1. Strawberry jam on pineapple in champagne. Part 1
  2. Strawberry jam on pineapple in champagne. Part 2

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In the morning, waking up earlier than usual, and still under the impression of yesterday’s obscene transformation of herself into an entertainment allowance for sex, Svetlana again thought about her precipitous fall from an elegant biology teacher to a luxury free whore. She deliberately did not want to use the phrase “sexual slave” in relation to herself, although she perfectly understood that this is the way it is. Now it will be used by two guys, but she seems unable to argue with them. In general, I could not believe that they could easily punish her for bad behavior and without any love preludes, forcibly fucking every day. But now Sveta no longer wanted, like last night, to send her blackmailers to hell, to hide under a blanket and come what may. On the contrary, a strange obstinacy of an exhausted but not conquered woman awakened in her. Thinking over her future behavior, she firmly decided to go all the way, it was in vain that she gave herself up to these young rapists yesterday, as was the last slut. From now on, she will try to hide her feelings deep inside herself, will be stressed by indifferent and unconditionally obedient, demonstratively showing them a slight contempt after each sexual intercourse.

Even a possible pregnancy is not so scary as yesterday, because in the end you can always get an abortion. Of course, this is an extreme measure and it cannot be brought to this, but it is also unacceptable to show them the fear of flying into the ground. Let them see what their adult slave is self-confident, independent and proud. After yesterday, she basically wanted to prove to these high-profile youngsters, with all their mocking rules and contrived punishments, that she would easily endure a month of sexual use, and this would not make her feel disgraced or dishonored. In any case, she will remain a beautiful proud and desirable woman, even if these bastards begin to rude and torture her roughly every day. She will surely endure all this, and then she will marry successfully and be happy in spite of them. She will immediately forget about them, but they will surely remember how wonderful the adult figure skater of biology fucked, and will compare it with their notorious scary girls. Comparison will certainly be in her favor, no doubt. Therefore, they will envy look at a young slim woman, happily married, respected by all and super attractive ... And then everything will be good for her ... All you have to do is endure a month of sexual testing ... A bullshit term for an experienced stripper .

Thinking so, Svetlana encouraged herself, justifying the need to suffer a little, for the sake of her future well-being. For some reason it seemed that if she could withstand a month of active forced sex with these youngsters, then she would have a bright future without problems.

At school, Svetlana Viktorovna was a little distracted from annoying thoughts, and only in changes, with bashful interest, wondered what else the torturers would demand from her. By the middle of the day, internal mental throwings had noticeably subsided, she looked at what happened yesterday much more calmly and with slightly different eyes. For some reason, again, she began to perceive what was happening to her as an exciting sex game, in which she was assigned the exciting role of a slave for the provision of all types of sexual services. She, blushing, recalled how she fucked at the same time with her two students and the sweet feeling of forbidden licentiousness kindled a desire to repeat it again.

At the end of the seventh lesson, Sveta had already decided that most likely there would be no continuation tonight, but at recess, Roman met her in the corridor.Not knowing how to behave, she approached him. Having waited for no one to be around, she asked, embarrassed, stumbling, trying not to meet her eyes and speak quietly, almost in a whisper.

- You will be ... with me ... tonight?

- Required! Try to look beautiful and erotic, an interesting pastime awaits you, - he mysteriously answered, and winked, and then asked quite loudly: - What is your boobs size?

“Usually I buy an 80C bra,” she quickly answered, casting a surprised glance at him. - This is about the third size. Why do you need?

- I want your wonderful third size under a blouse waving without a bra. From tomorrow you, Svetlana Viktorovna, are not allowed to wear underwear. No bras and underwear. I will see, I will punish. And do not forget how you were taught to contact us. All clear, whore? - He said cheekily, feeling his power and obviously mocking her.

For a few seconds, Svetlana looked at the guy who dared at work to call her a slut with unconcealed anger. It was one thing when she was told that yesterday in a private setting, after sex, and quite another here in school, almost in public. She doesn’t lie naked in bed now in front of him with her legs apart, and he not only forced her into all holes to behave in such a shameless way. At the moment she is standing in front of him, strictly dressed, in a long, tight skirt, serious and correct. In addition, the school environment requires to comply with certain limits of decency, because he is her student and she is his teacher and between them is eight years the difference in age. Everything else, with her impeccable model appearance, she deserves much more than to fuck for free in the evening, in all holes, with a teenager who does not appreciate such a chic gift of fate ...

- Yes ... Sir, - overcoming the desire to slap a slap in the face of this overbearing jerk, she squeezed out barely audible, well aware that you can not give in to emotions.

- That's good. And now the prostitute has gone, emboldened by the power over a beautiful woman, Roman has blatantly ended the conversation, and seeing that the teacher shyly remains silent, recognizing his right to command herself, with a careless gesture he showed her to leave.

To answer or swear was stupid, Svetlana and so risked, while talking to everyone so sensitive to her topic. Pretending to be in a hurry, proudly lifting her head, she withdrew with quick steps.

For the rest of the day, Sveta was tormented by ignorance, trying to predict what kind of surprise to expect from her sex torturers. I was a little worried that their conversation could easily be overheard. We must continue to be careful. She was also very embarrassed by the requirement not to wear underwear from tomorrow. At school, the absence of a bra, for a young sexy teacher, they will immediately notice and discuss with each other. Cowards, to hell with them, you can walk around without them, but a bra ... She imagined with horror what would happen if the next desire of these scumbags would be the obligatory wearing of a transparent blouse and an ultrashort mini skirt. Here, really, it will look like a cute slit.

Arriving home, she immediately began to put herself in order. I lay down in the bath and wrapped myself in a towel, carefully dried my long hair with a hairdryer. Then she made a bright make-up and put on a black translucent short peignoir on the naked body carefully examined herself in the mirror. Vidon was stunning - a well-groomed young leggy woman, in reflection, looked defiantly erotic. The nipples of the breasts were very frankly shining through the thin fabric, and the pubis triangle was barely hiding under the tight-fitting hem, revealing utterly chiseled thighs. Svetlana grunted with satisfaction and threw a weightless pearl-pink silk robe over her peignoir, sat down to paint her nails.

The bell on the front door, in the silence of the apartment, sounded especially loud. Fussily throwing off her robe and quickly inserting her feet into the high-heeled sandals she had prepared, she went to open the door.

- You, Svetlana Viktorovna, awesome woman! Your nightie is great! - having enthusiastically grunted, Nikita came in, glancing up from the bottom up, undressing his little biology, embarrassed by the praise. Roman followed him. After closing the door, the guys walked confidently and in a businesslike manner into the room and settled on the sofa, anticipating how they would be entertained with their luxurious teacher. Blushing Light stood in front of them, lowering ...

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