"If he tells anyone, I could lose my job," the teacher said quietly. She didn't have a concerned look on her face, but more a look of annoyance.
"He's not going to tell anyone," Brad said as he finished zipping up his pants and began taking off his belt. I wondered why he would take his belt off after he finished making love, and not before.
"How do you know?" She asked, pulling her skirt up to her waist.
"Because, if he does, I'll share all those dirty videos he's been making of his mom, and he'd be in a lot more trouble than just getting fired," the bully said with a smirk.
Mrs. Hunter gave Brad an impressed smile. She enjoyed seeing how confident and securely he handled the situation.
"You're not gonna tell, are ya, little Milksop?" Brad asked in a mocking, degrading voice.
"No, sir," I answered, looking down fearfully.
Mrs. Hunter's eyes shifted towards me, and a look of disgust crossed her face. I looked so weak and pathetic, yielding to Brad's superiority. She then reached over the desk and turned the picture frame down on its face, as if seeing me somehow reminded her of her wimpy husband.
"Let's prove it so that nice Mrs. Hunter feels less worried," he said as he stepped closer towards me, smacking the belt in his hands like a whip. I gulped.
The young, charming and very beautiful teacher sat at her desk to watch her lover 'handle the situation.'
First, Brad had me drop my trousers and show off the humiliating cage covering my dicklette. Brad started spilling all my humiliating secrets (often twisting the stories to make himself seem more generous and myself seem more perverted. He only had to tell a hundredth of the degrading things I'd been through and I was already shaking and swearing I'd never tell anyone. Mrs. Hunter was laughing. The situation was much farther than she thought, and now she had no fears about me spilling the secret about her and Brad.
He finished it off by having me place my hands against the back of a chair as he stepped behind me with the belt.
*Wack!* The belt ripped across my bare ass, making me scream. I had to sing out apologies for being a perverted peeping tom as Brad whipped the hell out of me his strong arms and leathery belt. Mrs. Hunter continued laughing, enjoying the show. In her eyes, I was the most despicable, disgusting and perverted wimp she'd ever seen. With each swing of the belt, she laughed with joy, glad that I was getting the punishment I deserved. As I belched out my apologies, I reminded her of her husband - the one who looked at porn and couldn't get hard for her - and she enjoyed seeing me whipped even more.
Multiple beads of tears ran far down my cheeks as the belt left deep, red welts across my buttocks. When the cruel bully was finished, he walked over to the teacher. "Your laugh makes me want you even more," he said as he stepped towards the cute, smiling teacher. She laughed some more, glancing at him with big warm eyes as she did.
The bully reached down and fondled her breast. "Ooo, round two already?" She said playfully as she ran a finger under his chin. "But..." Her glance shifted from Brad towards me, sitting there blubbering against the chair. "The annoying wimp is still here," she said scornfully.
"So? He's not gonna tell anyone. He wants to be a perve and watch!"
Before Mrs. Hunter could protest, Brad shoved his mouth against hers. She swooned into his arms. A moment later and they traded places - Brad was sitting in her office chair and she straddled him, her skirt hiked up to her waist. I had to sit there and watch as she mounted him and rode him to a second orgasm. "That's my big, strong man," she whispered as she rocked her gorgeous, fit body up and down on the bully. I watched with pain (my pants hurt too much to pull up so they were still down around my ankles.) Brad's hands roamed over the gorgeous teacher's body, squeezing her buttocks and sliding up her curvy hips and thin waist.
She continued riding him, the sound of her moans and begs for more were punctuated by soft kisses. Brad got his reward for 'dealing' with me fully.
The teacher I favored, the one I used to find safety and comfort in from my bullies, had now come to completely detest me.
Brad and the gorgeous teacher continued their affair throughout the rest of the school year. They'd share sexy glances during classes, flirtatious touching and sly winks in the school hallways, and secret kisses in the teacher's lounge or her office. And after school, they'd fuck like rabbits. They couldn't keep their hands off each other. Not once did I see him try to do anal or indecently grab her breasts. It was sensual, respectful and very erotic. Somehow that made it even worse when he came by my house on the weekends, slapping my mom's ass and saying "why don't you jiggle those fat tits for me, Bimbo?" And my mom would always answer with a huge smile, "Okay! Let's go to the bedroom!" Then, of course, he'd make my mom take it up the ass in her bedroom.
Since Mrs. Hunter knew that I knew about their affair - and knew I was as harmless as a mouse - she'd even let Brad post me up as a look-out boy, having me stand in front of her office door as I listened to them make love. It crushed me.
Things at work did not turn out so well for my mom. When she returned to work after the slut-off, the schedule on her wall had an appointment with Mr. Richard as well as an appointment with the camera guys. Her boss fucked her pussy in his office while talking about her up-coming modeling gig. He explained that she would be unable to accept money from the 'Jean’s Boutique' clothing store for the modeling. It would be a breach of her contract with the studio. However, they can pay the studio and the studio can 'lease her out' to model for the clothes store. My mom didn't like the sound of being 'leased out.' It made her feel like a prostitute. But, she was getting her boss's dick rammed up her pussy as they spoke, so she could hardly protest.
To compensate her for modeling, the clothing store had agreed to let her buy any clothes she models for half-off. The studio will buy the clothes and just take the money out of her paycheck. My mom accepts, remarking how she badly needs a new wardrobe that fits her new figure. The boss tells her what a great move this will be for her career as he continues with his primary task: emptying his balls into her pussy. He smiled as he fucked the dumb blonde starlet, thinking about the new source of income he'd be getting by lending her out as a model.
Straight from her bosses office, into her closet office for the next appointment: Being double-penetrated by two cameramen as they continue to blackmail her. This time, the cameramen boldly take advantage of her ass. She resisted at first, but they ignore her pleas, reminding her of the blackmail video and telling her to take it. She does. One cock in her pussy, one in her ass. They took turns trying out each hole, a video camera stuffed in her face. She'd never felt more used.
Afterward, she changes into her embarrassingly slutty outfit for the filming. Today is a series of infomercials on... Birth control pills. Just before she walks on set, Frank shoved a remote-controlled vibrator into her cum-filled pussy.