“Would you gentlemen Like some drinks? Whisky?” Mr Harper said, breaking the silence.
“Oh yes,” came mumbled replies. Liz quickly left and returned with five whiskies. They each took one as she stood to one side.
“Your service is rather fine isn’t it?” said the Disraeli look alike, as the rest of the gentlemen looked over towards Liz.
“Yes she is rather. Feel free do what you like to her, she’s mine and currently being punished for poor behaviour,” Mr Harper replied flippantly. Liz gave Mr Harper a look then quickly averted her eyes.
“Isn’t that right Miss Cummington?” And with that he turned the vibrator up to maximum and Liz gave a little gasp.
“Yes sir,” Liz gasped, short of breath.
A couple of the guests looked over and Mr Harper motioned them over to Liz. The two small fat ones walked up to her. One went straight in and took her by the bum and pressed her up against his crotch as he buried his face in her chest. She could feel his bulge against her. Liz then started to wiggle from her chest down to her bum and gave the little man some fun. The other circled Liz, stopping behind her.
“Stop, bend over please legs apart,” he ordered. Liz stopped at once. The man who was attached to her breasts took his head out and moved back to allow her to bend over.
The small gentlemen then knelt down behind Liz and took a great sniff. She could feel him linger there, smelling and gazing up at the soaked panties and the vibrator buzzing away within her. Suddenly the strain on her legs from bending over for such a length of time was too much, her legs gave way and she fell forward steadying herself on whatever came first. Unfortunately for her, this was the crotch of the fellow who had previously made a home in her bosom. Her breasts rocked forward, almost breaking free of the dress, and her rear was now fully on show for all to see. Her knees stung with pain from the impact on the floor.
“Well my dear, if you insist,” said bosom lover as he opened up his trousers and held his shirt up so that his penis was unobstructed.
Liz ignored the pain and went to work, stroking his shaft and sucking his sack. This appeared to be too much for Mr. Bosom Lover and he shot with a whimper, the spray hitting her face. She stopped stroking, licked his cock clean and waited for the command to stand once more.
The order never came, but she did feel a hand forcing her head down and a command to raise her rear, then her panties being moved aside. A cock was then thrust into her hole. Tight, unexpected, her muscles contracted, she fought the desire the cry out.
He pounded her for quite some time, building his thrusts and speed then suddenly stopping. He gave her a great spank on her arse, causing Liz to cry out in pain and excitement. Once again he spanked her, then he spoke.
“Would you join us?” the voice invited and the group approached her.
“Please stand Miss, and open your legs and bend over,” one of the men said. Liz did so and as she bent down, her breasts fell free of the dress.
The men approached, one taking a position beneath her, removing the vibrator and placing it between her breasts and began to nibble her pussy. Another presented his cock to Liz’s face and fed it into her mouth. Two of the others took a hand each and she began wanking their hardening cocks. The final gentleman returned to her arse and started fucking her. The motion of his thrusts translated into her fucking the cock in her mouth. Her aching legs buckled but held as she wallowed in the pleasure of the man eating her pussy.
She had just enough control to maintain a good stroking action on the two cocks in her hands.
“Up on your knees,” the voice commanded.
“Y-yes sir,” Liz replied and complied.
“Now open your dress so we may all see your breasts and push them together,” the voice continued.
Liz fully opened her dress and pushed her breasts together, creating an awe inspiring cleavage.
“Gentlemen?” Mr. Harper said with a wicked smile.
He and the rest of the men then proceeded to masturbate and ejaculate onto Liz’s breasts. The effect from all five men, some shooting a greater load than others, was of a little lake formed on her breasts. A little ‘waterfall’ trickled down her and pooled in her lower half, soaking into the dress.
“Miss Cummington, take off your dress and clean it. I want you to lap up all of it,” Mr. Harper said whilst looking Liz in the eye.
Liz stood and peeled off the dress, starting by removing it from her shoulders then slowly unzipping the front and sliding it down, bending slowly to allow the audience to see her in all her glory before stepping out of it, one leg at a time.
The cum had mostly soaked into the dress but a small amount still remained trickling down her bust. She then laid the dress down flat, got onto all fours with her rear pointed to the heavens. One perfect round cheek was still reddened from the spanking as she brought her head down towards the dress. Liz lapped up the cum like a cat with a bowl of milk.
Slowly at first, then as she tasted the juice she increased her motion, her breasts moving too and fro as she did so, the motion also following through to send her rear rocking back and forth. Then, satisfied with what his slave had accomplished, Mr Harper ordered, “Make yourself decent Miss Cummington and we dine.”
He then looked at his watch and said, “Gentlemen, it is late. I must ask you to make tracks,” and with that the men departed.
“Now my sexy minx, I will take you home. You may shower and get back into the uniform you arrived in, I will keep this here for another time,” Mr. Harper said softly into Liz’s ear.
Liz climbed the stairs exhausted, entered the room that she was instructed to change in and showered. The sweet relief as the warm water touched every part of her body was quite possibly the best shower she’d had in a long time.
She put on her green satin underwear set, but this time she wore the tights under her panties and suspender straps. Then she rolled on her stockings and slipped into her heels. Then came the task of re-buttoning the thankfully intact blouse and slipping back into her tartan dress, not forgetting the school tie. She looked around for anything she may have forgotten, left the room and waited for Mr. Harper in the grand hallway.
As she and Mr. Harper got into his car, he looked over and said, “You made up for your mistake early and did a very good job, I believe we will do this again. Now where is it I am taking you?”
“Thank you sir, was my pleasure. Number 32, Adams Road, Harsonford,” replied Liz.
After about an hour they arrived at Liz’s flat. It wasn’t the nicest, just one small room, but the location wasn’t bad. It looked out onto fields with a small wood at the end. Not that they could see this at one o’clock in the morning.
“My, my, slut! This will not do at all. I will get you a far nicer place, closer to the school and to me. Somewhere where I can make house calls. Somewhere with privacy,” Mr. Harper said, with a real level of compassion in his voice.
“Thank you Sir, I would be most grateful,” said Liz at this level of generosity. And, with that, they parted, the night over.
