Note:
This story features degrading and perverse sex. You have been warned.
Brittany Berkshire was a thirty-two-year-old physical education teacher in the New York City Public Schools system. Having been at the same school for the past 10 years, she was well known by the school community and had established a reputation for herself. Brittany had been raised in a strict, Catholic household, and was a devout, God-fearing Christian to the present day. Her religious beliefs were reflected in her instruction. She was a no-nonsense teacher who expected students to follow the rules and demanded that they be on their best behavior. Running laps and doing push-ups was common in her class, and the students were usually sore and exhausted when the 60-minute period finally ended. Most of the girls at the school hated her, and some of the female faculty did as well. But not the boys, nor the male teachers. And that was because they all wanted to fuck her.
Brittany was very pretty, with long, dark brown hair that she tied back into a ponytail. Her big, brown eyes were captivating, and her button nose sat perfectly formed just above her thin lips and bright, white teeth. Light freckling scattered across her pale skin. But truthfully, as appealing as her face was, it wasn't the main reason all the males at the school wanted to get between her legs.
Brittany had a body that could aptly be described as
thicc
. She was not fat. Not at all. In fact, being someone who valued physical fitness, she worked out every day and was in great shape, with toned but not overly large muscles. But her body type was simply one that had a bit more meat on the bones. And for Brittany, that meat resulted in big, fat tits and a plump, juicy ass.
Brittany's tits were a common topic of discussion amongst the high school boys she taught. They would guess how big they were ("So do you think those knockers are double-Ds? Or are they even
bigger
?"). They would talk about what they'd do to them ("I'd stick my cock in between those jugs and fuck 'em until I nut on her face"). They would even make ridiculous attempts to get a better look at them ("Ms. Berkshire, I forgot how to tie my shoes. Can you please do it for me?"). Ms. Berkshire sometimes overheard these comments and knew what the boys were up to, but she simply ignored them.
What was more difficult was the constant leering and inappropriate conduct from her male colleagues. Just like the boys, they loved her colossal rack, but they tended to focus more on her ass. When she entered the teacher's lounge, she would often overhear a group of them sitting at a table, talking about pulling down her yoga pants and bending her over a desk. Sometimes, at the watercooler, one of them would sidle up to her, say hello, and grab her butt. Brittany would brush them off and walk away, but she never filed an H.R. complaint.
The reason she never filed an H.R. complaint is because despite her devotion to God, and despite her strict bearing as a teacher, Brittany was a complete slut.
Unbeknownst to the boys she taught and the men she worked with, who desired her body but also viewed her as an ice queen, Brittany craved sex. She craved cock. And she couldn't get enough of it.
In order to procure this cock, and satisfy her needs, Brittany was a frequent user of the UNBLND app, which organized social functions around the city that all UNBLND users were welcome to attend. These functions might be softball games, trivia nights, or bar crawls. For Brittany, the particulars of the event were unimportant. All that mattered was that men were present, and in the five years she'd been using the app, she'd come to realize the proportion of men at these events was much higher than the women. Brittany wasn't there to meet women, who had never particularly liked her anyway. No --- all she needed was the men.
At her last Meet Up, a trivia night at a bar in Tribeca, she'd gone home with a man named Chad. Chad was a lunkhead, but he'd had a big cock and treated her how she liked to be treated. Two days later, he'd called her up and said he wanted to see her again, but not alone. He had a couple of friends coming into town this weekend, and they wanted to have some fun. Brittany said yes.
Now it was Sunday night, and Brittany was in the middle of carefully applying a thick layer of mascara to her eyelashes. She had already covered her lips in bright, red lipstick. A light coating of pink blush covered her cheeks, along with a faint dusting of glitter. Smoky, blue eyeshadow sat beneath her big, brown eyes.
Brittany finished putting on the mascara and set it down on her vanity. She looked into the mirror and admired herself. Her face looked pretty in a way that would be frowned upon at PTA meetings, which pleased her. And her body, as usual, looked spectacular. She was wearing a tight, low-cut sequined black dress which hugged every one of her curves. The upper half of her tits were spilling out the top, and the spaghetti straps holding them back appeared as if they might snap at any moment. The dress tapered down her torso, back, and abs, hugging them tightly. And then
boom!
There was that fat, juicy ass, popping out, begging to be groped and grabbed. The dress only just contained it, cutting off at her upper thighs. Brittany had decided underwear was pointless for this particular rendezvous, so she was wearing none. If any seated man had eyed her long, toned legs up to her crotch, they would have been able to see her tight, shaved twat.
Brittany gave her tits a quick lift, smiled at herself in the mirror, and then gave one last pop of her lips to make sure her lipstick looked just right. Then she ordered an Uber.
Ten minutes later, she was headed south on the Hudson River Greenway toward the financial district to the Four Seasons Hotel, where Chad had rented a suite with his two friends. Brittany could see the Uber driver checking her out in the rearview mirror, and, feeling frisky, she decided to reward him by shifting into the middle seat and spreading her legs open just a bit. The Uber driver took the hint and angled his mirror downward. For the remainder of the ride, he did his best to keep his eyes on the road and not just stare at her pussy the whole time.
The car pulled up to The Four Seasons' front entrance and Brittany hopped out. 1503 was the room number Chad had given her, and since this was not Brittany's first time visiting The Four Seasons, she promptly made her way to the elevator bank and hit the
Up
button.
An elevator arrived, and Brittany entered. Some older men, probably in their 70s, entered with her. As the elevator ascended, the men leered at Brittany openly, not hiding their lust.
"You like what you see, boys," said Brittany, squeezing her tits together with her hands. The men were speechless. "Ha!" she giggled. "Maybe next time." The elevator door opened to the fifteenth floor, and Brittany stepped out.
She found room 1503 and knocked. Ten seconds later, the door opened.
"Brittany!" said Chad with excitement. "I'm so glad you made it. Come on in."
Brittany stepped inside, her high heels echoing slightly against the white marble floor. This was a
nice
hotel room, with a large sitting area overlooking both the financial district and the Hudson. The bedroom sat off to the right, and to the left was a small wet bar stocked full of alcohol. Hip hop music played over the surround-sound speakers.
Chad motioned to the two men sitting on the couch. "Brittany, these are my two friends, Brad and Todd." The men stood, eying Brittany with hungry looks, but maintaining formality for the moment.
"Hey Brittany, it's great to meet you," said Brad, reaching out to shake her hand.
"It's a pleasure," echoed Todd, giving her a slight wave.
Brittany returned their pleasantries, then glanced over at the wet bar. She did not require alcohol to do what she was about to do here tonight. She simply thought it would make things more fun.
Chad, reading her mind, said, "How about a glass of champagne."
"That sounds terrific," Brittany replied. "But you better bring a shot of tequila as well."
"Haha!" Chad gave a big bear laugh. "Thattagirl."
Brad and Todd raised the Old Fashioneds they'd already been drinking. "Cheers to that," said Brad.
Chad returned from the wet bar a minute later, with a glass of champagne for Brittany, and shots of Don Fulano for the four of them.
They all stood together in a circle and raised their shots.
"To friendship!" Chad exclaimed, and Brittany had to chuckle inwardly. As if friendship was the reason they were gathered here tonight.
