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Chapter 16.
The following morning I was woken by Alan as he climbed into bed with me. He dragged my knickers off and started to rub my pussy lips. I groaned as the pleasant sensations began top radiate through me. I felt my pussy becoming moist and was soon sighing contentedly as he found my clit and began to stimulate it expertly. After a few moments he knelt next to my head, still stroking my pussy. I opened my eyes to see his hardening cock waving just a couple of inches from my face. I sighed again and took him into my mouth, feeling him shudder as I did do.
I sucked on his rapidly swelling cock and began to stroke his arse, slipping a finger between his cheeks and tickling his tight hole. I tickled his scrotum, feeling it tighten as I gently stroked my fingernail along its’ seam. He began to push his cock into my mouth, slowly at first, but increasing both pace and depth until I was forced to put my hands on his hips to prevent his cock hitting the back of my throat.
In one swift movement he threw a leg over me and was straddling my face, driving his hips forward, his cock deep in my mouth. Then he began to drive his cock into me with firm, determined strokes. I kept my hands on his hips, preventing him from forcing his cock into my throat. Instead he drove my head back into my pillow.
I sucked and licked at his cock for all I was worth, wrapping my tongue around his sensitive glans, closing my lips tightly around his shaft. I tasted his pre-cum and knew he was close. And then he began to shoot into my mouth. Stream after stream of his hot, salty jism hit the back of my throat. I swallowed for all I was worth, savouring his flavour where I could. Finally, he collapsed on top of me, gasping for breath. He rolled away from me and his softening cock slipped from my mouth.
He got up from the bed and looked down at me. Some of his come had escaped from my mouth, running down my chin. As he watched I scooped it up with my finger and returned it to my mouth, then I grinned at him seductively. He grinned back muttering, “You are a fucking gem, Alison, you know that?”
“I aim to please.” I smiled back.
He turned and left my bedroom, leaving me with the taste of his come in my mouth, and a pussy still tingling from his attentions. I quickly slipped my hand between my legs and began to stroke and tease my little bud, gasping as waves of pleasure immediately began to wash over me. I remembered the previous night, being spanked by Adam, then being used by all of them, including my fifteen-year-old student. I remembered how Adam had stood watching me in the shower, a knowing grin on his young face, and then I remembered that I still had to face both him and Brian at school that day. The thought of what shame and humiliation they might inflict on me was enough to drive me over the edge and I clamped my legs together on my hand as my orgasm washed over me.
I took a few moments to recover before I got up and headed to the bathroom. After a quick shower and a check to make sure my pussy hadn’t grown any stubble, I dressed simply, choosing a cream coloured blouse and light grey business suit for the day. Then I went and joined Alan, who by then was waiting on the stairs for me.
It was my turn to drive that morning, and as we made our way through the traffic we chatted about all sorts of ridiculous, minor things. We could have been any other couple starting our day together, until Alan said, “Looking forward to entertaining all those black men, tomorrow then?”
I glanced across at him. He was smiling. “I don’t understand why you’re enjoying this. I would have thought you’d be against a load of other men using me, especially when you won’t even be there to see it.”
“Oh, but I will be there! I spoke to your dear granddad, and he’s arranged for Neil and me to be on the guest list. We’re going to watch you become the entertainment! Good, isn’t it?”
“Oh no! You mean you’re going to just stand there and watch as they all have their fun with me? How can you do that?”
“Easy! But we won’t be ‘just standing there’, will we? You won’t be the only bit of pussy there, you know. There’ll be quite a few other bits of stuff for us to play with, so we’ll be busy some of the time.”
“You’ve got it all planned, I see.”
“I like to think so. So, are you looking forward to it?”
“I don’t know, to be honest. When granddad took me to see Leroy he treated me like I was a piece of meat. He wasn’t nasty, just handled me like I was just a commodity. I have to admit, that was a bit sexy!”
“I knew you’d enjoy this! This will be the most extreme thing you’ve ever done. Think of it, you’re going to be a willing toy for a whole party-full of randy men. They can do whatever they want to you, and you’ve got to oblige. How fucking cool is that? “
I giggled, “Mmmm, well, if you put it like that!”
We arrived at school and I walked to my classroom. I began straightening desks and preparing books when a familiar voice behind me made me jump.
“Another fucking boring lesson, Alison?”
I turned to see Adam smirking at me. “That depends on your point of view, Adam.” I said curtly.
“No it fucking doesn’t. All your lessons are boring, right?”
I didn’t answer.
“Right?” He yelled.
“If you say so, Adam.”
“Say it then.”
I cleared my throat, nervously. “All my lessons are fucking boring, Adam.”
“You’re fucking right they are! Now, for being deliberately boring, I think you should be punished, don’t you?” He smiled, sweetly.
“I, er..”
“Yes. You know you do. You do boring fucking lessons on purpose, making us all suffer a lot of boring crap about Shakespeare and all that, and you should be made to pay for that, shouldn’t you?”
“Look, Adam, you can punish me at home, at my flat, you know that. I don’t know what you had in mind, but not here, Adam, please, not in my own classroom. Please Adam, come ‘round and punish me tonight, at my flat, yes?” I moved closer to him, smiling seductively. I reached out and stroked his upper arm, trying my best to appease him.
He looked thoughtful. Then he reached out a hand, pushed my jacket open and began to fondle one of my breasts, almost absent-mindedly. I felt my nipple start to respond at once.
“Tell you what I’m going to do. I’ll come back here at lunch time and let you know what your punishment will be, right?”
I heaved a sigh of relief. “Yes, ok Adam, whatever you say.”
“In the meantime, you have to be made to suffer as the poor bastards in your classes are going to suffer, right?”
“Suffer? Adam, what do you mean?”
“Take your knickers off.”
I glanced at my watch, “Adam, there isn’t time, classes start in a minute or two, please. Please.”
“Oh, I’m not going to fuck you, at least not right now.” He chuckled. “No, your punishment for being such a boring bitch is to have to go without your knickers for the morning, now give them to me.”
I knew it was a waste of time arguing. I reached under my skirt and slipped my knickers over my hips, then stepped out of them and handed them to my tormentor.
He took them with a broad grin on his face, then stuffed them roughly into the inside pocket of his school blazer. “Give me a quick look at your arse, then.”
“Adam, please, classes are about to start.”
“Get on with it, for fuck’s sake.”
I glanced around, checking we were still alone, then quickly lifted my skirt and turned around, bending slightly at the waist. He ran his fingers over my skin.
“Is it sore after last night?”
“Not really.”
“Perhaps I need to hit it harder then?”
“Please Adam, have you finished?”
“For now.” He laughed, giving my bottom a playful slap. “But remember, I’ll be back at lunch time. Until then, you enjoy having your bald little pussy almost naked. See you later, Alison.” He said, turning and making his way out of the classroom.
I hurriedly smoothed my skirt back into place, and found my hands were shaking as I did so, but shaking with what? Nerves? Stress? Excitement? I didn’t have time to examine my feelings further as my first class of the day began to file in. Once again I felt tremendously vulnerable in front of my students as I was forced to deliver lessons completely devoid of underwear.
At morning break Alan came to see me. He picked up on my tension at once and wanted to know what was wrong. When I told him he laughed contentedly. “You should be enjoying this. Being made to hand your knickers over to a boy you hate, knowing that he’ll be back to use and abuse you in just a short time. I thought this was the kind of stuff to have you on fire!”
“Well, yes, but it’s just that I don’t know what he’s going to do to me. I mean, he’s such a nasty little shit, it could be anything.”
“Exactly. That’s what got you going, right?”
“I suppose so.”
“Go with the flow. Be as humble as you can, make him feel like he’s putting you through hell. Let him enjoy himself, and do whatever he says. That way, you’ll really enjoy yourself, ok?”
“Easy for you to say.” I grinned at him. He smiled back and sauntered from the room.
The next lesson seemed to drag on interminably. I kept looking at my watch, but it never seemed to move. At one point I even tapped the glass to make sure that it hadn’t stopped. And then suddenly the lunchtime bell rang. There was the usual shuffling of chairs and desks as the students stood and filed their way out, and then I was left alone.
I sat at my desk, waiting for him to arrive. I didn’t have to wait long. A few minutes later he strode confidently into the classroom, grinning at me.
“Enjoy your morning?” He laughed. I shrugged. “Now, I was going to punish you for making us sit through boring lessons, wasn’t I?”
I didn’t respond.
“What do you think I should do to you, Alison?”
“I really don’t know Adam. Whatever it is, couldn’t we please do it at my flat, instead of here?”
“No, I don’t think so. What classes do you have this afternoon?”
Stupidly, I answered truthfully. “None, I’m free on Friday afternoon.” I immediately regretted it as I saw his face light up.
“Excellent!” He beamed. “Come with me.” He marched from the room with me in pursuit. I had no idea where he was taking me, and he refused to say. After several minutes marching through empty corridors he stopped at a door, opened it, and motioned me to follow him inside. A moment later and I was standing in a large storage room. One wall was covered completely in shelves, which were full of boxes of books and stationary, the rest of the room could have been untouched for years, such was the state of it.
“Welcome to my little getaway. Good, isn’t it?”
I opened my mouth to speak, but he held up his hand for silence. “You stay here ‘till I get back, right? I won’t be long.” Without waiting for a response he left the room. I sat down on a pile of boxes, wondering what the little bastard had in mind. After about ten minutes he came back. He put his head ‘round the door and said, “Close your eyes, I’ve got a surprise for you.”
“Adam, please stop this.”
“Close your fucking eyes I said.”
I closed my eyes. I heard him step into the room. There was some shuffling and then he said, “It’s ok, you can open them now.”
I opened my eyes and saw Adam standing there, and right next to him was Brian. I gasped with shock and they both laughed.
“I knew you’d be pleased.” Adam laughed. “I thought that as you and Brian were already acquainted, and seeing as how he’s had to sit through your boring shit too, he’d like to help me pay you back. Of course, he said he’d love to, didn’t you Brian?”
“Oh sure! When I think of all that poetry crap I’ve had to sit through, this was an opportunity I wasn’t going to miss!”
“Look, boys, you’ve had your fun, now it’s time to stop this.” I felt my pulse quicken.
“Fun? We haven’t even started yet!” Adam grinned. “Now, why don’t you get your kit off and we can get started.”
“What? I, er, I mean, not here, Adam, I er, I mean, I couldn’t. What if someone came in?”
“They won’t. No one even knows this place is here, look around you, most of this stuff is years out of date. No one ever comes here. There’s only me and a few other people know about this room. Now get your kit off.”
I swallowed hard as the two of them watched lecherously.
“Come on, you haven’t got much to take off!” Adam jeered. “I made her take her knickers off and give them to me this morning before classes started.”
“Yeah? Cool!” Brian laughed.
“Sure, here they are!” And Adam fished them out of his pocket, “You want them?” He tossed them to Brian.
They both laughed again, “Thanks mate.” Brian giggled, “But there’s one thing more I need on these. Alison, come over here and write a nice message on these for me. Make it nice and sexy.”
I stared at him in disbelief; “You want me to write a love letter to you on my own underwear?”
“Sure. Make it nice, now.” They both laughed heartily. I shuffled over to them slowly, not believing how the situation was developing. Brian handed me my knickers and stood back to watch.
“I don’t have a pen.” I said, feeling a thrill of shame tear through me. They laughed again, then Brian produced a ballpoint. I leant on some boxes of books and wrote on the front of my knickers, ‘to Brian with lots of love’ before scrawling my signature below. Then I handed them back to him. He stretched them between both thumbs as he read the message, then smiled.
“Nice! They boys will be green with envy when they see this.”
Another lightening bolt ran through me. I hadn’t thought of that, but of course he would show a trophy like that to as many boys as he could. What fifteen-year-old boy wouldn’t? I felt my face flush as I imagined them all handling my underwear, reading the message, clapping Brian on the back, congratulating them.
“Hey, maybe we could set up a bit of a business here?” Adam said excitedly. “How much do you think we could charge for a pair of her knickers, signed of course?”
“Dunno. Could probably get five quid a pair, ten if she took them off in front of the punter!”
I listened in growing shock and horror. They were planning to sell off my knickers to any boy in the school with enough money!
“No! I won’t do it! Enough is enough, and this has gone too far!” I shouted.
Adam turned to me, completely unconcerned. “You’ll do as you’re fucking told, now shut up.”
“And what makes you so sure?”
“Because if you don’t we go to the local police and say we’ve been molested by our teacher. We tell them how you lured us to this store room and interfered with us, isn’t that right Brian?”
“Dead straight my friend. We were told to report here to sort out some books, when we got here we were taken advantage of, and us such innocent young boys too!”
They both laughed, loudly.
“No one will believe you.” I said desperately.
“’Course they will. Hot little bitch like you, boyfriend away in Australia, they’ll believe it alright. And the head master will back us up. He’ll tell the world what a randy little cow you are, how he had to throw you out of his study when you came on to him.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Well he’s not going to admit to having fucked you in his office, is he? Have you seen his wife? Big woman! I wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of her! So you see, Alison, you have very little choice in this. You can co-operate with us in our little business venture, or you can have the police knocking at your door. Which will it be?”
I looked at each of them in turn, not wanting to believe the situation I found myself in. I could think of no way out, and I knew better than to try to bluff these two hard cases.
“Oh, have it your own way.” I said finally. I saw smiles creep across their faces and turned away.
“Good. Now we’ve got that sorted out, I think you can get your kit off now.”
I sighed in resignation, then slipped off my jacket. They watched in delight as I unfastened the buttons of my blouse. I hesitated briefly as I opened the final one, then I pulled the blouse open exposing my breasts to the two of them. I kicked off my shoes then reached for the fastening of my skirt. I slipped the zip down, opened the button and let it slip over my hips and fall to the floor. I picked it up and placed it on top of my jacket and blouse, then stood there completely naked for them.
“Well now, that’s very nice Alison, and I’m sure Brian and me will want to have a little play before we go home for the weekend, and I’m sure you’ll do all you can to be friendly, but we came here for you to be punished. So….”
He pulled an old school chair into the middle of the storeroom then stepped back.
“Bend over, Alison.”
I shook my head.
“Come on now, you know you love having that cute little arse of yours spanked. I mean, you practically begged me to spank your bare arse last night, didn’t you?” He said sweetly, then his voice became hard, “So get over the fucking chair.”
I moved slowly forward and bent over the chair, pushing my naked bum up towards the two boys. I heard them move towards me, and then they were each stroking my bottom. I felt fingers wriggle between my legs, stroking my pussy lips. Inevitably, a finger slipped between my lips and they found out I was wet.
“Feel this Brian, she’s absolutely soaking!”
“Fuck, yes! Hey, little miss prim and proper, you really do like having your pussy stroked, don’t you?”
“Wait ‘till she gets her arse slapped, mate, she goes fucking wild! Watch.”
And with that Adam started to deliver stinging slaps to my bottom cheeks, I gasped with each blow. “Have a go, mate.” Adam urged, and then Brian was slapping even harder, hitting my bottom but also the tops of my thighs. They were laughing happily as they tormented my bottom. Then I heard Adam mutter something to Brian and both of them were stifling more laughs.
There was a pause in the blows to my bottom, and then a sudden, sharp, stinging slap reverberated around the room. I shrieked and leapt to my feet clutching my red-hot bottom and turning to see Adam holding a twelve-inch ruler which he had obviously just used on me. They both looked smug and pleased with themselves.
“Not finished yet, Alison, back over the chair.”
“No, Adam, not with that, please. Please, it stings! Please Adam, no more.”
“This is proper punishment for all that boring shit. You’ll remember in future not to be a boring bitch, wont you? Now get back over the chair.”
Reluctantly, I resumed the position over the chair. “And I wouldn’t cry so loud about it if I were you. Unless you really do want us to be found. Is that what you want?”
“N, n, no, Adam.”
“Right, so you’ll take your medicine and shut the fuck up, right”
“Yes Adam.”
They took it in turns for the next ten minutes to slap my bottom and the tops of my thighs with the rulers. I stuffed my fist into my mouth to muffle my gasps and cries, my hair falling forward to obscure my face from their view. Every now and again they would stop so that one of them could slip a finger into my pussy and tease me about how wet I was, giggling as I wriggled my bottom in response to their intrusions. Finally, they seemed to tire of tormenting me and I was allowed to stand upright again. I stood before them, tears running down my face, my bottom a fiery red. I looked down to see that my nipples were standing proud. I was rubbing my bottom, trying to ease the stinging there.
“I wouldn’t have believed she’d get that hot from having her arse smacked. Fucking amazing!” Brian said.
“That’s nothing, watch this.” Adam replied. “Hey, Alison, lay on the floor and play with your cunt, and tell us how you like to be spanked and played with.”
I groaned with shame as I sank to the floor. I heard Brian’s breath escape in a sibilant hiss as he said “Jesus! She is too!”
I lay on the dirty, dusty floor in front of them and opened my legs. I slowly started to stroke my pussy lips before slipping a finger between them and finding my clit, which was already stiff from the attentions of the two boys. I cupped first one breast, then the other, then began to push my fingers into my hot pussy, pushing my hips up to meet them. A moan escaped from my mouth and I felt myself blush again.
I began to writhe around on the floor as I played with myself for the amusement of two fifteen-year-olds, lost in the shame and excitement of my humiliation.
“Tell us how you like this, then Alison.”
I let out a low moan. “Oh I love to play with my pussy. I love to do it when someone watches me.” I spread my pussy lips, pushing two fingers into me whilst rubbing my clit with the other hand.
“Don’t come too quickly, you haven’t told us how you like having your arse spanked yet!”
“Oh yes. Oh I love it when my bottom is spanked. I love to be punished. I loved it when you smacked my bare bottom last night, Adam, and I loved it when you both punished me today, especially when you kept stopping to feel my pussy. Pushing your fingers into me, feeling how dirty I am, how much I enjoyed it.”
“You don’t mind us feeling your cunt then?”
“Nnnnnoooo! Oh I love it when someone feels my pussy.”
“So you want us to feel it again soon then?”
“Oh yes! Yes! Oh anytime you want. You can feel my pussy whenever you want.”
I was losing it. I felt wave after wave of shame wash over me. I kept realising where I was and what I was doing. Masturbating for two teenage boys, telling them how I liked to be humiliated, giving them free rein to use and abuse my body whenever they liked. I felt my orgasm drawing closer.
“Oh please Adam, can I come please?”
“What do you think Brian?”
“Sure! Sure, let her come, I want to see that!”
“Ok Alison, you can come, bring yourself off for us now.”
“Oh thank you Adam.” I gasped as my climax hit and I curled into a ball as it shook my entire body.
I wasn’t given any time at all to recover by the two randy boys. As I was still gasping and trying to recover my breath after my climax I was rolled onto my front and forced onto my hands and knees, my bottom presented for them. Adam positioned his cock at the entrance to my sopping pussy and drove it deep into me. I gasped and moaned as I felt him going deeper and deeper.
Then Brian was kneeling in front of me his stiff cock pointing directly at my face. I opened my mouth and he pushed it into my mouth. I closed my lips onto his hot shaft and began to suck and lick. Adam grabbed hold of my hips, pulling me roughly back onto his stabbing cock while Brian ran his fingers through my hair, taking great hands full and pulling my head onto his cock. I felt it hit the back of my throat and started to gag, but there was nothing I could do and he wasn’t about to let go.
I put up a hand to try and push him away from me but at that moment he started to come. I felt his hot jism hit the back of my throat and tried to swallow it, but there was too much of it and it was coming too fast. I started to cough, spluttering his seed back at him as he continued to shoot into my throat. I felt spasms rack my entire body as I continued to cough. This obviously transmitted itself to Adam, who started to shoot deep into my pussy.
Finally Brian finished and let go of my hair, his hands sliding limply from my scalp and his cock from my mouth. I continued to cough as Adam collapsed onto my back, moaning. And then they had both left me. I fell forward on the floor gasping for breath, my mouth and nose filled with Brian’s seed and lay there for several minutes, quietly recovering.
As my breathing grew steadier I became aware of the two of them, also lost in their own recovery. I glanced over at each of them, Brian’s black cock glistening with my saliva, his eyes half closed, a smile on his face, and then Adam, his flaccid cock still hanging out of his trousers, eyes closed, breathing steadily.
I glanced at my watch. There was still forty-five minutes to go until the end of school. I smiled to myself. ‘Go with the flow’ Alan had said. He’d been right, once again. I’d allowed myself to be manipulated and used by the two of them, and I couldn’t deny I’d enjoyed myself. I took a deep breath.
“Will that be all for today then, sirs, or is there something else you’d like?”
They both opened their eyes and looked at me with renewed interest.
“Nah, you don’t get away that easily!” Brian grinned. “I liked it when you were playing with yourself. Get back on the floor and do it some more.”
I grinned back at him and rolled onto my back. I spread my legs wide, giving him a clear view of my wet pussy lips, then began to work two fingers into my tunnel once again. I pulled my fingers, sticky with Adam’s jism, from my pussy and very deliberately I sucked them until they were clean. I heard Brian gasp as I did this.
“Told you, she’s fucking insatiable!” Adam laughed.
“That’s right, Brian, I can’t get enough cock these days. It doesn’t matter how much I have, I still want more. Do you want to have me again, right here? You can you know. You can have me anytime you want. Tell me what you want me to do.”
“I know what I want you to do.” Adam said.
“Tell me.” I breathed.
“I want you to be my little money spinner. How does that sound to you?”
“W, w, what do I have to do?” I stammered, my heart already racing.
“Anything I tell you to do, right? I can make a fortune selling your knickers to the boys, but that’s not all. I could sell them tickets to see your cunt. Yeah! Ten quid and they get to see you drop your knickers and have a good look at your cunt. How about that?”
I shuddered. This boy knew no limits at all. “Not yet, Adam please. I can’t do that yet, there’s too long to go before the end of term, someone will find out and then we’ll all be in trouble. Please Adam, wait for just another week, hmmm? For the last few days of term, yes? Then I’ll do whatever you like, and it won’t matter because I’ll be leaving. How does that sound?”
He motioned for me to carry on playing with myself, which I did, feeling my excitement building again. “So if I wait until after next week you’ll go for it? That would mean there was only three days of term to go. Hmmm, not long to make the kind of money I want to be getting.”
“I’ll do whatever you want, Adam, I promise. And in the meantime, you and Brian can do anything you want to me.” I heard Brian chuckle then he said, “That sounds like a real good deal to me Adam. We can sell her off next week for delivery the following week. That way we all win!”
I gasped at being described so blatantly as a saleable commodity, but the thrill which ran through me at the prospect was undeniable.
“Got yourself a deal, bitch!” Adam announced, “Now get over here and suck my cock.”
I clambered up onto my knees and made my way over to him. He lay back contentedly as I took his soft cock into my mouth and began to suck him gently. He responded at once and he stiffened further as I swirled my tongue across his glans. Soon he was fully erect, his hot shaft throbbing in my mouth. I stroked his balls, bobbed my head down onto his cock and sucked and licked enthusiastically. I knew he was close.
“Let me come on your tits again.” He groaned. I nodded at him, still not taking his cock from my mouth. Moments later he started to shoot into my mouth. As I had done before I grasped his cock and pulled it from my mouth. The first spurt splashed across my face, and then I was able to direct his cock so that his hot seed spilled onto my breasts. As he gasped and slumped back, content, I began to massage his come into my breasts. He smiled at me. I turned to Brian.
“Adam likes to come across my tits and then watch me massage it in. Do you like to watch that too, Brian?”
He grinned at me too, and in moments I was sucking again on his stiff, black cock. I didn’t wait to be told, I sucked his cock and stroked his balls until he started to come again, then held his shaft as he sprayed his jism across my body. Afterwards they both grinned as they watched me massage their sticky come into my breasts.
They made me bring myself off one more time for their amusement, telling them how I would let them do anything they liked to me, begging them to strip me and spank me at their leisure, offering to suck them whenever they wanted, and above all, promising to allow them to sell me to their school friends in just a few short days. As I neared my climax a thrill of fear ran through me at the thought of what they would make me do, it was enough to provide me with another powerful orgasm.
Afterwards they stood and watched me dressing before escorting me back to my classroom. There they took their opportunity to have another feel, running their hands across my breasts, pinching my nipples, making me pull up my skirt so that they could admire my still red bottom, and running their fingers over my over-sensitive clit and giggling again when I squealed. And then they left, Brian calling over his shoulder “See you tomorrow night Alison”, before they both swaggered off.
I sat shakily, trying to make sense of what had happened to me, and what I had agreed with Adam and Brian for the final days of term. This was where Alan found me some time later. He asked what was wrong, and I told him about Adam’s little money making scheme. He laughed loudly at that.
“Now there’s a boy who’ll go along way in this world!” He grinned.
“You don’t think it’s too much or too dangerous then?”
“No. Like you said, there’ll only be three days of term left by then. No one’s going to be too bothered at that stage. I think you’ll have a great time. Just think, when you go into ‘retirement’ and back to John, you’ll leave a whole load of happy schoolboys behind you! They’ll remember you for the rest of their lives. Now that’s something. And you can wank yourself silly remembering it for the rest of your life.”
“Looks like it’s all agreed then!”
We made our way to the car and started the drive home. Alan wanted to play the traffic light game again, and so at every red light I opened another button on my blouse. Once again, I found this highly arousing and by the time I parked the car near to where we lived my blouse was almost completely open, my nipples were stiff and I was feeling incredibly randy! I strolled along beside Alan, feeling the breeze playing on my breasts. Occasionally, a gently gust would go up my skirt and caress my pussy. When it did, I could feel the wetness there.
By the time we got to the flat I was seriously aroused. He closed the communal door behind us and I turned, fully intending to coax him into having me, right there on the stairs if necessary. Alan had other ideas.
“Go and clean your pussy, get rid of that brat’s jism.” He ordered, “Then come to my flat. Wear some of your sexy underwear for a change, I’ve got an idea.”
I hurried to the bathroom, feeling the excitement start to build. This was already planned to be the most depraved weekend of my life, and Alan had just calmly announced that he had ideas to take it even further! He’d never ordered me to wear anything other then plain, simple white bras and knickers before. I felt a thrill of anticipation at the thought of what he might have in mind.
I showered quickly, then carefully shaved my pussy and underarms, applying moisturiser afterwards to make sure my skin felt perfectly smooth. As I rubbed it gently into my pubic mound I felt myself becoming even more aroused. I thought about having a quick diddle to bring myself off – I knew it would only take a minute or two, but decided against it, preferring instead to wait and see what agonies and ecstasies Alan had in store.
I dried myself and walked to my bedroom stark naked, half-hoping that Alan would be there to see me in all my glory. I had now reached the stage where I actively craved being seen naked by as many men as possible! I was disappointed, however. Alan was nowhere to be seen. In my bedroom I sat, still naked, and applied a little, subtle make-up. I brushed my long, silky hair until it shone, then started a search of my lingerie drawer.
My ‘nice knickers’ drawer, as I called it, had several items which John had bought for me, or which I had bought for his enjoyment, and the thought of wearing these for Alan’s amusement felt deliciously unfaithful. For the first time in days I thought of what John might say if he ever got to know what I’d been up to these past weeks. I shook my head and smiled ruefully. John would go clean out of his mind if he knew!
I chose a small pair of black satin briefs, which consisted of a strip of elastic and very little else. There was just enough fabric at the front to cover my shaven mound, and at the back the material quickly disappeared between the cheeks of my bum. I selected a suspender belt to match and put this on, then rolled a new pair of seamed stockings on, taking great care to ensure that the seams were straight. Finally, a half-cup satin bra, also in black, completed my ensemble. I looked at myself in the mirror. I hoped Alan would like what he saw!
He’d given me no instructions on what to wear, other than to wear some sexy underwear, so I pulled on a pair of black stilettos and made my way up to his flat. He made me stand in front of him while he ran his eyes over me. I was made to turn around, bend over, walk around. All the time he appraised me with a cool gaze. Finally he grinned and said, “Very nice. Very nice indeed. You know what you’re going to do tonight?”
“No?”
“You’re going shopping! Me and Neil are going to take you to a big shopping complex, and you’re going to put on a show!”
“Tell me more then!”
“Neil will be here in a while, we’ll tell you more then. While we’re waiting, why don’t you come over here and show me how friendly you can be!”
I walked towards him as provocatively as I could, then dropped to my knees between his thighs. With a knowing grin on my face I reached for the zip of his trousers, slowly lowering it. I opened the button fastening his trousers then stroked his cock through his underwear, feeling it stiffen. I pulled his cock free and wanked it firmly. He groaned and lifted his hips so that I could pull his trousers down to mid thigh.
I sucked his glans into my mouth and immediately began to stroke and caress his scrotum, slipping my hand beneath him, tickling his arse.
“What’re you going to make me do?” I breathed.
“You’ll find out.” He grinned.
“You’re going to make me show my knickers, aren’t you?”
“Maybe. You just keep on sucking!”
I did too! I sucked away at his hard cock lovingly, wanking it into my mouth, doing everything I could to please him until he finally shot his load into my welcoming mouth. As I sank back on my haunches, having swallowed as much of his come as I could the doorbell rang. Alan sighed and settled into the sofa.
“I’ll get that then!” I laughed, and made my way downstairs to answer the door, not stopping to put on any kind of dressing gown. I opened the door and saw Neil standing there. His eyes raked over me, taking in the stockings, suspenders, knickers and bra.
“You going to stand there all day while I get cold?” I grinned at him.
“Don’t worry, I know the perfect way to warm you up!” He laughed as he stepped inside. As I closed the door his hands began to maul my bottom, squeezing and kneading the cheeks. Then he dragged the delicate fabric of my knickers to one side and began to push his finger against my back door. I leaned back against him, relishing the suddenness and roughness of his approach. He reached around me and began to cup my breasts with his free hand, pushing the cups of my bra aside and pinching my nipples. I gasped as my body began to respond to his attentions. Then he switched his hand from my bottom to my pussy, thrusting his hand down the front of my knickers and rubbing his fingers along my pussy lips. I groaned and arched my back, pushing my hips forward to meet his fingers.
“There now, not cold any more, are you?” He chuckled.
I reached behind me and began to rub his crotch with the heel of my hand, feeling his over-sized cock start to swell inside his trousers. I turned ‘round and began to open the zip of his trousers, reaching inside to find his cock. To my surprise he pushed my hand away.
“Let’s go upstairs.” He muttered. Feeling slightly disappointed I made my way up to Alan’s flat, making a point of swaying my hips provocatively as I climbed the stairs. Neil reached out and ran his fingers along the seams of my stockings, then stroked the smooth, sensitive skin above my stocking tops. By the time we reached Alan’s flat I was practically purring!
As we entered Alan’s living room the two of them grinned at each other, like two naughty schoolboys. Without being asked I fetched them both drinks, then stood in front of them, awaiting my instructions.
Neither of them seemed to be in any kind of hurry. I could feel the heat in my pussy, like an itch I couldn’t scratch.
“So what are we doing tonight?” I asked after several minutes had passed.
“Well first I want a blow-job.” Said Neil, “And then you’re going to put on a show.”
I dropped to my knees before Neil and opened his trousers, revealing his cock, which I began to wank with long, slow strokes, feeling it pulsing in my hand.
“That’s what Alan said, but you haven’t told me what kind of a show.” I complained.
Neil motioned for me to get to work on his cock. I sighed and began to suck and lick at his swollen organ, stroking his balls as I did so. In no time at all he was sighing contentedly as I bobbed my head up and down on him. After a few minutes he tensed and then started to shoot into my mouth. I gulped down his seed greedily, and as he finally finished with a huge sigh I let his softening member slip from my mouth.
I looked up at him lovingly. “Please tell me what you’re going to make me do.”
“Oh, nothing much. You’re going to a few shops and you’re going to let a few men have a good look at you, that’s all.” He giggled. I heard Alan laugh too.
“What do you mean ‘ have a good look at me’?” I said in astonishment.
“Simple. You just have to let them see up your skirt or down your top, anything like that really.”
“I know!” Said Alan suddenly, “You go into some changing rooms and leave the door open a bit. We got Keith to do that with Lin once. Brill! She must have flashed her tits to a hundred blokes that afternoon!”
“And you want me to do that?”
“Sure, yes, absolutely.” They both chorused.
Ten minutes later we were in Alan’s car on the way to a huge shopping centre on the outskirts of town. I had put a three quarter length cotton skirt and dark blue blouse over my nice undies, and still felt incredibly sexy. As we drove along, with the two of them in the front and me in the back, I slid down in my seat and began to rub my pussy through the fabric of my clothing. I was just starting to enjoy the sensations when Neil noticed what I was doing.
“Oh no you don’t! No playing with your pussy until we’re on the way home.”
“Why?” I whined.
“Just do as you’re told, unless you want your arse smacked?”
“Yes Neil, er I mean no Neil.” I giggled.
I wriggled in frustration, then sat back with a huff. A short time later we arrived at the shopping centre.
“Right then, off you go. Just have a wander around the store and give a couple of guys a look at those nice knickers of yours. We’ll be in there watching, so don’t even think about trying to dodge this, right?”
I nodded, then got out of the car, feeling more than a little nervous. I walked into the first store I came to, a stationers. I was racking my brains for a way of complying with their orders. I toyed with the idea of sabotaging the fastenings on my skirt so that it fell to the floor as I carried some shopping, but that was too much for me. And then I noticed one of the sales assistants was following a very pretty young woman around the store. She was wearing a short skirt, several inches above the knee, and seemed to be interested in a number of items on the bottom shelves of the displays. He would position himself on the other side of the shelves from her, and as she squatted down he would crane his neck to see up her skirt. He didn’t seem to be having much luck, judging by the frustrated look on his face, but it gave me an idea.
I looked around the store until I found the kind of man I was looking for. He was in his mid-forties, grey, thinning hair, overweight, dressed in beige. He was pretending to look at some magazine or other, but in reality he was watching all the women who passed by. I sauntered over to him and took up position on the display shelves opposite him. I could see him out of the corner of my eye, watching me. Carefully I squatted down, pretending to read the contents page of a magazine. My heart was beating wildly at the prospect of what I was about to do. When I knew he was looking in my direction I opened my legs slightly and I heard him draw in a deep breath. I knew he could see right up my skirt to my stocking tops and beyond. I glanced up at him and he looked away hurriedly, pretending nothing had happened.
I walked slowly around the store, wildly excited, and noticed that he was following me. Whenever I stopped to look at an item, he would always position himself so thet he was on the opposite side of a shelf to me, able to see right through. I gave him two more glimpses up my skirt before I turned and walked toward the exit. As I did, I saw Alan and Neil watching, sly grins on their faces.
They followed me to the next three stores, where I repeated my display for the enjoyment of a number of startled, and highly amused men. I had started to enjoy myself. I felt deliciously wanton, and very, very sexy! As I left another store Neil approached me.
“Go to the toilets and take your knickers off.” He grinned, “Then do it again.”
“God! You mean let a complete stranger look up my skirt when I’ve got no knickers on? You want me to show my pussy to a complete stranger?”
“Exactly! Get on with it!”
I swallowed nervously, then made my way to the nearest toilets. I locked myself in a cubicle and slipped off my nice, satin knickers, putting them carefully into my bag. I checked myself in the mirror before I left the toilets, smoothing my clothes into place, then strode into the store.
I looked around for my next lucky ‘customer’, but couldn’t see anyone who appealed. I glanced over to the door to see the two of them watching me, highly amused. And then I noticed I was being watched by a youth who was no more that sixteen or seventeen. He was looking me up and down in the way that boys of that age do. I let him follow me around the store, before I positioned him as I’d done with the others. I squatted down, reached for a book and opened my legs. He had an unobstructed view right up to my pussy. I saw his eyes widen as he took in the view! I almost came I felt so sexy! I stayed in position for about five seconds before I stood and moved away. I glanced over my shoulder at him to see him rubbing his crotch.
My technique worked a treat! I flashed to about half a dozen men of varying ages over the next hour or so, and then I spotted a clothing store and made my way inside, followed by Alan and Neil who were clearly having a great time! I could feel the dampness of my pussy and my heart was racing. I was on the brink of an orgasm. I knew if I touched my clit, even briefly, I’d climax.
I looked through the lingerie section and selected three bras of various colours and styles, then made my way to the changing area. I had deliberately selected this store because it had a unisex changing area. Inside there were a number of cubicles, with a heavy curtain to each one. A woman attendant sat at the entrance.
I nodded to her as I went in, then selected a cubicle as near to the front as possible, that way anyone coming in or going out would have to pass me. I could see that several of the cubicles were occupied, and I pulled the curtain of mine across carefully. Like all changing cubicles, this one had a full-length mirror. I checked to make sure I’d left the curtain open enough for anyone passing to see in, then started to undress. I opened my blouse slowly, waiting for someone to pass. As I opened the last button a man of about my own age passed the cubicle. I watched in the mirror as he stopped then pretended to be examining the inside of his jacket.
I slipped off my blouse and quickly unfastened my bra, letting it fall into my hands. Then I stood and began to examine the bras I had brought into the cubicle with me, as if considering which to try first. I knew he was getting a clear view of my naked breasts. I felt the cool air of the cubicle on my nipples, felt them stiffen with excitement.
I slipped on a bra, then thrust my shoulders back, forcing my breasts out and admiring my reflection in the mirror. Then I took off the bra and cupped my breasts, as if weighing them. I put on another bra, then removed it, finally putting my own back on and pulling on my blouse. I heard him chuckle to himself, then he left.
I put the bras back on the rails and left the store, now more randy than ever! Neil sauntered over to me. “How did it go, then?”
“If I don’t get some relief soon I’m going to explode!”
He laughed out loud. “Just one more store then. But I want to see you lose the lot this time, ok?”
I nodded dumbly. I made my way to the next clothes store and selected a blue cotton dress with buttons all the way up the front. Then I went to the changing area. Each cubicle had its’ own ‘saloon’ type door, which enabled anyone outside to see the occupants’ head and legs below the knees. Each door was secured by a small catch on the inside.
I went inside and began to undress. My blouse and bra came first, then I started to open my skirt. I glanced in the mirror to see that three men were watching me, whilst pretending to be doing something else. I slipped my skirt down and stood in the cubicle, stark naked. I drew in a deep breath, then let the door swing open three or four inches. I knew they could all see my bare bum, and that they could also see the front of my body reflected in the mirror. Everything I had was on show as I stood in the cubicle.
I ‘accidentally’ dropped the dress I had selected, bending from the waist to pick it up, giving them a view of my bum and also a glimpse of my slit. For no reason at all I stood and turned, looking at my bum in the mirror, but giving my audience a chance to see my breasts and my shaven mound. After about a minute I decided I’d had enough.
I pulled on my bra and blouse, leaving my skirt until last. Then I left the cubicle. I glanced at one of my admirers as I left and he grinned at me sheepishly before winking at me. I felt myself flushing as I brushed past them, then I left the store as quickly as I could.
I dashed across the car park to where Alan and Neil were waiting for me and practically threw myself into the car. As Alan started the engine I covered my face with my hands in sheer embarrassment, and found that my skin was hot to the touch.
“How did you like that then?” Neil grinned.
“Like my worst nightmare and sexiest dream combined!” I grinned back.
“You all hot and randy now then?”
“Mmmmm!” I moaned, “Oh God, Neil, I’m on fire! Jesus, I need to come so badly. Can I do it here, please Neil? Please?” I whined, begging for permission to play with my own pussy!
“Sure.” He chuckled, “But you have to use that.” He tossed a white plastic vibrator at me. I swallowed nervously. I didn’t really want to use the toy, but I was so desperate for some relief now I was panting!
I slid down in the back seat of the car, dragging my skirt up as I did so. I spread my legs and lifted my skirt up to my waist, then slowly began to stroke my pussy lips and Neil watched, a mocking smile on his face. As he enjoyed the view I slipped a finger between my lips. My clit was hard and swollen and deliciously sensitive. As soon as I touched it waves of pleasure began to radiate through my entire body. I heard myself groan, and the others giggle.
I spread my pussy lips and placed the tip of the vibrator at the entrance to my sopping wet tunnel. Then I slowly pushed it into me. I groaned again as I felt it stimulate the walls of my pussy, spreading me wonderfully. I lifted my finger to my lips, tasting my pussy juices, then began to stroke my clit gently as I slowly pushed the vibrator deeper into me.
“Turn it on then!” Neil urged.
I turned the switch at the base of the toy, hearing the low buzz and feeling the vibrations immediately radiating inside me. I stroked my hard little clit with the tip of my finger, gently teasing it out from under its’ hood, circling the super-sensitive head, eyes closed, lost in a sea of pure pleasure, oblivious to everything else.
I began to screw myself with the buzzing vibrator whilst playing with my clit. The sensations were wonderful and I was soon thrusting my hips up to meet the smooth, plastic shaft as it slid effortlessly and deeply into me. I pictured how I must have looked to the men in the shops, my stocking tops and knickers exposed, and then my bare, shaved pussy on display for them, my naked breasts and finally my entire body unveiled for my small but enthusiastic audience. I felt fantastically sexy. My fingers began to speed up as they stroked and stimulated my swollen clit, I pushed the vibrator deeper and deeper into my hot tunnel, the waves of pleasure sweeping though me grew in intensity and then I started to come.
I felt my body start to shake as every muscle seemed to contract as my orgasm continued to intensify. I pushed the vibrator deep into my pussy and rubbed my clit furiously, totally lost in the overwhelming ecstasy of the moment. I saw bright, hot colours in my mind’s eye, I closed my legs, clamping them tightly together onto my hands. Far away in the distance I heard myself crying and wailing, and then it was subsiding and I collapsed, weeping, onto the floor of the car. I felt the still buzzing vibrator slip from me. I drew my knees up to my chest, hugging them and burying my face in my arms as I began to recover from a staggeringly powerful orgasm.
After a few moments I began to giggle, tears still running down my face, my breath still coming in ragged gasps, but I couldn’t help myself. My giggles turned to laughter and before I knew it I was laughing uncontrollably. Neil and Alan joined in, until eventually Neil asked, “What are you laughing about?”
“I honestly have no idea!” I managed to choke out, before another wave of laughter hit me.
Finally I was able to get myself under control. I smoothed my skirt back into place, switched off the vibrator and slipped it into my bag – I had plans for that little devil later on, and sat back in the car. I looked around to see that we were on the motorway.
“Where are we, and where are we going?” I asked.
“We’re on the motorway, and we’re going to your next encounter.” Neil grinned.
“What do you mean ‘next encounter’? What’s going on?”
At that moment Alan started to leave the motorway, pulling off into a service station.
“What are we doing here?” I asked.
“Give me your bag.” Neil demanded as Alan brought the car to a stop. I handed over my shoulder bag and watched as Neil started to inspect the contents. He pulled out my knickers and threw them to me, “Put those back on.” He ordered. I slipped them on, wriggling my hips as I pulled them up.
“Ok, now what?”
“Ok, here’s the deal.” Neil began, a smirk on his face. “We’ve come two junctions down the motorway from home, that’s about twenty miles, right?”
I nodded.
“So here’s where you get out!”
“What do you mean?”
“We’re leaving you here. You have to make your own way home from here.”
“And just how am I supposed to do that?”
“Hitch a lift!” Alan said simply.
“But there’s no telling who I might end up with.” I said, appalled at the prospect.
“Exactly!” they said in unison.
“The best thing to do would be to go over the bridge there and go to the lorry park. There’s bound to be a few trucks heading north from here. Just chat up the drivers and you’ll soon get a lift. Go on, off you go!” Neil urged.
“But I, er , I don’t know how. I mean, what am I supposed to say when they ask what I’m doing here?”
“Tell them you had an argument with your boyfriend. Tell them he wanted you to give him a blowjob but you refused. He got angry and threw you out of the car.”
I hesitated, suddenly I didn’t want to play any more. Neil got out of the car, opened my door and pulled me out. Then he jumped back in and they roared off, sounding their horn and waving happily. I stood watching them go for a moment, expecting them to stop at the last minute, but instead they disappeared onto the slip road and back onto the motorway. I looked around me. The car par of the services was virtually empty. Feeling suddenly very vulnerable, I made my way to the bridge and began to cross over to the other side of the motorway.
As I descended on the other side a sudden gust of wind caught my skirt and lifted it over my waist, exposing my stockings and suspenders, as well as my knickers. I heard a brief cheer from my right and turned to see about five truck drivers enjoying cigarettes and hot drinks. I looked around. There were no other drivers in the car park. Unless I wanted to take my chances and wait, I would have to approach the group.
I walked as confidently as I could towards the men. As I drew closer I could see they were all in their forties or even older. Every one of them was dirty, sweaty. Most wore jeans and vests, one had a torn T-shirt on instead. They all wore three or four-day stubble, and they were all carrying far too much weight.
“Excuse me, could you help me please?” I said as calmly as I could.
“Depends what you need, darlin’.” One said. The others laughed.
“I need a ride.” I said, stupidly. They laughed again.
“You’ve come to the right place then, love!”
“Er, I mean, I need a ride north. I need to get home, and I don’t have any money.”
One of them walked casually towards me, his eyes ranging over my body as he drew closer. “How did you get here then, sweetheart?”
“I was out with my boyfriend.” I stammered. “We had an argument. He left me here. He’s taken my bag, it’s still in the car. It’s got all my money.”
“You mean he just drove off and left you here. A pretty little piece like you? He must be crazy! Anything could happen to you, these are rough places, darlin’. You want to be careful.” The others murmured their agreement.
“Yes, I’ll be careful. I promise. Can any of you help me, please? I only need to go a few miles.”
They asked where I needed to get to. I told them. One of them grinned. “This is your lucky day darlin’. That’s right where I’m goin’ I can drop you right at your door.”
I looked at my rescuer. Mid forties, overweight, sweat stained. His arms heavily tattooed, his features blurred by age and over weight, his greying, greasy hair combed over to cover an obvious bald patch. He looked at me like he’d just won a prize. Some of the others looked irritated.
“Come on then, darlin’. You come with me, yes?”
I nodded. I didn’t feel I had any choice. I followed him until he unlocked the doors of a large, white box van. He stood at the passenger door, holding it open for me.
“Up you get then.” He leered. I stepped into the van and started to pull myself up into the high passenger seat. As I did so I felt his hand on my bottom.
“Let me help you in.” He chuckled, then pushed, lifting me into the seat. He slammed the door then quickly made his way to the driver’s side. In moments we were on our way, passing the remaining group of drivers he gave them a ‘thumbs-up’ sign, grinning broadly.
Once we were on the motorway he said, “So how old are you then, darlin’?”
“Twenty two.”
“What’s your name then?”
“Alison.”
“That’s pretty. I’m Billy. You say you had an argument with your boyfriend?”
“That’s right.”
“What about?”
“Oh, something really silly. Nothing important.”
“So what was it, then?”
“I’d rather not say.”
“Well, that’s not very friendly, is it? I’m only making conversation, but if you’re going to be like that, maybe I should just drop you at the next services?”
“No, please! I didn’t mean to be rude. I was just a bit embarrassed, that’s all. I suppose I feel a bit foolish. Please, I need to get home.”
“Well, ok then. So what was the argument about?”
“He wanted me to do something, and I didn’t want to do it, that’s all.”
“What did he want you to do?”
I could see I wasn’t going to get out of this. Billy wanted to know all the details of my imagined argument.
“If you really need to know, he wanted me to give him a blow job, and I said ‘no’.”
He laughed. “Why did you say no, then?”
“I just didn’t want to do it, ok?”
“Too good for that then, eh?”
“No. It’s not that. I just didn’t want to do it tonight, that’s all.”
“And so he chucked you out the car?”
I nodded.
He was silent for a few minutes, then the van started to slow as we approached a junction.
“You do much hitch-hiking?”
“No.”
“There’s a kind of agreement that exists, you know?”
“What kind of agreement?” I could tell what was coming.
“We call it ‘a ride for a ride’, got that?”
“What do you mean?”
“Simple. You need a ride, but you can’t pay for it. I need a different kind of ride, and I don’t want to pay for it! See?”
I played dumb, looking at him uncomprehending.
“Simple, girly. I do you a favour by giving you a lift, you do me a favour by dropping your knickers. Deal?”
I pretended to look shocked. I hesitated for a moment, then nodded. I really didn’t want to be here with this dirty, smelly man, but I knew things could be even worse if he dropped me in the middle of nowhere.
“Good girl! Now there’s a nice, quiet spot I know just half a mile off the motorway. We’ll go there now, and you can show me how grateful you are, ok?” He grinned. I smiled weakly.
We left the motorway and he drove us to an industrial estate car park. There were no other cars or vans in the place, we were completely alone. He switched off the engine, turned on the interior light in the cab then turned to me with a lecherous smile on his face.
“Now then, pretty girl. Why don’t we start with having a look at what you’ve got on your chest? Come on, lets have a look at your titties then.”
I fumbled with the buttons of my blouse, then opened it up. He leaned across, took hold of my bra and pushed it up exposing my breasts. He immediately began to maul them, his rough skin scraping across my nipples.
“Mmmmm, nice. You got a nice pair of knockers here, haven’t you.”
He pulled me towards him, ducked his head and began to suck on my right nipple, his tongue darting across my flesh. I was revolted by his touch.
His hand began to grope my thigh, feeling for the hem of my skirt. He found it in moments and began to slip his hand up my skirt, squeezing my leg repeatedly. Still sucking on my breast he thrust his hand up my skirt until he came to my stocking tops. He stopped suddenly.
“Well, what do we have here?” He chortled. “I never would have taken you for an old fashioned girl! Lie back and let me have a proper look then.”
I lay back in the seat and lifted my skirt until it was bunched around my waist. He made me open my legs so that he could stroke the soft, sensitive skin of my inner thighs above my stocking tops. Then came the moment I dreaded. His fingers moved from the tops of my thighs and began to stroke along the length of my pussy. My knickers were still damp from my earlier exploits. He felt this at once. He grinned.
“My, my. Proper little minx, aren’t you?”
He slipped his fingers inside the leg of my knickers and immediately ran a rough finger over my pussy lips. I saw his eyes widen with lust as he felt my shaven lips. Then he began to pull on my knickers urgently, dragging them down, exposing more and more of my pussy with each callous pull. I resigned myself to losing them, lifting my bottom to let him remove them. Then he grabbed hold of each leg just above the knee, and forced them wide apart, his gaze fixed on my pussy.
When my legs were as far apart as they would go he released them, still staring at my slit. “Stay like that.” He barked. I did as I was told.
He sat back in his seat and reached for his cigarettes. He lit one and blew out a large cloud of blue smoke. Then her turned back to me, his eyes raking over my entire body.
“Well you are a pretty piece, aren’t you. Nice tits, and a shaved cunt, very nice! Very nice indeed! And your boyfriend dumped you at the services because you wouldn’t suck him off? What a Pratt!”
He reached out and began to stroke my pussy lips, then slowly pushed a finger into my tunnel. Of course, I was still wet from my orgasm earlier. He obviously thought it was because of his attentions.
“Hot little bitch. You like having your cunt fingered, don’t you?” I didn’t answer. He pushed another finger into me and began to slowly finger-fuck me. When I shifted my hips to make myself more comfortable he mistook this as a sign of enjoyment on my part, snickering to himself as he pushed his fingers into me, wriggling them around inside me.
After a few minutes of this, he made me turn my back to him and kneel on the seat, then he inserted his fingers into me again and carried on finger-fucking me.
“You like this? You like having your cunt fingered?”
Fearful of what he’d do if I said ‘no’, I nodded, glancing over my shoulder to smile at him, all the time wishing I were a million miles away from him.
“’Course you do. Anyone can see a hot little bitch like you is going to love having her cunt fingered. Can’t get enough of it, can you. What about your arse? You take it up the shitter?”
I groaned as he removed his fingers from my pussy and began to press one digit against my puckered little hole. I felt my sphincter relax at once and his finger slid slowly into me.
He grunted happily as he slid his finger into me. “I see you like it up the arse too! You let your boyfriend fuck you up there? Well do you?”
I nodded.
“Hmmmm. I might fancy having you that way myself. Have you pull your arse cheeks apart for me, then stuff my prick up your tight little shitter. Would you like that?”
Without waiting for a response, he carried on, “I bet you would! I bet you love it up the arse, don’t you. I bet you beg for it that way, don’t you? Why don’t you beg me for it that way? Go on, ask me to fuck you up the arse. Do it!”
“Please, Billy.” I whispered, “Please fuck me up the arse.”
“No, I don’t think I will.” He snapped, “Turn around.” He barked, pulling his fingers out of me.
I turned to face him again. His face looked angry. My blouse still hung open, my bra pushed up above my breasts.
“Let’s have another look at those jugs of yours.” He smirked. I held open my blouse for him.
“Oh that’s good. Stay like that.” He ordered. Without warning he suddenly lashed out and began top slap my breasts. The first blows left me too shocked to move, and then the stinging sensation reached my brain and I tried to protect myself from his assault.
He grabbed my wrists and pulled them away from my body, then he roughly grabbed my face, pulling me towards him. “Keep still you little slut!” He growled, “Or I’ll make you really sorry.” He then began to slap my breasts again. I had no choice but to sit there holding my blouse open, exposing my bare breasts for him, letting him hit me, gasping with each slap, with each stinging blow. Occasionally he would reach out and pinch one of my nipples, making me cry out in pain. His face would light up with pleasure and amusement, then there’d be more slaps, stinging my skin. All the time he kept up a stream of abuse.
“I’m not going to give it to you up the arse, or even up the cunt. No. I’m going to make you pay for being such a stuck up bitch earlier on. You’re going to suck me off, got that? Maybe that’ll teach you to be nicer to your boyfriend. No wonder he threw you out of the car. He probably knows what kind of a slut you are, dropping your knickers for the first bloke to give you a lift, begging him to fuck you up the arse. Jesus! You really are a cheap little slut, aren’t you? Aren’t you?” He yelled.
“Yes!” I yelled back, desperate to get out of there but too scared to try to run,
“Yes I’m a cheap little slut. I’m sorry Billy, please don’t hurt me any more, I’m sorry.”
He laughed again, then leaned back in his seat and opened his dirty, oil stained jeans. He pushed them down to mid thigh, then motioned for me to begin.
“Get on with it then, I don’t have all fuckin’ night, do I? Oh, and any teeth marks and re-arrange your face, got it?”
I nodded and moved over to him. It was all I could do to find his cock beneath the rolls of fat, but finally I did and began to suck him as best as I could. He chuckled to himself as I stroked his balls, and I felt his cock stiffen in my mouth. He tasted and smelt awful. I felt sick as I inhaled his body odour and tasted the skin of his cock as it slid over my tongue. I hoped he’d come quickly, but he seemed to be enjoying the experience. He kept reaching down and grabbing one of my breasts, mauling it roughly, pinching my nipple.
Once or twice he patted me gently on the head, muttering, “There’s a good girl.” Then I felt him stiffen and I knew he was about to come. I got ready to pull away from him, but he grabbed my head with both hands and forced my face down onto his cock as he started to shoot into my mouth. I swallowed all of his noxious seed, retching as I did so. Finally, he finished, gasping for breath and reaching for his cigarettes. He released his grip on my head, allowing me to sit up in my seat.
I pulled my bra back into place then fastened my blouse. When I reached for my knickers he snatched them from me. “I’ll have those.” He grinned, stuffing them into his pocket as he fastened his jeans. I shrugged and smoothed my skirt back into place.
Without another word he started up the engine and we made our way back to the motorway. Within another half an hour we had reached the area where I lived. I didn’t want to take the chance of him knowing where I lived, so with about a quarter of a mile to go I said, “This will do me fine, thanks Billy.”
“Ok darlin’.” He said, cheerfully, and pulled over. As I tried to open the door, he said, “Don’t I get a goodnight kiss then?”
I leaned over reluctantly, intending to give him a brief peck on the cheek, but he had other plans. He pulled me into a tight embrace and forced his mouth down on mine. His tongue forced its’ way into my mouth. Then he pushed a hand down my blouse and into my bra, groping and squeezing my breast and pinching the nipple. He forced a hand up my skirt until he was rubbing his fingers against my pussy lips. He pushed two fingers into me again, then withdrew them. He put his fingers to his nose and sniffed, then began to lick them.
“Good and ripe!” He laughed. “See you again, sweetheart.”
I opened the door of the van and jumped out, slamming it behind me. Then I drew in a deep breath. The air smelt clean and fresh after Billy’s body odour.
I immediately began to walk away from the van. He slowly moved away, grinning at me as he went. I shuddered and watched the van until it was out of sight, then made my way back to the flat, where Neil and Alan were waiting and demanded to know every last detail.
By the time I had told them the whole story they were as randy as hell and I spent the next hour pleasuring them in every way they demanded.
Finally, I was allowed to slope off to bed, where I fell into a relaxed sleep, dreaming of the coming evening and the party at Leroy’s.
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