Holster pt 3

M+f, exhibition, oral, sharing, dubcon, humiliation, slavery

Poor little Math Teacher’s eyes teared up as she tried so hard to get me to cum. I wasn’t even touching her, just leaning back, making her do all the work as she shoved her face into my pubes, trying to swallow cock as deep as she could. No hands, no tricks, just wet lips and a tight throat, and I was purposely holding back on her, making her work hard for it.

It was even better that I was on my phone, pretending to ignore her as she choked herself around me. She might not think so, but I thought it was the perfect punishment for being a smart ass, mouthy little bitch. With her lips suctioned around me and working frantically to drain every ounce of jizz out of my prick, exactly what the little cunt deserved.

Honestly, I could barely remember what she said that pissed me off. And frankly, I didn’t care; those lips felt so good, making that airtight seal around me.

Yeah, I wanted to blast my load down her throat… but that wouldn’t be punishment enough. The horny cunt was craving exactly that sort of validation, anything that proved she could piss a man off and make him forget.

I groaned, letting her enjoy a moment of pride. And I knew her so well that that was exactly what was going through her head. My moan meant she could fuck around and get away with it. So I followed it up with words that I knew would be a splash of cold water on that overheated hole.

“Four of my friends are on their way over. You’ll greet them just like you were taught… Then we’ll see how long that smart mouth lasts.”

She looked up at me through the running mascara, her tits dangling bare. I could tell she wanted to protest, to say something, to beg, but I cut her off.

“You sure you want to open that fucking mouth again? Say one word, and I’ll add another four strangers… That’s what I fucking thought. Your fucking mouth got you into this situation, use it to get out, not piss me off even more.”

Her nod was imperceptible, except through my cock. She shoved forward, choking herself again, hoping to get me off, but I simply disengaged, leaving her naked and kneeling on the floor.

I stuffed my cock back in my pants as she watched, knowing her chance to get me off, to make me forget, vanished before her eyes. Walking away, I tapped on the phone as she sat there, miserable.

“Get to your place at the door.”

I watched from the corner of my eye as she crawled on all fours to her spot. It was the place where she waited for me to get home. Where she waited to offer her mouth for my use after a long day of work. She’d been taught the only proper way to wait, or offer any of her filthy holes, was while completely naked.

She was doing that right now, with me already here, knowing strangers would soon be here as well. With her head bowed down, and shoulders slumped, I could tell she wasn’t happy at all with the thought of it, strangers seeing her, touching her, fucking her… But she lost that agency with what I’m sure she thought was a smart-ass, bratty remark. To me, it was total disrespect… Bitch needed a lesson, garbage out, garbage in.

Sitting down heavily in my recliner, I continued pretending to be messaging on my phone. I let the leather creak loudly. Leaning back, I let it make even more noise. I shifted, making it creak again, all the while watching her. She stole little looks over, rubbed at her eyes, hoping to fix the makeup that was now a disaster, and shifted her knees together in embarrassment.

“Spread those legs, you nasty whore. My friends will want to see just how wet and drippy that fuck hole of yours is.” I said without bothering to look up. She sighed and forced her legs apart with a shudder. Knowing she was working up the nerve to say something, I barked, “And keep that cock sucker shut until we are using it.”

We waited. The minutes ticked off slowly. Thinking about the thoughts tumbling around in her head made me hard. I knew she didn’t want to do this. I also knew that if I didn’t nip her smartass remarks in the bud, it would become a fucking problem. What better way than to give her mouth something positive to do?

She damn near jumped out of her skin when the first knock rapped.

In a low tone, I reminded her of her role, “Head bowed, shoulders back, push those big milkers out, and spread those fucking legs.”

I didn’t get up, didn’t even move, just watched as she shifted in position. When she had her ample chest pushed out to my satisfaction, I rose up slowly out of the chair. I took my time, letting her anguish while I relished in her discomfort. She knew there was a stranger on the other side of the door. She had to wait, naked, kneeling, dripping, I’m sure, while I lingered, making my way slowly to the foyer. The fires in her cunt must be hot enough to melt rock.

Walking across the room, I approached the door, then paused before reaching for the handle. A second knock sounded as her breath trembled. I wanted to look back at her, see her wide eyes, see her shaking desperately in one last attempt to beg. More than that, though, I wanted to see the look in her eyes when I smiled and told her no.

Instead, I reached out and opened the door.

Michael stood there. I’d known him since high school, when he was on the school football team. He knew my kinks, had sampled past slaves, and, since he was married, was always eager to get his balls emptied by one of my sluts.

“Hey,” I yelled enthusiastically, “Glad you could make it. What are you drinking?”

I stepped aside so he could see my cunt on the floor, then turned my back and walked away, heading for the wet bar.

“Are you aware that there’s a naked bitch on your floor?” he called after me.

Looking back, I explained, “Yeah, that’s Teacher Slave. Our suck whore for the evening.”

“So, I can fuck her?”

“Not yet. A few more are on their way.” I explained. “Help yourself to a drink.”

“Shouldn’t the slut make my drink?”

“Normally, yes,” I said. “But I want her on display, tits and cunt out so the others can see this naked whore-milf.”

As Michael turned away, there was another knock. A razor-thin man with sharp rat-like features and an ill-fitting suit stood outside. Not physically intimidating like Michael was, but his cleverness shone through his eyes, he was very good at making girls suffer.

“Thomas,” I said, inviting him in.

He entered and stood in front of her, just looking down, inspecting. “This is the slut I’ve heard so much about?”

“This is her.”

“What did the cunt do to earn this?”

“She’s got a smart mouth, she can’t help getting a little lippy,” I replied.

“So, we’re here to put those pouty lips to proper use? There’s some miles on her…”

“She had a kid, but she plays the skin flute like a virtuoso at Carnegie Hall.”

Thomas nodded slowly while still staring at her. She never looked up at him, possibly stewing in the conversation about her that was swirling around her. Thomas said simply, “We’ll see. Won’t we?”

When he left, she glanced up at me with trembling lips. Before either of us could say anything, there was another knock. On the other side of the door, two men, this time, they’d arrived separately at the same time. One was Mac, a construction worker with a dad bod and arms like steel cables. I thought about his hands in Teacher Slut’s hair, he could probably rip her head off barehanded. The other was Bob, another long-time friend from school, who’d dealt drugs back then, and probably still did. I didn’t see a dusting on his mustache, but knew he was a degenerate in many other ways. Knowing I’d be sharing a hole tonight, he’d probably be jacked up on boner pills… Poor slut, most likely she’d have to relieve him multiple times tonight.

Bob wasted no time going right for her. I had to intervene with a quick, “Not yet. I want the cunt stewing in her juices for a bit. You’ll slick that prick in her lips soon enough.”

“Stay!” I told slut as I ushered the last two to the wet bar.

We had a round of drinks, and I introduced Bob to Thomas, the two had never met before. Nothing like using a hole to bring dudes together. There was some conversation about football, and some grumbling about jobs, for those who worked traditional careers, and then they asked what she’d done.

“Gents, she’s been rude. And I promised her she’d be sorry for that. She could leave. Who else but a desperate fucking whore would stick around for what’s about to happen? Luckily for us, I have reams of blackmail, her husband, family, and school board would be devastated to see. So when we get around to using this suck pig, don’t hold back… Choke her. Fuck her. Make her feel sorry for thinking she can be rude, can use that smartass mouth for anything but swallowing cock, or that a piece of ass like her has any purpose other than making men fill her with jizz.”

All eyes turned to her as she knelt facing the door naked. Their eyes devoured her, sweeping across a perfect upside-down heart. Two plump cheeks, splitting just enough to reveal that tight, shadowed cleft begging to be spread wide, perched atop her ankles. Her breast, just a crescent fragment peeking around the rib cage, with hands placed gently on bare thighs. Her face could not be seen through the waves of dark curls cascading down between her shoulders.

“Here’s to fuck holes caught in impossible situations by their own doing,” Thomas said with a sneer on his ratty face.

The men chuckled, and glasses clinked together. I moved to the living room and took a seat on my recliner. The glass coffee table had been moved aside, ensuring there would be plenty of room for my cunt to sit on the ground in front of us. The guys joked and chatted as they took seats on the couches, forming a U shape, all looking into the center.

“Slut!” I called out, “Get over here.”

“Yes, sir.” She said softly with a tremble. This wasn’t the first time with others, but it was the first time with this many others. She’d earned it with that sassy mouth.

As she padded in on bare feet, I couldn’t help but appreciate just what I’d reeled in. Her tits, when dressed, completely filled a D-cup, swaying nicely nude as she scooted around one of the couches. All eyes were on her, but hers were on the floor, not looking at anyone. Even just past forty, she kept a nice shape, jogging, firm legs, and a soft but not expansive belly. She’d had a child ages ago, and it left marks. Enough to embarrass her when I touched them, but still sexy, making her soft and grabbable.

The other guys wouldn’t find out tonight, if ever, but years of no sex had reset her slit back to factory settings. It was a silk-lined juicer, slide in, and those dormant muscles came alive, feral and milking out every fucking drop. Better than that, even though she protested the indignity of it all, she moved her hips and fucked as if she had graduated from the finest whore school. Years of disuse had come back with a vengeance.

She knelt on the carpet, five sets of eyes all over every inch of exposed skin. Her eyes were on the floor. She was nervous, afraid of what was about to happen. I wanted to make it worse for her.

“Gentlemen, as I said, she’s been rude. I promised her she’d be sorry…” I let my voice trail off as the rest of them made hungry growls. Then rattled my nearly empty glass and barked out, “But first, another round of drinks.”

My ice cubes clinked as she looked up at me. I told her, “I’ll take a Vieux Carré.”

Yeah, it’s a complicated drink, so this would be a special kind of torture for her. Making her focus and fixate on all the elements of its mixing, dragging out the time while she worked bare ass naked. Forcing her to be conscious and think as the clock slowly ticked to her getting repeatedly face fucked. I could see her hand tremble as she worked several heavy ice cubes into a tumbler. She had to pay attention to her task, and every moment of it was another prolonged moment of thinking about the five cocks that would soon be fucking her.

We had a few minutes of conversation then she returned and knelt naked on the floor with the drink held out. I took it from her and scooted to the edge of my recliner, the leather creaking wickedly as I did. “Pull me out and get me ready… Let's see if this cocktail is up to standard.”

“And if it’s not?” Bob asked. His eyes were on her backside, staring at the ass he hoped to sink his fat prick into.

I swirled the tumbler, letting the scents of orange, spices, and herbs fill my nostrils. The drink was pure sex, complex and indulgent. “Then one of you will fuck her dirty ass raw.”

She looked up, eyes wide, not daring but wanting so badly to shake her head, no.

“Well slut?” I glared down at her, my eyes piercing her. “If this isn’t your best work, then a good, hard ass fucking from a stranger is what you deserve, isn’t it?”

She looked down at my feet, her brows knitted in thought. I’m sure she was weighing just telling us all to fuck off, wondering if I’d release all her pictures and videos, all her secret messages, burn her life to the ground. It would leave her with nothing, from sucking unpleasant cock on occasion to potentially having to do it full-time with no other prospects.

“Yes, sir.” She finally choked out.

“Yes, sir, what?” I demanded with a growl.

She sighed and swallowed, her soul being crushed as her shoulders dropped, and she said, “Yes, sir. This nasty cock sleave will deserve nothing more than her fat whore ass getting fucked if my drink displeases you.”

The laugher drowned her. She practically sank into herself under its weight. I took a sip. The taste was sharp and boozy, but within a few minutes it would evolve into something like a velvet spice. Amateurishly made, but she’d only learned it last month… Most of that time with a cock in her mouth for her many failed attempts.

“Passable,” I murmured, enjoying the heat of the drink as it burned its way to my stomach. The crowd groaned; they really wanted to fuck this whore.

Teacher Slut sank into herself as the guest argued about which of them would have been the ideal choice to punish her by reeming her nether fuckhole. It didn’t last long, though; her hands worked the front of my slacks, opening me up as she leaned in and noisily slurped my cock into her greedy suckhole.

“Fuck…” I groaned to a round of cheers. The guys were watching, knowing this was the only thing on the menu tonight. And each was eager to get their own taste.