Date: Fri, 29 Jan 2021 23:03:15 +0200 From: MultyAmory Subject: Teen Whore Chapter 10 Mr. Crick drove Elliot back to school. Deputy Smith took them both to the station, but they did not go in. Then Mr. Crick went back to the school to bring his car around. Deputy Smith and Elliot sat in silence all the time he was gone, one stoically gazing at his domain, the other sitting in quiet horror. Mr. Crick arranged for that quiet time, just like he arranged for Officer Parker to plant the drugs, and for Vice Principle Snooke to find them, and for Deputy Smith to bury the file, right after he buried his cock in Elliot's ass. When Mr. Crick came back for Elliot, he could see that Elliot was pale and subdued. Elliot continued his horrified silence sitting next to Mr. Crick in his car for a couple of miles, before Mr. Crick broke the silence, "Did you know Emma was my niece?" "What?" Elliot turned sharply to Mr. Crick, only barely understanding the words "Yea, I guess she probably didn't tell you. She is my niece. She's a rambunctious little thing, isn't she?" "Yes?" Elliot was not sure what was going on, and how much Mr. Crick knew -- but then "I know she hangs out with your crew, Elliot, I know she hung out with you guys the other weekend, you had a party, real gangbang of a party -- and that's fine. Girls just want to have fun, boys would be boys, and all that. I don't begrudge her the sex." Mr. Crick glanced over at Elliot, and smiled broadly when he saw Elliot's horrified look. He put his right hand on Elliot's knee "After all, how could I? That would be really hypocritical of me." Mr. Crick fell silent for a moment, his hand lingering on Elliot's thigh, and he imagined it was growing heavy and hot, almost like an emotional brand "You and I, Elliot, we're friends, right? I did you a favor, you did me a favor, we're friends now, right?" "Yes, Mr. Crick." Elliot's voice was meek, and Mr. Crick was pleased with himself; the boy knew what was going on. "I know you'll treat my niece with all the kindness and respect she deserves. If you happen to run into her, she will think she was your long-lost sister, that's how respectful you're going to be, isn't that right?" "Yes, Mr. Crick." "Good." The car stopped. Mr. Crick indicated the school with his head, "we're here; off you go; and don't forget our deal. Do not breathe a word of this to anyone. Deputy Smith still has that bag of yours in his evidence locker. You can still lose all you ever worked for, your entire future, hurt your family, in a flash. So be good, keep quiet, and remember what we said." "Yes, Mr. Crick." Elliot quietly opened the door and left John's car. John followed Elliot's slow walk back to the school and made a mental note to keep a close watch on the boy, to see that he was keeping his word. **** Emma opened the door to the supply closet. Derek was sitting there, completely naked, back against the back wall, sweating on one of the mattresses, his legs spread and his hard dick pointing up like a red toy rocket; his girlfriend, Lucy, was sitting to his side, she still wore pants and a blouse, but it was open, revealing her bra, and her neck and chest were flushed and red, and Emma assumed she and Derek made out, and he kissed and licked and sucked Lucy's body. Lucy was looking down intently at Derek's dick, her hand was going up and down, the shaft was slick with spit, and it made a slight wet sound every time her hand went down on the shaft, all the way down to the balls, and then up, and Derek hissed with pleasure as Lucy rubbed his cock on the way up and moaned when her hand went down "Luce, Luce, Emma's here" Lucy looked up at Emma, her hand resting. Derek breathed hard, "Thanks for coming" Emma smirked, "Well, I didn't cum yet... what do we got? What are we doing?" Lucy leaned back a little, making room, and Derek pulled himself up, his hard, wet engorged cock pointing forward like a pointer dog "Sit here" and indicated where he was sitting. Emma nodded, and started opening her shirt as she was sitting down. She sat, and Lucy leaned in; "hi" she whispered to Emma, and Emma locked eyes with her and for moment she thought Lucy looked beautiful; like Kristen Stewart, but with wild hair. She could feel a warm pulse start in her pussy, "hi" Emma whispered back and then Lucy kissed her; her lips were warm on her lips, and Emma breathed in Lucy's breath, it had a very light aroma of spit and cum, and suddenly she knew why Derek's cock was so wet. Then Lucy kissed down to her neck, licking below her ear, sucking on her soft neck, and gently biting where the neck curved into the shoulder; Emma could hear Lucy whispering, "so beautiful; so beautiful; so delicious" Lucy's hands were messing with Emma's jeans, so Emma helped her; she unbuttoned them and slid them down quick and smooth along with her panties. She was very proficient in undressing quickly and without interrupting what people were doing to her body. Lucy's left hand rested on Emma's breast and she was pushing her slightly against the wall, and with her right hand she spread Emma's legs. The smell of Emma's pussy juices filled the small room, and Derek smiled a broad smile, his hard cock throbbing, dripping pre-cum Lucy dove between Emma's legs; she gathered Emma's fluids with her tongue and Emma moaned; Lucy was lapping at her pussy like a hungry cat going after a saucer of milk, and waves of heat and pleasure were emanating from between her legs, spreading up and down her body, boiling her blood; Lucy's tongue found her clit, and she licked it like a small stubborn ice cream cone slow and steady; Lucy's right hand found Emma's pussy, and she put one finger in her, and then another; Emma gasped, as Lucy added a third finger and started fucking her, rubbing the side of her pussy, or rubbing against her pelvic bone, curling her fingers up, rubbing her sweet spot from the inside, Lucy was sucking on her clit, taking it into her mouth, kissing it, licking it, and then letting it rest while she was licking Emma's pussy lips, gathering her liquids and murmuring sweet nothing, all the while, her fingers in and out of Emma's pussy, before coming back to the clit, licking it again. It was driving Emma wild, she held herself, pushed back against the wall, both hands on the floor, she was pushing against the floor, pushing her naked ass hard on the mattress, all of her concentration on the pleasure Lucy was giving her. She barely noticed as Derek kneeled behind Lucy; she didn't notice when he took off Lucy's pants, but there she was, with lace pink panties, that Derek moved aside, and with one smooth practiced motion, penetrated Lucy's pussy with his hard, wet dick. Emma wondered, vaguely, should she charge them more. 100$ to fuck Lucy and for Derek to watch. Technically, Derek wasn't fucking her. But they were, technically, in a threesome right now. She didn't like it when they changed things on her mid transaction. It didn't bode well, usually. Derek was grunting, his chest red and flushed, hands holding Lucy's waist, he was fucking her face into Emma's pussy "Lucy and I, we were talking" he said, thrusting in Lucy with his words, "we were talking and we want your help. We want Lucy to be a wh-, to be, oh, to be a, a, a whore!" and with that final word, Derek unloaded his cum inside Lucy, and watching him pump and pump and pump, pushed Emma over the edge. **** When John came to Mr. Maison workplace, this time he called first. He wanted Mr. Maison to get used to it, to put it, in his mind, in the same place as other mundane things. Sometimes you go out and have a business meeting during your lunch hour, and sometime your son's teacher fucks you. It's just a thing that happens. They met at the Hilton Garden Inn. The restaurant there was casual, but John had connections with the staff, and that smoothed things. Last time they were there, John ate Mr. Maison's ass and sucked him off; but this time, he had other ideas. After their light lunch, they went up to the room. Mr. Maison was quiet, but he didn't look as terrified as last time; he looked resigned, and John imagined that Mr. Maison perhaps remembered how fun it was last time. "Get naked. Get on the bed." Mr. Maison complied. John observed the man getting undressed, light black hairs on his back, arms, legs, his balls hanging low, his chubby cock soft and almost invisible in his bush. Mr. Maison sat naked on the bed, hands folded in his lap "Lay back" and Mr. Maison did, and his legs slightly parted, and John was pleased. Mr. Maison was learning. John slowly started undressing himself, carefully putting his clothes away on the chair next to him. As he was undressing, he asked Mr. Maison "Did you tell anyone about what happened here last time? About the rim job, the blowjob?" "No!" Mr. Maison sounded scandalized as if he couldn't imagine how something like that could happen "Really? Not even a close friend, a sibling?" "No." Mr. Maison sighed, "I didn't tell anyone." John, now naked, his cock at half-mast, walked over and went down to his knees between Mr. Maison's legs. He slowly parted Mr. Maison's legs some more, and the odor wafted up to him, the small of a man, his ass, his sweat, some pre-cum? John lifted a tube of KY and coated his hands with a generous amount; he lifted Mr. Maison's cock from the nest of black pubic hair where it was laid, and the cock slowly responded to his touch, his careful caress, blood flowing in, and the chubby dick slowly distended "Was it hard, to keep such a secret?" John asked, slowly rubbing the penis, fingers caressing the bulbous head, then circling around the shaft, up and down, slowly jerking off the penis as it got harder "No" Mr. Maison swallowed hard "Have you done anything like this before? Keeping secrets like these from your wife?" John purred, Mr. Maison dick was now completely hard "Uhm" Mr. Maison looked aside as his son's teacher was giving him a hand job on the bed in a hotel room John, the finger of his left-hand slick with KY, slowly pushed it into Mr. Maison's ass. Mr. Maison's breath caught in this throat "Come on, Mr. Maison" John said, slightly getting him, leaning over Mr. Maison's body, his right hand jerking him off, going up and down the slick shaft "I am finger fucking your ass; there are no secrets here... we are way past that." "Once" Mr. Maison gulped; his dick was hard as a steel rod, John's hand felt incredible on his hard dick, his head was swimming with memories, watching himself sucking off his son's teacher, watching himself fucking and getting fucked, remembering the last time they were here, and how hard he came in John's mouth, he suddenly realized John was right; he was having an affair, an affair with a man; this was a long way away from that first time, about Alvin's pictures, "at a conference; I got drunk and I slept with this woman, Karen; she was so hot, and she was really into me and -- " Mr. Maison almost chocked, John smoothly pushed his KY-covered cock into him, replacing the finger that fucked him with a hard dick, and Mr. Maison grunted in mid-sentence; John slowly pushed in, Mr. Maison's ass swallowing his cock like a soft tube of silky hotness; John grunted, "oh, god, so tight!" and Mr. Maison moaned as John bottomed out in his ass. John breathed hard, holding himself above Mr. Maison on his two hands, Mr. Maison's legs naturally spread as John was pushing into him and now folded around John's waist. John slowly pulled back, slowly, inch by inch, and Mr. Maison moaned again, he could feel every inch of John's cock inside him, Mr. Maison closed his eyes, he turned his head, he was moaning, and John could see he was lost in the moment. John pulled half of his cock out and then pushed back in, he was already inside Mr. Maison's ass so it was easier, a smoother ride, he pushed all the way in, then he could feel Mr. Maison's ass against his pubes, then he pulled out again, and pushed back in, Mr. Maison's dark velvety hot softness enveloped his cock, and he could feel heat, heat raising in him, cum boiling in his balls, now Mr. Maison's moans came more regularly, with each thrust inwards, John's cock would apply pressure to his pleasure centers, and Mr. Maison would moan out load "oh, god!" and John would pull some length out, about half his cock, before thrusting in again, and Mr. Maison would moan again "Tell me more about Karen, how many times did you fuck her?" "Oh, oh, fuck, fuck, just once, oh, god" John's thrusts started coming in harder and faster, Mr. Maison's eyes were still closed but he was moving his head from side to side, he wrapped his hands and legs around John who was fucking deep into him "Just once?" John asked, "that's it?" each word a grunt, each word a thrust "Yea, yea, yea, she, she wanted more, but, oh, god, but I, I, told, her, I, was, ma-ma-married" now John's thrusts came faster and faster, and they both couldn't talk anymore, they were breathing hard, sweat was dripping from John's forehead on Mr. Maison's chest and neck but he didn't notice, their grunts and moans combined, John could feel his entire body was on fire, his cock was a knife's edge, every time he pushed in, it was like an electric wave originating from Mr. Maison's ass and spreading all over his body, he grunted. "OK, OK, OK, I'm, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, oh, god, here, it, co-o-o-o-o-o-omes!" and then he shot stream after stream of hot jizz into Mr. Maison's bowls. Later, they rested, sweaty, slowly catching their breath, John picked up the hotel's phone. "Call her" he said, giving Mr. Maison the phone. "What?" Mr. Maison didn't understand, at first, who John was referring to. "Call Karen; tell her you've separated from your wife, that you'd like to see her again. Call her now; while my cum is still leaking out of your ass. Call her now, and while you call her, I will go down on you. I want you to set up a tryst while your hard cock is in my mouth." While he was talking, John licked his palm, and reached down to find Mr. Maison's cock, slowly getting hard. "But, where?" "At my house. You'll tell her you're staying with a friend until you find a new apartment. Now, Mr. Maison; call her. It's not like you have a choice." **** That evening, John fucked Emma, fucking her hard and rough. They did not fuck that often, and usually when they did, Emma initiated it, sometimes to say "thank you" for something, often because John was stepping out of the shower naked, and when Emma saw his powerful build her loins stirred. Usually, her client came fast and went, so she rarely came from fucking, but John's cock was large, and he knew how to use it; he was usually good for an orgasm or two, so when Emma was horny, John was available. But this time, he initiated it. John felt like celebrating: first Mindy, then Mr. Maison, with the promise of more debauchery in their future; and in the days since his double rape, Elliot seemed subdued, and did not cause any trouble. When he came home that evening, Emma was sitting on the sofa, with a large t-shirt and panties, and John just felt like unloading some of his energy. He walked over to her and set next to her and when she looked over to him, he did not say hello or anything, just leaned in and kissed her. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, she leaned back to lay back on the couch, Emma could feel John's urgency, it radiated from his body in waves, he almost tore off her panties, and in seconds he was in her, still with his shirt on, he thrust hard into her, grunting with every push, he pushed hard, and fast, drilling her into the sofa cushions, she could barely speak, her legs were wide and up, it was like he was jack hammering her into the sofa, John grunted, Emma's pussy was tight, it first it was difficult to push into her, but after two or three thrusts she was already wet, he could feel her body around his cock, her pussy was so tight, his cock filled her up, he thrust hard into her, she moaned, a long, high moan, with his thrust in, he pulled out, fast, half way out, then in again, her pussy juice coated his cock completely so know he could push in and out easily, and her pussy was hot like an oven, and tight like a glove, she didn't speak, he didn't let her speak, his mouth was on hers, he grunted, with every thrust inside her he grunted, he could feel the tip of his cock hard like a rock, he tried pushing it deeper and deeper inside her, then John felt it, the tightening, Emma was just starting crying `oh, my god, oh, my god" but he didn't care, he just needed to cum, needed to unload, and when it started, he didn't slow down, he just kept hammering and hammering into her, unloading his balls inside her in celebration. **** About an hour later, they were sitting in the kitchen. Mr. Crick was making stew, whistling while he cooked. Emma was a bit sore between her legs, and she fet slightly jilted that she did not get to cum. In fairness, though, she usually came, and Mr. Crick seemed in such a good mood, she did not want to ruin it by complaining. After Mr. Crick set the table he sat down with her, and they started eating; it was late for her, and she wasn't hungry, but Mr. Crick was wolfing down his second bowl when he started talking between each spoon-full "So, I need you to do me a favor, please, Emma; Mr. Snooke, the Vice Principle, he helped me out with something, something important. Now, I have to pay him back; and I know he likes young girls." Emma was surprised, Mr. Crick knew this about Snooke; noticing her surprise, Mr. Crick chuckled "I've seen his wandering eye; sometimes he stands in the corridors and just undresses them with his eyes... Anyway, shouldn't be that hard; and I bet it'd be short, too. The guy doesn't get it, that much." Emma cleared her throat. It was a dilemma for her; Mr. Crick might get angry that she's already fucking Snooke; maybe he'd think it's dangerous, maybe she'd be ruining his plans. But lying to him would be much, much worse; and as she was considering it, Emma realized it wasn't just about the danger, not just about risking her set-up; but also, she liked Mr. Crick, and she felt genuinely bad that she might hurt him. "Um, Mr. Crick? I'm sorry, but... I've already fucked him. I mean, I'm fucking him." "What?!" Mr. Crick looked almost scandalized, which Emma thought was slightly funny "Yea, he found out I was fucking the students, so I brought him on board. I give 20% of the take, and let him fuck me up the ass every week." Mr. Crick looked thoughtful. He seemed surprised, but not mad; just thoughtful. "Interesting. I'm disappointed in myself that I didn't pick up on that; but that's a credit to you, my dear, for being cautious and discrete. You're doing good. If Snooke is fucking you regularly, that's good for me, good for us. However, I still need to pay him back. What do you think? Do you have an idea for something special Snooke would like?" POLYAMORY IS WRONG! It is either Multiamory or Polyphilia, but mixing Greek and Latin Roots? WRONG!