A Teacher Was Watching

'Clean it.' The order was impressed upon me with another hard slap to my bottom making me flinch and draw in a breath. The vibrator in my pussy began fucking me rhythmically again.

I accepted the slim silver vibrator and, without thinking, sucked the warm wet surface into my mouth as she continued to spank me. As she did, she reached round and pinched my right nipple, pain screamed from my breast but I continued sucking - it tasted good.

'You dirty little slut, you're really earning those pictures aren't you? Very well.' The vibrator slide out, leaving me feel empty and still in need of an orgasm. 'Stay as you are until I say you can turn round.'

Breathing hard, I continued to push out my bottom and heard her retreat back into the darkness.

'Okay, Josie. Turnaround and tidy yourself up.' I did as I was told. The damp wetness running down my leg making me blush as I squinted back into the bright light.

'Get dressed, then come back this evening wearing a red evening dress. If you haven't got one, then buy one. If you look good, then we shall have dinner here this evening and I promise to hand over all the pictures ... now go. 8pm, don't be late.

Without even trying to argue, I turned, grabbed my cardigan and coat, and fled to the hotel lifts, and then travelled in a blur of emotions to the ground floor. I couldn't believe I had just done what I had done. I'd gone through that whole ... humiliating experience ... and then left without the photos.

'Oh, Josie, you fool,' I fumed, choking back tears. I couldn't start crying, especially as I was already getting some strange looks from the woman behind the reception desk as I strode past. I offered her a friendly smile, which she returned, and headed for the street.

Before pushing through the doors, I glanced back at the clock and drew in a deep breath. It was 5.30. I had been up there for over two hours! 'Oh my god!'

Heading for the cab-rank, I took a taxi home. It was only after entering my apartment, and with the door firmly closed behind me, that I finally allowed my tears to flow.

I did have a red dress ... Wiping tears from my eyes I walked into my bedroom and opened my wardrobe. I'd only worn it once before, for a Christmas party, I'd had a great evening. I smiled as I remembered feeling deliciously exposed as the neckline plunged a little too far, drawing eyes to my chest all evening. It was cut to just below the knee, and sleeveless. I took it out and hung it close to the mirror, eyeing it critically. Was I really going to wear this to have diner with Miss Molt?

Suddenly, it felt like I had butterflies flittering around my stomach. I couldn't believe I was going back -- but I was.

I stripped and headed for the shower where I hid from my troubles for almost half an hour. I finally emerged and wrapped my white robe around me and did my hair and make-up, being sure to apply more than any sane woman would wear for anything other than an evening of depraved lesbian sex ... 'Oh, god....'

Heavy, bright-red lipstick matched the nail-varnish I carefully applied, and then it was time for underwear. After some consideration, I decided I would wear the bra I had worn with the dress on the previous occasion - it didn't show under the dress and with the low cut top, did push up my breasts, offering my cleavage in a way I thought Miss Molt would be sure to appreciate and then high-cut silk knickers in matching red.

Next, I pulled out the stockings and couldn't help but smile. I had bought them to wear with the dress for the Christmas party. I loved them. They were black, crochet net thigh high stockings with a red ribbon tied around the top to help hold them mid-thigh. I pulled them on - as usual feeling deliciously naughty. I don't know why, but I always connect wearing stockings with sex, especially these ones.

After putting on the dress, I found my highest black heals and looked at myself in the full-length mirror - I did look good. I just wished I had dressed for Mistress Marion, Miss Molt didn't deserve me.

'It'll soon be over,' I consoled myself. 'Just get those photos as soon as possible and leave.'

It was time to go.

Even though I was dressed more decently on this occasion, I still kept my coat wrapped protectively around me as I approached the hotel and the clock in the square struck the hour.

As I rode up in the lift, my nerves threatened to get the better of me. She wouldn't make me ... she couldn't want me to do anything ..., Oh, good grief, how did I get into this mess? I was so nervous, the last thing on my mind was food.

I knocked on the door and heard her call, 'come in.' Stealing myself I opened the door and was pleased to see that at least the lights were on this time.

'Oh, Josie, please come in, you look lovely. May I take your coat?'

And there was Miss Molt. I hadn't seen her earlier, she had just been a voice and hands in the dark ... but she was really quite an attractive woman ... I realised I was surprised. Long blond hair, drawn back in a ponytail, framed a very attractive face, nicely made-up and of course wearing the favourite deep red lipstick. I did recognise her from school, but I don't ever remember her looking like this. She must be in her mid to late forties now, and was in great shape. She had a short black dress on, low cut over an ample chest - and wearing what looked like fishnet stockings -- not my favourite, but I knew they were to some peoples taste, obviously hers.

'May I take your coat?'

'Please,' I slipped my coat off, and blushed as she looked me up and down with a lewd smile.

She clapped her hands, 'Chloe?'

I glanced about in alarm. I hadn't realised there would be someone else here. A small girl, no... a woman with a very petite figure came out of the bathroom blushing furiously -- and I could see why. She was dressed in a school uniform: short pleated skirt, ankle socks, white blouse, school tie and blue cardigan. Her mousy hair was in bunches and her only makeup was the same bright red lipstick. She came over and took my coat saying nothing.

'Josie, this is Chloe, Chloe say hello to Josie, surely you remember each other?'

I looked at Chloe again and a spark of recognition hit me. She had been at New Hall, but in the year below me. She looked up at me, and then quickly went back to studying the floor before hanging my coat in a closet.

'Miss Molt, about the photo's ...' I began, but stopped when she smiled and nodded.

'After diner, Josie. Don't worry, you shall have your photos, I promise.'

A knock on the door signalled that diner had arrived, and Chloe was sent blushing to the door to wheel a covered trolley in. Meanwhile, Miss Molt seated me at the little table by the window and sat opposite; Chloe wheeled in the trolley and served us, then filled our glasses with chilled white wine.

'Chloe is a waitress in London these days, aren't you Chloe?'

'Yes Miss Molt,' answered Chloe softly. She stood back from the table while Miss Molt ate and I picked at the fish, still in no mood for food.

'Chloe now comes to me most weekends, she likes to ... to please me, don't you Chloe?'

'Yes, Miss Molt.'

There was silence for some time as Miss Molt ate and I started to get more and more uncomfortable. I couldn't sit and pretend this was just a nice meal any longer. 'Miss Molt, please give me the photos ... you did say you would, please...'

Miss Molt finished put down her knife and fork and took a sip of her wine before answering. 'Chloe, please get Josie's photos for her will you.'

I took a deep breath and Chloe scuttled of, coming back a few moments later bearing a small hotel tray. On it were two vibrators -- one larger than the other. They rattled together as Chloe held out the tray and I glanced up into her face and saw she was very nervous, and then looked at Miss Molt.

'The pictures are inside, Josie. When you're ready, Chloe will help insert them into you. one will go in your vagina and the other in your anus ... well? you didn't think I would just hand them over, did you?'

I looked at her in shock as she continued eating. 'You want me to ...'

Miss Molt leaned closer to me, glancing down my cleavage as she did so. 'Yes, Josie. I would very much like to see you fuck yourself with those two vibrators that contain your photos, but only when you have quite finished your meal.'

I reached for my wine glass and drank a large gulp, coughing as it went down the wrong way. 'Please Miss Molt, don't make me do this.'

'Just enjoy yourself Josie. You're getting the photos back, and Chloe will delight in helping you. In fact, Chloe must help you. Now push your chair out a little. I want to be able to see and enjoy everything you do.'

She picked up her wine glass and sat back staring at me.

I sat in shock for a moment. I had to do it ...didn't I? I looked at the vibrators realising there was no way that I could just grab them and make a run for it. No, I had to finish this her way, and then get out for good.

'All right.' I shifted in the seat and pulled up my dress, but it hadn't reached my stocking-tops before Miss Molt stopped me.

'Slowly, Josie, slowly. Entertain me. Do all I ask and you will get all that you want.'

With a sigh, I slowly raised my dress above my waist and Chloe crouched down beside me. Very softly, she lifted my leg and propped it over the armrest of the chair, and I moved my other leg as far to the side as I could. I felt my face burning in shame and was glad of all the make-up I was wearing to cover my embarrassment. My red knickers were now very much on display, the dress pulled up around my middle and Chloe's hand was travelling over my stockings, past the red ribbons that held them up, and down my inner thigh. I shivered as her fingers crept closer to my pussy and glanced down, watching in a half-trance as she gently pulled my knickers to the side to expose my pussy. I gasped as cold fingers tenderly spread the lips of my vagina, and then saw Chloe look back for Miss Molt's approval.

'Good girls. Maybe it would be more comfortable for Josie if we removed her knickers altogether?'

'Please, Miss Molt. Don't make me do this ...'

'Stand up and turn around, Josie. Please just bend over the chair ... you know how I want you to stand don't you dear?'

I knew. I stood up, turned around, and using the chair for support, bent over, feeling Chloe slowly raise my dress once again.

'I love what you're wearing, Josie,' breathed Miss Molt. 'I just love black seemed stockings, and on legs as tanned and long as yours they look divine. The ribbons are a very sexual touch. Push out your bottom and keep your legs straight -- remember, perform for me Josie ... good girl.'

There was no way to do anything but comply. I pushed out my bottom, keeping my legs straight and felt Chloe peal my knickers down my legs to my knees -- then she tugged my legs open wider to support the knickers. It was a position I longed to be in for mistress Megan, but here in this hotel room I felt so exposed, so embarrassed.

'Chloe will now sweeten the entry of your first photos, Josie.'

I felt something drip between my bottom cheeks and dribble slowly down to my anus - it felt like honey. It felt so rude to be displayed like this to two women ... yet also wonderful at the same time, and I was secretly enjoying the feeling of being made to do this lewd disgusting thing. But I was also so deeply ashamed ... how confusing. More honey dripped on me, I could feel it collecting around my anus before dribbling down into my pussy. I felt my bottom being gently spread by soft cold hands and a tongue began licking me slowly. Starting around each cheek and then edging closer to my anus -- I couldn't stifle a moan of appreciation.

I heard Miss Molt walk up beside me and felt her hand touch me on my back as she drew level. Grabbing a handful of my hair, she drew my head back and I looked up into her smiling face.

'You're being such a good girl, Josie.' She turned to Chloe, nodded, and then bent down and kissed me softly.

As I opened my mouth, allowing her tongue to enter me, I felt the smaller vibrator slowly pushed against my anus. Accepting the kiss, our lips sticky with the lipstick, I pushed my bottom back and accepted the vibrator -- it must have been lubricated because it slid into me, filling me easily, then Chloe slowly pumped it in and out. Miss Molt continued to kiss me. I felt her hand slip under me and slide around my left breast, helping it fall free. She repeated the procedure on my right breast and played with them, making sure they hung free of my dress, pulling my nipples, pinching them until they quickly became hard and erect and then contented herself weighing each breast in her hands squeezing them as the kiss lingered and the vibrator continued to slide in and out of my anus. It felt good and I was disappointed when she pulled away leaving me bending over, alone, my legs spread and the vibrator pinning me in position.

'What a pair of fine sluts I have to play with.' Slap! I flinched as her hand came down on my bottom, slap, Slap, Slap! I stayed in the same position pushing out my bottom, taking the punishment, not wanting to give her any reason to deny me the photos. There was a whispered conversation then Chloe came and crouched next to the chair. I looked across at her and saw how pretty she was, the school uniform making her even more attractive. As she approached, hesitantly at first, her lips parted to kiss me and I lent towards her, gazing into her eyes as our lips met. Her hands reached shyly for my breasts and I felt her gasp as she touched them, running her hand gently over them feeling how much larger they were than her own.

'Stand up, Josie. Your back must be aching in that position.'

I felt the Vibrator slowly withdrawn from my anus and I rose gratefully, and I felt myself blush again. Standing with my breasts exposed, looking at the women who was taking such liberties with my body, but I knew she was now in command of me. I had to keep doing whatever she asked.

'Clean this,' commanded Miss Molt. Chloe was handed the vibrator and she began licking it as if it were a tasty lollipop -- it was a very arousing sight. 'Well, I suppose you've earned those pictures, Josie. Now all you have to do, is sit in that chair and earn the ones in this vibrator.'

I took the larger vibrator and sat in the chair. Miss Molt sat opposite me and Chloe sat on her lap. I watched as Miss Molt's hands untucked Chloe's blouse with one hand and lifted her short pleated skirt with the other and began to grope the schoolgirl on her lap.

The chair I was sitting in allowed me to lean back a little, and I arranged myself to perform for my audience. Slowly pulling up the dress I slipped my knickers all the way off past my high-heals and put my legs over either arm of the chair. I tried hard to get over the embarrassment of the situation, as my wet vagina was very much on show.

Determined to play the part of the lesbian show slut, I proceeded to rearrange the dress around my breasts so that the bra offered support, then pinched and teased my nipples for a moment. My breasts have no tan lines, are a 'C' cup, and my nipples are a dark pink and instantly go hard whenever I am turned on -- they were very hard and erect as I showed them to Miss Molt and Chloe. After fussing with my stockings to make sure they were still tied properly, I put a little lubrication onto the vibrator and set it ready against my vagina.

I glanced across at the two women opposite, feeling every bit the slut Miss Molt had accused me of being, and slowly put pressure on the vibrator easing it past the slight resistance of my wet cunt. It was big, as red as my lipstick, and felt wonderful as it slid in, filling me. I pushed it in slowly with my right hand and began teasing my clitoris with my left -- feeling my breasts jiggling as I did so.

I glanced across at Chloe and Miss Molt and saw they were kissing. Chloe saw me looking and lifted the hem of her skirt, allowing me to see Miss Molt's hand with three fingers spreading her vagina. I noticed the smaller vibrator on the table and picked it up, sliding it into my well lubricated anus, until it was buried deep. As I fucked myself for Miss Molt's pleasure, I could feel both vibrators touching each other, separated by the thin wall between my anus and vagina. I lost myself to the disgusting exhibition I was being forced to make and hoped she was enjoying the show.

When I next opened my eyes, I saw Chloe coming towards me. I watched in a daze as she climbed up onto the chair and, as I looked up, lifted her skirt and lowered her pussy onto my face. Miss Molt took over with the vibrators between my legs and I felt her licking around my pussy, lapping at the sweet honey taste that remained mixed with my pussy juices. In my turn, I licked at Chloe's pussy feeling the tiny tuft of hair she had remaining above her clitoris, tickle my nose as my tongue explored the folds and tastes of her vagina. With my hands now free, I could now explore her properly while my left hand pinched my own nipples, my right came under her skirt and felt around the smooth globes of her bottom. I made a finger wet from the edge of her vagina and slid it into her anus, fucking her slowly as she moved herself up and down upon it -- I could hear small squeals of delight coming from above me.

'Stand up,' I felt the vibrators withdrawn from me and Chloe climbed down, my finger reluctantly leaving her ass as I looked up into her eyes -- and she blushed. 'Get onto the bed, kneeling down please, girls. You're both naughty little sluts and need to be punished. Lift your skirts and kiss each other. Don't stop until you're told to.'

I knelt on the bed next to Chloe and held her hand. With my other hand, I reached back and flicked up my dress, exposing my bottom to Miss Molt's attentions. Beside me, Chloe gripped my hand and kissed me. As the first hard slaps came down, she wrested her hand free and reached for my breast, and then a moment later, she had moved across and was sucking on my right nipple, nibbling at it with sharp teeth. The slaps became harder, travelling around our bottoms and down our inner thighs -- when a slap landed
onto my pussy, I decided I was in heaven after all.

A little later I was dismissed, sent home with both vibrators in my bag. As I walked to the hotel lift, my emotions were confused. I didn't actually want to leave. As I had glanced back at the door, I had seen Chloe kneeling between Miss Molt's legs, licking at her pussy, lost still to the lewd acts of devotion Miss Molt was subjecting her to. I wondered if Miss Molt might be back in contact with me? ... and then I realised that I hoped she would.