Don't play the innocent virgin with me, Miss Thornwood. He spat, arrogantly. I know who you are. I know who you were back in high school too. A whore, a bully, like my idiot daughter. A good-for-nothing little bitch who looked down on everyone and thought she was hot shit. Well, look where that led you! Are you hot shit now, girl? Are you a little princess waiting to be given everything on a silver platter, or are you just a cheap hooker reduced to sucking dick for money?"
He was furious. Even though she had done everything to make him happy, his eyes were darting lightnings behind his broad glasses. Frightened, Alice tried to step back, but Mr. Thompson caught her wrist in his hand and forced her to stay next to him. His grip felt like a death trap, she couldn't escape him! But, once again, the 19-year-old girl felt a familiar tingling in her pussy telling her that maybe, just maybe, she didn't want to...
"I'm sorry," she begged, panicking. "Don't get mad, I'm sorry. I'll be good! I promise I'll be good, sir!"
"GOOD!?" the middle-aged man shrieked. "You're not good, Miss Thornwood! You've never been good, and you'll never be good at anything other than servicing men! You're not smart or respectful, you don't contribute anything to society. The sole purpose a waste of space like you can find is to relieve the urges of the people who make the world go round. So tell me girl, be honest for once in your life, what are you?"
His tone was imperious, the helpless stripper felt like she couldn't deny him anything. She noticed the bulge forming in his pants and realized anger wasn't the only reason he berated her so much. That old jerk was getting off on insulting her! It was just another one of his games. Alice knew full-well playing into it could only end badly. Which was probably why she found it so tempting...
"I'm… I'm a whore, sir." the 19-year-old girl muffled, while putting her hand on his crotch.
Under his trousers, she felt how hard he was getting. For her. For how much he enjoyed hearing her verbally humiliate herself. Thinking of it aggravated the bedlam in her panties. Why did she find it so arousing to fire him up?
"Louder, Miss Thornwood. LOUDER!" he insisted. "Accept it, embody it!"
"I'm just a lowly whore, sir," Alice said, defeated. "A trashy harlot, whose only purpose in life is to service others."
"Good," he nodded. "Then start acting like one and shake that ass for me, you lousy tramp."
The young stripper didn't need to be told twice, she didn't dare. He finally let her go and Alice positioned a chair in front of him. She sat on it, facing away from her professor, and started to enticingly move her butt up and down. Her twerking movements were so fierce it made Mr. Thompson able to see the flimsy thong hidden under her scandalously short skirt.
It was so weird to wear this slutty attire front of him! She remembered conversations with her female classmates back in the day about how pissed they were some schoolboys tried to upskirt them when they took the stairs. She had even signed a petition asking the school-board, which Mr. Thompson was part of, if female students could wear pants — or at the very least longer skirts —, which their conservative principal Mr. Collins refused to hear about. Fucking misogynistic asshole...
Yet, after having spent years trying to conceal what was under her skirt to high school boys her age, Alice was obscenely showing it to one of her middle-aged professors! Even worse, to the one who scolded female students the most!
She would have never thought the stern and irritable Mr. Thompson would be the one to upskirt her in her school uniform one day. But was that even upskirting if she was showing him her most intimate parts willingly? It was so taboo, so wrong and humiliating! Which probably explained why Alice was feeling this horny. Her booty shacking became more intense, as if her body was doing its best to reveal her shapely ass as much as possible to the unsightly older man behind her. Fuck, she felt like such a bad girl, right now! A bad girl in dire need of harsh discipline...
Mr. Thompson grinned from ear to ear, seeing the former arrogant schoolgirl finally obeying his orders submissively. Alice knew she should put her foot down, but couldn't bring herself to. Complying to the lustful teacher's demands was only allowing him to push her further and further. Crystal was right, the guy was demented, dangerous! She had never realized that about him when she sat at her desk in class, but how could an innocent high-schooler even imagine how lewd and diabolical her professor was behind his professional facade? Yet, submitting to him was strangely... Freeing.
Now that her life had taken a sharp turn, leading her to work in this den of infamy, Alice was discovering even austere-looking grown-ups could hide terrible motives and sexual perversions. Perversions the naive 19-year-old girl was an easy prey for. Maybe she obeyed her nasty professor because a part of her was actually curious to know the full extent of it...
"That's a nice little ass you got there, Miss Thornwood," the gross 55-year-old man praised. "I wonder how many high school jocks have seen it? I bet guys were lining up to fuck you."
"No, they weren't, sir," Alice tried to explain, once again. "I only dated Sean Roberts and Nathan Jacobs in high school, everything else was just rumors!"
"It's laughable you still hold on to this sinless maiden nonsense, Miss Thornwood. You're a frigging stripper now, who's gonna buy that bullshit anymore? Skip the false prudishness and get on my lap, will you? I want to feel you up."
Alice sighed, resigned. It was true that, considering her current job, she would have a hard time convincing anyone she wasn't the slut everyone called her behind her back when she was in high school. Retroactively, she was even proving all those rumors right. That, and waaay beyond!
Because even the vilest liars would have never dared suggest mighty Alice Thornwood was blowing the old and prickly Mr. Thompson, or stripping three times a week for her friend Stacey's dad. It would have been too far-fetched, an obvious lie, and a sickening one considering their age gap! All her former classmates would be disgusted if they saw her now, sitting on their most repulsive teacher's knees and letting him get a handful of her buttcheeks under her skirt. It was so outrageous and dirty! Just thinking about it made Alice hotter and hornier.
"That's more like it," Mr. Thompson said, kneading and pinching her bum. "If all my students came to class with this kind of whorish outfit, my work would certainly be less stressful. How nice it would be to pick one at the end of each class to give me a little dance like you're doing, Miss Thornwood. But I suppose not many would want to get groped by a fat man their dad's age. Since I only have you at hand, you'll have to make up for all of them on your own. Sounds fair, slut?"
Of course it wasn't fair. A decent man wouldn't have these kinds of illegal fantasies! Having Mr. Thompson go to jail would have sounded like great news back in high school, when every schoolgirl hated his guts for his irritable and demeaning attitude. But, now that the old-timer was the customer providing for most of her income, Alice didn't like the sound of that one bit. Furthermore, there was definitely something more than money involved here...
So, no, it was better for the grey-haired professor to use and abuse her — and no one else! — to satisfy his urges. Not because Alice enjoyed it of course, what a silly idea! It's just... The teen girl was of legal age now, and no one would know what happened between her and the school's most hated teacher. If doing dirty deeds with Mr. Thompson was preventing him from building up frustration and doing something stupid at school, it was almost an act of charity she was doing, right? There was no need for Alice to hold back, in that case. She would gladly play the sacrificial lamb part, even if — especially if! — it meant getting mistreated by her patronizing teacher...
"Of course it's fair, sir," the beautiful blonde replied meekly. "High-schoolers can get mean and unruly, and you do well restraining yourself with them. But you don't have to do so with me. Like you said, I'm a whore, my purpose is to relieve the stress of hard-working men like you. So, if you have to discipline someone, let it be me..."
Alice couldn't believe those words had crossed her lips, but Mr. Thompson certainly didn't need her to repeat. He bent the indecent-looking stripper over on his lap, unceremoniously raised her skirt, and started to spank her ass without reserve. The young blonde regretted her choice almost immediately. Her poor buttcheeks were on fire, and every moan and cry only made the vicious old professor slap her harder!
"Never took you for a team player, Miss Thornwood," he laughed, as he subjected the helpless teenager to a severe ass-beating. "You know those girls you're biting the bullet for are the same two-faced bitches who spread rumors about you, right? Even my daughter Stacey was in on it. You were supposed to be friends, but I heard her gossip unsavory stories about you. So congrats on taking one for the team, because none of your friends from back then would return the favor! Wonder if that makes you a martyr or a stupid dimwit everyone gets to bully? I have my opinion on the matter."
As the 55-year-old man kept on slapping her, tears ran down Alice's cheeks. At first, she thought it was the pain, but, considering how wet her pussy was getting, Mr. Thompson's abuse was feeling less and less like punishment... No, it was because her professor had struck a chord, telling her she was being chastened in place of people who would never do the same for her.
Stacey had always been vindictive, but the other high school girls hadn't been much better, talking behind her back because they were jealous of her looks. Even her first boyfriend Sean Roberts had bragged about his times with her, blowing things out of proportion and amplifying the "easy girl" reputation Alice had carried on to college. Everyone had betrayed her, slighted her, abandoned her, even her mother and father! Mr. Thompson's mistreatment was just the last in a long line of afflictions the poor blonde had suffered through.
But, for the first time, the person responsible for her woe was being honest about what he thought and wanted out of her. Mr. Thompson didn't play games like the others, he was blatantly clear about the fact he resented her and wanted nothing more than to take advantage of her body. He was a bastard, but at least she knew where he stood. Furthermore, Alice was discovering getting treated this way by someone that much older and uglier than her was touching deeply entrenched kinks she never thought she had.
"You're right, Daddy!" the young girl cried, pushing her reddening butt in the air to invite him to slap it harder. "Everyone at school has been mean to me. But I deserve it, as I deserve your scolding. I've been a bratty student with bad grades, I've been disobedient in your class. So go ahead, SPANK ME! Teach me a lesson I'll remember! If I let you punish me enough, I can become a good girl again, right? Please, please, tell me I can be your perfect little girl, Daddy!"
The old man gave her a few more slaps, making the blonde stripper moan in pleasure. Holy fuck, how could something painful feel so good!? Alice never had a man discipline her this way when she was a kid, none of the short-term step-dads her mother brought home had ever dared lay a hand on her. Which was probably for the best, because she might have disobeyed on purpose if she had known it could be so enjoyable...
"I have to stop, Miss Thornwood," the 55-year-old man said, quieting his hand. "This is supposed to be a correction, but you're getting off on it! What a filthy slut was hiding under your pretentious schoolgirl appearance. Should I remind you who's beating your ass right now, girl?"
Alice blushed. It's true she was getting into it too much, considering the man slapping her ass was almost thrice her age. Furthermore, she didn't know much about Mr. Thompson, other than his job and his daughter. Usually, she had intimate discussions with the guys she dated before anything physical happened. The young blonde couldn't belive she was currently giving herself so freely to an old pervert she barely knew.
"I'm... I'm sorry, Mr. Thompson," she answered, shyly. "I don't know what came over me. I..."
"It's hormones, kid. You're at that age, but it shouldn't prevent you from doing your job properly. Remove your top now."
The 19-year-old girl pulled her white top and threw it on the side, letting the unsightly teacher admire her almost naked figure. Considering she was a stripper, nakedness didn't embarrass her as much as it used to. But Mr. Thompson wasn't any run of the mill customer. He had met her mother at teacher-student meetings, he had criticized her laziness in class and called her stupid in front of classmates. Knowing the same despicable man she had known since she was 15 was now paying to look at how erect her nipples had gotten after this spanking session felt so wrong!
"I love to see you humiliate yourself by stripping in front of others, but I like it even more when you're doing it only for me, Miss Thornwood," the middle-aged man said, with a contemptuous smile. "Do you enjoy being a naughty girl for your teacher?"
"I... I do, sir." Alice replied, weirdly realizing she wasn't lying.
"Perfect. Then, since you have nothing against special treatment, get on your knees and suck my cock, you horny slut."
His order was brutish and degrading, but Alice fell to her knees anyway. She removed the high school teacher's belt and opened his zipper. The spanking session had made him as rock hard as the pretty stripper's pussy had gotten wet. It wasn't a surprise, he was this way every time she met with him. For such an old man, he didn't seem to have problems with erectile dysfunction. Or maybe it was because he was with her specifically? A part of Alice strangely hoped so...
Mr. Thompson watched her silently, full of contempt for the way the arrogant schoolgirl's life had turned out. He truly was an insufferable man, an angry and pathetic little tyrant who took pleasure from belittling and defiling a girl 36 years younger than he was. No wonder his wife dumped him and everyone at school hated him, from the students to the staff members.
Yet, submitting her will to such a detestable man made Alice wet beyond reason! There was something seriously wrong with him, no doubt about it, but there was definitely something wrong with her too!
The teen stripper started sucking on his veiny cock. Their sessions always ended up this way: after insulting her for a while, he enjoyed fucking her face silly, as if to release a pressure silenced for too long.
That's it, little bitch," Mr. Thompson said, looking down on her. "Feel every inch of a fat old scumbag's dick penetrate your young whore mouth! Stimulate your wet crotch while blowing me. I want to see how much you enjoy being put in your rightful place!"
Even though she should have hated it... Enjoy it, she did! The poor girl's clitoris was burning up and she slid two fingers in her pussy while moaning on the repulsive professor's thick rod.
God, how she had missed this feeling! Alice hadn't understood it before entering this room, but she had been anticipating this moment for days. At home while she darned the slutty schoolgirl costume he had requested her to wear, or on stage while she looked in the dimly lit room to see if he was back. Every time Bill had told her someone had ordered a private dance from her, she had come running, only to be disappointed when she found a random stranger sitting on this leather chair.
It was all so clear now, she had been waiting, longing! This chair had finally found its rightful owner back. And so had Alice! It felt strange to think of her ugly high school teacher in those terms, but the teenage girl couldn't deny this way of looking at things was exciting her...
The blonde beauty started working the 55-year-old man's shaft faster, engulfing him profoundly in her mouth. She had gotten better at it. She had trained to suppress her gag reflex and she was now able to swallow Mr. Thompson's whole girth, sometimes with a little help from his hands.
It was a bit painful, to be honest. Alice had a hard time breathing with something so fat and meaty shoved in her mouth, and the back of her throat had never been stretched this much. Bobbing her head up and down on it brought tears to her eyes, ruining her mascara, which the dirty old man seemed to find delightful.
But the teen stripper was gradualy getting used to it, and the little pain in her gullet was becoming secondary in comparison to how excited this situation made her. Her professor hadn't lied the first time they met here, his lessons were paying off. Soon, she would be an oral expert, and an enthusiastic one at that! Because Alice had come to love to move her pink lips from the old man's bulbous glans to the base of his dick, and to feel her handsome face stuck against his grey pubes.
The movements of her fingers in her lady parts quickened. She couldn't deny it anymore, she wanted to feel her old teacher's seed paint the walls of her mouth. She wanted to feel him explode inside her!
Most of all, she wanted him to know it was her, Alice freaking Thornwood, the student he so often berated and called a dumb failure, and none other, who was able to make him feel this good.
"Jesus Christ, how eager you are tonight, whore!" he exclaimed, amused. "None of the hookers I hired over the years have devoured my dick as enthusiastically as you. Who'd have thought you had a thing for nasty old men cocks? Or maybe you actually missed me?"
Alice pulled his cock out of her mouth, panting. She'd gone at it a bit too enthusiastically, it's true, but... She couldn't help it if blowing this spiteful man her dad's age aroused her so much!
She started to lick all along his erect penis, as if she was trying to burn every aspect of it in her memory using her tongue. It had an intense smell, its ridiculous girth made it almost funny to look at, but... He was right, she had missed it! She had yearned for this cock, and for the twisted man it was attached to.
"I… I missed you, Daddy. I really did," the 19-year-old girl said, with almost pleading eyes.
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