Ms. Myers Pt. 03

Chris grinned wickedly.

"Remember," he said, his breath hot against her ear. "Whatever I say tonight, right?" Chris grunted, thrusting his fingers deep inside of Jane.

She arched her back and let out a sharp cry before biting her lip to keep from screaming out in pleasure.

"Yes," she whimpered, nodding quickly.

"Good," he murmured, continuing to fuck her with his fingers.

In spite of her revulsion, Jane could feel herself getting close, her orgasm building deep inside of her.  She was disgusted with herself for letting this happen but kept reminding herself this would be the last time.  After tonight, he would be gone from her life.  She desperately hoped it was true.

Just as she thought she was close to climaxing, Chris withdrew his fingers and stood back, looking her over with a hungriness that made her stomach flip.

"Take off your clothes," he commanded, his voice firm.

Jane hesitated for a moment, swallowing hard. She couldn't help the feeling of shame that washed over her as she began to obediently undress.

She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, her trembling fingers making it difficult. She shrugged it off and let it drop to the floor before undoing her bra and letting it join the blouse.

Chris watched her, his gaze hot on her breasts.

Jane couldn't help but feel bashful at her own nakedness, but she pushed it aside as she kicked off her heels and shimmied out of her skirt, leaving her in nothing but her lacy black panties.

Chris's gaze raked over her body, taking in every inch of her bare flesh.

"Fuck, Ms. Myers," he breathed. "So fucking sexy."

Jane shivered under his gaze, feeling both exposed and yet desirable at the same time. She could feel the dampness between her legs growing as she stood before him, completely vulnerable.

"Turn around," Chris ordered.

Jane hesitated before slowly turning around to face the bed, giving him a view of her round, firm ass. She could feel his eyes on her, taking in every inch of her with a hunger that both excited and scared her.

"Bend over," Chris commanded, his voice deep and rough.

Jane's heart raced as she obeyed, bending over at the waist and placing her palms on the mattress. She could feel the cool air in the motel room hitting her bare flesh, making her nipples harden and her pussy throb. She heard Chris shuffling behind her, felt him step closer until he was standing right behind her.

His rough hands pulled her panties to the floor and helped them from her feet.  She was now completely naked, feeling more vulnerable than she had ever felt.

"Spread your legs," he said, as he gave one of her ankles a rough kick to widen her stance.

Jane did as she was told, spreading her legs apart until she felt the gentle breeze from the air conditioner against her wet, exposed pussy. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for Chris to make the next move.

"Mmmmmm," Chris murmured, his voice soft and low.

Suddenly she felt his face press into her ass, his tongue snaking out and licking her wet folds. She couldn't help but let out a loud moan, her head falling forward as pleasure washed over her.

Chris's tongue worked its way up to her clit, circling it before sucking it between his lips. Jane whimpered, her hands fisting in the bedspread as her orgasm built.

Chris continued to tease and pleasure her with his mouth, his fingers joining in on the action, thrusting inside her.  Jane knew it wouldn't be long before her orgasm would crash over her.

"Oh fuck," she whimpered, her legs shaking.

Chris relentlessly continued his assault on her sensitive clit, sucking and biting gently, driving her wild with pleasure. His fingers moved in and out of her, matching the rhythm of his tongue against her clit. 

Chris finally stood up behind her and Jane once again was left hanging. She let out a loud groan of frustration, just wanting him to finish her. Suddenly his large hand came down hard on her ass, the smack of his palm against her flesh ringing through the small motel room. She let out a sharp cry of surprise, and a second later, his hand came down again on her other cheek, leaving a painful stinging sensation tingling through her body. She could feel the heat spreading across her ass, a mixture of pain and pleasure warming her core.

"I have a surprise for you," Chris said, as he continued to tease her slit with his pointer finger.

He closed his fingers around her swollen clit, gently squeezing it. Jane couldn't help but moan softly, her body trembling.

"You like that, don't you?" Chris said, licking his lips before biting her inner thigh, just close enough to her pussy to make her squirm. Jane nodded, too overwhelmed to speak.

Chris pulled his finger from her and walked to the side of the bed. Jane remained bent over but turned her head to the side and saw the massive bulge in his jeans.  Chris unbuttoned them and slid them and his underwear to the ground.

Jane couldn't suppress a soft gasp as his cock stood pointing directly at her.

"Don't move," Chris said, before climbing onto the bed directly in front of her. 

Jane turned her head forward to face him and now as he knelt before her on the bed, his cock was just an inch in front of her face.  She could smell the musky scent of precum and sweat permeating from it.  The sight and smell of it made her ache with desire and without realizing it she licked her lips.

Chris edged forward until the large purple head pressed against her lips. He traced her lips with his cock, leaving a trail of moisture behind. Jane felt degraded but realized her humiliation only made her more aroused. She parted her lips willingly, and he slid the  tip of his cock across her tongue, letting out a low growl as he did so. Jane sucked on the tip, her own juices dripping down her thighs and onto the motel room bedspread.

"Fuck, yes," Chris groaned, pushing further into her mouth.

Jane felt his hands grab her wrists and he yanked her toward him, as he thrust his hips forward. The momentum forced Chris' cock deep into her mouth and she almost gagged as it touched the back of her throat. She tried to pull away, but Chris had a firm grip on her wrists, ensuring his cock couldn't escape her mouth.

Suddenly she felt something press against her ass and her body jumped, startled by the unexpected touch.  She tried to turn her head to see what was behind her but with Chris' cock buried deep in her mouth and him holding her arms in place her efforts were futile.

"I told you I had a surprise," Chris said deviously.

Jane felt hands squeezing her ass cheeks apart and she let out a loud muffled gasp. She tried to wriggle free but Chris was too strong and now a new set of hands held her ass firmly in place.  She felt something press against her pussy and she froze, trying to make sense of the situation.

Without warning she felt it push into her and she cried out on Chris's cock as she felt her pussy stretched wide.

"Sshh, Ms. Myers," Chris said, as he continued to fuck her mouth. "You said whatever I wanted, remember?"

Jane couldn't help but whimper as the intruder continued to impale her, thrusting in and out of her with a brutal force. It was too much, too sudden. Jane's mind reeled as she was filled in both ends, the intruder stretching and pounding her pussy while Chris's cock still gagged her. She was helpless, completely at their mercy, and she struggled to even think straight.

The cock that was pounding into her pussy was larger than anything she had ever experienced. It was thick and long, almost painfully so.  Jane couldn't help but moan over Chris' cock as her body was ravaged, used for their disgusting pleasure. Chris responded to her moans by thrusting deeper into her mouth, and she feared she may indeed begin to gag.

"You like that, don't you, Ms. Myers?" Chris taunted, his cock still buried deep in her throat.

Jane's cries were muffled but getting louder with every thrust of the man fucking her from behind.  Her eyes watered and she felt her mind reeling from the intense sensations coursing through her body. She had never felt so utterly dominated, so completely at someone else's mercy.

Never in a thousand years would she have imagined that she would be reduced to this, a mere plaything for two young men to use and discard at their whim. But she knew now that she couldn't deny that there was something perversely thrilling about it, something making her body hum with pleasure.

Suddenly she felt her orgasm approach and she cried out against the thick cock stuffing her mouth. Chris pulled her hair back so he could watch her face as she came, and with a brutal thrust he sent her over the edge. Her entire body trembled, her back arching as the orgasm tore though her. She let out a loud groan on Chris' cock, unable to think straight as the intense pleasure overwhelmed her.

The man behind her didn't let up, seeming to be driven by her pleasure and instead went harder, sending her toward another wave of ecstasy.

"Ohh, fuck here it comes," Chris shouted as he gripped her hair tighter.

Jane looked up at him as she felt his cock swell in her mouth. With one final thrust he erupted, filling her mouth with his hot, sticky semen. Chris' cock was buried so deep in her mouth that she didn't even taste the first spray, just felt it hit the back of her throat. She gagged and felt another gush fill her mouth, and then another, the hot thick liquid building between her cheeks. She tried not to choke, desperately trying to swallow it all, but it was too much. The salty liquid began to flow over her lips, spilling down her chin and onto the bed sheet.

Finally Chris pulled out, still panting heavily, and looked down at her with satisfaction.

"Holy fuck, Ms. Myers," he said, wiping his cock across her lips and cheek. "You're such a slut."

Jane was still reeling from her first orgasm, as she swallowed the remaining globs of cum in her mouth. She finally was able to look over her shoulder to see the man hammering into her from behind. 

Dylan's face was flushed, sweat dripping down his forehead, as he grasped onto her hips with a tight grip.  Where the fuck had he come from, Jane thought and figured he had been hiding in the bathroom.  She didn't know why, but the sight of the athletic dark skinned young man pounding into her from behind sent a new wave of arousal washing over her. She was still recovering from her first intense orgasm but her pussy throbbed at Dylan's every thrust.

Dylan reached out and grabbed a fistful of his teacher's hair, yanking her head back as he pounded into her.   Jane let herself go, repeatedly crying out in pleasure as she felt his hips slam into her ass, the sounds of his flesh hitting hers filling the room. She forced her eyes open and looked up to see Chris still kneeling on the bed directly in front of her.  He looked down at her with a smug smile as he watched his friend fuck their teacher with a brutal force.

Jane imagined how she looked to him, her face wild and contorted in orgasmic bliss, his cum smeared across her lips and face. She knew she must look like a whore and the humiliation that coursed through her somehow only served to heighten her pleasure to another level.  She locked eyes with Chris as Dylan continued to hold her head in place.  She could feel her orgasm ready to explode as she watched him staring down at her in what may have been a look somewhere between pity and awe.

But she didn't care what he thought of her. In fact, in that very moment she reveled in her shame, what she'd let herself become to these young men.  A fucktoy to be used however they wanted.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum," she heard Dylan grunt behind her.

Jane's eyes never left Chris'.  She merely nodded and licked her lips, eager for Dylan's thick throbbing cock to fill her with his seed. She smiled up at Chris defiantly, her mascara running down her cheeks and strands of her hair stuck to her sweaty face.

"Yes, give it to me, please give it to me," she whispered, barely loud enough for Chris to hear. 

She wanted him to watch her cum, as his friend dumped his filthy load into her aching pussy.  She wanted him to look down on her, to see her shame and humiliation.

"Oh fuck, here it comes, oh fuck!" Dylan cried out as he slammed into Jane one last time, burying himself deep inside of her.

She could feel him pulsing and jerking as he filled her with his hot, sticky load. Jane immediately felt her own orgasm careen through her, starting at the pit of her stomach and radiating out to every inch of her body. It was a tidal wave of pleasure, overwhelming and intense. Her loud cries echoed through the cheap motel room, as wave upon wave of release crashed over her, like nothing she had ever experienced. She arched her back, grinding her hips against Dylan's, drawing out every last ounce of satisfaction.

Dylan finally pulled out of Jane, his cock leaving her pussy with a wet popping sound. She could feel his cum trickle out of her, down her legs.

Her entire body was trembling, her pussy clenching around nothing, aftershocks of pleasure still rippling through her. Chris stood up and looked down at her, his eyes filled with a curious awe.  Jane let her face fall to the mattress and she tried to slow her breathing.  She finally stood up, her legs like jelly, and looked back at the two young men standing on either side of the bed, their eyes glued to her naked body. Her pussy felt raw and abused, the skin red and fragile. She could only imagine how she looked, her body flushed and marked, cum smeared all over her face and trickling down her leg, her hair strewn everywhere. But she didn't care. Instead of feeling ashamed she somehow felt almost defiantly invincible. Like these two boys had given her everything they had and she not only didn't break but took great pleasure in it.

She watched as they both pulled their clothes on, their eyes never leaving her. She felt numb yet fully satisfied. Without a word she began to put her own clothes on and thought she saw the boys' looks begin to turn to nervousness, perhaps the realization of what they'd just done beginning to set in.

"I'm leaving now," Jane said softly, her voice cool and collected. Then she looked at Chris. "Delete it. Now." Her voice was cold and commanding.

Chris hesitated, perhaps gauging her conviction, but there was no question at how uneasy he suddenly seemed.  He nodded and picked up his phone, scrolling through the files before holding it out to show her.  Jane saw the thumbnail of the video, her lying on her own bed, handcuffed and naked. The memory flashed through her mind and she felt a tingle between her legs.

She turned her gaze back to Chris and nodded. She saw him swallow hard then pressed delete and held it out to her again.  She glanced at it then looked back at him, her eyes unwavering.

"We're done now.  Got it?" Jane asked, her voice firm.

Chris nodded, as he shuffled his feet nervously. "Yes, I -- I deleted it, like you asked."

Jane nodded curtly, still not taking her eyes off of him. She could see a fear in his young eyes, perhaps feeling that this time he'd pushed her too far.  That this may have turned the tables and the consequences for him might somehow be worse than for her.

Then she looked over at Dylan, who began nodding frantically, agreeing to whatever Chris was agreeing to.

Jane turned to leave, but not before she took one last look at both of them.

"If either of you breathe a single word about this, I promise you'll regret it," she said.

She watched the two young men look at each other, then back at her.

"Ok," they echoed.

She closed the door carefully behind her and felt the cool breeze hit her skin. Only after she had crossed the parking lot and gotten into her car did she allow herself to finally breathe. Her emotions threatened to overtake her and she bit her lip, trying to calm herself down.

She started the car and put on some music, taking the time to compose herself.

She could still feel the sweat trickling down the small of her back, cum drying against her thighs and legs, and the stinging sensation of their rough hands on her body. She remembered the heavy weight of Dylan's cock inside of her and she felt her cheeks burn. She looked in the mirror and saw the dried remnants of Chris' cum on her face. She could feel Dylan's seed seeping from inside of her, soaking her panties. Jane felt dirty and used, but inexplicably exhilarated and alive.

She couldn't believe what had just happened, it seemed surreal. She had never done anything even close to this before, never even dreamt of it. She had let two of her students, of all people, take advantage of her, fuck her anyway they wanted only to discard her when they were done. Her hands were shaking. This wasn't how tonight was supposed to go. But it was over now. Chris had deleted the video and promised to leave her alone.

But as she drove away from the motel, the taste of Chris' semen still fresh on her lips and her panties soaked from Dylan's see, she couldn't deny the aching truth. She had actually enjoyed it. Every filthy, depraved moment of it. She may regret it later, perhaps reality would set in. But right here right now, she knew it had been the most exhilarating sexual experience she'd ever enjoyed.

She pressed the gas pedal to the floor, suddenly eager to get home and crawl into bed with James. To climb on top of him and fuck him relentlessly until she orgasmed yet again while remembering every detail of her night in that disgusting motel room.