| Straight: Serial Stories: Teacher: Teacher: Part I (6/6) |
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into her. He issued some very uncharacteristic language as he wrapped her lovely hair around his stubby fingers and pulled her head back hard. ‘Fucking take that, dirty bitch; whore…’ ‘Call me your bitch… call me… whore… slut… ooohhh.’ Her drunken cries were painfully humiliating, but there was something else subtly encoded within them… a cold, mocking, detached voice that said something like, ‘Think what the fuck you like, Eric, but you are my bitch. I’m in control here.’ The more he degraded her, the louder the voice became, but Eric and all the others were gloriously oblivious. ‘Bitch! You’re my bitch. Take it up the arse.’ ‘I’m your bitch. Fuck my arse like the slut I am… do it… Oh… God… fuck me… Aaaghhhh!’ ‘Miss? Mrs Cheetham?’ It was cold now. The dew on the grass soaked through my trousers. I’d rearranged her thong, thrown my jacket over her, waited with her till she came round. The guys had dispersed about twenty minutes ago, pulled up their trousers while mumbling to each other. They cajoled Dave into consciousness and redressed him before stumbling silently, incredulously, to the taxi rank. She’d fainted as she’d cum, hyperventilated, but I wasn’t surprised because she was gasping for air through most of it. I rested her head on my lap, stroked her hair and pretended, for the sake of the occasional passer-by, that we were having a romantic moment together. There was nothing in my experience to explain what I had just witnessed and I wondered how this once lovely young woman had been reduced to this. Hopelessly out of my depth, I felt like a little schoolboy in a class of worldly grown-ups. My fingers stroked her brow and she opened her eyes. She blinked, then squinted into my face. ‘Alex?’ ‘I’m here, Miss. Just me. They’ve all gone. You fainted as you… you…’ ‘God, did I… Thanks.’ She tried to focus on me, but it was beyond her current physical powers and her speech was so slurred I could barely tell what she was saying. ‘Thanks for staying with me.’ ‘As if I could have left you like that.’ A satisfied smile spread across her drowsy, inebriated face. ‘That was something else… fucking hell. Did you enjoy it? Hope you did… I fucking… loved it!’ ‘I… I was here, but… I didn’t take part, Miss… I… couldn’t do that to you. Not my style. Sex has always been more than just biology to me…’ She looked very hurt at that, then defiant, then confused. She rubbed her head then felt down her body, still sticky with cum, suddenly aware of her nakedness. ‘Your dress is here. Quick, put it on while there’s no-one about.’ Clumsily, shakily she knelt up and I slipped the dress over her head then placed my jacket around her shoulders. With my help, she stood awkwardly, walked as though in discomfort and I took her arm to steady her. She was still very drunk. ‘Fuck!’ She touched her arse tentatively. ‘That last bastard had a… er… was a big guy…’ and she winced, then smiled apologetically. ‘It’s running down my legs,’ and she bit her lip then giggled. I shook my head and smiled. ‘Let me get you to a cab, Miss.’ 'I told you before, Alex, it's Anna. Fucking Anna. Please, call me Anna...' |
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Mixed feelings.........