AUTHOR = Switch Blayde
E-MAIL = switch_blayde@hotmail.com
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AUTHOR's NOTE - © 2002 by Switch Blayde. All Rights Reserved. Copying, Duplicating, Downloading, Reposting, or use in any way, other than for the reader's personal enjoyment, is STRICTLY prohibited without the written consent of the author. Main characters: Amy Johnson (19) & Mrs. Jane Blair (36). Amy loathes her former teacher and is blackmailing her. EDITOR's NOTE - Part one of this story can be found at: Part 1. |
Chapter 4
Mrs. Blair sat nervously in Amy's apartment. She had received another note from her former student and was told to pay her a visit. She arrived at the specified time, but Amy wasn't ready so the teacher was told to wait in the living room. It was the same room where Mrs. Blair had watched the video Amy was using to blackmail her, and also where she had been forced to perform the despicable acts of kissing and sucking Amy's feet and licking her pussy.
When Amy entered the room, Mrs. Blair was wringing her hands in her lap. She looked up at Amy, but didn't say anything as the young girl sat down on the couch.
"I had fun the other day," Amy said, taunting her former teacher.
"I can't believe you made me do such a disgusting thing," Mrs. Blair replied, totally humiliated.
"Which disgusting thing was that? Kissing my feet or my pussy?" Amy said smiling, enjoying how uncomfortable the older woman was.
"Both," was Mrs. Blair's terse reply.
"I guess I don't think pussy eating is disgusting," Amy said, purposefully leaving out the foot kissing to emphasize that that was disgusting. She then added, "Well, doing it to another girl is pretty disgusting. I sure wouldn't do that." Mrs. Blair glared at her tormentor who had just admitted she made her do something she wouldn't do herself. "But I think your problem is that you are too uptight about sex."
"Amy, what am I doing here?"
"I was just getting to that. You were my teacher and, although you treated me like shit, you did teach me things. So I thought I would repay you by becoming your teacher."
"What could you possibly teach me?" the well-educated woman exclaimed.
"About sex, silly," Amy said with a giggle.
"I don't want to learn about your perverted ways. I'm very happy with my sex life, thank you."
"You have boring sex and do it once a month... that's only 12 times a year. Do you even enjoy having sex?"
"It's none of your business but, if you must know, it is a wife's duty."
"So you don't get any pleasure from it?"
"It's not supposed to be enjoyable for the woman."
"Who told you that bullshit?!" Amy said, incredulously.
"My mother, and the church, and... well, every decent woman knows that."
"You've never had an orgasm, have you?"
"Women don't have orgasms, men do. God gave men the orgasm to propagate."
"Well, Mrs. Blair, I now know what your first lesson will be. From now on I'm the teacher and you're my student. The subject is Sex Education. Take all your clothes off."
"What? You can't be serious. You want me to strip naked in front of you?"
"Look, Mrs. Blair, I've already seen you naked. Remember the video? And you've seen me partly naked... real close in fact." Mrs. Blair blushed at that comment. "I don't want to have to keep repeating myself. I have the videotape so you'll do as I say... whatever I say... and whenever I say. Now, strip!!"
Mrs. Blair began to remove the frumpy clothes that masked her gorgeous body. Amy watched silently, but enjoyed immensely the control she had over the older woman, her former teacher. As each article of clothing was discarded, Amy was more and more impressed with Mrs. Blair's body. She wondered why she hid her charms. When the teacher was down to her bra and panties she stood still, embarrassed to go any further.
"That is the ugliest underwear I ever saw," Amy teased her. "You sure have a nice body though. Now, get those ugly things off so I can see the rest of you."
Mrs. Blair reached behind her and unclasped her bra. She automatically held it to her chest, but when she saw the look Amy gave her she removed it. Amy nodded her head and Mrs. Blair stuck her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and dragged them down her legs. Totally naked, she covered her breasts with her forearm and her pussy with her other hand.
"Put your hands to your sides," Amy ordered.
Mrs. Blair did as she was told. After all, she didn't have a choice. She stood completely naked in front of her former student while Amy looked her over. Mrs. Blair wanted to dig a hole and climb into it. It was unbelievably humiliating for the woman to be standing naked before a younger, fully dressed girl, while she stared at her body.
"Sit next to me," Amy commanded.
Mrs. Blair complied and sat down on the couch. She kept her thighs pressed together and was about to put her hands in her lap over her pussy, but knew that Amy would protest so she kept them at her sides. Amy moved closer to the woman.
"Masturbate for me," Amy told the nervous teacher.
"I-I don't do that," Mrs. Blair admitted.
"What? You never masturbate? I can't believe that!" the astonished girl cried out.
"It's a sin to touch yourself there... to feel pleasure," Mrs. Blair explained.
"Mrs. Blair, you're one fucked up lady. I may be doing you a favor. You don't know what you've been missing. Spread your legs." When Mrs. Blair's knees parted only slightly, Amy said more forcefully, "I said spread your legs! And I mean really apart!"
Mrs. Blair's knees slowly moved apart and, to Amy's enjoyment, kept going. It was apparent that the older woman was afraid of her and did what she insisted, even if reluctant. Mrs. Blair felt totally humiliated, exposing herself to the young girl. Soon her legs were obscenely spread.
"Wet your pointer finger," Amy instructed, "...yeah, stick it in your mouth and moisten it. Okay, now hold your pussy apart with your other hand." With one finger in her mouth, Mrs. Blair used the thumb and forefinger on her other hand to spread her pussy open. She felt so vulnerable and embarrassed. "Good, now put your wet finger on your clitoris and gently rub it in little circles."
Mrs. Blair was mortified. She was going to masturbate which was a sin but, worse yet, she was going to do it in front of her former student. Her wet finger located the little nubbin at the top of her vagina and began slowly rubbing it. She felt sick, violating her body in front of Amy, and thought she would faint. But she feared the young girl and did as she was told. Her wet finger kept going around in circles, rubbing and rubbing her little clit.
Although still ashamed, Mrs. Blair began feeling something else. When her husband made love to her, she sometimes felt the feeling "down there", but he'd only push his penis in and out of her no more than 10 times and orgasm. The "feeling" was short-lived and went away as soon as he pulled his softening penis out. But now that her fingers continued to titillate her clitoris, the feeling didn't go away... in fact, it got stronger. Without even realizing it, Mrs. Blair began moving her finger with more resolve.
Amy noticed it and smiled. Mrs. Blair began breathing more heavily as her hand moved between her legs. Sweat formed on her brow and her body warmed. Soon her hips were slightly jerking as her fingers sped up. And then it hit her. Mrs. Blair's hand grabbed her pussy and squeezed it tight while her thighs snapped together. Her eyes closed and she let out a little squeal as her first ever orgasm sent waves of pleasure through her body. Amy sat back and watched her former teacher almost pass out.
"What happened?" Mrs. Blair asked when she was able to speak.
"You came... had an orgasm," Amy informed her. "And you said women don't have orgasms. Ha!! You sure had a doozie."
"You made me. Oh god, that was a sin," Mrs. Blair cried and then cupped her face in her hands. But as soon as her wet sticky palm touched her face she quickly pulled it away and stared at it.
"Pussy juice," Amy explained. "Looks like a lot of it too. You could be one hot slut if you let your hair down, Mrs. Blair."
The teacher began sobbing, ashamed that she orgasmed... confused about the feeling... humiliated that Amy witnessed it.
"You got me so hot that I want you to eat me again," Amy said, removing her clothes. She spread her legs and told Mrs. Blair to get on her knees on the floor. "Lick me real good... you know how. Hee-hee. And play with your pussy while you do it. You know how to do that now too. Rub your clit while you lick my pussy."
Mrs. Blair knew it was useless to protest so she did as she was told. Her face was between the younger girl's spread thighs, her tongue licking and probing Amy's pussy. Her own fingers were between her legs, rubbing her clit. She hated putting her tongue in Amy's pussy, but for some reason it wasn't as bad as the last time. In fact, her body was aroused. Of course it was her titillation of her own pussy that was turning her on.
Amy enjoyed the pussy licking her former teacher was giving her. She didn't mind too much that the tongue belonged to a woman. What difference did it make to her? A tongue was a tongue and she didn't have to reciprocate. Now that would have been disgusting to her... to lick another woman's pussy. The thought sent shivers up her spine but then she smiled knowing that Mrs. Blair felt the same way, if not even more adverse to doing it. But soon her smile faded as her face tensed with the pleasure she was experiencing. She suddenly climaxed, pulling the older woman's face into her crotch.
When Amy opened her eyes she saw that Mrs. Blair was still diddling her clit. She was sitting on the floor with her legs spread, rubbing her clit with two fingers. Amy leaned forward and put her elbows on her knees and cupped her chin in her palms as she watched her former teacher masturbate. Mrs. Blair looked up at Amy, but couldn't seem to stop her fingers from bringing herself pleasure. She averted her eyes away from the young girl staring down at her, but kept rubbing her clit. Soon her thighs clenched together, trapping her hand between them, as she came again.
"Bravo, bravo," Amy shouted and clapped, "you're learning fast."
Mrs. Blair turned three shades of red and felt humiliated.
"Suck your fingers and lick your palm," Amy told her. "You've tasted my pussy, now taste your own."
Mrs. Blair looked up at the smiling girl and then at her hand. It was covered with her own slime. With a great deal of shame, the prim and proper teacher, wife, and mother sucked her pussy juices off her fingers and then licked her palm clean. The taste of both pussies was in her mouth. She dry heaved a few times at the thought, but then composed herself.
"Okay, Mrs. Blair, you can leave," Amy informed her.
Mrs. Blair silently got dressed and left Amy's apartment. Her shoulders slumped as she felt her shame.
Chapter 5
Mrs. Blair was at the mall after school, waiting for Amy. She was afraid of the girl, but at least they would be in a public place and Amy couldn't do the debasing things she did when they were alone in her apartment. Amy arrived and told Mrs. Blair to follow her. The older woman walked alongside her former student in silence. Then she felt Amy grab her arm and drag her into a store. She gasped when she saw all the sexy lingerie on display -- things sluts like Amy wore.
"It's time you dressed properly," Amy said with a glint in her eye.
Mrs. Blair mindlessly followed the younger girl around the store. As Amy picked items off the racks, the teacher looked at the other customers. The store catered to teenage girls and was filled with them. Occasionally, Mrs. Blair would notice a woman her age and determined it was the mother of one of the teenagers. Then she realized that people must have thought she was Amy's mother.
"Okay, Mrs. Blair, let's try these on," Amy startled her by speaking after such a long silence. "I want to see what it looks like so make sure you come out and show me," the young girl said as she sat down outside the fitting room.
Mrs. Blair grabbed the bundle of clothes and briskly walked into a vacant changing room. She couldn't believe she was being bossed around by a teenager. But she obediently put the clothes down on the bench and picked up the first garment. It was a red skirt. Mrs. Blair held it up in her hands and knew it was much too short for her. She grabbed all the clothes and went outside to talk to Amy.
"This skirt is too short," the older woman whispered, afraid someone would overhear.
"Never mind, just put it on and show me," Amy said loud enough for several people to look their way.
Mrs. Blair turned red and scurried back to the safety of the changing room. She removed her dress and pulled the skirt up her legs. It was snug around her hips but, with a little effort, she was able to fasten it. The teacher looked into the mirror and gasped. The skirt was 6 inches above her knees and very tight. She couldn't go out dressed like that... Amy must have picked the wrong size. Mrs. Blair covered her body with her dress and peeked out the changing room door to get Amy's attention.
The young girl saw her waving and stormed into the changing area. When Mrs. Blair told her the skirt was too short, Amy grabbed the older woman's dress from her hands and told her it wasn't. Then she went back to her seat, carrying Mrs. Blair's dress with her.
Mrs. Blair was left standing in her bra and the short skirt. She peeked out again but Amy just waved for her to come out. What was Mrs. Blair to do? But Amy gave her no choice. The teacher went to the bench and picked up the top Amy selected -- it was a tube top. She pulled it over her head and looked in the mirror. It also looked a size too small and ended just below her breasts. Also, since it basically wrapped around her body, her bra straps showed on her shoulders. She couldn't go out with her bra showing. Reluctantly, Mrs. Blair put the top on braless. She saw the little points of her nipples pushing the clingy material out and even saw the shadow of her dark areoles through the white color.
Mrs. Blair walked out of the changing area, staying as close to the wall to keep others from seeing. When she reached the entrance she tried to get Amy to come to her, but the girl just indicated for her to step into the main part of the store. Mrs. Blair walked into the open area very self-conscious, dressed like a teenage slut.
Amy told her to climb onto the platform by the mirror viewing area. Mrs. Blair now saw her reflection from multiple angles. She was very uncomfortable in the clothes.
"Cool, Mrs. Blair."
The teacher heard her name and spun around. One of her students was looking up at her and smiling.
"Who's that?" the woman she was with asked.
"She's one of my teachers, Mom."
The mother gave Mrs. Blair a dirty look and pulled her daughter away, leaning over and saying something to her. Mrs. Blair thought she was going to die of embarrassment. Amy turned Mrs. Blair this way and that, allowing a lot of others to see her, and then pulled her into the changing room. Mrs. Blair was relieved to be in a secluded area again.
"Looks great!" Amy said exuberantly.
"What? Are you kidding? I can't wear clothes like this!"
"Of course you can." Then Amy looked at the bench and said, "But you forgot the new panties I chose."
Mrs. Blair hadn't even noticed the underwear. She was flustered and confused. Amy handed her the lingerie and told her to put it on. Mrs. Blair tried to protest, but her blackmailer was insistent. Mrs. Blair pulled her short tight skirt up a little and reached underneath, removing her old fashioned panties. She held the thong in front of her to determine which the front was, and then stepped into them. When they were in place, Mrs. Blair stood up.
"Okay, let's go," Amy said.
"Go? Where?"
"Time to pay. I already had the salesgirl remove the tags... I just knew they would look great on you."
"I-I can't go out dressed like this."
"Sure you can, Mrs. Blair, you look sexy for once."
Without warning, Amy dragged the older woman out of the changing area and into the main part of the store. They didn't stop until they were in the front where the cash register was. Amy was holding Mrs. Blair's purse and fished out her credit card, handing it to the salesgirl. Mrs. Blair dutifully signed the receipt and followed Amy out of the store and into the mall where many people were walking about. She didn't even realize that her old underwear and dress were left in the changing room.
Mrs. Blair noticed everyone's head turning as they passed. She was very conspicuous, dressed like a teenage slut. It was also obvious who was in charge -- the young girl. Mrs. Blair was constantly checking to see if she recognized anyone in the mall. She wondered what the repercussions were going to be with her student's mother and student seeing her in the store.
Mrs. Blair was pulled into a shoe store and led to a seat. A young salesman saw them enter and immediately ran over to them. Amy told him what she wanted and he disappeared into the back. Meanwhile, Mrs. Blair kept pulling her short tight skirt down as it continued to ride up her thighs.
Soon, the salesman returned with several boxes of shoes. He sat on the little stool and opened the first box. Mrs. Blair's eyes opened wide when she saw the 4 inch heel on the red shoe. The salesman began taking Mrs. Blair's old shoe off, but she pulled her leg back. She just knew that if her foot was lifted, he would be able to see under her skirt. The man looked up in surprise.
"Mrs. Blair, let the gentleman help you," Amy said in a condescending tone which made the salesman look at the young girl who was giving the older woman orders.
Mrs. Blair didn't move until Amy whispered into her ear. Then her foot slowly rose until the salesman grabbed it by her heel and slid her old shoe off. He tried to be cunning, but both women saw him peek up Mrs. Blair's short skirt. Amy smiled and Mrs. Blair turned as red as the new skirt.
When both red shoes were on her feet, Mrs. Blair tried to stand up on the unfamiliar heels. She lost her balance and fell onto her seat. Her knees parted and the salesman, still sitting on the stool, was at eye level with her crotch... and he saw it all -- her tiny thong panties covering part of her pussy and disappearing between her ass-cheeks. Her abundance of dark pubic hair was visible. He picked up the top of the box and held it over his lap as he adjusted his hard-on. Amy grinned when she observed him.
Mrs. Blair wobbled around the store trying out the new shoes. She felt very uncomfortable in them but they were the correct size. She told Amy that they fit, but Amy insisted the teacher try on every pair the salesman had brought out. Each time a shoe was removed, or one was put on, the salesman saw up Mrs. Blair's skirt. And when she stood up, he was rewarded with another crotch-shot. Mrs. Blair was aware of his stares, but there was nothing she could do about it.
When Mrs. Blair returned after walking around on the last pair, she sat in her chair, tugging on the short tight skirt that kept riding up her thighs. Amy whispered something in her ear and Mrs. Blair shook her head from side to side, her eyes wide in panic. Amy leaned over again and said something else. Mrs. Blair went pale as she slowly turned back to the salesman.
The salesman grabbed the heel of the shoe Mrs. Blair was wearing and slid it off her foot. Her leg hung in the air for a moment and then she stretched it out and dropped her bare foot onto the man's groin. Startled, he looked up at the woman but Mrs. Blair surprised him even more by rubbing her foot against the bulge in his pants. The salesman frantically looked around to see if anyone was watching, but didn't remove Mrs. Blair's foot. She was wanking him with her bare foot, even wiggling her toes against his cock.
Amy kept whispering in Mrs. Blair's ear that she was a slut who really turned on the salesman. It was only right that she fix the problem she caused in his pants. She was a slut... she was dressed like a slut... and now she was acting like a slut.
Mrs. Blair listened to her former student belittle her while her foot massaged a stranger's cock through his pants. She also knew that while her leg was raised to rub her foot against his cock, he was able to see up her skirt. And since the panties she was wearing were almost nonexistent, he could see more than any man, other than her husband, had ever seen.
The salesman suddenly grabbed Mrs. Blair's ankle and pulled her foot towards him. He pressed it against his crotch as he humped her foot. Mrs. Blair was frantically looking around the store to see if anyone was watching the spectacle. Amy was gloating as she watched her former teacher and the salesman. Then the salesman grunted and grabbed Mrs. Blair's foot real tight as he flooded his pants with his semen.
When he released Mrs. Blair's foot, she quickly pulled it back. Amy told the salesman that they'd take the first shoes Mrs. Blair had tried on and she'd wear them. He looked up at them with a sheepish grin on his face. Mrs. Blair was beet-red, totally embarrassed. The salesman put the first pair back on, not even hiding the fact that he was staring up her skirt. In fact, the salesman even lifted her extended foot up and out so that he would get a better look. Mrs. Blair paid for the new shoes and left the store, desperately trying to balance herself on the high heels without drawing attention to herself.
"One more stop," Amy informed her.
Together they headed for a department store and the cosmetic department. Amy gave the cosmetician instructions. The cosmetician looked at Mrs. Blair for confirmation for two reasons. First, it was odd that the young girl would be telling the older woman what to do and, second, she couldn't believe someone of Mrs. Blair's age would want makeup applied so thickly. But then again, it matched the way she was dressed.
Once it was resolved, Mrs. Blair sat back while the cosmetician applied the makeup, putting it on like a teenager would. No, not just a teenager, but a tramp.
When Mrs. Blair's makeover was done, the two walked around the mall. Mrs. Blair sulked each time a woman snickered at her. But the men were worse, staring and propositioning her. And Amy made sure they rode up and down the escalator often. Mrs. Blair tried not to, but she'd glance behind her to see guys of all ages looking up her skirt. She kept tugging at it, but it was just too short to cover anything.
Mrs. Blair soon had a following. About a dozen men were walking behind her and Amy. Amy pulled Mrs. Blair's purse from her grasp and made believe she was looking for something inside. She pulled out the lipstick and told Mrs. Blair that she was going to drop it and explained exactly how she wanted the older woman to pick it up. When the lipstick was on the floor, Mrs. Blair bent from the waist, keeping her knees straight, and picked up the little object. The teacher, wife, and mother felt the short tight skirt ride up her thighs as she bent over. Then she felt cool air on her buttocks. She knew what the men behind her were seeing -- her bare ass with a strip of material covering her crack and, between her legs, her pussy encased in a tiny piece of fabric. When she stood upright she looked down and her skirt had ridden almost to her crotch. She quickly tugged it down, feeling her whole body flush with embarrassment.
Amy told her to call her husband and tell him she'd be home late. Mrs. Blair informed her that he was out of town which illuminated the young girl's face. She told Mrs. Blair to tell her kids that she'd be late and to have dinner without her, and not to worry if she got home after they were in bed.
Amy had Mrs. Blair drive her car behind Amy's and they ended up in Amy's apartment. While Mrs. Blair nervously waited, Amy made some phone calls. Returning, Amy told Mrs. Blair that they'd take the teacher's car, but Amy would drive. Mrs. Blair asked where they were going, but Amy just smiled and led her out; still walking unsteadily on her 4 inch heels.
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