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Three Little Maids from School:
by V.P. Viddler
19:
When Sharon showed up at school the following day in her tight,
tight sweater and short skirt which I had told her to wear, she was
the focus of attention for more reasons than one. The story of what
she had done in the hall had spread rapidly around school; and many
kids who had known about my relationship with Barbara put two and two
together, and stared at sexy Sharon with their tongues hanging out.
Sharon walked around with a red face all day. But she had no way to
stop the bouncing and jiggling and swaying of her thrusting breasts,
or to make them less obvious as the sweater clung to the round curves
like paint, and the nipples poked the material out in two perfectly
outlined, delicious little bumps. Nor could she do anything to cover
her bare thighs, exposed far higher than usual, and almost revealed up
to her pussy when she sat down.
At lunch, about a hundred guys tried to sit down at our table,
but it only sat six aside from us. They all ogled Sharon madly.
"What these guys really want for lunch is you," I said. "Right,
boys?"
Sharon was blushing furiously, squirming under their avid gazes.
"Which one of these clowns do you want to fuck?" I said.
Suddenly there was absolute silence.
Sharon swallowed. "I--Danny, I--"
"You're going to fuck somebody, Sharon, just to show what a
willing slave you are," I said. "So choose, or I'll do it for you."
"Ohh--" Sharon moaned.
"Okay," I said. "I have an idea. Listen to me, Sharon. I want you
to tell me who you think--the truth now--who you think is the ugliest,
most unattractive, most disgusting-looking boy in this whole school."
Sharon's eyes widened.
"That's right, bitch. Because that's the one you're going to lay
for today."
"Oh, god--" Sharon gasped. "Danny--"
"Shut up," I said. "Now, I want the truth, Sharon. The absolute,
positive truth. I'll know if you're lying to me. Won't I, slave?"
Sharon gulped and nodded.
"All right. Come on, now. Who is it?"
Sharon licked her dry lips. "I--Danny, please--I-I'll--"
"Who, Sharon? Tell me right now, you filthy slut, or I'll strip
you naked and lay you out on this table and make you screw every guy
in this room. Come on. Who is it?"
Sharon's eyes filled with tears. "I-it's--G-Gus M-Miranda," she
said chokingly. And she shuddered.
There was a loud guffaw from the watching guys. "Damn," one said,
"she's telling you the truth all right! Gus is so horrible-looking
nobody will go near him. Even his mother, I'll bet!"
"Okay," I said. "That's a good girl, Sharon. Now I want you to go
find old Gus and bring him to me. Then you can tell him the good
news."
Sharon shook her head instinctively. "Oh, no, oh, no, Danny
--please. Not him. Please, no--I can't. Not with him, please--"
"Sharon," I said.
"Please--" she whimpered.
"Sharon. I want you to show all these fellows what a degraded
whore you are. Do you understand, slut?"
"Yes--" Sharon said softly.
"Now are you my slave or not? Now look out, Sharon. Because if
you say yes, you are never to object to my orders again. No matter
what. You'll crawl naked through the mud to lick my shit if I say so.
Is that clear?"
Sharon caught her breath. "Ohh. Ohh god, I--yes, Danny."
"Now. Say it, Sharon. Loud and clear, before witnesses. What are
you?"
And Sharon took a long, shuddering breath and said in a soft but
clear voice, "I--I am your slave, Danny. I am. I will do what you say.
Anything you say. I will crawl through the mud naked to lick your
shit. I am your degraded, crawling slut slave. I'm sorry I argued with
you. My desires mean nothing. Command me to sacrifice my body to
anyone you wish. My body is yours to command. My whole being is yours
to control. I love you."
Sharon was panting as she said this. The guys were goggling. My
cock was stiff as anything. I said, "Good. Now go find Gus and bring
him back like a good little doggy."
Sharon went.
"Holy fucking shit!" Barney Smith said. "Can I have her next,
Danny? I'll give you anything you want!"
"Hey, does that broad have anything on under those things?"
another guy said.
"You'll find out," I said.
Sharon finally came back with old Gus, who was indeed a really
disgusting specimen, fat and kind of scrunched up and pimply, with
awful, green-looking teeth and ratty hair and an ugly smirk and foul
breath on top of it.
"What the hell you want?" he said.
"Okay, Sharon," I said. "Tell him."
"I--" Sharon looked at me wildly, looked at the watching guys,
looked at the floor, bit her lip. "Right here?" she moaned. "In front
of--"
"Now!" I said.
"I--ohh, I--ohh god." Sharon's voice was shaking. "G-Gus...
I...You--" I waited patiently, enjoying her difficulty. Gus watched
her high, heaving tits. "I-I'm going to--ohh--I'm going to fuck you,"
Sharon blurted.
Gus stared at her.
"Don't you want to fuck Sharon, Gus?" I said.
Gus couldn't talk. But he nodded like a madman.
"Sharon, tell Gus--and all the guys--what you're wearing under
your skirt."
And Sharon whispered, "Nothing."
And I told her to show them...
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