Shower - Britslut's Slutty Stories

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Shower

This one’s for Julie ...

It was a normal Saturday night at the club. I was on all fours on a couch, dressed only in black suspender belt and black lace-top stockings and 5-inch heels. Under me lay Louise, her head on a cushion so that she could lick my clit easily and sip the juice which dripped continually from my gaping pussy, especially when I climaxed. Rob crouched above me, his iron-hard cock sliding in and out of my arse as it had done for the last hour and seemed likely to carry on doing all night. In front of me was a queue of 4 or 5 men, all naked, all sporting nice erections which they stroked gently to maintain full hardness. One by one I would receive them into my mouth, fellate them expertly but quickly, and encourage them to cover my face with their emissions. After each coating my friend Gina would bend forward and lick the globules of cum from my skin - especially my eyes - and we would snowball the sticky fluid in a big wet snog.

As I said, an ordinary Saturday night. The next man stepped forward, and I heard a chuckle.

‘Hello, Miss Shepard.’

I looked up from his stunningly hard cock. In my weekday life I’m a teacher and therefore I have a good memory for names and faces. Even so it took me a minute to place him.

‘Hi John,’ I said. ‘How are you doing?’ I remembered that he had left the school about three years ago and gone to university in Sheffield - which is where the club was. It’s over an hour’s drive from where we live - I’m very careful about keeping my life as a slut separate from my teaching, for obvious reasons. Now I had been discovered ... but I didn’t think it would have any repercussions. There was no reason why it should get back to my home town.

‘Oh, great, thanks. Didn’t expect to see you here. Although ... you were always a bit sexy for a history teacher.’

‘Thanks, John, I did my best,’ I said between slurps of his cock. I did push the envelope when it came to short skirts and lots of cleavage at school - though not as much as the girls, of course.

‘In fact we all fancied you like mad. Specially when your stocking tops were on show.’

‘Are we going to chat all night or are you going to cum in my face?’ I said in my best teacher voice, and gave his cock a hard suck.

‘Oh god, Miss, I used to dream about this,’ he said with a grunt, and exploded a huge amount of semen over my face and hair. Gina, who is even more of a cum-slut that I am, carefully licked it all off and fed it into my mouth.

The next man stepped forward, and by the time I had received a few more pints of cum in my face and my arse, I had forgotten about John almost completely.

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I try very hard to suppress my sluttish side at school, but it’s difficult. Some of the kids, once they get to about 14 or 15, are just sex on legs, and they know it. Girls and boys alike, I’m not fussy. The sight of a leggy young thing flaunting her body can get my panties wet in an instant. Of course, I’ve never so much as laid a finger on any of them.

One day, close to the end of term, I was supervising a Year 10 games lesson. This involves making sure they all have a shower afterwards and don’t mess around in the changing rooms. Obviously a female teacher checks the girls’ side, a male teacher the boys’. Most of the girls had dressed and gone home but there was a hard core of about 6 who were taking a long time over their ablutions. Shrieks and giggles came from the showers. I wanted to get off home so I put my head round the wall and told them to hurry up.

Six naked girls, of shades from pink to brown, were cavorting in the steam. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from their wet bodies, all slim and coltish, pert breasts bouncing, scanty pubic hair slick, tight buttocks beckoning at me.

‘Don’t you want to join us, Miss Shepard?’ said one cheeky thing. ‘It’s cool!’

‘Come on, time to dry off.’

Nicole, a tall leggy black girl with lips that looked designed for giving blow-jobs, stepped forward and pressed herself against me. I felt the wetness soaking through my blouse.

‘Don’t be a prude, Miss,’ she purred. ‘I’ve seen the way you look at us. Why don’t you get undressed?’

Before I knew it was surrounded by the girls, their hands were all over me, undoing my buttons, slipping my clothes off. I tried to resist but my pussy was tingling and dripping and I just didn’t have the willpower. Nicole kissed me wetly. ‘You’re so sexy, Miss,’ she whispered. ‘I bet you can cum loads of times a night.’

By now I was naked apart from my stockings and heels. Slim wet hands explored every inch of my body, especially my nipples and crotch. I felt fingers penetrating my pussy and arse.

‘Ooh, she’s so juicy,’ they murmured. The girls pressed down on my shoulders and weak-legged I sank to my knees. I felt something big and solid slide into my hot puss. Fingers teased my clit and within a minute or two I had had a throbbing climax, clamping down hard on the thing inside me - what was it?

I opened my eyes and saw a group of boys standing in front of me. Feebly I tried to rise but the girls held me firmly. The boys all had their flies undone and their cocks out, all stiff and aimed at me. The girls held my head steady while, in ones and twos, the boys wanked into my face. Being young and fresh they each produced a large amount of spunk, pressurised jets of it sprayed onto my skin, soaking my hair and face and neck and breasts. I felt it running down my cleavage and onto my stomach. I climaxed repeatedly, driven by the unique sluttishness of the situation and the girls’ tireless fingers on my clit.

Finally the boys had all emptied their balls onto me twice over. My head was covered in a thick sticky coating. I could feel it slowly dripping off my chin and nipples. The girls released me and I swayed. A solitary boy stood in front of me, holding his mobile phone out.

‘Great pics, Miss Shepard! I’ll send them to my brother.’

I recognised him then. The younger brother of John, the guy I had met at the club. Oh god.

Of course, I had to give in my notice the next day. But I make a lot more money now than I did as a teacher. Well, I still teach, after a fashion - I train young women to be sluts like me. I’m very much in demand.

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