admin
08 Şubat 2024, 10:41
At last! The first part of my story has been approved. I shall, therefore, continue with my dirty tale. All characters are eighteen or above. All sex is consensual.
If you haven't read part one, I'll update you.
My name is Jayne. I'm in my last year at Grammar School and enjoy being naughty. Very naughty.
Yesterday I had been summoned to the "office of shame" at school. I had been humiliated by my English teacher, spanked, mouth fucked and spunked on.
My crime was not complying with the school dress code. My cum stained bra bares witness to this, as does the audio recording I had secretly made on my phone.
Mr Ball had been the administrator of my punishment. I'd loved every second and was looking forward to future visits.
That evening, after feverish masturbation, I decided to consolidate an "arrangement" with Mr Ball. After our filthy session, I had taken his card from his desk.
His name, according to his card, was David. I decided to send "David" a text.
"Hi Mr Ball. Is it okay to ring you?"
"Well hello Miss Parker. Yes. I'm on my own."
I dialled his number and he picked up. I was lying on my bed gently fingering myself. I was still in my school güneyşehir escort (http://www.gaziantepgazetesi.com/kategori/guneysehir-escort) uniform and red cum stained panties. They were a mess. It felt delicious and I was going to love this conversation.
"Yes Miss Parker?"
"Oh David. Please call me Jayne."
"A little bit familiar, but I suppose that's alright under the circumstances."
"The circumstances are, I still have your cum on my tits and bra. Oh David. That rhymes! As an English teacher, I hope you appreciate that!"
He was silent.
"Cat got your tongue David?"
"Go on", he said quietly.
It was a long conversation. I explained that I had recorded everything and that his career and marriage would be destroyed in an instant if he didn't play the game.
"And what is the game, Jayne?"
"Can I call you Dave?" I giggled.
"No you fucking can't!" he snapped.
"Okay David. Here it is."
I explained that I provided a service at school. My lunch times were often spent in the girls toilets where I would perform sexual acts with selected boys and one or two girls. It was a very well organised little operation. The rules were, participants had to be eighteen, güneyşehir escort bayan (http://www.gaziantepgazetesi.com/kategori/guneysehir-escort) reasonably good looking, have the means to pay, but above all, discretion was critical. I ensured this last "clause" by filming little parts of my performances. My "clients" fully understood the implications of disclosure and it worked very well. I called it my pocket money and did okay. For the most part I enjoyed it. Fucking me was not allowed, but hand jobs and blow jobs were fine.
Mr Ball remained silent.
"Now, here's where you come in David."
I went on to explain that my uniform would no longer be an issue. My customers loved my underwear and heels. He would make sure none of the other staff called me in for inspections, and my business would be protected.
"Are you with me so far?" I asked.
"Yes Jayne."
"Oh, that's good David."
I told him I would never ruin his career as long as he stuck to my rules.
I pushed my fingers further into my pussy and continued.
"There's some good news though."
"What?" He said miserably.
"I really enjoyed today. I'd like some more."
"That can be arranged, I'm sure."
"Oh escort güneyşehir (http://www.gaziantepgazetesi.com/kategori/guneysehir-escort) I'm sure it can David. By the way, are you fucking Miss Davis?"
"That's personal."
"Coming on my tits is personal!"
"Yes. Yes I am."
"Ah. Thought so."
The beginning of a fantasy began to form in my mind. My fingers were soaked.
"Does she like pussy David?"
He cleared his throat.
"Yes. She likes pussy."
"Then perhaps you could arrange a get together for the three of us."
He was breathing heavily.
"Are you wanking, David? I know I am."
Once again I had him in the palm of my hand. I was very excited about what might be. So was Mr Ball. He gave a grunt as he came.
"Good boy David, I purred. "Do we have an understanding?"
"Yes."
"Text me when you've made arrangements. Goodnight David."
"Goodnight Jayne."
I was happy with my days work. My business was protected and I looked forward to a new sexual adventure. I started to listen to my recording. It was very obvious what exactly was going on. I was gazing at my phone unaware that my father was stood at my bedroom door.
"It's gone very quiet at that bit." He was smiling.
I don't know how much he heard. Clearly we were at the point where my mouth was full of my teacher's cock.
"Daddy! How long have you been stood there?"
"Long enough darling."
"You're not angry with me, are you Daddy.?"
I needn't have worried.
Later that evening, he came to my room and fucked me even harder than usual.
If you haven't read part one, I'll update you.
My name is Jayne. I'm in my last year at Grammar School and enjoy being naughty. Very naughty.
Yesterday I had been summoned to the "office of shame" at school. I had been humiliated by my English teacher, spanked, mouth fucked and spunked on.
My crime was not complying with the school dress code. My cum stained bra bares witness to this, as does the audio recording I had secretly made on my phone.
Mr Ball had been the administrator of my punishment. I'd loved every second and was looking forward to future visits.
That evening, after feverish masturbation, I decided to consolidate an "arrangement" with Mr Ball. After our filthy session, I had taken his card from his desk.
His name, according to his card, was David. I decided to send "David" a text.
"Hi Mr Ball. Is it okay to ring you?"
"Well hello Miss Parker. Yes. I'm on my own."
I dialled his number and he picked up. I was lying on my bed gently fingering myself. I was still in my school güneyşehir escort (http://www.gaziantepgazetesi.com/kategori/guneysehir-escort) uniform and red cum stained panties. They were a mess. It felt delicious and I was going to love this conversation.
"Yes Miss Parker?"
"Oh David. Please call me Jayne."
"A little bit familiar, but I suppose that's alright under the circumstances."
"The circumstances are, I still have your cum on my tits and bra. Oh David. That rhymes! As an English teacher, I hope you appreciate that!"
He was silent.
"Cat got your tongue David?"
"Go on", he said quietly.
It was a long conversation. I explained that I had recorded everything and that his career and marriage would be destroyed in an instant if he didn't play the game.
"And what is the game, Jayne?"
"Can I call you Dave?" I giggled.
"No you fucking can't!" he snapped.
"Okay David. Here it is."
I explained that I provided a service at school. My lunch times were often spent in the girls toilets where I would perform sexual acts with selected boys and one or two girls. It was a very well organised little operation. The rules were, participants had to be eighteen, güneyşehir escort bayan (http://www.gaziantepgazetesi.com/kategori/guneysehir-escort) reasonably good looking, have the means to pay, but above all, discretion was critical. I ensured this last "clause" by filming little parts of my performances. My "clients" fully understood the implications of disclosure and it worked very well. I called it my pocket money and did okay. For the most part I enjoyed it. Fucking me was not allowed, but hand jobs and blow jobs were fine.
Mr Ball remained silent.
"Now, here's where you come in David."
I went on to explain that my uniform would no longer be an issue. My customers loved my underwear and heels. He would make sure none of the other staff called me in for inspections, and my business would be protected.
"Are you with me so far?" I asked.
"Yes Jayne."
"Oh, that's good David."
I told him I would never ruin his career as long as he stuck to my rules.
I pushed my fingers further into my pussy and continued.
"There's some good news though."
"What?" He said miserably.
"I really enjoyed today. I'd like some more."
"That can be arranged, I'm sure."
"Oh escort güneyşehir (http://www.gaziantepgazetesi.com/kategori/guneysehir-escort) I'm sure it can David. By the way, are you fucking Miss Davis?"
"That's personal."
"Coming on my tits is personal!"
"Yes. Yes I am."
"Ah. Thought so."
The beginning of a fantasy began to form in my mind. My fingers were soaked.
"Does she like pussy David?"
He cleared his throat.
"Yes. She likes pussy."
"Then perhaps you could arrange a get together for the three of us."
He was breathing heavily.
"Are you wanking, David? I know I am."
Once again I had him in the palm of my hand. I was very excited about what might be. So was Mr Ball. He gave a grunt as he came.
"Good boy David, I purred. "Do we have an understanding?"
"Yes."
"Text me when you've made arrangements. Goodnight David."
"Goodnight Jayne."
I was happy with my days work. My business was protected and I looked forward to a new sexual adventure. I started to listen to my recording. It was very obvious what exactly was going on. I was gazing at my phone unaware that my father was stood at my bedroom door.
"It's gone very quiet at that bit." He was smiling.
I don't know how much he heard. Clearly we were at the point where my mouth was full of my teacher's cock.
"Daddy! How long have you been stood there?"
"Long enough darling."
"You're not angry with me, are you Daddy.?"
I needn't have worried.
Later that evening, he came to my room and fucked me even harder than usual.