Amanda's Continuing Education
Copyright© 2008 by Vulgus
Chapter 5
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5 - A young female high school counselor is seduced by one of the young students she is mentoring. His accomplice records the affair with a video camera and the young woman is forced into sexual servitude.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/ft Mult Consensual NonConsensual Coercion Blackmail Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Wimp Husband Cuckold Wife Watching BDSM MaleDom Rough Humiliation Interracial Black Male White Female Oral Sex Anal Sex Exhibitionism
Nathan stood up and moved behind me and said, "Do you remember when I said that you would have to be punished for saying no to me?"
I nodded. The fear was like a large burning hot coal in the pit of my stomach. I knew that something terrible was about to happen.
Nathan ordered me to raise my arms. When I had complied he grasped the shoulder straps of my slip and pulled it up and off of me in one quick motion. Now I was totally naked but for my high heels.
He had the attention of every man in the place now and he said, "Gentlemen, my bitch doesn't have enough money to pay for lunch. I'm pretty embarrassed but I'm afraid that I am going to have to ask for your help. I'm going to send her around to your tables and she is going to offer her services to anyone that is interested. A blowjob is five dollars or you can fuck her for ten."
I was so scared I was hyperventilating. I suspected all along that he was setting up something horrible for me when he brought me here. But I had expected that I was going to be forced to do something with that old man who owned the place. Not the entire crowd!!
Nathan bent down and spoke into my ear. "I want you to get up and go around to each table and ask each man here if they would like to help you pay for lunch. Now go on, and I know most of these men. They are friends of mine. So you had best not embarrass me bitch."
I had tears running down my cheeks again as I took a couple of shaky steps to the nearest table and asked the closest man if he would help me pay for my lunch. He reached out and slid his hand between my legs and after rubbing my slit for a moment he shoved a finger inside.
He smiled up at me and said, "Damn! That's a nice tight pussy! Yeah, I'll have some of that."
He stood up and dug a ten dollar bill out of his wallet and handed it to me. Then he pushed me down over the edge of his table and I heard him taking his pants down behind me.
He kicked my legs a little farther apart and I felt his cock enter me in one violent stroke. I realized that my pussy was soaking wet and I may have appreciated the lubrication but I hated my pussy for betraying me this way.
I tried to put my head down and ignore the degrading comments from the men seated at the table around me but the man fucking me grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head up and ordered me to keep my eyes open. I guess it didn't really matter. I was crying so hard that I couldn't see anyone anyway.
My most recent rapist was fucking me hard and fast and I didn't think he would last long. I heard someone in the crowd say, "Lift her up a little man, we want to watch her little titties bounce when you fuck her."
In response I felt a hard tug on my hair and I came up off of the table enough so that my breasts hung down unsupported. They immediately began to sway in time to the violent fucking I was receiving and it was very uncomfortable.
I managed to bring my arms up and rest them on the table to support my weight and take the pressure off of my hair. Once the pain of having my hair pulled began to fade I was left with only the pain of the brutal fucking I was receiving. I found that I was grateful that it was so unpleasant. I didn't want to enjoy being raped like this in front of dozens of strange men.
I had been right about one thing, he didn't last long. He came inside of me and when he pulled out Cobb was standing nearby and tossed him a towel to wipe his cock clean with. After he had wiped his cock clean he started to hand me the towel but Nathan said, "That's okay Mr. Green. She is a self cleaning slut."
Everyone watched then as I reached down and scooped up the fresh cum that was oozing out of me and licked it off of my fingers. Their reactions seemed to range from excitement to disgust. Most of them just seemed to think it was funny.
I turned to the other two men who were sitting at the table and one of them smiled and handed me a five dollar bill before I could even offer him my services. While I was getting to my knees he was opening his pants and pulling his cock out.
His cock was pretty messy. He had been one of the men who had a good view of my pussy since we arrived. And he had been sitting only inches from me while his friend fucked me violently. I guess he must have had a hard on for quite a while now. The lubrication covered his cock.
I bent down to take his cock into my mouth and I was grateful for two things. His cock was messy, but he was clean, and his cock was only a little larger than my husband's. I was relieved that not everyone here had a cock like Nathan's.
I took his cock all the way into my mouth and only the head and a little bit more of it entered my throat. The man grabbed my head and groaned in pleasure as I began to move my mouth up and down on his cock.
The man started swearing and thrusting his hips and suddenly he held my head tight to his stomach and came right down my throat. I doubt if he lasted much longer than five minutes.
I waited for him to release me and then I sat back on my heels for a moment and caught my breath before getting to my feet. I was learning just how much work sex could be.
When I was standing I turned to the third man at the table and he stood up and handed me another ten dollar bill. I went around and stood beside him and he asked his friends to hold on to their drinks. Once they had picked up their beer bottles he put his own on the ground. He picked me up easily and laid me down on my back on the table. Those cold pools of water from the beer bottles were very uncomfortable for a moment or two.
He arranged me with my ass right at the edge of the table and then he opened his pants and pulled out another normal sized cock and began to slide the head of it over my slit. He stood there staring down at me and he said, "You sure are a pretty little thing. How old are you bitch?"
I whispered, "Twenty-five."
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