Teacher Training Pt4

Chloe Hunt sat in the bedroom, awaiting the next episode in the chain of indignity and humiliation that had befallen her. Quite how she’d gone from being a na? schoolteacher to a sextoy for all to enjoy in the space of four days she didn’t rightly know. It had all been such a blur.

Manly baritone voices from downstairs wafted up the stairs as they took their seats in readiness for the game of poker. Stealing a lungful of air and a glance in the mirror, the petite blonde was far from sure that the little black mask around the eyes would conceal her identity, especially from those that knew her intimately, like Jack Willis, the former lover with whom she’d shared six blissful months. And if not Jack, Bill Mason and Jeff Andrews, the headmaster and games teacher at Chloe’s school surely would recognise her.

Joining them was Charlie, her milkman, who’d hounded Chloe for a date over several months. Only one was totally unfamiliar: a huge black man whose physical presence alone frightened the demure schoolteacher half to death. The sextet was completed by Frank Manning, Chloe’s neighbour and the only one aware of her identity. As an added precaution, Chloe bunched her hair up into a blonde bun to make her less conspicuous.

The black and white off-the-shoulder French Maid’s outfit clung to her braless bosom, chafing the attentive teats beneath, a ridge of material running from nipple to nipple as the material stretched tautly. A length of frilly white lace trim ran around the top edge of the outfit leaving her shoulders exposed. A white lace collar hugged her neck whilst a little two-tone hat perched on her head. At the front, a spotless apron hung from her hips, the one-piece outfit ending somewhat abruptly thigh-high. Inevitably no panties had been provided.

Undoubtedly sexy on a figure like Chloe’s, she couldn’t help but admire her reflection, clocking a crooked smile borne of uncertainty and ever-present fear. She wasn’t at all sure what her role as hostess for the evening involved – serving drinks and food and attending to the men’s needs had been Frank Manning’s brief.

Slowly and with the uncertainty of Bambi on ice, the sexy blonde took to the stairs, the front room coming into view over the banister. The men had assembled at a round table and poker chips were being counted out into piles amid a volley of good-hearted banter as Chloe arrived at the door to present herself. “You really have excelled yourself this time, Frank,” enthused Charlie the milkman who was facing her way.

Not aware it was Chloe, his fantasy girl from next door, Charlie introduced himself, inducing a nervous smile. Not expected to speak, that suited her fine. It would give the game away if they heard her voice. Discovery would almost certainly mean being fired from the job she’d strived so hard to succeed at and the real probability of police intervention. Abusing a position of authority with a pupil was frowned upon in law as many teachers before Chloe had found out. If only she’d gone when the chance arose she wouldn’t be in this mess now. If only…

As she stood in the doorway, Chloe fiddled nervously with the mask, praying it would conceal her identity. A glance over at Jack elicited a lustful grin and a whistle of appreciation from her former lover. “Indeed he has excelled himself,” he concurred with seemingly no hint of recognition in his eyes. “Hi, I’m Jack.”

Chloe issued a thin smile, struggling go through with the charade. She just wanted to turn and run. The two teachers with whom she worked, and to whom it was the most essential she remained anonymous, had their backs to the door as she entered. However, their eyes bulged immediately as they craned around to see. “Oh my,” they gasped in unison before introducing themselves, eyes lingering and mentally undressing her.

Chloe forced a smile, before her attention passed to the only complete stranger in the group. “Hi, I’m Big Col,” confirmed the larger-than-life Afro-Caribbean who, complete with a wiry goatee, resembled Shaft.

Again Chloe pursed her lips in greeting.

“And you are?” enquired Big Col, causing Chloe’s heart to flutter.

“Sarah,” confirmed Frank Manning on his hostess’ behalf.

Tonight she was Sarah, Sarah the sexy French Maid.

“Well don’t just stand around, get us beers, chop, chop,” Manning commanded. “In the fridge in the garage, and bring something to nibble on.”

“I know what I’d like to nibble on right now,” mused Charlie, causing Chloe’s cheeks to redden.

The other men grinned, a similar thought in their minds too. Chloe issued a polite little curtsey before engineering a hasty exit. It was not hasty enough, however, to prevent Bill Mason from goosing her arse. Chloe squeaked and the other men shook their heads in mock dismay, berating the lecherous headmaster. Glad to be free of the claustrophobic living room, Chloe located the beer fridge and took a moment to compose. Removing a handful of cans, she filled six pint glasses and placed them on a tray with six bowls of Doritos and an assortment of dips from a nearby cupboard. “Come on Chloe Hunt, you can get through this,” she reassured herself.

Bill Mason wasted no time in picking up where he left off as Chloe leaned to place the glass on the coaster, taking an arse cheek firmly in hand. On the other side of her, Jeff Andrews did likewise, the two lecherous lecturers getting a good feel of the goods. Unashamedly the ancient headmaster sighed and uttered: “Mmmmmmmm, what a peachy little bum you have my dear.”

As if to emphasise the point he gave it a little slap. “Ouch,” Chloe complained, in the process causing the tray in her hands to rock.

The well-brimmed glasses shook and some beer splashed on the table cloth. Immediately Frank Manning banged his fist. “You clumsy girl.”

Chloe whimpered as the games master reached up to grip the nape of her neck, forcing her face down on to the table cloth. “Now lick up your mess,” he ordered.

Chloe did as she was told, extending her tongue to soak up the liquid deposit, tasting the beer on the tip. As she did so, the headmaster lifted her skirt and, after allowing a moment to admire its aesthetic curvature, he issued three slaps, harder this time than the playful one of earlier. Chloe sucked in air as tears welled up in her eyes. Struggling to compose herself, she breathed as deep and evenly as possible before rising with all the dignity she could muster. “That’s what happens to naughty little girls who spill drinks,” chided old man Mason with a devilish glint in his eye.

Chloe offered a pouted look of contrition before moving on around the table. Big Col thanked her as she leaned across, a nipple brushing his cheek, yet unlike the others he managed to keep his hands to himself. Shifting in his seat, Chloe couldn’t fail to notice the mammoth bulge in his trousers that rested upon a thigh. It had to be as thick as her wrist. The big man noticed the pensive glance, a look of smug self-satisfaction filling his face. Chloe swallowed hard before dispensing Jack and Charlie’s drinks without further mishap. Charlie ensured to stroke her inner thigh furtively before she completed the circle by putting down Frank Manning’s pint.

All six men supped gratefully, wiping backhands across frothed lips before checking their pocket cards as Chloe placed a bowl at each man’s side, dodging rogue hands that wanted to feel her up, and touch and grope her. Thankfully the ensuing game helped take their minds off carnal thoughts, though surely it was nothing more than a temporary reprieve. Chloe moved away from the table, hands crossed at her apron and awaiting further instruction.

Half an hour passed as the men huffed and bluffed and chomped and slurped, refills called for. When Chloe returned with the tray she discovered that Jack had won the first game and was collecting off the other five.

“How about we make this next game more interesting,” suggested Frank.

Unsubtle glances her way caused Chloe to blush. “The winner gets the lovely Sarah to sit on his lap for the duration of the game after that.”

“I’d rather she sat on my face,” chortled Charlie.

“All in good time,” replied the host with a leer.

The play was loose, the men clearly anxious to ‘get on’. Charlie took the game and Chloe made her way around the table. Charlie’s arms opened to receive her as Chloe plumped down in his lap. She could feel his warm, excited breath on her neck, making the downy hairs stand to attention. She could also feel the beginning of an erection press into her bum from beneath. Charlie, it seemed, was somewhat excited by the turn of events. His hands either side of her body reached for his cards. “Bring me some luck, darling,” he whispered in her ear, shifting so that the crack of her arse rubbed his cock tip. “Mmm, that’s it,” he slavered.

Chloe shifted uncomfortably, knowing the game could last an hour or more. Charlie ran his lips over her neck and did his damnedest to unease the miserable girl.