Schooled

Stunned would be an accurate description of my reaction after reading the last entry. Well, to be honest, stunned would be an accurate description of my reaction after reading every entry so far. However, come on, that last one just blew me away as I crazily stroked my cock to the text. I mean, it's one thing when she was sold out to a club by her uncle, but that's completely different than being pimped out for petty cash in a public restroom! The whole thing had me wondering--who exactly did I marry?

After that crazy summer, Bonnie found a job as a full time English teacher for an urban high school in Boston. Much like before, she began losing herself in her work, especially with a full workload. However, her entries visibly detailed a struggle to cope with the events of that summer. She was sexually frustrated and bitchy, almost as bad as her sophomore year in college. She was constantly getting into tiffs with coworkers, especially the non-teaching staff such as the custodians and the lunch workers. However, the ones taking the blunt of her bitchiness were actually her students.

To be specific, though she may not have realized it, she was especially bitchy towards the senior boys in her classes. My guess? She was treating them harshly as some sort of coping mechanism for her sexual frustration. Those jocks must've been a constant reminder of her summer as a fuck meat for a group of horny young athletes. Of course, at the same time these seniors were not the easiest to teach, being they were totally apathetic since they already mailed out their college applications.

She was getting more and more carried away with her attitude and I knew eventually something big was going to happen. Someone was going to put her in her place.

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November 16th I hate my job. Well, I don't even know why I hate it. I just hate it. I'm irritated all day and tired. I only graduated a little more than a year ago, is this what working life is like? I actually do enjoy teaching the younger classes, but these seniors piss me off so much. They just don't care and barely try because their college apps had already been sent out. It is so frustrating when all my preparations are wasted on apathetic losers. What the hell am I doing teaching a bunch of 18 yr old seniors anyways, when I am only a few years older? Why would they respect some 23 year old? Because she wears a business dress suit?

I'm sorry, Boo, I have been bitchy for months. The only real perk in this job is that I have a faculty keycard so I can use the school facilities after hours. The past several days I have been hitting the basement Olympic size pool. Being late fall and close to winter, nobody is ever down there and I get the place to myself. The water is heated, so I enjoy floating on my back and letting my body relax.

Well, Thanksgiving is approaching and then the winter break. It would be nice to go back home and see the family, taking a break from all of this. I sure hope it snows earlier this year because it always makes me smile. I need a good holiday to cheer me up that's for sure. Alright it is late, I got to get to bed and wake up early for work. Night boo.

November 18th Ug... Why does shit always happen before Thanksgiving? I guess when you go around acting like a bitch, eventually someone will put you in your place. Have I really been a bitch all these months because of sexual repression? Because of the crazy summer fest and then just going cold? Or is there something internally about me that I keep denying? The need to be held down, dominated, and fucked mindlessly? *sigh* What am I supposed to do now?

As usual, I went down to the basement pool at the end of yet another shitty day at work. I needed to relax as I changed out of my prudish work clothes into my high cut red thong string bikini. Yeah, I know I have more modest looking bathing suits, but shit it felt good when I slipped it on and admired my body in the mirror. Nobody was down there using the pool anyways, though honestly I was hoping there were so I could show off my tight body. The three little triangles barely covered my bald pussy and protruding nipples; it just makes me feel so wild wearing it and that was what I needed after a long day, to feel wild.

I swam a couple of laps before floating on my back in the pool as usual. It was a zen moment as I closed my eyes and let all my stress, anxiety, and worries ripple away with the water. After about 20 minutes, I was out of the pool still dripping wet when the door opened and two jocks walked in. I recognized them immediately from one of my senior classes, Mike and Jackson. I was a little surprised because school was closed and I thought I was alone. Mike replied they had just finished basketball practice and was heading towards the locker room when they heard someone swimming.

As they stared at my half naked body under the string bikini, an uncomfortable awkwardness started to set in. I realized I was just standing in the open without even a towel as two obviously horny athletes lusted after every curve of my body. Nobody knew we were there and I felt uneasy as they blankly stared at me. Jackson was biting his lips before asking me what I was doing and I replied in a nervous tone that I was just about to leave after my swim. Without really thinking it through, he randomly muttered, "Shit Ms. Bonnie, never knew you have a body like that hidden underneath your work suit."

With an awkward smile, I played it off as a light tease before quickly moving towards the door. That was when I felt their steps accelerating behind me and my heart began racing like crazy. Immediately I bolted out of the room and just ran. Shit, I knew what they wanted and I was not going to become another cock slut like last summer, force-fucked into submission by horny jocks with their hard... thick... athletic... cocks... *sigh* oh fuck me.

I was in such a panic that I didn't see Emilio, the night custodian, when I turned the corner and knocked him right down while he was mopping the floor. Looking at my frantic expression, he asked what was going on and I begged him to hide me. Without hesitation, he led us into the men's wrestling room and we hid behind a pile of equipment.

My heart was pounding like no tomorrow when I heard footsteps running past the door in the hallway. The fear and tension had a grip on me that I didn't even notice Emilio spooning his body up to mine. Before I could react, he cupped my breasts and started squeezing them as my body froze in shock. Grabbing his wrists, I demanded, "What the fuck are you doing?"

With a smirk, he replied, "Sshh... you better keep quiet if you don't want those boys to find you."

Fuck me, I knew he had me in a compromising position and I was helpless to do anything about it. Biting my lips and staring at him with a disapproving look, I squirmed uncomfortably as this middle-age fat smelly janitor played with my dripping young body. When he started pinching my protruding nipples outside the thin bikini top, I couldn't help but whimpered softly with my eyes shut. That was when he cupped my cunt with his hand and rubbed my bikini bottom until I was involuntarily squirming in his arms.

The more he touched me, the wetter I became as my body burned in sexual agony. After several minutes, I opened my eyes only to see Mike and Jackson standing there with their arms crossed, smiling down at me. Mike coolly replied to my surprised stare, "You know you're still dripping wet? All we had to do was follow the trail of water."

In a panic, I turned to Emilio and begged him to do something. However to my surprise, he shoved me forward towards the boys as they both laughed. Looking down at me, Jackson replied, "Who the fuck do you think let us in after hours?"

Suddenly, I remembered yelling at Emilio earlier this week over nothing. It wasn't the first time I verbally abused him and this was some sort of payback. It was at this moment, I realized this wasn't some spontaneous awkward situation. These guys set me up and I couldn't be in a more compromising position here half naked in my thong bikini. Quickly, I dashed for the door on my hands and knees, but didn't get far before Emilio grabbed both my ankles. He dragged my slippery wet body back towards them on the wrestling mat while I screamed and kicked. Without hesitation, all three of them jumped me, roaming their hands freely over my moist soft flesh as I hopelessly begged them to stop. My eyes started to tear up as I thought to myself--Shit! Not again! This is not summer and I'm not a meat whore! I'm a teacher! I'm a professional!

As I tried fiercely fighting off their groping hands, Emilio finally held down my legs as Mike pinned my arms stretched above my head on the mat. Then Jackson knelt down over my tummy and stared right at my face as I whimpered. Holding my chin while grinning, he suddenly gave me a hard slap before scolding me, "You've been such a bitch, Ms. Bonnie. This is my senior year and I was going to enjoy it, but you had to make it miserable for me every single day. What the fuck is wrong with you?"

As tears rolled down my cheeks, I begged like a sad puppy, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it..."

Mike scoffed at my response as Jackson continued slapping me back and forth while I squealed and cried to each slap. He wasn't playing, each strike felt like a hard sting when it landed on my soft skin. However, the more he slapped me, shit... the more I wanted to be slapped harder. Perhaps I've been a bitch because I wanted to be put in my place, to be held down and dominated. The thought of what was about to happen, what they were going to do to me, made me horny as fuck... but I was still not going to give in. I'm a teacher! A professional!

Without warning, Jackson leaned down and pulled my string top up, popping out my already harden nipples as I gasped in shame. Gleaming in delight, he roughly pinched one and engulfed the other with his mouth as I tried frantically to hold back my moans. However, the sexual tension was overwhelming, in only mere seconds I couldn't help but arched my back and shoved my tits right into his face. As I squirmed under his weight with my mouth wide open gasping for air, Mike grabbed my chin and started sucking my tongue while still holding my wrists down with his other hand.

Slowly my mind began to fade as I fell into the moment, making out with Mike while Jackson pleasured my girls. When Emilio spread my legs and buried his tongue into my cunt, I lost it and started throbbing hard under their control. I was moaning loudly into Mike's mouth as Jackson commented to others, "Shit... look at the bitch, she's loving this! No wonder she was all acting up this semester. Bitch just needed a good fuck!"

In between my moans, I tried to speak over Mike's tongue wiggling in my mouth, "No... I'm not! Please stop! You can't do this! I'm your teacher, this isn't right!"

Jackson bit down on one of my sore nipples as I squealed before he replied, "Should've thought of that before being a total bitch of a teacher all semester."

With that, he popped out his long hard dick from his basketball shorts and stroked it right in front of my face as I stared in disbelief. When that cock came out, I knew shit was getting real and the thought finally hit me--My students are going to fuck me and there is nothing I could do but take it. Then grabbing my hair tightly, he force-fed this meat right into my mouth while I groaned in disgust. He had an angry stare as he punished my mouth for all the bitching I lashed at him this semester. It has been a while since I had a mouthful of cock and the taste made me drool like a dog as he pumped my face.

After several minutes, Jackson finally let go of my hair and pulled his cock from my mouth as I coughed and spat out the taste. Mike instantly tilted my head back and forced his engorged meat deep into my throat. He wasn't as long, but shit he was thick. I gagged as I arched my back in order to let my throat stretch over his whole cock. Spit and precum drooled out of my mouth as the two boys took turn fucking my poor mouth while I throbbed uncontrollably from Emilio's vicious cunt eating.

After several minutes, they rolled me on my side, still with Mike holding my wrists down. I felt Jackson spooned up against my back as he grabbed my hair tightly. Then while pulling my thong aside, he shoved two fingers into my dripping cunt from the back. He went hard but slow at first while Mike went back to fucking my throat as Emilio suckled my tits. As my body gyrated to his rhythmic fingering, Jackson slowly picked up the pace until my muffled moans became rapid squeals and groans. With his mouth next to my ear, he taunted me, "Wow, you want to cum on my fingers don't you? You sick whore! Ready for cocks in your cunt?"

Mindlessly under their control, I mumbled aimlessly to myself in between each of Mike's cock thrusts in my mouth, "I'm not a whore... I'm a teacher... I'm not a whore... I'm a teacher..."

They rolled me again until I was pinned down on my tits. With Mike still holding my head and fiercely pumping my lips, I felt Jackson on top of me pulling my thong aside and trying to stuff his long hard cock into my dripping pussy. And despite my body achingly throbbing with anticipation, I screamed with a muffled plea over Mike's cock, "Please... no... you can't fuck me, I'm your teacher!"

He leaned down to my ear and grabbed my hair tightly as he slowly but forcefully pushed his swollen cock into my squishy cunt with a deep animalistic grunt. Then pumping without restraint, he teased me, "Yeah, feels good doesn't it? You were begging for cocks this whole semester, weren't you? Take it, bitch!"

I squealed and cried in shame as the two boys relentlessly pounded me into the wrestling mat. They fucked me with my thong bikini still on and I wouldn't blame them. Shit, I looked absolutely smoking hot in it, why wouldn't they want to fuck me with it on? As I helplessly took Jackson's pummeling, Mike finally pulled his thick meat out of my mouth and said to Emilio, "Hey bud, thanks for the call. Here's your reward."

Kneeling in front of my face, Emilio eagerly freed his stinky cock and started rubbing it on my lips. I flinched in disgust as Jackson grabbed my chin and held my hairy tightly, forcing my mouth open. Without hesitance, Emilio shoved his meat deep into my stretched throat, letting out a satisfied groan as my body took their double team. They both savagely pumped their meat sticks into me at the same time while I throbbed and grunted like an animal. In a matter of minutes, shame came over me as I felt my body tensing up before twitching in orgasm. My mind began to blank again as I succumb to the nature of what I am, a meat prey for these perverse cock predators.

Jackson was pumping viciously hard before suddenly pulling out and just sat there panting in sweat, saying, "Nah... can't cum in the bitch yet, we owe you Emilio. It's all yours."

The moment of pause had me waking to my senses as I tried dashing for the door again. However, like before I had no chance before I was dragged back and pinned down. Mike found some jump ropes among the equipment and immediately tied my wrists behind my back. Shit, I've forgotten how it felt to be helplessly bound and whimpered softly as he tightened the knots. Fully theirs now to do as they pleased, my body squirmed in submission.

Pulling me by the hair, Emilio bent me over a stack of yoga mats and took my worthless cunt while I grunted on my feet to his forcefulness. With each thrust he taunted, "You like putting me down? You think you're better than me? Yeah? Who's fucking who now, bitch?"

Then grabbing my hair and forcing me to stare back as he took my innocent cunt, he spat on me and slapped my face, ordering me to apologize. Drooling mindlessly to his punishment, I stared at this fat janitor before whimpering to his delight, "I'm sorry Emilio... I'm sorry for being such a bitch..."

Rocking senselessly against his cock, I didn't realize Mike had climbed on top of the yoga mats and was stroking his fat cock. When Emilio turned my face front again, he pushed it into mike's balls and ordered me to suck. Without even thinking, I complied like a defeated slave, sucking and licking Mike's balls before he shoved his juicy thick cock right back into my mouth as they double fucked me bent over the stack of yoga mats with my wrists tied behind my back.

After what seemed like an eternity of being their pumping bag, I felt Emilio's grip tighten on my hair before he popped a full load into my pussy. The moment his hot cream filled my hole, I jerked in my own orgasm, screaming on Mike's cock. While his cum oozed out of my sore cunt and down my inner thighs, Emilio zipped up and thanked the boys before leaving. With a grin, Jackson pulled me up by my hair and said, "You're ours now, bitch."

His words sent a chilling arousal down my spine as they laid me on the wrestling mat on top of my bound wrists. I thrashed and kicked, begging them it was enough, but they just laughed and ignored my obvious denials. Mike knelt down on the mat between my open legs and pulled me up by the waist onto his spit covered cock. He slowly pressed his thick meat into my stretched cunt before mercilessly pumping the shit out of me. With my back arched, breasts heaved upwards, and my face upside down, Jackson easily slid his long member all the way deep into my throat as he punished my tits with his hands. They drove into me hard, fucking me like a piece of ragdoll, as I took them like a professional. I was gagging and grunting to another orgasm when Mike suddenly pulled out while my body buckled and writhed in disappointment.

Then pulling me to my feet and bending me over, they swapped as Jackson took my cunt and Mike took my mouth again. With a fistful of my wet hair, Jackson savagely pounded into me from behind while taunting, "Seriously could not tell what a fuckable whore you are when you dress like a librarian, teacher."

As Jackson kept pumping my juicy cunt, Mike pulled out of my mouth and choked my neck until my eyes rolled to the back of my head. Then slapping me a few times, he asked, "So are you a librarian prude, Ms. Bonnie? Or a cock loving whore?"

I was incoherently taking the cock and about to cum when Jackson suddenly pulled out, leaving me spazing and twitching again without satisfaction. I cried and screamed in frustration before finally answering in shame, "I'm a cock loving whore..."

With a satisfied smirk, Jackson put his cock right back into my cunt and pumped vigorously as his friend slapped my face and asked again, "Aren't you sorry for the way you treated us all term? If you want to cum, start apologizing for being such a bitch."

Looking right into Mike's eyes and fearing they would deny me a 3rd time, I whimpered and begged like a desperate cock hungry slut, "I'm so sorry! I'm sorry I've been a total bitch.... Please teach me a cock lesson..."

That was all they needed as Mike shoved his hard meat back into my mouth and they double fucked me until I was brain dead. I groaned and grunted until I finally came again and again, screaming in ecstasy like a drug addict on high. While they stuffed me in rhythm, they kept slapping my ass and my face while the only thing going through my mind was--God yes! Slap the bitch out of me!

For another good 30 minutes they fucked me in various positions on that wrestling mat. Finally, they both pulled out and put me on my knees before dousing their sticky hot semen all over my face down to my tits. As I lay there, bound and covered in cum, they grabbed their phones and took photos of my wrecked body as I continued squirming and moaning softly. I didn't even react to what they were doing, I was... so satisfied that I passed out.

When I came to, I realized they had untied me so I went back to the locker room and cleaned up. I flinched when I first saw my cum covered wrecked body in the mirror, I didn't recognize my own reflection. While washing away in the hot shower, I smiled at the sexual and emotional release, yet cried when I realized once again I was used and fucked like a meat whore. They have pictures of me... I don't like where this is going. I want to quit my job and get away, but we're having a recession and it is just impossible to find another teaching job in the middle of a school year. I'm a little worried. Ok, no, I'm very worried.