The night with Jerome continued just as it had started. Once I showered, and he was finished uploading the degrading images of me onto my computer, he resumed humiliating and using me. He was no longer interested in capturing pictures or videos, but instead focused on seeing just how depraved I was willing to get to please him. He fucked me another three times, making sure to use all of my holes with his strong tool. The session took us all over my house; he had me in all kinds of unnatural positions, and was entirely geared towards only his pleasure and my complete submission. In fact, I only orgasmed once that night and it wasn't until the very end when he was leaving, which was degrading and humiliating in its own right.
When he finally exhausted of me, I was once again drenched in cum and sweat. I felt weak and worn out, but I loved it. It was truly everything I was hoping for and much more. He left me to lie on the floor of my kitchen as he went to shower off. Upon his return I was still lying on the floor, but a quick command for me to stand got me up to my feet. Jerome wanted me to walk him out to his car which was parked on the street in front of my house. Thankfully it was very late, or early morning, so walking out into my neighborhood naked wasn't going to be an issue. I followed him outside, watched as he entered his car without saying a word and then started it before rolling down his window to give me his final instructions of the night.
"I had fun fucking such a dirty slut tonight, so as repayment I am going to let you cum, but you have to kneel behind my car and get yourself off as I drive away."
With that he rolled up his window, and I hurried to take my place behind his car. I didn't care that I was outside in the middle of my street, all I wanted was the relief of a dammed up orgasm. Quickly I kneeled as instructed, and feverously began pleasuring myself. As I ravaged myself, Jerome began to pull away. Actually, the more accurate description was he peeled out in front of me. I was left to frig myself in a cloud of tire smoke, while also worrying about neighbors waking up to check on the noise. Fortunately I had been on edge all night and easily reached an earth shattering orgasm before even his tail lights faded away in the night.
Coming down from my high, I gathered myself and returned back inside. I took my third shower of the night before retiring, completely satisfied and worn out, to my bed where I passed out until the late afternoon of Saturday. Most of Saturday I spent in a state of recovery; my entire body ached from the marathon fuck session Jerome provided for me; I barely had the energy to feed myself as I spent my day in bed, naked and watching television.
Sunday was somewhat better as my body began to recover a little. I was able to get some things done around the house and actually took a trip to the supermarket to get some much needed groceries. The entire time Jerome, and the way he used me, wasn't far from my mind. The mere thought of him, or the events from Friday had my pussy flooding with arousal; I only wished I knew how to get in touch with him to repeat the night again soon. He left without giving me any means of contact and without a clue if he intended on seeing me again. The thought of a stranger using me in such a degrading way and then never coming back was arousing on its own front, but I figured if anything I could try to find him at the bar again the following Friday.
Being used so thoroughly, I would have assumed that my fire of arousal would have been extinguished some, but instead it raged further from the events of the night. As I would replay the night over in my head on Sunday, the desire to be a dirty slut grew more and more. So it wasn't a surprise to me when I laid out my clothes for work on Monday and had chosen my most risqué dress that I could get away with at work. Of course, I also decided against any underwear and added a pair of heels to top off the look. I wanted to be a naughty slut, and what better way to do so then to dress as provocatively as I could while I taught. Because of my pent up arousal and constant remembering of Friday's events, I masturbate three times before finally exhausting myself and falling asleep.
It's now Monday morning, and I am up early to get ready for my day of teaching. Looking to the dress I pick out to wear gets my pussy wet as I head to the shower to clean up. As I do, I think of how careful I will have to be in that dress not to expose myself to anyone, especially since I was going sans panties. It would also be a good idea to avoid the faculty as much as possible, to keep the gossip to a minimum. The shower feels great, and I fight the urge to pleasure myself once again to focus on saving it for a possible repeat this weekend.
Out of the shower, I do my hair and makeup before returning to my bedroom to put on the only piece of clothing other than shoes I was going to wear for the day. It is going to be hard not to touch myself every chance I get, and to keep my arousal from dripping down my legs. The challenge is the fun part, and will make for a more electric orgasm when the time comes. Slipping into my heels, I glance at myself in the mirror and I look less like a teacher, and more like women ready for a night on the town. I know I will love the looks and stares I get, and that they will only add yet more fuel to the fire.
I head out to school, which is a short five minute drive from my house, and arrive a little earlier than usual. The reason for this is an attempt to limit the amount of the faculty that sees me dressed the way I am, and to have a bit more time to set up for my day. It is an easy day, as I have planned to give my students a test covering the unit we just finished the week before, and a short introduction video of the next one. I won't really have to do a whole lot, except walk around the room occasionally to keep the kids from cheating. Thankfully, that is a relief considering just how sexually aroused I am from just getting dressed and driving to school. Thoughts of Jerome's thick, beautiful cock keep slipping into my head, and I have to continually fight my hand from sneaking under my dress. It's hard to cut myself off from myself, but I know just how much better it will be to build up the arousal to be let out in one grand finale.
Once at school, my day begins to tick by. I have three classes, each taking a test, before I get to go to lunch and each of the three passes by slowly as I constantly think of all the dirty and depraved events from the past Friday as they test. In fact while my second period class is testing I remember the pictures my dark stranger took of me on my phone, and I can't resist looking at them then and there. Retreated to my desk, I slyly pull out my cell phone and begin sorting through the gallery. They start out with me naked on my knees in the alley with his massive member lodged between my lips, before continuing on to the more humiliating and degrading ones. I have to quickly slip the back of my dress out from under me to keep my gushing gash from creating a noticeable wet spot.
I am startled back to my classroom when a student sneezes, and I realize just how daring I was being. Reluctantly, I put my phone away, adjust my dress, and do another walk around the room to check on the students. Period three goes the same as the first two, minus me taking time out to look through my phone again. Right before the end of class and moments before the bell is ready to ring and dismiss my class for lunch; I get a knock at my door. As my students are packing up their stuff, I go over to see who is at the door. Upon opening it I am surprised and shocked to be greeted with the white toothy smile of Jerome; talk about unexpected gifts.
As I move to allow him in, the bell rings and the students begin streaming out. Of course as they pass the tall muscular black man they curious looks as too who he is and what he is doing here, but most seem to just let the curiosity pass and focus on getting to lunch. He steps past me as the final student leaves, and begins to walk over to my desk without saying anything to me. I watch as he makes himself at home in my desk chair, and I take notice of how sexy he is dressed in slacks and a button down shirt. Now that he is sitting, and my classroom door is shut, he finally speaks.
"Strip and come over here."
He gets right to it, and while I should say no considering I'm at my school working, I am already overly horny from my thoughts and looking at the pictures that I do just as he commands. I know I can't resist his power over me, and he seems to know that as well. It is not a desire that I cannot avoid, nor do I want too. Quickly, I slip the shoulder straps of my dress off and wiggle it off to fall to my feet. Stepping out of the pile of dress I slowly walk towards him, now naked and in heels.
"Looks like the slut enjoys being naughty at school too. No panties or bra, and gets naked on command, you truly are just looking to get used."
I say nothing, but continue approach him and once I reach where he is he signals with a finger that I kneel. Obeying the signal, I drop to my knees before him and watch as he opens his pants to pull out his magnificent cock.
