Ms N
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Chapter 3
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Biology class goes wrong and teacher gets humiliated
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Blackmail Lesbian BDSM FemaleDom Humiliation Sadistic
Miss N’s whole body bucked and she almost screamed out
“Oh...,..., ... meeeee! ... oh...!”
She came massively, her bladder gave out pissing herself and cumming all over herself. As she did so Miss J. slapped her hand into the young woman’s open pussy spreading cum and piss all over her body with everyone joining in.
Miss N bucked and moaned and came and came again, no one let her go, grasping her tits and nipples, hands and fingers sliding over and in her pussy and anus. Nothing she had ever felt came close to this. Tears ran down her face, she was completely lost to these young girls and her deputy.
Eventually she stopped. Everyone, for a moment, just held her. She was panting, her chest rising and falling heavily.
Finally she got her breath and gasped...”oh ... I’m so sorry”
“Not at all my dear!” Exclaimed Miss J.
She got the girls to help Miss N. up and they all helped her dry herself and get dressed again.
“I want you all to thank Miss N. for a wonderful lesson and for you all to show her how much we enjoyed her”
Amazed and still dazed and shaking, Miss N was thanked by each girl as they left class some even giving her a hug or a cuddle. Miss N didn’t know what to do, she just thanked each girl back.
After a few moments Miss J. turned to her.
“Thank you Miss N, that was most pleasurable. We’ll see you on Monday for our new school week as a full member of staff. Consider you probation over, the head mistress has authorised me to give you full access to all school rights and privileges accorded to your new status. I want you to go home for the weekend and relax. If you have any issues concerning you new contract, please think about it over the weekend.
She kissed Miss N on the cheeked and brushed her arms in friendly manner.
“I think you enjoyed that didn’t you?” And left the room.
She drove home, still dazed by the afternoons events, her head a mess of conflicting thoughts. How could this happen, should she complain or call the police or report her treatment? Why had she joined in so willingly, why had she not fought back?after all, wasn’t she set up? The so called homework?