Teacher to Escort

Their hands travelled everywhere once more, getting a get feel of their former teacher before I was turned over to straddle Michael. I don't think they had lost their erections since they saw me that night. I took control and eased myself down the full length of Michaels hard shaft while he squeezed my breasts.

I'd only been moving around on his cock, squeezing my tight pussy walls, for a few moments when Jarrod got behind me and pushed me forwards. I felt lube being applied to my arse, which by now was well versed to taking George's cock, then Jarrod grunted as he lined his cock up to slide in.

The four of us sighed to varying degrees when I was full of two young cocks. Michael held me, kissing and chewing on my nipples while Jarrod began to move first. He was groaning as if he were close to cumming, but he didn't. He took his time building a rhythm until he was able to fuck my arse. Michael then began to thrust upward, putting me in a cock sandwich, and at their mercy.

I came pretty quickly. The double penetration was another new experience. Having two cocks inside me was never a fantasy I really had, but it was certainly something I now enjoyed. I loved how my body revealed how much more I could handle.

Once I climaxed Jarrod stepped back, leaving my arse empty, only for George to take his place. My head of department was the more endowed of the three of them, and I felt it as he fed every inch up my rectum. I was then pulled upright and Jarrod stood over his friend in front of me.

I had Michael trying to fuck my pussy from underneath, while I tried to move with George literally bringing up the rear. The final piece in this sordid puzzle was having Jarrod hold my head and fuck my mouth. The three of them used me like that until I climaxed again, which almost brought one or two of them over the edge with me.

Instead, they slowly pulled out of my body, creating a vacuum of emptiness. They then gently laid me down and chuckled to each other while I laid there near drained of all my energy. Each were holding their hard cocks, needing their own release. I would have quite happily stayed there while they ejaculated all over me, but they had other ideas.

I was pulled to the end of the bed and turned onto my left side. Michael lifted my right leg up high and lined his cock up to enter my arse. I realised he was yet to have that pleasure. Jarrod stood in front of his friend, grinning as he lined his cock up against my pussy.

"Now that's what I call double penetration," George chuckled. "Fuck those holes boys. Fill Miss Grange with cum."

An almighty scream belted from my lungs as both cocks pushed into me. I felt one stretch my arse while the other filled my pussy. I could feel them like one giant cock fucking me. The boys laughed and groaned before they started fucking me together. I was clawing and clutching at the bed, begging that it was too much, but also whining it felt so good.

George came round to my head and stroked my face. Comforting me, or so he thought. I couldn't be comforted in that situation. Another orgasm was brewing inside of me. The only comfort that could be sort was reaching that climax. It had to be my last. I couldn't take much more of being gang banged by these guys. My prays were answered.

"Fuck! Here it comes. I'm gonna cum. Mmm!" Michael groaned.

"Fill her arse!" Jarrod hissed. "I'm gonna fill her tight cunt!"

"Do it!" I managed to breath. "Finish inside me!"

"Give her what she wants boys!" George joined in excitedly. "Give your former teacher Miss Grange your cum!"

Michael roared and squeezed my leg, pumping thick cum into my arse, filling my anal cavity. Jarrod then grunted and we started climaxing together. I banged my fist on the bed, screaming as he filled my pussy with his cum while I came. It was like a chain reaction of release that seemed to last forever.

When the two boys pulled out gasping and panting for breath, leaving my holes stretched and leaking cum, George took control and raised my legs onto his shoulders. For the first time ever, he thrust his cock inside my cum filled pussy and fucked me like a mad man.

The boys cheered at 'Miss Grange getting fucked like a whore,' which in essence I was. George was relentless and brutal, unable to contain his lusty rage. He slammed down into my body, battering my already battered pussy until he finally lunged into me and emptied his load deep. It triggered what was to be my final orgasm, then everything went hazy and in slow motion.

Maybe I passed out or maybe I fell into some other world of semi-consciousness, whatever it was I felt at peace. When I came around properly, I heard George saying goodbye to Jarrod and Michael. He then came to me and asked if I was ok.

"Did that really just happen?" I sighed.

George smiled. "It certainly did. You were amazing, Louise."

"Louise, Lucy, Miss Grange, I can't keep up," I laughed weakly. "My life is over. The boys will tell everyone they know about tonight." I was resigned to that fact, but it wouldn't hit home until the morning.

"No they won't," George tried to reassure me. "The boys know how lucky they were tonight. There's no video or photographic evidence to go viral. I didn't tell them you're an escort outside of school."

"I'm not an escort!" I exclaimed.

"I like how you deny that" George chuckled, smoothing my face. "It's cute. I can see why you mentally separate the two."

"Whatever. How do you know Michael and Jarrod?"

"I saw the awards they helped the school win. That photo of you with them at the Annual Science Awards. The rest doesn't matter." George was sneaky and secretive.

"What next?" I joked. "Don't answer that! I need to go home."

"The possibilities are endless, but probably too expensive for me!" George laughed.

The following month passed with everything back to normal. Normal as could be. That was until George disappeared. Rumours circulated about our new head of department being arrested. I slipped into a state of panic and anxiety. Nobody seemed to factually know why he'd disappeared and I couldn't get hold of him to confirm if the rumours were true.

Then, a couple of weeks later I was visited one evening by a couple of detectives. Everything was revealed. George had many skeletons in his closest from his old job. He'd been paying some of his former students for sex. They were all over the age of eighteen, so he wasn't charged with any crimes exactly, but it made me feel sick to my stomach.

The police had ransacked his place and found evidence of his activities with escorts, prostitutes and me. He had taken women back to his home, including his former students. They had hours of secretly recorded video evidence, including me, and the couple of hours I spent with Michael and Jarrod. My world collapsed.

The next day I received a phone call from the school informing me I had been suspended, impending further investigation. The school paid a lot of money to silence the local newspapers. It was to protect their reputation, not mine. I knew my teaching days were over.

Eventually, I was left alone by the police. I hadn't broken any laws that they were interested in charging me for. They had evidence of me handling money and then having sex, but they were more concerned about the students involved with George. The only relief I felt was that the girls were all eighteen and complicit.

I never found out what happened to George, but as I trudged up the stairs to my apartment, having lost my job for being an escort, which I bloody damn wasn't! I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw Carly seeing out a guy from her apartment.

The man looked sheepish but satisfied, adjusting his tie. I clocked the wedding ring on his finger as he passed me on his way down. Carly smiled from the door in her silk dressing gown, asking if I was ok.

"I need a job," I exhaled. "I've been fired."

"I know," Carly sympathised.

"You know?" I gasped.

"You stole one of my clients, remember?" Carly giggled.

"George?"

"Yes George!" Carly laughed. "He's in hiding with his career in ruins as well. You need a job you say?"

"Yeah," I sulked with my shoulders weighing heavy.

"Let's get you freshened up. You can have my eight o'clock meeting. Then we'll get you up and running as a proper escort. I think the teacher approach will go down a storm, and get you lots of high paying punters."

I smiled for the first time in weeks, then walked into Carly's welcoming arms. I never saw or heard from George again. He became a distant memory as my apartment became a place where businessman frequented for my personal services.