She stood up, and was still shaking, but offered him a wan smile. She shimmied in her skirt until it was down past her thighs again. He bent, picked up her panties, and put them in his pocket where the other ones were, without even offering to give them back to her. She didn’t seem like she noticed.
After he fucked he always had to piss. Before he put his dick back in his pants he relived himself of some of the wine he had consumed that night and she stepped quickly out of the way so that he didn’t splash her. Somewhere in the struggle she has lost one of her shoes and the quick motion unbalanced her and she fell against the car.
“Hey, stop that,” he yelled, angry that she may scratch the paint. He finished urinating and stuffed his cock back in his pants, zipped up and walked over to inspect if there was any damage.
“I’m sorry,” she said quickly. It was ludicrous to think that she was apologizing to him but it just kind of came out before she could get a handle on it. Her whole world was jumbled up and words were coming out of her mouth and she was more than a little bit drunk and she was having trouble putting it all together.
“Come on, it’s time to go,” he said a little bit gruffly. “I have to be up early in the morning.”
She hobbled around the car to the passenger’s door as fast as she would on the old gravel driveway while wearing only one shoe. She had liked this pair of shoes, but didn’t bother looking for the one she had lost. She knew instinctively that she would never wear anything she had on tonight, ever again.
Chuck had gotten off and was essentially done with the bitch. He was glad she had stopped crying and was not trying to make conversation. He had gone on to other things in his head and there was something bothering him. Driving her back home had been an unwanted chore, but he had done it anyway. She had been a good sport about everything.
When they got to her dorm, he pulled out his money clip and handed her another US$200. She took it a bit skittishly and crumpled it in her hand. “You were great baby,” he told her. “A real good sport. I’ll call you some time. After all, I never even got to see those tits.” He smiled at her and touched her chin with his knuckle like Sylvester Stallone. She hurried out the car and into the dorm. He was a little miffed she didn’t say thank you. That’s okay, he thought. Next time we go out, I’ll teach her some manners.
He laughed a bit to himself and started home. He was anxious to get off campus before any police pulled him over and asked him how much he had had to drink.
That night Chuck slept like a log. He was exhausted, and on top of that the wine and the mind blowing sex had done him in. But the moment he woke up, there was one thought in his mind: It was too much money.
It had first come to him when Walter was showing off his new boat, and ever since then it has been tickling the back of his mind. He had never seen it before because in security the money flowed in like water over rocks. But this was just too much. The giant house, new boat, landscaping, private school, exotic vacations… It all adds up over time and none of the other executives of the company seemed to be living that large. Could it be that they just hid it better?
That was the thought that kept him awake for the next two nights. He stared at his celling and tried to work out the numbers. They just didn’t add up. On the third morning he got up, went to work before anyone else was there and started pulling paperwork he was not supposed to have access to.
To understand how this was done, you have to understand my business. It’s a business that thrives on a lack of paper trails and receipts. Customers frequently use couriers to pay large bills with cash. Numbered bank accounts and transfers that are routed through more than one country and holding company are not uncommon. Don’t think of these things as attempts to hide criminal activity, which is what most people think, rather they are trying to hide wealth. For the truly wealthy of the world, the people that need the kind of protection we offer, their biggest fear is not the Income Tax Returns but their competition knowing exactly how much they are worth. Money is power and their safety is tied directly to disguising that wealth. It keeps everyone guessing. It’s even more true for major corporations.
And somewhere in all of the bank transfers, currency exchanges and cash deals, Walter had found a way not to so much divert a few drips into his bank account, but to funnel a whole revenue stream there.
Of course, just figuring it out wasn’t enough. He also had to figure out where the money came from, how it was diverted and how much of it there was. Because of the nature of the business, there are usually strict checks and balances in place. But through a fluke of circumstance, one of the founding partners had died, and his replacement was never informed about all of the checks in place. The end result was a microscopic loophole that Walter had been exploiting to the tune of nearly US$300,000. That, combined with his already inflated salary had allowed him to live the high life. But that was all coming to an end.
Chuck checked his printed pages one last time before he left for his boss’s office. He had far more than he needed, but he wanted to make sure that there was no way that Walter could argue with him. The wide sheets of lined paper had been printing in the computer room all afternoon, the tractor feed advancing one line at a time as the striker imprinted the pages with his future. It was all here. Now all he had to do was sell it.
He had called Walter right before 5:00 and asked him to stay and meet with him around 6:00, when the rest of the office had cleared out.
“Walter, I need to talk to you in private,” he said. “I was reviewing one of our client’s and I think I spotted some irregularities in the accounting. I want to show it to you, but I want to make sure no one else is around. This is some serious shit.”
“What kind of irregularities,” he asked a bit too quickly.
“I think someone may be stealing money from the company. Look, I don’t want to say any more now. I’ll come to your office at 6:00.”
At 6:05 he knocked on Walter’s office door and walked in before he was asked. For just a moment, before he made his stand, he looked around at the large, plush office all decked out in wood and leather and allowed himself to know this would be his office shortly. Then he got right too it.
“Alright, Chuck, let’s hear it. Though I’m sure you simply made a mistake. There is no way someone in this company would be stealing. We’re a security company, for crying out loud.”
Chuck dropped the stack of impressive looking papers on the desk and said “Walter, over the last year you have embezzled a minimum of US$288K from 16 different client accounts and moved the money though Luzern, Switzerland. I have detailed bank transactions proving this, as well as all five of your bank accounts that you are hiding it in. "
Now here was the surprise. Chuck expected Walter to rant and rave. To scream bloody murder and fire him and have to be convinced of how much trouble he was in, but he didn’t. He simply deflated like a hot air balloon with a hole in it and sank into his chair.
“How did you find out,” he asked, in a quiet voice.
“At your house the other night. It was too good to be true. There was too much money there. Too many toys. It sure wasn’t coming from this place, and your wife grew up comfortable, but not rich. It had to be coming from somewhere, and I wanted to know where.”
At the mention of Karen, Walter flinched a bit.
“I guess I knew it was only a matter of time. Who else have you told?”
“No one. Not yet, anyway,” he said. Then he braced himself and launched into the trickiest part of this. “And I don’t have to.”
Walter looked up, startled but with hope in his voice. “You want a cut?” he asked.
“No, I want your job. Here is the way it is. You resign at the end of the week. Contact your connections in London. They are looking for a new director of operations. The reason you are leaving this job is because you have always wanted to move to England. The pay will be lower there, but when you sell off all of your assets here you should come out of it ahead. They are going to think they won the lottery when you call and tell them you are interested in the job.
“You will then make it clear to anyone and everyone here that I am the only choice for your successor. You better sell it too, because if I don’t get the job, you’re fucked. And I mean that very literally. You’re only other alternative is to go to jail for the rest of your life while thugs pass you around and shit in your mouth for fun.”
There was a long silence while both men stared at each other, one broken, weighing his options, and the other triumphant. Finally Walter started nodding. “Karen always did love the English countryside. She would never even have to know. I could tell her it was a growing company… stake in our future…” he said quietly to himself.
“Two things,” Chuck said. “First, it should go without saying, but there are two more copies of this information. One is with a friend, one is with my lawyer. If anything happens to me, they are instructed to deliver this information to the CIB. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” he said dismissively.
“Second, I better see confirmation of your end of this plan by the end of the week or the deal is off. I understand the transition will take a few weeks, but I better know my end is covered by the weekend, or we are going to have a problem.”
“I get it. I’ll find a way to make it happen. You don’t have the experience, but I’ll figure out a way.”
“That’s your problem, deal with it”.
“You’re a real son of a bitch,” Walter said, not so much with anger or defiance in his voice, but with resignation. A powerful man, brought low in a matter of seconds. It wasn’t enough. It didn’t feel enough like victory. It was all too easy.
Chuck turned back around and stared at Walter for a very long moment. He thought about what Walter had said about his wife never having to know.
“There is one more thing that I want from you.”
“I guess you want what’s left of the money? I expected you to say that earlier.”
“Tempting, but no. You can keep the money. I want your wife.”
“What,” Walter roared, as he rocketed from his chair. “You must be out of your fucking mind”.
“Or your daughter. Honestly I don’t care. Its 6:15 now. I’m going home. You will send one of them too me by 11:00 tonight or your life as you know it is over.”
“You’ll never lay a hand on my daughter!”
“Fine, your wife then. Explain it to her. Tell her how you will go to prison for the rest of your life. Explain how she and Karenna will be left with nothing after the lawyers and the CIB are done. No more tennis lessons, no more country club, no more fancy cars. She’ll have to get a real job like the rest of us and she and your daughter will be living in some HDB apartment in a bad section of town, working shitty jobs and wondering what they ever did to deserve this. Or she can give up one night of her dignity and go back to living the life of a princess. Just over the pond.”
“She’ll never go for it,” he said, shaking his head.
“Eleven o’clock. Tell her to dress pretty.”
With that, chuck walked out of his soon to be new office and went home. That last part of the bargain he had never planned on, but it was such a good idea he was amazed he hadn’t thought of it earlier. He stopped on the way to pick up some party favors, and decided to take a nap before company arrived.
By 10:45 that night Chuck was dressed in his finest suit. It was white, and he had the sleeves pushed up like that guy from “Miami Vice”. He liked that show. He had stopped at a friend’s house and purchased some coke. He had it cut and scraped into 8 lines on the glass and chrome coffee table. He took his first bump of the night and let the feeling wash over him. He shook a martini for himself and poured it out thinking “Just like in James Bond” as he always did when he made this drink.
He turned off all the lights in the back of the house and watched the street. He wanted to make sure it was Walter’s wife that showed up, and not Walter himself with a gun and a cute little plan. That’s what he would do if it was him.
Eleven o’clock came and passed and no one showed. He was beginning to get nervous, and then he saw the headlights of a green BMW 325s turn onto his street and knew he had won. He waited until he saw enough to know Karen was alone in the car, and then he turned on some music and adjusted the lighting. He wanted it mellow, not too bright and not too dark. Eric Carmen’s Hungry Eyes played on his Hi Fi and he made a point of slowing his heart rate before he heard her knock on the door.
The knock came, faint, but somehow it also sounded proud to his ears. The line of coke must have started messing with him. Sometimes it made his thoughts come across as overly analytical, like books he read in a Russian literature class years ago.
He held the beat in his head. One one thousand, two one thousand, three one thousand… he counted to let the suspense build. At twelve one thousand he opened the door and stared at Karen right in the eyes as she was moving to knock a second time.
And he was right; there was pride in her eyes. He could see it immediately. She was not the sweet MILF he thought she was. This woman had some steel in her.
Interesting, he thought.
He looked her over from head to toe. The very first thing he noticed is that she has been crying. Her eyes were puffy and her cheeks had streaked a little bit. She had obviously been crying on the way over here since she applied her makeup.
She was a stunning woman though. In her early 40’s she was in impeccable physical shape. To his knowledge she had never had a job, which meant her real job had been raising their daughter and keeping herself pretty for her beloved husband. She had done a good job of both.
Walter must have told her what he said about dressing pretty. She was in a matching two piece top and skirt combination. It was white with large purple flowers on it. An inch of her tanned midsection was visible where they didn’t quite meet. It looked more like something her daughter might wear, and maybe it was. Maybe she took it out of her closet. The skirt stopped at mid-thigh and her legs were bare. Most women didn’t go around without stockings back then and it added to the look of hastiness in her appearance. Her long cascades of black curls were styled, but not well. Her makeup applied, but without a touch of sincerity. Their talk had obviously lasted long and she barely had enough time to get dressed and make it before the deadline.
There is really nothing to say in a situation like that, so he just stepped out of the way and let her walk in. He could see that her hands were shaking at her sides. The high heels she was wearing were just a little too high and she was stepping awkwardly. She didn’t know what to say either, but looked around the space like it was going to be her doom.
“I’m having a drink. Do you want one?”
“No,” she answered and laughed like it was the most preposterous question she had ever been asked. “Where do you want me to, you know, be?”
Her eyes were liquid, filled with hate and resignation and fear. Even though her lip quivered and her voice cracked, he would have bet anything she had promised herself she wouldn’t let him see her cry. He would see about that.
“There’s no need for that,” he said with some warmth in his voice. “I have you all night. I don’t intend to rush this.”
A look of revulsion washed over her face.
“Have you ever done coke before,” he asked pleasantly.
“Yes,” she said in just over a whisper.
“What does it do to you?”
“It makes me talkative. More outgoing.” She was practically speaking through clenched teeth.
“Good. I have some there on the coffee table. I want you to do two lines for me.” He said this as he was in the process of shaking two more drinks. One for him and one for her.
“I don’t think so, fella,” she said defiantly. “I know what I have to do here tonight, but that doesn’t mean you get to treat this like it’s some fancy party. I’m not your date. Let’s just get it over with.”
He walked over to her and held out the drink he had made for her. She didn’t take it, but he kept it outstretched staring at her, letting the tension build. Eventually she stomped her foot on the ground and took it from him. He smiled and retreated a step or two.
“Just getting it over with wouldn’t be any fun for me. What did Walter tell you to get you over here?”
“He told me all of it,” she said fiercely.
“Oh I doubt that very much.”
“Why? He told me about the money he stole, and he told me he is going to go to prison if you turn him in. I have to come here and…” she hesitated “Fuck you if I want him to stay out of prison.” She said it too loud and looked away. She was not used to cursing.
“Did you know about this before tonight?”
“No!” she said emphatically.
“Did he tell you about the affair?”
“What?” she asked genuinely shocked.
“So he didn’t tell you everything, did he? So before you do anything with me, before you fuck me, as you said, you may as well sit down, have a drink and a snort of coke and listen to what I have to say.”
“I’m not doing coke.”
“I’m not telling you the story if you don’t.”
The two of them stood like that for a while and stared at each other, both resigned not to give in. Finally she looked part of the way away and asked “What affair?”
“Coke first,” Chuck said in a frank voice that left no room for equivocation.
She gave in. She kneeled down in front of the coffee table and smoothed her skirt around her ass so she didn’t show too much. She bent over the lines, took the little straw he had laid out for her and snorted a line. “Another,” he said flatly. She looked at him and then back at the table, and did a second line. At most she weighed 115 pounds. She would be buzzed out of her mind in a few minutes.
“Now sit down on the couch, and have your drink and I will tell you what he didn’t.” He let her find her space on the couch, all the way to one side. He came to sit right next to her. Facing her he put his arm over the back of the sofa and she leaned to get as far away from him as propriety would allow. She took a sip of chilled vodka from her glass to cover her discomfort.
Then, without an ounce of remorse, he spun his web of bullshit.
“You know that actress he has been so happy we landed? Well the reason he is so happy is about it is not that she brought on a bunch of business, but that he has been sleeping with her every chance he gets. Why do you think he’s been flying out to South Korea so often?”
“Dana,” she asked shocked. After the last few hours she was ready to believe anything about her husband. “I… I thought we were becoming friends.”
“Karen, that’s not the worst of it.” She finished the drink and he could tell her eyes were looking a little glassy. He handed her his drink and took her empty glass and set it on the coffee table. “Did he tell you that he would be the only one that went to jail if you didn’t come here?”
“Yes,” she said.
“He lied to you. He worked the papers out to make it look like you were in on it the whole time. If the two of you are prosecuted together, it would mean a lesser sentence for him. Not much, but it would save him a few years. All of your assets would be seized and you would both be in prison.”
“That bastard,” she screamed. Genuine rage was written clearly on her face. “I can’t believe he would do that to me!”
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Her face was flushing from the coke, booze and the emotional roller coaster. Her top didn’t show a lot of cleavage, but her flush was creeping down her neck and chest to be cut off by the shirt.
“When I confronted him with this tonight, he offered to send me Karenna. He told me she was mine for the taking. He said I could do whatever I wanted to her.”
Her face grew a darker shade of red. “I’ll kill him,” she whispered.
“I told him no. I told him that I wanted you instead. Honestly you should be thanking me. I kept you out of prison and I gave you a chance to be here instead of your daughter.”
He waited and she only stared at him with disbelief.
“So thank me,” he said. “I’m waiting.”
“Thank you,” she said through gritted teeth again.
“No, no. Do it sweetly. Tell me what you’re thankful for.”
It took her a long time. Her courage to stand up to him came and went several times. In the end it went, and stayed gone. She was beaten and she knew it.
“Thank you,” she said in a quiet, cracking voice. “Thank you for keeping me out of prison and for letting me be here instead of my daughter.”
He smiled at her the way an owner smiles at a puppy the first time it asks to go out and doesn’t mess the rug up.
“Finish your drink and stand up.”
She tossed the rest of the drink back. She did it too fast, probably to cover just how shaky her hands were. She stood, and faced him as he spread out on the couch to get the best view possible.
“Take off your shoes. I don’t like how tall you are in them.”
She bent down and undid the laces that snaked up her ankles. She kicked them off and into a corner. She lost four inches in height as she did so. Her hands fidgeted around the hem of her skirt twisting it like a nervous girl would.
“Let’s take off that top next, and when I tell you to do something, I would like you to say thank you sir.”
She swallowed hard. He would have bet anything that she had not been naked in front of another man since before she was married. There was a row of little purple flower shaped buttons down the front of her top. She undid them one by one as she said “Thank you sir.” It caught in her throat sounding choked and forced. She threw the top on the chair revealing a very simple, white underwire bra.
Her breasts were a lot bigger than he thought they would be. The effect of her standing there so compliantly was causing him to get hard.
“Now take off the skirt, fold it neatly and place it on the chair.”
“Thank you, sir.” She said it, but she didn’t mean it. She did as instructed. Her panties were again more functional than designed to be enticing. They were simple, white fare sold out of any Sears catalog.
“Take off your panties and hand them to me.”
“Thank you, sir.” She said and started to cry. Not hard, and not loud, but the tears rolled down her cheek anyway. She bent over at the waist and slipped them down to her ankles. She used one hand to cover herself and handed them to him.
He took them from her and as soon as her hand was free she used it to cover her mons as well. Chuck looked at the panties and smelled them. She must have put them on right before she left. In a good story they would have been wet and she would have been secretly loving this, but she wasn’t.
He reached forward and with one finger he gently pushed one hand away from her pussy and then the other. She was shaved completely. Obviously something she had done for Walter or Bikini season, but not for him. He ran the knuckle of his index finger from her navel to her cunt and held his hand there while she suppressed s shudder.
“Now your bra,” he said, leaning back on the sofa again. “On the chair.”
She reached her hands behind her back and undid the clasp. She dropped the straps off one shoulder then the other. Her large breasts slumped an inch from the lack of support. With one hand she tossed it on the chair. She knew the game and knew better than to try to cover herself this time.
Her pale chest was freckled from the sun. Her blush ran down between her breasts and her dark purple nipples were hard from the chill air-conditioning. She was a very beautiful woman.
He stood next to her and without breaking eye contact he cupped her left breast in his hand. “If I had known your tits were this nice, I would have arranged to see them sooner.” She looked away in her embarrassment. He continued to knead her breast in his hand while she looked elsewhere. He pinched the nipple roughly and she gasped.
“You forgot to say something that time,” he said as he continued to pinch her nipple.
She had to breathe deeply several times to get her answer out. “Thank you sir.” She said it through gritted teeth.
He released her nipple and she breathed softer. He walked around her backside and put both hands on her shoulders. He massaged them a few times, he smelled her hair. It was fruit scented from her shampoo. He kept a hand on her shoulder to make sure she didn’t move and dropped the other to her ass. It was a fantastic ass! She worked out regularly and her ass was firm and solidly muscled.
He gripped it painfully and then smacked it hard to watch it jiggle. She flinched at the impact. He chuckled a little bit to himself, then reaching down to her knee he ran his hand up the inside of her thigh and to her pussy. Her lips parted at the urgent press of his index finger. She was not wet. She was not anything approaching turned on by this. Still, he ran his fingers in and out and along her sex.
“Do you like that,” he asked, knowing the answer.
“No!” she said with a growl in her voice.
“No, I don’t think you do. Pity. But of course it’s fun this way too.” He continued fingering her as she gently swayed back and forth where she stood, swaying from the rough treatment of his hand inside of her. “Let see if you like this more.”
He pulled the two fingers out of her pussy and ran them between her cheeks to her tightly puckered anus. He rubbed around it twice with his index finger, to let her know what was coming and then forced it inside of her. He got all the way to the second knuckle of his finger before she clenched so hard he couldn’t push any further.
“Ahhhhh,!” she screamed. He knew instantly she had never been penetrated here before.
“Oh,” he said. “Maybe that’s why Walter has to go out of town to get what he wants. You aren’t giving him access to the crown jewel.” He worked his finger in and out of her a few times. He moved his hand from her shoulder to her throat to give him some more control. He felt her hot salty tears fall on the back on his hand.
After a couple of minutes of working his finger in her ass the thrill was wearing off for him and it was time to humiliate her in another way. He took his finger out and wiped it on her thigh. He grabbed her arm and steered her roughly to the sofa where he bent her over the armrest. He pushed her face into the cushion and kicked her legs apart at the ankle just like he had done to Melissa.
“Time for the main event, Karen. Are you ready for me to fuck you?”
“Please don’t,” she said in a terribly small voice.
“Please, I like that. But sorry, I have to.”
Using his body weight to hold her in place he undid the buckle on his belt and let his pants fall. He was wearing a green and white pair of boxers underneath. He dropped those as well, and stepped out of them so that he was bare from the waist down. He pressed his hips back against Karen. He didn’t penetrate her, but she could clearly feel his rock hard cock pressed lengthwise against the lips of her pussy. She let out a long, low moan of despair.
He took off his coat and shirt and was finally nude and ready to enjoy this piece of ass that was his for the taking. With a hand in the small of her back, he leaned away and used his other hand to guide himself into her pussy. She clenched as hard as she could to keep him out of her. She moaned in frustration as her body wasn’t strong enough. Eventually, inch by inch he relentlessly pushed his way into her.
He pulled out, and pushed his way back in. This time it was easier and his thighs slapped against her ass making a SMACKing sound. The fourth time he stopped his thrusts and said “Say thank you for fucking you.”
At first nothing came out of her mouth, just a silent opening and closing of her mouth.
“Say it!” he said emphatically.
“Fuck you,” she said clearly, enunciating every word clearly. “I’m not saying it.”
With that he pulled all the way out of her and bent to where his pants were laying on the ground. He drew out his expensive leather belt, doubled it in two and slapped her across the thighs, just below the swell of her ass. Her fair skin colored immediately from the blow.
She screamed. She was completely surprised by blow and nothing could have prepared her for the sting of it. She bucked and tried to stand up, but he pushed her back over the armrest of the sofa. SMACK! He hit her with the belt a second time, in exactly the same spot. This time she bucked harder and he had to struggle to keep her body pressed against the armrest. She loosed with a guttural scream of pain and frustration.
“Say it or I keep going with the belt”
“NO!” she screamed at the top of her lungs.
“Then say it.”
She waited a moment too long and he whipped the belt through the air a third time. This time he brought it up between her legs where it impacted on her pussy and the underside of her ass.
“Thank you,” she said quickly and loudly.
“Thank you for what,” he asked calmly.
“Thank you for fucking me,” she said in an almost scream.
“I couldn’t hear you. Say it again.”
“Thank you for fucking me.”
“Tell me you loved the feeling of my dick inside you.”
“I loved the feel of your dick inside me.”
“Beg me to put it back.”
She was quiet too long. The next blow from the belt came across the thighs as the first two had.
“Please put it back in me,” she said hastily.
“That’s not begging. Beg!”
“Please! Shit, PLEASE put it back in me. I want to feel you in me.”
He laughed and got back into position to fuck her.
Karen had always had a problem with coke. She had done it a few times years ago when she and Walter had been at some parties. It always made her horny as hell. The two lines of coke this asshole has made her do was taking its toll on her. Combined with the stimulation of being fucked and the whipping she was wet when he tried to push into her again.
“Well maybe you really do want it back in you. Good girl.”
He pushed himself back in her and it wasn’t long before he worked into his rhythm. He slammed into her harder and harder, being as rough as he could. He was thinking that he wanted her to remember the feel of him for a few days when she moved. That though is what did it. He came inside of her, pressing himself into her as hard as he possibly could until he was completely finished with his ejaculations.
When he pulled out of her, he was out of breath. As one final insult he grabbed her hip and roughly rolled her off of the sofa and onto the floor. She curled into a ball and cried there. He looked back at the arm of the sofa and saw where their fluids had combined to make a dark patch on the fabric. He would have to have it cleaned. He had been so focused on what he was doing to her, that he hadn’t felt her cum, but it looked like maybe she had.
He stood over her and watched her in her complete humiliation. One last thing occurred to him. He walked over to a book case and picked up his Polaroid camera. He snapped a couple of pictures of her on the ground. She was too far gone to even notice the flash.
Slowly she pulled herself together.
“I can’t do that again. I can’t stay here all night,” she said. He knew she was right and he had gotten everything that he had wanted.
“You’re done. You’re a good wife. Get dressed and get out of here. But I want you to remember that if you ever tell anyone about this I will give the files to the authorities and when the two of you are in jail, I’ll make it a point to look up Karrena.” That last touch had been his insurance policy.
She got up from the ground and started gathering her clothes. When she bent down to pick up her panties Chuck moved his foot to step on them, letting her know she couldn’t have them back. His dick twitched at the thought of her driving home in the short skirt and no panties and what would run out of her and stain the leather seat in the BMW.
She dressed in front of him, but with her back turned while he stood naked watching her. Chuck had no sense of embarrassment about his body or sense of modesty. She looked over her shoulder at him and started walking for the door.
“One more thing before you go,” he said. She visibly shuddered at this voice. She froze, but didn’t turn around. “Every time you fuck your husband for the rest of your life, I want you to remember what he made you do here tonight. This is his fault.”
“HA HA!” she laughed in an abrupt and ugly way. No humor in it, just absurdity. She turned around and looked at him in the eye, a ghost of that steel he had seen earlier in the night visible again. “That bastard is never laying a hand on me again. Never! If he tries it, I’ll kill him”.
With that she turned and walked out of the house. The last thing she heard as she left was Chuck’s laughter, loud and genuine.
Remember that proof that I mentioned earlier that he showed me? In addition to the three polaroid’s he took, he had set up a video camera and recorded the whole event. He kept the tape in a shoebox in his closet with the Polaroids, one of her earrings that he had found under the sofa, her panties and her daughters panties.
I worked for chuck for several years, more than a decade after this happened. In the end he left really abruptly and one of his employees got promoted to his position. I wonder why…or is this ‘Karma’?
Story 6
Kevin was an 18-year-old horny teenager; his hormones were always on the go. Everything in a skirt and that had tits was on the menu including his English teacher Miss Tan, who he had the biggest crush.
She was a student teacher so fresh out of teacher training, and had the hottest body in school. Kevin got an erection every time she walked in into the classroom. It was all that Kevin could do to hide is massive hard on every time.
Elle Tan always wore a skirt and a blouse that was unbuttoned enough to see the material of her Lacy bra. Kevin was sick of masturbating over the thought of her in the boys toilets every day at school; he was failing English because his mind wonders on to the topic of Miss Tan’s body.
Elle Tan was 25 years old and fresh to teaching she had left her last job because she hated the way everyone looked at her. She had informed on her boss, this caused the company to fold as he was stealing money from the pension fund and putting it in off shore bank account. Miss Tan informed the government about his defrauding and he locked up in prison over it, but the business folded soon after that. She had been forced to quit but her skills lent them self’s to teaching, so she got her teaching degree.
Elle enjoyed English in school herself and decided she would teach that as she held a degree in English lit. The kids made her life a living hell be she expected that as a new teacher, but she soon settled in and grown to know the good kids and the trouble makers in every class, but the only ones that stuck in her head were the ones who did not understand English lit and its place in the world.
One of those kids was Kevin Ong he was bright, but struggled with almost every piece of work that she was give him. Miss Tan told him if he did not pass her class that he would not graduate this year, and he could be held back a year until he passed. This pissed Kevin off, as he would love to give Miss Tan a good fucking for just holding him back. His parents were sick to death because his grades were not good enough to get him into university. They kept on going to the school most weeks to try to solve the problem, even bring Kevin extra credit work home with them.
Kevin was never going to pass her class, she may have be the hottest teacher but she could be a first rate bitch. Kevin needed to see Miss Tan after school ended for the day, but he also had football practice, which he could not get out of, as he was a linebacker in the team this year.
Kevin went to practice and played for over an hour on the field, but he was still thinking about Miss Tan’s hot body, even when he showered with the rest of the team he all he could think about was fucking her sexy hot body. It gave him a massive hard on in the shower and really struggled to hide it from the other boys.
As Kevin left practice, he noticed that Miss Tan’s car was still in the car park and he wondered if he could grab a quick word with her. Her office was in her classroom just behind the chalkboard, the door to her office stayed locked even if she was in her office. Kevin knocked on the door to her class room but did not get any answer so he open the door and was surprised to hear coming from her office the sounds of a woman moaning in pleasure.
The moaning grow louder every minute as he stood in her empty class room, then all of a sudden he heard what sounded like the deputy heads name been called out by the woman’s voice “Oh Mr Rodigers, give me it all now!”.
Then silence as the office door started to open, Kevin hide behind a desk hopefully no one would see him there. Kevin saw Mr Rodiger leave and then Miss Tan appeared at the door way, he hair was all over the place and her make-up was coming off her face, she had lost most of her lipstick and there was cum in her hair, at the front.
Kevin fished in his pocket and pulled out his phone, opened it and took photos of Miss Tan in this state and wondered if he could use them later against her, she left the classroom still in state of undress, her skirt was unzipped at the waist band and her blouse was fully open and her tits where on show. Kevin managed to get it all on his phone as she left, her state of undress had given Kevin a raging hard on which needed to be released quickly. He opens his pants, whipped his cock out, ejaculated all over her desk, and then disappeared outside.
Kevin noticed that Miss Tan drove off in Mr. Rodigers car and left her car behind in the school car, Mr. Rodigers was a ladies’ man.
Elle Tan was a natural black her hair had brown highlights, she also had a figure that most women her age would kill for, her waist was slender and sexy hips, she was actually 5'10’’ but she always wore heels, which made her 6'2’’, and she had the sexiest legs her calf muscles were perfect.
Elle loved having sex in the school building, it was wrong and the thrill of it and the chance if getting caught, made it more exciting then have sex in some else’s bed. She knew about Mr. Rodigers reputation when it came to women, but on some level, Elle did not care about it.
A new school day Kevin wonders if he could catch Miss Tan and have a word with her about his grades this time. He knocked on the door to the classroom and waited.
“Come in.” Elle shouted. Kevin opened the door and almost immediate had a hard on in his pants, he swung his bag in front on himself to hide it from her.
“Miss Tan, I need to pass your class this year. I just don’t get English lit its crap and boring Miss.” Kevin said.
“Well if you think that then you’re not getting a passing grade from me, until you change your attitude Kevin.” Elle said crossing her legs in front of him.
“See me after the end of the day and we will look at your grades again.” Elle said reclosing her long legs. Kevin noticed that she was wearing a red pair of shoes, high heels again.
“Thanks Miss,” Kevin said as he left her classroom, his hard on was killing him, he needed some release some, so he head to the toilet.
Kevin rushed into a cubicle and dropped his pants, his cock standing proud then he got out his phone and opened the photos of Miss Tan and jacked off until he shot load over the toilet door. Kevin could not wait for the end of the day to talk to her, but when Kevin got to Miss Tan classroom, she was not there and her office door was open. That was unusual because she always kept it locked.
Kevin put his head around the door and saw Miss Tan going up and down on Mr. Rodigers cock and she was in a world of her own. Kevin knew this was perfect; he could use this against her and blackmail her into giving him the grades he needs and maybe more.
Kevin got out his phone and started to video it. This was hot, she had the most amazing pair of tits, and they went up and down even more than she did. The video on his phone cut off after five minutes, he viewed it, wow it was better than his dad’s porn movies he had seen.
Kevin was going to have some fun with Miss Tan later but he wanted to get home and watch it over again and copy it.
Kevin sat at computer and watching the video of Miss Tan having sex with the deputy head in her office. The video looked great as Kevin used his iPhone to record the video and the quality was so good, he could not get enough of her. Kevin saved the video on his computer in a safe file, and password protected it from the rest of his family as his dad used the computer while he was at school.
Kevin went to bed with the image of Miss Tan’s tits going over and over in his head, it kept him hard most of the night and he even dreamt about fucking her himself. Kevin rushed around grabbing his school stuff and picking up some cold toast on the way out of the house. The school bus was waiting by the sidewalk as Kevin came out of his house; he got on and patted his pants pocket where his phone was.
School was slow today first sciences, then social studies, and finally recess for lunch. Kevin needed to be quick because he was at the wrong end of the school and needed to cross the school to get to Miss Tan’s classroom before she left for her dinner break.
The chaos of all the hallways as the every classroom emptied at the same time, you had to be clever and move very quickly through the maul of all the other students. Kevin to cross the main school building in minutes dodging everyone and dragging his bag behind him as he went at some speed to get to Miss Tan’s classroom.
He got there as she was about to leave her room and go for lunch, “Miss I need a word it will not be long.” Kevin said as he entered her room.
“What is it Kevin I am not in the mood for your excuse for not turning up yesterday!” Elle said as she put on her jacket.
“Miss I did come to here yesterday and I waited but when I hear moaning coming from your office and I saw something, well I should show you!” Kevin said as he opened the video app on his iPhone.
The video showed Miss Tan riding the deputy’s cock like a rodeo star on her desk. Elle was stunned into silence by this video. She walked backwards into her chair and slumped down in to it. She could not believe this boy had that video and how it put her into a comprising position. It reminded her of her last job, were she caught her boss defrauding the pension fund for his own ends.
“What do you want Kevin, a passing grade for it!” Elle said defiant in Kevin’s presents
“Yes Miss. I want a passing grade for the rest of the year too.” Kevin said.
“Can you delete the video now Kevin!” Elle said, feeling violated by him “Of course Miss, I got another copy at home, to enjoy Miss Tan.” Kevin said with a glint in his eye.
“Kevin, you got what you wanted from me please stop this before you go any further with it.” Elle said pleading to his better nature, but Kevin had other ideas.
“Don’t worry Miss Tan, I will not tell anyone about what you have been doing with Mr. Rodigers, but if you tell anyone I will put this video on the schools website.” Kevin said as he put his hand on her silk covered leg. He rubbed her thigh just above the hem of her skirt.
Elle realized this boy was blackmailing her and he had real ammunition in the form of a video. For the first time in her life she panicked, want does he want of me. She knew she would have to tell the head master about this, but would she believe her. The situation was way of control, Elle opened her mouth but nothing came out.
“So Miss, have you decided to play ball. I can end your life here.” Kevin said very coldly
“Yes Kevin I will give you anything you want as long as you don’t post that video on the school’s website.” Elle said as Kevin’s grip on her thigh become a lot more firm. Kevin knew this was turning him on and he was getting an erection. He unzipped his pants and released his cock to Elle’s surprise.
“I want you to suck it off until I cummed, do you understand me Miss Tan.” Kevin said as he peeled his foreskin back to revel the head of his cock. Elle felt his other hand mover up her leg and inside towards her damp panties. Elle pulled back but Kevin held her firm.
“Please not this, it’s wrong Kevin you’re a student and I am one of your teachers.” Elle was still pleading even if she had damp panties that were just her body’s natural response, and the fact was he did not turn her on.
“Oh come on Miss you’re wet, I know you what this suck me off now.” Kevin said as he held his cock at the entrance of her mouth. Elle turned her head away as Kevin came, closer to her, his cock hit her cheek and almost went into her eye. Kevin’s fingers rubbed her cunt lips through the fabric of her panties. She caught herself liking it and let out a sigh of relief, Kevin heard this and redoubled his effort and she started to respond to his fingers. Kevin took hold of her jaw, forced her mouth open, and slipped his cock into her mouth.
“Don’t use your teeth or I will post it Miss.” Kevin said as he pushed his cock into her mouth. Elle had never sucked a cock before the feeling of it made her feel sick. How could anyone do this and like it. Elle’s tongue tried to push his cock out but Kevin kept enough pressure on the back of her head.
Kevin soon blow his load in her mouth, the taste of his sperm was foul. He pulled out and was still hard but he stepped back, as Elle choked and spat it out all over legs. Elle hated him for that but she was worried about what would come next. She coughed it all out, Kevin stood and there and was videoing it.
Kevin put away his still hard cock but this time he was satisfied with that. Elle gave him a dirty look and Kevin just turned around and left her choking. Kevin went to the lunch hall and sat down; he wondered how far he could take it, now he was blackmailing Miss Tan.
Elle felt violated by him but she knew he would be back, as they people like him never stop until they get what they want. Elle had not noticed that her hand was under her skirt and she was now fingering herself. It felt like her cunt was on fire she hooked her panties to one side and stoked her clit. The feeling was amazing he caused, Elle slid a finger in her cunt and let out a small cry as it entered. The bell sounded for the end of recess and Elle woke from her dream like state.
Kevin enjoyed the rest of day, knowing what he had done was the first part of his plan to get a passing grade and to get her to see everything from his point of view. Elle went the rest of the day wearing her wet panties until she left the building. There he was again Kevin but this time he was leaning against her car.
“Hey Miss I enjoyed lunchtime and I know you did too.” Kevin said taunting her. “What is your name as I can’t keep calling you Miss Tan?”
“It’s Elle! Now get off my car! And go home Kevin.” Elle said as she put her bags down and got out her car keys. She sat down and her panties were still wet as she wriggled in the seat they made it almost impossible for her the drive without feeling wet. Elle hitched her skirt up around her butt, felt for the band of her panties, and started to pull them down her legs. She noticed how wet she actually was, but she put in down the natural responses’ again. She got to her feet, and heard a loud band against the car window, and it was Kevin yet again.
“Elle I see your all wet, let’s have them, your panties.” Kevin gestured for Elle to hand over her damp panties, but she did not want to give him any more ammunition, as he did not need them to use against her.
“No Kevin! You’re not getting them!” Elle said from her car seat.
“Ok if that’s what you want, I go home and post your video then.” Kevin knowing she would hand them over in a second because of that video. She saw him start to walk away from her car; she quickly put the car into gear and caught up to him. He continued to walk ignoring her as she pulled up and match his walking speed Elle drove slowly.
“Please Kevin can we work something out that doesn’t include you blackmailing me.” Elle pleased as she drove, Kevin was not interested in her pleading, and he stopped. “Give me a lift home and I will have your wet panties now! Elle.” Kevin said as he lent into Elle’s car.
“Ok! Here have them, but it nasty and not right.” Elle said as Kevin got into her car. He closed the car door and Elle drove off, Kevin put his hand on her leg as the car entered traffic. Elle found it really off putting as he stroked her leg as she drove. His hand moved under the hem of her skirt and knowing that Elle was not wearing any panties.
Kevin liked the feeling of Elle’s stockings on her leg, edged upwards towards her mound; Kevin’s fingers glided alone the inside of her legs. Elle hated Kevin’s fingers as he reached between her legs, she knew she was wet, but was not helped because he had caused it by doing this to her. Elle had to concentrate on driving as Kevin’s fingers lightly touched her.
Thankfully, that traffic was light as Elle drove Kevin home, he was now teasing her even if her body was betraying her, but her will power was a lot stronger. As Elle pulled up out front of Kevin’s house, he had not noticed as he had started to probe her wetness with the tips of his fingers.
“We are here! You can stop that now!” Elle said as she grabbed his wrist from between her legs. The look on Kevin’s face actually scared Elle for the first time; Kevin smiled as he sucked on his fingertips.
“See you tomorrow after the end of school Elle, and we can pick up, were we left off.” Kevin said as he grabbed his bag from the car. He leant the gear stick over and gave her a small kiss on her cheek. Elle sat there and tried to figure out how this had happen to her, she straitened her skirt, then without thinking, she drove off causing her car to wheel spin as she pulled off.
Elle got home and sat down to her nightly ritual of marking the day’s work, but her mind went over what had happened in her car to her. As she went over the details she never noticed how wet she was actually getting. She tried her best to ignore it; she ran herself a hot bath and lit many candles to help her forget that little weasel.
Kevin was happy with himself, as he smelt her damp panties, she smelt of flowers and a deep note of musk. He wondered what perfume Elle Johnson wore, it really set off her natural smell so well; the taste of her was still in his mouth he had to get more of her. This caused Kevin to get just another erection but this one pure joy as he used Elle’s panties to catch in cum in, this only added to the pleasure and the smell. He sat there wondering what she would look like covered in his cum all over her face. Kevin was at peace with himself as he went to bed tomorrow would be a great day.
Elle soaked herself in the bath even topping up the water, to keep it nice and hot. She even fell asleep in the bath which was so relaxing, after spending a few hours just soaking away the day, she dried herself off and head to bed as she knew that tomorrow was going to be a lot more difficult come the end of the day. Maybe she could call in sick or even leave early to avoid him doing any more to her, but he still had that video of her and the deputy head together in a very compromising situation.
Sleep only came to Elle because of the ordeal of the day had taken a lot from her emotionally, but in her mind, she would never break in front of Kevin, even if her body had betrayed her to him…
The end of the day came sooner than Elle expected, she started to put the day’s work away in her bag for marking that night. She knew that Kevin would be there soon as he promised to see her, as he held the video over her.
Elle got up from her desk in her office and made her way towards her car in the car park. There was no sight of that little bastard Kevin in school but when Elle got to her car, he was leaning against her car as if he owned it.
“Hi Elle, you thought I forgot about you.” Kevin said as he stood up straight. Elle had hoped that he wasn’t going remember about what he had done to her.
“Do you mind I’m going home now?” Elle stood her ground as she gripped her car keys in her hand, wanting the hit him. “I have had a long day and, you’re the last thing I want to deal with, got me!”
Kevin was impressed; she had started to fight back and this make thing a lot interesting. Elle opened her car and started to get in; Kevin opened the passenger door and climbed in before Elle could say anything, she was tried and wanted nothing to do with him not today any way.
Elle started to notice she was getting wet between her legs, but she wasn’t even thinking about him in any sexual way. He a student of hers and this was wrong in so many ways, let alone that she hated him for the video he held against her.
“Come on let’s see your place tonight Elle, I’m dying to see your little fuck pad, Miss.” As Kevin’s hand found her leg again, this time Kevin was a lot faster to reach the inside of Elle’s legs “Mmm Miss your nice and wet down there just how I like my whore!” This shocked Elle as she considered herself as no one’s whore.
“Stop that you little pig, and get out of my car!” Elle said as she pulled his hand from damp wet panties.
“Okay if that’s want you want, then I will download the video and this can all end.” Kevin said as he got out of the car. Elle knew that if he posted that video her, her life as a teacher would be over.
“Please don’t do it I really need this job, I can’t afford to lose another job.” Elle pleaded with him, Kevin knew that he had her on the ropes but why did she say another job.
“So what will it be the video or your job?” Kevin said. “Okay Kevin why don’t get in and I will show you my place.” Elle said.
Elle turned to the key in the ignition and waited for Kevin to get back into her car. Kevin didn’t need to be told twice; he got in a put his seat belt on and slid his hand onto Elle’s leg as she drove to her home. Kevin knew that he was going to enjoy himself breaking her will, Kevin felt her wet panties as she drove, wow she really wanted this bad Kevin thought to himself.
They arrived at Elle’s place a nice uptown apartment; there was no way she could afford this on her teacher’s wage, Kevin’s fingers had made way passed her panties and now were in her cunt, Elle was moaning and digging her finger nails into the steering wheel trying not to give in to Kevin.
Elle got out of her car and readjusted her panties and waited for Kevin to get out so she could lock her car up.
“Let’s make this quick so you can go back to your home!” Elle said as she fished her apartment keys out of her jacket pocket. Elle was unsure what Kevin had in store for her, but as she was on home turf she would have an advantage on him this time. Kevin entered her home and soon made he welcome.
“Come on Elle, I want a cold beer and want you seat next to me while we watch TV together.” Kevin patted the set next to him on the sofa; Elle found herself complying with his every demand he made of her. Even if she wanted him out of her place so she could get some work done, through gritted teeth.
Kevin put his can of beer down and started to maul Elle’s breasts, Elle hated every second of his hands touching her but she knew were was nothing she could do. Elle repeated over and over I don’t want this and I don’t like this, in the head as Kevin moved his hands all over her body. It wasn’t long after Kevin started that Elle’s body really started to betray her. She started to moan out loud as Kevin took control.
Elle acted like she was on heat, her mind repeated the mantra over and over but Kevin soon was working her body over so well. By the time Elle opened her eyes Kevin had half undressed, her panties were down at her ankles, her blouse was off and her bra was hanging off one shoulder. Even her well kept hair was a mess; it shocked her back into reality.
“What the fuck do you think you are doing? You fuck!” Elle got up almost falling over her own panties, she took hold of them and pulled them back up and tried to reclaim some dignity, “Get out now you little fuck Kevin, now!” Elle pointed to the door of her apartment. Kevin got up and simply smiled at her, then winked, “See you tomorrow before recess Miss,” as he left.
Elle locked up the door after he left and felt really dirty, mainly because she had let him in and let him do that to her, the main reason was that her body had enjoyed it, was it rape or was it something else. The image of his fingers moving all over her, made her feel sick and unattractive. Elle forgot about her nightly ritual of marking the day’s work and went straight to having a long hot soak in the tub.
Elle ran the water, added her favourite bath salts and lit all the candles she had, the mood was perfect, so perfect she could fall asleep and forget about what had just happened to her even the fact that he held a comprising video of her in her office with the deputy head of the school. Tomorrow was going to be different she was going to be in control not him in class, Elle lay in the bath for hours soaking until there was no more hot water in the water tanks.
Kevin knew that English lit was going to be a great class, how many students can say they have fingered the hottest teacher in school and watched them enjoy it so much. The idea of gaining access to Miss Tan’s sweet cunt was heaven and those perfect tits of hers gave him an erection, which Kevin was able to come twice.
Elle arrived at school looking like she was in control of her life, she handed out detentions to anyone who even looked at her wrong today, in her mind she was on form again, looking hot and being a ball-breaker at the same time. Kevin was due into the next class and she was in the mood to lay down the law to everyone. The bell rang and the chaos started as the kids moved from class to class, Kevin strolled in and saw Elle. The first thing he did was to cup his balls; this caused Elle to almost lose her composure.
The bell rang again sounding the beginning of the class. Elle looked more than stunning; she wore a grey short skirt suit with black tights and black heels and her hair up in a bun. She looked more like a professor than a high school teacher from any of the teen movies.
“Now class we are going to start a new project today it’s will in two parts; first will be a paper from each of you, which will be at least 6,000 words long on Dylan Tempt and the second will be a oral presentation on why William Orgasm was the writer he was, and they are both going towards your passing grade at the end of this year.” Elle presented the class with a big smile on her face.
There was an audible groan from across the class room; nearly all sank in their seats as they heard what was going to be asked of them. The jocks and cheerleaders looked at each other and wondered what the fuck has any of that got to do with them as they all knew that they were dead poets. Kevin was the only jock in class who did not worried about the project because he knew how to ace this one. He didn’t care about who they were but he would pass this, with a good grade this time and no help from coach pushing his grade averages up to make the team.
Elle knew this would challenge her class, but as it had some of the brightest people in her class and she wanted to push them. The class went by in silence as most of the class got down to studying the new project. Kevin sat there and waited for the end of class to come, he wanted the inside scoop on everyone and Elle was going to give it him one way or the other.
The bell for recess rang and the class room emptied as fast as it filled. The only one left setting was Kevin; he took his time packing his books back into his bag.
“Elle I enjoyed last night and so did you, by the way you moaned.” Kevin smiled as he talked, “I think I should see you finger that sweet cunt of your now, in your office if you want? Or I should just see the principle now.”
Elle didn’t say a word as she got out the keys to her office out of her pocket, she opened the door for Kevin trying to trap him in there but he stood he ground
“No no, ladies first.” As Kevin became a gentleman for a second. “Leave the keys in the door and I will lock it Elle, don’t worry I will not let anyone in on our secret Elle.”
“Now come Elle get on your desk and spread your legs wide, and remove your panties so I can see that wet sweet cunt of yours.” Kevin said while he got out his iPhone again but this time Elle was going to allow her filmed. “Hitch your skirt up so the camera can get a clear view of your cunt Elle.”
Elle hated the word cunt it was so degrading; now he was asking no telling her to finger her own pussy as she called it. She had played with herself while in college and even had a girlfriend eat her out, but she never even thought about it, not even in a hot bath.
Elle got on her desk and then hitched her grey skirt up around her butt and then slide her fingers under the top band of her panties and slid them off so they were around her ankles like the night before, but before she knew it Kevin had whipped them off her and had them in his hand.
“Can I have them back please Kevin?” Elle pleaded, he just shook his head and they disappeared into his pocket. He gestured to Elle to carry on. She put one finger in her mouth and sucked on it until it was wet; sucking on it like it was a lollipop. It slid out of Elle’s mouth looking nice and wet and then she pressed it against her clit. The feeling was a great relief as it relaxed very muscle in her body, then Elle did the same again with another finger but this one went on to her cunt lips, she felt her nail rub against them it was very much different than a cock.
Kevin was getting hard as Elle picked up the pace, she plunged two fingers deep between the folds of her cunt lips. It wasn’t deep but Elle unknowingly let out a moan of pleasure in front of Kevin. Elle seemed to be in world of her own as her fingers went back and forth in her cunt. Elle had totally forgotten about where she was and who were.
Kevin shoot his load without even touching himself, because Elle was that good, even better than the models he had seen in hid dads porn films. Elle’s cunt was so wet that she really started to leak even more than last night, the light in her office shined off it and into the camera lens.
The bell signalling the end of recess rang and Elle was coming down from herself high, she was now enjoying the taste of her own cunt on her fingers, as it slow dawned on her that Kevin had filmed everything, now she felt even more panic than before.
“Looks like you enjoyed yourself too much there Elle, I could have joined you at any moment, and I was so horny for you. Even shoot my load in my pants over you.” The look on Kevin’s face said it all to Elle. “So I’m guessing your place tonight and don’t worry my dad he knows I’m staying out tonight, he thinks with the lads, but now with you.”
“Can I please have my panties back now Kevin?” Elle pleaded again.
“No! I’m keeping them as a trophy for the day my dear.” Kevin told her as he put away his phone in his pocket “So what time should a call around then Elle, I know I will call around after football practice tonight.”
Elle was no position to bargain as she just performed for him, she felt dirty as if the whole school had just watched her do it. Elle hung her head and she straightened up her skirt she felt strange wearing no panties, the shame she had brought on the teaching rested on her shoulder alone today.
“Okay Elle after practice it is then.” Kevin said as he left her in her office, Elle wanted to the day not end, but it did as usual. She headed out to her car and heard the boys on the football pitch practicing their line-out, throwing and passing wide as they had a major match on in few days with a rival school that were higher than them in the league.
Elle knew that coach would drill the whole team until it dropped and that might tier Kevin out to much that he would fall asleep if Elle’s luck was in.
Elle got down to some real work as she marked the day’s work which had been handed in, she was so carried away with it she had total forgotten to put on fresh pair of panties, when she came in. An hour into marking and Elle heard a knock at the door; she was almost lost in her own world of the English literature. It was Kevin standing there waiting to come in, he did not wait long as he invited himself in. As he dropped his school bags Elle went weak at the knees, her cunt started to moist without her touch, but this time she was not going to give in to him……
