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Nervously Anne looked at her watch: 12.30. The dinner was in the oven, the tables laid out, the drinks in the cooler. She hurried to the bathroom to take a shower and get ready for her students to come at 1. When the water ran over her body, it felt almost like hands caressing her and she felt her nipples harden and her pussy itching. Finally, just maybe an hour or so and she would have her orgasm. So often in the last few days she had been tempted to touch herself, but she still wasn't sure that Morris, did not after all have a camera in her home. After all that had happened, she thought him capable of just about everything.
She dried herself off, blow-dried her hair and applied some make-up. Another look at the clock, 11.50. Time to get ready. She checked the dinner one last time and turned down the heat slightly, then with her heart beating walked into her living-room. She knelt facing the front-door, careful to spread her legs wide enough and tied the blindfold around her head. Hoping she had remembered everything Morris had ordered her to do, she settled down to wait.
Despite her arousal she realized how much she was demeaning herself. Naked with her hands behind her head, presenting her most intimate places to anyone who stepped in, she knelt in her own home, waiting to be used worse than a common whore and still she could not help but anticipate their arrival, hope for those two orgasms she had been promised. Am I such a slut? She asked herself. And for the first time she openly admitted that this being used and controlled gave a kick she had not experienced before. She had always enjoyed sex, had not been prude, but she had never had orgasms like the ones she had had in the last month.
"Down, whore, and greet your owner properly."
Morris commanding voice startled her. She had not even heard him open the door. She lowered her body until her head hit his knee. He did not move, but made her retreat a few inches so that she could lower her face to the floor and kiss and lick his shoes. He only gave her a few seconds, the stepped back, but when she tried to rise she suddenly felt his foot on her neck pressing it down until she felt another shoe touching her face. All 17 of her students presented their shoes to her lips and tongue. She tasted the dust and grit of the path on them.
"Nice service. We should make her clean our shoes that way every day."
"No, most of the time she has cum in her mouth and I wouldn't want your cum on my shoes," a girl's voice replied.
"We can always wash her mouth out with soap before making her clean the shoes."
"And anyway, I'd rather have her clean my feet." Anne was pretty sure that was Lydia talking. "She should do that after the sports lessons."
"Yeah," a boy laughed. "And I'll make sure not to shower that morning so she gets some really tasty feet."
Finally the ordeal (the first of many, Anne knew) was over and Morris pulled the blindfold off her head. The students were standing in a semicircle around her.
"Ok, whore, let's see you play with your nipples," Morris ordered.
They were going to make her masturbate immediately! The thought shot through her body like a physical touch and she started shivering. She ran her palms over her nipples and felt them harden immediately. When she took them between two fingers and rolled them she could not stop a moan of pleasure.
"Squeeze harder and twist them."
She did not even see who had spoken, but complied immediately rolling and twisting her hard nubs, each touch sending a wave of pleasure through her entire body that culminated between her legs.
"Now spread your cuntflaps, lean back so we have a good view of a cunt playing with herself."
She had fulfilled the demand before it was even finished and moaned again when she touched her aroused flesh.
"Two fingers in and fuck yourself slowly."
She would have loved to rub her clit, but complied. It took all her self-control to keep her movements slow, when all she wanted was to fuck herself hard and fast with three fingers and rub her clit with the other hand. But no more orders came and she had to continue the slow teasing moving inside and out. Her body was shivering and soaked in sweat and she was moaning continually now.
"Pull them out and lick your slime off."
The taste added another dimension to her arousal, but she had to force herself not beg to be allowed to put her fingers back in.
"One finger on the nub, bitch, and move very slowly."
Finally. She placed her middle finger on her clit and rubbed in slow small circles. A groan escaped her. One fast movement and she would be coming. She wanted to so badly, but despite the haze of horniness she still knew it would be much better, if she obeyed and waited. And they made her wait. She felt her orgasm building ever so slowly, felt the tightening in her stomach, that peculiar feeling at the back of her knees, felt the sensations increase and move to meet where her finger was still teasing her clit. Just a few more seconds now and knew she would cry out in pleasure.
"I'm hungry. It's time for lunch. You can continue jilling later, bitch. Get food on the table."
For long seconds Anne could only stare uncomprehending. He was denying her again, making her wait even longer. But one quick rub now would do it, he would hardly have to wait.
"Don't even think about coming, whore," Morris growled.
He did not have to say what would happen, if she did. On shaky legs and accompanied by the young people's laughter she made her way to the kitchen.
"And lick those hands clean. I don't want cuntslime on my food."
At least they allowed her to walk, when she was bringing in the two huge dishes of lasagne and the salad, she had made. When she had placed the on the table, a snap of Morris's finger indicated she was to serve each of her guests individually. It took her a while to fill the plates with lasagne and salad. She was walking back to the head of the table, when she realized there was no plate left and she headed off to the kitchen.
"Where do you think you are going, slut?" Morris asked.
"To get another plate, sir. I forgot to set one for me."
Morris laughed.
"So that was what that plate I removed was for. Did you honestly think we would let a naked jilling slut eat at our table? You stay where you are. I'm sure you will have plenty to do serving us all."
And she did. Plates needed to be refilled and drinks fetched from the kitchen. While the students ate and laughed, Anne hurried around serving them all. After everyone was satisfied (there were even one or two complements on her cooking), Morris produced the plate she had set for herself. He passed it round the table and they all put there scraps on it.
"Here, bitch. Place it on the floor and then you can eat, too." Morris ordered. "But come here first. I have a little gift for you."
Anne placed the plate and stood before her owner. He pulled a metal ring maybe 2 inches in diameter from his pocket. Two strings were attached to it.
"Open up," he commanded, then placed the ring in Anne's mouth forcing it wide open, and tied the string behind her head. "Ok, now go ahead and eat."
He pushed her by the neck and she only caught herself just before her face landed in the scraps piled on the plate. Tentatively she extended her tongue. She had to try hard even to reach the food on the plate and was hardly able to make any of the food stick to her tongue. The students watched with obvious amusement. Finally Morris lost patience.
"Oh hurry up, cunt, we don't want to spend all day watching our fuckpig feed."
She felt his boot on her neck pushing her down. With her face in the scraps it was slightly easier to reach something and she hurriedly gobbled up, what she could trying not to think of how soiled her face was. When the plate was finally empty the boot on her neck withdrew.
"Clear the table, bitch. It's time for the entertainment to start."
Breathing heavily she got up and collected the plates and cutlery. Some of the girls helped and piled everything on the tray Anne was holding. When she was halfway to the kitchen Morris called to her.
"I almost forgot. You still have an orgasm coming. Let's get that out of the way so you can concentrate on us. Go ahead and rub your cunt. But don't take all day. You have .. let's say 20 seconds."
Anne looked at him in confusion.
"19 .. 18.."
She would hardly have time to take the tray to the kitchen. Desperate for her orgasm she balanced the tray on her left hand and started rubbing herself frantically. Her body was awash with pleasure almost immediately, but in her awkward position it was hard to relax enough to feel the pleasure.
"12 ... 11 ... 10."
She redoubled her efforts, while the tray wobbled on her left hand. Her pussy made wet slurping sounds while her hand flew over her clit. Finally she felt her climax rising.
"5 ... 4 ... 3 ..."
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Anne screamed as the pleasure hit her. Her entire body swayed and it took every last bit of self-control not to drop the tray, collapse on the floor and just give in to the long-awaited orgasm.
"0 ... hand off your twat, slut"
With a moan of disappointment she pulled her hand away, while waves of pleasure were still coursing through her. She knew she could have drawn it out for much longer.
"Ok, you've had your time to jill, now take those plates to the kitchen, wash your filthy face and hurry back for service."
Weak-kneed, sweaty, out of breath and still as horny as she had been before she obeyed. When she returned Morris pointed at the floor and she knelt obediently. The students looked at Morris expectantly.
"Now, bitch. Let me explain what is going to happen today. We are going to have a fun afternoon and you will make sure we have fun. Whenever someone wants your service, you provide it with a smile. Whenever someone wants you to perform something, you will obey eagerly. Don't expect any rewards, of course. You are our whore and it is your duty to provide perfect service. Is that understood, whore?"
"Yes, Sir," Anne sighed.
Morris did not even answer, but turned to Belinda and started kissing her. The others started talking and ignored Anne completely. Lydia started making out with Tom. For almost 20 minutes Anne knelt, listening to conversations and quietly watching Lydia playing with Tom's cock, while the boy had his fingers under her skirt. Their movement became faster and suddenly Tom groaned deeply and his cock started jetting cum in heavy spurts. Lydia kept rubbing the boy's cock so his cum splattered all over the floor. The others watched grinning.
"Nice load, Tom, my boy," Brian grinned.
"Clean up, bitch. I'm sure you know how," Lydia commanded grinning.
Yes, she knew how. Taking a deep breath Anne leaned forward and licked a few drops of cum off the floor. When she rose to move to the next one, Lydia stopped her.
"No, keep your face to the floor and your fat ass in the air."
Sighing silently Anne crawled to the next drops very aware of her exposed ass. Lydia sent her all over the floor making sure always to point out the drops farthest from where she was. When she was licking up the final few drops, she heard a gasp from some of the boys.
"Yeah, let's see our bitch lick that," one of the boys exclaimed.
"Here, bitch."
She followed Lydia's voice and when she reached the sofa and looked up, she saw Lydia had removed her skirt and was sitting there with her legs wide open displaying her hairy pussy. Anne needed no further invitation and dove between Lydia's leg. A strong smell greeted her, but she gritted her teeth and starting pleasuring the dark-haired girl. There was a lot of verbal encouragement, most of it obscene, of course, but Anne tried to concentrate on what she was doing and was rewarded with Lydia groaning loudly, grabbing her face and rubbing it all over her hairy pussy until Anne's face was coated with pussyjuice. This had apparently broken the ice and Anne spent the next hour sucking cock and licking pussy. When she finally had a moment to herself, her tongue aching, she looked around and saw Morris and Belinda missing. But she did not have to wait long to find out where they were. Morris's voice called her into her bedroom. She found the couple on her bed having sex. Morris was on his back with Belinda riding him.
"High time you finally came, bitch. Turn around, sweetie, so our whore can get to work."
Belinda turned without releasing her boyfriend's cock until she faced Anne.
"Come here, slut, and lick my pussy."
Anne crawled onto the bed and started licking Belinda's wet pussy, while only inches away Morris's hard member moved in and out languorously. Under the double stimulation Belinda came almost at once, but Morris continued his movements and Anne had to follow suit despite her tongue growing increasingly numb. Belinda had two more orgasms and Anne, her own pussy burning with need, hated her for each one. Then finally Morris's movements became faster and deeper and he fucked his girlfriend to yet another orgasm while he came inside her. Anne's only reward was having to lick the young man's cum from both pussy and cock.
Before they returned to the living-room Morris and Belinda dressed again as had all the others after having had Anne service them. Obviously they wanted Anne to remain the only one naked. When Morris had settled back in his chair and had had Anne bring another round of drinks an expectant hush fell.
"Well, bitch, after you have done the easy work, it's time for some more special entertainment. That requires a bit of preparation, though. Crawl out into the garden and wait there."
Anne made her way out onto the patio, but with a wave of the hand Morris chased her deeper into the small garden, where she waited nervously. What did they have in mind for her? Her orgasm had been wonderful despite the circumstances, but she was just as horny as before and hoped she would soon be fucked as Morris had promised. She gave up pretending she hated it all and only obeyed because of the blackmail. By now she knew she needed all the control and the humiliation to achieve those earth shattering orgasms. Whatever they did to her, she would obey hoping to be fucked hard in the end.
Finally the students came out into the garden holding glasses as if this was some swank cocktail party. Well, for them it was in a way.
"Wiggle, slut. Let's see those hangers sway," slender Roseanne commanded.
Anne moved and her breasts started swinging under her.
"Like big bells. We should tie a rope to the nipples and we could make them swing any way we want," Max grinned.
"Let's see those tits bounce a bit," Wasim suggested. "Jump up and down, slut."
Anne obeyed immediately. The students watched grinning, while she started sweating again and her breath grew ragged.
"Like an upright cow with those big udders," Roseanne remarked viciously.
"I kinda like them, especially when they are wrapped around my cock," Bill replied.
"Don't you think she deserves a rest?" asked Tina.
"What she deserves doesn't matter. She's our whore. It is what we want that counts. And I want to see her tits and ass bounce some more," Wasim objected.
They made her jump until her lungs were aching and the muscles in her legs were burning fiercely.
"We should stop her now," Tina finally said. "After all we want her eager for sex, don't we?"
Morris motioned her to stop, which Anne gratefully did. "Eager for sex? She always is. Go ahead, Tina, check her cunt. I bet it is dripping."
Tina walked over and ran one hand down Anne's body, which made her shiver with delight. The girl slipped one finger between Anne's pussylips and withdrew it glistening.
"See? Our whore gets off on being ordered and about and degraded. Now, ladies, will you do the honours?"
Tina grabbed Anne's hand behind her back and pushed her towards the tree, where Roseanne and Belinda were waiting to tie her up. When Katja approached with a riding crop, Anne blanched.
"On your toes, slut."
Desperate to please Anne raised her body to stand on tiptoes despite the fire in her legs. She felt the crop lightly touching her behind, then gasped, when it hit her hard.
"On your toes, I said!"
Biting her lips Anne tried to raise her body again only to drop down again, when the crop bit into her flesh again. It went on for some time until Morris stepped up close to her.
"Do you know why you are being cropped, whore?"
"No, Sir," Anne gasped. "If I have done anything wrong, please tell me and I will make amends and try to give perfect service."
Anything to avoid more pain, she thought. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw Morris smile.
"Something wrong? No, slut. You've been a perfect whore today. And will be even more of a perfect whore later. You are being cropped, because we want to see it. If it hurts you, that is really of no account, is it?. After all you are just a fuckpig. If it amuses us, you will do it or have it done to you, no matter if you have done anything wrong. And now, whore, you are going to be thoroughly whipped. Of course it will hurt much more that the puny little crop, but it will be interesting for us to see you cry and hear you scream. So we will do it, no matter what you think."
He stepped back and David came up with a vicious-looking whip. He took careful aim and laid a first blow right across Anne's ass. Not screaming loudly took Anne's complete self-control.
"Hey that big ass looks much nicer with a stripe across it. I think I'll whip her every time I want to fuck her ass."
Anne was too far gone to even recognize the voice and when the next stroke hit her she did cry out.
"Stick that fat ass out, bitch," some girl shouted.
"Nice to see her dance that way," a boy added.
Anne lost count of the strokes and when David stepped back her body was hurting and she breathed a big sigh of relief.
"Here, let me try."
Anne's eyes went wide, when Katja grabbed the whip. After that Anne lost all self-control. She sobbed and begged, slobbered and sniffled. She contorted her body in vain efforts to escape the whip, but it just kept falling and all her contortions only added new areas that hurt. The only respite came when one of the students had had enough and it took a moment for another to grab the whip and continue. One stroke merged into another and Anne turned into a mass of slobbering flesh before she felt hands loosen the ropes that held her. She collapsed onto the lawn.
But if she had thought she would get some rest, she was sorely mistaken. Strong hands grabbed her hips and pulled them up. Then a hard cock was thrust into her asshole. Every touch of her ass hurt, but whoever was fucking her did not care and buggered her brutally. When he was done, he was immediately replaced by another. Anne did not even look up. What did it matter? Everyone could fuck her. When the last cock withdrew from her aching hole, hands grabbed her hair and when her head came up, her cheek was slapped by a hard cock.
"Open up, cunt!" She barely recognized Freddie's voice.
When she obeyed automatically, the Scot rammed his cock all the way down her throat making her gag. He grabbed both sides of her head and just pulled her head back and forth barely leaving her time to gulp in some air, before he slapped his cock into her mouth again until her nose touched his stomach and his heavy balls slapped her chin. When he finally came deep inside her throat Anne had lost all concept of time and it was a huge relief, when Belinda called her over and had her service the red-haired pussy for a long time.
"Aren't you going to thank me for all the cock I provide your with?" She heard Morris's voice as if from afar. Slowly she crawled over to him and kissed his boots. "Back inside," Morris commanded after a few moments and gave her raised ass an encouraging kick.
When they were all assembled in the living-room again and provided with a new round of drinks, which Anne had served on shaky legs, Morris pointed under the glass table and, grateful for the rest, Anne crawled under it, turned onto her back and spread her legs so her pussy was invitingly displayed. For a while they left her alone, apparently sated for the moment. Anne slowly calmed down as the pain receded. Instead she became increasingly aware of the need in her pussy again. Would they fuck her now? All she could think of was the promised fuck. She imagined all the boys taking turns fucking her needy cunt. Yes, the thought of being gangbanged by a dozen boys was utterly depraved, but she did not care. She needed to be used like a common whore.
"I think I need to take a leak." Roseanne's voice broke Anne's reverie. Through the glass of the tabletop Anne looked at the blonde girl sitting with a cigarette in one hand and a cup of tea in the other, but between her spread legs her pussy was clearly visible. "Where's the loo?"
"Right here, under the table," Bill grinned.
"If you think I'll take a leak in front of you pervert, you have another think coming," Roseanne responded. Then she got up. "Come along, slut, I need to use the loo."
Anne followed on all fours not even thinking to get up. Roseanne walked towards the bathroom, but then turned left into Anne's bedroom. She motioned for Anne to close the door and slipped out of her dress. So she wanted her pussy licked first. Anne approached and flicked her tongue over the girl's shaved pussy.
"What do you think you're doing, slut? I don't want to be licked, when I pee. Now open your mouth and get close."
Anne stared at her disbelieving. She couldn't expect ...
"What is it, slut? I'm going to start peeing in 3 seconds, whether your mouth is in place or not."
No, this couldn't be happening. Before Anne could even finish the thought she saw the yellow stream gushing from Roseanne's pussy. Anne started transfixed, while Roseanne soiled the sheets and a stream of pee dripped onto the floor.
"Now you have choice, slut. You can either lick the floor clean or I'll take you outside and give you another whipping. And then you lick the floor clean. What is it going to be?"
Still Anne could only stare. She could not lick piss off the floor. She was a depraved whore, but not that! But she knew she could not stand another whipping.
"Maybe this time I'll lay the whip on your cunt. I wonder how that will feel."
"Noooo"
Roseanne raised an inquiring eyebrow.
"No, please don't whip me again. I'll do anything, but ..."
"Then lick that piss of the floor, slut!"
Resigned, but shivering with revulsion Anne bent down. The smell of piss was strong in her nostrils and she recoiled involuntarily. But a foot on her neck pushed her back down, pushed her deeper and deeper and finally pushed her face right into the puddle.
"Lick, slut."
Anne tasted the salty liquid carefully.
"A nice leather belt you have lying here, slut. I think I'll lay it across your ass, until you are done."
Before Anne could reply a strip of fire erupted on her ass and she started gobbling up Roseanne's pee as if it was some delicacy. Roseanne delivered two more burning strokes before she made Anne suck the soaked sheets. Then she got up and pulled the dress back on.
"Wait here, slut," she commanded while she stepped out the door. "Half-trained, but I think she'll give no more problems. Who's next?"
Thomas was already opening his fly as he walked in.
"You want this off the floor again or are you going to be a good toilet whore?"
Anne was on the point of refusing, but Roseanne had obviously told the others the details of what had happened, because Thomas made a beeline for the bed and picked up the belt. Slowly Anne opened her mouth. Thomas pointed his semi-rigid cock and pissed right into her mouth. Anne desperately tried to swallow.
"You know, I actually had a crush on you, when you first came here." Thomas remarked. "I used to jerk off thinking of you. To think that now I can have you whenever want, as a whore, a toy or a urinal. Quite amazing."
He was replaced by Charles and then Max, who even made her suck his cock clean afterwards. Then Ewan swaggered in and Anne immediately opened her mouth.
"Developed a taste for piss, whore? Looks like you can't wait. But I have something else in mind. You stay where you are."
Ewan walked around Anne and she heard the bed creaking when he climbed onto it. Then a hot stream hit her head and ran down her body. He was pissing right on her hair and covering her in the vile liquid.
"See? A dirty, stinking whore like you should smell like a dirty, stinking whore, don't you think? Now lick the floor clean so I can step down from the bed without getting my feet dirty."
When she followed Ewan back into the living-room, there was a chorus of comments.
"What a filthy slut."
"She smells like a public loo."
"What a piss-whore."
"Yeah, the stink is right, but she needs the right make-up to go with it." Morris grinned. "Let's take her outside for the make-up session."
Grinning expectantly the students followed Anne, who crawled after Morris. He made her kneel in a corner of the patio. Brian came out carrying what Anne recognized as the kitchen bin, while Lydia followed with a plastic bag. Grinning widely Brian upended the bin in front of Anne dumping the refuse from the meal she had prepared earlier. Lydia handed Morris some eggs and opened a can of baked beans and a bag of flour, then emptied both on the pile of refuse. Morris took a couple of eggs dropped the container and then broke the eggs over Anne's head.
"Now get down in the garbage, where you belong, pisshwore!"
Before she could even react, he pushed her down, then plated a foot on her neck and slowly ground her face into the rubbish. General laughter followed this. When he released her Anne came up, her face soiled.
"Now let's see how well you have learnt your lesson, pisshwore. Get down where you belong, in the dirt!"
Anne did not even hesitate, but bent low again and rubbed her face in the revolting mixture. Morris just waited and Anne slid her face back and forth until it was covered in the refuse.
"It seems she has finally learnt that she is just garbage, a piece of shit, nothing! And whatever we do with her she has to be grateful for. Is that right, piece of shit?"
"Yes, Sir," Anne gasped her face still in the dirt.
"Good, now stay here until you are called. We have better things to do than deal with a filthy slag like you."
Dusk slowly fell, but luckily it was a warm day. Anne was left alone to think. How far she had come. How far she had been degraded. And how much she craved it. There was no pretending anymore. She hated being whipped, hated being used as a urinal, hated being this filthy, but her pussy was throbbing, needy. And for one of those orgasms she had only had here under Morris's domination, she knew she would demean herself even more.
"Come in, whore!"
She crawled back eager for more.
"Go take a shower. No one wants a slag as filthy as you are."
Wasim followed her into the bathroom.
"Just to make sure to don't start jilling, whore."
"May I ..., may I pee, Sir?"
"You mean piss? Go ahead, we won't need your toilet, since we now have you. So you might as well soil it with your piss."
He leaned against the wall watching as she relieved herself.
When she came out of the shower, he led her into the bedroom and called for Katja, who supervised her putting on make-up, repeatedly admonishing her to make it more sluttish. Finally she took Anne back to the waiting students.
"Now about that fuck we promised you." Morris explained. "Usually I'd ask one of the guys to sacrifice himself and stick his cock into your twat for a few seconds. I'm sure it won't take longer than that. But you have been a pretty decent piece of shit whore, so we'll give you a chance at a better fuck. All you need to do is behave like a true piece of shit whore, do everything to entertain us, talk like a whore, behave like a whore, in short, be yourself. You have two hours to convince us you deserve a good fucking."
Anne nodded eagerly.
"Yes, Sir. I'll be a very good whore for you."
For the next hours Anne forgot everything she had ever heard about modesty. She displayed herself shamelessly in any obscene position she could think of, begged each student to be allowed to lick their feet, their balls, their asses, suggested the most perverted ways in which she might be used.
And the students took full advantage of it. She sucked their toes tasting the day's sweat, wriggled her tongue between a dozen ass cheeks to caress their anuses, sucked every boy's balls into her mouth and licked every girl to at least one more orgasm. And she told them about her most bizarre dreams.
"Maybe you would like to use your whore all tied up so that she can be fucked from both ends? I could be throat-fucked or lick your wonderful pussies, while my shithole is buggered at the other end. Of course a filthy piece of shit whore like me cannot expect any decent gentleman to stick their wonderful cocks into my slimy twat, but I trust my asshole is a pleasing place to leave your sperm. Or maybe you would like to whore me out to your friends? Or the ladies have boyfriends with ideas for perverted sex that no decent woman would perform? I could service your boyfriends' needs under your supervision. Just use me in any way you like."
"It seems you have learnt your lesson, cunt. You'll continue serving us all, only much better now, but from now on we will have one afternoon every month here, where you can be treated just like you deserve." Morris paused. "Well, shall we give our slut what she craves?"
Instead of an answer all the boys pulled down their zippers. Morris grabbed her head and started fucking her face. Anne panicked. Was this the sort of fucking he had been talking about? Was she not going to get cock in her pussy after all? Then she stopped thinking and had to concentrate on not gagging and getting some air into her lungs. When Morris was cumming, he pushed her head away and deposited his cum in her face.
"Now get yourself over there, whore." He grunted.
When Anne turned she saw all the other boys naked and waving her over. When she approached she found one cock slammed into her mouth, another into her ass and then, finally, one entering her cunt. All three started fucking her merciless. It took less than a minute for her to come screaming.
"OHHHHHH; YESSSSSSSSSS, fuck me like the whore that I am. Fuck me harder, pleaassseeeee."
She hardly noticed the loads of cum pumped into her holes. She moaned in disappointment, when the spent cock withdrew from her mouth, but her moan was cut short by another cock. Her ass and cunt also only remained empty for seconds. Again she came and came and came.
They took turns on her for over an hour each young man trying hard to fuck each of the three available holes. By the time they were done, Anne was reduced to a slobbering, cum-dripping mass of whoreflesh. But she did remember to make the rounds on her knees and beg every boy to be allowed to suck his cock clean and offer her tongue to every girl.
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"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen," Anne greeted her class on the Monday morning.
"Good morning, whore!"
"May I please say that I thoroughly enjoyed yesterday, ladies and gentlemen. I am looking forward to serving you again tonight or whenever you please. And of course, if anyone of you feels the need to relieve him- or herself, there will no longer be any need for a hallpass. I will gladly serve as your urinal. And I will try very hard to be a good whore for your most perverted desires."
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