Author: alison8

Schoolgirl, Part Five [MMMMMMf]

Okay, back to present day, guys.

It was months ago but Aly remembered that pivotal day with Mr. Hale and the water bottle as she waltzed down the hall of her now former high school. School was technically out but several teachers still hung around to clean up, mark final grades or prep the syllabuses for their summer classes. Mr. Hale was in the last category. Aly was glad, because that meant he’d still be teaching at the school for several hours for most of the summer, giving her ample time to keep trying if today was for some reason a fail. Of course, in her sexy little white dress, Aly didn’t anticipate that. Today was going to be the day. She was going for the win and whether it was in the bathroom, the book closet or bent over his desk, she was going to get Mr. Hale to fuck his cock inside her. But she was shocked at what she saw when she walked into his classroom. Read more »

Schoolgirl, Part Three [Mf]

For the first fifteen seconds that she was completely undressed, Hilbrandt only stared at her, mouth open, jaw damned near on the floor. Aly had to wonder how long it had been since her vice principal had taken his wife’s clothes off because standing in front of her, he looked like a deer in headlights, unblinking as he gawked at her naked form and stroked his cock furiously, finally snapping out of it when she cracked a smile.

Hilbrandt had to laugh at himself. “You are… a beautiful girl, Alison. I think you know that.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Hilbrandt gritted his teeth as he jerked himself off. “Oh… yeah. Alison, do me a favor, sweetheart, and hold your hair up for me. Yeah, just like that, bring it all up. With both hands.” The vice principal nodded zealously as she brought her elbows over her head, holding her hair in a long, perky ponytail. “That’s beautiful,” Hilbrandt nodded. “Now give your breasts a little shake for me. Just like that. Perfect. Perfect, perfect,” he practically growled under his breath as Aly shimmied for him, giggling as she watched her breasts bounce from side to side, still going even when she stopped. Hilbrandt was going nuts for it. He was holding onto the back of a chair now, going red and making a funny face. It seemed to come as a surprise to him when he came. Aly held in her giggle as she helped Vice Principal Hilbrandt clean up, since he was completely spent from blowing his load to her shaking tits. That was kind of fun, she thought. Read more »

Do As I Say [nc] [huml] [Mf] [fsub]

Isabel could hardly breathe as she took a seat in the second car of the train, working up the courage to remove her shirt. She flinched when the earpiece hummed. It did that every time the man was about to speak. She stiffened at his even voice, tinged with the slightest hint of unidentifiable accent.

"Don't just sit there, Isabel. Take off your clothes."

Isabel squeezed her eyes shut, pressing her back to the chair and breathing hard. She reminded herself that he wasn't lying. The man who had left her the mysterious box this morning – the one with the note, videotape and earpiece – had identified himself as Viktor. He had two things with which to force her compliance: proof and her sister. The video had shown both those things. "Unless you want me to show the world what you did, you'll put in the earpiece and do as I say. Don't ever call for help or try anything smart. I'll remind you that I have your sweet sister in my care, and I'll be caring a little less for her with every time you displease me." Read more »

Schoolgirl, [MMMf]

Much to Aly’s further disappointment, no one was home when she pulled her car into the circle driveway. The only other vehicles on the property belonged to the guys building the new deck that her spoiled mother had insisted on, for throwing massive parties with which to show off her new wealth. The enormous house had come with a perfectly good deck already built but Liza had thrown nightly tantrums about having one thrice the size until her new husband gave in and said yes.

So now, not only was Aly home without her reliable orgasm-provider, she was home with a bunch of assholes hammering, drilling and making all sorts of deeply agitating noises. But as Aly punched the code to get into the house, she reasoned that she’d been making lemonade all day with the shitty lemons life was giving her. She didn’t get Mr. Hale as planned, but she’d seen her vice principal’s dick, gotten her tits groped by a detective, and had her nipples sucked by the varsity football coach. Just yesterday, she would never have dreamed that any of that could happen. So maybe while she waited for her stepbrother to come home, she’d have some fun to hold herself over. Read more »

Schoolgirl, Part Three [Mf]

For the first fifteen seconds that she was completely undressed, Hilbrandt only stared at her, mouth open, jaw damned near on the floor. Aly had to wonder how long it had been since her vice principal had taken his wife’s clothes off because standing in front of her, he looked like a deer in headlights, unblinking as he gawked at her naked form and stroked his cock furiously, finally snapping out of it when she cracked a smile.

Hilbrandt had to laugh at himself. “You are… a beautiful girl, Alison. I think you know that.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Hilbrandt gritted his teeth as he jerked himself off. “Oh… yeah. Alison, do me a favor, sweetheart, and hold your hair up for me. Yeah, just like that, bring it all up. With both hands.” The vice principal nodded zealously as she brought her elbows over her head, holding her hair in a long, perky ponytail. “That’s beautiful,” Hilbrandt nodded. “Now give your breasts a little shake for me. Just like that. Perfect. Perfect, perfect,” he practically growled under his breath as Aly shimmied for him, giggling as she watched her breasts bounce from side to side, still going even when she stopped. Hilbrandt was going nuts for it. He was holding onto the back of a chair now, going red and making a funny face. It seemed to come as a surprise to him when he came. Aly held in her giggle as she helped Vice Principal Hilbrandt clean up, since he was completely spent from blowing his load to her shaking tits. That was kind of fun, she thought. Read more »

Schoolgirl, Part Two [Mf]

[Part one was removed when I linked this second installment. Working to put it back up.]

Finally tired of waiting, Aly gave a big, pathetic hiccup, wiping non-tears from her eyes. Looking over, Mr. Hale instantly cursed.

"Aly – shit!" he hissed, pulling her close and grabbing her shirt to pull it back up over her exposed body. But he seemed to forget the weight of a solid D-cup. Aly silently thrilled as he fumbled, his hand making full contact with the underside of her breast. She gave a fake gasp as he tried to hook his fingers into her neckline, inadvertently jiggling her and eventually giving up in absolute horror of himself. "Aly, I… fuck. I'm so sorry. Please fix yourself," he murmured.

Her panties now just as wet as her top, she did. But by the time they began walking again, they noticed they were no longer alone in the hall.

About three yards away stood Vice Principal Hilbrandt and a cop, both freshly exited from the front office. They both stood there, eyes wide, frozen in shock.

"Sir!" Mr. Hale blurted, standing in front of Aly to block their view. Read more »

Schoolgirl [Mf]

Graduation was last week so technically, she wasn't his student anymore.

Aly was kind of banking on that fact to finally sway Mr. Hale into fucking her. If that didn't work, then hopefully her outfit would. There was a dress code for female students — nothing low cut, nothing too short, basically nothing remotely fun — but now that she was five days removed from high school, Aly didn't have to adhere to that bullshit. So she wore a white sundress with only a white lace thong underneath. It was perfect. The material was thin, gauzy and a size too small for her already-slender frame. At five-foot-four, she was quite fit with an impossibly narrow waist that that appeared even tinier in comparison to her almost unnaturally perky D-cup breasts. Read more »