Kate Pays the Price Ch. 09-11

"I almost chickened out," he said, still looking sheepish.

"What changed your mind?" Kate asked. Honestly curious what the married man was thinking showing up here to have sex with one of his employees.

"I know it's wrong, Kate. You're a great teacher and such a fine person. I've always had these feelings for you. Urges. I've thought about you a lot," he confided.

"I see. What did you fantasize about doing when you thought of me?" She asked, doing her best to hide the disdain she felt for her once esteemed colleague. It was bad enough being used by former students; she could at least understand their lust for their teacher, with their raging teenage hormones. This was different. There were only a couple of more days of this humiliation she reminded herself.

"Well, uhm... It was usually, a scenario where you had caused some sort of trouble and needed to be disciplined. I would order you to bend over my desk... You can bend over the bed for me now, Kate. I think you've been a very naughty girl, haven't you?"

It took Kate a few seconds to register that he had switched to the present. She saw him remove a long, dark object from his pocket. She eventually realized it was a small leather paddle. "No, please," she pleaded, not sure her backside could take any more punishment tonight.

"I'm sorry, Kate but you know you need this. Don't make this worse for yourself." His demeanor had changed. More stern. There was excitement in his eyes as he now eyed her body openly.

"Don't make me ask again, Kate, bend over and take your punishment... That's it," he said as Kate hesitantly assumed the position, leaning over the bed with her palms on the mattress top.

"All the way. Face down. Lift the dress and pull down your panties," he ordered. Kate lifted the dress over her ass revealing that she wasn't wearing any panties. She could hear his breath quickening as his fantasy came to life.

"You have a gorgeous ass, Kate," he huffed, lightly running his finger tips over one of her cheeks, giving her goosebumps. The gentle touch was quickly replaced by the fire and stinging from the paddle.

Kate tried not to scream but couldn't hold it in. She whimpered and pleaded with him to stop but he was relentless, paddling one cheek and then the other. He ordered her to keep her hands flat on the mattress. The spanking went on for what seemed like a full minute. Kate was gripping the comforter tightly and sobbing when the sadistic principal finally grunted and delivered his last blow.

"Good girl. Don't move," he said. Kate could hear him undressing behind her. The next thing she felt was the head of his cock pressing into her slit and then through. He glided deep into her slick sex with ease. She felt all of his weight as he leaned over her and began thrusting roughly. Pulling out slowly and then slamming back into her with all of his weight, causing Kate to grunt and squeal with each stroke.

She wished he would come quickly so she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of making her come. She felt the heat building up from her loins, equaling the fire from her burning cheeks, and knew it was futile to fight it. His shaft slammed deep into her sex and then smoothly pulled back, over and over. She was going to give John the satisfaction she gave most men, especially the ones that treated her like an object to be used. She was going to come hard on his cock like the shameless slut she'd become.

"Ooh, Fuck me, John! Make me come on your big cock, sir," she begged. If she was going to be a slut she may as well own it. He obliged and groped her tits roughly and pounded into her with all of his force, sending her over the edge. "I'm coming! Fuck...Me!" She screamed. John groaned and thrusted, blasting thick ropes of cum into her well-used pleasure sheath.

Kate just laid there on the bed, with John's cum oozing out of her as he dressed and left without saying a word. What had she become, was her last thought as she fell fast asleep.

"Hi Kate," Jack greeted, "I saved you a plate. Coffee is hot."

Abby and Jack were having breakfast at the dining room table when Kate arrived home from her long night.

Kate winced as she sat down. Her bottom tender and inflamed from the brutal spanking from the night before. Jack clearly noticed this judging by the look of concern. Thankfully, he didn't ask.

Kate devoured her bacon and eggs. She was ravenous. "So, how was your night, honey?" she asked. She was happy to see that Abby was already awake. Maybe that was a good sign that it hadn't been an all-nighter.

"Don't ask," Abby replied, rolling her eyes. "How was yours? I see it was a long one."

"Yeah. Same," she replied. "I think Sean and Bob really have it in for me. I'm afraid to think of what my last night may have in store."

"Hey," Jack said, "You're almost there. I can smell the ocean already. Start packing your bags and don't let them get to you anymore than they already have... Oh, almost forgot. Michael gets out today. Not sure what the arrangements are going to be."

"Shit! I totally forgot," Kate said. "I've got to start packing. Can we stay with you for the last couple of days?"

"Of course. That was always the plan. I've got bedrooms for you both, if you want them."

"Thanks Jack," Abby said. "I don't want to stay here either."

After breakfast, Jack pulled Kate aside and asked about last night. She reluctantly shared the details of her encounter with John. There really wasn't a choice.

"Let me see," Jack said. Kate turned and lifted her dress, revealing her injuries. She had red and deep purple bruises on both cheeks.

"Do you have any aloe?" Jack asked.

"Guest bathroom," Kate answered. "Big bottle under the sink we use for sunburns."

Jack returned with the bottle of aloe and had Kate lay down on the bed on her stomach. He gently raised her dress and squirted the cool gel onto both cheeks before very gently rubbing and spreading it over her wounds. Kate felt instantly better, unsure if it was the aloe or Jack's nurturing touch.

They spent several hours packing and moving their things to Jack's house. Kate hadn't spent a lot of time thinking about the things she would keep and those they would part with. In the end, she decided she could part with almost all of it, taking only her wardrobe, jewelry and a few keepsakes from her family, pictures, etc. Michael could have all of the 'stuff'. Of course, she was taking her new Mercedes. She'd earned it.

Kate got the call from Sean late in the afternoon with her last assignment. He wouldn't say what it was, only how to dress, and he was very specific about that. The lingerie had to be crotchless and leave her breasts completely exposed. Otherwise, basically naked. And no wraps or cover up.

She practically sprinted to the car to keep from being seen by Jack's neighbors, dressed like a whore, in her most scandalous white lingerie and stockings. One arm attempted to cover her breasts while her other hand covered her crotch. She'd become quite adept at navigating in her stilettos. She plopped into the passenger seat that was thankfully left open for her.

Bob's voice bellowed from the car's speakers as it pulled away from the curb. "This is Frank," he said. "We're having a get together at my place and you're the guest of honor, of course. Frank will deliver you to the party. Why don't you repay him by sucking his cock and draining his balls? This will be your first load of the night... of many."

With that, the call cut off. Frank was a middle-aged man with kind eyes. He smiled sheepishly, more taken aback than she was, but he didn't try to stop her as she leaned over and did as she'd been told. Frank was somehow able to keep the car on the road, even as he filled her mouth with a decent size load that tasted extra spunky.

When Kate had sucked him dry and zipped him back up, she sat up and realized they were arriving at Bob's mansion.

"Hello Kate," Bob greeted, helping her from the car, always the gracious host. "Let's not keep the gentlemen waiting. Since this is your last night, we don't want to waste any time that could be better spent using your glorious body one last time.

Kate was guided to the cushioned floor romper room, where her and Abby had been gangbanged. The room smelled of cigar smoke, with the clinking of cocktail glasses and boisterous conversations. Some of the men were taking their clothes off, with the help of the young women on Bob's staff that were neatly folding and hanging their garments on hooks and shelves on the back wall of the room.

She felt a shock when she realized she knew one of the men. Jason Towns was the father of Kristin's best friend Becky. They'd become good friends over the years, along with Jason's wife Stacy.

As she was taking that in, she spotted Stephen. She'd worked with him, Sunday after Sunday, for years at the homeless shelter, preparing and serving meals. Stephen had an upbeat personality and always made sure everyone was having a good time.

Next, she saw Paul. She hadn't seen him in at least ten years. He was happily married, or at least so she thought, to her best friend from college, Nicole. They hadn't kept in touch as well as she would have liked.

What had Bob done? How did he find all of these men from her past. Kate suddenly felt very exposed and ashamed, which was, of course, the point.

"I think you may recognize many of these faces," Bob said. "We wanted your last night to be extra special. You know, many of your old friends had no idea you were a VIP escort now."

"Bob!... You asshole! Why would you do this to me? I've done everything you asked."

"Easy now... You should be flattered that so many of the men in your life would be willing to shell out so much of their hard-earned cash to be here tonight. They just needed to know the opportunity existed."

She knew a lot of the men here in some way. From every intersection of her life. Bob had definitely done his homework to find them.

"Who wants to break the ice?" Bob asked, "Remember, this is a no cleanup gangbang. We want her last trick to be a messy one. Cum in her, or on her, anywhere you want. You can fuck her as many times as you want tonight."

The man that approached her first was Allen, her next-door neighbor. She'd consoled him on more than one occasion after his wife had run off with another man. Now he was naked, with his erect cock bouncing as he approached.

"Hello Kate," he said. "You're so sexy. I fantasized about you so many times."

"Well, seems you're about to have the real thing," she teased.

"Give her a kiss," Bob urged, sensing some prodding would be needed for this group. Bob had brought in some clients that didn't know Kate, but he asked them to hold back and let Kate's old friends have at her first.

"She's got soft lips. Wait until she wraps them around your cock," Bob praised.

She was quickly encircled by several men, with even more outside the ring. She didn't recognize them all, thank God. She felt hands groping her breast and exploring between her legs. She felt lips on her neck as the first fingers invaded her slit. She knew she was soaking wet as she always was when men used her like a sex object. Truthfully, as much as she had been dreading what Bob might have in store for her, she was also incredibly turned on by the anticipation of it. This might be the last night she was used as a cum slut. A thought that should be comforting.

"That's a good girl. Suck my cock good, Kate," Allen growled, holding the back of her head as he thrust deeper into her mouth. This was an aggressive side she wouldn't have guessed. Although, she was no longer surprised at the difference in how men acted with their whores versus how they acted around their wives. He held her head in place with his cock partly down her throat. She gasped as she broke free and then jerked his cock as she rotated and started sucking on the next erection waving in her face.

She realized it was Jason when she made eye contact, with her head already bobbing up and down on his long, hard shaft. She was ashamed at the thought that Stacy was a lucky woman to have been enjoying this cock all these years. She was also ashamed at her desire to please him and show him what he'd been missing. She took his entire length down her throat, even licking his smooth balls as she pressed her nose into his neatly trimmed pubes.

"That's so good, Kate," Jason said and then groaned in protest as she moved to the next cock. She felt her ass lifted from behind and then a penis sliding into her wet pussy. She moaned involuntarily at the now too familiar sensation. She peeked back to see it was Stephen rhythmically pounding into her backside. Kate had always considered him a handsome man. She couldn't help but wonder what her life could have been if she'd been more sexually open. She knew some women with body counts in the teens and twenties and even higher. She realized that those women had fucked the men in their lives, unlike her, who had found a husband early in life and devoted herself to him completely.

Kate had her fist orgasm as she felt Stephen shooting a hot load deep into her womb. When he pulled out, someone immediately took his place and started pounding her roughly as Phil pumped his load into her mouth.

Kate was fucked in a variety of positions, including double-penetration with her in cowgirl and reverse cowgirl, usually with a cock in her mouth, and loving every minute of it, truth be told. Once she succumbed to her need and desire, she was a completely different person. She became insatiable.

The last hour of the gangbang was spent almost entirely on her back as the men continued running a train on her, having her a second or third time. Some chose her well-creamed cunt while other opted for her gaping anus. Her body glistened from sweat, both hers and the sweat from the men that labored on top of her, along with dozens of loads of cum coating her belly, tits, and face. She'd swallowed all of the cum that found her tongue or open mouth. Her hair was matted as well as her eyelashes, mascara ran down both cheeks.

"Michael, what?" Kate asked, startled at the sight of her naked husband. "Why are you here?"

"He has been a good sport about this whole thing," Bob said. "He deserves a reward. Did you enjoy watching your wife get gangbanged?"

"Uh—I did, yeah" Michael managed to croak out.

"I promised Michael he could have sloppy seconds, or twenty-seconds, or whatever, but he has to clean you up first, isn't that right?"

"Yes." Michael acknowledged.

"So, get to it cuck. Lick your wife's used pussy clean and then you can fuck her."

Kate was in complete shock by the exchange. Not knowing what to say or do, she said nothing as Michael moved into position between her legs and started lapping softly at her inner thighs and then moving to her still engorged vulva. She didn't feel any anger toward Michael at the moment. She was exhausted and too blissed out from coming so hard, and so often, to be mad at anyone.

"That's it cuck. Lap up the seed we left deep in your wife's sweet cunt. Kate, push some more out for him... Good girl," Bob said, clearly pleased with the river of semen flowing into her husband's waiting mouth.

"He's really doing it... He loves it." A few of the guys had hung around, watching from the sofas or just standing around. Most of the men had made their way to the showers or had gone home after having their fill of Kate.

"I think she's cleaned up," Bob said, "You can fuck your wife now." Kate didn't object and even spread her legs wider as Michael mounted her, his cock meeting no resistance, was instantly balls deep in her.

She didn't think she was going to, but she came again. It was so naughty, having the man she'd spent her adult years with using her as a whore, like the other men had. He wasn't making love to his virtuous wife; he was fucking his slutty wife that had just had her pussy creamed by dozens of men while he watched and jerked off. Men with big cocks that made Kate come over and over like the shameless slut she'd become. She lost count but knew she'd never come so often in her life as she had tonight. Now, she was coming on Michael's cock, possibly for the last time. It was an explosive orgasm and she felt Michael's cum shooting into her as they both moaned and panted. Kate was an exhausted, quivering mess. Michael and Bob eventually helped her to her feet and into the shower.

Epilogue - Thanksgiving, the following year

Kate hadn't seen her daughters in months and was thrilled that they would all be together for the holidays. Jack purchased first-class tickets for everyone, even Michael and his new wife, Angela. The divorce had been amicable enough. Michael didn't put up much of a fight and they'd parted on good terms.

Kate had to admit, Angela was a real catch. Michael had done well for himself. She was a brunette with an athletic build and nice curves. She was apparently talented too, a sous-chef at a fancy restaurant in Las Vegas. Kate wondered what she saw in Michael. Then again, she had been married to the man for years, even happily so. He could be quite charming.

Kate had no hard feelings. She actually couldn't remember being happier. Especially, since she'd started teaching again. She taught English and math at the local school in Manuel Antonio, where they lived in the villa with amazing views that Jack purchased for their escape. It felt like an escape, even though no one was actually chasing them.

Living with Jack had been amazing. Her feelings for him had only deepened. It wasn't just the security he provided, he also seemed to know exactly who she was and what she needed. Sex with Jack was still the best she'd ever had, but he understood that she craved variety. Kate learned that actually, they both did. They maintained an open relationship, with complete honesty and no jealousy.

The dinner was everything Kate could have wanted. The staff did a wonderful job. She was thankful for not having to do all of the cooking for a change. Kristin seemed really happy. Her and Jacob, the tech genius, were still going strong. Abby was still working as a VIP Escort, for Bob. She looked like a million bucks and was apparently socking money away as quickly as possible.

As dinner was winding down. After several bottles of wine had been consumed, the kids had gone out for the evening, leaving Kate and Jack alone with Michael and Angela. Kate had been working on Angela all day, letting details slip about their open relationship. Angela didn't seem surprised and had apparently learned some of the sordid details of the past from Michael.

Jack wasn't originally thrilled with Kate's plan. As supportive as he was about her desires, her having sex with her ex again was a bridge too far. Kate assured him that she didn't have feelings for Michael, which was mostly true. What she really wanted was to watch Jack ruin Angela with his big, powerful cock. Kate enjoyed watching Jack with other women because she knew exactly what they were feeling. Michael got off on being the cuckold, so it should be a real win/win for everyone. Certainly, Jack would enjoy ploughing Angela and making her scream the way women always did with him. It's a different sound they make, more guttural, or maybe primal.

Jack had been flirting with Angela all night and Kate could see that maybe her guard was starting to come down a little. Kate kept Michael engaged, catching up on life events. She was surprised he'd been able to find another job so quickly, but the DEA had honored their agreement and expunged all records of the event.

"Would you like to see Angela with another man," Kate whispered, escalating things another level. Angela was too engaged with Jack to have overheard. "Why don't we get another bottle of wine. Michael, let me show you the cellar."