ago, and now I was returning to meet the man who changed it hoping he would continue to push my down the sex crazed rabbit hole.

I am in the alley before Jerome and must wait eagerly for his arrival. As I waited, I wondered if this was to be a repeat of our first encounter, or if this was to be something entirely different. While I pondered the endless possibilities I see him emerge from the side of the bar and begin to walk towards me. As he reaches me he speaks.

"I'm glad a slut like you can be punctual, that certainly pleases me. You see, I was just inside having a few beers when I figured I would love to get my dick sucked in the alley by some slut like the other night. So who better, I thought, than the teacher slut you blew me the first time. Plus, knowing you have school in a few hours only makes better. Go ahead and take off your silly dress, and kneel in front of me."

I immediately do as I am told, and am kneeling naked in front of him with my mouth open, waiting. My fire is out of control of this point, and I can only focus on pleasing Jerome. I watch aroused, as he unfastens his pants and pulls out his massive member. His fist strokes the length of it, as he stands just in front of me as if teasing me with it. My mouth opens further, and my tongue begins to lick my parted lips in anticipation. The waiting only lasts a brief moment though as he smiles and takes the step forward to press his cock into my mouth. 

Instinctively, I begin my oral assault on his thick tool, and in no time at all have a good rhythm going. Occasionally Jerome grabs ahold of my head and forcefully fucks my face for a few strokes, but mostly he lets me work. The idea of being seen doesn't even come into my head; my entire focus is on getting Jerome to gift me with his tasty cum. I am on a dick sucking high, and nothing else in the world matters. 

Uncharacteristically for Jerome, my prize comes earlier than expected, as he rips his stiff pole from my mouth and begins to spit out shot after shot of warm spunk onto my flushed face. As is usual, my face is completely coated when he finally finishes, and I remain kneeling I bask in the moment. A few seconds pass, and out of the one eye not caked with cum, I see a grin form on his lips as if he has an idea. 

"Well slut, you performed very well. I am pleased. However, I was thinking that I'm sure you would like to be played with some more wouldn't you?"

"Yes sir I would," I respond back submissively.

"Of course you do, and I'm sure you would want me to push your limits further while I continued to play with, isn't that right?"

Again I respond like a true submissive, "Yes sir."

"Good, because you see I have had quite a bit to drink tonight and need to relieve myself. I also made quite a mess of your face just now. So I was thinking, why not kill two birds with one stone. What do you say slut, do you want me to piss on your face to wash away the cum?"

A shiver ran through my body as I took a moment to think before answering. I had never thought about someone peeing on me, and now that if this was a year ago the thought of it would have disturbed me. However, here and now, I was intrigued. I wanted to please Jerome and make him proud, and I wanted to push myself to do so no matter what. So my reply came back quicker, and with less hesitation than I think he expected.

"Yes sir I do want that."

"Very nice, but first let's see if we can't make it just a bit more humiliating. Hand me your phone."

Doing as I am told, I grab my phone off the ground and hand it to him. He messes with it for a second and then the camera's light turns on.

"Now slut tell me what you want me to do, and I'll make sure to capture the whole thing on video."

Knowing that he is going to record himself peeing on me certainly adds to the humiliation of the task, but I don't let that deter me.

"Oh please sir, will you piss on my slut face to wash off all the cum on it?"

"How badly do you want me to wash your face with my piss?"

"So badly sir, please wash my face with your piss."

"Okay, I guess since you asked so nicely, here you go."

With that, a torrent of piss spewed out from the tip of his penis and began raining onto my face. I kept my lips tightly shut, as the warmth of Jerome urine cascaded over my skin and trickled down my body to puddle on the pavement below me. The feeling of the golden liquid washing over me was certainly different, but not unusual. It felt as though I was in a shower with less than hot water. There was a slight urine odor, but nothing repulsive. Frankly, it wasn't too bad, and the humiliation of it only added to my excitement. 

"That's a good slut; let my piss wash your face. Now open your mouth and let it wash out your dick sucker."

My lips part on instinct, and he immediately aims his steady stream at my mouth. The yellow flow fills my mouth, and I can taste the acidic tang of it. He continues to fill my mouth up until it is nearly full and then he stops his stream all together.

"Looks like the slut doesn't mind having her mouth filled with piss; do you like the warmth and taste of it slut?"

I nod my head slightly in agreement. My reply though instinctual, was also I realized, truthful. The warmth of his urine in my mouth was pleasant, and the taste, though different, was not horrible. 

"I'm glad you do slut. Why don't you show me how much and swallow your mouthful?"

Not waiting, or taking any time to think, I tilt my head back further and gulp it down. The warmth of it radiates down my throat, and I swear I could feel it splash into my stomach. 

"Well done slut. Since your face is pretty much cleaned of my spunk, I think I'll let you take the rest of my piss in your mouth. I'll even let you drink it right from the tap."

Jerome then steps forward and pressed his cock to my lips. Once the head slipped into my mouth, I feel the current of his pee flow again and I begin to steadily swallow it. He only lasts a few more seconds, but it was enough to cause me to swallow a few good mouthfuls. As the stream trickles to a stop, I begin to use my tongue to lap up the last remaining drops. I guess I can now consider myself a piss slut. 

Satisfied that I got every last drop of his piss, Jerome pulls himself away and begins to redress. I remain kneeling, naked, and now covered in piss as I watch and wait for what is next. Now with his cock put away, he looks at me and smiles his devilish smile. He hands me back my phone and then speaks.

"That was fun slut, I hope you have a good day at work teaching America's youth. I wonder if they will be able to sense that you have now become a piss slut for me. Does it turn you on knowing that you are such a slut, and yet your students haven't a clue?"

"Yes sir it does."

"Do you like being my little black cock slut; pushing your limits, humiliating yourself for me, and taking risks of public exposure?"

"Oh god yes sir. I love doing whatever I must to be your black cock slut."

"I like that; you're willing to do whatever to be my slut. I'll be holding you to that, and will be doing my best to find something that you aren't willing to do. However, that will have to wait for another time because my teacher slut here has to get ready to teach her students today. Wear something sexy and keep your phone close by."

He then began to turn and walk away, leaving me to collect my thoughts and decide if I wanted to cum now or wait until I got home. However, after a few steps, Jerome turns and makes my decision for me.

"Oh, go ahead and drive back home naked, and don't play with yourself until you hear from me again. Have a good night slut."

My body shook with arousal and excitement, and I wasn't sure how I would be able to keep myself from getting off, but I knew I would do whatever it took to comply with his order. I watched him slip back around the front of the bar, and only then did I begin to get up and move. Holding my dress in my one hand, and my keys and phone in the other, I started my way back to my car. The feeling of walking naked through the parking lot of a bar in the middle of a school night only made my arousal grow and the fire within roar.

I got back to my car without issue and drove home stark naked. The time of night made being seen very improbable, but my nerves were on edge still. I could smell the aroma of Jerome's urine that had dried on my skin and hair fill the cabin of my car. Smelling it caused a small smile to form on my lips, as I relished in just how naughty and depraved I had been tonight. My mind wandered as I drove, and began creating hundreds of different possible scenarios that Jerome could come up with for her. I knew however, that no matter what I came up with in my mind, they would never be able to match the level of depravity and humiliation that Jerome would eventually provide her. I nearly came just from the thought.

At home, I showered before lying on my bed and reflecting on the night. I had another three hours before I needed to be at school, but I knew I wouldn't be able to get any sleep; I couldn't stop picturing myself getting pissed on by Jerome. I watched the recording of it on my phone over and over. I am truly a depraved slut.

To be continued...



Lesson Plan Ch. 05



Thank you for reading my stories, and I am sorry if the wait between chapters is longer than you would like. I am doing my best, and promise to keep writing them as long as the response to them is positive. As always, rating and commenting on the stories are greatly appreciated, and if you would like to make suggestions as to possible scenarios you like to see my characters attempt, please fire them at me. 

*****

Eventually I had to get myself ready for school, and remembering what Jerome told me, I picked out a tight black pencil skirt that went to about mid-thigh, and matched with a dark purple button up blouse, and a pair of black 4 inch heels. As had become my habit, I did not wear any panties or a bra. I left a few of the buttons undone from my blouse, not enough to be overtly sexual, but enough to give a hint of sexy. Arriving at school, I was a bundle of arousal, as I had followed Jerome's request and had not played with myself. This of course meant I was practically leaking throughout the morning. 

I didn't know whether or not Jerome would make another appearance at my school today, but the idea that he may kept me on edge during my morning classes. I often found myself daydreaming of the acts of depravity I had willing performed at his request, and would have to shake myself back to reality and to my job as an educator. Lunch time arrived finally and Jerome did not show, but after about five minutes into the break my phone rang; it was Jerome.

"Hello piss slut, do you miss me?"

"Yes sir I do miss you."

"I'm sure you do slut; tell me what did my little black cock slut wear to work today?"

"Your black cock slut wore a tight black pencil skirt and a purple button up blouse, with heels and no underwear."

"What a naughty little slut teacher you are. How horny are you whore?"

"Oh sir, I am so horny. I am dying to touch myself."

"Well slut let's see if you can earn the right to cum. Tell me what you are willing to do to be allowed to cum."

"I will do whatever you want sir. I need to cum so bad, and will do whatever it takes. Please let your slut cum sir."

"Okay slut, well first I want you to grab a black permanent marker and then go to the nearest restroom that is not in the teacher's lounge. Go now slut, and stay on the phone with me as you do so you can let me know when you get there."

"Yes sir."

I grabbed a marker from my desk and wondered exactly what Jerome had in store for me as I walked to the girls' restroom just down the hall from my room. The chances students would be using this restroom at this time was not likely. They would be at lunch in the Cafeteria located on the other side of the school. While I walked I also thought about just how forward Jerome was with his willingness to sexually degrade me, and how eager I was in accepting his behavior. I was feeding off of it, and loving every minute of it. 

"I'm at the restroom sir."

"Is anyone in there?"

"No sir, it doesn't look like it."

"Good. Go to the first stall and close the door behind you."

I scurried off to the first of five stalls and closed myself inside.

"Done sir."

"Take off your clothes slut and throw them two stalls over."

"Yes sir."

With a bit of a tremble pulsing through my body, I set my phone and the marker down before undressing. In only heels I gathered my garments into a pile and pitched them over the stall wall and into the stall two over from me. I felt so naughty being naked in the public restroom of my school, and my pussy flooded with the idea that Jerome still was trying to push my limits. What would he have me do to further try and break me?

"Done sir."

"Take the marker and begin writing on the door of the stall just how much of a nasty, piss loving, black cock, anal slut you are. Write it in third person, and make sure you use your full name. When you are done slut, I want you to read what you wrote back to me."

With a bit of nervous apprehension I replied, "Yes sir."

I mull over what to write, as well as how revealing and vulgar I should write. Knowing Jerome expects me to divulge just how dirty I have been for him on the stall door, I decide just to go all out, and get as raunchy as possible. As I write, a sense of serenity comes over me and I feel a bit of clarity form in my mind. Writing out what type of slut I am makes me realize just how far I have gone down the rabbit hole sexual depravity, and I understand that I have always been this person. It just took a divorce, some lonely night, and a powerful black man to unleash it. The idea that the students of my school will read what I wrote scares me, but also invigorates me. No one will know I wrote it, as it is in third person, so there will be no way for them to know for sure if any of it is true, or if it was just some slanderous scribble of a dejected student. When I finish, a large portion of the door is covered in my confession, and my body is shaking with excitement.

"I'm done sir, shall I read it now?"

"Please do slut."

"Yes sir. It reads as follows:

Addison Bell or Miss Bell is a huge slut. She loves to fuck and suck big black cocks. She loves swallowing their cum, or letting them shoot their loads all over her face. Miss Bell even enjoys taking big black cocks in her ass. In fact, she will stick just about anything in her ass if a black man tells her to. It doesn't matter where she is, she will eagerly strip naked and serve for black dick. The dirtier the situation or task the better. She'll let you piss on her, and in her mouth. She'll suck your dick right from her own ass. Nothing is off limits for Miss Bell. Simply stated, Miss Bell is a black cock, piss loving, anal slut.

Is that good sir?"

"Yes slut, that is very good. Take a picture of it with your phone and send it to me, then call me back."

He hung up and I immediately snapped the photo of the lewd stall writing. Within moments I sent him the picture and was calling him back. My body was quaking with the high level of arousal and desire for pleasure. He answered after the second ring. 

"Well done slut, now go to the stall with your clothes, but do not close the door."

"Yes sir."

"Hang your slutty clothes over one of the walls of the stall and then squat in front of the toilet and piss on the floor."

I stood in silence at his command. Not once did I expect him to have me pee, but I guess I was in the restroom. 

"Did you hear me slut?"

"Yes sir."

"Well then get to it, and hold the phone so I can hear it splashing on the floor."

"Yes sir."

I squatted down and held the phone low to the ground. It took a little bit to allow myself to go, but eventually it dribbled out before turning into to a heavy stream. The feeling of peeing freely was amazingly thrilling. At any moment someone could walk in and find me naked pissing on the floor like an animal, and yet I didn't care; I was an animal. I watched as my yellow flow cascaded over the tiled floor and puddled at my feet, the whole experience only lasted about a minute, but it was enough to send my passion into overdrive. I desperately needed release, and was hoping Jerome would allow me to achieve it. Once my stream sputtered to a stop, I bought my phone back to my ear and spoke.

"I finished sir."

"You finished what slut?"

"I finished peeing on the floor sir."

"Did it feel good slut?"

"Yes sir it felt great."

"Very nice, but I'm sure a piss slut like yourself is completely satisfied yet. Isn't that right slut?"

"Oh no sir, I am not fully satisfied."

"Of course not slut; a piss slut needs to taste piss to be satisfied. Bend down and slurp up some of your piss off the floor."

"Yes sir," I replied in a state of autopilot. Moving to my knees, I leaned down and brought my face close to the puddle I made in front of me. I pursed my lips and pressed them into the golden liquid while I continued to hold the phone to my ear. The warmth of my urine bathed my lips and I sucked some of it into my mouth. It tastes a little less pungent than Jerome's had earlier that morning, but still the taboo of my actions aroused me and compelled me to continue. I slurped another swallow into my mouth and swished around before gulping it down. I was acting just like I had written, and was doing so during a school day in the middle of my school. My body shook with the excitement and terror of that realization. One more slurp and swallow before Jerome spoke once again. 

"Okay slut that is enough for now. Go ahead and get dressed and get back to your classroom. By my watch, lunch will be over in a few minutes, and I don't want you getting caught before I really get you to do some wild stuff. Keep your phone near, and don't even think of touching yourself."

The line went dead, and hurried to get dressed. I didn't have time to clean up my mess or rinse out my mouth as I had to leave the scene before anyone was the wiser. Returning to my room, I sat at my desk just as the bell rang ending lunch. Thankfully, I had an open period after lunch so I took the time to collect myself and thoughts, as well as replay the events of the day so far. 

I spent my prep period reflecting on what a slut I have become, and how badly I wanted to be with Jerome again so I could perform for him in person. I knew I was acting reckless, but I didn't care, I was insatiable. Thankfully my final classes of the day did an adequate job of keeping my mind distracted, but occasionally I would catch myself thinking about Jerome and his massive cock. Thinking about him fucking my throat, or my ass. Thinking about him shooting his cum all over me, or pissing on me. I was a mess, however, I would somehow be able to refocus and push through my duties as a teacher. 

Eventually the final bell rang and school was over for the day. I began to pick up around my room and get myself ready to go home, when my phone buzzed a message from Jerome. 

"Go home and change into a slutty dress, and then meet me at the Village Center Theaters by 5 pm. Bring $100 in all singles with you. Further instructions will follow."

I felt the quiver of excitement as it ran through my body as I read the text, and quickly finished up in my classroom so I could leave. Twenty minutes later I was in my bedroom, stripping out of my clothes, and getting ready to clean myself up before leaving to meet with Jerome. As I showered, I wondered what his plans where; were we going watch a movie, why did he want me to bring $100 dollars in singles with me, was I going to be able to play with his wonderful black cock, would he allow me to climax? These were the questions I kept asking myself, knowing full well that there was no way for me to know the answers until I met with him. 

After completing my shower, and doing up my make-up and hair, I picked out the best dress for the night. Jerome stated I should wear a slutty dress and I had just the one. It was a black tank dress, made of cotton jersey fabric that just clung to my body. The hem line fell at high thigh; about 3 inches below my ass. With a deep scooping neckline, I would be showing quite a bit of cleavage. Pairing it up with a matching set of heels, I definitely looked the part of a woman on the prowl. To finish the look I grabbed a simple leather clutch and tossed in my ID, my debit card, phone, and keys before heading out to meet my dark chocolate master.

It was only 4 pm when I left, but I needed to go to the bank to get the 100 singles Jerome had instructed I bring. Upon arriving at the bank, I received another text from Jerome.

"Make sure the money is rolled up, and secured with a rubber band."

I felt it was an odd request at first, but then I laughed a little considering he had also request I suck his dick straight from my own ass, and I didn't think twice about that. The bank teller gave a quizzical look when I asked for 100 dollars in all ones, but didn't really press the issue which I was thankful for considering I didn't really know why I needed 100 dollars in ones anyway. After getting the bundle, I got back in my car, and rolled it up and fastened them together with a rubber band I found in my car. The roll of cash didn't fit in my clutch so I just set it on the passenger seat next me, and headed off to the theatre. 

Arriving early, I parked in the middle of the lot and waited for Jerome to contact me with further word as to what he expected of me. About five minutes later I received a text message from him.

"I'll be there shortly, wait for me in your car with the window down, and the roll of money in your mouth."

Without a moment of pause, I rolled down my car window, and put the roll cash between my lips. As I waited, I constantly looked around the lot to see if anyone could see me, or was going to be heading in my direction. I was startled when Jerome's voice came from behind me.

"Hello slut. I am glad to see you are continuing to follow my directions like a good little pet. I'll take that."

He reached inside the car through the window and grabbed the money from my mouth, putting the roll in his pocket.

"Come on out slut, so we can go make it to our movie. Leave your bag, but take your phone. Don't worry about the window, you can leave it down; we are in a pretty nice area of town. Oh, I'll take your keys though."

I grabbed my phone and handed Jerome my car keys as I got out of my car. The hemline of my dress crept up and was showing off a lot of my thighs, but was still covering my ass. Jerome began to lead me towards the Cinema, and as he did I could feel his palm squeezing my ass through my dress. He was wearing a nice pair of black jeans with sneakers and dark green V-neck t shirt that accentuated his muscular physique. At the ticket window he paid for two tickets to a movie I didn't even know was still in theaters nor had any previous interest in watching prior to that night. I did notice that he paid with a card and not the money he had me bring which I found to be a bit curious. However I didn't give it to much thought, as after he got the tickets he continued to lead the way to the theater in which the movie was being shown. 

The movie wasn't scheduled to begin for another 5 minutes, but there wasn't anyone else inside when we entered the room. He chose to sit in the very back row, and right in the center. Once we sat down the lights dimmed and the previews began to play. We sat silently through the previews, and no one else showed up. I began to wonder what exactly Jerome intended to do. Were we really just going to watch a movie together? While that would be fine, I was kind of hoping for something a bit more erotic. Just as the opening scene of the movie began to roll, Jerome spoke, and I found out he wasn't just planning on watching a movie with me.

"Take your dress off slut, and hand it to me."

Considering we were alone in a dark theater, I responded immediately, and had my dress off in a flash. Of course, I probably would have completed his order even if we weren't the only ones in the theater; that's just how heated up I was by him. He took my dress and place on the seat next to him before giving me my next order.

"Get down on your knees and show we what a complete black cock slut you are."

Immediately, I dropped down on my knees to the floor between his legs and begin to fish out his lovely cock from his jeans. Within seconds I have his semi-hard meat pole free and begin attacking it with an oral assault. I have been dying to have his throbbing member in my mouth all day, and was happily accepting my role as black cock slut for him. He was soon completely erect and I began the process of trying to stuff his entire sausage into my throat. There was no one there, but had there been they surely would have heard the gagging and slurping of my efforts.

Eventually, my slut crazed oral attack slowed to a more attentive pace, and I focused more on pleasuring him rather than trying to swallow him. I was still taking his length deep into my throat occasionally, but I would also tenderly lick his shaft and kiss his purple mushroom head. He let me enjoy myself, and would occasionally let a groan or moan slip, but said nothing. Occasionally I would up and see him watching the movie, and this would only spur me to refocus my efforts on pleasing him. I could hear the movie playing, but wasn't paying any attention to it; I only paid attention to the wonderful black snake in my mouth. After a while, my knees began to ache from being on them for so long, and it was about that time Jerome stopped me and spoke.

Okay slut that is good for now. This movie is absolutely horrible, so I am going to go out and get high in my car. You are to stay here and watch the rest of the movie, but keep your phone close as I may want to text you. Oh, and I will be taking your dress with me, so I hope you don't get any ideas of leaving. Also, to make sure you don't start playing with yourself, I am going to put these on you."

From his back pocket he pulled out a pair of handcuffs and secured them to my wrists locking them behind my back. The idea of being alone, naked, and handcuffed in a public movie theater was at the same time, frightening and exciting. I would have no way of covering myself if someone was to find me. My body shivered with the thought.

"If I do text, you won't have to reply. I will just assume you got the message and expect you to comply with whatever it says. Is this clear slut?"

"Yes sir."

He then stood up with his erection still out, and gave me a few slaps on the face with it before stuffing it back into his pants and walking away. I was left all alone and vulnerable, to watch the second half of a movie I never wanted to see, and didn't really see the first half of. My phone was in the cup holder of my seat so I would be able to see if any texts came in from Jerome. As I sat and tried to follow the movie the best I could, while also conjuring up all the possibilities Jerome had in store for me, I began to leak my arousal onto the cushion of the chair. I felt so desperate to play with myself that I began rocking in my chair. Finally, after about thirty minutes, my phone lit up with a text from Jerome.

"Come meet my out back now. Use the back exit, unless you want to let everyone out front see."

Happy to be out of the movie and to see Jerome, I quickly stood up and awkwardly grabbed my phone before heading down to the screen to exit to the back. I felt so slutty walking down the aisle and stairs of the theater nude and handcuffed; I began to really swivel my hips as if I was putting on a show. By the time I made it to the exit, I'm sure my arousal was evident on my thighs. 

Outside, I was blasted by warm air, but was happy to realize the sun was down so there wasn't much light to expose me to anyone that may happen to be in the back alley of the theater. Looking left and right, I located Jerome's car parked towards the end of the alley, and I began to confidently walk towards it. He was facing me, and as I approached he turned on his headlights to illuminate me. I did not let it deter me, as I continued to strut down the alleyway. Reaching his car he speaks to me.

"Show my car respect, and then get in slut."

Just as I had when I first met him and rode in his car, I bent over and kissed the hood of his rumbling car. I then walked over to the passenger side of the car and entered it. Once in, I looked over at him and saw that his cock was out of his pants. 

"Go ahead slut, you know what to do."

Indeed I did. I swiftly arranged myself with my knees on the seat, ass in the air, and my face in his crotch. His cock slipped into my warm wanting mouth, and I was again eagerly blowing my black master. With my mouth on his rod, he began to drive away down the alley. I could feel him turning and stopping occasionally, but I only focused on pleasuring his tool, and not where we were going. Eventually though it seemed we had stopped for good, and Jerome pushed me off before speaking.




Lesson Plan Ch. 05



"That good for now slut, but I need to really use you for a nut. Get out and bend over my trunk."

Without saying a word, I got out of the car and took my position behind his car. As I did I saw that we were parked in some sort of parking structure, but looked to be the only ones on that floor. It wasn't until I was bent over that he got out and followed me. I felt his presence behind me before he spoke.

"Does this slut want to get fucked by some thick black cock?"

"Yes sir, this slut wants to get fucked by black cock."

"Where does the slut want to be fucked?"

"Anywhere sir, fuck your slut anywhere."

"Do you want me to fuck your ass slut?"

"Oh yes sir, fuck my ass."

"Beg."

"Oh, please sir, fuck my little slut ass."

"More."

"Please sir, fuck my ass with your big black cock. Fuck me hard in the ass like the slut I am. Shove your thick cock in my tight ass."

"Beg for it more Miss Bell."

"Oh god, sir please, please fuck me in my ass. I am just a slutty teacher and need you to fuck my ass hard to show me just how little respect I deserve. I need your cock in my ass; please sir, fuck this teacher in her dumb slut ass."

"Very good slut, now spread your ass open, and turn your head to tell your students to watch you get your asshole drilled by black cock."

My hands were already on my cheeks spreading them open before he finished his sentence, but my head snapped back with his order. I thought he meant some of my students were standing behind me, but instead he was just holding my phone up and recording me. I'm sure he enjoyed the look of shock and horror on my face; however it was completely replaced with a slutty little smile before I complied with his command.

"Oh students, watch now and pay attention as your slutty English teacher gets fucked in her ass by a big thick black cock. I've bet you never thought I was such a dirty slut, but now you can see the true Miss Bell."

As I finished my statement, Jerome pressed the head of his dick into the puckered entrance of my ass. I moaned with pleasure, as he slowly penetrated my asshole and began sliding deep into me. 

"Yeah slut, let your students see what a true dirty slut you are. Take all of my cock into your hungry asshole. Does Miss Bell love getting her ass fucked?"

"Oh gawd, yes I do sir."

"You wouldn't mind if your students saw you getting your ass reamed do you? You probably wish they could. Isn't that right Miss Bell?"

"Ungh, no I wouldn't, ahh, mind if my students saw my getting ass fucked. Oh my god, I wish they could see me, ungh, it would be so naughty if they, ahh, saw their teacher getting her asshole pumped with black cock."

In the moment, everything I was saying was true. I could only wish I was able to touch myself as I desperately needed to cum, but my hands were still secured behind me. As I contemplated how I could help my pending orgasm along, Jerome surprised me with what he said next.

"Ah slut, I'm gonna cum, and I am gonna shoot it so deep in your ass. Beg for my cum slut. Tell your students how much you want me to shoot my load in your ass."

"Oh yes please sir, cum in my ass. I want it so badly. Let my students see what a dirty little cum whore I am. I want them to see me get pumped full of your cum."

He did just that, unleashing a mighty torrent of jizz into my tunneled out ass. Holding himself deep inside, I felt the spurts coat my insides. When his spasms subsided, he remained embedded deep within my stretched hole. After a few seconds to catch his breath he began to speak once again.

"Did Miss Bell like that?"

"Yes I did sir."

"How about we show your students just how dirty of a slut you are?"

"Okay sir, what would you like me to do?"

"Well slut, I need to piss now and I want you to beg me to piss in your ass. Can you do that Miss Bell?"

Even though I had just been introduced to piss play by Jerome earlier that morning, I didn't balk at his request as my fire was raging out of control and I was desperately hoping for release. 

"Oh sir will you please piss in my slutty teacher ass? I want my students to watch just what a depraved slut I am."

"Of course I can slut. Here it goes."

At first I didn't feel anything, but soon the pressure of my bowels filling up became apparent. I expected that the sensation was similar to an enema or a colonic, but of course those aren't usually performed with urine.

"Tell me how it feels Miss Bell."

"Ungh, it feels so good sir, I love knowing you are filling my ass up with your delicious piss."

"So the slut thinks my piss is delicious. Do you want me to save some for you to drink? That would really show your students how much of a garbage slut you are."

"Yes sir, save some piss so I can drink it. I want my students to see what a piss slut I am."

I felt him pinch off the base of his shaft and begin to pull out.

"Hold my piss in your ass, and turn around to get your treat."

I did my best to keep my stretched hole shut to keep anything piss from escaping, and turned to kneel in front of Jerome. In position, he let go of his grip, and released his pent of stream of piss. Initially the flow blasted me in the face, but he soon redirected his aim and began filling my open mouth. 

"There you go slut, enjoy my piss. Let it fill your mouth like I just filled your ass."

He didn't have much left, but it was enough to fill my mouth almost completely full.

"Okay, now swallow my piss, and show your students what a piss mop you are."

Closing my mouth, I swallowed the golden liquid in one gulp, and the open my mouth to show the camera it was indeed gone before flashing a big beaming smile. 

"Good, now clean my cock slut."

I took his cock into my mouth eagerly and bobbed my way up and down it. Unfortunately, he only allowed me to suck his masterpiece for a few seconds before he pulled it out and began to speak some more.

"That's good enough slut, I need to get going soon so go ahead and thank your students for watching."

"Thanks everyone in Miss Bell's class for watching me perform like a complete slut. I hoped you enjoyed watching my ass get destroyed by black cock, and acting like the piss whore I am. I will see you in class."

When I finished, Jerome put the phone down and smiled. He then proceeded to put his magnificent tool away. I remained kneeling in front of him as he popped his trunk and retrieved something out of it. 

"Well slut, it has been fun, but as I said I need to be going. Unfortunately, I don't have the time to drive you back to your car, but since you did such a wonderful job tonight, I will provide you with this to where back. I threw dress away at the theater, and turned your keys into the lost and found. You can just ask them for the ones that have the keychain that says 'SLUT'. Oh, and I guess I should take the cuffs off as well."

He reached behind me and unfastened the handcuffs securing my wrists, tossing them in the trunk and closing the lid. He handed me a worn out basketball jersey and my phone, before walking away towards his car. When he got in and started the car, he spoke to me over the rumble of the engine. 

"You can cum if you want, but only once. I'll be in touch."

He then peeled away with me still kneeling on the pavement. I looked to the jersey and set it to the side as I furiously began rubbing myself to a powerful climax. As it hit the piss that was still in my ass, exploded out and splashed all over the ground. Once it subsided, I gathered up the jersey and slipped it over my head. It was big enough to cover most of my body, but just barely. Now I

just had to figure out where I was, and how I was going to get back to my car. I looked to my phone for help, but unsurprisingly, the battery was dead. No money, no phone, and no real clothes I was left stranded. However, even with all of that, I still couldn't wait for my next encounter with Jerome. Shaking my head, and shrugging my shoulders I began my journey back to my car. 

To be continued...