======== Path: news.primenet.com!nntp.news.primenet.com!news.sprintlink.net!mhv.net!netaxs.com!panix!cmcl2!newsjunkie.ans.net!newsfeeds.ans.net!news-w.ans.net!newsfeeds.ans.net!chi-news.cic.net!news.math.psu.edu!psuvax1!news.cc.swarthmore.edu!netnews.upenn.edu!msunews!uwm.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!newsfeed.internetmci.com!news.texas.net!newsfeed.concentric.net!news From: drwatson@cris.com (Dr Watson) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Jan the Slut, Chap 2 (M+/F, cons, interracial) - janslut2.txt [1/1] Date: 7 Apr 1996 04:46:42 GMT Organization: cris.com Lines: 428 Message-ID: <4k7hbi$7i2@tribune.concentric.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: cnc072039.concentric.net X-Newsreader: WinVN 0.99.7 Xref: news.primenet.com alt.sex.stories:144872 An Old Man's Darling (Part 2 of the Jan the Slut saga) by Dr Watson I didn't know if it was guilt or what. Maybe Butch and his friends had been talking about the party at the motel day before yesterday. I felt that people are staring at me. I've been used to the stares of men since puberty, but this is different. It seemed that people would stop their conversations whenever I walk by. The other female teachers leave the lounge whenever I enter. My reputation had never been that good at the school, but now it was even worse. Oh well, I was the easiest lay around back in college. What made this any different. In fact, I like the idea. I hadn't been getting much attention from my husband lately and the additional attention of other men would be welcome. ************ Fourth hour at last. I thought planning period would never come. Today I will stay in my room. I had ventured into the lounge before classes and at lunch and got the same reaction. The women left and the guys exchanged glances or whispered asides. I had a reputation before and all the comments ever meant to me was more men who would look me up. "How's it going?" said Greg Hanson as he walked into my room. "I missed you in the lounge so I thought I would look you up here." Greg was one of the few teachers I knew socially with my husband outside of school. We had been over to Greg and Willa's house on several occasions. Greg was white and his wife was Native American. Willa was just an approximation of Greg's wife's name. "I just didn't feel like going all the way down there today," I said. "Besides, I can get caught up on grading papers this way." "Is that really the reason Jan?" "What do you mean?" I asked. "Jan, there are rumors all over the school about what happened after the PTA meeting the other night." "What kind of rumors?" "Oh, about you and Butch and about a dozen of his friends. Some say they have even seen pictures." "Pictures! Oh God, I don't know about any pictures." "Does Jack know about it?" "No. Well, I don't think he does. The bedroom was dark when he came in and I was up and in the shower before he woke up yesterday." "He'll never hear it from me, but you should be more careful." "Yeah, I know." "I do have a favor to ask you though." "I was wondering how soon guys would start trying to hit on me again after the other night." "It's not quite what you think. Did you ever meet Willa's father?" "No, I never have." "He's your typical, rich Indian. Maybe a little smarter about money than most. He invests the money from his headright. The result is he makes money faster than he can spend it." "Does he ever spend any of it on you and the kids?" "Yes, he lives on his ranch back up in the hills but has a chauffeur and a limousine of all things. He comes in to town every few months. He drops by to see Willa and the kids. He then likes to go for a night on the town, but I have to arrange his dates." "I think I know which way this conversation is heading. Just because I ended-up in a motel room with several guys, doesn't make me a whore!" "But I heard you charged them $50 each." "What!? I did no such thing! It was just supposed to be Butch and me. When I had to much to drink to protest, Butch brought in a bunch of his friends. I didn't know that was going to happen." "Evidently Butch charged for your services then. Well, I thought you might like to go out with Charlie. He is very generous." "I know you think I'm a whore, but I don't do it for money. I just like to fuck." "Well, Charlie will be in town Friday night. Would you be willing to go out with him?" "Friday night? Jack is going to Boston tomorrow and will be gone until Saturday afternoon. Kathy usually spends the weekend with his parents so I should be available on Friday night. Yes, I would love to." "He likes to go to some pretty swank places. Do you have an evening gown?" "Damn! No, I don't. Jack and I never go any place for me to wear one." Don't worry. We can go shopping after class today or tomorrow and get you one. Remember I said he was very generous." ****** "You look great in that dress," Greg said. "I'd be embarrassed to wear it in public. Most of my breasts show out the sides and down the middle. I mean look. The neckline goes almost down to my navel in front and to the top of my ass in back. I think my boobs would come out of it if I tried to dance in this," I said. "It's just the sort of party dress you've always wanted isn't it?" he coaxed. "Yes," I had to admit it. It was just the kind of dress I had always wanted to wear to the ball. ****** I looked at myself in the mirror. The dress was black, elegant and wonderfully revealing. It was a gift because I had agreed to go on a date with Greg's father-in-law. I didn't see the price tag, but I knew it had to be very expensive. That shop didn't deal in anything else. I accepted a gift for a date. Did that make me a whore? I don't know but I do feel delightfully wicked in this dress. The funny thing is I could wear it around the house and Jack would never notice. He never notices clothes. I don't have to worry about him finding a strange and expensive dress in my closet either. He doesn't know the first thing about the value of clothes or what I have in there to begin with. I heard the doorbell ring. I took one last look in the mirror half afraid that it was all a dream and went to the door. I opened it expecting the short middle-aged Indian that I had met once with Greg and Willa. Instead, there was a tall negro chauffeur in full uniform. "I'm Henry, Mr. Redbird's chauffeur. Your car is here miss," he said. His manner was professional, but I could see that he was looking me up and down and liking what he saw. His appraisal was so complete, I felt naked in front of him. I quickly closed the door and went with him to the limousine. He held the car door open for me and I got in the back. I was surprised that Charlie was not in the limo already. "Where is Charlie?" I asked. "We will pick Mr. Redbird up at his hotel. He apologizes for not having come to get you personally, but had urgent business that he had to take care of before he could leave. There is a bottle of chilled Champaign in the bar. Would you care for some?" he said. "Yes, please." Henry reached in and pulled out a bottle of Champagne and expertly opened it. With the brief look I got of the label as he wrapped it in the towel, I could see it was Dom Perignon. It was clear that Charlie was a man who was used to the best. Henry poured and handed me the glass. "Will there be anything else ma'am?" "This will be fine, thank you." With that, he shut the door and walked around the front of the car to get in the driver's seat. The driver's seat was separated from the passenger section by a glass partition. The divider had curtains that could be drawn for privacy. They were open and I noticed that Henry kept watching me occasionally in the rear-view mirror. He eased the car out of the driveway and started down the road at a very relaxed pace. As I sipped the champaign, it seemed strange to be going so slowly. It is a funny thing about champaign that something so cold an bubbly can make you feel so warm in side. I soon reached the bottom of the glass. "Please, help yourself to some more ma'am," Henry said over the intercom. I had refilled my glass twice before we reached the Hotel. We pulled up in front of the main doors. The doorman rushed out to open my door. Henry, already out of the car and crossing in front of the car, stopped him telling him to notify Mr. Redbird that his car was here. I thought the doorman was going to salute before he turned back to the house-phone. I continued sipping the wine while I waited and Henry guarded the car door. About five minutes later, Charlie appeared. He moved smoothly to the car as first the doorman held the hotel door and Henry opened the car door for him. I admired his tuxedo as he slid in beside me. (I hadn't seen Jack in one since our wedding day.) Henry pulled out from the curb and headed for the club. As we drove along, we made small talk. He asked how I enjoyed teaching. I asked how things were on his ranch. We had more drinks before we got to the club. We got out of the car at the supper club. I knew Charlie was short, about 5' 2", but it had not dawned on me until we were standing outside of the car that my high-heels made me (5' 10" + 3" heels) over a head taller than him. We must have made a strange looking couple. As we walked into the club, I felt every eye was on us. I also felt that my only half concealed boobs were going to pop out of my dress at any moment. After dinner, Charlie asked me to dance. I was feeling a bit woozy and unsteady on my feet from the wine and after dinner drinks. We started in the middle of the floor, but Charlie was heading us toward a side area of the dance floor away from the tables and band. He was so short that his head nestled between my tits against the bare skin of the sides of my breasts. I felt him use his chin to move the strip of fabric covering my nipple aside and begin sucking on the tip. My nipples got hard fast, but I was embarrassed to have my breast so publicly toyed with. I had my back to the crowd but we were still turning. I had to stop him. "No, please," I begged him. ************* As we pulled away from the club, Charlie pulled me down so that I lay across his lap. He bent over and kissed me. It was the right amount of force and I felt myself responding to him. With one hand he held my head to his lips. With the other, he began seeking my breasts under my dress. He caressed them a squeezed them. My nipples have always been very sensitive. They were already hard. My eyes were closed but I felt him uncovering my tits. His hand beneath my head opened the clasp behind my neck releasing my dress. His hand on my chest pushed it down baring me to the waist. I knew that Henry had only to look in his mirror to see my bare chest in the street lights. We held that kiss for what seemed to be several minutes. When we came up for air, I could see that we had stopped. There were bright lights outside and I figured out we were in a gas station.. I noticed Charlie was looking out his window and smiling. I looked out the window and saw the attendant who was washing it staring open mouthed at my tits. My first impulse was to cover up but the wine had worked its mischief on me. I lay back and arched my back slightly to give him a better view. Finally, Charlie tapped on the glass and broke the boy out of his trance. Even so, as Henry was paying him, he still tried to get another look at what was going on in the backseat. We left the gas station and Charlie had me sit up so he could get to use his mouth on my nipples. That was how we drove to my house. With me setting naked to the waist in full view of anyone who cared to look. I don't know if they looked or not as I spent most of the time with my eyes closed from the delicious torment Charlie was inflicting on me. One time I did open them, I saw Henry watching me in his mirror with a knowing smile on his face. In a few minutes we pulled up in front of my house. I was still fumbling with my clasp when Henry opened the door so I got out of the car holding my dress to cover my breasts. Both Charlie and Henry walked with me up to my door. I struggled to get my key while holding my dress. At last I had to release the dress to open the door. I wonder what my neighbors thought seeing me half naked under the porch light between a short Indian and a tall black buck. With the door finally opened, I invited them in for a drink. I started for the kitchen but Charlie steered me toward the bedroom. My dress was already partway off so it took little effort for him to unzip the gown and it was at my feet. I stood there in front of both of them in only my garterbelt, stockings, panties and heels. Henry was already undressing as Charlie removed my panties. I was really in no condition to resist them nor did I want to. Charlie helped me to the bed. Henry was naked by this time and the light glistened off of his smooth black skin. His dick was enormous. It was over a foot long and thick. I knew I had some nearly as large before (and recently), but I still gave a shiver in anticipation as he moved between my thighs. I felt Charlie's penis brush against my cheek. He had unzipped his pants and taken it out. His hand was in my hair and he pulled my mouth toward his dick. I opened my mouth and took his small, limp member in my mouth. I began concentrating on sucking Charlie to life while Henry moved the head of his prick around the opening to my pussy making me even hotter. I nearly bit off Charlie's dick when Henry jammed his big prick into my dripping cunt. Charlie's prick hardened in my mouth. It was about half the size of Henry's when it finally got fully erect. He began moving it in and out fucking my mouth as he got excited. I looked up and saw him smiling at me. "I love seeing that black dick of his plowing some white whore. I helps get me off," he said as he began fucking my mouth. I Charlie's dick to keep him from driving down my throat. I knew that was what he wanted to do, but I had to be a good deal more relaxed. I was too tense from wondering how much further Henry was going to drive his dick into my cunt. Each time he drew back, he plunged in deeper. At last I had all of Henry's prick in my pussy. I could feel it stretching me. It was such an exquisite agony. He began banging hard into me. It became difficult to breath. Henry's cock was so hard and went so far up into me, it knocked the breath out of me with every thrust. Between my orgasms and Charlie's prick in my mouth, I was afraid that I might suffocate while these studs continued to take their pleasure from me. When I thought I was going to pass out, Henry started pounding even harder. I didn't know how much more I could take, but I didn't want it to stop. Charlie too, was getting into his full stride. Suddenly he was cumming in my mouth. The first squirt startled me and hit the back of my throat which caused me to gag. I began coughing and he finished cumming all over my face. I had his jism on my lips, in my eyes and hair. I was a mess. The sight of my cum covered face must have triggered something for Henry. I heard him grunt and I felt a moist warmth spreading in my cunt as he shot his sperm deep inside of me. Henry pulled out of me without getting soft. I collapsed rolling onto my side. "That's right babe. Just keep rolling over. I'm going to buttfuck you," Henry said. Again I shivered. Not from fear of his enormous tool, but what he couldn't know was how much I loved being screwed in the ass. Also the cold, matter of fact way he said it as though I had no choice. When I was a virgin in college, I was terrified of getting pregnant and being a good Catholic girl, wouldn't take the pill. One of my boyfriends talked me into letting him fuck me in the ass where I wouldn't get knocked-up. In weak moment, I let him do it. He was well prepared. He had something to lubricate me and made it a very pleasurable experience. Yes, I had several orgasms that first time. I discovered I liked it and I was multi-orgasmic, something I took for granted until I found out how few women were. Within a week, I wanted him to fuck me for real (but I still get a special thrill from being buggered). Within a month, I was on the pill and had been fucked by five different guys. That was when I first got a reputation as an easy lay. College became one orgasm after another. I even had guys sending their virgin friends to me to initiate. Those were the days. One of the things I regretted about the gangbang I was in earlier in the week, was I was unconscious when most of the really fun stuff happened and some of them buttfucked me. I know they were rough with me, but aside from some bruises and bites, I felt fine the next day. "Sure, go ahead and fuck her ass off. She's paid for," Charlie said. I resented the insinuation, but he was right. I had accepted a gift for the date, but it was only an excuse. I would have gone out with him anyway if I had owned a nice evening gown. And yes, he could do whatever he wanted with me paid or not. I was on my hands and knees and Henry was probing my cunt with his finger. He then used the juices to grease my asshole. I tightened up as I felt his prick press against my anus, I couldn't help it. If it was meant to be a defense, it was useless as he pressed on past the sphincter and he was in me. It was as though my butt after resisting, just opened up and surrendered itself to his prick. As in my cunt, he slowly worked his way into me. Each thrust took him deeper into me until he had completely sheathed his dick in me. I had tears on my face the feelings were so intense. I had to bury my head in my pillow. "I don't believe it. I've got my Johnson all the way in this bitch's butt. Most women, even whores, have trouble taking me in their pussies let alone their asses! You said she was just a teacher. It must be Sex Ed," Henry said. "Hot damn! I haven't seen a show this good since that donkey in TJ," said Charlie. Henry started his pistonlike motion. Slow at first. It felt like my insides were coming out. He increased the pace. I found myself biting the pillow to keep from screaming from the lovely pain. I was having what must have been an orgasm on every thrust now. When it seemed it would never stop, he came deep in my bowels and slumped over me. It was then that I realized that I was drenched in sweat and my pillow was soaked where I had been chewing on it. I think I lost consciousness for a moment for the next thing I remember was they were both dressed and leaving. I tried to get up to see them out, but it was no use. My legs wouldn't hold me. "I'll call you sometime," said Henry. I had been warned that Charlie never saw the same woman twice but I had made a hit with Henry. "Do you know my number?" I asked. "Sure, I wrote it down," he said. When I heard them leave, I reached over to turn out the light. I saw three one hundred dollar bills on the lamp table. Charlie was right, he had paid for me.