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I have arranged for you to take a part time job as a substitute teacher at an all-boys school. The
classes you will teach are small, 5-8 boys, at a school for especially difficult k**s with behavioral
problems. The k**s are around 18. Young, eager, and very horny boys.

You will dress in a simple blouse, two sizes too large for you, so that the top can easily fall away
from your boobs. You will leave the top three buttons undone at all times. Your skirt will be
about knee length, flared at the bottom, very tight around your ass. You will wear stiletto heel
pumps, 5" high, to finish the outfit.

Underneath your clothes you will be wearing stockings seamed at the back, Cuban style heel.
Of course, no underwear at all. We want to provide easy access to your treasures, don't we?

On the outside, you look the part of a respectable teacher. But we, of course, know better.

On the day of your first assignment, you get up early to provide ample time for a relaxing
breakfast, during which you are ordered to masturbate multiple times. By 'masturbate' I don't
mean 'cum', of course. You will tease yourself several times to the point of 'almost' orgasm. To
make this as humiliating for you as possible, you will move your chair back from the table at
breakfast and sit there naked, loudly counting the times you are close to an orgasm. When you
reach 15, you may stop and get dressed.

After dressing in the outfit I have laid out for you, you receive my final, very simple, instructions:
1. do not tolerate a dirty floor at school; the classroom floor is to be kept clean of debris at all
times
2. do not bend your knees
3. make sure the students know that your purse is very important to you, but leave the purse on
the desk at all times, even when you leave the classroom

You arrive at the school and go to your class. The students are already waiting for you. As you
introduce yourself, you can see the disappointment in their faces when they realize that their
new teacher is a middle aged, conservative looking lady, not some hot young chick in mini skirt
with huge hooters.

The disappointment changes quickly to amusement as they see you walking around in your high
heels to which you are clearly not accustomed.

After positioning your purse strategically on your desk, you look over the class and begin your
lessons. For a few minutes, everything is as it should be, until you notice a broken piece of
chalk on the floor between your desk and the first row of students. Remembering your
instructions, you walk towards it and, bending at the waist, reach down to pick up the chalk.
Your blouse, thanks to the open buttons, opens wide. You are standing in front of the boys, your
big, pretty tits clearly on display.

You realize that the boys have a perfect view of your breasts, and you try to hurry, but that only
causes you to sway on your heels, and you almost lose your balance, forcing you to stay in that
position even longer as your fingers scramble for that piece of chalk.

And then you hear the whispers.

'Wow!'

'Look at those hooters!'

'Man, what a set.'

'That slut is not wearing a bra!'

It's that last one that makes you blush. You of course know that you are not a slut, but
submissive to the extreme. You don't want to be here, you don't really want those boys ogling
you, and you don't want to turn them on either. At least that is what you tell yourself: you're only
doing it for your master.

Finally you are able to grab the chalk and stand up straight. While you try to continue with your
lesson, you are too confused to make much sense. The students are whispering among each
other, and you strain to hear, unsuccessfully, what they are saying. You move to the middle of
the small classroom to get closer to the whispers, when you see the paper clip lying on the floor,
in between the rows of desks.

This time, you know full well what is going to happen, as you stand in front of the paper clip and
slowly bend down. The students in front of you get another perfect view of your breasts. You
can actually see one of them licking his lips. You keep your head up while your hand searches
for the paper clip, giving them a better view yet.

The students behind you are taking advantage of the fact that you cannot see them. Heads drop
lower, to be able to see farther up your skirt. Your pussy is getting warm as you imagine what
the boys can see, and you really begin to wish you had been allowed to orgasm that morning.

You find the clip and stand up again. Your face is beet red, your throat is dry. All eyes are
looking at you. You feel you should do something, explain, somehow, what is going on, but you
don't have any clue what to say. And then...

One of your students, smiling, rips a small piece of paper from his notebook and rolls it into a
tiny ball. You watch him; you try to will him not to do what you know is going to happen. Looking
right into your eyes he throws the paper towards the head of the class where it lands to the right
of your desk. You shake your head, while your eyes plead with the boy, but all you see in his
eyes is greed and lust as he nods his head. Yes, this boy has figured out what is going on, and
he is going to take advantage of it.

You turn around and walk away from the students. In front of the piece of garbage, you stop.
Taking a deep breath, you bend over again. You can feel the skirt riding up to mid-thigh,
allowing a glance of your stocking tops without effort. Looking over your shoulder you can see a
couple of the boys bending down to get a better view and, judging by the smiles on their faces,
they are successful. The dark stockings, the dark skirt, provide a great contrast to your white
ass and legs, and it would be obvious even to a naive observer that this teacher is neither
wearing panties nor bra.

Before you can pick up the first piece of paper, several other small pieces of trash are landing
all around you, and you realize that your time teaching, hardly begun, is already over. You
spend the next minutes moving from paper clip to spit ball to chalk piece to gum wrapper,
showing your ass and your tits and your wet pussy to your students.

"Stop!" You turn around to look at the student who had been the first to figure out what you were
doing. Michael. For some reason his is the only name that you remember.

"Stop it, leave the garbage!" he says. When you obey without hesitation, a smile forms on his
lips.

"Come here, teach." Helpfully Michael pushes a chair in front of your desk. "Climb up there."

You climb on top of your desk.

"Stand straight, slut," Michael orders. "You don't mind answering a few questions, do you?"
Without waiting for an answer he continues, "Why are you not wearing panties?"

"I... because I... my..." you stutter nervously, but then, as you look into this boy's eyes,
something changes again for you. Why should you be nervous? Why afraid? You don't have a
choice, you realize. Everything that happens is your master's fault, as long as you follow his
orders, you are not to blame!

"Because my master told me to," you exclaim proudly.

"Your master? What else did your master tell you?" Michael wants to know, while the others just
stare at you with open mouths and greedy eyes.

"To keep garbage off the floor, to not bend my knees when I bend over, and... to keep my purse
on my desk." Oh, damn, that last one you had all but forgotten about until now.

"So, you don't really have to do what we tell you then? Why did you climb onto the desk when I
told you to?"

Why indeed? Reflex, you guess. You are so used to following orders that you didn't even think
about it.

Michael grabs your purse from the desk. In the process his hand touches your leg, and you
can't help feel a tingle all the way up to where your legs meet. What did your master do? Why
did he order you to leave it on the desk?

You find out the answers to those questions when the boy opens your purse and pulls out a
large envelope containing dozens of pictures. Laughing, he hands the photos to the other boys.
"What do we have here, hm? Look at this, boys. Doesn't that look like our teacher here?"

You recognize the pictures as those taken by your master over the last year. Many of these
pictures had ended up on various Internet sites, others he had kept for his pleasures only. But
the ones he posted on the web sites all had your face blurred, to prevent people from
recognizing you. The pictures the boys are holding in their hands are showing your face clearly.

Not that anyone is looking at the face in the pictures. The boys’ attention is drawn to your
spread legs instead, and to your big bouncy boobs. To you on all fours, your juicy ass pointed
right at the camera, a rather large vibrator stuck up your obviously very wet cunt. And to your
hands which, in several pictures, were quite busy moving said vibrator in and out as you
masturbated in front of the camera.

Michael had a large smile on his face now. "Boys," he said, "we will keep these obscene
pictures to ourselves, won't we? I mean, we wouldn't want our new teacher to get in trouble,
right?" Confused looks and wide eyed stares all around. "Come on, guys, I'm sure if we keep
these pictures to ourselves, Miss Fran here is going to be... shall we say 'appreciative'? Won't
you, Love? After all, we want to keep you for a while. Such a pretty little thing."

You only look at him, not quite comprehending... no, not believing what is happening.

"You wouldn't want us to show these pictures to the school board, would you?" Michael
continued, and you slowly shake your head. "No, of course not, and there is really no reason for
that. Or for us posting those pictures all over town, as well as all over the Internet, right?" Again
you nod.

"Good, then we understand each other," Michael says sweetly. "Unless...."

"No need for that," you say, "I understand completely. I am to do what you say for today."

"Everybody happy with that?" Michael, who is clearly the leader of this randy bunch, asks, and
his buddies are eager to nod their agreement.

"Well, Miss Fran, how about you get out of those old fashioned clothes first? Not that I don't
appreciate a pretty package, and we all do rather enjoy looking up your skirt at your pretty ass,
but right now, I want you naked. Completely naked."

You look at the classroom door, blushing. The door is not locked of course. What if someone
happens to come in? Today is your first day, after all. It wouldn’t be unreasonable for someone
to come and check on you, make sure you are doing alright.

It is almost as if Michael is reading your thoughts. “Yes, someone could come in,” he says.
“Wouldn’t that be a shame? Look, principle Masters, our teacher is stripping for us. No, we have
no idea why. She came in this morning and has been teasing us ever since. Giving us looks
down her blouse at her big titties, and up her skirt, too. Why would she do that? And she isn’t
even wearing panties.” Michael smiles up at you. “But that’s a chance you’ll have to take, won’t
you? Now strip, you tease. Show us what you got.”

As you stand on the desk and slowly open your blouse, you notice a couple of your students
have started rubbing their cocks through their trousers, their eyes riveted on your beautiful,
swaying boobs. You open the last button, and your blouse falls open. You hear gasps from the
boys; clearly they like what they see, and in a strange kind of way it makes you proud, being
able to turn these you men on like this.

“Very nice! Now slowly turn around,” Michael orders you. You do what he wants. Your high
heels make turning on the desk treacherous, and you almost stumble a couple of times, which
makes your tits sway even more. You have always been a little ashamed of their size, but the
boys sure do seem to appreciate them.

“Stop.” Of course, Michael again. Right when your ass is turned towards the class.

“Now bend over, grab your ankles. But we don’t want you falling off the desk, so get a better
stance first. Spread your legs.”

Your breathing is becoming much faster as you spread your legs. You slowly bend forward,
sliding your hands down your legs until your reach your ankles. Even if you hadn’t felt the exact
moment when your cunt comes into view, you would have known anyway by the moaning and
whispering behind you.

“Oh, look at that, you can see her pussy.”

“I can see her cunt.”

“Wow, that’s a great ass. Oh man, I want to lick that.”

“Her ass? Are you nuts, I want to lick that juicy pussy, b*o. That looks delicious.”

You can feel yourself blush, as the boys let you remain in that position for what feels like hours,
though it probably only is two minutes. You can only hope that at least you are not getting wet,
but you fear that you are, and you think to yourself, ‘God, just don’t let them see it. Please?
Don’t let them see that this is making me horny.’

When Michael finally allows you to stand up again and finish your turn, you find yourself staring.
Four of the boys are sitting at their desks, their cocks out of their pants and in their hands,
slowly wanking themselves. Only Michael and one other boy, who seems to be slightly younger
than the others, are still fully dressed.

“Thank you, Miss Fran,” Michael says politely, “that was very nice. Good job! You have a very
nice ass, my dear.”

“May I please get dressed again now?” you ask, but the boys just laugh.

“No, Miss Fran, I don’t think so. But you may drop the skirt now.”

Your throat is dry, and your heart is hammering, as you open the zipper on your skirt. It falls to
the desk, and you stand in front of the boys in only your high heels and your stockings.

“Please, boys.”

“Please what, Miss Fran? Please, may I get off the desk? Yes, you may. Step down, and then
lay on the desk, on your back. That’s good, Love, just like that. Let your feet hand over the side,
hm? Don’t be shy, Miss Fran. You are beautiful, and we have already seen it all anyway.”

As you lay on the desk, your legs spread wide with your feet hanging over the sides, you feel so
vulnerable, so on display. The boys get up from their chairs and stand around the desk to have
a better look. Almost naked, you are completely open to their prying eyes.

“Miss Fran?” Michael asks. None of the other boys have said anything to you directly at all.
Bending his head lower between your thighs, Michael continues, “You seem to be aroused!
Your slit appears to be getting rather wet.”

The rest of the boys erupt with laughter. “Mike’s right, the slut is getting turned on by this. Look
at that wet snatch of hers, she’s really getting off on this.”

“Now, now, boys, let’s not make Miss Fran feel too uncomfortable, alright? If she is indeed
getting aroused, don’t you think we should help her?” Turning to you, Michael smiles. “Maybe
she should just make herself come, what do you think? That way, she would be able to
concentrate much better on the lessons, don’t you think? Come on, Miss Fran, play with your
pussy, my dear.”

“No, Michael, please don’t do this. I can’t do this, I can’t…. play, here, I just can’t….”

Suddenly, Michael yells. “I said, play with your wet cunt, you slut. You will make yourself cum,
and we will watch you. Or do you want us to show the pictures of you all over town?”

“Psssst, please, not so….”

“I will yell as much as I like,” Michael continues very loudly. “Are you afraid someone might hear
me? Then you better do as I say, before the other teachers come looking to see what’s going
on. Or do you want them to see you, too? Hm? You seem to like showing yourself off, so maybe
you want a bigger audience?”

“No, please, Michael, just be quiet, just give me some…”

“Do as I say, or else. You have five seconds,” Michael snarls. You look at his face, and you see
no pity in his eyes, only pure lust. You know you have to do what he wants, and, deep down,
you also know that you want it.

You look around and you see six guys standing around you. Four of them have their cocks out
of their pants and wank furiously; all six of them stare between your legs at your most intimate
places; all six of them have that hungry look in their eyes, the look that you have seen so often
on other men; the look that says clearly what is going on in their heads: I want you, now, right
now. I want you, and I need you, I’ve got to have you!

You love seeing that look. That look is the reason for you to wear low cut tops, or short skirts.
The reason you go to the beach in the most revealing swim suit you can get away with. The
reason for you to leave the curtain to the dressing room open just a little bit, knowing that
outside may well be strangers trying to get a peek at your body.

Sometimes, you see that look on your husband’s face, when you haven’t had sex for a while.
You see him, who has seen your body thousands of times, sneaking a peek at your legs, your
ass, or your tits, and you love it. On those days, you tease him with all you’ve got, and at night,
when he almost begs you to make love to him, you tell him you want him to lick your pussy first
and, while he does it, you suck his cock deep into your mouth, you let your tongue play and your
lips until he is almost there, until you can taste the pre-cum in your mouth, and then…

You stop! You look at his face, and you see ‘the look’. You ask him to let you play a little first, to
tie him up, and he, being almost out of his mind with anticipation, lets you do it. Anything to keep
you happy, so that he may cum.

How long? How long have you teased him? Sitting on his face, licking and sucking his cock,
using your hands on him, until he is begging and whimpering, promising anything and
everything to let him cum. Hours of fun for you; hours of torture for him! But it is worth it, for you,
because when you finally turn and look into his eyes, you see that look, the one that says: I will
do anything, anything at all, if you just let me cum!

That is the look you now see on these boys faces. Even though they hold all the cards, it is you
who holds the power, you who they want to see. You who they want to fuck.

And before the five seconds are up, you can feel your hand between your legs, your fingers on
your clit, pleasuring yourself, in front of these boys watching with their hungry eyes. As you see
them stroke their cocks in front of you, you feel ashamed, and at the same time so incredibly
powerful. You are their teacher, and yet you let them see you pleasure yourself, you let them
see you naked. Six young men, who would do anything for you.

“Joey, don’t you want to take your cock out as well?” you hear Michael ask. His words are
directed at the youngest boy, the smallest of the group, and the only one besides Michael who
has not taken his dick out of his pants. You see the boy shaking his head. “It’s okay, Joey, it’s
alright, really. We won’t laugh, you can play, too. Come on, go ahead, do it.”

The boy whose name is apparently ‘Joey’ still looks uncertain, but he is also clearly horny. You
figure that maybe his dick is small, or that some kind of defect is the reason he doesn’t want to
masturbate in front of you like the others.

“Look, I’ll do it, too. We can all do it.” With these words, Michael opens drops his pants and his
underwear to reveal his cock. Even though he is not the largest, or the thickest, of the boys,
your eyes are drawn to him most, because in his eyes the look you crave is most intense.

“Come on, Joey, see, I’m jerking off, too. Come on, take it out and wank for her, I’m sure she’ll
like it.”

Joey does not appear convinced. Hesitantly he opens his pants and drops them to the floor. He
is standing to your right, by your head, and as soon as his pants hit the floor you can see why
he was afraid. In his underwear, you can see the largest cock you have ever imagined. At least
12” long and thick as your underarm, this boy’s cock is an accident of nature. No wonder he is
shy about taking it out. The other boys must have been making fun of the ‘freak’ his whole life.

As Joey’s cock slowly gets even harder and, unbelievably, even longer, you forget about the
other boys. You now have eyes only for Joey and this monster of a cock, pointing at your head
as he starts wanking harder and faster. You lick your lips as you imagine what it would feel like
to suck on this thing, to have him spray his hot cum all over your face. You can’t even begin to
fathom what that monster would feel like in your cunt. But you would sure like to try it out, and
the thought makes you hotter than ever. The dance of your fingers on your clit becomes faster
and faster, and you forget why you are doing this. It doesn’t matter anymore that the boys are
blackmailing you, that your master has sent you here, that you are not in this position
voluntarily. All that matters is your approaching orgasm.

Suddenly, you feel something hot and sticky land on your right breast. Stream after stream of
hot jizz is shooting out of one of the cocks on that side, and you bend your body over to that
side to catch it all, to let it shoot on you, and what you feared most, and at the same time were
secretly hoping for, finally happens: the sight of the boys cock shooting his cum on you, the
moaning from the other boys, sends you over the edge, and you cum harder than you ever have
in your life. You can’t hold anything back, you scream the release into the room, not caring who
hears you, not caring that your students are watching you. Your orgasm goes on and on, and
every time you feel you cannot take any more, another wave of pleasure ripples through your
body.

The sight of their teacher in the throes of orgasm, cum running down her boobs onto her
stomach, is enough to send the other boys over the edge. All of them, except Joey, erupt at
almost the same time, shooting load after load of hot, sticky cum onto their teacher’s body. And
you can’t get enough. “Yes, cum on me, give me your hot cum, you pigs. Cum on your little slut,
cover me in it, give me everything you got, you perverts, make me your whore, your slut. Come
on, use me, and jerk off on me. Don’t you want to fuck me? You can fuck me, you know. Come
on, fuck me, someone put his cock in my hot wet cunt.”

The obscene words coming out of your mouth are enough to make you cum again, a long,
powerful orgasm that last a long time. When you finally come to your senses again, the boys’
cocks are hanging down, drained of their sperm, their faces now full of disbelief. They look at
your cum-covered body, at your hand still working between your legs, rubbing your sore clit, and
at the fingers of your other hand trailing through the puddles of sperm on your body.

Joey’s was the only one who had not cum. His cock still stood hard and long, pointing at your
head. Sweat was pooling on his forehead, and the poor boy was obviously having a problem.

You look into Joey’s eyes. Slowly, sensuously you lick your lips. You can see his monster cock
twitch as you do that. You smile up at him. “Do you want to fuck me, Joey? Do you want to put
that big, wonderful cock of yours into my pussy, Joey? Into my hot wet cunt, Joey? Imagine how
tight I would feel. Would you like that? Or do you want me to suck it, Joey?”

Twitch.

“Ah, so that’s what you want? That’s good, ‘cause I don’t think I could take that enormous cock
of yours. Even though I’d like to try, you know? Your cock is so beautiful, so huge. So hard.”
You lick your lips again. “What does it taste like, Joey? May I taste it, please?”

Joey steps closer to your face until his cock is only an inch from your mouth. You open your lips.
You can barely work the head of his cock into your mouth, but that is enough for him. You only
swirl your tongue around his cock a couple of times before you can feel him pull back. You grab
hold of his butt, pull him closer to you. You want to feel his cock as he cums, and you want to
feel his cock in your mouth.

When Joey shoots his cum into your mouth, you can’t swallow fast enough. Part of his cum
goes down your throat, but most of it runs back out of your mouth onto your chin and neck. You
have never seen such a huge amount of sperm come out of a single cock, as his orgasm seems
to go on and on forever.

“Wow, Miss Fran, that was quite the show you gave us,” Michael says. “You should probably go
and clean up a bit, though. Class is almost over, the bell is going to ring in less than ten
minutes.”

Your students have already put their cocks away and pulled their pants back up. Their flushed
faces are the only evidence of what has happened only a few minutes before. You still lay
naked on the desk at the head of the class, cum dripping off your body, your pussy aching and
sore, gaping wide, your breasts heaving from exertion. One of the boys whose name you still
don’t know, helps you get off the desk. You grab a rag meant for wiping the blackboard to clean
most of the cum off your body and face. When you look around for something to clean the desk
with, Michael stops you. “No, Miss Fran, I want you to lick that up.”

You look at him with big, unbelieving eyes, but you can see he is serious. Still naked, you bend
over the desk and lick the cum off its surface, while the boys stand around, watching you,
grinning and snickering. When Michael points out a few drops on the floor, you obediently kneel
down and lick that up as well. Your master had told you to keep the floor clean, after all.

When you turn your back at Michael to pick up your clothes, he suddenly stands behind you and
grabs your breasts. His fingers start playing with your nipples, and you can feel his already hard
again cock press into your ass. He whispers into your ear: “Next time, I’m going to fuck you.
We’re all going to fuck you. Even Joey. It may take a while, but eventually you are going to have
that big cock in your cunt, teacher.”

Turning around you reply: “There will be no next time, Michael. Only my master can order me to
do something. He will find a solution for the pictures, and you will never see me again. I’m not
going to be teaching here again, so don’t think for one second that you will ever fuck me.”

Michael points behind him. When you look over his shoulder, you see for the first time the
camera mounted on the back wall of the small room. Your blood runs ice cold as Michael goes
on. “See that little camera, Miss Fran? We have recorded this whole session, in high-def no
less. Maybe your ‘master’ can deal with a few porn pictures, but what is he going to do about a
movie of his little slave, playing jerk-off material for a bunch of k**s? In school, while in a
position of authority as a teacher? And if that is not enough: Joey isn’t quite 18 yet, you know?
Sucking the cock of minor, asking…. no, make that ‘begging’ him to fuck her?” He smiled
sweetly. “I think, Miss Fran, that you will come back here and teach us again, many, many
times. Don’t you? The alternative would not be some, inconvenient but minor embarrassment,
my Love. The alternative in this case would be jail, plain and simple. And we really don’t want to
go there, do we?”

Another smile. “And, if that’s not enough, what do you think your husband would say to you
letting a bunch of boys jerk off all over you, sucking cock, playing with yourself in front of us?
Coming in front of us. Have you ever cum in front of anyone but your husband? I don’t think he
would appreciate that very much, do you? But, if you like, we have your real name, address,
everything, from the stuff in your purse, so we can just come over and show it to him.”

Fran was absolutely speechless. How did she ever get into this situation? Could her master help
her? Would he be able to get her out of this mess? Surely he would know a way. Right? He
must have some…

Michael grinned when he saw understanding dawn on you. “Yes, that’s right, Miss Fran. How
did we know about you? How did we know to put the camera up? How did we know what you
would respond to, what would turn you on? There is only one answer, right? Your master is the
one who put us up to all this. He knows exactly what we did, because he is the one who told us
to do it, so I wouldn’t expect too much help from him. He promised us that we would be able to
have you, to do with you whatever we please, whenever we want. So from now on, you will
belong to two masters. The others here will do whatever I tell them, but I am your second
master now. Do you understand?”

You nod, and Michael kisses you hard on the lips. Then he pushes down on your shoulders until
you kneel in front of him. “Now open my pants, my little pet. Suck me off, right here. Let the
others watch, let them know what they have to look forward to in the future.”

You look up at him. “Please, may I at least put my clothes back on? Please?” you beg. Michael
shakes his head.

And you suck his cock, kneeling naked on the floor while 5 other boys watch you. And as he
cums in your mouth, and you hear the dirty, degrading comments of his buddies, you feel your
pussy twitch in anticipation of what the future is going to bring.