Alison's Story

Chapter 7.

I woke the next morning, Sunday morning, with a dull hangover and an aching body. I felt as though I had 'flu or something, but I knew that my body was paying me back for last night's excesses.

I slowly got out of bed, and realised that I couldn't remember getting into bed last night. Alan and Neil must have carried me to my bedroom. I looked at myself in the bedroom mirror. No outward signs of the nymphomaniac I had become, except of course for my shaven pussy. I turned around and examined my poor, sore bottom in the mirror. My tight little hole was red and painful to the touch, but there was no obvious damage. "Thank you very much fellas.", I thought as I remembered the battering my 'back door' had taken the previous evening.

I wandered around my flat as I waited for the kettle to boil. In the living room my clothes were where I had left them last night, in a pile on the floor. The cushion, with its' additions, was still in front of the TV. The memory came back to me, of the young girl taking the two men. Of how I had been so fascinated and aroused by the images on the screen. I felt a slight warmth between my legs and marvelled at my own seemingly insatiable apetite. I had never had so much sex in my life before, nor had I enjoyed it so much. I began to wonder of I really could go back to simply being John's girlfriend. We had always enjoyed a good sex life, but nothing, and I mean nothing, like my activities of the past couple of weeks. Perhaps I had become addicted, or possibly I should get out of this unbelievable game before I did.

I made my way up to Alan's flat. It was empty. He had left no note to tell me where he had gone or when he would be back. Still pondering on the events of the last few days, and wondering what on earth I should do, I went back to my own kitchen and made tea. I quickly found that this simple pleasure was denied to me, as I couldn't sit confortably. My limbs ached, and my bottom was sore. I decide to run myself a nice hot bath.

A few minutes later I was lowering myself gingerly into the warm, soapy water. I felt my aches and pains start to melt away, and even the initial stinging in my bottom soon eased. I immersed myself and tried to come to a decision. I was still mentally making a list of pros and cons when I heard the front door of the flat opening. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs to my flat, and then Alan was caling my name.

"I'm in the bath." I called back. It was then that I realised that by accident or design, I had left the bathroom door unlocked.

Without knocking, he calmly walked into the bathroom and sat down on the floor next to the bath.

"How are you this morning?", he asked. I noted that he had tried to keep the tone of his voice normal, but couldn't hide the hint of anxiety. It was decision time for me. If I gave him the cold shoulder now our game was over. On the other hand, I could let him know that I was OK with our understanding, and things could continue as before.

"I feel like I have been run down by a train.", I said, a slight smile on my face. "And not only that, but it feels like someone tried to park a car in my bottom!"

He laughed, clearly relieved that I wasn't going to bear a grudge over last night. Now that the tension had been diffused, I needed to make my point. I sat up in the bath. Alan's eyes immediately fell to breasts which were covered in soap bubbles, my nipples just showing through.

"To be serious Alan, I don't like being treated like some kind of toy for the amusement of you and your fat friend, right? If we're going to continue, then this has to be fun for me too, and being held down while some bastard shoves something the size of a baseball bat up my arse is most definitely not!" Alan looked suitably shocked. I had not been so assertive towards him since our first encounter, and I didn't normally swear either, so my words had the desired effect. I lay back in my bath water, and waited for him to respond.

"Fair enough. Like we said last night, if you don't want to do something, I wont make you. But you do want to continue, don't you?", he smiled.

"Yes, I suppose so.", I conceded. "Just no more rough stuff!"

"Fine by me.", he said immediately, and smiled again. He was still sitting on the floor by the bath. Now he moved closer, leaning against the bath and letting his right hand dangle in the soapy water. Without thinking I moved my leg closer to his hand, and his fingers began to gently caress my thigh.

"Are you saying that you don't want Neil in the game anymore?", he asked, moving his hand to the inside of my thigh and allowing his fingers to stroke the sensitive skin there. "I only ask, because you seemed to enjoy most of last night, and if you are going to limit this game to just the two of us then we might be missing out on some interesting possibilities."

"What kind of possibilities?", I asked, moving lower in the water as I did so, and causing his hand to slip further up my inner thigh.

"We could have a party for the boys. Invite them all round, and you would provide the entertainment.", he said. His hand was now almost at the top of my leg, and the familiar longing was back between my legs.

"I'm not having all of them do what you and Neil did last night." I said immediately. "In fact, I don't want it up my bottom any more. I don't like it that much anyway."

"Relax, Alison. If you don't want that, then that's fine." His voice had become soothing and gentle. His fingers had reached the top of my legs and began to stroke the lips of my pussy. I opened my legs a little further to allow him access, and he continued to speak to me in a gentle murmer.

"Whatever you say. All I had in mind was a small party for the boys. You would be waitress for the evening, bringing us whatever we wanted. Of course, you would have to be properly dressed for the occasion, but I'll sort that out for you. Naturally, some of the boys might want to take liberties. There's no telling where their hands might go, and you'd have to accept that. But I promise you no-one will try to persuade you to take it up the bum again. If you feel you want to do that, then that's your choice."

His fingers had now opened my pussy lips and were teasing the entrance to my hot tunnel. As he spoke I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the waves of pleasure spreading out through my body from wherever his fingers touched me. The thought of being humiliated and abused by a group of men who, until recently, I knew only as John's friends had begun to appeal. I could just imagine them touching me, looking at me, ordering me to do shameful things. I would be unable to object or refuse. If I did, I could end up over their knees with my knickers down, my skirt hitched up and my naked bottom on full display. They would spank me until my cheeks were hot and red, and then laugh out loud when they slipped their hands between my legs to discover the wetness there.

Alan's fingers now inched up my slit to my clit. I gasped out loud as he ran his finger tips over my hot little bud. He continued to murmer to me as he brought me higher and higher towards a peak of pleasure.

"Just imagine, Alison. All of us there, ordering you around in your own living room. You'd be fetching us beers, and generally waiting on us hand and foot. Maybe we'd want you to dance for us. Can you dance, Alison? We might want you to dance naked, put on a show or just stand there stark naked. You would have to do whatever we said. We might even want to see you on the cushion again. Can you imagine doing that in front of all of us? Just imagine how that would feel, with your tits and arse, and even your bald little pussy on show to all of us."

This drove me over the edge and my orgasm pulsed through me like electricity. I clamped my legs together on Alan's hand and rocked my hips back and forward until the waves subsided.

When I had finally got my breath back, Alan said "Shall I go ahead and invite the boys then?"

"When did you intend holding this party?", I asked, a little nervously.

"How about next Friday? It might be a long night, and we wouldn't want to be late for work next day, would we?", he smiled.

I smiled back, though still nervous about the whole idea. I took a deep breath to summon up courage, and said, in a voice that sounded more confident that I was, "Friday it is then."

Alan smiled, stood up and left me to my bath. I lay back in the now cooling water and wondered, not for the first time, why I couldn't break this spell. What was it that made me so hot when ever I was around Alan? What was it inside me that made me enjoy such depravity? Just a few short days ago I had been a 'normal' woman. I had never shown myself off so casually, never had sex so casually, and never dreamed of doing the sort of things I had allowed Alan and Neil to do to me. Now I had just let Alan finger me to another climax, and agreed to allow any number of his friends to have their fun with me. Once again, I wondered if I was losing my mind.

Later that day Alan came into my living room and suggested that as we both worked in the same school it would make sense for us to share the same car to go to work in. I thought this made sense too, and it was decided that we would travel in his car. "See you in the morning then.", he said, and left me alone. I didn't see him again for the rest of the day, and spent my time getting ready for the new term.

I woke on Monday morning with the usual feeling of dread that everyone has on their first day back after a break. I had my breakfast, and the showered, (And shaved!). As I was coming out of the bathroom Alan appeared. "Show me what you're wearing today.", he said, and so I motioned for him to follow me into my bedroom. I had already laid out my clothes for the day. Charcoal grey business suit, (jacket and skirt, the female students at my school were not allowed to wear trousers, and so neither were the staff). A purple silk blouse and black 'sensible' shoes completed the ensemble. Alan surveyed my choice. "Not bad.", he said. "What are you wearing underneath?" "Kickers, bra and a pair of tights." I said.

He thought for a moment, and then said "No bra. And no horrrible tights either. Stockings and suspenders only from now on, right?"

I nodded, I could feel my pulse quicken as my excitement built. Alan left me to get ready. I slipped on my knickers, rolled on my dark stockings and fastened them with my suspenders. Then I slipped the silk blouse on and fastened the buttons. The silk was cool against my skin and I felt small waves of pleasure begin to radiate from my nipples as the soft material brushed against them. I hardly ever went out without a bra, and I had most definitely never stood in front of a class without wearing one. Today was going to be another first. I stepped into my skirt, put on my shoes and jacket and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked no different to the way I usually looked. It was not apparent that I wasn't wearing a bra, and my suspenders left no visible line on my skirt. Satisfied, I went to my living room to wait for Alan.

He joined me a few moments later. "Did you dress as I said?", he asked. "Yes, of course.", I replied. "Lets have a look then.", he smiled.

I smiled back this time, as I slowly lifted the hem of my skirt. I reached my stocking tops, but didn't stop there. I lifted my skirt up to my waist, so that he was able to inspect my knickers, plain white ones, naturally! Then I turned round so that he could have a good look at my tight little bum. I was really starting to enjoy myself now, and the knowledge that I had some degree of say in what went on was helping me enjoy things even more. Having been given Alan's approval, I smothed my skirt back down and made for the door.

"What about the rest?", Alan said, still with a smile on his face. I stood in front of him and opened my jacket, offering my breasts for his inspection. He ran his fingers gently along the sides of my breasts, then cupped each one in his hands, before finally running his thumbs over my nipples, which were now hard. I could feel myself getting wet, and was about to suggest that we both phone in sick for the day, when Alan said, "Right, lets go!"

The drive to the school were we both worked usually took about 20 minutes. We had been driving for about five minutes when Alan said "Lift up your skirt and stroke your pussy for me. Don't put your fingers inside your knickers, and don't come!"

I toyed with the idea of objecting, but decided that I would 'go with the flow' as it were. Wriggling in my seat, I managed to lift my skirt high up my thighs until it was bunched just above my hips. I slid down in the seat, opened my legs slightly, and began to gently stroke my pusy lips through the soft cotton of my knickers. It felt gloriously wanton, not to say dirty. Driving along in broad daylight with my skirt up and my hand busy between my thighs.

Alan didn't seem to be paying much attention to me, although to be fair, he was driving at the time. I soon realised that his mind was on me however. Without looking at me at all, he casually asked "So tell me, how old were you when you lost your virginity?"

My legs instinctively closed together. I couldn't believe he had asked me such a personal question! I was unable to speak for a moment, but he didn't give me much time to think. "Come on, I want to know all your little secrets. Tell me about the first time. Tell me who, where, when. Tell me everything about it, and keep stroking your pussy while you tell me. But remember; you're not allowed to come."

I took a deep breath and launched into my answer. I started to tell him all about my first time, all the time my fingers were gently stroking the lips of my pussy. I could feel myself getting hotter, and I could also distinctly feel the fabric of my knickers getting damp. The traffic outside became a blur as I continued to unfold the story of my first time to Alan. Of how I'd been just past my seventeenth birthday when I'd gone camping with my then boyfriend, Joe. ("Seventeen?, Christ Alison, you left it late didn't you. Were you saving it up for your old age or something?!") I told him how it was the first time I'd spent the night with a boy. How he'd been the love of my teenage life. We'd been together for over two years, since we'd been at school together. ("Ah, school sweethearts, how romantic. Did he carry your books home from school every day?") I told him how we'd got into our sleeping bags on our first night, and how I'd been so nervous. We'd started to kiss, and then he'd started to stroke my breast. ("Was he the first boy to touch your tits then? No? You can tell me more about that later. Carry on.")

I'd let him touch me over my T-shirt, and then let him put his hand up inside. I'd let him touch me there before, but this time it was more than a quick fumble. He could roam at will! After a few minutes, his hand had slipped down over my hips. I was on my side, facing him and we continued to kiss passionately. ("Tongues as well?") I didn't object as his hand began to stroke my bottom, and then I let him roll me onto my back. I'd let him put his hand between my legs. I'd only been wearing a T-shirt and a pair of knickers, and I'd continued to kiss him while his hand explored the warmth between my thighs. ("Was he the first to touch your pussy then? You can tell me how it felt to have Joe put his hand in your knickers for the first time later as well.")

I had gasped as his fingers had found the waist band of my knickers. And then his hand was in, and moving ever lower. He had run his fingers through my pubic hair, and then gently pushed my thighs apart. Then he had stroked my pussy. I had always enjoyed the sensations, and let him go further this time. I'd let him put a finger inside of me. It was then that he'd asked me "Can I make love to you Alison?" ("He said that? I bet you went for that in those days didn't you? Go on.")

I had agreed to make love, and Joe started to unzip our sleeping bags. He had started to slip his trousers off, and I had pushed my knickers down to my ankles and then took them off and placed them under my pillow. Alan had laughed out loud at this. "Under your pillow? Were you expecting the tooth fairy or something?"

Joe had rolled a condom onto his hard cock and then moved on top of me. I'd felt the hardness of his cock as he'd placed it at the entrance to my pussy. I told how I had put my arms round his neck and held him tightly, waiting for the moment when he entered me. Expecting it to hurt, holding onto Joe like a drowning sailor, and then feeling him slowly pushing into me. Of how there had been no pain, just a sort of stretching feeling and then something had given way and he was in me up to the hilt. I'd held on tight to Joe right the way through it, even though I'd begun to relax as he'd built up a steady rhythm. And then he'd gasped and I felt him twitching inside of me. Then he'd collapsed on top of me breathing heavily, and I had been unable to move. Finally, he'd rolled off me, and that was that! "So how long did he last then? I bet no more than about a minute. I bet he only needed about half a dozen strokes before he shot his load into you. Did you enjoy it?"

"I don't know. I was glad I'd done it. I was glad it hadn't hurt! I don't know if I enjoyed it or not, to be honest."

I had been stroking my pussy whilst I'd been relating my story to Alan. I could feel the heat building inside of me, and my knickers were not damp now, they were positively wet. I became aware of my surroundings. We were almost at school. I began to pull my skirt back into place. "Stop.", Alan said. "Take your knickers off."

"Alan, I can't! I just can't. We're almost at school, someone might see."

"Take them off, and give them to me."

I reached under my skirt, grabbed the gusset of my knickers and pulled them down over my knees. We were pulling into the staff car park now, and my pulse was racing. What was he going to make me do next? I took my knickers off and handed them to him. He put them to his nose and inhalled deeply. "Mmm!, essence of Alison, my favourite fragrance." I had smoothed my skirt into place, and was looking round nervously, anxious in case anyone had seen anything. He calmly put my knickers into his inside pocket and then turned to me. "You're going to go all day without underwear today. I know how hot this will make you feel, but you're not allowed to sneak off to the ladies for a quick diddle, right. If you behave, I'll give you a reward later. Got that?"

I nodded. My pussy was throbbing still, and my nipples were super sensitive. As we got out of the car a cool morning breeze caused the silk of my blouse to mould itself to my breasts. My nipples were obvious to anyone with eyes to see. The breeze also found its' way past my stocking tops to the lips of my shaven and sensitive pussy lips. I could have come on the spot. With my pulse still racing, and my mind buzzing, I made my way into school and tried to act naturally.

I collected my timetable from the main office and headed to the staff room for a quick cup of coffee before lessons began. I was feeling very exposed and vulnerable in my state of near undress. One of the male teachers, David Evans, who taught games and sports, seemed to be paying particular attention to me. He had always been a lecherous sod!, now he looked at me with barely supressed lust in his eyes. How could he possibly have known about my lack of underwear? Possibly his practised eye could spot my state, or perhaps I was unwittingly giving off signals. Whatever the reason I felt most uncomfortable and left the staff room as quickly as I could.

I got to my class room and checked my timetable. Fouth year remedial English first, followed by fifth year after morning break. The two most difficult groups back to back! It was warm in the classroom, and without thinking I took off my jacket and left it on a chair at the back of the class. I began to write instructions for the class on the blackboard, and immediately noticed how my bra-less breasts brushed against the silk of my blouse. I intended to finish my writing on the board and then retrieve my jacket before the first class arrived. I had misjudged the time however, and before I knew it thirty noisy fourteen year olds were crowding into the classroom.

I knew this group all too well. About twenty boys, the rest girls. All of them barely able to read or write, not one interested in learning how to do so. The challenge for any teacher was simply to occupy them for the duration of the lesson. They settled themselves into their seats and reluctantly opened their work books. I explained the instructions on the black board, pointing at each instruction as I did so. Something was different. The boys were apparently fascinated by everything I had to say, whilst the girls were giggling between themselves. Then I realised what the difference was. The boys were totaly focused on my chest. I glanced down and saw that my nipples had become hard again, and were clearly visible through the fabric of my blouse. I looked around for my jacket, and then realised that it was still at the back of the class where I had left it. With all their eyes on me I walked as quickly as I could to the back of the class. This caused my breasts to sway and bob. A few of the boys actually reached down to rub their groins, the rest continued to stare intently. The few moments it took me to get to my jacket seemed like an eternity. Finally I reached it and hurredly slipped it on. I looked around at the class. I had never felt so intimidated in front of a class. I could feel myself blushing, I felt hot and embarrassed, and was tempted to leave the room. But then the questions started. Could I repeat the instructions please? What was the second one again? What is that word on the fourth line down, I can't read your writing. And on and on.

I found myself at the front of the class again, explaining what they had to do, pointing to each line and explaining. I tried not to make my embarrassment look too obvious, and so I didn't fasten my jacket. Consequently, every time I pointed at the board the jacket opened, and they would get a glimpse of my breasts. They were having a fine time at my expense, and I felt as though they were playing with me. Finally they settled down to some work, and I sank gratefully into my chair behind my desk. The lesson passed without further incident, but as they all filed past me on their way out the boys had lecherous grins on their faces, whilst the girls looked at me like I was little more than dirt.

News had obviously travelled fast, and as the next class filed in the boys all took the front seats. I began the lesson feeling nervous. It was still warm in the classroom and I began to perspire. One of the boys, Adam, raised his hand to get my attention. He was an unpleasant, surly sort of boy. He always gave me the impression that he had been up to something that hadn't been discovered yet, and he tended to speak to staff members in a way which just stopped short of being disrespectful.

I nodded to him, "Yes Adam."

"Miss, it's really warm in here, can we take our jackets off please?" There were sniggers from various sections of the class before he followed up with "You look hot too Miss, why don't you take your jacket off as well?" I felt the colour begin to rise in my face again, and began to feel very hot and uncomfortable.

I glared at him and snapped "Just get on with your work." He looked my straight in the eye and shrugged, a half smile on his face. I managed to get through the rest of the lesson, and as the lunch bell rang they all got up and filed out. Adam looked particularly pleased with himself. After the last of them had gone I gratefully took off my jacket and began to fan the front of my blouse in and out to get some cool air around my body. I turned to pick up something from my desk and jumped as I saw Adam still standing in the doorway watching me intently. "I said you looked hot, didn't I? You should have done that in class, it would've been better than that shit we had to work through." He smiled at me, challenging me. "Get out!", I yelled. He shrugged again and shuffled off down the corridor still smiling.

I was seething by the time Alan came into my class a few minutes later. When he asked what was wrong I told him what had happened. He found the whole thing highly amusing. He even suggested that perhaps I should show a little more flesh to keep their attention. "Just fuck off", I yelled at him.

"I think part of you liked it this morning.", he said. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Didn't I just tell you how uncomfortable I felt? Didn't I explain how that was the worst experience I have ever had in front of a class? How could you possibly think, even for a moment, that I enjoyed that. Christ, you are a twisted bastard at times Alan."

"Listen to me you mouthy bitch. Over the last two weeks you've done stuff you never would have believed. You've been stripped, spanked, fucked, buggered. You've begged, wanked, sucked, obeyed. This morning you willingly told me some of your closest secrets and then gave me your knickers which are still wet from the frigging you did in the car on the way here. Don't call me twisted, and don't try to play the innocent with me Alison, I've seen you do too much, remember?"

I looked around nervously in case anyone had heard. "Alright", I whispered, "But keep your voice down".

"Keep your voice down please".

"OK, keep your voice down please." I muttered.

"Fine. Now you can apologise for insulting me, and then I want you to lift up your skirt, bend over the desk and get ready for ten smacks."

I was appalled. "Alan, please, I can't do that here. What if someone caught us? Please, can't it wait until tonight when we get home. Please Alan?"

"No chance. Do as you are told and get over that desk. Any more delays and I'll make it twenty smacks."

My heart felt like it was in my mouth, I was trembling all over, but I was also raising the hem of my skirt. I pulled it up over my hips exposing my shaven mound to his gaze, and then bent over my desk, with my bottom towards him and waited for the punishment. He stood behind me, relishing the view.

"Haven't you forgotten something?", he said.

I was confused for a moment, and then realised. "Alan, I'm really sorry I spoke to you like that. It won't happen again I promise." I gasped as the first blow hit my bottom, and called out quietly "One".

"Good girl.", he cooed between smacks. "Now you're learing. From now on you'll do exactly as I tell you, both inside school and outside, is that clear? If I tell you to strip stark bollock naked in front of a whole class, you'll do it. Got that?"

He had given me my ten smacks, and now his fingers had wormed their way between my legs to caress the lips of my pussy. His thumb slipped inside my wet tunnel, whilst his long fingers found my clit and began to tease it, making it harden.

"Did you hear me bitch? I said you are to do anything I say to anyone I say from now on. Do you understand?"

"Yes Alan.", I moaned, waves of pleasure washing over my body from my aching clit.

"And?"

"I'll do anything you say, I promise. Only please don't make me do anything in front of the pupils Alan." The idea of being made to undress in front of those horrible boys was both apalling, and fantastically exciting.

"I may save it up for an end of term treat. You could arrange for the girls to be elsewhere, and give the boys something to remember you by. Something like a strip, or even a blow job. How would you fancy sucking twenty randy fifteen year olds off into your mouth?"

The idea drove me over the edge, and my orgasm left me gasping for breath as I bent over the desk. When I had recovered Alan told me to give him a blow job, "A nice slow one. Make it last, we've still got half an hour of lunch break!"

And so, with my skirt still bunched around my waist I knelt down in front of him, opened his trousers and pulled out his hardening cock. I stroked and caresed it, easing the foreskin back and forth. I licked along its shaft before running my tongue over the head. A tiny drop of clear liquid seeped from its' hole and I kissed this with my lips before taking the large purple head into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the head, the way I knew he liked, and began to suck gently, bobbing my head up and down. He groaned with pleasure and his cock grew still further in my mouth. I continued to suck and lick for what seemed like ages, my jaw ached and my nostrills were filled with the smell of his body. Suddenly, he tensed and then his hot salty jism was hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed every drop, and then gradually he began to subside, shrinking in my mouth.

I stood up, licking my lips instinctively. He looked me up and down. "You're getting pretty good at that. Must be all the practice you've been getting." And he smiled at me. I smiled back. When I felt this way, there was nothing I wouldn't do for him. He made me turn around so that he could examine my bottom. His hands cupped my buttocks and then stroked them appreciatively. Finally he said "OK, you can cover yourself up again now, but remember, you do as you're told from now on."

I smoothed my skirt back into place and nodded, "Yes Alan"., I murmered.

The rest of the day passed without further embarrasment on my part, probably because I was teaching first and second year students in the afternoon. After the end of day bell rang, I collected my things and headed off to find Alan, eager to get home and end what had been a difficult day.

I found Alan near the main office, talking to the Head Master. As I approached they both looked in my direction and I got the distinct feeling they were discussing me. The Head looked me up and down, his eyes lingering on my breasts as I walked towards them. I could feel my breasts moving around as I walked, my nipples brushing gently against the silk of my blouse. I knew my nipples were becoming erect, but I knew that if I fastened my jacket I would only draw attention to them further. I made my way towards them and nodded to the Head in acknowledgement before saying to Alan "Hi. Ready to go?", in as matter - of - fact way as I could.

Alan's reply made me inwardly groan. "I'm going to be a while, there's some marking I need to do. The Head Master here was just saying that there's a whole load of filing he needs doing in his office. I said you would be happy to help out whils you waited for me to finish. That's ok isn't it?" "Great!", I thought, "Now I get to spend time in the office of that old letch while I wait for Alan to collect me". Instead I smilled at them both and said "Of course, no problem at all". I was too new at the school to refuse, plus I knew what I'd get if I didn't do what Alan told me.

"Excellent Alison." the Head murmered. "I'm really grateful. And it will give us a chance to get to know each other. Come on in when you're ready." And with that, he went off to his office.

"Why am I doing this Alan?", I whispered to him. "You know he gives me the creeps, always looking at me as though he's undressing me. Why do I have to spend time with him?"

"Because", Alan said, obviously relishing the moment, "He's looking to appoint a new head of department at the end of this term. I know he fancies you, and so when he was whining on about his filing, I offered your services. He was most grateful, so just don't go upsetting him right? I'm well into his good books for this, and I want it to stay that way. Now go to the loo and put these back on." He handed me my knickers from that morning. "Make sure he gets to see your stocking tops, and just a couple of flashes of these.

I was appaled. "You mean I have to let that old bastard see up my skirt, just so that you can get a better job?" I was about to object, about to tell Alan that I wouldn't do it, when I remembered my promise. I would do anything he told me to do. I had to trust him that it wouldn't go too far, and that I would enjoy it into the bargain.

"How long will you be?", I asked.

"Only about half an hour. Just long enough for him to get a few quick flashes! Oh, and if he tries to touch you up, just treat it as a joke, ok?"

"Some bloody joke!" I replied. So that was the game. Alan let the Head play with me for a bit, and in return he was front runner for the departmental job. I resigned myself to a half hour with a dirty old man and slipped off to the toilets. I went into one of the cubicles, lifted my skirt and slipped an experimental finger between my pussy lips. Sure enough, I was soaking wet. The idea of prostituting myself had got my motor running yet again. I made my decision there and then. Alan obviously knew what would turn me on better that I did myself. I drew a deep breath and then told myself "OK. Whatever he wants from now on, I'll do at once. No questions, no doubts."

I pulled my knickers back on, left the cubicle and checked my make up in the mirror. "Better make myself look good for the old goat" I told myself. Then I looked at myself in the full length mirror and on an impulse I opened a couple of buttons on my blouse. I was now showing quite a bit of cleavage, and bent forward to check my theory. Yes!, if I bent over just so, he would be able to see right down the front of my top, would catch the odd glimpse of my bra-less boobs!

I left the toilets and went directly to his office. No one else was around. I knocked at the door, and without waiting for a response, I opened it and went inside. He was sitting behind an impressive oak desk in an old black leather recliner chair. He looked up and smiled at me. "Do come in Alison. I really appreciate your help with all these files, you're sure you don't mind?"

"No, not at all Head Master.", I replied, sounding a little breathless. "I'm happy to help in any way I can Sir". I added the "Sir" bit thinking he would like this. I was not disappointed, he positively beamed at me.

He was probably in his mid fifties with a middle age paunch and a full head of steel grey hair neatly slicked back. Pale blue eyes looked me up and down lingering on my stocking clad legs and then on my chest. "Where would you like me to start?" I enquired. He indicated a large pile of files on his desk, and directed me to file them in alphabetical order in the filing cabinet on the other side of the office. To do the filing I would have to stand with my back to him, and wondered how I was going to comply with Alan's instructions to 'give him a couple of flashes'

I moved towards the desk, and said "Would you mind if I took my jacket off please Sir?" "Yes, of course Alison. Make yourself comfortable."

I slipped my jacket off my shoulders and placed it on the back of a chair. Then I leant over his desk to pick up a bundle of files. As I did so I saw his eyes drop to the front of my blouse which now opened invitingly. I went to the filing cabinet and began to file. I could feel his eyes burning into me, and made sure that whenever I had to place a file in the bottom two drawers I bent over from the hips, so that he had a perfect view of my bottom. After a few minutes he stood up and walked over to me. He stood beside me, looking through some papers which had been left on top of a nearby table and began talking to me, apparently making small talk. Did I like working at the school. Had I settled in alright. How long had I known Alan. Did I have a boyfriend.

All the time he was clearly enjoying the view. I would bend over to put a file in a drawer, giving him a clear view of the top of my breasts. I knelt down to put a file away, letting my skirt ride up to expose my stocking tops. Then I 'accidentally' dropped a number of files. Being the perfect gentleman, he bent down to help me retrieve them, and that was when I let my knees part just a fraction, giving him a clear view of a the small white triangle of my knickers. After a few minutes of this, his face had become quite red! I was beginning to enjoy myself and was trying to work out how to give him another flash, when Alan appeared at the door. "Ready when you are", he said, and immediately left again.

"Would you excuse me now please Sir", I said in a little girl voice.

"Yes of course Alison. Thank you very much indeed for your help."

"Perhaps I could come back tomorrow afternoom to finish?" I enquired.

"Oh yes, that would be splendid." He said.

I walked past him to retrieve my jacket, which again I 'accidentally' dropped. "Oh dear"., I said "I seem to be dropping everything this afternoon." The double entendre was not lost on him as I saw his eyes narrow, like a predator as he looked at me. I bent to pick up my jacket, again letting my legs part and giving him another tatalising glimpse of my underwear.

I took my time putting my jacket on, pusing my breasts out to meet his gaze as I slipped my arms into the sleeves, then I bent over again to straighten my stockings, feeling his eyes peering down my blouse.

"I'll come back tomorrow then Sir?"

"I shall look forward to it Alison.", he cooed. He walked beside me, accompanying me to the door of his office. He put his hand around my waist as he did so , and I made no effort to move away. Then, as I reached for the door handle his hand slipped from my waist, over my hips and stroked my bottom. I turned to look at him. He was watching me intently, trying to guage my reaction. I smiled at him and said "Goodnight Sir", as I slipped out of his officet.

Once we were in the car Alan wanted to know everything that had gone on. I told him in the minutest detail, leaving nothing out, even confessing that I had enjoyed myself.

"I bet you're all wet now aren't you?", he asked.

I slipped a finger into my knickers, found my hot little slit and felt the slick juices which coated not only my pussy, but also the top of my thighs. "Oh God Alan, I'm soaking. Can I come please? Oh Please Alan, please let me come, I've been a good girl today. I've done everything you've told me to do. Please let me come Alan".

To my dismay, he told me I had to wait until I got home. It was the longest 20 minutes of my life made all the worse by that fact that I had to relate to Alan my first sexual experiences. He wanted to know when I had first started to masturbate, who had been the first boy to touch my breasts, who had been the first one to see them. Who had been the first to touch my pussy, to see it. When had I first seen a penis, when had I first seen one hard. Who had I given my first blow job to. All of my secrets were revealed, one by one. By the time we got home I was on fire with burning, humiliating desire. He told me to undress, then to undress him. Then I had to lick his prick until he was hard, then lick his balls, lick his arse. I had to bend over in front of him, pull my pussy lips apart, stroke my clit. Then he made me lay across his lap and proceeded to give me twenty smacks onto my bare bottom for being "A naughty, brazen, dirty little girl. First you show yourself off to the Head Master, then you spend the whole journey home talking of nothing but sex. Tell me what a dirty little bitch you are."

And I did. As Alan's fingers began to stroke the lips of my pussy, I declared myself to him. "I am dirty Alan. When you told me to go into the Head's office I wanted to say no, but when I went to the toilets I felt how wet I was I knew what a hot little bitch I've become. I want you to use me Alan. I'll do anything you want, I promise. I wont argue Alan. Anything. Oh God Alan". I was consumed by a massive, shattering orgasm. The latest in so many, and with so many more to come.