Alison's Story

Chapter 9

The next couple of days passed in a blur. My routine had become quite settled. I would get up, shower, shave my pubes, breakfast and then ask Alan what he wanted me to wear that day. It was always Alan's decision what my clothing would be, including my underwear. I had to show him that I'd complied with his orders. Then we would head off to school in his car. Always the same. I would be made to lift my skirt or dress, play with myself as we made our way through the morning traffic. Always the intimate revelations. What were my fantasies. When had I first started to masturbate. Who had been the first to see my boobs, my pussy. When had I first touched a prick, seen one, kissed one, sucked one.

We would reach school with me in an advanced stage of arousal. I was not allowed to come during the journey. I would get out of his car with my nipples hard and my pussy wet and aching for relief. I passed my days in an agony of frustration, desperate for relief.

Sometimes Alan would come to me at lunch break. He would spank my bare bottom and order me to suck him off, or I would be ordered to strip in the empty classroom before straddling him and pushing his hard cock into one or other of my waiting orifices. Then I would energetically screw him until he shot his load deep into me. Immediately after school had finished for the day, I would go to the headmaster's office to 'help with his filing'. There I would make some pretence of working diligently whilst waiting for my opportunity to flash my knickers for the old man. Every day as I went to leave he would thank me, escort me to the door, and take the opportunity to have a quick grope of my bottom before I left. He was becoming more and more confident, even blatant about this, and each time he ran his hand over my bum I would turn and look into his eyes and smile. These were Alan's instructions. I was to give him every encouragement. This would advance Alan's career, and I was so besotted that I was happy to comply. After we got home Alan would make me undress and play with myself for him, making me relate all of the details of my time in the Head's office.

"He wants to have you, you know", he said to me one afternoon. "I've seen the way he looks at you, and I've mentioned you to him a couple of times."

"What did you say?", I asked anxiously.

"I told him that you found him attractive. That you liked more mature men, and you find his air of authority particularly impressive. I told him that you were the sort of person who gave the impression of being strong and independent, but that really you need some authority figure in your life, a father figure if you like."

"A father figure?", I yelped. "I don't need some dirty old bastard to manipulate me, thank you very much."

"I don't care what you want. You do as you are told, remember? Anyway, it really appealed to him. I could see he took to the idea of the young feminist needing to be taken in hand and reminded of a woman's' place. He was really grateful to me, I could tell. So much so that I think that head of department job is mine for the taking. Just make sure you don't fuck it up for me right?"

I felt like a cheap whore. I would hand myself to the old bastard and suffer any manner of indignities at his hands, just to get Alan a better job. A thrill of expectation ran through me. "I'll be good Alan, I promise.", I breathed, and I meant it!

And then it was Friday.

I awoke with a start and quickly realised the significance of the day. I had no idea what lay in store for me that night, but a thrill of expectation ran through me. Alan had not let me come while he had me for a day or two, and such was my now heightened libido that I had taken to bringing myself off last thing at night, something I hadn't done for years. As I gradually roused I was aware of a warmth in my pussy, clearly my body was anticipating the events of the day to come. I gently stroked my clit, which was already as hard as a bullet, fantasising about the shame and humiliation which I would be suffering later that night, until I came. But however powerful my self delivered climax, it could never match the pleasure I felt whenever I was used and abused by Alan or Neil. Tonight, I knew, I would be subjected to new shames and humiliations. All of John's friends would be there, plus Lin. And who knew what special 'pleasures' she would have in store for me.

I went through my normal routine, and then asked Alan what I was to wear that day. He chose a summer dress which buttoned from bodice to waist, and which had a figure hugging skirt. The skirt was such a slim fit that I couldn't raise it above my hips to show Alan my clean white knickers, nor could I lift it to play with myself during our car journey. Alan didn't seem to mind this, but still made me talk about my previous sexual activities. It didn't seem to affect me either, as I still arrived at school aroused to the point that I could easily have climaxed with very little coaxing.

I went into school and found my way to the staff room where I made myself a coffee and picked up my post for the day. As I was about to leave, Alan approached me and drew me into a corner where we could speak without being overheard.

"Your timetable has been changed", he said nonchalantly. "After lunch you will be working with the Headmaster to finish this filing. Be sure to do a good job. I want him happy, it's the head of department interviews next week."

"Yes Alan." I said. The message had been received and understood. I was to 'pleasure' the old man, and keep him sweet for Alan. Well so be it, I thought.

The morning passed in a haze of expectation. Even fifth form English, with the lecherous fifteen-year-old Adam leering at me for a straight hour didn't disturb me. I was ready to get Alan his head of department job, and was busy working out ways to create a situation with the Head in my mind.

Finally the lunch bell rang and the class of fifth years filled out. Now it was time.

I gathered my things and made my way down to the Head's office. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. A familiar voice from within called back "Enter". I turned the door handle and pushed the door open.

I was confronted by both the Head and Alan, who stood looking at me like I was the most junior of pupils. "Ah, Alison, do come in my dear", the Head breathed. Alan gave me a knowing look.

"I've told the Head that you're his for the afternoon", he said lightly. "Be sure not to disappoint now, wont you?"

I took the bait immediately, "Oh, I'll do whatever it takes to get this done", I said slightly breathlessly. I then turned my attention to the Head. "I'm sure I can get this all finished today Sir. Where would you like me to start?"

He indicated a large pile of papers on a table by the filing cabinets. "Why don't you make a start on those my dear. I just have a few things to sort out with Mr. Hughes here", and he nodded towards Alan.

I went over to the table, turned my back on them both, and started to sort out the papers. I made sure to bend over at regular intervals, giving them both a good view of my pert little bum encased in the tight fabric of my dress. I could hear the murmur of their conversation, but couldn't make out anything they were saying. I just carried on sorting papers. After a few moments Alan said to me "I'll be off then Alison, I've got work to do."

"OK, fine, I'll see you later then", I said as casually as I could. Alan had his back to the Head as he left, and again gave me a knowing look. The door closed behind him. I was alone with the old bastard. I continued to sort papers. I knew I had to provoke some sort of incident which would give him the opportunity to 'take me in hand'. I had gathered quite a pile of papers on top of a filing cabinet by now, and I 'accidentally' knocked these, causing the whole pile to fall to the floor, scattering them over a wide area of carpet. I shouted out "Oh fuck it!" and immediately bent down and started to gather them up. I let my thighs open so that he could see straight up my skirt from where he was behind his desk, and continued to curse at the now chaotic pile of papers. "Bastard fucking things. Fucking typical. Oh shit, this will take fucking hours to sort out. Bastard, bastard bastard!"

It gave him his opportunity, and he took it at once.

"Alison that is disgraceful.", he bellowed at me. I froze. "Not only have you been careless with my valuable papers, which will now have to be re-sorted, you have made my office look like a waste paper basket. And I don't believe I have ever heard such disgusting language from a member of my staff."

I stood, placed my hands in front of me and hung my head like a naughty schoolgirl. "I'm really sorry Sir", I stammered, "I just didn't think. I'll sort out the papers Sir, I'll clean this up, I'm really very sorry Sir."

"That's all well and good young lady, but it does not atone for the quite appalling profanities you have yelled in my office. I am left wondering if you are the right sort of person to have on my staff. Perhaps we should end your contract at once rather than wait for the end of term?"

"Oh no Sir, please don't do that. I don't normally use language like that Sir, I was just annoyed that I had undone all that good work. I wont give you cause for concern again Sir, I promise." I whined like a small child.

"If I heard a pupil use language like that, particularly a young lady, I would punish her severely, possibly even expel her completely. I hold my staff to a higher standard, and you expect me to just ignore that kind of conduct?"

"No, Sir", I stammered. Head still hung.

"Then what do you suggest I do about it, Alison?"

I could feel my cheeks turning red as I blushed. This was the moment. I looked into his face. He was clearly relishing every moment. I shuffled slightly, and then muttered "Punish me Sir."

"I beg your pardon. Speak up girl."

"You should punish me Sir."

"And what form should this punishment take do you think?"

"Any form you think fit Sir. I will accept any punishment from you, only please don't dismiss me from the school."

He looked at me with a look of triumph on his face. "Very well. As punishment, I will spank your bare bottom until I feel you have suffered enough. Do you have a problem with that Alison?"

"No Sir." I muttered. My nervousness was not entirely feigned.

"Right then," he barked, "Skirt up and bend over my desk at once."

I started to lift the hem of my skirt, and then realised that it was too slim a fit to enable me to lift it over my hips.

"I can't Sir", I stammered, "My skirt is too tight. I can't lift it that high."

"Then take it off you silly girl". He really was enjoying himself now.

My fingers were trembling as I started to undo the buttons on my dress. I had not been allowed to wear a bra that day, and as the Head stood and watched me opening my buttons, more of my flesh came under his scrutiny. I knew he would see all I had that day. I knew I would let him do whatever he wanted, and I could feel my pulse quickening. I could also feel my pussy beginning to respond.

I opened the final button on my dress and hesitated. "Come on girl. I haven't got all day!" he barked.

I pulled open the dress revealing my breasts to him and began to push the dress over my hips. I let it fall to the floor and then bent to pick it up. I stood there with it bunched in my hands while he scrutinised me. He was drinking in the view of me standing in the middle of his office dressed only in a pair of white knickers. My head was still bowed as I tried to look as contrite as possible. I could feel his gaze move from my face to my breasts. He took his time, obviously enjoying himself immensely. Then he told me to put my dress on a chair over by the filing cabinet. This meant I had to turn and walk over to the chair, and then walk back to him, giving him an excellent view of my body as I did so.

He made me stand for a few moments longer before he said "I think I'll put you over my knee for punishment, Alison. I think that would be much more appropriate, don't you?"

"Yes, Sir. Whatever you say Sir.", was all I could manage in reply. My mouth had gone strangely dry in the last few moments. I felt more nervous than I expected.

He positioned a chair in the middle of the room, sat down on it and then called me to him. "Come here and take your punishment Alison." Feigning reluctance, I walked slowly over and stood in front of him. He stared at my breasts, and then his eyes travelled down until they came to rest on my cotton-covered mound.

"I said I was going to spank your bare bottom, Alison, and that's what I shall do." And with that he reached out with both hands and took hold of the waistband of my knickers. He slowly began to ease them lower, staring at my slim mound as he did so. He was clearly expecting to see some pubic hair, instead, as my knickers went lower and lower there was only smooth pink flesh. Finally, the top of my moist slit came into view and I saw his eyes widen for a moment. Then he puled my knickers down over my hips and let them slip down my legs to my feet. Without being told to, I stepped out of them and stood before him stark naked. I let my arms fall to my sides, giving him an unobstructed view.

He took hold of my wrist and l pulled me onto his lap. As I settled into position I could clearly feel the stiffness in his trousers as it pushed into my soft flesh. He paused for several moments, obviously having a good look at my pert little bottom. And then he began to stroke my bottom cheeks. My breathing began to grow shallow as the sensations from his stroking and the sexual tension in the room began to transmit to my pussy. I shifted positions slightly, allowing my thighs to part as I did so which gave him a view along my entire slit. I felt his cock twitch beneath me.

"And now for your punishment." He announced.

The smacks which he delivered were enough to sting, but were nothing compared to what Neil, or even Alan had given me. Nevertheless I squealed with each blow, sounding still like a naughty little girl. I started to sob with each blow, and before long my eyes had begun to water. Tears started to run down my cheeks.

"Tell me how sorry you are, Alison"

"Oh I'm really sorry Sir.", I sobbed. "I'm sorry I messed up the papers Sir, and I'm so sorry I used such bad language Sir. I won't do it again Sir, I promise. Please Sir, no more. Please Sir, it hurts."

"What hurts more Alison, your bottom or your pride?" He said, a clear tone of amusement in his voice.

"My bottom Sir. I'm ashamed of my behaviour Sir. I promise I'll be good Sir."

"You had better be my girl, or you'll be over my knee again do you understand?"

"Yes Sir, I will be good Sir. Thank you Sir."

He had stopped spanking me now. I could feel the warmth in my bottom from his slaps, and knew that my cheeks would be pink from his punishment. I assumed that it was all over, and he'd had his fun and started to stand up.

"Where do you think you're going?", he snapped, "I'm not finished with you yet."

"Sorry Sir.", I said and settled back into position.

"You think that's it do you? I need to be sure of something first." And as he said this he began to stroke my bottom again. His hand slipped down to my leg and began to stroke first the back of my thighs, and then the inside of them. I opened my thighs a little to give him access, and then he said, "I've heard of girls like you who actually enjoy being punished. Are you one of those dirty, disgusting little girls Alison, who like to be spanked? Well, are you girl?"

"No Sir." I lied.

"Well let's make sure shall we." And he slid his hand between my legs and began to stroke the lips of my pussy.

"Oh no Sir, please don't. I've said I'm sorry, please don't do this to me Sir." I was playing the part well, and I knew it. His fingers started to probe between my lips. I knew I was wet. I continued to moan and whine, but now I also started to squirm around on his lap. This caused my legs to open further giving him easier access to my most private parts. I felt a finger penetrate me. It slipped in easily to my well-lubricated hole.

"Well what do we have here, Alison?"

"I'm sorry Sir." I whispered.

"It seems to me that this was no punishment at all. I really do believe that you've enjoyed the whole experience. Is that right, young lady?" His finger continued to penetrate my hot little hole sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me. I was already very aroused, his gentle probing of my pussy was causing my brain to fog.

"Yes Sir, er, I mean no Sir.", I stammered. "I really can't help it Sir. I'm really sorry Sir. Please forgive me Sir."

Suddenly, his finger slipped from my hole, and travelled along my wet slit. The moment it touched my clit I let out an involuntary moan of pleasure and spread my legs further to prolong the pleasure.

"You really are a disgusting little girl aren't you?", he said, his finger still stroking my clit. "I would never have believed it of you Alison. First the bad language, and now this. I really don't think you are the sort of person I want working in my school. I think I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

"Oh, please Sir, no. Don't make me leave Sir, this is my first job and I desperately want to stay. I'll do anything if you let me stay Sir, I promise." His finger had brought me to the very brink of a powerful orgasm, and my humiliation at begging him in such a way drove me over the brink. I moaned as my climax started and clamped my legs together onto his hand. I bucked my hips, rubbing his finger against my clit, I began to cry out loud "Oh God, I'm coming. Please Sir, don't stop, oh please Sir, please Sir." My body shook with the strength of my climax. And then I collapsed over his knee, sobs racking my body as the waves subsided.

I began to regain my breath, and started to rise from his lap.

"Yes, stand up Alison. Stand up, and then hands behind your head and feet apart while I consider what I am going to do with you." I did as I was told, standing a few feet in front of him, my hands clasped behind my head, pushing my breasts towards him. My feet were shoulder width apart, which gave him a perfect view along my swollen, wet slit.

He stood up and began to slowly walk around me, examining each part of my body as he did so. First he focused on my face, pink and tear stained from my climax. Then he stood behind me examining my hair, my back and my bottom, still pink from the spanking. Then he stood in front of me and ran his eyes up and down my entire body.

He reached out and began to fondle my breast. Stroking the nipple, making it harden, then cupping the weight of my breast.

"So you are desperate to stay to the end of term, are you?"

"Yes Sir."

"And you'll do anything to be allowed to do so, is that correct."

"Yes Sir. Anything."

His hand now left my breast and began to stroke my soft belly. He moved a step closer, and then looked directly into my eyes before pushing his hand between my legs once more. I drew in a deep breath, and looked away from him.

"If I allow you to stay, it would be on the condition that you come to me for further correction at any time I see fit. Understand?"

"Yes Sir." Alan would be most pleased at this, I knew. The prospect of further humiliation for me seemed to delight him.

"And the correction would be in a manner of my choosing."

"Yes, Sir."

"Very well then. Bend over my desk."

I immediately went over to his desk and bent over it feeling the cool of the varnished surface on my hard nipples. I pushed my bottom up as high as I could, giving him the perfect view of my bum and pussy. I heard him move behind me, and then I heard the unmistakable sound of a zip being lowered.

"You have had your fun today Alison, I think it's only fair that I have mine, don't you?"

"Yes Sir", I said into the surface of the desk.

He pushed my legs further apart, and then ran his hands over my bum cheeks, before placing a thumb on each side of my pussy and spreading my lips apart. Then I felt the tip of his cock touching my pussy. It was thicker than Alan's, almost as thick as Neil's. I braced myself, hoping that it wasn't as long as Neil's, and waited for him to enter me fully. He put his hands onto the small of my back and pressed down, causing my bum cheeks to swell. And then he started to enter me. Instinctively I arched my back pushing my pussy up to meet him. He grunted with pleasure as the walls of my tunnel constricted, gripping his member. He continued to push into me, slowly, as if relishing the feelings. I began to respond, groaning loudly. And then he was in fully. I felt full, but not stretched, as I did when Neil had taken me. I began to relax more.

He slowly withdrew and I heard myself moaning with pleasure. I hadn't come with a prick inside me for several days, and the feelings were beginning to build within me. He began to build up a steady rhythm, still pressing on my back and pumping into me with long, powerful strokes. He would grunt as he reached the top of each stroke. The he reached forward and grabbed hold of my breasts, mauling them and gently pinching my nipples. I could feel another climax building, and began to thrust my bottom back onto him as he pushed in. And then I felt him coming inside me, hot splashes of jism shooting up into me. I felt my pussy contract onto his prick as my second climax grabbed me, I heard him grunting with pleasure, and then he stopped, and I could hear his heavy breathing and feel his hot breath on my back.

After a few moments he withdrew. I made to stand up, but he pushed me down saying "No, stay there until I give you permission."

I remained there, my own breathing still ragged, bent over his desk, legs apart. I could already feel his jism beginning to run out of my pussy. I thought what a sight I must be! I heard him zip up his trousers, and then he told me to stand up.

I did so and turned to face him. "You will come here every morning before school and I will decide if you are to receive any discipline that day. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir." I said, head bowed. I had played the part pretty well this far, and I wasn't going to give the game away now.

"Now you can leave."

I decided to give him one last quick thrill. "Can I put my clothes back on please Sir?" I said, with a nervous tremble in my voice.

"Very well. But be quick about it. I'll see you first thing on Monday morning. Don't be late." He barked.

"No Sir, I mean yes Sir. Thank you Sir." I stammered as I quickly pulled on my knickers, retrieved my dress and pulled it on, fastening the buttons incorrectly as I did so. When I looked up at him he had gone back to his desk and appeared busy reading papers. I made my way out of the office, and headed for the nearest toilet. Once there I looked at my watch. There was nearly an hour left until end of school. I settled myself into one of the cubicles, and waited for the bell to ring. I started to think about what the evening might hold, and was amazed when I started to feel randy again!

I heard the end of school bell ring, and made my way to the staff room to meet Alan. I caught sight of myself in the mirror, and paused momentarily to adjust my clothing. In the staff room Alan gave me a questioning look, "Been busy, have you?"

"Just a bit", I said meaningfully.

We left school straight away, and once in the car I had to relate the entire story, from the moment he had left the office. I felt myself blushing as I retold the story. Alan was delighted. "That job is definitely mine now.", he crowed. "And he wants you back on Monday? The dirty old bastard! I told you he fancied you didn't I? You carry on humouring the old git until the job is definitely mine, got that?"

"Yes Alan", I said. I was now totally hooked. I craved the thrill of being humiliated, of being used and abused. My mind turned to the coming evening. "Are we still going out tonight?" I asked.

"Oh Yes", he said. "Neil, Keith and Lin are meeting at our place, and we'll meet up with the others later. You're in for quite a night tightarse!"

He was as good as his word. Once we got home I just had time for a quick meal, and then headed for the shower. When I came out of the bathroom in my bathrobe Neil was standing there waiting for me.

"All set for tonight then?", he asked. Anyone would have thought that we were talking about an ordinary night on the town, rather than an evening of shame and humiliation for me. I nodded in response.

"Alan tells me you've had quite an afternoon. Are you sure you're up to it then?"

"That depends on what you have in mind" I joked.

"Very good", he laughed. "Open up and let me have a look."

Naturally, I did so without hesitation.

"And the back."

I let the robe drop to the floor and turned round for his inspection.

"Nice."

The doorbell then rang, and I turned to look at Neil.

"Well you're not expecting me to get that are you?", he laughed.

"No. Of course." I said. I hurredly put on my robe and went to the front door. As I expected it was Keith and Lin.

Lin was about the same age and height as me, but there the similarity ended. She had a fuller figure than me, with 'D' cup breasts, a small waist and full hips. Her yellow blonde hair was cut short, almost boyish, and her face was dominated by high cheek bones and large blue green eyes. Tonight she was wearing blue jeans and a black T-shirt. Usual attire for her. Keith was unremarkable in just about every way. Average height, average build, average looks, and on a good day, average intelligence. I had never really taken much notice of him. He didn't have much of a personality to speak of.

I opened the door wider to enable them to come on, and they made their way up to my flat, where Alan and Neil were waiting for them. I heard them greeting each other, and the sound of laughter coming from my living room. It didn't take much working out what they were laughing at.

I heard Alan calling out to me, and went into the living room, still in my bath robe. "Keith and Lin want to have a look at you. Take your robe off", he said without looking at me. I looked at them both. They were both waiting expectantly. Keith with a lecherous look on his face, Lin was openly gloating.

I hesitated, momentarily, then my nervous fingers were busy untying the belt of my robe. I took a deep breath and then pulled it open and let it fall to the floor. Even now, I wanted to cover myself up, and it took a great deal of will power to let my hands fall to my sides. They both began to giggle. I instinctively lowered my head, causing my hair to fall across my face, hiding my shame.

"Fucking hell!", Keith exclaimed. "I never would have fucking believed it. I thought you were having me on. When you said this toffee nosed bitch had been put in her place, I thought you were having me on. So you mean to say all that stuff you told us about was right then? About her taking it from both of you, up the arse and everything?"

"All true", said Neil triumphantly. "She'll do anything you tell her to do, wont you tight arse?"

"Yes Neil", I replied. I could hear my heart pounding, I felt completely humiliated, standing there stark naked in front of the four of them. I had never felt so aroused or excited.

"Oh, I've got to have some of this!" Keith exclaimed. He turned briefly to look at Lin, who said casually "Help yourself, love".

Then Keith walked over to me. He reached out both hands and began to maul my breasts roughly. "These aren't bad." he said to no one in particular, then made me turn around so that he could look at my bottom. I was expecting another mauling, but instead he gave my bottom a hard smack, which caused me to squeal and elicited a guffaw of laughter from them.

Then he said to me "I always thought you were too high and fucking mighty, too fucking stuck up. Not so fucking posh now, are you?" I hung my head in shame. He began to grope my bottom, then turned me round and thrust his hand between my legs. "Open 'em", he ordered, and I shifted my position, parting my thighs as I did so. Soon his fingers had prised apart the lips of my pussy, and he had found the wetness there. He ran a rough finger along my slit, and then began to tease my clit. My breathing began to quicken almost immediately, and he laughed out loud.

"You'll never believe this, but she's getting off on this, the dirty bitch."

"She loves it mate", Neil said. "I've had her fucking my finger until she came off before now. Wait 'til you see what she's like when she really gets going, I tell you, there's no stopping her. The more blatant the better."

"Does she give good head?", Keith asked,

"Yeah, pretty good. Why don't you try her out?" Neil said, sounding for all the world as if he were talking about test driving a car or something.

"Think I will." Keith murmured. "You don't mind do you love?" He asked Lin. She grinned. "Do what you like, you'll probably end up shagging her before the night is out anyway!"

Keith opened his jeans and sat down in an armchair. "Right then. Suck me off, and make it a good one"

Alan, Neil and Lin all took seats and settled down to watch the show. I knelt between Keith's legs, took hold of the waistband of his jeans and pulled them and his underpants down to his mid thighs. His cock was half-erect, about the same length as Alan's, but circumcised. A deep purple head was swelling, and the veins along the side looked full. As I had done so many times to Alan and Neil, I took hold of his shaft and lowered my head onto his glans. I felt him shudder with pleasure as I began to work up and down on him with my tongue, stroking his balls with my free hand. Before too long I could recognise the signs that he was about to come, and then he shot streams of hot salty jism into my mouth. Without thinking I swallowed his load, and looked around for my next instruction.

Alan and Neil were smiling, amused by the look on Keith's face as anything else, but there was a strange look on Lin's face. I couldn't tell what emotion she was feeling.

A soon as Keith had regained his composure, Alan said "I bet you could do with a beer now, right?"

"Fucking right mate."

"Alison, go and get Keith a nice cool beer, and don't forget to say thank you." He laughed. Everyone else laughed too.

I stood up, said "Thank you Keith.", and went and fetched him a can of beer from the fridge in the kitchen. I brought it to him, still stark naked. He took it without even thanking me, instead, he opened the can, turned to Alan and Neil and said "Cheers!"

I was sent to fetch beers for Alan and Neil, and then asked Lin if she wanted one too. "No. You and I have got to get ready. Come with me."

I followed her into my bedroom and stood waiting for her to tell me what to do.

"You really enjoyed that didn't you?", she said. "Being told to do that to Keith. You really get off on this don't you?"

"I thought you did too?" I said.

"Yeah, kind of. It's more for Keith than for me. But you love it don't you?"

I couldn't deny it. "Yes. I suppose I do" I said.

"Right. Here's the rules for tonight then. You do exactly what I say, no matter what that is, right."

"Yes."

"No questions, no stalling."

"No".

"Fuck me, this will be good! If this goes well, you might be ordering me about next time. Fucking hell I'm hot!" As she spoke she started to remove her T-shirt. She had a low cut black bra on underneath, which she soon shed. Her breasts looked firm but heavy, and were capped with small brown nipples. Then her shoes, socks and jeans joined the pile on the floor. She stood there wearing only a pair of dark blue knickers.

"Take my knickers off.", She said.

I froze. I had never even thought of being with another woman. I didn't know for sure what she had in mind, but I was very uneasy with this new situation.

"Didn't you hear what I said? I want you to kneel in front of me and take my knickers off. Do it now."

I knelt down in front of her and reached up to the waistband of her knickers. I took hold of them and began to ease them down. Her blonde pubes soon came into view, and then her slit, which looked swollen and moist. I pulled her knickers down until they fell to the floor. Then she lay down on my bed, opened her legs and began to stroke her slit.

"Have you ever licked a woman?"

"No. Never."

"First time for everything then. You brought Keith off, its only right I get one as well. Get started."

I moved onto the bed, and between her legs. I had never seen a pussy this close up before, and I have to admit, I was fascinated. Her pussy was neat and tidy, the head of her clit just visible, her inner lips concealed. Her bush was neatly trimmed, and her lips were swollen with arousal. I breathed in the scent of her, and found that I was attracted to the aroma. I tentatively put out my tongue and licked along her slit. She groaned with pleasure and pushed her hips up to meet my tongue. I planted little kisses all along her slit, making her squirm with pleasure, then I took the plunge and pushed my tongue between her pussy lips and into her hot tunnel. She writhed around, groaning. I was starting to enjoy myself. I let the tip of my tongue glide along her slit, over her little pee hole, and found her clit, which was already hard and jutting out from under its' hood. She went rigid and began to clutch at the bed covers. I slipped the middle finger of my right hand into her tunnel and began to slowly finger fuck her, then I sucked on her clit like it was a small prick, running my tongue over its' sensitive tip. Her hips began to buck wildly, and she grabbed hold of my hair and began to grind her pussy into my face. I was intoxicated by her scent and by the faintly metallic taste of her juices. Then she clamped her legs together on my head and wailed as her orgasm hit. I was close to coming myself, and slipped a finger between my lips, stroking my clit for a few moments before I too reached climax. Then we collapsed together, sobbing and gasping for breath.

After a few moments I looked up at her. She looked at me and we smiled at each other. This was going to be a memorable night.