Teacher Training Ch. 04

Chloe Hunt sat in the bedroom, awaiting the next episode in the chain of indignity and humiliation that had befallen her. Quite how she'd gone from a naïve schoolteacher to a sextoy for all to enjoy in the space of four days she didn't rightly know. It had all been such a blur.

Manly baritone voices from downstairs wafted up the stairs as they took seats in readiness for the game of poker.

Stealing a lungful of air and a glance in the mirror, the petite blonde was far from sure that the little black mask around the eyes would conceal her identity, especially from those that knew her intimately, like Jack Willis, the former lover with whom she'd shared six blissful months. And if not Jack, Bill Mason and Jeff Andrews, the headmaster and games teacher at Chloe's school surely would.

Joining them was Charlie, her milkman, a man who'd hounded her for a date over several months. It had reached the stage where, quite frankly, he made her skin crawl. Only one face was totally unfamiliar: a huge black man whose mere physical presence frightened the demure schoolteacher half to death. The sextet was completed by Frank Manning, Chloe's neighbour and the only one that knew her identity – so far. As an added precaution, Chloe had bunched her hair up into a blonde bun to make her less conspicuous.

The black and white off-the-shoulder French Maid's outfit clung to her braless bosom, chafing the attentive teats beneath, a ridge of material running from nipple to nipple as the material stretched tautly. A length of frilly white lace trim ran around the top edge of the outfit leaving her shoulders exposed. A white lace collar hugged her neck whilst a little two-tone hat perched on her head. At the front, a spotless apron hung from her hips, the one-piece outfit ending somewhat abruptly thigh-high. Inevitably no panties had been provided.

Undoubtedly sexy on a figure like Chloe's, she couldn't help but admire her reflection, clocking a crooked smile borne of uncertainty and an ever-present fear. She wasn't at all sure what her role as hostess for the evening involved – serving drinks and food and attending to the men's needs had been Frank Manning's brief – all their needs?

Slowly and with the uncertainty of Bambi on ice, the sexy blonde took to the stairs, the front room coming into view to the left over the banister. The men had assembled at a round table and poker chips were being counted out into piles amid a volley of good-hearted banter as Chloe arrived at the door to present herself.

"Mmmmmmm, you really have excelled yourself this time, Frank," enthused Charlie the milkman who was facing her way.

Not aware she was Chloe, his fantasy girl from next door, Charlie introduced himself, inducing in Chloe a nervous smile. Not expected to speak, that suited her fine. It would merely help give the game away if they heard her voice. Discovery tonight would almost certainly mean being fired from the job she'd strived so hard to succeed at and the real probability of police intervention. Abusing a position of authority with a pupil was frowned upon in law as many teachers before her had found out. If only she'd gone when the chance arose she wouldn't be in this mess now.

As she stood in the doorway, Chloe fiddled nervously with the mask, praying it would conceal her identity. A glance over at Jack elicited a lustful grin and a whistle of appreciation from her former lover. "Indeed he has excelled himself," he concurred with seemingly no hint of recognition in his eyes. "Hi, I'm Jack."

Chloe issued a thin smile. She was struggling go through with this. She just wanted to turn and run.

The two teachers with whom she worked, and to whom it was the most essential she remained anonymous, had their backs to the door as she entered. However, their eyes bulged immediately as they craned around to see. "Oh my," they gasped in unison before introducing themselves, eyes lingering and mentally undressing her.

Chloe nodded back, forcing a smile, before her attention passed to the only complete stranger in the group. "Hi, I'm Big Col," confirmed the larger-than-life Afro-Caribbean who, complete with a wiry goatee, resembled the 70's detective Shaft.

Again Chloe pursed her lips in greeting.

"And you are?" enquired Big Col, causing Chloe's heart to flutter.

"Sarah," confirmed Frank Manning on his hostess' behalf.

Tonight she was Sarah, Sarah the sexy French Maid.

"Well don't just stand around there like a spare part, get us beers, chop, chop," Manning commanded. "In the fridge in the garage, and bring something to eat."

"I know what I'd like to eat right now," mused Charlie, causing Chloe's cheeks to redden.

The other men grinned, a similar thought evidently in their minds too.

Chloe issued a polite little curtsey before engineering a hasty exit. It was not hasty enough, however, to prevent Bill Mason from goosing her arse. Chloe squeaked and the other men shook their heads in mock dismay, berating the leering headmaster.

Glad to be free of the claustrophobic living room, Chloe located the beer fridge and took a moment to compose. Removing a handful of cans, she filled six pint glasses and placed them on a tray with six bowls of Doritos and an assortment of dips from a nearby cupboard. "Come on Chloe, you can get through this," she told herself.

Bill Mason wasted no time in picking up where he left off. As Chloe leaned to place the glass on the coaster, he gathered a bunch of arse cheek in hand. On the other side, Jeff Andrews did likewise, the two lecherous lecturers getting a good feel of the goods. Unashamedly the headmaster uttered: "Mmmmmmmm, what a peachy little bum you have my dear."

As if to emphasise the point he gave it a little slap. "Ouch," Chloe complained, in the process causing the tray in her hands to rock.

The well-brimmed glasses shook and some beer splashed on the table cloth. Immediately Frank Manning banged his fist. "You clumsy little girl."

Chloe whimpered as the games master reached up to grip the nape of her neck, forcing her face down on to the table cloth. "Now lick up your mess," he ordered.

Chloe did as she was told, extending her tongue to soak up the liquid deposit, tasting the beer on the tip. As she did so, the headmaster lifted her skirt and, after allowing a moment to admire its aesthetic curvature, he issued three slaps, harder this time than the playful one of earlier. Chloe sucked in air as tears welled up in her eyes. Struggling to compose herself, she breathed as deep and evenly as possible before rising with all the dignity she could muster. "That's what happens to naughty little girls who spill drink," chided Mason, a glint in his eye.

Chloe offered a pouted look of contrition before moving on around the table.

Big Col thanked her as she leaned across him, a nipple brushing his cheek, yet he managed to keep his hands to himself. Shifting in his seat, Chloe couldn't fail to notice the mammoth bulge in his trousers than rested upon his thigh. It had to be as thick as her wrist. The big man noticed the pensive glance, a look of smug self-satisfaction filling his face. Chloe swallowed hard before dispensing Jack and Charlie's drinks without further mishap. Charlie ensured to stroke her inner thigh furtively before she completed the circle by putting down Frank Manning's pint.

All six men supped gratefully, wiping backhands across frothed lips before checking their pocket cards as Chloe placed a bowl at each man's side, dodging rogue hands that wanted to feel her, and touch her, and grope her. Thankfully the ensuing game helped to take their minds off carnal thoughts, though surely it was nothing more than a temporary reprieve. The dips were placed carefully in the centre and Chloe moved away from the table, hands crossed at her apron awaiting further instruction.

Half an hour passed as the men huffed and bluffed and chomped and slurped, refills called for. When Chloe returned with the tray she discovered that Jack had won the first game and was collecting tenners off the other five.

"How about we make this next game more interesting," suggested Frank.

Glances her way caused Chloe to blush.

"Winner of the next game gets the lovely Sarah to sit on his lap for the duration of the game after that."

"I'd rather she sat on my face," chortled Charlie.

"All in good time," replied the host somewhat ominously.

The play was loose, the men clearly anxious to 'get on'.

Ironically Charlie took the game and, after a stern look of warning from Frank, grudgingly Chloe made her way around the table. Charlie's arms opened to receive as Chloe plumped herself in his lap. She could feel his warm, excited breath on her neck, making the downy hairs stand to attention. She could also feel the beginning of an erection press into her bum from underneath. Charlie, it seemed, was quite excited by this turn of events.

His hands either side of her body reached for his cards. "Bring me some luck, darling," he whispered in her ear, shifting so that the crack of her arse rubbed his cock tip. "Mmm, that's it baby," he slavered.

Chloe shifted uncomfortably, particularly knowing the game could last an hour or more. Charlie ran his lips over her neck and did his best to unease the miserable girl. She was glad when more beers were called for, careful to take her time.

Returning, she was cheered to learn that Charlie's possession was soon to be over. The winner of this game, it was announced, could claim kisses off the hostess for the duration of the next. From Charlie's lap she noted Jack and Jeff go head to head for her favours. Mmm, the thought of kissing Jack again gave her heart. She wriggled impatiently, merely exacerbating the friction on Charlie's cock. "Oh God, I think I'm gonna cum," he mouthed, slobbering close to her neck.

To Chloe's disappointment Jeff Andrews won the hand, Charlie letting go grudgingly. Chloe trotted around and stood by the games master's side. He stood, head and shoulders above the colleague he'd fantasised about over the months they'd worked together, but who tonight was disguised by the eye mask. Could he tell? Chloe agonised as she pushed up on tiptoes, melting into the chest of the rugged athlete. His hands came to meet her arse, providing the added elevation enabling their lips to meet.

He was a better kisser than Chloe ever imagined, gentle yet firm, with a long roving tongue that worked its way past her lips and found the depths of her mouth. Oh God, though she hated to admit it, this was making her so damned wet. And they were all being so nice to her in the main. "Okay then Jeff, let the poor girl go," called over Jack. "Look at your cards."

As Jeff pulled away he gave her a smouldering smile. Jack, on the other hand, merely sneered like a kid denied a sweetie. Could it be that he realised? Or was it perhaps that Chloe was succeeding in driving a wedge through this close-knit group of buddies? Jack especially seemed frustrated and the tension in the room was discernible. When time allowed, Jeff would push his tongue in her mouth and Chloe found herself responding.

She looked across at Frank for further direction. "More beer," the order rang out and Chloe headed off to the garage, this time hurrying back as quickly as her little legs would allow.

The fellas were deep in hushed conversation and Chloe couldn't help thinking she was the subject.

"Oh damn," complained Frank Manning, dropping a chip on the floor. "Sarah, pick that up for me."

Chloe shot back a confused look.

"Damn you, girl, when I tell you to do something..."

Taking a firm grip of her arm he pushed the frightened girl to her knees. Suddenly the mood in the room had changed, buoyed by sexual frustration and a testosterone overload. Chloe scrambled beneath the table on hands and knees, searching for the errant chip. As she did so, a foot wriggled free of a shoe behind her and she jumped as Frank Manning extended his leg to place a foot between her legs, kicking up the skirt. In the confusion her crown hit the underside of the table with a crash, dislodging the little hat. Half-concussed she crawled around disorientated, not sure where she was.

The big toe snaked its way through a hole in Frank's sock and nestled at the entrance of her pussy before wiggling its way inside. Surrounded by a wall of legs, there was no escape. She glanced ahead and into the lap of Big Col who was wrestling with his zip. Her head fuzzy from the knock, she turned to see the other four men on either side nursing hard-ons. The only consolation was that, under the table, at least no one could see her predicament.

Or could they?

Unseen to Chloe, Manning held a finger to his lips as his big toe continued to work her cunt slit. The others raised their glasses from the surface and grinned as the table cloth was lifted away to reveal the glass surface beneath. Quickly the game was forgotten as a far more thrilling one arose. From above they enjoyed the perfect view of the hapless girl beneath on her knees. With her head bowed and in a state of shock, Chloe had no idea she was on display like a fish in a bowl.

The prodding motion from Manning's foot pushed her ever closer to Big Col. She glanced up to see a python-like black cock being held tight. As he drew back the thick foreskin, a head the size of a cricket ball was unveiled. Those around the table saw it too, and though they were all manly men they couldn't help but marvel at its size and rubbery texture.

The big man wasted no time in slapping the semi-hard member around Chloe's face, rubbing his precum into her cheeks. At the same time, Charlie and Jeff decided it was time to take a piece of the action, reaching under to clamp a nipple each, pinching, squeezing and twisting through the dress. Chloe went to groan but the sound was muffled as the thick cock was forced into the waiting lips. The bulbous head stretched her mouth and threatened to snap her jaw and Chloe couldn't help but gag. Big Col looked on, seemingly unable to get the shaft any further inside the pretty schoolteacher's tight mouth.

Manning stopped toeing her pussy, his big toe stained with cunt juice. Twisting the foot sideways he booted her arse like a karate expert, sending her waif-like body forward and in the process impaling three inches of thick shaft in her mouth. Breathing rapidly through the nose, Chloe fought not to choke to death, spluttering and gagging as the implausibly large organ split her lips. Three more times Manning booted her arse like he was trying to hammer in a stake.

Either side, hands were now down the front of the dress, groping each breast, squeezing like they were sizing up pieces of fruit for ripeness. And, unbeknown to the hapless Chloe, all six men were watching every moment of her humiliation.

Having tickled her tonsils, Big Col pulled out of her mouth, smearing the spittle from his hard tool over her cheeks. Chloe breathed in fits and starts, her heart racing, her head still in a state of disorientation. Brief respite, she was rotated like a Lazy Susan on a restaurant table to face Charlie. His cock was out in a flash. Half the size of Col's in all dimensions, it was able to fit snugly in the warm mouth. "Suck me, bitch," he commanded.

Chloe issued mute protestations, until Bill Mason reached below and administered a volley of spanks to her bare arse and goading words. Chloe's body jerked and in the process she inadvertently deepthroated the milkman. Sucking as best she could, she was unable to bring him to orgasm before being rotated once more.

The familiar cock of Jack Willis was next to fill the wet recess. Mmm, how she'd loved that cock during their time together. It was a perfect seven inches of gorgeous meat. How she wished none of this had happened to cause their parting. This time she sucked with relish for old time's sake, receiving the accolade: "Oh yes you filthy little cock craving whore, you."

Hmph, maybe she WAS better off without him. He was just like the rest after all.

By the time she got to Frank Manning's cock, it had been well masturbated, the head generously lotioned with precum. As she sucked and licked, her own saliva, flecked with precum, drooled from the sides of her mouth. Manning passed her on before his excitement got the better of him.

Her mouth was stretched and sore by the time she arrived at headmaster Bill Mason. Bill was rougher than the others, wanting to fuck her face like it was a tight little pussy, telling her that naughty little girls didn't have a choice, that they were there to be used. Too exhausted to offer any resistance, she let him get on with, her ears used for support as he banged hard in and out of her pretty mouth. As a result, he came quickly, spraying a wad of spunk in her throat. Chloe was allowed ten seconds to swallow and compose before she was booted towards Jeff Andrews.

When five minutes sucking elapsed and she saw every man wanking furiously, Chloe had a fair idea of what was coming next, powerless to do anything about it. The hunch was confirmed when Manning ordered her onto her back. The games teacher and milkman delivering in unison, ropes of cum aimed at her face, slashing at it. Traces found a way onto her tongue but in the main it remained on her face in a puddle blister, dewdrops hanging from her nose and chin. Glancing up, Chloe opened her mouth to receive the load Jack despatched with a satisfied grunt. This time she swallowed hungrily, savouring the seed of her ex-lover before Manning unloaded a massive wad of spunk, covering her face and matting her hair. By the end her face was covered in a gooey mess.

Wiping with her fingers, she sucked the sticky digits clean, tasting all the different flavours. As she lay on her back, staring up, her chest heaved. Jack tossed her a napkin and she cleaned up, finding her bearings and aghast to note that the table cloth had been removed. They'd been watching her throughout the ordeal, after all, no doubt revelling in the abject humiliation.

It was then also that she realised one man had still to cum, startling as Big Col reached to pull her by the leg like a caveman his woman. As she clambered up, he slid a huge hand around her inner thigh. For such a big man his touch was surprisingly tender, stroking and caressing that sensitive area just beneath her pussy. Her breathing raced and she was forced to bite her bottom lip as wetness gathered in her cunt. It was a mix of relief and disappointment to see that the monster cock had been put away.

Inevitably the big man's sure fingers found their way higher, one of the tips inspecting the full length of the moistened crack. Chloe groaned throatily as the slippery labia were teased apart and the roving digit entered the warm recess. In actual fact this finger wasn't much thinner than some cocks, the tip itself reminiscent of a cock head. The walls of Chloe's pussy stretched to accommodate the entry before clamping snugly around the intruding digit. She let out a lustful moan as the other five men looked on with mouths agape, regretful that they were spent.

Big Col held the finger in place, venturing no further, almost touching her clit but not quite. Indeed the tip was so close that when the tiny female love organ vibrated it grazed his nail. Chloe knew she shouldn't, that she should resist, but there was no turning back and she found herself unable to prevent herself from pressing down and frigging herself. Her clit was aflame with liquid desire and rarely had she wanted anything so badly. As her mouth formed an 'O', she held Col's shoulder for support and began to rotate her hips, working the swollen clit over and over the thick fingertip, up and down, in and out, her juices starting to flow in generous portions.

She glanced down into the big man's lap, seeing his cock tent inside the trousers. Suppressing a moan as she continued to pleasure herself on his finger, the lusty schoolteacher tentatively placed a tiny hand over the bulge, tracing its thick length with a red nail. Big Col growled huskily beneath his breath. "Seems this hot little slut wants some nice black cock," he observed with a chuckle.