(All sexual activities described in this story take place between consenting adults 18 years of age or older.)
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Claire could sense rather than see Michelle smile as Mr. Paul, her ex-teacher, lay on the bed stroking himself off to some seedy porn video on his iPad. He cock was hard and almost snarling in his hand as he tugged himself watching his skin show. They were hidden in the darkness of his hotel room that they'd snuck into for a joke. Those stolen seconds of watching him tug himself seemed to last forever, until her friend decided it was time to take control.
"Well, well Mr. Paul! It seems Claire and I have the wrong room!" Michelle pouted in a little girl lost voice that failed to disguise its mocking tone.
Neil Paul's eyes left the screen to see the two girls standing in the darkness. He gave a startled yelp and jumped up as if burned and the iPad flew into the air, spinning away from him. Michelle reached from the darkness and caught it, like a bird snatching a fish.
"Michelle? Claire! What the hell are you two doing here!" he attempted to sound strict and authoritative, like he did in class, but instead it was a strained and embarrassed whisper.
Michelle looked at the iPad. The brunette in the video, that strongly resembled her, was giving a whore like blow job.
"You want to cum in my face don't you? Well you're going to need to fuck me first." The slut in the video said.
Michelle walked over to the desk opposite the bed and placed the iPad upright so they could all clearly see the online threesome. Neil realised that he was still slowly stroking himself as she did this. Michelle looked at him with an undisguised wanton hunger, whilst a startled Claire had raised a clenched fist to her mouth, her eyes unable to tear themselves away from the slow jerking of his cock.
Michelle stepped forward a pace and he instinctively stepped back, "Mr. Paul?" she whispered.
"Yes Michelle?" he whispered back.
"You're really a disgusting little pervert aren't you?" his eyes fell so he was staring at the cock in his hand. He seemed unable to stop tugging himself.
"You'd like me to do to you, what she's doing to him wouldn't you?" she asked.
He looked at her and then over her shoulder at the slut on the iPad, down on her knees, deep throating some lucky bastard. There was a silence as he looked into her eyes. "Yes." He felt his cock jerk in his hand.
"I thought so. Claire's just going to sit in that armchair there and watch the show. She's a little bit shy you know."
Claire found herself flouting like a ghost to the chair opposite the bed and adjacent to the desk where the iPad was propped. She put her handbag down. She couldn't remember ever being as wet in her whole life.
Meanwhile Michelle was slowly stepping out of her dress to reveal an exquisite black bra, knickers and suspenders. Her body was tightly muscled. Mr. Paul looked on in a dream, still tugging his hard cock.
"Actually Claire, before you get comfortable, I do need your help. I'd like you to take my bra off, so Mr. Paul can see the tits he was gauping at all night in all their glory. You do want to see my tits don't you Mr. Paul?"
"Yes, Michelle." Neil croaked. The formality of her calling him Mr. Paul was just perfect.
In a dream state Claire found herself getting up and unfastening Michelle's bra. Mr. Paul gasped as Michelle's large breasts firmly fell from their confinement. She was easily a double D cup and she was right, he had been gauping at them all night. She cupped her tits in her hands.
"Just to be sure Mr. Paul, tell me what you'd like me to do now." Michelle asked commandingly.
She'd kept her heels on and she was as tall as him now as he stood naked in front of her.
There was a silence that seemed to last forever, "I'd like you suck my cock." He whispered.
"Well good. I guess I'll be your slut for you." Michelle's slowly dropped down to her knees so her head was parallel with his groin. Her tongue snaked out of her mouth and licked the helmet of his cock. Neil let out a long groan which increased as she took the whole of his cock head and began sucking and rocking, back and forth with a whore like motion. The suction she managed to generate was incredible. He found himself watching Michelle staring up at him like the submissive girl in the porn video. She was playing with her tits, cupping them and tweeking the nipples like a whore. He felt his knees begin to weaken with the sheer pleasure of the blow job so he sat on the edge of the bad and reached down to her big tits. They were tanned (the slut must sunbathe topless) and firm despite their size. He caressed them at first before pinching the nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
Claire sat spellbound at the erotic scene before her. She was so wet that the gusset of her thong was now utterly sodden. She could feel her nipples harden almost painfully as her friend deep throated their former teacher. Mr. Paul was swearing with appreciative grunts as he face fucked Michelle in tandem with the slut on the video. Suddenly Michelle stopped, his cock making an audible pop as is slipped out her hot mouth.
"We've got all night Mr. Paul and I can't have you cumming too soon. It's time for you to get on your knees now and be my little slut."
Getting up she sat on the end of bed and opened her legs. In a dreamlike state Neil swapped places and was on his knees on the floor looking up at her.
"Now Mr. Paul, I want you to pull my panties down and suck my cunt until I cum. Can you do that?"
Neil nodded, and in his eagerness yanked down the panties until they fell to the ankles of her high heeled shoes. Her pussy was shaved utterly and was already leaking juice. He leant forward to lick but Michelle suddenly readjusted, leaning backwards so that her tight tiny arse was exposed too.
