Eeping My Job

KEEPING MY JOB

"We want some of what they were getting."

I remember like it was yesterday. The principal at my school, Mr. Fowler, they called him J.P., was speaking. I looked around the room at the faces of the others. Two assistant principals, Ms. Dixon (Elaine) and Mr. Washburn (Philip) along with Coach Burns (Jim) were all looking at me. They obviously agreed with Mr. Fowler's comment.

They had photos of me from three years before. I had been at a frat party at State (University) and had stripped for them. There were nude photos of me sitting on boy's laps and such. That wasn't all, I had given a few, well, more than a few, blowjobs and they had photos of that. To top it off, they had a few photos, well more than a few, of me getting fucked by various frat boys. It was the dumbest thing I'd ever done. I had broken up with my boyfriend because he was just interested in sex. I went out with a 'friend' of his and we ended up at a frat party where I got drunk and stoned. The 'friend' and a few of his 'brothers' convinced me to strip for them and then suck and fuck them all. A few of the boys refrained, but I must've sucked twenty cocks and I don't know how many guys fucked me, at least a dozen. I was too messed up to count. I regretted what I had done the next morning when I woke up, naked, in some guy's bed. I didn't even know his name, but remembered him fucking me in the middle of the night. I vaguely remember someone taking photos.

I almost dropped out of school, but I hung with it, fending off requests from numerous young men for dates and requests for a repeat performance from the 'friend' who had taken me to frat where I had been gang-banged.

The funny thing was that while I was tremendously embarrassed, I had enjoyed the gang bang. Having all those men want me was a real trip.

I had been fucking my boyfriend. Once we started doing it (he was my first), I couldn't get enough. But when the asshole just wanted to fuck all weekend and wouldn't even buy me a nice dinner, our relationship soured. Of course, he heard about my gang-bang and was obnoxious about it. There quite a few young men who were very rude.

Then, at the start of my final year, I met Mike. He knew about my reputation, but treated me with respect and I fell in love with him. I remember our first date when I expected him to want to take me back to his room and fuck me; we just necked. He took my top off and played with my tits, but didn't go any further. He said he didn't want to do anything more unless I wanted to. He said he really liked me and didn't want to treat me like just a piece of ass. I was skeptical, but it was after more than a month of seeing each other constantly that we finally did it. He said he didn't care about what I had done and he got in a few fights with guys who made rude comments about me. Mike is a big guy, so most of the boys wouldn't mess with him.

We dated through our senior year and got married that summer. We both got jobs and moved a few states away from school. I am a teacher and I got a wonderful job at a private school, teaching math and coaching the women's basketball team. I had played in high school but wasn't good enough in college and was too busy anyway (with my studies, not fucking, although I found time for that too). I had taken a lot of phys.-ed classes, so I liked teaching basketball as a diversion from math. I got to interact with different students and liked teaching the young girls (basketball). I was actually a role model.

Well, it was in my second year at the private school. I had been doing well; much of it was luck. We had a few very talented girls and the basketball team was quite good. We won our conference title. My math students were doing well too. A number of them got incredibly high scores on the SAT and got into prestigious colleges. Again, I was lucky to have few very smart young men and women in the class. With the stereotype of women not being good in math, it was noteworthy that some of my girls were really good students and got some nice scholarships. A few girls on the basketball team got scholarships too.

I say all this to emphasize that I was a valuable asset to the school. The applications for the school went way up and the reputation of the school was enhanced considerably, not just because of me, but I was one of their 'young star' faculty members.

It all started when I was asked to stay late one Friday evening. That's when I found myself in the principal's office with the three senior administrators and the coach, who was my superior as the athletic director.

"Katy, some very disturbing information has come to our attention, photographs, in fact."

"Uh, Oh!" I thought.

Ms. Dixon, laid a few 4 x 6 photos on the table. Yep, they were from the frat house party. The ones of me stripping.

"Let me explain. It's not what you think." I pleaded.

She laid out a few more, ones of me giving blowjobs. There were a dozen of them.

Ms. Dixon said, "Go ahead and try to explain."

I said, "They got me drunk and stoned and I didn't know what I was doing."

Ms. Dixon said, "You were stoned, huh? On your application to work here you said you'd never done any drugs." She had my application in her hand.

"I meant, I was drunk."

She bored in, "Don't lie to us, Katy. These photos show you pulling a train at a frat house. We can't have teachers like that. Think of the scandal."

I said, "Please. That was a long time ago."

"Three or four years isn't a long time ago." She said.

"I'm not like that now."

"You apparently were then. A tiger doesn't change its stripes, my dear."

The three men were sorting through the photos. They would look at one and then look at me, imagining me naked.

"Where did you get those?" I asked.

"One of our alumni came across them. You know Mr. Peters. He went to the same school you did."

"Who?"

"Tom Peters."

Oh shit. I knew him. He was one of the frat boys.

I said, "I'll bet he's in some of the photos. I could accuse him of rape."

Mr. Fowler said, "I'm afraid he kept any that included him."

"What does he want? Why is he doing this?"

Fowler said, "He wants full-ride scholarships for his three kids."

Philip Washburn, the other assistant said, "We've agreed to his demands. We have no choice. Our school's reputation has gotten much better lately. As scandal like this could put us out of business."

I said, "I'm sorry. It was a terrible mistake. I had broken up with my boyfriend and..."

Coach Burns (Jim) interrupted, "It would be a shame to lose Katy. She's done wonders with the girls' basketball team. We got a number of boys and girls who have applied because of her success."

"Maybe we could find out way to cover this up." Fowler said.

I was stunned and confused, "Anything." I said. "What can I do to save the school embarrassment?"

That's when Mr. Fowler said, "We'd like some of what they were getting."

I just looked at him, the significance of what he'd said was registering on my mind. They wanted me to strip. Did they want me to have sex with them? I couldn't believe it.

Mr. Fowler placed a letter on the table. It was my dismissal, saying I was fired for cause, unsigned. I knew if he signed it, my reputation and my future were ruined. I'd never get another job like this. I really liked teaching and dreaded not being able to do it after wanting to my whole life.

I looked at them with a terrified expression.

"Take off your blouse." Washburn said.

I didn't move until, Mr. Fowler said, "Take off your blouse."

I had to make a quick decision. I wanted to keep my job. That was all I was thinking of. I was wearing a little vest. I removed it and began to unbutton my blouse. I turned away in modesty, but was told to face them. As I undid the buttons, the tops of my breasts came into view, then my bra. I continued until all the buttons were undone. I looked at them, with my blouse open, hoping they would be satisfied. My breasts were heaving in my bra. I have a nice pair of boobs, C or D cup.

They weren't satisfied, so I pulled the blouse out of my skirt and let it fall from my shoulders. My bra was thin so my areolas were visible and my nipples were poking through the thin material. I put the blouse on my chair, but Washburn instructed me to give it to him.

"Now the bra." It was Coach Burns.

"Please." I pleaded, but got no sympathy.

Ms. Dixon said, "What's the problem, honey. You were willing to strip for all those frat boys. We're your colleagues. Don't be shy." She smiled suggestively.

I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra. I took a deep breath and pulled it away from my chest, exposing my breasts to the group. My nipples were very hard and my tits jiggled as I handed my bra to Coach Burns. He sniffed it, inhaling my perfume. My skirt rode low on my hips, leaving my navel exposed on my smooth belly.

The coach motioned me toward him and put his hands on my boobs. He hefted them and rubbed his fingers over my nipples. It felt good, but I was too nervous to fully enjoy it.

I closed my eyes as Coach Burns fondled my breasts. He passed me to the principal, Mr. Fowler, who repeated what Burns had done. He lifted my breasts and then let them go; they bounced back into place. Ms. Dixon wasn't interested in my tits, but Washburn was. He fooled with them for a few moments, then leaned in and kissed one nipple. Then, he bit the other one between his teeth, a light nibble that sent chills through me. I realized I was getting aroused by what was happening.

Ms. Dixon said, "Give me your shoes, honey."

I did. I was still wearing my pantyhose, skirt and panties. I was beyond resisting their requests.

"Lose the pantyhose." Mr. Fowler instructed.

I reached under my skirt and grabbed the waist of the nylon hose. I pulled them down, taking my panties part of the way with them. My panties hung loosely below my ass cheeks. I had to sit on the chair to remove the pantyhose. My audience had a nice view of my naked thighs as I pulled the clinging hose down my legs. I lifted one foot to remove them and with my legs apart, gave them a nice view of my tiny panties. I removed my other foot and tossed the pantyhose to the principal.

I was breathing heavily, aroused by what was happening. I have an exhibitionist streak in me and I have a thing about being told what to do. My husband has easily talked me into stripping on hikes in the forest and when passing trucks on the interstate. I remembered the thrill of stripping at the frat house. All those horny boys were shouting for me to show them more. I sat on a chair and spread my legs to let them see my naked snatch. There were a few of their girlfriends there who were grossed out and made their boyfriends leave. I know a few of the boys slipped back and got a blow job or fucked me. It's a feminine instinct to want to be popular and I sure was that night.

While I was sitting in the chair, I said, "I let those frat boys take off my panties. Would one of you like to do it?"

Coach Burns moved in. His hands touched between my legs, caressing the inside of my thighs. I looked into his eyes. He was a very attractive man, black with a shaved head. He had an athlete's physique. His hands were strong and I shivered as his fingers moved up to my crotch. My panties had slipped below my ass cheeks with the pantyhose so when he pulled the sides of them, they easily slid down my thighs. Mike likes me to wear sexy underwear and it's arousing to know I'm wearing such delicate things under my conservative teacher clothes.

Coach Burns was looking right at me, seducing me with his eyes while stripping me. My panties slid over my knees and down to my feet. I lifted one foot. As he removed the panties over my other foot, he took my ankle and raised my leg, turning me in the chair so the others had a nice view of my cunt. I don't shave my pussy, so they had a nice beaver shot of the sandy-brown, curly pubic hair that spreads over my pussy and the pink slid that conceals my goodies.

Coach Burns put his hand between my legs, sliding along my naked thigh to my pussy. He explored, and his fingers slid between my labia slipping along the wet, pink flesh, stimulating my clitoris and searching for the opening to my vagina. I felt myself getting wet from his manipulation. He boldly slid one, then another finger inside me. It was both embarrassing and stimulating to be diddled with the others watching. They were all looking at me. The coach's fingers were thick and his hand was strong. His thumb pressed into my clit and I had to close my eyes and bite my lip to control myself. He was making my pussy leak juices.

"She's nice and wet inside." He said.

"I think she likes this." Fowler said.

Coach asked me, "Do you want me to stop?"

I said, "No. Don't stop. I'm going to come."

But he stopped. He had me stand and walk over to the principal, Mr. Fowler, who turned me to face away from him. His hand moved under my skirt and roamed over the soft skin of my ass cheeks, sliding into the cleft between them. He moved to my inner thighs and his fingers migrated to my pussy. With a light push on my back, I leaned over the coffee table in front of me. Fowler's fingers slid onto my pussy; he shoved three fingers into my vagina, then began to fuck me with his fingers. I was leaning over, my legs lewdly spread while he plundered my cunt with his hand. He added a fourth finger and I felt him trying to push his entire hand into me. My vagina wasn't big enough to take his whole hand, but his fingers were deep in my snatch and I began to come. My skirt was pulled up over my hips so everyone could see what he was doing. The sloshing sound of his fingers moving in my soaked pussy were the only sounds other than my heavy breathing.

Mr. Washburn stood before me and unzipped his pants, presenting me with his prick. He was hard, of course.

I said, "Oh Mr. Washburn." Acting surprised at the size of his dick.

He smiled and said, "Just call me Phil."

He stepped forward and I opened my mouth for his cock. He put the thing in my mouth and began to pump away. I'd given my husband plenty of blowjobs and remembered some of the cocks I'd sucked at the frat house. Phil seemed to be comparatively rather well endowed. He had a nice thick cock and I made it all shiny with my saliva. He held my head and humped his hips, pumping his dick in my mouth while the big boss, Principal Fowler, finger-fucked me from behind.

I heard Fowler ask Ms. Dixon, "Do you want any of this, Elaine?"

She said, "Not now. Send her into my office when you are done with her." She got up and went out to her office saying, "I have a report to finish." She took my clothes.

"Let's do the classroom thing." Washburn, Phil, said.

I didn't know what they meant. They freed me from their body parts and directed me out of the office. I looked for my clothes, but they were in Ms. Dixon's office. I walked out into the hall, barefoot, naked, except for my skirt.

I asked, "Are you still going to fire me after all this?"

Fowler said, "No. As long as you do as we say, your job will be safe."

"What will I have to do?"

Fowler laughed, "Well, you will need to have regular performance reviews so long as you work here."

I said, "Okay. Whatever you want."

I was trying to come to grips with my situation. I was in deep trouble and had no good option other than to do as I was told. It was a really good job. I loved my students. If I had to fuck these people to keep it, well, I'd fucked other people for less.

We walked to my classroom. I was afraid someone would see us in the hallway, but the building was deserted.

My classroom had my desk in front of the rows of students' desks. There still was one of my math lessons written on the white-board.

"Stand there like you are teaching." Fowler said.

I stood next to my math formulas. My hard little nipples on my white breasts, my little belly button, my slightly mussed hair, my dangling earrings, the necklace my husband had bought me for our first anniversary and my wedding rings were all that covered me except for the little skirt I was still wearing. Washburn took a few photos. I objected, but since they already had some pornographic photos of me, I thought, what are a few more. I did realize that with photos in the classroom, they had what they needed if they wanted to get me fired. I'd have no excuse or explanation. After a few moments, I started to pose more provocatively.

They asked me to sit at my desk like I did during the school day and took some photos of 'Miss Katy' sitting at her desk with her tits out. I posed like a was engaged in my teaching duties and did a few where I pulled up my skirt to show some leg in addition to my tits.

Then, they got nasty. Coach Burns had dropped his trousers to his knees and presented his cock to me. He had removed his shirt, displaying his Adonis-like body with his muscular chest and strong shoulders. His cock bounced before him. It was a sizeable weapon, bigger than Washburn's. I'd had black cock before. A few of the guys at the frat house were black so I sucked a few black pricks and then a few of the brothers fucked me. They had a diverse group of young men, so I was fucked by just about every nationality that night, my contribution to the university's DEI initiative.

I presumed that they thought it would be an even bigger mark against me if they had photos of the pretty white teacher sucking off a black man in her classroom. I did it. I sucked Coach Burns' cock. I got as much of his meat into my mouth as I could. I held his balls while he massaged the hair on my head, removing my berets and letting my tresses cover the tops of my naked breasts. The camera was flashing away and Fowler was taking some video. I gave them a good show, sucking on that black dick, making it shiny and wet, rubbing it on my tits and lewdly posing with my tongue against the shaft. As I did it, I hoped they would make copies of the photos for me, so I could show my husband.

The thought of my husband entered my mind, wondering what he would think. I'd have to explain that I had no choice and that I was going to be the plaything of these people as long as I worked at the school.

After a few minutes of explicit cock-sucking, they had me stand. I was actually disappointed that I had to stop worship that magnificent black cock.

They finally removed my skirt, so I was completely naked. They took a few more full-frontal photos by the lesson the board. I was naked except for my jewelry. My hair tumbled over my shoulders and chest. I looked hot, the naked young school teacher with all her makeup and jewelry, but not a stitch of clothing.

At their direction, I leaned over my desk and Coach Burns (I would call him Jim henceforth) put his big cock against my naked ass for a photo. He positioned his phallus between my legs and with one thrust, slid it into me. My cunt had become accustomed to my husband's much smaller cock; Jim's took my breath away. It spread me open and reached farther into me than I was used to. I tried to remember if any of the frat boys had bigger cocks, but couldn't think of any. I smiled to myself that I was being taken by the proverbial 'big black cock' and also contemplated that I was going to have continued access Jim's monster in the future. I groaned and pushed back at him.

I looked at Phil and Mr. Fowler and said, "I want copies." They laughed and moved in for some explicit closeups of Jim's ebony cock buried in my pearly white cunt. His dark hands were roaming over my dangling tits that swayed with each thrust of his hips. His fingers stimulated my hard little nipples.

Thus, I became the school whore, fucking for my job and for future promotions.

Jim Burns was fucking me bareback. They didn't care if I was protected, and wouldn't in the future. He just shot his cum into my vagina, bareback. If I had a little black baby, it wasn't his problem. I felt a dribble of his semen escaping and running down my leg when he pulled out.