Chapter 7

I didn’t tell him anything. I gave him his blowjob, I felt him fuck me, but I didn’t admit a thing to the little bastard. He thinks he knows me but he is wrong, I am not a whore to him or any of the others. I did this today to avoid public humiliation and protect my husband and family. When he told me I could clean up I went to the stall and puked. His words made me sick not the spunk I had swallowed. I am nobody’s whore and kept repeating it in my head, I am nobody’s fucking whore.

I wasn’t as lucky today; my husband was in the front hall when I got home. He hugged me and I cringed for a second forgetting who he was. He asked if I was okay and what happened to my hair, it was a mess and felt sticky. I almost died knowing what he was feeling. I lied and said some BS about a science experiment going wrong and he bought it. I went right to the shower to clean the residue of my students off and out of my body. I used the shower head to cause pain inside my pussy trying to erase any remaining evidence of that fucking punt asshole and his squirmy pet.

After I douched myself clean, I threw on a long nightshirt, I was not leaving my living room tonight and ordered take-out for dinner. My husband sat next to me and unlike him was getting frisky so early in the night. He loved my tits and was caressing them. I couldn’t tell him no; I never have before and as much as I wanted him to stop, I let him have his fun. He asked if we could go upstairs now for some excitement and took me by my hand. Again, I can’t refuse my husband his needs.

He loved watching me undress, said my body excites him and tonight asked me to do something different for him, he wanted to watch me masturbate. He said watching me finger myself to orgasm would get him off so I agreed and let him lay next to me close enough to my pussy to feel and splatter from my fingers but he could only listen to me enjoy myself, I wanted the lights off. My reasons were obvious, he would see the bruises and bite marks and I had no explanation to give him. Honestly, this was something I enjoyed doing and doing it for him made it special.

I closed my eyes trying to visualize him fucking me, him eating my pussy or even something he has never done, cum on me anywhere, even my face. What I seen were images of my students forcing their teen cocks in my mouth, raping my pussy and my ass. I see them laughing at me and calling me their property. I felt the sting of my tits being slapped and now, objects inserted inside of me. I see all of them and while my husband enjoyed the countless orgasms I had and enjoyed feasting on my pussy when I begged him to, he couldn’t ever know the truth. I cum for them and not him. My excitement was them taking me against my will and forcing me to do things I never should do. My orgasms were for that one, the leader of the bunch, the one that I wanted to fuck me. The one that made me crave the taste of his young cum. Maybe they were right about me, maybe I am nothing but a fucking cumrag, maybe I have become or always was a woman that enjoys being molested by students.