You have the body of a whore, Miss Thornwood," the older man said. "You always did. It was a waste of time for you to try to pursue higher education, I kept telling it to your mother. You're just too slow-witted and ignorant. It's been a nightmare trying to teach anything to a brainless dolt like you for all those years, at least you're finally making it worth my while. The few talents you have are put to good use in this new line of work you've chosen."
As he said that, his eyes were glued to her ass. Talent, indeed.
"I'm not stupid, sir!" Alice replied, meekly. "And please, stop calling me a whore."
Mr. Thompson slapped one of her breasts, making her wince. This little jolt of pain mixed perfectly with her increasing arousal.
"But you are both of those things, Miss Thornwood. A smart girl wouldn't have ended up in this dirt cheap strip-club. And you sell your body for money, which makes you a hooker. And a cheap one at that, from what I paid! You don't even know your own worth on the market. At this point, you're just begging for people to take advantage of you."
The high school professor lowered his hand towards Alice's skirt and raised it without a care in the world. Underneath, he was surprised to see how wet her panties had become. He turned to her with an evil grin, and she blushed in shame.
Fuck, that was it, she couldn't hide it anymore. She was turned on by how mean and belittling Mr. Thompson was behaving. It was making her so horny she was soiling the pants of a man 36 years older than her with her juices!
Her former teacher started rubbing her pussy through the fabric, and Alice tried to keep her voice down.
"Sir, what are you... What are you doing?" she asked, more flustered than she had ever been before.
"Hush, girl. Hush..." he replied, with a soothing tone. "We both know you want this..."
They were so close now, their lips were almost touching. He smirked at the blonde stripper's vain attempts to keep control, but his thick fingers' movements on her crotch were so fierce she finally gave up and started to moan uncontrollably. The grin on the old man's face grew larger as he saw her finally loose it. Once again, he was right on the money. She was a slut, it was impossible to deny now!
"I knew you finally ended up where you belonged, Miss Thornwood, but to think you'd enjoy it?" he laughed. "I'm not even mad, I'm impressed! You aren't just a stripper, you're a true whore at heart. Look at yourself, spreading your pussy juices all over a middle-aged man's laps. If only your former classmates could see you now! If only the other teachers could see you now! That's just sad."
Alice moaned again, louder this time. There was no point fighting it, she was turned on by everything happening here. Every insult, every caress on her pussy and breasts was just adding fuel to the fire.
"Look at what you're doing to my clothes," Mr. Thompson frowned. "God, it's everywhere! So unprofessional, so uneducated, that's not a way to treat a client. Back in high school, I would've given you detention for less than this, but it never worked on you. No, for a troublemaker like you, a more old-fashioned treatment is in order."
The fat teacher made the pretty blonde turn around, then put her above his knees. He was surprisingly strong for a man his age, but what frightened Alice the most was that he now had a very easy access to her bottom. He raised her skirt and lowered her panties, leaving her ass and pussy on full display.
"Wait, wait, wait! What are you doing?" the 19-year-old girl said, freaking out. "This isn't part of the dance, it's not part of any show we do here!"
The old professor took her pink panties and unceremoniously shoved them inside her mouth to make her shut up. Feeling the fabric on her tongue, Alice noticed they were completely drenched. She hadn't realized she was this aroused! Mr. Thompson slapped her bare ass and she muffled a little cry of pain and excitement.
"We're past the point of a dance, Miss Thornwood," he answered. "What you need now, what you've always badly needed, is some discipline! I couldn't give it to you back in high school, but I'll repair that mistake right now."
The 55-year-old man spanked her again and the helpless stripper tried to resist, to free herself from his grasp. But Mr. Thompson was too strong, and he held her down firmly as if it was nothing.
Alice felt like a powerless little girl getting reprimanded, and what a lesson her poor lily-white butt was being taught! She could only endure the ordeal and the humiliation. Endure, and enjoy…
"I mean, look at you, Miss Thornwood," the evil teacher said, spanking her with his grubby hand. "What kind of an education did your parents give you for you to end up in this dump? I met your mother in parent-teacher meetings and she didn't seem like the smartest tool in the shed, but didn't you have a father to keep you from getting into trouble? To make you fall in line?"
"I… I never knew my father," Alice managed to mumble through the panties in her mouth.
Mr. Thompson stopped slapping her asscheeks all of a sudden. He removed the knickers from her mouth to let her speak.
"Come again?" he asked, curious.
"He... He left when I was too little to remember, my mother raised me on her own," Alice said, not understanding why she was disclosing such personal information to him so easily. "Well, sometimes I had step-dads, but they never stayed long."
The schoolteacher had pensive sigh and relaxed a bit. Instead of spanking her, he began caressing her aching butt gently. The pretty blonde had a shiver of relief, being finally treated with kindness by this awful man.
"Oh... so that's what it was," the ageing professor said, softly. "The absence of a father figure, it's all so clear now. That's why you misbehaved in class, that's why you kept acting out. You just needed a responsible adult to care for you and show you the right path."
Alice raised her head to look at him. Strangely, she felt hopeful. Under his outside roughness, maybe Mr. Thompson had a secret softer side? The demeanor of someone caring, of someone who would understand her sorrows? Someone who might help her get out of the mess she had gotten herself into?
After all, Mr. Thompson was a teacher, he made it his life's work to help and cater to young folks. A noble cause, without a doubt. Alice was just a poor teenage girl getting through hardships, maybe her former professor would find it in his heart to take her under his wing and help her get back on the right track?
But when she saw his eyes, she was only met with content and lustfulness. He had no intention of helping her, that was clear to see. He raised his hand again and spanked her ass harder.
"If you need a father figure, I'll gladly play the part, little girl!" he shouted. "And I won't make the same mistake I made with my own daughter. Stacey will end up as an insufferable suburban soccer mom, like my ex-wife. Entitled, condescending, moronic! I should've disciplined her sooner, but of course my ex-wife refused to hear about it. I'm not making the same mistake with you, Miss Thornwood. You'll learn to respect and obey me, and I plan on being very thorough in the way I raise you from now on!"
The young stripper remembered Stacey from high school. The girl was undoubtedly a handful. She kept ending up in detention for insulting teachers and getting into fights. She also had the reputation of being the school slut, visiting the football team lockers when no one was watching to "encourage" the players before matches. Her father obviously heard the rumors from the school staff, and it was common knowledge he was deeply ashamed by it.
Alice also had such a reputation, but it was a lie. She had a fling or two in high school, as most people do at that age, but never the way Stacey did. Yet, with her beautiful figure and unruly behavior, guys kept bragging about how Alice Thornwood sucked them off behind the cafeteria, how Alice Thornwood was seen giving a handjob at the bus stop. All filthy lies, which she was glad to have left behind when she went to college.
But Mr. Thompson didn't know those were rumors. He must've thought they were real, just like the ones regarding his daughter. As she was stuck on his laps, receiving louder and louder smacks on her ass, Alice couldn't shake the feeling she was being punished for someone else's actions. It wasn't fair, she didn't deserve to be treated like a bad girl!
"Please, no more, sir!" she pleaded. "I've learned my lesson. I'll respect you, I'll obey you, I promise!"
Mr. Thompson stopped and started to caress her butt again. It was significantly redder than before.
"Good, Miss Thornwood, good. I like you better this way. But you'll need to prove to me how much of a good girl you are. I'm not being played for a fool again."
"I'm not lying sir, I promise," she almost sobbed.
"No, don't call me "sir". We're not strangers anymore. I think this experience is actually bringing us closer, you and I."
The older man took her chin between his thumb and his forefinger and made her look him in the eyes. A mix of arousal and mischievousness agitated him, something more intense than anything she had seen in him until now.
"I want you to call me "Daddy"," he finally said, sternly.
The 19-year-old girl was thrown off. She had never called anyone this way. Her father abandoned her when she couldn't even speak a word, and none of the guys her mother brought home asked her to call them that. Alice would have refused, anyway. She had no father, and not a single man on Earth could ever hope to make her love and respect him enough to be addressed this way!
Yet, the young blonde felt a dark feeling creep in her mind. Something that might have always been there, but that she hadn't noticed before. It was as if the evil teacher had unknowingly opened a Pandora's box in her subconscious... Something else was speaking for her, something primal and all-consuming, when she heard herself answer submissively:
"Okay... Daddy."
This single word sent a thunderbolt straight to her brain. It was true that, with his authoritative voice, his bulging belly and the wrinkles hinting at his age, Mr. Thompson looked like the typical middle-aged father. A bitter father, a choleric father, but a father all the same. And it was something Alice never had.
The professor was Stacey's dad, he already belonged to another daughter. But right now, for this brief moment in time, he was hers. For the first time ever, she had a daddy.
"Good girl," he replied, and those simple words were enough to make her shiver.
The 55-year-old man caressed her ass gently again, as if to praise her for her good behavior. Alice's heart beat faster and her legs shook in excitement. Maybe her former teacher was right, maybe this experience was bringing them closer together. He was feeding her something she never thought she would want from a despicable man like him, but his approval suddenly meant the world to her!
While stroking her pussy, Mr. Thompson realized how wet all that spanking session had made her. He sighed in disappointment, making Alice feel bad.
"That's not gonna do, Miss Thornwood," he said "Not gonna do it at all. I'm paying for your service, remember? I can't let you have all the fun. My little girl is supposed to act professionally, understand? If you're unable to provide the service I paid you for, you'll have to service me another way."
Before the blonde stripper could guess what he meant by that, the fat middle-aged man opened his zipper and took his cock out. It was ugly, hairy, and exceptionally thick. From up close, it seemed enormous!
Having only had three short-term boyfriends, Alice wasn't the most experienced of girls. But, from the few dicks she had seen, even in pictures and online porn videos, this one definitely took the cake! Who would've thought her grumpy high school teacher was this hung?
"You made me this way," he said. "Now, what are you gonna do about it?"
The 19-year-old girl was mesmerized by the cock twitching lightly in front of her face. It looked obscene and nasty, but also... weirdly appetizing. It was so different from everything she tried before. What would it feel like to have a taste of something that big?
Her conscience was urging her to leave the room. But Alice should've done so fifteen minutes ago, and she was still here. She made several bad decisions since she entered private room 4, what was one more gonna change? What was one more bad decision, especially one her craving pussy was begging her to make?
"I can… suck it, Daddy?" the pretty blonde girl replied, hesitantly.
"Good, we're starting to understand each other. Then proceed, Miss Thornwood," he said, guiding her head toward it with his hand.
With a little hesitation, Alice started stroking her former teacher's cock softly. The pubes at the base of his manhood were already grey, hinting at his age. She had never seen or held the cock of an older man in her hand before. She always imagined it would be small and prone to softening after a while. But Mr. Thompson wasn't only packing, his dick was firm and sturdy. The former schoolgirl wondered if it was his normal libido, or if she was the one exciting him so much.
She put his thick shaft between her lips and started sucking on it, moving her pristine tongue around his glans to remove his foreskin. The overweight professor gave a grunt of satisfaction, which made her smile and gave her an odd sense of pride. She looked at him in the eyes while she kept on going, observing his reactions and hoping she was doing a good job.
Only a few minutes ago, the 19-year-old girl would have been appalled by her actions. Sucking the dick of her old nasty high school teacher in a private room, letting herself be spanked like a misbehaving child, accepting to be insulted and reprimanded by a man for whom she had no respect…
Yet, there she was. Dutifully and submissively servicing him to sate his desire.
Any other day, a fat, balding, ugly man like him could've never dared to expect anything from a beauty like her. Mr. Thompson was wrong, Alice knew her worth. She was drop-dead gorgeous, an absolute angel. Men often looked back when she crossed their path, and she was the club's hottest stripper, by a long margin.
She had no obligation to behave in such a way for him. She did it knowingly, willingly.
It wasn't about money, she didn't know if her former professor would pay extra for this blowjob. No, it was about desire. About breaking a taboo. About debasing herself in front of a man who could've never hoped to get in bed with her, and who still treated her like trash while she accepted to perform this degrading act for him.
"Good lord, you were made to suck dick!" he rejoiced, while moving his cock in and out of her mouth as if he was using a toy. "If I'd known I could make you shut your mouth this way, I would've done it sooner. In detention, or even in class, why not? All you needed was a little push to show your true colors Miss Thornwood, huh? You dirty little harlot."
Alice answered by sucking his dick more frantically. Despite how wrong it was, this situation was consuming her with lust. She had never felt this way with Sean Roberts or Nathan Jacobs, her previous lovers, especially when giving them oral pleasure. Uncaring of consequences, she lowered her hand toward her clitoris and started rubbing it furiously. She didn't care what Mr. Thompson would think of her anymore. What he would say or not say to his colleagues tomorrow when he would get back to work. More. She needed more! More humiliation, more dirty talk! She was sooooo close!
"I would've never thought I'd get to see you like this one day, Miss Thornwood," the nasty old man said, ecstatic. "Bobbing your head on my cock, half-naked, and stroking your pussy like a cheap whore. But I really needed that. This teaching job is killing me, I'm so tired of putting up with my students' bad behavior and entitled rants. You, at least, know your place is on your knees! None of the other strippers in this club can compare to you, you were meant to please and service."
The 19-year-old girl didn't know why, but Mr. Thompson's demeaning comments only increased her arousal. The worst thing was... He was right. She knew some of her strip-club coworkers sometimes gave paid sexual favors to their customers, but she had promised herself she would never stoop so low. But now, she wasn't only breaking her oath, she was enjoying it! Providing sex for money like the rest of them would have been less humiliating than what she was currently doing!
"Yeah, you're quite good a it," Mr. Thompson smiled. "However, you're still young and have much to learn. Lucky for you, your Daddy's here to help you improve."
The obese professor grabbed her golden hair in one hand and pushed her head down violently. His dick penetrated her mouth and throat further and further until she swallowed it aaaaall the way down to the base, her face stuck against his hairy pubis. Alice squealed in surprise from being treated so roughly and tried to get away, but Mr. Thompson kept her still. Every time the poor girl tried to evade him, he tightened his grip on her flawless blonde hair and pushed her head back against his bulging belly, making it clear who was in charge.
"Relax, Miss Thornwood, relax," he said, with a soothing tone. "You don't know how to suck cock properly just yet, but the key is to let go. Give in to me, now. Give in to your Daddy. Completely..."
It was hard to breathe, but Alice tried to follow his advice and calmed down. She relaxed her throat, giving him full access, and resumed caressing her clit. She had to endure, once again. And, if the old bastard wanted to use her this way, well... There was just nothing a defenseless girl like her could do against such a dominant male, right? Except focus on her pleasure, and submit.
Mr. Thompson had a lustful smile as he saw the last of the pretty blonde's defenses crumble after facing his assaults. He finally loosened his grasp on her hair and let her move away from his pubis. But, right when his massive penis was about to leave her mouth and Alice thought she would be able to catch her breath, the evil teacher pushed her head back down to the base of his dick, making her gargle and trying to flee again.
He repeated the process several times, and each time the blonde stripper resisted more weakly, up to the point where she completely left him in charge and let the middle-aged man fuck her face without mercy.
Yes, that's it you stupid whore, suck Daddy's dick good!" Mr. Thompson growled, while pumping his shaft deep inside the defeated throat of a girl his daughter's age. "Your mother didn't raise a smart girl, but she sure raised a good cocksucker!"
Alice could only respond by moaning and gargling pathetically along the cock pummeling her gullet. She had never felt this humiliated, this used, this... this... This HORNY!
It was incomprehensible, but the rough treatment her former teacher was subjecting her to was making her lose her mind. Her pussy was wet and scorching hot, and her clitoris was sending wave after wave of pleasure throughout her body. And all while pleasuring frigging Mr. Thompson! The absolute most repulsive and horrendous man she had ever met! A man who wasn't only twice, but almost thrice her age!
Treating a girl that much younger than him so harshly was extremely problematic on his part, but the real mystery was... Why was she finding it so hot?
But the teen blonde wasn't able to reflect on it right now. The only thing occupying her mind was the excruciating pleasure she was experiencing, and the weight of the humongous cock fucking her poor mouth as if it had been a fleshlight.