CHAPTER XIV: Last Day of School Part I.
Karen sipped her coffee, watching one of the network morning shows while slut
labored away in the back yard, preparing herself as she had been taught. Over
the last couple of days Karen had compressed the allotted time to squeeze as
much efficiency out of the slut as she could. This morning she had allowed only
thirty minutes, which she knew, would be a challenge.
It was slut's last day as a teacher, at least in this lifetime, Karen thought.
The last two days had been fairly uneventful. Karen wanted to be careful not to
put so much stress on the slut that she would break under the pressure. A
repeat of the humiliation she had suffered in the teacher's restroom wasn't
necessary. So, she had sent the young teacher off in revealing clothes and
simple instructions not to sit or eat all day. She had decided not to keep the
"chokercam" installed for the simple reason that multiple days of wearing it
would surely attract unwanted attention. Instead, Karen had installed a
listening device on the small purse she let the slut carry. It transmitted to
the relay she had installed in the slut's car, which sent the signal in turn to
the receiver Karen had worn in her ear during the day. So, she could keep tabs
on developments while still enjoying the freedom to pursue other interests. The
slut had carried only her cellphone in the little purse as well as her keys.
She was not given any ID or money for the day.
She had sent the slut off on Wednesday in a slinky cocktail dress and a pair of
black pumps with no hose, panties, or bra. Thursday she was dressed in a red
spandex miniskirt and a tight white polyester sleeveless top. Karen had been
quite amused when the slut was called to the principal's office and questioned
about her attire. She had done well enough, especially given her guidelines to
be agreeable to everything anyone might suggest and to avoid any conflicts.
Karen realized the principal had no desire whatsoever to see the slut in more
professional attire. He was entirely content to leave things as they were,
mainly because he was enjoying looking at the slut. He had to go through the
motions of calling her in to maintain his credibility with the rest of the
staff, and had solved the problem by putting the slut on formal notice. With
that as motivation, Karen had gone shopping with the slut's credit card and had
purchased her outfit for today.
Karen glanced out through the sliding doors and could see the slut had taken her
peeing position. The rule was she could not release until granted permission.
Karen got up and strolled quickly over to the glass so the slut could see her
from out in the yard. She waved, signaling that it was okay to empty herself on
the assigned spot. Without waiting for a result, Karen returned to the couch
and her coffee.
This was the last real day that the slut would be participating in her old life.
Well, there would be some touches with it in the coming weeks, but this was it
as far as employment. Karen was looking forward to being able to concentrate
more intently on the slut's training so that she could begin to derive the
benefits of being on vacation and having, well, two women to keep her
entertained.
Karen had been enjoying the slut's sister Megan, whom she had renamed candi.
The little thing had provided hours of entertainment over the past couple of
days. Today would be no exception. It was nice to have one all to yourself.
She still needed to get rid of the car down south, but would probably do that
after her "slavesitter" arrived. Karen smiled at the thought. She had been
looking forward to seeing her friend Tawny for months. Finally being able to
call and invite her for a visit was a relief. Karen would give her the use of
the slut's house while she made a delivery and arranged for candi's car to
disappear permanently. Tawny had acquired another slave, bringing her total to
three, and she planned to bring all of them. Karen remembered henry and amy
well even though it had been two years since she had last seen them. She looked
forward to matching up slut with henry, whose erect penis was legendary.
Eventually the slut appeared outside the sliding door, looking clean and smooth,
with those lusciously long nipples standing straight out from her full, heaving
breasts. Karen motioned for her to enter. She did quickly, then moved to the
"present" position next to Karen. Karen idly passed the back of her hand over
the slut's mound and her inner thighs, halfheartedly checking to make sure there
was no sign of hair. She reached between her legs to ensure the larger anal
plug was in place. The slut inhaled deeply as she was touched, a good sign that
Karen had succeeded at keeping her in a high state of desire.
"I have some surprises for you today, slut. Go get the bags that are laying on
the guest bed."
"Yes, Miss Karen," slut answered before moving off toward the guest bedroom.
Karen noted that the slut was at least trying to control her movements better.
She had spent a bit of time going over the need to appear graceful and to be
enticing in how she moved. There was less of the unpleasant jiggling now, but
more work needed to be done.
When she returned, Karen had her dump the contents out onto the coffee table,
then told her to kneel in front of her. Karen reached forward and inserted her
thumb in the slut's mouth. It was accepted eagerly and was being licked and
sucked as Karen began her overview of what was to happen today.
"I've bought you a nice, slutty schoolgirl outfit. You will attract a lot of
attention today. As usual, you will be agreeable to everything that is
suggested to you, and you won't get into conflict with anyone. You will not eat
and you will not sit. Your assignment for today is to get the phone numbers of
the five cutest boys in the senior class by asking them directly. I'm providing
you a set of ben-wa balls. They will torment your pussy for me all day so that
you arrive home this afternoon in an agreeable mood. Of course, you know you
may not touch yourself in any way without permission and you certainly may not
have an orgasm under any circumstances." Karen's own juices were beginning to
flow a bit from the pleasant treatment her thumb was getting. "Do you
understand?"
"Ummph, Mfff Kgggnn.", slut answered.
"Good." Karen slipped her tongue out of the slut's mouth and motioned toward the
table. "The small box there, open it."
She then proceeded to supervise the slut as she inserted the ben-wa balls into
her wet pussy and got dressed in her new outfit. Karen had purchased it at one
of the downtown stores that catered to hookers and cheating housewives and were
known for the outrageous outfits they featured. She could tell by the blush on
the slut's face that it was having the desired affect. She looked deliciously
whorish. Karen told her to walk around the room to get her accustomed to the
weight and vibration of the metal balls sliding around in her cunt.
Carol was nearly beside herself with desire. She had been relentlessly
tormented in one way or another for days. The shame she had felt through the
previous two days of work were nothing compared to what today would surely
bring. Thankfully it was the last of the school year. She had no idea how she
could go to work in such a slutty outfit. The tops of the white stockings
weren't quite covered by the pleated navy blue miniskirt. The white oxford
shirt was too small to begin with, but Miss Karen had cut off all the buttons
and made her tie it up in a knot in front just under her breasts. The five inch
pumps completed the look, with the exception of Miss Karen's remaining
instructions for makeup, her hair, and jewelry.
As she strolled around the room with Miss Karen watching, she realized the
torture she was going to experience all day with the little golden balls inside
her. They felt so...heavy and unnatural as they moved around inside her with
even the smallest motion on her part. When they came in contact with each other
she felt a slight vibration, which would have been a wonderful sensation if she
weren't aware of the fact that it was going to happen in front of classrooms
full of students, all day long. Even worse was the fact that Miss Karen had
made her insert the largest of the three anal plugs as part of her morning's
preparation. She had gotten accustomed to being filled there, but this one was
so much larger around the base that she wondered how she'd ever get her mind off
it. As usual, she was wearing no bra or panties. She could see the distinct
outline of her nipples in the fabric of the shirt when she stole a quick glance
down, and was sure her...cunt...was already dampening the stockings. Before
being ordered to do something else, she placed her right hand over her mouth as
she strolled back and forth, back and forth, in front of Miss Karen. It was the
way that she had been taught to request permission to speak.
"You'll need to swing those hips just a bit more, slut," Karen told her. "And
arch your back. That's it. Much better."
Carol was so afraid of what would happen when she told Miss Karen about Megan.
She had been putting it off for days, and was both surprised and worried that
Megan hadn't returned or called. She had to tell Miss Karen to avoid a, well, a
situation. She half thought that if Miss Karen became enraged and punished her,
at least she might not have to go to school that morning. She was morbidly
afraid of being whipped again, but would prefer that to going to work, if, that
is, she had any choice.
Karen held up her cup. "Go fill my cup up, slut. Then I'll hear you."
Carol smiled. "Yes, Miss Karen," she replied. Her request was being granted!
She hadn't had many opportunities to request much over the past few days, but
had learned that she was more likely to be ignored or to have her request denied
as she was to have it granted. She hurried off to the kitchen in the short,
feminine steps that Miss Karen had been training her to take.
When she returned she handed Miss Karen the coffee using both hands, as she had
been taught, and assumed her waiting position.
Miss Karen took a long sip.
"You have ten seconds. Speak." Karen looked at her watch to time the slut.
Carol drew a breath. Her voice quavered as she began. "Yes, Miss Karen. This
slut has a sister. A...little sister who was visiting...this slut when Miss
Karen, ah, when Miss Karen invited this slut over...to her house and my, er,
this slut's sister went away for a few days but might be returning soon and...
Karen held her hand up, indicating that the allotted time had expired. She had
thought the slut would never mention little sister because she didn't have the
nerve. Clearly the thought of the humiliation she was about to suffer at school
was a motivating factor to breaking the news of the existence of a little
sister. Little did slut know that she had spent hours learning how to eat pussy
on her little sister. But, Karen couldn't give her any indication of any
knowledge of Megan. Not while she could use the situation for her own purposes.
"When do you expect this...little sister back?" Karen asked as though she were
deeply perturbed.
"Um. Anytime, Miss Karen." Carol answered hopefully.
"I see. So, you held this information back from me knowing that anytime your
little sister could show up?"
"Um...I, oh, this slut didn't, ah." Carol was stammering. As much as she had
tried to come up with an excuse for not saying anything, she had been
unsuccessful.
"Uh huh." Karen muttered. "I will have to consider how you should make this up
to me. This is a complication. A MAJOR complication!" , she yelled. By the
look of fear in the slut's eyes she had pulled off another command performance,
but that was par for the course, Karen thought.
"Slutty schoolgirls should wear ponytails and violet eye shadow. Go do it."
"Yes, Miss Karen.", Carol answered nervously. She moved quickly to the small
guest bathroom which Miss Karen required her to use to apply her makeup. In
only a few minutes she was made up as she had been shown and pulled her hair
into a tight ponytail. She returned to Miss Karen for further instructions and
was sent off to school with a dismissive flick of the hand and a contemptuous
look. It did not bode well for the afternoon, but Carol's immediate concern was
how she was going to get through the school day. At least Miss Karen had
overlooked making her wear the gaudy jewelry that she had been adorned with the
past two days.
Carol picked up the small clutch containing the cellphone and a single car key
and exited the house locking herself out of her own home as she closed the door.
The little balls that were rolling around inside her while she walked were
making her knees weak. She had no clue how she was going to get through the
next hour, let alone the rest of the day. It seemed that every succeeding day
under Miss Karen's control was more difficult. At the same time, every day drew
her deeper and deeper into her submission to the woman that she was already
obeying without question. She never felt more alive, more horny, or more
willing to go to extreme measures to make someone else happy. When she got into
the car the pressure of the large anal plug pushing more deeply into her along
with the feeling of the vinyl seats against her naked ass, pussy, and legs drove
her to distraction. If only she could...no, it's best not to think of the "if
only's", she reminded herself. Concentrate on what is. It's time to drive to
work. Just do that for now. With her mind temporarily cleared, she pulled the
single key out of the clutch and started the car for the drive to work.
Karen complimented herself for her handling of the slut's announcement that she
had a little sister who might be in the area. Little did the slut know she had
been learning how to eat pussy on her little sister for the last three days.
Oh! The joyous nuances of being a superior human being, Karen thought. Slut
also was not aware that Karen had elicited a number of deeply intimate
confessions from little candi; the result of a nice cocktail of
inhibition-melting drugs and a few hours of stroking, pinching, and twisting the
little thing's flesh as encouragement. Megan had been adopted as a small baby,
so hadn't suffered any of the adjustments that older children need to make to
conform to a new family's culture. But, she had grown up knowing she was
adopted and being made to feel that she was a second rate human being because of
it. Her adoptive sister, Carol, was much older and had been an only child for
ten years before Megan arrived in the family as a baby. Carol, it turns out,
had quite a cruel streak in her when it came to the treatment of her little
sister.
Candi had told Karen through her groggy haze that her big sister had called her
"cunt licker" nearly all her life. Carol had made the poor little thing lick
her to orgasm so many times that candi couldn't even estimate a number. Their
relationship had never been good, but the abuse finally stopped when Carol got
married. candi's mother had suggested to Carol that candi could come keep her
company for a few weeks after graduating from high school. candi was surprised
to hear that she had agreed, after a few weeks of thinking about it. candi
assumed Carol simply felt guilty and couldn't think of a good enough reason to
say no to their mother. As it turned out, Carol acted as though she had been
greatly inconvenienced by candi's visit. Her attitude had led to candi's
decision to take a little side trip, and, ultimately, her capture by Karen.
Karen had also gained a significant amount of useful information about the
slut's marriage. It was generally thought to be one that was not destined for
longevity from the start. The personalities were too diverse and they seemed
not to share many interests. Candi thought Carol had married Jim only to be
able to move to Florida, where he was stationed. Candi also thought Carol had
always cheated on Jim, and had probably married him knowing his frequent
overseas deployments would give per ample opportunities to satisfy her urges for
other men. Jim apparently was a nice enough fellow, but dull.
She set her coffee mug in the sink for the slut to wash later, then padded out
to the pool for a few early morning laps in the nude.
Megan's existence had devolved into one of varying states of disorientation and
almost constant pain of one variety or another. She had no clue whether it was
night or day, what day of the week it was, or even where she was anymore. All
of her hair was gone, she had been pierced, and was being kept either bound or
caged naked in the pretty woman's home. Megan had forgotten the lady's name,
and was close to forgetting her own. The lady kept calling her "candi", and she
was getting used to it. She hadn't been fed much but was made to drink plenty
of water.
Her many piercings were healing up although they were still tender when the
rings that had been permanently installed through her skin were tugged or
twisted. The lady seemed to enjoy tormenting her in that way for some reason.
She also seemed to enjoy bringing Megan to the edge of orgasm and back over and
over and over again. Her pussy had been licked and nibbled at for hours by her
own sister. She had been horrified when she had first seen Carol led into the
room, blindfolded, and directed to lick her. It hadn't taken her long to react
to the warm tongue swirling around inside and over her pussy, and she had begun
to hope that each day would bring another long session of sweet torment. If
only she could cum...
This morning she transitioned out of the haze and into the foggy realization
that she was awake. Again she found herself in the odd hut-like cage, bound and
in real pain from the muscle cramps that greeted her each morning. She felt an
odd burning on her backside and blearily recalled a faint, distant memory of
being severely spanked...but when?, and by who? The collar around her throat
had been substituted for locking her tongue ring to her nose ring for the
purpose of keeping her quiet. She remembered how it seemed to constrict each
time she made the slightest sound. It scared her, and she kept very quiet when
it was on, which was most of the time.
Her head throbbed with the after effects of whatever she had been drugged with
the evening, or the day before. Her mouth was dry and everything seemed to
hurt. Quietly, very quietly, and softly, she began to cry. What had happened
to her, and why?
By the time Karen finished twenty laps, she was feeling horny. There was
nothing like swimming naked under the sun to get her juices flowing. She didn't
bother to towel off but instead went into the slut's house and wrapped herself
in her robe for the short trip across the lawns to her house. She needed to get
the ear piece in to surveille the slut's day and was anxious to begin another
day of fun with candi. After making sure no one would see her she made her way
home.
Carol was counting her accomplishments in small segments. She had made it to
school and parked the car, which she knew was going to be the easiest part of
the day. Next she had to walk through the parking lot to her class. Dressed as
she was, that would be bad, but worse was coming. So, she rationalized that if
she could only get to class without stopping traffic or being arrested, she
could then just worry about getting through one more part of a torturous day.
It took only a few steps before she realized just how difficult it would be to
get through the parking lot. Not because of the reactions she already was
beginning to notice on the part of students, a few parents, and some teachers,
but because of the effects of the heavy little balls rolling around inside her
pussy. She was so worried they would fall out that she had to keep her pussy
clenched tightly, which only caused them to come in contact with each other more
frequently. After ten steps she had to stop. Her knees were getting weak and
she was genuinely afraid she would fall off her heels. After so much torment
without an orgasm the effects of the things were beyond what she ever expected.
With her ass filled to the brim by the larger plug and the exposure of much of
her body to public view, she thought she might have an orgasm on the spot. Only
by not moving for a few long seconds was she able to prevent one. But, as soon
as she thought she was okay and started walking again, she had to stop. Her
nipples were becoming conspicuous as they grew and pressed lewdly against the
tightly drawn material of her blouse. She knew the tops of her white stockings
were already wet from the juices that had been flowing out of her since well
before she had left home. As this was happening, more and more people were
watching. Her breathing grew shallow and she felt as though she just couldn't
get enough breath. She took a few more steps toward the entrance, noticing how
very far away it still was.
Tom Parker looked out his office window toward the parking lot and saw Carol
Sizemore dressed in the sluttiest outfit he had ever seen in real life. He
could hardly believe his eyes. After writing her up for two consecutive days
for inappropriate attire, which had been well beyond acceptable, what Carol was
wearing now was, well, hooker attire. He didn't like being defied, but his
interest in the situation was beyond professional. His cock began to struggle
with his brain in formulating a reaction to this bizarre situation. On
Wednesday and Thursday his brain had won. Consciously, he thought there was no
way he was going to avoid trying to get some of that. That was one sexy bitch
who clearly wanted whatever she got. Maybe, he thought, he would be doing her a
favor by giving her a little satisfaction. He moved to his desk and pressed the
"speak" button on the inter office intercom. "Mary, send Carol to my office
when she comes in. She's in the lot now."
"Hmm.", Mary thought. What with all the strange goings-on these last few days
it was looking like today would be no exception. Mary walked around the counter
in the administrative office and stood by the door, where she could see Carol as
soon as she entered the school.
Just as Carol stopped again to maintain what little composure she could, she
heard someone approaching quickly from behind her. As she was turning to see
who it was, they reached up under her skirt and pinched her ass, hard. She saw
that it was Tommy Wingate, who was now passing her. He looked back with an
insolent, knowing sneer on his face. Oh, God! Carol thought. He was one of the
biggest troublemakers in the school. Many of the teachers were afraid of him,
not to mention most of the students. He knew she wasn't wearing panties! It
would be all over the school in minutes!
She stood for an excruciatingly long thirty seconds before she felt she could
try walking again. "Just get to the entrance", she told herself. With renewed
determination she stepped forward using smaller, mincing steps. It helped a
bit, but she still found herself on the brink of losing control
and...tried...to...Oh, God..."OhmyGod,", she gasped aloud as the tidal wave of a
shattering, unstoppable orgasm began to swell up from deep within her. Her
knees began to shake as she felt the crescendo building ever higher.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm.", she gasped aloud. Trying desperately to keep quiet, she bit her
lower lip as her whole body became involved in the longest, most intense,
rolling orgasm of her entire life. There was no hiding it, no concealing it.
Anyone with half a brain could see that the teacher dressed in the slutty
clothes was having an orgasm in the middle of the school parking lot. When it
finally ended she found herself bent over with her knees tightly pressed
together. Her face was hot and she couldn't catch her breath. It had been a
mind blowing orgasm. She was having a bit of trouble shaking herself out of her
reverie until she heard applause from across the parking lot. She glanced over
to see five or six girls watching her intently. They had looks of amazement and
delight on their faces. Oh! How could she do this? Oh, God! She had to get
into school!
Soon she was able to straighten herself and begin making her way toward the
entrance. When she finally got close to it that nosy, meddling bitch
administrative assistant Mary stepped out to hold the door open for her. "I
have a message for you!", Mary announced as though she were singing a song.
"Straight to Mr. Parker's office!"
Carol had been called into Tom Parker's office the last two days and given
verbal warnings, but he hadn't sent her home. She wished now that he would.
She couldn't be blamed for that. Miss Karen wouldn't whip her for...well, she
might. She could.
When she entered his office he was sitting behind his desk, pretending to read a
memo. Carol despised the man. He had rated her at seventy percent
effectiveness not because her student's test scores were off or the quality of
her work was suspect, but because he would have taught her class differently.
At least that was his explanation. He was a fat, balding bureaucrat who was
about a spineless as a...
"Good morning, Carol.", he said without looking up.
"Good morning, Tom.", she replied politely, if a bit breathlessly.
"Close the door, please.", he said evenly.
That was unusual, Carol knew. He relied on Mary so much to back him up that it
was almost unbelievable that he would put her out of rescue range by having
Carol close the door. She turned and pushed the door gently closed.
"Lock it.", he said before she turned back. "Hmm.", Carol thought. "What is up
with that?" She quietly turned the deadbolt lock then stepped back in front of
his desk.
He was looking her up one side and down the other, she noted without surprise.
"He probably has a little hard-on going behind that desk.", she told herself.
"I have a real problem, Carol. I need to do something about your...well,
defiance of my instructions to you. Didn't I tell you that you had better be
dressed appropriately this morning? Or else?"
"Uh, yes, Tom. You did."
"And?"
"And? Well, this is what I wore. Sue me!" She quickly regretted saying it.
She wondered if Miss Karen had heard it. Her instructions were to avoid
conflict and she knew she had just goaded the bastard. "I'm sorry.", she added
before he could reply.
"I'll be blunt, Carol. I am trying to figure out how I can avoid writing you up
and going to the superintendent to get a suspension."
It almost sounded akin to hearing a child's threat to hold his breath. This man
had no idea that Carol's life had transcended into matters that were well beyond
worries for her job. She liked it and wanted to keep it, but was more worried
about getting through the entire day without being totally humiliated and/or
whipped when she got home.
"I...I don't know what to say, Tom. What other options are there? I would,
well. I'd hate for you to have to do that."
He seemed to be feigning deep thought, which told Carol that he obviously had a
plan. Being the coward that he was, she correctly assumed he would need some
help from her before getting to the point.
"Well, I was wondering if you had any suggestions. The problem is we've
overspent our budget for substitutes, as you are aware, and the superintendent
would have my ass if I brought one in on the last day of school. So, that's
out."
Deep inside, Carol was seething. She knew she was going to be giving this
scumbag a blowjob. She just knew it! She decided to call his bluff. "Maybe
you could take my class and send me home?"
He smiled nervously, looking directly at her breasts. "Nah. I've got three
meetings today with, ah, with the custodians and the administrative staff. That
just wouldn't work."
"Well, maybe I could...do something for you? Do you need any, favors or,
anything?" Carol was not even aware that she was rocking from side to side,
enjoying the feel of the slight movement the balls made inside her pussy.
Tom was no moron. But, he was scared shitless. This was a career ender. It
was also a dream come true. He had the bitch. "Maybe you should come over here
for a second.", he suggested, motioning her around the desk.
Carol moved as Miss Karen had been teaching her. "Arch the back and swing the
hips in the most subtle, enticing way.", she remembered her saying. She stepped
around the desk and moved close up to the sleazy man.
He turned toward her, pushing his glasses up on his nose. He reached up with
both hands and slid them up her outer thighs to the waistband of her skirt. No
panties!
Carol leaned forward, resting her left hand on the right arm of his office
chair, and reaching down with her right hand for his crotch. She leaned in
close, almost pressing her cleavage into his face. As she guessed, he was hard.
She remembered, as though it were permanently seared into her mind, Miss Karen's
lessons on "The Penis". She recalled the humiliation of being made to practice
what she was being taught by using her rubber dildo at home, with the threat of
a whipping as incentive, while Miss Karen supervised.
She had learned to disassociate the penis from the individual it was attached
to, and to concentrate on milking it of it's reward. "Greed and speed" were the
words Miss Karen had used to characterize the proper mental attitude in
performing oral sex on "the penis".
She was expected to demonstrate a lust and hunger for ejaculate that resulted in
a speedy orgasm which then preserved time to satisfy additional penises. The
techniques were universal for all cocks, with some preferring more or less
pressure or speed to bring about their release, depending on individual
sensitivity.
She knelt between his legs to unzip his fly. She was surprised to note that she
did feel a genuine hunger and lust for his penis, even though she reviled him.
It was a fat, stubby cock, much like the one that was firmly embedded in her
ass. When she got it freed, she quickly descended on it, enveloping it in her
hot mouth and following the sequence of actions Miss Karen had taught her.
After years of thinking she was a good cocksucker it had been a revelation to
her that she may not have been as good as she could have been. She had never
heard a complaint, not since her first one, when she was fourteen.
This was the first cock she would get to try Miss Karen's teachings on. She
remembered the need to moan and groan as though sucking the cock was the most
pleasurable experience to be had on the face of the earth. So, she sighed
heavily as she swirled her tongue slowly but firmly all around the underside of
the thing. Sure enough, it was aroused all the more and lengthened a bit.
After a few seconds of this treatment she carefully pressed her lips all around
it's circumference and began to bob her head up and down, slowly covering the
distance between the cock's base and it's head. She made a few slurping sounds
and began to breath heavily, though not out of design but out of desire. She
loved cocks, she truly did. This fat little guy filled her mouth nicely and was
uniquely suited for sucking. He wouldn't have been much fun to fuck, but this
was nice.
Carol felt her skirt being pulled up over her hips, exposing her naked ass
completely as she worked the principal's cock with genuine enthusiasm. He was
taking full advantage of his opportunity to have his way with her, as she might
have expected. Soon he was reaching under to cop a feel of her breasts, pulling
them out of the buttonless blouse and rolling her nipples in his fat fingers.
Carol couldn't help but react. She thought no woman, at least a straight one,
could keep from getting worked up in circumstances like this. Here she was, a
mature, professional teacher wearing a whorish schoolgirl outfit, on her knees,
sucking the principal (in his office, for that matter) while he felt her up.
She started rotating her hips and clenching her pussy to get those heavy little
balls vibrating again. This was starting to feel good.
Tom Parker was feeling good, too. He grasped Carol's ponytail with his right
hand while he tugged and twisted her right nipple with his left. She was living
up to his wildest fantasies about what kind of cocksucking bitch she would be.
She loved it! He pushed and pulled on her ponytail to control the rhythm and
started whispering "suck it, bitch!" repeatedly as he felt himself approaching
the point of no return. There was no sense in dragging it out. Every second
counted. He knew Mary was paying very close attention to the amount of time
Carol spent behind closed doors in his office. In seven years he had never done
that with any employee other than the superintendent or members of the school
board. He wouldn't be surprised if the had her ear pressed to the door. "Suck
it, bitch!", he said a little louder.
Carol knew the bastard was close so she doubled her efforts, increasing the
suction as well as the speed of her tongue as it swirled around and under his
cock with each descending movement. Now she was making a lot of noise; her
slurping, sucking, and moans of genuine pleasure had blended into an arousing
cacophony that even affected her. His body was beginning to tense up as he
pushed down hard on the back of her head, forcing her nose through his fly and
embedding it deeply into his wiry pubic hair. She pressed her lips tightly
around the thick base of his cock and began milking it by pulling upward on the
underside of it with her tongue while trying to maintain a high degree of
constant suction. She wasn't going to lose a drop of his cum. Carol had
always liked having the residue of a man's orgasm coating the back of her
throat. The taste varied and couldn't always be counted upon to be pleasant,
but it's presence beyond her tongue tended to cause her to want more. She
almost thought it to be an aphrodisiac and savored it whenever she could.
Tom felt the explosion coming and grasped Carol on both sides of her head to
prevent her from withdrawing at the last second. His hips bucked involuntarily
a couple of times and he couldn't help but gasp out loud as the first jets shot
forcefully into the mouth of the young teacher. She seemed to be gobbling
hungrily at his cock as it continued to supply her with fresh sperm. He could
feel her swallowing it as fast as it was coming out, and was amazed that she
took every drop as though it tasted like chocolate. Carol Sizemore really was a
whore...the slut of his wildest imagination! He had heard rumors that she ran
around on her husband, but, this!
When she heard the door unlatch Mary noted that eight minutes and forty three
seconds had passed. She looked over to see Carol walking out the same way she
had walked in...those little steps were strange, but maybe she still had that
thing in her...well. Her hair was mussed up and, well, she really didn't know
anything. She smiled. "Everything okay?", she inquired.
"Uh, huh." Carol answered before making her way through the admin office door to
head for her homeroom class. "Oh, God.", she thought. "Just make it to class."
