How I became a dirty anal cumslut
Eyl 14, 2018 // By:analsex // No Comment
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Looking back it’s pretty obvious how I became such a good dirty cum slut.
Ever since that day at school when the principal called me into his office I have obsessed over cock. It was late in the year, close to graduation, and it already felt like summer. It gets so hot here. That day I had worn a short dress to school. It was an older one of mine, but a favorite, so I didn’t mind that it was getting a bit small on me. And it was so hot that the short length felt good on my legs and ass, letting the air flow freely against my skin.
Now, I have to be honest. I was a naive young lady at 18. I was confident in my body and not concerned about any implications of how I dressed. I liked to feel good, and my skin against the air was my favorite. I didn’t think about how the boys might react and I had been taught that that was their problem, not mine…whatever that meant.
And I never really thought about sex, again being young and naive I just saw it everywhere – women in little to nothing on TV and movies and everywhere – but never made the connection about how people actually go about fucking each other. Oh how much I’ve learned…. thankfully so 😀
So when I went shopping for my clothes I just never thought much about the kind of stores I was in. Some had “old lady” panties and others had the pretty ones I wanted. So when I put on a lace g-string…really just a lace garter with pearl beads running between my legs, sex wasn’t at all on my mind. It was hot, this was thin, lacy, and the pearl beads were nice and cool and comfortable. I hate sweaty wet cotton panties; I’d rather wear nothing.
So, this was how I went to school this one hot day in June. I was used to getting looks and stares, I usually dressed pretty slutty now that I think back. This one was just enough over the top. The teachers in the hall were staring at me as I walked in. Some boys were following me to my locker. I passed the principals office and he saw the gang following me down the hall and came out of his office. “Back to class!” I hear him shout as I feel his large hand on my shoulder. “Come with me young lady, we need to discuss something in my office.”
We walk back to his office together, his hand still firmly on my shoulder. We go past his secretary. She looks up and bites her lip, smiles quickly then shoots her head back down to her desk. We go into his office; he shuts the door.
I’m not exactly sure why he needed to talk to me at this point, so when he tells me to spin around once for him I’m not sure what he’s getting at. I turn, and I hear his breathing very heavy. “Isn’t that schoolgirl uniform a bit small for you?” he asks.
“I guess a little, but it’s from my last school and I have such good memories, I love wearing this outfit. And it’s sooooo hot out I just wanted to wear something comfortable.” I said.
“Ah”, he replied, “you’re not embarrassed? Or worried about someone taking advantage of you?”
“Taking advantage? I don’t understand, I like my body and this feels good.”
The principal smiled and sat down at his desk and leaned back in his chair. “what about the boys following you this morning? you weren’t worried they would grab you? 18 and 19 year old boys are going through a lot of hormonal changes and have intense urges.”
I remember looking back at him puzzled – “intense urges? Isn’t that their problem? I mean they can control themselves, right? Plus I’m here at school where it’s safe, I was never walking alone – you even came out to help just in case, right?”
“I did come out to help. And now we’re back here in my office. You’re a bright student, doing well in class and learning a lot. You’re about to graduate, would you like to learn another good lesson today?”
I thought about it for a second, fiddling with the material of my dress at my fingertips which must have looked hot because I remember seeing him smile and stare. I wasn’t sure what kind of lesson he was talking about and I had no idea how crazy things were about to get. I’m so glad I said “yes sir, please teach me a lesson today.”
“Turn back around!” He snapped.
“What?” I asked, a bit puzzled by the intensity of his tone.
“TURN AROUND, PUT YOUR HANDS ON THE WALL, AND CALL ME SIR!” His voice was stern, and it startled me.
I jumped and followed his instruction. “Yes sir. Sorry sir I’ll pay attention.”
Facing the wall I couldn’t see what he was doing but I heard him walk over to me. With my hands on the wall my back was arched slightly, pushing my ass out towards him. He started to explain that this lesson was about what can happen when you’re all alone with a man who is feeling strong urges in response to the short dress I was wearing. As he explained this I felt his fingertips on my shoulder again. It felt different than earlier when he was leading me back to the office. This time his hand started moving down, over the sports bra I was wearing as a top, down the skin on my back and to the waist of my schoolgirl skirt. He paused there and held my waist. I was starting to tremble a bit, I could sense something powerful and new was going to happen. I was scared, but excited. “Are you ok? Do you want me to stop?” He asked. “No” was all I could whisper. “Teach me.”
“What?!” he asked.
“Sorry. Teach me sir.”
“That’s better.” His hand started moving again and was instantly on my bare ass cheek. It started to occur to me just how accessible I was making my body, but I still wasn’t sure why it was a problem, his hand actually felt nice there.
His fingertips began to circle slowly on my ass, very light, very gentle until it was so light I wasn’t sure if he was touching me anymore…and then SMACK. I jumped. I let out a squeak. What happened? Did he just spank me?! SMACK. There was a second. Harder. And then the fingertips again.
“Bend over” he said.
“ummm…I’m not sure this is appropriate..I mean aren’t you supposed to stop people from touching like that?” I asked starting to get confused about this lesson.
“Yes. Yes I am. But this is a learning experience. I am not going to protect you. I’m going to show you some things, and you’re going to follow my instructions. Now, BEND OVER.”
I looked at his door. He saw and walked over and locked it. “No. You will learn today.”
I was a little scared now, but I was curious about this lesson and really wanted to learn. I started to bend over and show him my ass. He saw the beaded panties I was wearing then and just said “Oh fuck you’re just a dirty little slut, this will be easy”. I was bent over, hands on the wall, ass out. Shaking a little. And then I felt something hard but smooth and a little wet pressing against my asshole. He told me to push my body back. I looked back at him with a concerned expression on my face. He told me it was just his cock and not to worry. I pushed a bit and felt the tip go into my asshole. It stretched me and felt strange…like it was going to hurt but didn’t. He told me again to push back as he stood his ground firmly behind me. I pushed. I felt it go in deeper. “that’s it, keep pushing, like a good little slut, take it all” he encouraged. The sensation was incredible, I wasn’t thinking, I was just pushing. And it was inside me. All of it. He grabbed my hips and pushed me forward again slowly. It felt huge and he stopped before the tip popped out. Then, as he told me to push again he pulled hard on my hips. My ass came down on his cock hard. “Again” he said as he slowly pushed it back out. After several deliberate thrusts shoving his cock deep in my ass he began to fuck. Hard. His balls slamming against my pussy.
It went on for 20 minutes like that, slamming his cock deep in my ass. I had these intense waves of pleasure come over me, afterwards he explained I was cumming. His cock was so hard, I was loving it. Then he started to grunt and slow, I felt something warm and wet oozing out of my ass. He pulled out and said he came too. His cum was running down my leg and was all over his cock.
“Suck it clean” he said, and pulled me by my hair down to his cock, pushing it deep into my mouth. I gagged. He kept pushing and I felt it enter my throat. He didn’t stop pushing until my lips were around his balls and then let go. My head came off his cock with a stream of cum and spit everywhere and on my face.
He got dressed, I was in a bit of shock and still being as dressed as I was when I started the day just stood there in aw of what had just happened. He put his hand on my shoulder again, unlocked the door, and guided me back out of the office – still covered in cum and ass gaping – passed his secretary who smiled again winking at the principal. “Me next?” she said. He laughed…of course they’ve been fucking for years.
As we get to the hall he turns and starts walking towards the gym. It’s still early in the day, 1st period isn’t over yet. We enter the boys locker room and one of the gym teachers is there at his desk. “you know what to do”, the principal says and the gym teacher smiles. He takes me, ties me to a bench near the first row of lockers, ass up in the air, and turns back to the principal.
“Ok” the gym teacher says. “I’ll make sure the boys all get a turn after class. We’ll check back in at lunchtime and untie her at the end of the day to catch the bus, sound good?”
“Perfect” said the principal. “I’ll probably be ready for another round by then too.”
…..Perfect. I remember thinking. I’ve been a dirty anal cum slut ever since.
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