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 - Previous parts to this story can be found at: Part 1 and Part 2. |
Chapter 6
Mrs. Blair felt very uncomfortable riding as a passenger in her own car dressed like a teenage slut. She glanced over at Amy who was driving and completely ignoring her former teacher. Mrs. Blair repeatably queried as to where they were going, but Amy was tightlipped. Mrs. Blair was very nervous, especially after Amy had humiliated the teacher in public at the mall.
"Stop messing with your skirt," were the first words Amy spoke in the car.
"It's too short and tight. It keeps riding up," the prudish teacher explained.
"Mrs. Blair, if I'm going to be your Sex Ed teacher, then you will have to do exactly as I say."
"I don't want you to teach me anything," Mrs. Blair snapped back.
"It's not your choice. So, do you understand? You will do anything and everything I tell you to do. Is that clear?"
"Wh-What are you going to tell me to do?" the anxious teacher asked.
"I don't know yet, but I'm sure you aren't going to like it."
"I'm not your slave. I don't.... YYAAAAAA!!!!"
Amy abruptly made a U-turn in the road, causing several cars to hit their brakes and/or swerve to avoid a crash. Mrs. Blair's scream was heard above the screeching tires and loud horns.
"Fine, then we're going back to my apartment," Amy said in an irritated tone. "You can drop me off and go home. You want to be free, then so be it. But we'll see how free you feel in jail when I drop the videotape at the police station."
Mrs. Blair's scream was even louder than when Amy recklessly made her turn. Tears streaked down the teacher's face as she pleaded with her former student not to give the tape to anyone. She begged, humbling herself further.
"You only have one choice," Amy said, pulling the car to the curb and stopping, "and that's to do whatever I tell you to. I never thought of it as you being a slave, but that's what you are. You are my slave. Slaves do whatever their master... um, mistress in this case, tells them to or else they get punished. I will give you one more chance... but it's your last. Will you become my slave? Do whatever I say... whenever and wherever?"
Mrs. Blair kept brushing the tears from her cheeks but they kept being replaced by new ones. Her former student controlled her life... she truly was Amy's slave. But how could she agree to do anything Amy told her to do? She has already seen how sick the young girl was. But Amy had the tape which would ruin her life. She'd lose her job, her husband, her kids, and her freedom. She was caught between the proverbial "rock and hard place". All these thoughts passed through Mrs. Blair's mind and she finally came to the only conclusion she could.
"Okay Amy, you win," Mrs. Blair said, defeated.
"What are you?" Amy asked.
"Your slave."
"And you'll do anything I tell you to?"
"Yes."
"Whenever?"
"Yes."
"And wherever?"
"Yes."
"Mrs. Blair, you're a teacher. How do teachers determine if their students have learned the material?"
"Um, they give tests."
"That's right. So get ready for your first test."
Amy floored the gas pedal, burning rubber as she pulled away from the curb. She turned the steering wheel hard, causing the rear wheels to spin out as she made another unsafe U-turn. Amy laughed at the older woman's screams.
"Once they were driving normally, Amy said, "Pull your skirt up so that I can see your panties." Mrs. Blair knew not to argue and did as the young girl ordered. "Okay, pull your panties to one side and play with your clit." Amy glanced over at her former teacher doing what she ordered. "Hey, didn't you learn anything?" Amy almost shouted, causing Mrs. Blair to stop touching herself and look at the girl. "Wet your finger first... it'll feel much better." Amy watched Mrs. Blair stick her finger in her mouth and then once again rub her clit. "Now keep doing that... no matter what. Do you understand, no matter what."
Mrs. Blair nodded her head and continued to masturbate in the passenger seat of her own car while her former student drove. She was thankful that it was dark and people in other cars couldn't see in.
"Don't stop... no matter what. Okay?" Amy stated again.
Mrs. Blair kept holding her thong panties aside with one hand while rubbing her clit with a finger from her other hand. Her tight skirt had risen to her hips and she was completely exposed. She was again thankful that the darkness cloaked her. But then her eyes squinted as the bright lights flooded the car. Mrs. Blair looked up and saw that they were pulling into a gas station. She instinctively pulled her hand away and started pulling her skirt down.
"I didn't tell you to stop," Amy scolded the older woman.
"B-But it's...."
"But nothing. Get back to doing what you were doing and don't stop... no matter what!"
Mrs. Blair knew she didn't have a choice. This was her test. She pulled her skirt back up and adjusted her panties, resuming her masturbation. She kept looking around, no longer shielded by darkness. She felt so exposed and humiliated.
Amy pulled to the "full service" row and stopped the car next to a gas pump. An attendant quickly came out of the building to assist her.
"Evening, Miss. How much ga...?" the attendant began, but froze with his mouth open when he saw Mrs. Blair through the window.
"Don't mind her," Amy said with a chuckle, "she's just a slut. Fill it up."
Mrs. Blair desperately wanted to pull her skirt down, but she knew that Amy would release the tape if she did. She kept holding her panties aside and rubbing her clit while the gas attendant stared at her. She was so embarrassed. But when she heard what Amy called her, she felt cheap too.
While the gas was being pumped, the attendant spent a great deal of time washing the windshield. His hand moved back and forth over the same area as his eyes were locked between Mrs. Blair's legs. Amy noticed with a chuckle that he neglected to clean her side of the windshield.
When the clicking sound indicated the gas had stopped pumping, the attendant reluctantly walked to the back of the car and finished up. He came to Amy's window and asked for payment, but his eyes were focused on Mrs. Blair all the time. Amy gave him Mrs. Blair's credit card which he rang up on the portable POS (point of sale) device and then she passed the paper to her former teacher to sign. While Mrs. Blair was busy signing the receipt, Amy leaned closer to the attendant and asked him something. His eyes got real big, and then he nodded.
"Get out of the car, Mrs. Blair," Amy said, "and don't bother pulling your skirt down."
Mrs. Blair was embarrassed. Not only did she let the stranger watch her masturbate, but they had used her credit card with her name on it. And now she had to get out of the car with her skirt up around her hips. But she didn't have a choice and got out of the car. She quickly looked down and saw that her panties were partially visible... and she hadn't readjusted her thong so part of her pussy was too. She also knew that a lot of her ass-cheeks would be on display, so she leaned up against the car.
Amy walked around the car and took Mrs. Blair's hand. She led the older woman through the gas station towards the side of the building. Mrs. Blair still found it difficult to walk on the 4 inch heels, but she managed, occasionally losing her balance. She could only imagine what she looked like -- dressed like a slut, being pulled by a girl young enough to be her daughter, wobbling about on 4 inch heels, and her skirt bunched up around her hips. Mrs. Blair looked over her shoulder and noticed the attendant was staring at her butt... and he was following them. When they got to the side of the building, Mrs. Blair felt a little better since it was out of the bright lights. But she was apprehensive, not knowing what Amy was planning. Soon her question was answered.
"This gentleman did such a good job on the window that I think he deserves a tip," Amy told her former teacher. "And you're gonna give it to him."
Mrs. Blair stared at Amy and then the attendant. She looked for her purse but it was still in the car. She was confused and it must have shown on her face.
"I told the nice man that you would give him a blow-job," Amy said. The shock on Mrs. Blair's face was evident. "Get down on your knees, Mrs. Blair, and get ready for your next lesson."
Mrs. Blair didn't want to beg in front of the attendant so she whispered in Amy's ear that she couldn't possibly do what she told her to. Amy leaned back and slapped her former teacher across the face. It wasn't hard, but the surprise caused Mrs. Blair to jump back. The attendant just stared wide-eyed as the young girl hit a woman old enough to be her mother.
"Well, slave, have you forgotten already?" Amy said to Mrs. Blair's embarrassment. "Get down on your knees and give this nice man a blow-job or else...."
Mrs. Blair was in shock. After all that had happened to her, she was now being asked to touch another man's penis... and put it in her mouth. She considered fleeing and running into the street in front of a speeding car to kill herself and end her suffering, but then the thought of the tapes being released crossed her mind. She was trapped. If the tapes got out her family would be humiliated. God knows how it would psychologically affect her kids. She did the only thing she could -- she dropped to her knees on the dirty concrete floor.
The attendant quickly opened his pants and let his clothes fall to his ankles. His cock was already hard and pointed menacingly at the prim and proper teacher, wife, and mother. Mrs. Blair didn't really know what to do. She had heard of blow-jobs but had never done or seen one. When she felt Amy give her a little kick on her hip, she lifted her shaking hand.
Mrs. Blair touched the first cock in her life, other than when she had bathed her son when he was little. Even back then she felt uncomfortable doing it. Although she was humiliated, the attendant's cock didn't feel bad. She considered her options... she didn't have any. Mrs. Blair opened her mouth and leaned forward, surrounding the man's cock but not touching it. Then she resigned to the fact that she was going to do it and closed her lips around the cock. She felt the soft skin covering the hard dick against her lips. She just stayed like that not knowing what to do. When saliva built up in her mouth she swallowed, causing her tongue to move along the underside of the stranger's cock.
The attendant got impatient and grabbed Mrs. Blair's head, moving it back and forth. This caused her mouth to slide up and down the shaft. Her mouth kept filling with saliva which caused her to continuously swallow. The feeling of her mouth and tongue clamping against his cock when she did that was the only good feeling for the attendant -- Mrs. Blair was giving him a pretty crummy blow-job. But the attendant was too excited to even care. He had watched the sexy woman masturbate in her car and now she was kneeling in front of him with his cock in her mouth. He violently pulled her head back and forth as he rammed his cock into her mouth. He didn't even hear her gagging as he thrust harder and harder.
Mrs. Blair felt the hard cock sliding in and out of her mouth while the stranger forcefully moved her head. She had never felt so humiliated and thoughts of cheating on her husband, betraying him, kept passing through her mind. Mrs. Blair didn't know what to do, but it seemed she didn't have to do anything other than let the man pull her head back and forth. But soon the attendant got more violent and she began choking. Her hands grabbed his, trying to stop him from moving her head, but he didn't seem to care. She gagged with each thrust of his long cock.
Then she felt something squirt into her throat and she gagged again. Then it happened again. The man was orgasming, filling her mouth with his sperm. His hold on her head didn't allow her to pull away, so she relaxed her mouth and let the semen flow over her lips. But more was coming too quickly and she was forced to swallow or drown. The wife and mother swallowed a stranger's sperm while on her knees next to the gas station building. Her humiliation overwhelmed her and the tears flowed from her eyes as the sperm flowed out of the corners of her mouth and down her throat.
When the attendant stopped cumming, he pulled his cock from Mrs. Blair's mouth. She began coughing, causing some sperm to spew from her mouth. The attendant just stood there dumbly until Amy reminded him that he needed to get back to work. He redressed and scurried away.
"That was a pitiful blow-job, Mrs. Blair," Amy said.
Mrs. Blair coughed a few more times and then looked up at her former student. "That was disgusting," she said.
"That's what I said... a disgusting performance," Amy said and laughed at her joke. "You suck at sucking. Hahahahahaha. Now stand up and get back into the car. You can pull your skirt down, but don't wipe your face."
Mrs. Blair slowly got to her feet, readjusted her panties, and tugged her short skirt down. She walked quietly back to the car, tasting the sperm in her mouth and feeling cheap. How will she ever kiss her husband or kids again, she wondered?
Amy drove into the night. Mrs. Blair didn't bother asking where they were going since she didn't expect Amy would answer her.
Chapter 7
Amy turned onto a private road that led to a circular drive of a very large house. When the car pulled under the canopy, supported by very high white columns, Mrs. Blair wondered where they were and how Amy would know such wealthy people. The young girl led her former teacher to the front door and rang the bell.
A smartly dressed man opened the door. "Miss Amy, they're expecting you," he informed her and stepped aside to let them in. Mrs. Blair noticed him looking her over and grimaced. The butler led them into a large living room where a middle-age couple was sitting, wearing bathrobes. Mrs. Blair thought that was very strange. "Miss Amy and guest," the butler announced, and then briskly turned and left.
The woman pointed at Mrs. Blair and said, "What happened to her?"
Amy looked at her former teacher and said, "We made a stop. I hope Mrs. Blair now understands her role."
"Do tell us about it," the man said excitedly.
Amy told them, in great detail, about their drive over. First, the masturbating in the car and then making Mrs. Blair do it in front of the gas attendant. Mrs. Blair was humiliated, hearing her former student tell the couple what she had been forced to do. But when Amy described the blow-job, and made fun of how poorly she performed, Mrs. Blair thought she would die.
"I guess that explains the sperm on her face," the woman said matter-of-factly.
Mrs. Blair gasped. She didn't realize her chin was covered in semen. The blow-job was so disturbing and happened so fast that she didn't recall much about it... other than she had been humiliated and was choking.
"Go get her cleaned up," the man said.
Amy led Mrs. Blair to a large, luxurious bathroom. When the teacher saw her reflection in the mirror she turned pale. She had been driving around with the gas attendant's sperm all over her chin. She even saw that some of it dripped onto the tube top hugging her breasts. It brought the memory of sucking a stranger's cock back into the forefront of her brain and the tears flowed freely down her cheeks until they mingled with the semen.
"Make sure you don't mess up your makeup," Amy warned.
Mrs. Blair wet her hands and leaned over the sink, wiping the sperm from her chin. Having to touch the man's semen was further degrading. Mrs. Blair attempted to cup as much water as possible in her hands as she brought them to her chin, washing away the remains of her infidelity. She then tried cleaning the spill on her top, but only smeared the semen and left a big wet spot on her breast. Her dark areole showed through even more now.
"I have to use the bathroom," Mrs. Blair said shyly.
"So, you're in it," Amy replied.
"Can't you give me some privacy?"
"I think it would be fun to watch my slave relieve herself. Go ahead and do it."
"Never mind, I don't need to go," the embarrassed teacher lied.
"Bullshit!! Look, I don't want you peeing all over our hosts' floor. Do it now!"
Mrs. Blair hung her head and walked to the toilet. She reached under her short skirt and pulled her thong down to her knees while she sat on the toilet. Crossing her forearms across her lap, Mrs. Blair leaned forward totally humiliated. She was sitting on a toilet getting ready to pee and her former student was watching her. The sound of her piss splashing into the water sounded much louder to her than it actually was. When the flow subsided, Mrs. Blair realized her shame hadn't ended. She took a wad of toilet paper and reached between her legs, wiping her wet pussy. There was no way she could do that task modestly and couldn't look at Amy. After straightening her clothes and flushing, Mrs. Blair washed her hands while Amy stared at her with a "shit-ass" grin on her face.
"You got me in the mood to pee too," Amy announced.
Mrs. Blair watched as her former student lifted her skirt and sat down on the toilet -- she wasn't wearing panties. The teacher looked away when she heard the piss hitting the water. When the flow had stopped, Amy got Mrs. Blair's attention and then spread her legs, scrunching down a little and thrusting her pelvis out.
"Lick me clean," the teenager said to the startled woman.
"My god, that's too dirty!" Mrs. Blair cried out.
"Nothing's too dirty for my slave. Now do it! Right now!"
The tone in Amy's voice left no leeway for defiance. Mrs. Blair got on her knees between Amy's widely spread legs. She smelled the acidic odor emanating from the unflushed toilet bowl and saw the wet droplets clinging to Amy's pussy. Mrs. Blair put her hands on Amy's thighs for support and leaned forward. Her tongue licked the wetness between the girl's pussy-lips several times and then she began dry heaving.
Mrs. Blair jumped up and held her hand to her mouth and frantically looked around. She located the sink and ran to it. With her palms on the countertop, Mrs. Blair leaned over the sink and began vomiting. When she had finished, she rinsed her mouth with water and then cleaned the sink.
"We're not done yet," Amy announced to Mrs. Blair's chagrin. "I'm still wet, especially inside my pussy. Get back here on your knees and finish the job."
The defeated older woman dropped to her knees between Amy's spread legs and resumed her disgusting act. Her tongue licked Amy clean and then was shoved into her pussy hole. Mrs. Blair even leaned more forward and licked the area between Amy's asshole and her pussy. Amy was finally satisfied and pulled Mrs. Blair's head up by her hair, straightened her clothes, flushed, and led her former teacher back to the others.
When they returned to the living room, Amy and Mrs. Blair sat down on the couch across from the couple. They talked about Mrs. Blair like she was a piece of meat, making her feel even worse. She had no freedom... no dignity left.
"Our names are Bob and Iris," the man said, finally speaking to Mrs. Blair. "You are very pretty." Mrs. Blair blushed at the inappropriateness of the compliment. "Why don't you spread your legs for us."
Mrs. Blair sat unmoving, and then Amy slapped her thigh saying, "You heard Bob, spread your legs."
Mrs. Blair's knees parted and she saw the couple's eyes lower as they looked up her short skirt. They whispered to each other and the man kept gesturing with his hands for Mrs. Blair to spread further. She complied until her knees were as far apart as she could spread them. Her short tight skirt rode up her thighs until even she could see part of her panties; the couple could surely see all of her. They continued to whisper about her.
"Mrs. Blair, I noticed your wedding band. How long have you been married?" the man asked.
They knew she was married and still made her spread her legs for them. She was a married woman showing them only what her husband had the right to see. She felt even more shamed.
"Seventeen years," Mrs. Blair dutifully answered.
"Did you have sex before you were married?" the man continued his interrogation.
"No, my husband was the first."
"How about since you've been married... ever cheated on him?"
"Absolutely not!!" Mrs. Blair shouted.
"Um..." the woman interjected, "what about at the gas station?"
Mrs. Blair blushed and looked down in shame. The others in the room burst out laughing at her distress.
"Why have you lied to us?" Iris asked.
"I didn't mean to lie. I forgot about that," Mrs. Blair said honestly.
"Did you also forget about the sex with the boy?"
"You know about that?!" Mrs. Blair said in a panic.
"We have a copy of the tape," Iris said casually. "We watch it all the time."
"Oh no... god no!" Mrs. Blair cried out as she cupped her face in her hands. "This can't be happening."
"Does your husband have a large cock?" the man continued as if there wasn't a break in his questioning.
"What? Huh? That's none of your business," Mrs. Blair said.
Amy slapped Mrs. Blair's face and, when her former teacher turned at her in shock, Amy said, "You are my slave. You will do whatever I say, remember? And right now I'm telling you to answer their questions honestly. Tonight you are their slaves too."
Turning back to the couple, Mrs. Blair said, "I don't really know. I never measured it and didn't look at it a lot."
"Show us with your fingers," the woman offered. Mrs. Blair spread her thumb and forefinger and then, after a few minor adjustments, held them apart. "Hmmmm, looks like 4 or 5 inches," the woman suggested.
"How about the man in the gas station? Was his bigger than your husband's?" Bob asked.
"I think so."
"You either know or you don't. Was it bigger?" he persisted.
"It was dark and... and...." Mrs. Blair stammered.
"And what, dear?" the woman asked.
"It was in my mouth most of the time."
The room burst into laughter again and Mrs. Blair blushed. She was sitting in front of two strangers with her legs spread wide apart, answering personal questions. Now she just admitted to having a stranger's cock in her mouth. And their knowing she was married was even more humiliating.
"Amy, how big was it?" the woman asked.
"Not big... maybe 6 inches hard. You'd think it was longer the way she was gagging."
The reference to Mrs. Blair gagging on the cock in her mouth presented a visual that shamed her more.
"Mrs. Blair, I have a treat for you," the woman told her.
Iris untied her husband's belt and pulled his robe apart. Bob was naked underneath and Mrs. Blair saw the "treat" his wife was referring to. Bob's cock was soft, but around 8 inches.
"It's a beauty, isn't it?" the proud wife gleamed.
Mrs. Blair tried to avert her eyes, but they were drawn to the huge piece of meat. Staring at it, she wondered if the man was a freak. After all, her husband and the gas station attendant were so much smaller. Then she wondered if he and his wife ever made love and, if they did... how? Surely nothing that big would fit into a woman's vagina.
"Mrs. Blair, are you ready for your next lesson?" Amy asked.
That brought Mrs. Blair out of her deep thoughts and she turned to Amy asking, "What do you mean?"
"You got an 'F' in blow-jobs at the gas station, so I thought that's where we should begin your Sex Ed instruction."
Bob spread his legs and his soft cock fell between them, resting on the couch. Mrs. Blair was told to get between his legs, and she was now so close to his cock that she was able to reach out and touch it. And that's exactly what Amy told her to do... to hold it in her hand and move her hand up and down a little. Amy kneeled right next to her former teacher and taught the lesson.
"Go on, Mrs. Blair, rub it," Amy said. "No, make your hand looser... yeah, like that. Go up and down... good. Keep going. Mmmmm, it's getting bigger, isn't it, Mrs. Blair?"
Mrs. Blair almost let go of the huge cock as it began to grow in her hand. It looked alive. The dick was getting bigger and bigger, and she wondered just how big it got. But she kept moving her hand up and down the shaft, learning just how tightly to grip it.
"Okay, Mrs. Blair, this isn't a lesson on wanking," Amy continued.
"Wanking?" Mrs. Blair asked.
"You know, jerking off. Making him orgasm with your hand," Amy explained. "C'mon, Mrs. Blair, you can't be that dumb."
Mrs. Blair flinched at the last remark. She was a highly educated woman and she was being called ignorant. But she was ignorant when it came to sex. This was all new to her.
"Now, Mrs. Blair, lick Bob's cock," Amy told her.
Mrs. Blair looked at the young girl with pleading eyes, but only got a cold stare back. She was going to have to put another penis in her mouth. How could she ever face her husband after cheating on him again?
Mrs. Blair held the semi-erect cock steady as she licked under its large cock-head. She kept licking it, moving the cock around in her hand to reach new surfaces. Soon the large cock was shiny with her saliva.
"Good job, Mrs. Blair," Amy complimented her. Mrs. Blair actually felt a tang of satisfaction knowing she wasn't as dumb as her former student thought. "Now put the end in your mouth."
Mrs. Blair looked at the stranger's cock for a moment and then wrapped her lips around it. She held just the head in her mouth and waited. Waited for what, she wondered? She was waiting for her "teacher" to tell her what to do next.
"Now make sure your teeth don't scrape his cock, OK? Use your lips and tongue on it. Go on, suck on his cock and move your tongue all over it while it's in your mouth. Oooo, Bob likes that. Good job, Mrs. Blair. Now move your mouth up and down his cock. Yeah, like that." [Mrs. Blair gagged] "Not so deep, Mrs. Blair. Don't go down on it so far. Not yet anyway. Hee-hee. Good girl. Move up and down... yeah, keep that up. Hey don't stop!"
Bob's cock suddenly grew to its full 10 inches. It frightened Mrs. Blair and she pulled the monster from her mouth. She just stared at the huge organ in her fist.
"I told you it was a beauty," Iris said proudly.
Mrs. Blair looked up at the woman and remembered it was her husband's cock. His wife was watching another woman lick and suck her husband's cock. What kind of sick person was she, Mrs. Blair wondered?
"Go on, Mrs. Blair, put it back in your mouth. Yeah, like that. Isn't it big? You should see how stretched your mouth looks. You look like a slut, Mrs. Blair. Now keep moving your mouth up and down.
Mrs. Blair's jaw was getting tired. She had been sucking on Bob's cock for over 15 minutes.
"Okay, Mrs. Blair, now I need you to go down further." Mrs. Blair felt Amy's hand on the back of her head, pushing her. She gagged when the end of the cock intruded in her throat. "Relax, Mrs. Blair. You have to relax your throat muscles and breathe out of your nose. Go on, Mrs. Blair, loosen your throat muscles." Amy pushed softly on her former teacher's head until Mrs. Blair gagged. "Rest a minute," Amy said, not letting her pull her head back. "Relax your muscles... get loose in your throat... breathe through your nose."
All the while Amy was coaching her former teacher, now her Sex Ed student, she would gently apply pressure on the back of Mrs. Blair's head. As Mrs. Blair's throat muscles relaxed, the cock slipped further and further into her throat. Soon her entire passage was filled with cock and she had about 5 or 6 inches in her mouth and throat. Amy thought that was enough for the first time and told Mrs. Blair to grab the cock next to her lips, and move up and down again. Each time she went down on the cock she was to reach her fist with her lips. Mrs. Blair was successfully doing that and Bob was getting a good blow-job.
"Now remember how deep you're swallowing him because you're gonna take your hand away, OK?" Amy instructed and Mrs. Blair nodded. "Good, now keep moving your mouth up and down Bob's cock and use your hand on the part not in your mouth. Wank it like before, OK? Twist your hand around his cock while you wank it."
Amy watched Mrs. Blair do what she was told. Her mouth moved up and down Bob's shaft, taking at least half of his huge cock inside her mouth and throat. Her hand, meanwhile, moved up and down the rest of the shaft, turning as she wanked him. Iris slid off the couch and kneeled on the other side of Mrs. Blair. While her head was moving up and down, Mrs. Blair looked to her left and saw Amy intently watching her. Then she looked to her right and saw the man's wife staring at her. Both women were breathing hard. From time to time, Mrs. Blair looked up and saw Bob's eyes closed as he enjoyed her mouth on his cock. She was at it for about 25 minutes now and her jaw was aching.
"I think Bob is close," Amy announced. "Iris, do you want to help Mrs. Blair out?" Mrs. Blair's eyes darted from one woman to the other and she saw Iris eagerly nod yes. "Mrs. Blair, stop moving your head up and down... just keep the head in your mouth. Yeah, like that. Let go of his cock." When Mrs. Blair released her hold on Bob's shaft, his wife wrapped her hand around it. "Okay, Mrs. Blair, move your mouth up and down again, but don't take him in your throat. Move faster too... and swirl your tongue all over the part of the cock in your mouth," Amy instructed.
While Mrs. Blair did as she was told, she looked down past her nose and saw Iris' hand moving rapidly up and down her husband's thick dick. She was wanking her husband, trying to make him cum while his big dick was in Mrs. Blair's mouth. Iris' breathing got even heavier knowing that she was going to be pumping her husband's sperm into the married woman's mouth.
"Mrs. Blair," Amy began, "I think Bob is going to orgasm soon. You remember what happened when the guy at the gas station did... he squirted his stuff in your mouth. Well, Bob is going to do that too. I don't want you to pull away. I want you to take it all and swallow it. Remember, you're my slave and must do what I tell you. If you disobey, you will be punished."
Mrs. Blair looked at Amy with fear in her eyes. She did remember what happened at the gas station and it was disgusting. She didn't swallow all of the stranger's sperm, but now she was being ordered to do that. She didn't know if she could do it without being sick. Mrs. Blair glanced over at Iris and saw a dreamy expression on her face. Her hand pumped even faster and her face came closer to Mrs. Blair's. Mrs. Blair actually felt Iris' breath on her face.
Then the cock exploded in Mrs. Blair's mouth. A jet of sperm shot clear down her throat. Mrs. Blair gagged, but didn't pull her head away. Then another load filled her mouth. The teacher, wife, and mother swallowed quickly... and just in time because a third load was released. Mrs. Blair kept swallowing as fast as she could, but the amount of semen Bob ejaculated seemed endless. Mrs. Blair swallowed and swallowed and swallowed... and finally he was done. Mrs. Blair was about to pull away when she felt Amy's hand press against the back of her head.
"Not yet," Amy said, "keep sucking. Get all of his sperm out. Then you can let him go."
Mrs. Blair kept sucking on the cock, drawing the fresh sperm out of his piss-slit and onto her tongue. Before she knew it, about half her mouth filled up again and she gulped it down. Mrs. Blair finally backed away from the cock and rubbed her aching jaw.
"Now me."
Mrs. Blair looked up towards the voice and saw Iris sitting on the couch again. Her robe was off, exposing her nude body, and her legs were spread apart. Sitting on the floor, Mrs. Blair had a clear view of Iris' completely shaved pussy. The labia were meaty and they seemed to be permanently apart. Hanging out from the slit were Iris' long, thin inner lips.
"Please, my mouth's so tired," Mrs. Blair whined.
"Never mind that, put your mouth on my pussy and start eating me. You made me so horny watching you suck Bob's cock that I need relief. Get your mouth on my cunt, slut!" Iris said, and then added, "And you better do a good job."
Mrs. Blair felt Amy shove her so she crawled the short distance until she was on her knees between the woman's spread legs. She couldn't believe she was going to put her mouth on another pussy. For a second she wondered if it would be considered cheating on her husband, but she put that thought out of her mind.
Amy shoved her again and Mrs. Blair got the message. She leaned forward and ran her tongue along the slit. The feeling of the woman's extended inner lips felt different to Mrs. Blair so she backed away and pulled Iris' labia apart. She could now see more of the pink inner lips. Out of curiosity, Mrs. Blair touched that part of Iris' anatomy, feeling how pliable they were. Mrs. Blair then pulled them apart as well, exposing the inner depths of another woman's cunt.
Mrs. Blair stared at the new pussy. Iris was very wet and little droplets of her moisture were clinging to her flesh. Her pussy hole was gaping, looking abnormally large. Mrs. Blair actually was able to see partway into her hole and she wondered if Iris had been stretched by her husband's huge cock. But her eyes focused more towards the top of the slit. There was something extending about 2 inches -- thick and meaty. She didn't know what it was.
Iris saw the expression on Mrs. Blair's face and understood it. She had seen it many times before. "It's my clit, sweetie," she said. Mrs. Blair looked up, eyes wide open in disbelief. "My husband isn't the only one who has something big between their legs."
Mrs. Blair was immobilized. She thought they were both freaks, and perverted too. But when she felt Amy slap the back of her head, Mrs. Blair leaned forward and began licking the bald pussy. She felt a lot of moisture and knew it wasn't just her saliva -- the woman was excreting fluids onto her tongue. And then she tasted it. Mrs. Blair thought she was going to start vomiting, but she used all her willpower to ignore the foul taste.
"Oh yeah, she's a good pussy eater," Iris cried out. "Go baby, lick me good. Oh god I'm so hot... I'm creaming all over her tongue. Stick it in me. Put your tongue inside my hole. Oh yeah, aahhh... yeah like... aahhh... that! Fuck me with your tongue. Aahh, ahh."
Mrs. Blair continued to lick the woman's pussy and then inserted her tongue into the wide hole. She was amazed at how open Iris' hole was, and didn't feel it cling onto her tongue like Amy's did. Then Mrs. Blair admonished herself. Was she actually comparing the two women's vaginas? It was bad enough to have to lick them, but to think about them in detail was sick. She tried to put their physical characteristics out of her mind, but then she thought about Iris' abnormal clit again. She wondered what Iris felt when it was touched. Mrs. Blair felt degraded having to lick a pussy, but thinking about the size of the woman's clit and how she felt when it was touched was worse. How could she -- a respected teacher, mother, and wife -- even think about such a thing? Was she becoming as perverted as Amy and this couple?
But Mrs. Blair couldn't get the large clitoris out of her mind. She pulled away from the woman's pussy and her eyes traveled up until they fell on the protruding meat. It looked even bigger than before. Evidently her mouth on Iris' pussy got her excited and a little shiny part of her clit had poked out from the protective hood. She wondered what it felt like. Without prompting, Mrs. Blair moved up a little and flicked her tongue on the shiny flesh that had come forth.
"Oh wow!!" Iris shouted when she felt it. "The slut is licking my clit. "Oh yeah, baby, lick it more. Yeah, like that. Jeez, I'm getting so wet. She's driving me crazy. What a slut, I didn't even have to tell her to lick me there. She knows... oh god, aahh. Suck it!! Suck it like a cock!!" the excited woman screamed.
Mrs. Blair heard her and was intrigued. "Suck it like a cock," she said. That's what it was, a little cock. The woman had her own cock between her legs. Mrs. Blair opened her mouth and closed her lips around the thick piece of meat protruding from the top of Iris' pussy. She clamped her lips around it and began sucking. Iris was screaming and bucking her hips now. Mrs. Blair had to grab her ass to hold her still so that the huge clit didn't escape her mouth. She sucked the clit and flicked her tongue at it, just like she had learned to suck a cock.
Amy and Bob watched the prudish, married straight woman, dressed in slutty clothes and on her knees between Iris' spread legs, bringing another woman off with her mouth. And by Iris' reaction, she was doing an excellent job. Amy got down on her hands and knees. Bob pulled her skirt up and stuck his hard cock into her pussy, moving it in and out with small strokes until she adjusted to his enormous size. But soon he was fucking her hard while they watched Mrs. Blair eat Iris out.
Mrs. Blair was exhausted. Her jaw and knees hurt, but she kept sucking and licking the woman's pussy. She'd move from the clit, to the hole, and back to the swollen clit, bringing the woman great pleasure. Mrs. Blair wondered how much longer she was going to have to do it. But just then, she felt Iris' legs close around her head and the woman grab her hair, pulling her face against her pussy. The woman's hips jerked a few times and then Mrs. Blair felt her face and mouth get wet. She tried to pull away thinking the woman was peeing on her, but Iris' hold was too strong.
When Iris stopped cumming, Mrs. Blair fell back and wiped her soaked face with her palm -- it didn't smell like urine. She looked between Iris' legs and saw her bald pussy glistening with Mrs. Blair's saliva. But there was more. Thin strings of a white substance were hanging from the woman's slit. Not as thick as a man's sperm, but something that she discharged. Iris was one of those rare women who spurted when they came -- it was her female cum. Like her husband before her, Iris came in Mrs. Blair's mouth.
Mrs. Blair heard a slapping noise which got her out of her stupor. She turned and saw Bob fucking Amy from behind. Mrs. Blair stared in wonder. First, she never knew you could make love in that position and second, the teenage girl was taking his huge cock... and by the expression on her face she was enjoying it. Amy screamed out that she came and, shortly afterwards, the man grunted as he filled her pussy with his hot sperm.
"Mrs. Blair, get under me on your back. I want you to see, close up, what a cock looks like inside a pussy," Amy said.
"Haven't you humiliated me enough?" Mrs. Blair asked.
"Anything... anytime... anyplace," Amy responded, "that was our agreement, slave. Now do it."
Mrs. Blair got on her back and shimmied under Amy's body. When she was in position, she looked up at Bob's fat cock stuffed inside Amy's pussy. She couldn't believe she was being made to look at it, but she felt a tingle in her loins at the sight. Mrs. Blair continued to stare, afraid of upsetting Amy, when she noticed Bob slowly withdrawing his slimy cock. When it popped out, Mrs. Blair stared at the girl's pussy. But then she saw something -- the man's sperm was coming out of Amy's gaping hole and beginning to drip down. Mrs. Blair saw the white goo stretch as it got closer to her face.
Amy felt the semen ooze out of her pussy so she pushed it out with her muscles. A large glob of it fell onto Mrs. Blair's face and the teacher began to move out from under the girl. But Amy was waiting for that and sat down on Mrs. Blair's face, rubbing her slimy pussy against her former teacher's face. Iris sat astride Mrs. Blair's legs, at her shins, holding her in place while Amy positioned her knees on the teacher's arms. Mrs. Blair was now pinned to the floor.
Amy rose up a little and looked between her legs at her former teacher's face. "Lick his sperm out of my pussy," she ordered.
"I can't do that. It's disgusting. I just can't," Mrs. Blair wailed.
"Anything I want, remember?" Amy said.
"I can't do that... I can't."
Amy grabbed both of Mrs. Blair's nipples through the tube top and squeezed them. She heard her former teacher scream in pain.
"Will you do it?" Amy pressed.
"No, I can't."
Amy pulled the tube top up over Mrs. Blair's breasts and began squeezing and twisting the older woman's nipples. Mrs. Blair kept screaming in pain. When Amy pulled the nipples away from Mrs. Blair's breasts, stretching them, the pain was too great and she felt Mrs. Blair's tongue inside her cum-filled pussy. Amy released her hold on Mrs. Blair's nipples, but her former teacher kept eating the cum out of the teenager's just-fucked cunt.
Amy enjoyed debasing her former teacher and soon began moving her hips to and fro. While Mrs. Blair licked her pussy, Amy rubbed it all over the older woman's face. Then Amy felt her orgasm approaching and came on her former teacher's face.
When Amy rolled off Mrs. Blair, the poor woman lay panting on the floor. Her face was shiny from sweat, pussy juice, and Bob's sperm. Mrs. Blair thought she had hit bottom. That was the most disgusting thing she could ever imagine doing. And the taste in her mouth kept reminding her of what she did.
"Crawl over here."
Mrs. Blair heard Bob's voice and turned to see him sitting on the couch. She obediently crawled between his legs.
"Lick my cock clean," he ordered.
Mrs. Blair looked at the soft slimy cock and lowered her mouth to it. After all she had done, this wasn't too bad. She licked it up and down the shaft until the only substance coating it was her saliva.
Amy and Mrs. Blair straightened their clothing and said goodbye to their hosts. They found out from Mrs. Blair that her husband would be out of town for another week so, since the next day was Saturday, Amy would bring her back to this couple around lunchtime. The butler was summoned and he escorted Amy and Mrs. Blair to the front door.
"Would you like her mouth?" Amy asked.
Mrs. Blair was shocked that Amy would say such a thing, but even more humiliated when the butler said he would and pulled his cock out of the zipper of his suit pants. With a little prompting from Amy, Mrs. Blair dropped to her knees. The once proud and proper lady, a respected teacher, a loving mother, and a faithful wife, stuffed the servant's cock into her mouth and blew the butler. After he had cum in her mouth, the butler quietly put his cock back into his pants and zippered up.
"Thank you, Miss Amy," he said to the teenage girl, totally ignoring Mrs. Blair -- the slut.
THE END (not yet) go to Part 4
