Trouble for Teacher

She took a deep breath and opened the door of the public bar and walked in. The smell of stale beer, smoke, and some unpleasant background smell that she had come to expect in this sort of seedy, lowlife bar, hit her nostrils. As her eyes adjusted to the gloom she could see that six men had turned to look at her as she crossed to the bar. Six pairs of male eyes roamed over her body, surprised to see such a good-looking, well-dressed woman as Francesca in this down-at-heel, all-male preserve. There were also two more men slouched over the bar, but they were too drunk to even notice her.

She sat on a bar stool, crossing her legs and letting her knee-length skirt ride up a bit to show some thigh.

"Gin and tonic please" she said to the elderly barman, who was looking at her with as much interest as the others.

"Err, yeah, sure love."

He placed the drink on the bar in front of her.

"Don't know when the last time was that I served one of them," he chuckled.

She took a couple of sips of her drink and looked around the room, checking out her fellow customers. Five out of the six looked away when she glanced at them. Only one held her gaze,

a slightly knowing smile on his face. His eyes only left her pretty face when he brazenly ran his eyes over her body. He notice the top three buttons of her blouse were undone, showing the first swelling of her full breasts. When he was done leering at them he took in the exposed part of her thighs and the smooth curve of her calves, clearly liking what he was seeing.

He was burly, in his mid-fifties she thought, twenty or so years older than her. He had dark hair curling over his ears and collar, and was unshaven. He was dressed in work clothes -- dirty jeans, a sweat stained work-shirt and boots. He had an air of confidence about him.

He was going to be the one, she thought.

After letting him have a good look at her, she turned back to the bar. She put her shoulders back and pushed her breasts out some more, giving him a side view of her assets. She finished off her G&T and put the empty glass back on the bar top. The man walked the few paces to her side, as if on cue.

"Another?" He asked brusquely.

She swivelled round on the barstool to face him, her knee making contact with his thigh.

"Yes, thank you. Same again."

"So, darlin' what's a classy looking bird like you doing in a dump like this then?"

"Well, sometimes I like to go some place where I'm not going to be seen by anyone I know, so I can cut loose a bit."

"Oh yeah? Is that what you're going to do tonight then, cut loose?"

"Uh huh, I think I might. Do you want to help me with that?" she asked, rubbing her knee against his leg.

"Yeah, reckon I could," he said with a smirk.

They chatted a bit. She found out he was a bricklayer and had come here straight from work. He was called Jerry and was divorced. She told him she was divorced too, and worked in PR, not telling him that in fact she was the deputy head of a respectable school in another town. She told him her name was Julie.

She didn't really want to know anything about him, they were just filling in time while they finished their drinks and one or other of them would make their inevitable move.

He was stroking her thigh now, his hand rough from his manual work, rasping against her smooth skin like sandpaper. This was just the treatment she wanted, and she was getting turned on, impatient to get on with it. His hand ventured up under her skirt and she opened her thighs a little, making it unmistakably clear that she was ready and available.

Their cursory conversation had sputtered to an end, and she could wait no longer. When he leaned in to whisper something in her ear, she turned her head round, tilted her head back and opened her mouth a little.

"Kiss me Jerry."

Their mouths met and joined in a long, lust-filled kiss. All the other men in the bar were watching with interest now. But she didn't care about that. All her friends and colleagues thought of her as a conventional, well-behaved woman, but when she made her visits to sleazy bars like this, she just wanted to be a complete slut.

Their kiss continued and his hand grasped her breast now. The fact that they had an audience didn't bother her, it just increased her excitement. She was thrilled that he was helping himself to what she had to offer, no invitation needed.

"Do you have somewhere we can go?" she asked, her voice husky with desire.

"Yeah, my flat's just a couple of minutes away."

"Then there's no need to stay here any longer is there?" she said breathlessly, giving his semi-hard cock a squeeze.

"Nope, there ain't. Let's go."

He got up, took her arm and helped her down from the stool and led her across the room to the door. The other men watched enviously. A couple of them smirked as he passed.

"Do 'er good, Jez," said another.

They hurried through a couple of narrow streets of terraced houses before arriving at a wider street with a few shops in it. They didn't speak, they didn't stop to kiss or get a bit luvvy. They both knew what they wanted and they wanted to get on with it as quickly as possible. They arrived at a door positioned between a betting shop and a 'greasy joe' type cafe. He unlocked the door and ushered her in. They climbed the stairs in front of them and entered his flat.

He immediately pounced on her and pushed her against the wall and started kissing her hard. His semi-erect cock was pressing against her stomach and his hands were all over her. She responded eagerly feeling him harden up as she rubbed herself against him.

Breathlessly they pulled apart.

"Bedrooms here" he said, shoving her through a door.

The double bed was unmade, and it looked to her like the sheets hadn't been washed in a while. Clothes were strewn around the floor, along with a couple of empty beer bottles. But this was where she was going to get fucked. The rooms sleaziness was just the ambience she wanted, just perfect she thought.

No more words were spoken as they both hurriedly got rid of their clothes. It only took a few moments for them both to be naked.

She quickly looked him over, liking what she saw. He was fit, but not the carefully contrived fitness of a gym-goer, like most of her boyfriends had been, but the fitness of a man who did hard manual work every day. He had muscular arms and legs, a slight swell to his belly, but it was firm, hard, not flabby. He had a mat of greying chest hair, and his cock, fully erect now and jutting out, was above average in length but satisfyingly thick. As always she loved to see the effect she had on men. His balls were large and heavy looking, hanging low beneath his cock, loaded with the sperm that was soon going to end up inside her. She was on the pill, and always had bareback sex on these encounters. Risky, maybe, but the feeling of a stranger cumming inside her was always such a big thrill for her.

He was equally satisfied with what he was seeing -- a polished, well-cared-for woman in her late thirties. Slim, but not skinny, black hair, dark eyes, light brown skin. He didn't know it but her mother was Italian which accounted for her Mediterranean looks. Her breasts were a good size, 36C, heavy and firm as his greedy hands soon found out as he eagerly mauled them. Her dark nipples were hard and protruding as he pinched and rolled them between his thick fingers.

She broke away from him, panting, and flung herself onto the bed. She wasted no time but opened her legs wide and stroked her wet slit a couple of times before patting her pussy invitingly.

"Come on Jerry. Please. Hurry, give me that big cock of yours."

He quickly positioned himself between her thighs. Holding his cock in one hand he rubbed it up and down her wet slit a few times, coating it with her leaking love-juices, and rubbing it over her clit. She moaned and raised her hips up, offering her pussy to him.

"Get it in me Jerry, shove it in me now," she begged.

He placed his fat cock head between her open labia and sunk into her in one hard push. She moaned and pushed back against him as, with a couple more thrusts, he sheathed himself fully into her welcoming love-tunnel. Crouching over her he wasted no time in starting a fast, hard pumping of her wet, eager cunt. She clutched his shoulders, wrapped her legs around him and settled in for the ride. She had looked forward to this all day, and she was desperate for her release. This hard, fast, no-nonsense fucking by this working-class man was what she needed so badly. The sophisticated, professional woman was left behind and a more primal self took over.

She moaned and cried out as he rode her hard, taking her like she was the last woman he was ever going to have. It didn't take much of this treatment before she was cumming. Her fingers dug painfully into his shoulders, she wailed and writhed underneath him as her orgasm swept over her.

He carried on pumping her hard and it wasn't long before he was cumming too, spurt after spurt of his hot semen pulsing into her, triggering another orgasm for her.

"Wow! You really needed that didn't you?" she said as she got her breath back.

"Well, you're a good fuck, darlin', that's for sure," he said as he pulled out and got up off her.

She chuckled, reckoning that was what passed as a compliment from someone like him.

"Not so bad yourself. I hope you're going to do me again."

"Yep, you can bet on that."

He walked into the small kitchen and returned with two cans of cheap beer. They lay together drinking their beer (not something she usually drank) not saying much, but their hands roaming casually over each others bodies.

"Time to get you into action again I think," she said after a while, her hand squeezing his semi-erect cock.

She slid down his body until she reached his waiting cock and set her mouth to work on him. She relished the taste of their combined juices, as she sucked him into full hardness again. When she was satisfied with her work she moved up, straddled him, reached for his now rock-hard cock and sank down onto it. She was sloppy with the mixture of his cum and her love-juices and she slid down onto him easily. She moaned as the tip of his cock kissed her cervix.

"Oh my god! You fill me up so good."

She started riding him as enthusiastically as he had ridden her earlier. Her breasts swung enticingly in front of him and his big, hands roughly mauled them. Leaning forward he kissed and sucked her nipples, giving them vicious little bites, which made her squeal each time. And soon she was cumming again, a long, hard orgasm that left her weak and trembling.

He was not finished though and he flipped her over, with his cock still firmly lodged inside her. He grasped her legs behind the knees and folded her back. Having her in the position he wanted he continued fucking her, ramming his thick cock into her as hard as he could. His eyes were glazed over now, distant, concentrating only on reaching his own release. She'd had her second orgasm and now was lying pinned beneath him while he used her solely for his own pleasure. She was getting a little sore now but knew he was not going to stop until he had finished with her. His own orgasm came at last, and she almost came again as his second load of semen was pumped into her.

Disengaging they lay there for a few minutes, both taking a while to recover from such a vigorous fucking.

"That was fantastic, Jerry," she said, stroking his cock. "You really know how to use that thing don't you."

He was man of few words now that he was sated. He just smiled, grunted his agreement and went to the kitchen. When he got back, with a can of beer in his hand, she was getting dressed.

"You can stay the night if you want," he said taking a swig of his beer.

"I'd love to but I have to work tomorrow," she said as she buttoned up her blouse.

"Well you can come again, anytime you want."

"Thanks, I may well do that," she said leaning across to kiss him before heading for the door.

As she drove home she thought about the last six months in which she had been visiting rough areas to pick up men for no-strings-attached sex. Men who she would once have considered unsuitable sexual partners, but who she had discovered excited her more and more.

She thought about the first time, when she had nervously gone to the sort of pub she would never have gone to previously, and hooked up with a middle-aged man in greasy overalls. He had taken her out to the car park, where he had briefly kissed and fondled her before turning her round and pushing her up against a car. He lifted up her skirt and ripped her panties off her. Bent over the bonnet of the car, her naked arse on display, she heard him unzip and with no hesitation his hard cock was probing around her slit, seeking her entrance. She was turned on, as it was something she wanted, but it was happening faster than she had imagined it would.

His cock soon found its target and he thrust himself into her pussy, wet and ready for cock -- any cock. His thick, grimy fingers gripped her hips, holding her in place. No words were spoken, the only sounds were their mutual moans and groans, and the slapping of flesh against flesh, as he shafted her, fast and hard. Such coarse, brutal treatment had her orgasming in no time at all, much to her surprise. It didn't take him much longer to come either, grunting animalistically as he spurted into her. Then, having filled her up with what seemed like copious amounts of his semen, he withdrew, zipped up, slapped her arse and walked back into the bar. It was all over in ten minutes, and not even a thank you!

She lifted herself up off the bonnet, shaking from the intensity of their brief coupling. She looked around the car park to check nobody was watching. Thankfully not, she thought, as she fumbled in her bag for some tissues to wipe up the mess that he had left behind. She dropped them on the ground when she had cleaned herself up as best she could, pulled up her panties and made her way to her car.

She went straight to bed when she got home, not bothering to shower. When she woke up in the morning his smell was still lingering on her and she became aware of the sticky mess between her legs and on her thighs, where his cum had leaked out, reminding her of her shameful encounter the night before. Shameful, yes, she thought, but so exciting, so dirty, so sluttish. She knew she wanted more encounters like that. But right now she wanted to masturbate. She ran her fingers along her slit a few times, coating them in the gunk that she found there. Her slimy fingers circled her clit as the fingers of her other hand plunged into her wet cunt, and soon she was engulfed by an earth-shattering orgasm.

That was the start of a regular pattern of visits to other low bars. She couldn't last more than a couple of weeks before she had to go out again. In between visits she thought all the time about sex with the types of men she would find there, masturbating most days. She made it a rule of her new found game that she would always have sex with someone, regardless of age, appearance, cleanliness. She would settle for whatever was available in that particular bar on that night. Being attractive, classy, confident of her sex appeal she never went home without having been fucked by someone.

Some times she struck lucky and would have some good looking man, or men. Like the time two hunky builders in their twenties took her back to their flat, where she was fucked repeatedly by them both.

Other times there were only two or three men in the bar, each of them totally unappealing, but on these visits she knew that, in a perverse way, any one of them would do just fine. Her rule meant that she wouldn't leave until she'd had sex with one of them, however repulsive they may seem. Sometimes it seemed that the less attractive they were the more intense her sexual pleasure with them was. She didn't understand it, but was addicted to it nevertheless.

Anonymity was important due to her job, which she would probably lose if her behaviour ever came out. So she always went to towns far enough away from where she lived to be pretty sure she would never be seen by anyone who knew her. It worked well for a long while but eventually disaster struck.

One evening she was sitting on a bench seat, in a down-at-heel pub called The George. She had hooked up with a burly guy in his forties, dark skin, full beard, middle-eastern maybe, who sat next to her. One arm was a round her shoulders, the other was underneath the table in front of them, two thick fingers inside her wet cunt. The top three buttons of her blouse were undone and his eyes were fixed on the swell of her full breasts. His furtive fingering had her well on the way to an orgasm. Her breath was coming faster now and she bit her bottom lip trying not to moan or cry out.

Occasional glances from other men in the bar made it obvious that they knew what was going on. But she didn't care, it only excited her more to be seen as a slut. However one man, who had just entered the room, looked across at her as if he knew her. She had a feeling that she had seen him before, but couldn't place him. This should have worried her but she was too for gone to care about it.

"Take me somewhere and fuck me. Please," she whispered in the ear of the man whose fingers were currently inside her. She couldn't remember his name -- Yusuf, Josep, Joseph? It didn't matter, now she just wanted his cock to replace his fingers.

"Sure, but I don't have my car with me and I can't take you home, as my wife wouldn't like it!" he sniggered. "It will have to be outside somewhere, OK?"

"Yeah sure, anywhere, I really need that big cock of yours," she gasped as her hand reached down and squeezed it.

They hurried out of the bar, and she briefly registered that the other guy was watching them, intently. But Yusuf, or whatever his name was, gripped her upper arm and steered out the door and led her to the backyard of the pub. It was a cluttered space filled with rubbish bins, crates of empty bottles and an outside toilet. He led her into a dark corner next to the toilet and pressed himself against her and kissed her. She didn't normally like beards but a certain submissiveness always took over when she was in these situations and she was his now, responding enthusiastically to him.

His hands were on her breasts and pulling at her blouse to get at them properly. She backed off for a moment to open the blouse, not wanting him to damage it in his haste. She always wore a front-opening bra on these occasions, for ease of access, and quickly undid the front clasp, freeing her beautiful tits. His eager hands were on them, squeezing, hefting and mauling them.

"Oh yeah. What a couple of beauties," he said as he lowered his head to kiss and bite them, his thick, wiry beard rasping roughly against her tender skin. His teeth were nipping at her hard, jutting nipples.

She could wait no longer.

"Fuck me now," she gasped pulling back from him.

She lifted her skirt and slid her thong down her legs and kicked it off onto the ground. She turned round to put her hands on the wall and position herself for him to take her from behind, like the men usually wanted to in these situations. However he had other ideas and wanted to take her from the front.

"I want to see your face as I fuck you, OK?"

"Yes, however you want me. Just do it!"

She pressed her shoulders back against the wall of the toilet and shuffled her legs forward a bit, thrusting her hips out to give him easier access to her wet and ready pussy. He dropped his trousers and underpants, revealing his circumcised cock, hard, erect and ready to go. He shuffled forward until he was positioned between her legs, his dick homing in on its target. He found her entrance easily and inserted the head into her. Grasping her hips he worked his way into her with two or three more thrusts and they were joined completely.

"Oh yesss," she hissed, "that's just what I need. Fuck me. Fuck me hard!"

They started humping together, a fast, desperate rutting. This is what she craved, this dirty, uncomplicated sex in sordid surroundings. The stresses of her job were forgotten and she became a sexual animal. Nothing else mattered at that moment than having a strangers thick cock pounding her and the feeling of an impending orgasm rising within her.

She was nearly there, grunting with every hard thrust, when she heard someone speaking her name.

"Wow, what a slut you are Mrs Denby. Who'd ever have thought it!"

Her eyes flew open and she looked across the shoulder of the man she was busy copulating with. The man from the bar who had seemed to recognise her was there, right next to them, his phone in his hand taking photos of them.

"What the hell..... ungh, ungh!"

"Who are .... ungh, ungh, ungh.... you."

"No, stop... ungh, ungh... no photos!"

The guy took no noticed, standing close and leering at her and taking more photos.

"Ungh, ungh, ungh," she grunted and moaned as Yusuf just carried on banging her, ignoring the other man completely.

Then her orgasm hit her. She clutched at her 'lover' as intense convulsions overwhelmed her, the other guy forgotten entirely. Her excitement conveyed itself to her partner who erupted inside her. His hot sperm pumping deep inside her prolonged her orgasm even more.

Still joined together she clung onto him, the continuing tremors making her unsure as to whether her legs would hold her up.

"Fucking hell," said the other guy, still pointing his phone at the exhausted couple. "I had no idea you were such a slut, Mrs D."

She was coming down a bit now, her breath starting to return to normal. Yusuf slid his sticky cock out of her and they parted. She looked across at the other guy and then remembered where she had seen him. It was at a Parent/Teacher evening. Oh shit, she thought, he is the father of one of my pupils! Could it be worse.

"You know who I am now don't you?"

"Mmmm, yes I think so."

"I'm Steve Jenkins. I'm not sure how I feel about having such a dirty whore as you teaching my kids," he said, mockingly.

"I've got it all recorded here," he said waving his phone at her. "I wonder what the other parents will think about you if I share it with them. Not to mention the other teachers, and of course the head, what's he called, Mr Williams."

She was shocked. She realised she'd fucked up badly.

"Please, don't do that. This is the first time I've ever done something like this," she lied, "I just got carried away."

"What do you reckon, man, is this the first time?" he asked Yusuf.

"Well, a mate of mine, who I was drinking with earlier, said he'd seen her at another pub a couple of weeks ago, and she went off with some guy then as well. He said she does it all the time, goes with anyone," he explained as he put his cock away and zipped up.

"So you're a liar as well as a whore. Well, well, not much of a role model for kids are you Mrs D?" he sneered.

"Please can't we sort this out somehow," she pleaded, really worried now at what might happen.

She'd just bought her first apartment, and taken on a large mortgage. The head teacher, Mr Williams, was due to retire in a few months time and she knew she was in with a good chance of getting the position. But if this came out her chances were zero. Indeed she'd probably loose her current job.

"I don't know, I feel it's my duty to let people know what you're really like," Steve said, pretending to consider his options.

But he knew just what he wanted -- he wanted her and now he had the means to have her.

She stood there in the dirty backyard, breasts bare, thong lying on the ground, some strangers cum leaking out of her freshly fucked pussy. Steve's phone was full of photos of her shagging. She knew she was in his hands entirely.

"Let me give you a blowjob, Steve, and we can forget this whole thing."

"Ha ha! That's just the sort of solution a whore like you would come up with!"

She moved nearer to him and rubbed his cock through his trousers.

"It will be good I promise you. The best BJ you've ever had," she said, smiling at him enticingly.

"Well, you are going to suck my cock for me Mrs D, I'd already decided that. But that's not going to be the end of it."

She had no choice, but to do as he wanted. Perhaps there was a way out of it after all, she thought.

"You'd better get on with it then," said Steve impatiently, pointing down on the ground in front of him. "On your knees and get sucking."

He stood there with his hands on his hips watching as she undid his belt, and pulled his trousers down to his knees. His semi-hard cock was uncircumcised, and large -- thick and long, with swollen veins running down either side. She stroked it a few times, getting the feel of it, before putting it in her mouth and getting to work on him.

"Look up at me, darlin'," he said, taking a few more shots of her as she complied with his instruction.

She sucked some more, her head bobbing up and down enthusiastically, enjoying it now. Her submissiveness had her in its grip, the humiliation of the situation making sure of that.

"Lick my balls now, whore," was his next command.

She could only do as he said, and lowered her head to lick and kiss them.

He took more photos of that.

"Back up now. Get it back in your mouth. You need to make me cum now."

She got back to a steady rhythm, her wet, warm mouth and busy tongue ensuring that he was not going to last much longer. With one hand on her head, the other holding the phone, he was soon there. The first two spurts went in to her mouth, then he pulled out and directed the next three over her face.

"Look up!", he said taking a few more shots of her cum covered face.

"Mouth open."

She complied as he took a couple of pictures of his cum resting on her tongue.

"Swallow!"

She did as he told her to.

"Open."

Two more pics of her now empty mouth. She'd been recorded in a classic porn sequence she realised.

Yusuf had been standing there still, rubbing his cock as he watched them.

"It looks like your 'boyfriend' needs a bit more attention," said Steve. "Get over there and get your slutty mouth to work."

She shuffled into position in front of him, reaching for his cock to get it in her mouth.

"Hold on a mo'," said Yusuf, "you'd better clean all that mess of your face. I don't want it all over me."

Steve fetched her bag which had been lying on the ground near where she had been fucked.

She took out some tissues and cleaned herself up a bit.

"Alright now?" she asked, looking up at Yusuf.

"Yeah, better. You can get on with it now."

Ten minutes later she had her second load of cum filling her mouth.

"Can I get up now, my knees are killing me?"

"OK," said Steve, "But you're not going yet. I need to tell you how things are going to go from here on."

"I just sucked you off. Isn't that enough?" she asked, hopefully.

"Nope, not nearly enough. I can ruin your life in an instant. If you want to stop me doing that you are going to be mine from now on. My wife kicked me out three months ago. I don't want to get into another relationship yet, but I want regular sex. That is where you come in."

"Err, OK."

"I will call you whenever I want you. Probably once a week, but maybe more often. I don't want to do you in places like this. We will go to a motel, which you will pay for. OK?"

"Yes I guess it will have to be, if there is no other way to sort this out."

"There isn't. This how it's going to be. Give me your phone number and you can be on your way."

She did as he asked, tidied herself up and left.

The evening certainly hadn't turned out as she had expected it to. As she drove home she contemplated the predicament she had got herself into. She couldn't risk having him make public her secret life style. She had no choice, she would have to do as he said, and have sex with him whenever he wanted it. At least until she could come up with some way to get out of this situation. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad, she thought, resignedly. After all she liked sex, and the thought of being blackmailed into it was sort of humiliating in a way that turned her on.

All she could do for now was to wait for his first call.