Incest/Taboo A Teacher's Sin Uncovered

A note from Andy was stuck in my door jamb. A limousine would arrive at noon, take me to Spa V. It would provide my dress for the evening.

Spa V. I, like everyone else, had heard of it, but had never dreamed of going there. Not on a teacher's salary, not on ten teacher's salary. I showered, dressed in jeans, sandals, and a tee-shirt, and fell asleep in Bruce's Lazy Boy. Woken by a knock on the door, I followed a handsome chauffeur to a limousine. He opened the door for me.

At the spa I was welcomed by an exuberant red-headed woman, maybe five years older than me, quite lovely, clothes and make-up perfect.

"It's good to meet you Ms. Kaminska. My name is Roda, I'm your facilitator today. Andrew told us how beautiful you are; he said we were to take the best of care of you."

The spa was an experience unlike any I'd known. It started with a private Hammam, then the Vichy Shower Room. Full body exfoliation, firming mask, hydrating lotions that would tighten and lift my body. A full-body massage, private facial and body treatment; manicure and pedicure. Wine that exceeded my understanding of what wine could be. I'd never felt more cherished.

My dress was sexy and elegant. Cayenne in color, it's form fitting skirt skimmed my curves and ended in a full-length hemline gown that drifted to the floor. The top was sheer; two asymmetrical patches covered my braless breasts. My red sandals - 4 1/4 inch heels with a ½ inch platform - strapped at my ankles. My only jewelry were round diamond earrings. I wore my hair down. The spa applied my make-up, a sexy glam look. I'd never been this beautiful.

Roda walked me to the lobby where Andrew, wearing a tuxedo, met me. "She's magnificent Roda."

I turned to Roda, kissed her cheek. "Thank you, its been a wonderful day."

"I'm so glad you enjoyed yourself. Have a wonderful time tonight."

The limousine was waiting. As we rode across town Andrew poured me a glass of wine. Upon arrival Andrew walked around as the chauffeur opened my door. I slipped my arm into his and we started up the steps. I had the oddest realization. This was the first time that Andrew and I had touched since he'd given me the file.

"You look luminous."

"Thank you Andrew, it was a wonderful day. What are your instructions for me tonight?"

"Go with the flow, you'll figure it out."

The Mayor and his wife met us at the door. He grasped Andrew's hand and said, "Good to see you Andy. This must be Ms. Kaminska, our honoree. It's nice to meet you. This is my wife Maureen." He kissed my cheek.

"Thank you, Mr. Mayor, Ms. Jeter."

She had to be sixty but looked fifteen years younger. Pure class, inarguable dignity. Her posture was erect; she wore her silver hair up. She leaned in, kissed my cheek, and in a precise voice said, "Please Helga, Martin and Maureen."

We went inside. Everyone was impeccably dressed, the men handsome in formal wear, the women perfectly coiffed in gowns of grace and style. Initially I felt intimidated, but Andrew was completely comfortable; his conversation natural and unforced and I felt at home on his arm. The Mayor and his wife, I mean Maureen, came over to talk to us. I complimented them on their home.

Maureen replied, "After the ceremony we'll give you a tour."

We drank excellent wine, feasted on superb hors d'oeuvres. People congratulated me, complimented my dress, told me how beautiful I was. I was enjoying showing off, something that always made Bruce uncomfortable.

Then the Mayor, standing behind a podium, called for everyone's attention and asked Serena, who worked in the fire department, to join him. I'd wondered about her; she could have been an Amazonian warrior. Jet black skin, strong eyes and mouth, her hair a carefully-crafted disorganized mess. Her musculature was superhuman, but she avoided the flat chest of some body builders. Her breasts and ass, in fact, were over-sized and gravity defying; her legs were like columns. She moved with the grace and strength of an athlete. I bet she could go for hours. Shit, what had Coach unleashed in me last night?

Elin, the police department's representative, was introduced next. She was Serena's opposite; a model of Nordic beauty. Thin and tall, long blonde hair, small chested, blue eyes and gentle features; she was breathtaking.

I was asked to join them.

The Mayor had all a politician's charms; he praised us as a group, then rolled out a personal anecdote about each of us. Andrew must have been his source. After a round of applause I was presented with an envelope containing a $1,000.00 Agent Provocateur gift certificate. I'd never been able to afford to shop there. How would I explain it to Bruce?

Maureen approached, waved the Mayor over. "Are you ready for your tour, dear?"

"Yes."

Their home was lovely, tasteful, and had all the amenities. We visited the sauna, wine cellar, and exercise room. Next we entered a guest bedroom. Like the other rooms in the house, it was beautiful - high ceilings, cornice moldings, buffed wood floors, wainscoting - stopping just short of ostentatious. The furniture was mahogany.

Maureen turned to me, placed her hands on my face, her fingertips lightly stroked my cheek. Her touch was gentle, sweet.

"Andy told us how lovely you are. He did not exaggerate. Your skin is flawless."

The Mayor's hand was on my back, his touch was confident, appealing.

I hadn't been sure what my role was tonight - Andy's instructions were vague - but now the answer was clear. I was to make love to the Mayor and his wife. Well, why not, they were perfectly attractive people.

"Thank you Maureen."

Deftly, the Mayor unbuttoned the back of my dress. It fell away from my breasts. I ran my hand down the front of his pants, traced the outline of his hard, over-sized, prick. Maureen covered my hand with hers, pressing me to him, and said, "I hope you like them big darling," and brought her lips to mine. Her tongue explored my mouth. The kiss was gentle and ladylike.

I was wildly aroused.

The Mayor, his hand on my neck, turned my head and kissed me. His wife took an areola in her mouth, licked the nipple, worked the surrounding flesh with lips and teeth. I bought my hand to the back of her head, held her in place. She worked my dress over my hips; it descended to the floor, pooling at my feet.

The Mayor and his wife stepped away, looked at me. Except for my shoes I was naked. I basked in their admiration, imagining myself a poor country girl taken in by a wealthy couple, ready to start life as their concubine.

"Helga, wait for us on the bed."

I sat on the bed, crossed my legs. The Mayor and his wife undressed, laying their clothes neatly to the side. Although both were in their sixties - I'd never had a lover their age - they were trim, fit, attractive and, more than anything else, dignified.

The Mayor also had the biggest cock I'd ever seen.

I licked my lips, ran a finger down my body, across a breast, to my cunt. I was very very wet.

They approached me, rolled me to my back, and then four experienced talented hands, two experienced talented mouths, explored my body. They caressed the inside of my thighs and the sides of my body. Strong fingers ran through my hair and my scalp; my pelvis was stroked and kissed; soft lips played with my ear lobes and neck. The palms of my hands, the backs of my knees, the small of my back, my collarbone, my neck, every part of me capable of receiving pleasure was kissed, nipped, stroked, touched. By the time they finished with my breasts I was soaking wet. They rolled me onto my stomach and lifted me to my knees. Although I had never known a penis as big as the Mayor's, he slid in easily. His wife guided my mouth to her sex, the hair there the same elegant silver that sat atop her head.

It was as if the Mayor and I had been my lovers for years; he brought me to orgasm after orgasm, all strong, but none so powerful as to render me incapable of longing for the next. I sucked on Maureen's clit - huge, long, and distended - and dragged three upcurled fingers along the roof of her vagina. Stomach undulating, she purred through serial orgasms.

The Mayor, who had been quiet, started moaning, a deep sexy baritone. He picked up the pace. I pushed against him and redoubled my efforts on his wife's sex. The three of us moved in perfect harmony. Then the Mayor shook, grunted - a single powerful sound from deep within his solar plexus - and filled me with cum. A moment later Maureen's pussy, accompanied by her quick excited gasp, clamped down on my fingers and squirted pussy juice onto my face. Then it was I who was coming, a deep satisfying soulful orgasm that left me curled up on the bed in the fetal position.

I looked at my lovers through half-lidded eyes. "That was wonderful."

Maureen said, "Were always happy to be of service to a constituent," then added, "Remain here." No argument from me. I was happy laying there savoring my body.

The Mayor pressed a button on the wall and two servants, seemingly oblivious to my naked form, entered and helped Maureen and he dress. When fully clothed she said to her husband, "Do you think she's ready?"

"Based on what just happened, I'd say yes. And Andy says she is. He's never been wrong."

Maureen walked over, kissed my lips, "You're a lucky girl."

They left, I rolled onto my back, admired the room. What else did Andy have in mind?

It didn't take long to find out. The door to the bedroom opened and through it walked a group of men. I wasn't sure how many; I was too scared to count. Was I expected to service them all? I felt a moment of panic. I couldn't do this. Then I remembered what Andy had said, that I was on a journey. I'd pooh-poohed it as new age bullshit, but he'd been right, it had been a journey. At every step I thought Andy was asking for a degrading impossibility: show him my breasts, teach while wearing nipple clamps, then a butt plug, suck off the principal, make love to a woman, be the third in a menage-a-trois. But I'd loved them all. I knew now that if Andy suggested it, I would love it. He had said our journey was almost over. I surveyed the roomful of guys. He must be telling the truth, how much more could he ask?

Wearing my heels, I stood, feet at shoulder width, proudly displaying my body. My pussy was swollen and wet; the mayor's cum dripped down my leg. The men stopped and stared, unsure of what to do.

I bit my lip. "Hey boys. The fleet just come in."

They laughed and started to advance. The first man who reached me - the president of a local bank - lowered his face to mine. I opened my mouth. His tongue stroked my lips, then entered my mouth and danced a sensual gavotte. He held me gently but firmly; his kisses became more urgent; they were sensitive and sweet and an oddly romantic way to begin an orgy. I undid his belt, pushed my hand inside. He was hard, big, and pulsating; my heart was pounding. I was ready. I wanted to be fucked.

His kisses moved to my neck. I pulled his belt free, unzipped his pants. He placed his hands of my shoulders, pressing downward. I knelt, pulled his pants to his ankles. He dragged his dick across my face, pressed the cockhead to my lips. Imagining myself the star in an old fashioned X-rated flick, I stretched my jaw, licked the head of his erection, swallowed his cock. My nipples and cunt bubbled with desire.

He sat on the bed. "That's it my little slut, suck me, suck my cock, fondle my balls."

Squeezing the slick head of his tool I ran my tongue across his scrotum to his perineum. He took hold of my head, brought it to his testicles. I suckled on his balls. Pre-cum oozed from his cock, coating my hand. I licked his prick clean; his pre-cum was delicious. His hands went under my arms, lifting me to the bed. He took off his shirt, kicked off his pants, kissed me; his tongue was facile and strong. I wanted him inside me.

He crawled between my legs, penetrating me with a single deep hard thrust. I dug my fingers into his back; my cunt contracted on his hard cock, gripped and massaged his shaft. Wave after wave of obscene pleasure coursed through me; an orgasm pounded my body. I screamed in joy.

He fucked me hard, like an animal. His cock was of average size, but he knew how to use it. He shoved his rigid dick in and out of my snatch. I spread my legs, offered him my body. I shut my eyes, focusing on the fire in my cunt, sucking in air through my open mouth.

Someone turned my head to the side; lips were pressed to mine. My eyes jerked open. It was not my lover's face, but that of a beautiful blonde man I'd noticed earlier. Our tongues intertwined; I orgasmed again.

My lover thrust his dick into me; his cock pulsed; he groaned, he filled me with sperm; he rolled off of me. The blonde man moved on to the bed, straddled me, kissed my lips, kissed down my body; he caressed my hips and belly, ate my swollen cunt. I was eager to cum on his voracious tongue, but he rolled me over, picked me up on my knees, raised my butt in the air, then kissed the small of my back, licked along the crevice of my ass. When he reached my anus he rimmed my asshole, pushed his tongue inside me.

The bed moved. Another stranger sat before me, his hard cock slapped against my face. I opened my mouth and took him inside. Then another set of hands, pulling on my nipples.

The bed shifted; the blonde man was on his knees, the tip of his cock pressed to my asshole. Fear and trepidation flared through me; I was a virgin back there. Then another thought: I'd offered my asshole to Bruce just two days ago. He'd turned it down, now it would be taken by a stranger. I heard a new voice, from whom I couldn't identify, "Stop, it's the brunette, her asshole's reserved."

"Shit, you're right, thanks."

The cock-head slid across my perineum, into my vagina. He was big, but after the Mayor's enormous instrument I could handle it. Soon we were fucking at a steady strong pace. There were new hands on me: rolling my clitoris against my body, pulling on my nipples. The man sitting in front of me pulled his cock from my mouth. I bathed his testicles with my tongue. An orgasm cascaded through my body. My lover cried out in ecstasy and the cock buried in my cunt exploded, shooting pulse after pulse of hot cum into me.

I was exhausted, but I was there to be a trophy at an orgy and a trophy at an orgy I would be. I sucked in air and took the man's cock back into my mouth. He pulled my hair to the side and watched his dick slide in and out of my face. I tongued the head, then let his cock slip from my mouth, pressed it to his belly, licked up it's underside with the flat of my tongue. It was hot, hard and thick with distended pulsating veins.

A black men, the city attorney, sat on the side of the bed and ran his hand down the length of my body.

"Wish I had a pretty white girl like you teaching me when I was in high school."

He was well built; his touch was gentle and knowing. He covered my swollen pussy with his hand, his long elegant strong fingers entered me, withdrew, pushed in again.

"The way you're humping my fingers teach, I think you need more dick."

He was right, I needed more.

I let the cock slip from my mouth. "Yes, cock, I need cock, I need hard cock, yes please, more cock."

Moving behind me, his strong hands took hold of my hips.

"Your cunt is beautiful. Open and wet, coated with the cum of other men."

He made me feel like a whore; it turned me on.

The man before me was masturbating; seconds later he came. Jism leaped from his tool and splattered my face and hair. It was a massive load; sheets of jism slid down my face. I licked my lips; he tasted good; sweet and salty at the same time.

My newest lover rolled me onto my back, pushed my legs to my chest, held them in place, shuffled forward.

"Hey pretty white girl, you ever been fucked by a black man."

I looked at him with eager eyes. "No."

"You're gonna like it."

Although not as long as the Mayor's, his dick was about as thick. I wasn't sure how he'd fit inside me. He entered me in a corkscrew motion, slow and gentle, but also firm, insistent, and strong. I felt stuffed; he stretched my cunt to new limits. He started fucking me. I felt a spark, then a fire in my belly. He plunged into me and degree by fucking degree, the flame inside me grew hotter, more intense. Finally he locked his hands to my hips and rolled onto his back, effortlessly moving me so I was now sitting astride him.

"Okay white girl, do your thing."

I rode his cock hard, bouncing up and down, impaling myself on his stiff fat meat. Men surrounded the bed to watch the show. One stepped forward. I had no idea who he was; I took him in my mouth. He held my head in his hands and fucked my face in time with the cock plowing my pussy.

I was a shameless piece of fuck-meat. The cock in my pussy twitched, exploded. I yanked the cock from my mouth, came, screaming my delight. The man jammed his cock back between my lips, fucked my face hard, near brutally, and filled my mouth with thick heavy sperm. It dribbled down my chin, on to my tits.

I was lifted to my feet. Excited men groped and pawed my flesh. Fingers were in my cunt, fingers thumbed my asshole. My breasts were fondled, my nipples pinched. They talked about me like I was horse flesh: "fine tits," "good ass," "firm cunt," and mocked my morality "brazen-hussy," "slut-teacher," "dick-addict." I was laid back down and one-by-one, half a dozen men crawled between my legs and fucked me. I loved it, the different widths, lengths, angles. I came again and again, multiple wonderful intense orgasms.

I was rolled over and placed on all fours. A well-endowed man slid his cock into my pussy. Another man sat before me; I recognized him, a respected heart doctor. He stuffed his cock in my mouth. I wrapped my fingers around a third dick. The man in my mouth came first, followed by the one in my hand; he sprayed his cum onto my back. The third man kept fucking and a young man sat before me. I was about could take him in my mouth an orgasm rocked me. The man with his dick in my cunt joined me, he jerked, groaned, filled me with cum.

I fell forward, resting my head on the mattress, my ass in the air. A dick, long and slender, was jammed inside me. It swirled easily within me; my cunt was full of cum. Whomever he was he took his time. The crowd urged him on, encouraging him to keep fucking my hot twat. Their words thrilled me; I climbed back up the mountain and was soon bouncing from orgasm to orgasm.

After he came another man entered my pussy, another cock was shoved into my mouth, my fingers were wrapped around another shaft. I was drained and exhausted but the men were relentless. When one man shot his wad another took his place. It seemed like I'd been fucking for hours and still, somehow, I kept coming. Then, at some point, I don't know when, I'd satisfied them all; the room emptied. I was sore and spent, sperm was splattered on my skin and hair, cum oozed from my cunt; my belly and cunt were raw and filled with semen; every part of my body ached. I fell asleep.

I was having a dream, my pussy was stuffed with cock, big fat wonderful cock, people were fucking me, I didn't know who. An unworldly groan interrupted my slumber. I opened my eyes; Maureen was on her knees, leaning on a pillow, sucking her husband's dick while Andrew fucked her from behind. Her hair hung in disarray. The look of calm refinement she'd worn all evening, even when I'd eaten her to several orgasms, was gone, replaced by raging animal lust.

I heard the Mayor's rich voice. "Fuck him dear. Fuck him."

He bucked forward - his cock must be down her throat - driving her onto Andy's cock. Her eyes rolled back in her head; her tits jiggled and jumped; she jerked her ass back and forth. Pulling her head from her husband's cock she howled like a coyote.

The Mayor urged her on. "Fuck him! Fuck him!"

She pushed back into Andrew. I touched my nipples. They were sore, swollen, about to pop. I squeezed them, enjoying the pleasure and the pain.

Maureen was muttering, her sounds more animal than human.

Then the Mayor's voice again. "Andy fuck her up the ass."

I pushed a finger inside my pussy, said, "Yes Andrew, fuck her up the ass."

Andy pulled his cock from her pussy. Maureen dropped her face to the Persian rug, arched her back, spread her legs, thrust her butt in the air. Oily slime dripped down her thighs.

"Shove it up her ass Andy," the Mayor commanded. His hand was flying up and down his cock.

Andy dipped two fingers into Maureen's soggy cunt, applied the juice to her butt, pushed some inside, planted his cock-head on her small brown asshole, paused, pushed forward.

Maureen, her face pressed to the pillow, wailed. It must have felt like having a baseball bat shoved in your rump. Her legs almost buckled, but she forced herself back, heaving against the determined prick.

"It's going in. Harder! Harder!" the Mayor demanded.

Andy's bloated purple cockhead, veins flaring, drove between her ass cheeks.

Maureen grunted into her pillow and pushed into Andy.

Something gave, the hot ball of his cockhead drilled into her asshole. Maureen clamped her eyes shut and bit the pillow. Her fists clenched.

I watched the head, then two, then three inches of Andrew's shaft disappear inside Maureen. I urged him on; another couple of inches of bloated cock rode up inside her.

Maureen whimpered, "Nnnnnnn, nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn, nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn."

Andrew pressed on, not stopping until fully embedded in Maureen's backside. Maureen, the satin cheeks of her ass pressed against his pubic hair, lifted her head, arched her back, stared vacantly into space. A few drops of spittle leaked past her lips and with unmistakable determination she said, "Fuck me."

Andrew began bucking, ramming his cock in and out of her asshole. He took hold of her hips, pulling her into him as he lunged into her ass. She fondled her clit, repeating, "Oh my God, oh my God," as his cock bulled in and out of her, the look on her face an unworldly combination of lust and pain and wonder.

Andrew reamed Maureen again and again, burying himself to the hilt, pulling back until only the cock-head remained within her, slamming back to her anal depths. His movements were fast and steady; her body trembled under the relentless onslaught. Her tits swayed; he slapped her butt.

The Mayor forced five inches of his cock into his wife's dazed face. Mumbling, "Gggmmmfff," Maureen sucked. The Mayor shoved another inch into her mouth

I was on fire. I said, "Suck it slut. Suck his cock while Andrew fucks your ass."

This unflappable queen of society, this grande dame, was an anal whore. Her face was twisted, her make-up smeared, her pretty features almost unrecognizable. She pulled her mouth from her husband's cock, screamed, "Up my ass! Shove your big cock up my ass and fuck me! Split me in half," and humped into Andrew's prick. I trapped my clit between two fingers.

The Mayor's hand flew up and down the tree trunk he called his cock.

Maureen stiffened, her face turned upwards, and in a quavering voice, somewhere between a song and a wail, she started repeating, "Akiii, akiii, akiii. Akiii, akiii, akiii..."

It was the strangest sound I'd ever heard. It did not seem human, more the voice of a wounded bird or feral mammal. She got louder, her voice mounting up on itself, it was a sound filled with pleasure and torment. Ecstasy, it seemed, could be excruciating.

I fixated on it; I was unable to disentangle myself from the sound of her voice. It sounded like barbed wire was being pulled from her throat.

Then the Mayor bellowed, "I'm coming, fucking coming," and cum jetted from his cock, spraying across his wife's face and hair, sliding down her face.

I rammed three fingers into my cunt, humping like a mad woman.

Maureen dropped to her elbows, braced herself, and yelled, "Up my ass! Shove your big cock up my ass! Kill me with your cock!"

Andy pushed into her hard, shuddered. His jaw locked and he came, lodging jet after jet of steaming hot spunk in her asshole. Her mouth fell open, the muscles of her arm tightened, her back arched, her face tensed, white-hot jolts of pleasure shot through her. She let out a guttural groan that filled the room, "Oh god yes, I coming."

She shuddered, collapsed, lay on the rug. The orgasm echoed through her wracked lovely form; her body kept shaking.

The tension inside me let loose in an explosion of gut wrenching intensity. My consciousness disappeared into a maelstrom of hurricane force. I lay there, only half way back from comatose, when I heard the Mayor say, "Andy no one cornholes my wife like you."
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A servant helped me put on my dress. It was torn, dirty, and tattered, but wearable. Andrew offered me his arm, we left the bedroom. The party was winding down. I saw Elin, naked, lolling on a couch, covered with cum. Her tits, asshole, cunt, and mouth were red and swollen.

"She did well, but you were superb."

I felt a perverse pride. "Thank you. Where is Serena?"

Andy steered me down a short hall and opened a door. A gorgeous red head, host of a morning news show, was on her knees sucking the fat dildo hanging from Serena's crotch. Women lay all over the room, looks of exhausted satiation on their faces. I found myself hoping Andy would command me to join them, to let Serena have her way with me. But he closed the door and we continued down the hall. "No one outfucks Serena."

In the limousine I eschewed my seat belt, leaned against Andrew, draped his arm across my chest, looked out the window. The moon was full. Something had snapped in me tonight. I needed sex, constant unbridled sex. Roger was a good man and he'd make someone a lovely husband, but he was a denial of what I was. Andrew had been right. We'd been on a journey to my true self.

Andrew walked me to my door. I asked him inside.

"Thank you, but no."

No reason to be subtle. "Please, I need you to make love to me."

"You're not ready yet."

How could he think that? I was so fucking ready. I couldn't be more ready.

"Wasn't that the point of this whole thing, the blackmail, the threats, to fuck me."

"Helga, I didn't blackmail, I didn't threaten you. I never said I'd tell anyone. In fact, I told you I wouldn't."

"But the file, you made a copy, didn't you?"

"No, I didn't and I never said I did. I gave you the original."

He was right.

"I don't understand."

"Helga, monogamy, Bruce, once-a-week-with-the-lights-out, that's not what you are. After Hunter you tried walking away from your sexual-self. When I gave you the file, I gave you raw material. With it you built an excuse, telling yourself you had to do what I asked. It freed you, allowed you to re-embrace your sexual sex. I'm guilty of manipulating you, when I gave you the file I expected you'd take the path you've chosen, but not of threatening you, not of blackmail."

My mind raced through recent events. He was telling the truth.

I took a long breath. "I still need you to fuck me."

Gently, he kissed my cheek. "You're not ready yet, but will be soon. When you are you'll know."

I wanted to argue, but it would have been pointless. He was in charge. I kissed his lips, just a peck, said good night. Inside I studied myself in the bathroom mirror. My dress was ripped and tattered; my hair a mess; what little make-up remained was smeared. Dried cum spotted my skin and hair. My lips were swollen. I touched my breasts and pussy. I winced. They were raw, battered, and sore.

I'd never looked more beautiful.

I needed a bath, but I was exhausted. I sat down. Just for a minute. And with images of Andy's cock pumping in and out of Maureen's ass filling my head, I fell asleep.
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I woke the next morning to Roger shouting "Ohmigod, what happened."

He rushed to me. "They raped you. I should have gone with you. Have you called the police? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

He went on in the same vein. He was concerned, worried. He was a sweet boy. I held a finger to his lips, quieting him.

"No Roger, I was not raped. It turned out to be an orgy. I participated. Fucked dozens of men. Loved every second of it."

There was a moment's incomprehension, then his face twisted in anger and he spewed out a string of obscenities. He said I'd changed, that he knew something was up. He called me a tramp, a slut, a harlot, a whore. He went on and on until he was exhausted; he started crying. I put an arm around his shoulders, held him. Sans names, I told him about Hunter, about the butt plug and the nipple clamps. I told him I sucked off a colleague, made love to a woman, serviced a roomful of men. I told him he was a wonderful man and he deserved a sweet faithful woman, but I was not that woman. The fight had gone out of him. When I suggested he stay with his brother for a few days while we made arrangements for him to pick-up his stuff, he agreed, shuffled to the door, left.

I ran a bath. The warm water felt good on my body. I lay there, ruminating over the last few days. Andy was right. He had not blackmailed me, he had not threatened me. I assumed he did, then used that as an excuse to follow his instructions, loving everything he asked me to do.

I thought about Roger. He was such a sweet boy. Maybe I should have given him a blow job as a going away present. I'm sure would have approved.

I ran the names Roger had called me through my mind. Tramp? I sucked a married man's dick in his office, most certainly a tramp. Slut? I would have fucked whomever showed up last night. Check. Harlot? It's meaning, promiscuous woman. That was me. Whore, well I hadn't charged for it yet, although if my Master asked me to...

I sat up; the last six words ground to a halt in my head. Andy had said I'd be ready soon and when I was, I'd know. Over the last days I'd followed his commands, ceded him control of my life, loved it. When he read the Hunter file he discerned what had evaded everyone else, that I wanted to be sexual property. During my affair with Steven I'd never felt so alive, so vibrant. Those feelings had come back.

I finished my bath, did my hair and nails, carefully applied my make-up. I went to my closet. That Agent Provocateur gift certificate was going to come in handy; I was going to need a new wardrobe. I put on my highest narrowest heels and a full length coat. Nothing else.

I thought about what I'd heard last night, understood what it meant. I spent some time on the internet, studied up on it, found Andy's home address in the school's data bases.
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There was a note on his front door: "I'm out back, walk around."

He was on his back porch with his computer. I started towards him, catching his attention by clearing my throat. I stopped, dropped my coat, standing, except for my heels, naked. "Master your property is here."

I closed the distance between us, knelt.

"I understand now Master."

I pulled down his shorts, licked his dick, recounted the day's events. When he was ready - he was hard, drops of pre-cum drizzled out - I stood, turned my back to him, leaned over a table.

"Last night I heard them say my asshole was reserved. It was reserved for you, wasn't it? You'll be the first, no one has ever been there before."

I inserted a finger into my pussy. The lips were swollen and drenched in juice. I pushed my wet finger into my asshole, moaned, long and low. I'd be the best little sex-toy I could, serving all of Andy's fantasies and demands. There was no better way to initiate my submission than by giving him my virgin asshole. I spread my ass cheeks.

"I want you come, deep inside my ass."

Andy smiled, "You're not afraid it might hurt."

I smiled right back. "A little pain might be sexy."

He went to one knee, ran his strong hands over my thighs, my hips, my ass. I'd taken pride in how hard I worked to stay in shape, unknowingly preparing myself for this moment, when I gave myself to my perfect master. Widening my stance, I lowered my upper body and raised my backside. He dug two fingers into my gushing pussy and slathered the juice over my asshole; I moaned.

"Yes Andy, take me."

He grinned, knowing how intensely I wanted to surrender this dark forbidden delight to him.

"Relax Helga, do exactly what I tell you,"

His hand planted on one ass cheek, he placed a thumb on my asshole. I moaned, pushed against it. His thumb slipped inside me; a powerful electric jolt went straight to my clit. My wet pussy got wetter. He pushed his thumb deeper, stretching me, then slid it in and out of my butt. I marveled at my good fortune; my Master was sweet and kind. Instead of just shoving his dick into me, he was thoughtfully preparing my virgin asshole.

He removed his thumb from my asshole with a loud pop. I was gasping, ready for his cock, but he knelt, rolled my clit against my body, licked my anal bud, pushed his tongue inside me, wiggled it, ramping up the intense pleasure burning between my legs.

He stood. I looked back. Pre-cum was dripping from his dick. Using a small tube sitting next to his computer, he lubed his tool, then spread the lotion over my butt and, with two fingers, pushed some inside. My asshole buzzed in delight.

He fit the head of his dick to my anus

"Okay Helga, relax."

His cock-head set against my anal bud, he stopped a moment, pushed. I balled my fists as the fat crown drove pass my sphincter, coming to rest inside my ass. I whimpered; the pain was severe. He stopped, ran his hands down my sides, gave me a chance to adjust.

"Hang on teach."

His hard cock throbbed in the opening; I'd never felt so full. I focused on the sensation, embraced its painful intensity. The pain began to morph into pleasure and an acknowledgment, an affirmation, of my new role. I moaned, stirred, pushed back a little, squeezed my sphincter on my Master's cock.

Andy groaned, "Oh, fuck yes, yes, Helga, yes."

I reached back, spread my ass cheeks, flexed my ass muscles. My brain was flooded with new feelings, sensations that were shocking, unbelievable, unexpected. A warm, dirty pleasure spread through me, leaving me weak and full of wonder. I moaned and squirmed, celebrating the army of nerve endings hidden inside my rump.

"Master, more, more, give me more."

He pushed inside, kept going. My asshole yielded, became soft, receptive, pliant. When he hit bottom he let out a deep satisfied moan. I joined him, groaning my own pleasure.

His cock was now fully embedded in my sweet, tight, sexy ass. He bent over me. "I'm gonna fuck you, nice and slow."

He pumped his hips, thrusting in and out. He then took hold of my hair, pulled my head up and back. My hand went to my clit. He changed his motion, moving inside me in a twisting cork-screw manner, and brought his mouth to my ear. He told me how good he felt, how tight and soft and warm I was, how he was going to fuck me, use me, own me; how I loved him, worshiped him, adored him; how I'd never known such pleasure, how I loved being his toy, his property, his bauble.

A hot wet liquid pleasure occupied my lower body. It was unbelievable, I'd given myself, submitted, to one of my students. I moaned and moaned; I loved it. I wrapped two fingers around his cock shaft as it moved in and out of my anus. Juice drenched my hand; juice ran down my thighs. My fingers returned to my clit. I closed my eyes, imagined Andy taking me like this in front of the school. I shook through a quick intense orgasm.

He was so hard; the walls of my asshole so sensitive; I felt every pulse of his magnificent tool. I wiggled my ass, pushed back, gasped when his hips slapped against my butt cheeks; I wanted more and more. I grabbed the sides of the table and rocked into him.

Andy understood. One hand locked on my hips and he drove into me harder and deeper. I grunted and screamed; I clutched the edges of the table; I dripped cunt juice.

He leaned over and whispered, "Your body belongs to me; I will show you all the wonderful things it can do and feel."

I knew that with this man I'd become the sex machine I was meant to be, cock-hungry, cunt-lapper, orgy-bait, cum-bucket, whatever he decreed. I squeezed my ass tight.

"Cocks and cunts galore, endless orgasms, dicks and dildos in all your holes, forever fucking."

I rolled my eyes, moaned in delight. I'd denied myself for too long. Andy was sweet and dirty and perfect. I would serve him, obey him, fuck him. I would be his forever.

"You are my slave. Cock-slut, cum-rag, fuck-bunny."

My stomach knotted, my legs started shaking, my grip on the table tightened. An orgasm started, grew, matured, tore up and down my ass and into my pussy. My asshole and cunt merged, there was intense fireball of pleasure, it all went supernova. My hips bucked violently; I howled in absolute all-consuming ecstasy.

"Oh, fuck, Andy yes. I'm your girl."

My asshole wildly pulsating, I thrashed like a hooked fish out of water. Andy's cock swelled, the bloated cockhead was hot, fat, and intense. Then it exploded, pouring cum into my violated rectum. I screamed in joy and pain and need as stream after stream of hot cum washed along the tight walls of my ass. It was wonderful.

Andy pulled out, leaned against the table next to me. Standing on shaky legs, I kissed his perspiring face.

"Master, I will be the best sex-toy ever."​