High School Faculty Whore (3)

Now that Sara had left, I felt uneasy being there alone. After getting myself together I quickly put everything away and closed the door to the supply room for the office. Then I turned and stood for a moment looking out of the window, I could see it was dark already but still snowing from the light of one of the light-post of the school grounds. “God” it’s cold outside” I thought, knowing I had to get to my car with it coming down. I then opened the door of the storage room to the hallway, slowly I peered out and down to the stairwell from where I had come. it was quiet, not a sound I could hear of anything. Now closing the door behind me with little noise, straightening my clothes and touching up my hair in case I would run into anyone on my way out. Slowly walking down the hallway, it seemed eerie being this way as compared to all the noises which fill it during the day. Reaching the first floor that eerie feeling still with me while I made my way pass the teachers lounge to the office and finding the door unlocked and myself relived that I could get my things and get the hell out of there. I quickly put on my coat, grabbed my purse and made my way to the side entrance while reaching for my keys in my purse, only to be stopped as I pressed the bar on the door to open it, finding it locked. “Shit”, I said to myself, “Now someone will know I am still here”. “Damn I got to get out of here”, I said to myself, walking back down to the hallway pass the office and lounge looking and listening for anyone who would still be here to let me out.


I began to get hot with my coat on being the building as very well heated, taking it off I just carried as I continued to look for anyone at this point as I walked that hallway. I could not find anyone until I finally reached the last classroom that I heard talking. Looking in I could see a rather tall man who appeared to be in his 50s, with shades of gray in his hair taking on a cell phone while siting at what would be the teachers desk. He then looked up and saw me and told the person on the phone, he would call them back. I stepped into the classroom stating to him that I had been mistakenly locked out and that I needed help. “I wonder if you could let me out, its seems someone has already locked the doors before I could get out because I wanted to finish some work I had to do”, I told him. Feeding him a load of bullshit in case he asked me what I was still doing there. He didn’t say anything to me, but gave me a look as if I was some dumbass bitch. I was nervous, but I didn’t show it . Then I said to him in more of a demanding way trying to keep from showing my uneasiness, “Can you let me out!” . Suddenly fear gripped me as he got out of his chair staring at me unhappily as he approached. He reached for the strap of my purse on my shoulder, taking my purse from me and throwing it on the floor before doing the same with my coat. “What do you think you are doing” I said. Then he slapped me hard, “Bitch you say Sir to me when you speak, he demanded. My eyes opened wide and damn he hit me hard, but before I could say or do anything, he grabbed my hair and pulled my upper body over the desk as he raised my skirt and started slapping my ass cheeks with his open hand, and I began to yell and cry from its sting. It seemed like minutes as he held me by my hair and slapped my bottom, but looking back it was only for maybe a minute as I still continued crying when he let go of me, but I did not move staying bent over the desk, then his hands under my skirt, touching my ass before spreading my cheeks causing my breathing to accelerate as I turned my head to try and get a look at his face again . “You got one fine ass”, he said to me. My cries had stopped, but my ass was stinging from his abuse of it, but I had become very wet also . I could hear him fiddling with his pants, only to suddenly feel his hands take hold of me again, but I only has a split second to think of it as he thrusted himself inside of me causing me to cry out while my head dropped down on the desk as I grabbed for the edges of it from being shoved hard from behind. Grunts came from him, before he said, “ Bitch I know you like this ”. At first I felt only the pain being bend over that desk, but then quickly the pleasure of being pounded hard took over while his grunts were making me so horny, and wanting him to use me .

With his hands firmly holding my ass, he pounded my pussy hard, his grunts only stopped when he said humiliating things to me and referred me as a whore. He fucked me for several minutes and then grabbing me with one hand by the back of my neck and the other still holding my ass. I was now moaning and we both were in a quick rhythm together as I began cum for him, while he continued pounding. Then he slapped my ass continuously while saying more dirty things about me came from his nasty mouth. I quickly became excited again and called him Sir, begging him to cum inside of me to which he did very hard, and I again came as well. The experience with him I found to be so hot and arousing that I would do anything now, and be that whore he called me.

He let go and pulled out of me and went back and fell into the chair he had been sitting, while I rested from the hard pounding I took and could get my senses together. “Come here you whore”, he called me, I rose from the desk to see him holding his cock in his hand, which he shook in front of me. “Get over here on you knees now” he commanded, and I eagerly obeyed him. On my knees his cock in my face, he again said dirty things to me knowing I liked it. “You whore” he said as he took a hand full of my hair and began rubbing his cock in my face, “You like that don’t you bitch, you like it nasty”. “Yes Sir”, I told him, and I could not lie, I did love everything he was doing to me as he then pulled my head down on his cock as told me to suck it . “Yes, you nasty whore suck my cock” he said, as he moved my head up and down while my lips surrounded his shaft. His cock as semi hard from after cumming in me, but in my mouth I could feel his hardness returning.

“Get up here bitch, sit on it”, he said. I stood up and now straddled his lap as he held me. Raising my skirt as I eased myself down on that hard thick shaft. Oh it felt so good going inside of me, “Let me see your tits, show them to me”, he commanded. I undid my blouse and pulled my tits from my bra exposing them to him as he began fucking me and sucking on my nipple. I was in my own little heaven now. Holding me by my waist I felt him piston his cock in and out of me, and I moaned and put my arms around him and held him to me, as I said in his ear, “Fuck me Sir!, I am a dirty fucking whore, use me. The lips of my pussy were tight around him and I squeezed his cock, as I rocked back and forth on it. I was so turned on I began to lick and kiss the side of his face. I now creamed on his cock and wanted him to cum so badly inside of me, that I began to say nasty things about myself, hoping to make him shot it hard into me, which it worked as hot cum gushed from him and filled my insides making me cum again. Now both of us were spent and I rested in his lap for several minutes. Then he wanted me off as I stood up and I could feel cum running down my leg. Get your shit, because you need to go” he said. He got pants back on and told me to wait there as he stepped out and headed down the hall.

“Damn”, I thought this was one of the best fucks I had in a very long time, now I was glad the door was locked. I gathered my things and I stuck my head out and looking down the hallway, I spied him now with another man, whom I did not know, they both talked for a few moments, then disappeared towards the side exit only to have him return. He then came back to the room and told me to come with him. We approached the teachers lounge where he and I entered and as I did I could see a woman on her knees, back to me crying wearing nothing but only a black collar around her neck and what was a chain attached to it, black stockings and heels. She had cum on all over her, but I could not tell who it was. ”Get on your feet bitch” he told her, and as she rose up and turned to me, I was shocked because it was Julie Monroe the girl’s PE coach. I had eaten lunch with her a few times and she very sweet, nice person to talk with, always worn plain clothes never anything you would consider revealing. Julie was 38, long dark brown hair and a sweet smile with her blue eyes and in beautiful shape. Never in the world would I have thought she would be here in something like this. “Go put your clothes on” he told her, Julie then left the room and then he began to ask me questions. “What did Sara tell you”, he asked, “Just to look for you if I got locked out”, “Is that it?. “ No”, “No what”?, he said. “She told me to to clean up upstairs and to have my cell phone always”, “Is that all”?, “Yes”. “Ok, well you are Sara’s whore and not mine, so you do as you are told”. “Yes sir”, I said to him. In a few minutes Julie retuned in one of her plain dress with her head down still crying a little, looking as of she was ashamed at what she had done. “Ok you whores it time for you to go”. He escorted us down to the exit and unlocked the door for us. I stepped out into the cold night air and started walking only to find I was alone. I looked back to see him talking to Julie, hearing him say, "You go ahead, cry now whore, but you will be back as you always do", as she walked out and went to her car crying, while I went to mine.

My ass was sore and I had taken a pounding being fucked like a whore. Ready for a bath and the need to relax was now what awaited for me at home. As I glanced at the clock on my car stereo it was already almost 8 o’clock. Driving home that snowy night my thoughts of my day and what I had done replayed in my mind. I was now Sara’s whore for her use me as she wanted. Already thinking of Monday when I arrived home and what I would be in store for me next had me tingling inside as I poured myself a glass of wine, filled the tub with hot water and got in, making my body feel good and relaxed and thinking nasty thoughts.

I was tired and I dozed off for about 20 minutes in the tub, when I heard my cell phone ring. But being in the tub I could not get to it in time. Getting out and finding that Sara had called me, “Oh shit” I missed her call, not sure on either if she would call again or I call her back. But it didn’t matter because the phone rang again and I answered it quickly, “Yes ma am”, I said, “Why didn’t you answer the phone bitch” she said in her anger , I told you to keep it with you”. “Sorry ma am”, I could not reach it in time, I replied. “You will be ready for Monday bitch, she said. “I want you to shave your bush, its to be nice and smooth for a new customer of mine”. “Also I am sending you a package and I want you to wear the things in it for Monday”. “You have a yellow dress with small flowers on it”she asked, “Yes ma’am I do”, I told her. “Good I want you to wear it on Monday with some high heels. “Yes mama I will”. “Ok, we have that taken care of, I don’t want any mistakes out of you bitch, If I do I will beat your ass”. “Yes ma am I will be ready, you can depend on me”, “Ok fine, I will see you Monday then, “Yes Ma’am”, and Sara hung up.

As I hung up on my end I wondered why the yellow dress which was one I wear only a few times because its a little tight for me and shows off my tits. Climbing into my bed that night naked as I always sleep, I could feel the clean sheets as they touched my pussy which was now shaved as Sara had told me to do. Who Sara was talking about? What would be in that package that was supposed to arrive? I didn’t know but my pussy was already getting wet.