Tamed Cougar

Author's Note: As usual for my stories this one starts slow and builds. If you're looking for a quick wham bam thank you mam then my stories probably are not for you unless you just skip ahead to the sex. All of the characters are completely fictitious, except for the ones based on real people that I know. The names have been changed to protect the guilty. Everyone is over 18 years of age and are not breaking any laws, except for some backward ass (pun intended) sodomy laws and some indecent exposure ones. As always, constructive feedback is welcome. I do try to work readers’ ideas into my stories so if there is some activity, fetish or nasty idea  you would like added, let me know. – Tappy.

Tamed Cougar - The Professor Gets an Education

By Tappy McWidestance

This story begins last May, although in reality, it goes back 20 years. My name is Tammy M. I'm not going to give you my last name to protect the innocent, the not so innocent and the very satisfied. I'm 38 years old. I am a tenured professor at Mount Holyoke in South Hadley, Ma. For those who don't know, Mouth Holyoke is one of America's oldest all-girls colleges. I teach women's studies, an interdisciplinary examination of current events as they pertain to being a woman, and I teach philosophy. Of the two classes, the women's study class is the most interesting. It is almost always senior girls in that class, although on occasion a junior will sign up. I like it because it only meets for one lecture. After that the students work independently, although they must meet with me weekly, as they prepare a presentation on their topic of choice. The topic is ultimately their decision, although I have an advisory roll and I make sure they chose a topic worthy of a semester's worth of research. Their final presentation represents the entire grade in the class so choosing a poor topic is death to the final grade. Many of my students pick the class because they think it will be an easy 3 credits. It is not. The successful ones put in huge amounts of work. These are the girls I know are planning to continue their education all the way to the Doctorate level and who see this class as a training opportunity for how much work they will have to do on a Doctoral Thesis. In my philosophy class I try to expand my student's minds to think outside of the box and examine the world in ways their upbringing hasn't allowed them to do. This is not an easy class either. Many of the girls wash out and drop the class in the first weeks, but those who complete it, I think, do expand their world view and benefit greatly from my teaching.

As I said, my story really starts 20 years ago when I met my future husband. I was a freshman in college when I met him and we fell madly in love. We spent all four years of my college life dating and were married just two weeks after graduation. He was a marvelous man and a wonderful lover. We were together for 15 years and the fire never left our relationship. That is until he got cancer at the age of 33 and died less than 6 months later. I was devastated. Here I was 34 years old and for all I could tell my life was over. I moped around for the better part of a year just going through the motions. I'd gone from having a man passionately in love with me who showered me with physical attention and affirmation to having my right hand be my only companion. And a poor one at that. I'd never been a big fan of masturbation, but for that year, my fingers were my only sexual outlet.

At this point I should mention that since meeting my husband, his lovemaking skills had turned me into a bit of a nymphomaniac. We'd make love for hours on end and I would always climax multiple times. I'd never realized how much I needed sex until I wasn't getting it any more. As part of my grieving process I'd pledged never to be with another man, but after a year of frustration using my fingers, my willpower of remain true to my departed husband was at its lowest point when I finally succumb to temptation. We had a kid in the neighborhood that cut our grass. He was 18 or 19 by now and as I watched him cut our back yard and remove his sweat covered t-shirt to cool off I could feel myself being drawn to him. His tight chest was glistening with beads of sweat and I knew I had to have him.

I wondered if I'd need some grand seduction plan to entice him into hooking up with a woman almost twice his age, but I didn't. Although I don't consider myself old, I don't have the body of a 20 year old. I have a little extra padding and curves, although not too much, and my ample breasts have started to show the effects of gravity, but I still have a pretty face and I certainly have a world of love making experience. It was this experience which apparently struck a chord with my first conquest. I simply walked up to him and looked him straight in the eyes. He seemed to know what I wanted and was very happy to give it to me. Three times in fact. Finally my needs were met. At least for a day.

That night in bed I relieved what had happened. I masturbated to the vision of him sweating above me pounding me over and over and I came again. But I also had another vision. One of my reputation. As a respected member of the faculty, it was definitely in my best interests not to let word of my needs get around town. At the same time, the thrill of bedding a guy half my age was something I knew I didn't want to let go. Fortunately there was a solution.

South Hadley is about 90 miles west of Cambridge and all of the Boston area’s wonderful colleges and universities. Colleges and universities stocked with athletic and willing young men to keep my pussy and ego happy. Fortunately my husband's life insurance was enough to pay off our mortgage and my salary kept me living comfortably in the upper middle class. I could afford a regular weekend visit to my hunting ground. I'd leave campus about 3pm after my last class. I found a basic motel near town which was fairly inexpensive and clean enough. I didn't need a lot of services. The first thing I'd do in the room is strip off my conservative teaching clothes and lie on the bed until I could give myself a good orgasm. I would then shower and begin the process of reinventing myself for the hunt.

I'd always hated the term cougar. I still do. But it is appropriate. By the end of my transformation I would be dressed to kill. Competition was tough against the sleazy 20 something girls and in the jungle and survival of the fittest ruled. Depending on which area I was hunting this trip I might be dressed in a sexy cocktail dress (always split up the side showing a lot of leg and plenty of cleavage), stockings and high heels. Or sometimes it was a very tight pair of jeans, knee high boots (with a stiletto heel of course) and a tight white tank top. No matter what fashion style the weekend hunt brought, I'd be aggressive in controlling whomever I chose. I'd walk into a student populated bar and within minutes I'd know who I'd be leaving with. Invariably I would walk out and head back to my motel with some young stud that chose my experience over some ditzy college girl. They were never disappointed and I'd use every trick in my arsenal to keep them going all night until I finally collapsed in satisfaction. I'd sleep in the next morning. Sometimes I'd head home and other times I'd spend the day in Boston until I could repeat the hunt again that night, although sometimes an afternoon hunt was also on the agenda. In a way I was thankful that I taught at an all girl’s college because I don't know if I could have survived this period of my life surrounded by available college boys. I was still conflicted because in my mind a "good" girl doesn't spread for a boy within an hour of meeting him. Every time I made it home I'd promise myself that was my last hunting trip. I'd usually make it through the next weekend at home but then the weekend after that it was back to Boston for another sex safari.

This process went on for about 4 years.  I was getting what I needed and the boys were certainly satisfied with the life's wisdom I was giving them. I know they would be better lovers for whoever they ended up with because of what I taught them. At least that is what I told myself. I always made them wear a condom and I was also on the pill. On a few occasions I got a repeat performance when I'd hook up with a previous lover, but primarily it was fresh cock each trip I took. I always used a fake name (Elizabeth) and never mentioned that I was a teacher. I was always a lawyer (at the Ivy League bars) or some kind of an admin person (at the working class bars) and I tried not to hit the same bar more than once a year. So what does all this have to do with my story really beginning last May? Not much actually. Nobody discovered my secret and tried to blackmail me. I just thought you'd want to know where I was coming from.

At the end of last April my interdisciplinary students began to make their presentations. Some were good and some not so much. I was getting near the end of the presentations. I had two more scheduled for Friday afternoon. I was horny and looking forward to another trip to the hunting grounds. I had one presentation scheduled for 1pm. Each student got an hour and a half. At 3pm was my last presentation of the year and then I was free for the weekend. Next week I had to administer my philosophy final and finish grading the presentations and then it was summer break.

First up was Julie Sinclair. Julie was a 21 year old senior. She was also in my philosophy class. She was a delight in class and I was really looking forward to her presentation. I had been her academic advisor for the past three years and we got to know each other very well. Beyond the hour each week I had advised her on her research for this class, I'd spent countless hours counseling her on her future plans, graduate school at Harvard for starters, but we'd also spent a bit of social time outside of school. Her family was very wealthy. Her father is a CEO of a major corporation (the kind that donates buildings) and it was clear Julie was the apple of his eye and would get whatever she wanted. She was also exceptionally beautiful. I often wondered what it would be like to bring her on one of my hunting trips just to see the guys fawn and drool over her and make fools out of themselves trying to get her attention. But she seemed oblivious to the effect she must have had on them.

Normally I had one other professor and one student who made up the judging panel for these presentations. Unfortunately both had cancelled just before Julie was to begin. I'd managed to get replacements for my 3pm student, but couldn't find anybody on short notice for Julie. Still I knew she was going to kill this presentation so I decided to let her present anyway. It was my normal practice to run a video camera during the presentation so if I had any doubts as to the grade she deserved; I could always show the tape to someone for their opinion. Julie's topic was Female Sexual Liberation through the 20th Century. This may sound like a weird topic, but probably half the girls pick something sexual. I always assumed it had something to do with being an all-girls college and the fact that their hormones at this age always seemed to be raging. Usually these presentations ended up being pretty similar. In fact I'd already seen three others on this topic this semester alone. But the grade was focused on the research and presentation thereof so if Julie had done her work, she could still be ok. Right from the start I knew Julie's presentation would not be the same as the others.

The first clue was that she had brought visual aids. Of course most of the presentations had PowerPoint slides, printouts or physical examples. Julie's was the first I'd seen which had live models. The second clue was that she was dressed to kill. In fact she reminded me of how I dressed when hunting at the Ivy League schools. She was impeccable. Professional, yet sexy at the same time. Her blonde hair was done up and pulled into a very tight pony tail. She had glasses on, something I'd never seen before. They were round frames and made her look very studious. I wondered if the lenses were clear and were just for show. She was also wearing a tailored black suit. It fit perfectly and was definitely not off the rack. Her skirt was short, but not too short and the jacket was cut to give the illusion of an hourglass figure I knew she didn't possess. Like most of the rich kids in the school she was impossibly thin, but you wouldn't know it from the cut of the jacket. She finished the look with stockings and heels. She looked ready to conquer the world.

Her two assistants were younger and I didn't recognize them. They were dressed well, but not as professionally as Julie. She introduced them as Megan and Jackie. Apparently they lived in town and were not students. Julie and her assistants setup a translucent screen next to the podium. I noticed that they also had a large suitcase. Megan and Jackie disappeared behind the screen and Julie began her presentation.

As I suspected, Julie was well prepared, poised and had thoroughly researched her topic. Her models would appear dressed in clothing appropriate to the historical period Julie was talking about. They would then disappear behind the screen to change. Of course the screen hid them from view, but not completely. Their silhouettes were still visible. Given that a major part of Julie's presentation centered on how women can use their skills to allure and fan the flames of desire as a method of asserting dominance over the relationship, it was a brilliant piece of performance art. It also wasn't wasted on me. Although I had never been attracted to a woman, I was distracted by her assistants enough to miss some of what she was saying. Several times I caught myself watching them instead of actively listening. Thankfully I had the tape to refer back to so I could hear what I missed.

The zenith of Julie's presentation found her assistants appearing dressed in leather. As Julie explained, Megan was playing the role of the mistress and Jackie was her slave. Both were provocatively dressed. Megan's outfit consisted of a bustier and boots. Jackie wore a leather bra and panty set but also a collar and had her hands cuffed in front of her. There was a chain, a leash I guess would be the proper term, wrapped around the cuffs and held taught by Megan. Immediately my interest picked up. How was Julie going to spin this?

She began by describing the lifestyle of BDSM. Having no practical knowledge of the subject myself, I couldn't tell if she was describing academic research or if she had firsthand experience, but I hung on every word. She described how some people are natural dominants, or tops, and how some people were submissive, or bottoms. I started to think how I treated my never-ending string of conquests. I was definitely in charge of those encounters, although I never had thought of "topping" one of the boys in the method Julie was describing. Still I knew I got a sexual thrill out of setting the terms of our rendezvoused so what she was saying struck a deep chord with me.

When she began to describe the submissive side of the equation I was struck with how a woman could allow herself to be treated as an object for the gratification of her partner. At this point Megan bent Jackie over the table where Julie's laptop was running the PowerPoint slides and began to lightly spank her. I knew it was a mock demonstration, but it was effective nonetheless. For the first time I pictured myself spanking one of the boys I picked up at the bar. I didn't know if it would be fun, but I understood the power trip Julie was describing. Still I wasn't sure how this lascivious display fit into her presentation on sexual liberation.

Fortunately for her, and me, she was prepared to answer that question without me even asking. The last section of her presentation was a description of how the true power in a BDSM relationship comes from the submissive consenting to serve the dominant. Again I had no practical knowledge of the subject but it made sense. Julie described how the submissive has the power to stop the relationship thereby depriving the top of their need to control. Absent of raping your partner, the will to consent to serving your master or mistress is where the real power in the relationship lies. In fact, Julie explained, for the submissive, the act of consent to voluntarily give up all choice as to what is happening is extremely liberating.

This was how she tied her entire presentation together. Throughout the ages, although she had focused on the 20th century, oppression of woman's sexual freedom was rampant. The law, sexual discrimination, sexual harassment and societal pressures kept women from being on an equal footing with men. However, as she noted, women have the power to control men through their use of sex and also to have a meaningful sexual life themselves.

Julie's presentation was powerful and moving. As she was packing up her laptop, Megan and Jackie changed back into their street clothes. Julie asked how the presentation went and I told her, honestly, that I wasn't 100% sure of her conclusions, but that she obviously had researched the material and presented it well. Since that was the main thing, I told her she would be getting a good grade. I then surprised myself by blurting out (Freudian slip perhaps) that I understood how a woman can take charge of any sexual situation.

This seemed to pique Julie's interest and she asked me to elaborate. I blushed a bit. I really had not wanted to discuss this with her, but since I'd accidently brought it up, I was trapped. I told her how since my husband had died I preferred the company of young men because they were simple. I told her they were easy to control, use and dispose of. She surprised me by asking if I found that satisfying. I told her that it was a good exchange. They made me feel pretty and desirable and I gave them life experience. She said I didn't understand her question and clarified it.

"But do they make you cum?"

I was stunned by her directness and paused uncomfortably before answering.

"No, usually not. I need to take matters into my own hands in that regard," I replied truthfully.

"Yeah, that's the problem with most boys," she added. "Sounds like you need a real man."

"Don't we all. Don't we all."

Julie agreed with me, but stated emphatically that she never had trouble finding a real man to keep her satisfied. I thought to myself that the way she looked, carried herself and with her father's money, of course you could have any man you wanted. But I held my tongue and kept my opinion to myself.

"Say Ms. M, tomorrow we're going to a party where there will be plenty of eligible men. Why don't you come with us?" she asked.

"I don't fraternize with students, Julie," I told her. "It's a conflict of interest."

"Come on, it will be fun. We’ve hung out before and besides, I've all but graduated."

"I don't know. Going out for coffee is one thing. Going out to pick up guys is another. Also, I was going to Boston tonight to meet some friends," I told her. It wasn't really a lie. Today was almost the end of my school year too and I was going to celebrate with a new conquest.

I watched as Julie pulled out a piece of paper and started writing something down.

"Here is my address and cell number. It's a house we rented for the school year. My roommate and I are planning to lounge by the pool in the afternoon, enjoy some cocktails and then go to the party. If you decide to come, just show up."

I told her I'd think about it and she, Megan and Jackie left. I had half an hour to reset for the final presentation.

That night as I was at the hunting grounds Julie's words about dominance and submission were running through my head. I had been doing my usual seduction dance on a group of boys from MIT. They were nerds in desperate need of sexual education. I knew I could wrap any of them around my finger. But Julie's explanations of the liberation in letting somebody else take charge kept invading my consciousness. There were also a few older men in the bar and one of them had confidently been staring at me as I played pool with the boys. Usually when I'd catch one of these guys staring I'd shoot them a look and they'd turn away. But this guy was different. He continued to watch me even when I was looking straight back at him. He had the same confidence I usually used on my prey.

I found myself looking back at him every few moments. Each time he returned my gaze with a fiery intensity which I found incredibly exciting. I managed to play a few more games of pool with the group of boys I had chosen before my mystery man finally approached me. I think the boys were a bit jealous as he swooped in and whispered in my ear. I hate to admit that what he said buckled my knees and I left the bar seconds later with his arm wrapped around my waist. I'm sure the boys were stunned. I'd made it perfectly clear to them that I intended to take one of them back to my motel. Instead I meekly allowed myself to be led to this powerful man's car, back to his townhome and finally to his bedroom.

His confidence and control was a major turn-on and I think I finally understood what Julie had been talking about being liberated by giving up control. He knew what I was looking for in the bar and made sure I received it before taking his own pleasure. Four hours later he delivered me back to my car, tired but satisfied. I practically crawled into bed at the motel and slept like a log. When I woke the next morning, I decided to drive home instead of spend another day hunting. All of a sudden my dalliances with the young boys didn't seem so satisfying and I needed to reevaluate what I wanted.

All the way home I thought about what Julie said about letting go and becoming liberated. I didn't see myself as a submissive, but perhaps inexperienced lovers I could control wasn't the way to go either. When I got home I watched the video of her presentation and studied it more closely. I had not planned to accept Julie's invitation to the party, but I wanted to talk to her more about her presentation. Perhaps I could just visit her in the afternoon and then leave. I called her to make sure that was OK and she assured me that it was. She said her roommate, Heather, and her were just lying out by the pool. I should bring my suit and head over.

I knew if I thought about it I would chicken out so I grabbed a bikini and headed over to the address Julie had given me. When I pulled up I was surprised to see how nice of a house it was. Usually student's rent the cheapest places they can find, but this one was well manicured and sized way too big for a couple of students. I guess when your family has money you can afford to live better than the typical student. I rang the doorbell, but there was no answer so I found the gate and walked around to the back yard. There I found Julie and another girl I assume was Heather lying back on two lounge chairs. Both were naked. Needless to say I was a little shocked so I cleared my throat to announce my presence.

Julie sat up and turned toward me. If she had any hint of embarrassment to being naked in her backyard I couldn't detect it. She said hello and beckoned me to come over, which I did. She introduced me to Heather. Clearly I was the uncomfortable one. There was a pitcher of orange juice, probably screwdrivers I imagined, sitting on a table between them. Liquid courage. Perhaps that was why they weren't embarrassed.

Julie offered me a glass which I gladly accepted. I took a sip and indeed it was mixed with a strong amount of vodka. I took a swig and sat the glass back down on the table.

"We've got maybe two more hours of good light," Julie said to me. "Let me pull up another lounger while you strip down."

"I brought a bikini," I countered.

"It's just us girls and the fence is high. Nobody can see you. You don't want tan lines do you?"

"I really shouldn't even be here, Julie, but I wanted to talk to you about something. Where can I change?" I replied.

"I'll show you to our spare bedroom. I need to refresh our cocktails anyway."

Julie stood. I couldn't help but admire her body. It was flawless. Time is a cruel mistress and youth is wasted on the young I remember thinking. I followed her into the house. As I surmised from the landscaping, the luxurious touches continued through the gourmet kitchen. I didn't see much else of the first floor as the guest bedroom was just down a short hallway, but I assumed the rest of the house was just as nice.

"Meet you back outside," Julie said as she left me to change.

I took off my clothes and neatly folded them on the bed. My bikini wasn't the most revealing. It covered me pretty well and I felt comfortable in it. Still it wasn't totally without sex appeal and I thought I filled it out pretty well. I walked back onto the patio. Heather was still laying on the same chaise she had been on when I arrived, but Julie was not sitting on a new one she had pulled over. That left her original lounger free so I lay down between them. As Julie had said, the pitcher had been refilled. I hurriedly drank my glass down in an effort to calm my nerves.

Both Julie and Heather had placed towels over their eyes and we just lying back soaking in the rays. I poured myself another drink and quickly downed it. I was starting to loosen up. Julie asked what I wanted to talk about and I told her I had reviewed the video of her presentation and that I had some questions I'd like her to clarify.

We talked and I drank for the next hour. Heather chimed in on occasion, but mostly it was just Julie and I. She was very free talking about sex and I found myself opening up to her about my husband and my sex life since his death. Maybe I was just a little drunk, but I found myself opening up to her about my trying to be in control with the boys and how last night I let myself get picked up by a man who took charge of me instead. I'd never been able to talk to somebody so freely about sex.

It was also very strange because both women had their eyes covered while I openly gazed at their naked bodies. I tried to look away, but I couldn't. I was drawn to their naked forms like a moth drawn to a flame. It wasn't sexual, per say, but a desire to be free from the societal bonds which had always held me. In a way it was like what Julie had presented in her presentation about the liberation of sexual freedom only it was playing itself out, at least in my mind, in the backyard of one of my students.

The sun was past its peak for tanning when Heather announced she had to go to the bathroom and stood up. For some reason I watched her perfect behind walk toward the house. Julie commented that she always though Heather had a perfect ass. I was busted and turned back to Julie who had removed the towel from over her eyes and was looking at me with her piercing eyes. I stammered something about not really looking but we both knew I was.

The pitcher of screwdrivers was almost gone and Julie asked if she should make more. I didn't need any more booze, but I was desperate to change the conversation from my gawking at a student so I said sure. Julie stood up and I found myself staring again. This time however she was staring back with the same intensity as the man last night. I wilted under the pressure and averted my eyes looking down to the ground.

"Don't worry Ms. M, I don't mind if you look," she said. "Why don't you come help me with the drinks?"

I managed a weak smile and held out my hand. She took my hand and helped me stand. I was a little wobbly from the vodka, but the touch was still electric and I felt a surge flow through my body. Julie directed me to walk in front of her and gave my butt a playful swat. I jumped a little and quickly headed to the door.

Once inside she told me to grab the OJ from the fridge while she got another bottle of vodka. I retrieved the gallon jug while she opened a fresh 1.75L of Stoli. She was generous as to the amount of vodka she put in the pitcher before filling it the rest of the way with OJ. No wonder I was buzzed. She asked me to stir her concoction while she put everything away. When I finished I asked if we were going back outside.

"Nope, the light is done for today. It's time for inside games," she replied.

There was only one kind of inside game I knew of you played naked. I was rooted to the floor paralyzed by fear. I watched as Julie walked toward me. She had the same look of determination I had so many times used on my inexperienced boys. I tried to raise my hands to defend myself from her advance, but she simply took my wrists in her hands and held my arms while she kissed me. It was a passionate kiss. I was losing control.

"I know you were looking at me while we sunbathed, Ms. M," she said after breaking our first kiss. "You want to touch my breasts, don't you?"

I shook my head no, but I lacked conviction.

"Sure you do," she cooed. "Older women are so easy to read. You've been thinking about me for the last 24 hours and even bedded a stranger to try and feel what I was talking about."

She leaned in and kissed me again. This time I began to kiss her back. My mind was lost in a haze of erotic feelings as I felt her pull my arms in and place my hands over her breasts. She then let go, but my hands remained as if held there by some unseen force. With her hands now free, she gripped the sides of my head and pulled me tighter into a passionate kiss. I felt her tongue enter my mouth. She was better than any guy I had ever kissed. I knew that for a fact. I also knew I could feel my pussy starting to get wet. This can't be happening I thought.

Julie took my hands back in hers and pulled them down and then behind my back. In doing so she pulled me into a tight embrace and I felt my will to resist her melting as fast has my leg's ability to support me.

"Just go with it," she cooed. "I know what you need."

She moved in and began to suck on my neck. This is one thing that always got to me. I flinched, I giggled and I began to swoon. Just then I felt something cold and metallic on my wrist. Before I could react I heard the first ratchet and click around my left wrist. I tried to pull away but Julie's grip was too strong and soon Heather had the other end of the handcuffs on my right wrist. I was trapped.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I screamed as I pulled away from them.

"We're going to test if you are really as liberated as you teach," Julie replied.

"The hell you are," I shouted as I turned and ran out of the kitchen. I knew I wasn't going anywhere fast, but I wasn't into this at all. I ran to the guest bedroom, but my neatly folded clothes were no longer on the bed. Heather must have hidden them on me. She now had my wallet and car keys too. The girls appeared at the door blocking my escape. Julie advanced on me again and soon my head was once more in her hands as her tongue explored every inch of my mouth. Beyond the desire to escape the handcuffs, her expert tongue and aggressive nature was turning me on. Involuntarily I moaned into her mouth. I could tell both she and Heather heard me. I was helpless as Heather moved behind me and began untying my bikini top. She then reached around me and cupped my breasts giving my hardening nipples a firm squeeze. Again I moaned into Julie's mouth. Heather then released my breasts and Julie stopped kissing me. She looked me straight in my eyes and reached out and took hold of my nipples. She gave them a squeeze much harder than Heather had done and then pulled them toward her and let them snap back. I let out a moan.

“Oh, you like it rough do you,” she stated emphatically.

Next Heather began to pull my bikini bottom down and I began to fight back. I squirmed and shook my ass, but it wasn't a fair fight. A stinging slap to my rear calmed me down and soon I was naked. Julie was still abusing my nipples and began kissing me again when I felt Heathers fingers begin to probe my pussy lips. I was wet from the attention. I knew it and soon Heather would know it. When she slid her finger inside of me my knees buckled.

"Looks like we have a live one here, Julie," I heard Heather exclaim with Joy.

"That we do. That we do," she replied. "Let's see if she's got any skills."

Julie broke the kiss and started to press down on my shoulders. I looked at her with a fiery determination not to do as she was suggesting, but Heather kicked the back of my right knee causing me to lose my balance. She then hit my left leg. I landed with a thud on my knees. My face was right in front of Julie's young pussy. I'd never licked a pussy before, but before I could react to my position, I felt her grabbing my hair and pulling me against her mound.

"That's a good teacher. Let's see what you know," she sneered as she began to grind against my face.

I like to say I resisted and I guess I did for as long as I could. It was perhaps 2 or 3 whole seconds before I began eating her out. I'd never had any desire to be with a woman before, but Julie's dominance over me had me turned on more than I ever had before. While I was servicing her, I felt Heather run her hand down my back and over my ass. She must have knelt behind me because while I felt her rubbing my butt I once again felt her finger begin to penetrate me. Then I felt two fingers and then three. I felt so naughty and wicked.

Julie continued to hold my head tight against her pussy, although in truth there was no need to hold me anymore. I lavished her pussy with my tongue's praise determined to do a good job. I didn't really know what I was doing, but her juices told me I was doing something right. I then felt Heather stop rubbing my butt and begin to spread my ass cheeks with her free hand. I'd never had anything up my butt before, but when I felt her spit between my ass crack, I knew that was where her fingers were going to go.

I think I might have wiggled my bum in invitation to her change of venue. I'm not really sure. I know that as soon as I felt her first finger begin to push against my brown eye, I clenched. For the second time I felt Heather's palm contact my ass cheek.

"Loosen up girly," I heard her say.

I tried, but it wasn't easy. Heather kept working her finger and slapping my ass until she finally had her middle and ring fingers buried deep inside of me. She then leaned forward lifting my ass with her fingers until she could whisper in my ear, "This is only the beginning. I'm going to fuck your ass with my strap-on later."

The side consequence, or benefit, of her lifting me was to force me deeper into Julie's pussy. Heather's warning about fucking me up the ass lit a fire in my pussy and the next time Julie pulled my head back to give me air I begged her to let me cum.

"Oh my God," I whimpered. "I'm so hot. Please get me off."

Julie just looked down at me and laughed. "You'll learn. We cum first, then if we're pleased with you, you might get to orgasm."

With that she pulled me tight against her pussy again. This time she didn't seem concerned about riding my tongue. She was more interested in rubbing her pussy against my face. Up and down. Down and up she slid my face against her crotch. Her scent was overpowering as my nose was introduced at close range to a climaxing woman. It was intoxicating as was her flavor. She held me tight as she convulsed against my face until she was apparently satisfied. At that point she pushed me over and I fell to the floor.

I watched as she walked out of the room without as much as a thank you. My view didn't last long, however, as Heather rolled me onto my back and then sat on my face. One again my mouth was plastered against a very leaky pussy. This time, however, my nose was buried between her cheeks and up against her asshole.

Although I had clearly submitted to Julie, Heather seemed to be the one getting off more on dominating me. She'd lift off of me every minute or so to give me breath. She'd then insult me by calling me a whore, a dyke or a slut and would then grind her ass back on my face. I felt her leaning down and was hoping she was going to 69 me. Instead I felt her flick my clit with her finger. It stung a bit, but it also was arousing. I knew I only needed a little more stimulation to cum and if this was all I could get, then so be it.

I did my best to get her off figuring she would take pity on me and help me cum if I did the same for her. I was half right. She came much like Julie had convulsing on my face and showering me with her juices. I knew I only needed a few more strokes from her finger to orgasm myself, but as soon as she was done, just like Julie before her, she stood up and walked out of the room. Damn her.

I was desperately on the edge but with my hands cuffed behind me there was no way I could reach my pussy to give myself satisfaction. I began to scan the room, this time not for escape routes but for something, anything to rub my needy pussy against. The only sharp edge I could find was on the edge of the dresser. It wasn't perfect but it had to do. I rolled myself over and then onto my knees. It was a bit of a struggle as I was not practiced in having my arms immobilized but I was able to stand up and then straddle the corner of the dresser so the edge would contact my pussy.

The first touch was electric as I slid my dripping snatch along the edge. I looked up and saw myself in the dresser mirror. Gone was the always in charge mature woman. In her place was a wanton vixen doing whatever she could to have an orgasm. I shook as wave of energy surged through my body. I looked up again to see myself and saw Julie and Heather standing in the doorway. They were all smiles at my lascivious display. Julie was also holding a video camera.

That was the last straw for me. My new persona had been captured for posterity. From her position she would have a perfect view of my ass as I ground my pussy on the corner of the dresser, my handcuffed hands which were the cause of my needing to use the dresser and the reflection in the mirror of my face as I exploded in a soul shattering, mind numbing orgasm.

I was glad it was daytime because I'm sure my screams of joy would have woke the neighborhood if this had been the middle of the night. It was far and away the best orgasm of my life, captured for eternity by Julie and her accomplice. I was undone. If that tape ever got out my teaching career was history. Of course at that moment I wasn't thinking of any of that. I was humping the dresser trying to cum again. Fireworks were exploding in my head and I was moaning uncontrollably. The view of myself in the mirror helped fuel a second orgasm. If you looked up slut in the dictionary you would have probably seen my picture as I continued to ride the corner of the dresser until my body could take no more and I slumped back to the floor in a heap.

I watched passively as Julie stood over me with the camera while Heather knelt down. Julie zoomed in on my red, swollen pussy while Heather spread my lips with one hand and stuck two fingers inside of me. I don't know if the camera could hear it, but I definitely heard the squish. I'm glad the camera couldn't smell my arousal because the whole room was filled with the smell of happy women. I lay passively as Heather pulled her glistening fingers back out and showed the camera. She then moved her fingers to my mouth as Julie recorded me cleaning my own juices off her fingers.

My humiliation complete, Julie stopped recording. The pair then helped me stand just long enough to remove the handcuffs and lay me on the guest bed. My legs were still wobbly and my whole body was still buzzing. I offered no resistance as the pair recuffed my hands above my head to the top of the bed.

"Time for you to rest, pet," Julie said. "We'll be back for you in a couple of hours."

She then leaned over me and gave me a gentle, but passionate kiss. Julie then turned to leave and Heather repeated the goodnight kiss only she was less gentle and including a quick rub of my clit eliciting anther moan. She then whispered in my ear, "I haven't forgot about your ass, slut. I'm going to take it later tonight."

Heather turned to leave and Julie covered me with a sheet. They then turned off the light and left. I never slept in the afternoon, but today I was out like a light. I woke some time later as Julie was shaking my shoulder.

"Wake up sleepyhead. Time to go out and party."

My eyes quickly adjusted to the light and I saw Heather and Julie dressed very professionally much like Julie had been during her presentation. Her outfit, however, was much sexier than I remembered it. Of course it could have been that she was showing much more skin and wearing higher heels than in my classroom. Heather was holding two hangers with what must have been my clothes for the evening. I could make out much, but it looked like a plaid skirt and a white blouse.

Julie unhooked me from the bed and helped me stand up. She then escorted me to the bathroom and watched me as I peed. "I don't want you getting any ideas about playing with your pussy," she told me. I was totally embarrassed, but I also had to go and eventually I relaxed enough to do what I had to do.

Looking in the bathroom mirror I certainly had the look of someone who just got fucked. But Julie didn't give me time to fix my hair or make-up. I was escorted back to the bedroom where Heather had laid out my clothing. Besides a short skirt and the blouse, there was a pair of black patent leather pumps and nothing else. Then it hit me. This was a Catholic school girl's uniform. Without underwear it was a naughty Catholic school girl and I'm sure the skirt was shorter than regulation and the blouse was much more transparent than usual, but that is what it was. I looked back at Julie with an "I can't wear this" expression.

She just smiled. "Tonight you are the student and we are your teachers. We figured you should dress the part."

The tone in Julie's voice left no doubt that I wasn't going to win an argument about my outfit. As I began to get dressed I started to dread going out in public like this. Julie had told me we were going to a party. She had not said where but odd were good that I'd run into some students. How was I going to explain this short skirt which would be showing off my ass and pussy every time I sat down or God forbid bent over? The top didn't leave me feeling any better. The sheer fabric clearly showed the outline of my braless tits. Heather didn't give me the minor protection of buttoning it all the way up. Instead she cut the top three buttons off, buttoned the next two which covered most of my breasts and then tied the bottom of the shirt in a knot exposing my midriff. As I looked in the mirror the entire package screamed slut. What the hell did they have planned for me?

Fortunately I didn't have long to wait. Almost as soon as I was ready, I was ushered into the back seat of Heather's sports coupe I'm glad it had been parked in the garage because I'm sure I flashed my beaver as I contorted myself past the front seat and into the back.

"Lift your skirt up so you're sitting bare-assed on the leather," Julie instructed.

"Yeah, and spread your legs as wide as you can and wrap your arms around the headrests," chimed in Heather.

Julie looked at Heather and smiled in approval. I was not so pleased, but I complied. I felt wide open and exposed, although I suppose nobody from outside the car would really see anything. Still I did feel a trickle of juices begin to leak from me. Apparently my body did not understand that this was not normal.

We hit the road just as the sun was setting with destination unknown, at least not to me. We got on the highway and headed east. I wondered if we were going all the way to Boston. I knew this road well, but I was unfamiliar with the exit we took at the next town. The first thing I noticed was a truck stop. I got nervous. Julie had mentioned a party with lots of guys. Certainly this is not what she meant. Fortunately we drove past the entrance. The second driveway was for an adult bookstore. This wasn't a better choice in my mind, but fortunately she didn't turn there either. However, I did feel her slowing down and she did turn at the third driveway. You can probably guess that it was the trucker trifecta and we pulled into a rundown looking strip, I'm sorry, gentlemen's club. My first impression from the outside was there was very little chance that any gentlemen were inside.

I didn't want to get out of the car. I didn't understand why Julie and Heather wanted to even go inside. Heather moved the front seat forward so I could climb out. I shook my head.

"Don't make me go in there dressed like this," I pleaded.

"Dressed like what?" Heather mocked me.

I frowned. "Dressed like a tramp," I countered.

My legs were still spread. I didn't have the common sense to shut them when they opened their doors. That gave Heather easy access to slide her teasing fingers back into my simmering pussy. She gave me a couple quick strokes and then pulled her glistening fingers out and held them up under the dome light.

"It looks like you want to go inside. Come on. We don't have all night."

I didn't care what my leaky pussy was saying, I didn't want to leave the car. Heather backed away from the door and Julie took her place. I was fully expecting her to threaten me, but instead she just looked at me. It was a stern look. It was the same look that made me melt earlier today. It was a no nonsense look. She knew I would do whatever she wanted and she knew that I knew that as well. Defeated I climbed out of the back seat. I don't know if anybody saw my ass as I stretched my legs to slip under the front seatbelt. I knew my skirt had not dropped into position yet. But I wasn't about to look around and find out if I had just flashed somebody. The quicker we got this over the better.

"Alright, you win. Let's go," I said while straightening the micro mini.

The inside of the club didn't look much better than the outside. There was a bouncer at the door, but he didn't bother checking Julie or Heather's ID. I did look me up and down. We only walked a few feet into the club when an elegant looking woman about my age walked up and warmly greeted Heather and Julie. Obviously this was not the first time they had been here. I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

Julie pulled me over and introduced me to "Madam" Clarissa. She was warm and outgoing and she welcomed me to her club. She was the owner. I smiled weakly.

"Where did you find this one girls? She's tasty," my new friend commented.

"She's one of my professors," Julie replied. "We're taking her on the town tonight."

"Well enjoy yourselves. I know you always do. If you need anything, let me know."

Julie and Heather said goodbye to her. I just nodded at her when she waved goodbye to me. I watched as Julie went over to the bar and ordered three drinks. The bartender gave her the drinks. I didn't see her pay. She brought them back to us and I asked her about that.

"We drink on the house. Clarissa likes having us here. Word gets around at the truck stop and soon the place will be full with guys trying to pick us up."

"You don't go with them do you?" I asked.

"No, but they'll dump a lot of money trying," she laughed.

I watched as she walked back to the bar. This time she gave the bartender two $20 bills. In return she got 8 $5's which she handed to me.

"Heather and I are going to grab a table. Go sit on the rail. Sniffers row I think they call it. Enjoy the show."

I watched as Julie and Heather made their way into the club. So this was their plan. I was going to sit by myself ogling naked women while horny guys make their way over from the truck stop to pick me up. Great. Wonderful.

I looked up at the dimly lit stage. There were two dancers. Both were topless. The one on the stage near me had seen better days for was sure. Each was on a round stage with a rail and stools surrounding it. There was a pole in the center and a narrow connecting stage between them. I had no clue what I was supposed to do. There were a couple of guys sitting around each stage but the place was pretty empty. I watched as the closest dancer shook her butt in the guy's face and he placed what looked like a dollar under the strap of her g-string. That was pretty dang cheap I thought. I assumed that was what Julie wanted me to do. At least she had given me $5's instead of singles. I sat down on the last stool. I could feel my skirt riding up in the back. I was horrified but I didn’t move to pull it down. I was sure this was part of Julie’s plan.

The song ended and the closest dancer walked off the stage and into the audience. I lost track of her as I was concentrating on the far dancer who was making her way across the connecting stage to the one closer to me. She looked familiar. I couldn't quite place her though. Then it hit me. It was Megan from Julie's presentation. What the heck was she doing here? I guess the real question was what the heck was I doing here?

She moved very gracefully. I was watching her in an academic sense judging her skills not in the erotic sense like the two other men sitting to my left. She was definitely working them. She was also much sexier than the last dancer. If there was any justice in the world they would be forking over a lot of cash to her, but alas she managed only $3 from the pair. She then moved over to me. She immediately recognized me and gave me a little wave as she began her well rehearsed moves. Just a few hours ago I'd never had a woman's pussy in my face let alone having a stripper bump and grind in front of me in public. But here she was and I wanted to bury my face between her sweaty thighs. I could feel the moisture beneath my tiny skirt. I knew I was as damp as she was, but mine was not caused by sweat. I could feel the vinyl top of the stool I was sitting on begin to stick to my pussy. It was disgusting, but I didn’t care. At that moment I was focused entirely on Megan.

Megan continued her dance and I continued to become more aroused. She must know the music very well because I didn't even realize the song was ending when she cocked her hip toward me and pulled out her g-string for me to tip her. I joyfully slid the $5 onto the few other dollars and she mouthed a thank you. As the song ended she exited the stage. This time I watched her instead of the other dancer. Megan began to make the rounds of the patrons sitting at tables. I didn't understand what she was doing, but when she got to Heather and Julie I saw Julie nod and stand up. I watched as they disappeared behind a curtain.

My attention was then snapped back to the dancer on my stage that had already dispatched with the other two guys at the rail. She was older than Megan, but not by much. Early twenties I'd estimate. She looked like she had a hard life. I felt sorry for her. She wasn't working too hard and I doubted she got as many tips as Megan. Still I deposited my second $5 when she was done. She seemed surprised. When she exited the stage she stopped at my chair and asked if I wanted a private dance. I must have looked confused because she pointed to the curtain I'd seen Megan and Julie disappear behind.

"Oh," I said. "No thank you," I replied.

I doubted the girls got many courteous patrons, but I tried to be nice to her. She took my rejection in stride and moved on to the tables. My attention was back to the stage for a good looking blonde who was working the first guy into frenzy. I was frothing a bit too by the time she gave me her attention and I gladly handed over the $5. I don't know how much a private dance costs, but I would have been happy to pay her. I followed her with my eyes as she left the stage. A guy practically jumped out of his chair at the first table she stopped at handing over money as fast as he could. I noticed Julie had returned. The waitress was delivering another round of drinks and Heather gave her a little swat on the behind.

So it went for a few more dancers until I noticed Jackie take the first stage. I guess this made sense since Megan worked here. Julie must have met them both before and hired them for her presentation. I pretty much ignored the dancer on my stage as my eyes were fixated on Julie slowly removing her clothes on the first stage. I heard the dancer on my stage clear her throat and looked up to see her holding her g-string open. I snapped back to the pile of bills in front of me and made a donation. I don't think she was happy I hadn't been watching her. What can I say? Jackie was captivating and another dancer I would be happy to take to the private room.

The waitress deposited another drink in front of me along with another stack of $5 bills. By the time they were gone I'd sat through 7 dancers a couple of times and thoroughly drenched the stool with my juices. If I had not been in public I would have gladly stuck my hand under my skirt and got myself off. In a way I was thankful that I was not sitting with Heather and Julie because they probably would have fingered me just to see me cum in public. I'd watched them between dancers and both had disappeared behind the curtain on more than one occasion. I bet they had used that opportunity to cum. Dirty girls. Oh how I wished I could do that.

Finally when I was out of money, I peeled myself off the spool, stood up and walked over to their table. Looking back toward the stage, I saw one of the other guys who had been sitting near me sniffing and then licking the top of my stool. “What a pig,” I thought. I plopped down just as the blonde I most lusted after appeared at the side of the table.

"Another private dance Heather?" she asked. Her voice was smooth like velvet. I'm sure she made a great living here.

"Not right now, but I bet Tammy here would like one," she said.

The dancer looked down at me and I stared up at her. The underside of her breasts was glistening in the reflections from the spotlights. My lust was in overdrive. "Sure," I said. "How much?"

"$25 for one song, $40 for two," she replied.

I reached for my purse when I realized I didn't have it. It was at Julie's house.

"Um, I don't have any money," I had to admit.

"Don't worry," Julie chimed in reaching for her wallet. She'd already spent $80 to get me hot and bothered at the rail. Now she was paying to have me get a private dance. In my head I wondered what kind of payback she was going to demand of me. I didn't care, though. Right then the only thing that mattered was getting this dancer behind the curtain.

I watched as she pulled two more $20's out of her purse. I looked around sheepishly to see if anybody was watching. Like they had told me, the place seemed to be filling up and most of the eyes were not on the two stages but were on our table. Julie looked at the dancer. "Give her two of your best," she said as she started to hand over the money. Before the dancer could grab it, however, she pulled her hand back. I watched as it disappeared back into her purse and a third joined it. "An extra $20 if I can join her," she said. The dancer didn't even hesitate. "No problem." I was whisked away toward the curtain. I didn't know what was about to happen, but I was sure my dripping pussy would be involved.

Behind the curtain were several semi-private booths. Julie directed me to one and as I was moving to sit down on the vinyl cushion, she lifted the hem of my skirt much like I had done in the car. She whispered in my ear "I don't want that skirt getting wet," as she positioned my ass on the seat. I knew I was going to flood the booth the way I had flooded the stool next to the stage. I knew Julie must know that also. I wondered if she would make me clean up after myself. I didn’t know where these thoughts were coming from. Before today I certainly had never had them. But I didn’t care. Our private dance was about to begin.

The dancer moved between us and began a far more sensual bump and grind then she displayed on stage. I guess this is where they make their money. Julie told me that this was strictly look, no touch as the dancer continued to sway to the piped in music. I looked over at Julie who was busy with her hand between her legs. I shot her a questioning look.

"We can't touch her, but there's no rule that I can't touch myself."

That was all the encouragement I needed. Immediately both my hands were beneath my skirt. My left hand was spreading my pussy lips while my right hand was busy alternating between rubbing my clit and pushing two fingers into my love canal. I was so horny from watching all the dancers I knew I'd be able to cum in just seconds. Julie obviously knew that too because she reached over and grabbed my wrists in her powerful hands. I whimpered in denial but offered absolutely no resistance as she twisted my arms around my back. She let go, but I held them in place while she retrieved her handcuffs from her purse. I probably could have got myself off in the 15 seconds she took to secure me, but something in my psyche held them in position. If I was going to get off it was going to be on her terms. For reasons I still didn’t fully understand, that was how I wanted it.

Julie turned me back so I could give my attention to the dancer who was beginning her second song. Julie's hand was back under her skirt giving herself the pleasure she had denied me. The dancer seemed amused to say the least. She moved in closer to us. Her show for two became a show for one as she straddled my hips and began to grind herself pelvis to pelvis. If I had a cock I would have been fucking her. She pulled my head into her sweaty breasts as she bounced on me. It felt like she was trying to make herself cum. I was doing my best to thrust my hips at just the right time to get some stimulation on my own clit, but all I managed to do was bring myself frustratingly closer but not over the top.

I was going crazy. I heard Julie climax and that only made me more desperate to achieve my own orgasm. I couldn't tell if the dancer did. I don't think so. I think her moans were just part of her act. Either way I could tell I'd happily pay for a repeat performance if my hands were not restrained. I heard the second song end and the dancer climbed off of me. My pussy was exposed and wet as if a flash flood had occurred. The knot holding my shirt together had come loose and the bottom of my tits were clearly visible to the guys being led in by other dancers. I couldn’t move to protect myself from their gaze and I didn't really want to. I wanted Julie to spring for another dance so I could finally cum. Of course, that wasn't part of her master plan.

***

Back to the table we went. My skirt was bunched even higher as my wetness caused the thin material to stick. I felt as if every eye in the place was on me. Julie had not retied my shirt. Even though it was hanging down, I felt like everyone could see everything. Of course she had not bothered to remove my handcuffs either. She sat me down at the table. All around us truckers were sitting at the other tables and watching as Heather gave me a passionate kiss. I squirmed ever more desperate for release. It was obvious they could do whatever they wanted to me and the audience knew it.

Heather ended my kiss with a long strand of saliva connecting her mouth to mine. It finally broke and swung back onto my cleavage. I'd have wiped my face if I could. Instead I had to wear it as a badge of honor. Megan and Jackie were both on stage. I wondered if they would be the chosen ones to take me in back and get me off. I started to juice a little more thinking about them. Instead I felt Julie's fingers slid under my skirt. I immediately looked at her and mouthed "No" but she just nodded. Her fingers were insistent. I knew it was preordained that I was about to cum in front of a group of strange men. She quickly found my clit. I tried to withstand the pressure, but I knew it was a losing battle. I felt Heather begin to unbutton the two remaining buttons on my shirt. She pulled it back to expose my tits and rock hard nipples to my appreciative crowd. She then stood up and pulled my chair back so they could get a better view of what Julie was doing. I locked eyes with Julie. I couldn't bear the thought of seeing all these men as she brought me off. I was almost there. Closer, closer, closer. I felt Heather's fingertips tweak my nipples. That was the final straw.

With a scream clearly audible over the thump of the dance music I came. For the first time in my life I think I squirted. I know there was a flood of juices. Heather grabbed both my nipples and squeezed hard. The pain intensified the pleasure that was coursing through my veins. I closed my eyes and rode my cum for all my life.

I don't know how long I came. It was a while, I know that. When I finally came to my senses and opened my eyes the truckers had surrounded me and were all applauding. Julie pulled out her hand and had me clean it. Heather gave me another kiss. They stood me up. I was unsteady, but they helped me bow to my fans. Then they hustled me toward the door. Clarissa was waiting with 2 $100 bills which she gave to Julie. I was lead out of the club with my pussy and ass on full display. They had not bothered to pull my skirt down. They also had not bothered buttoning my blouse. I'm sure the guys just coming in who got an eyeful wondered what they had missed. I was deposited back into the backseat. Clearly we must be going home I thought out loud.

"Not on your life," Julie said. "The night is still young and you still have a lot to learn."