Fuck, I love how submissive you are, Miss Thornwood," the old man grunted. "You don't even fight back anymore, not that you resisted me much from the start. Anything I throw at you, you just take it! I'm so glad you finally turned 18."
Mr. Thompson kept fucking her throat and Alice kept on masturbating. Both of them harder and harder. The pleasure was making her brain melt, and the way her former teacher treated her like a mere object unworthy of concern to satisfy his lust made her crazy. She didn't care about being treated so poorly anymore, even by a man who had always been mean and condescending toward her back in high school. She didn't care if he called her idiotic or insulted her supposed promiscuousness. She was done caring. Except about how badly she wanted him to keep going!
And, fulfilling her wish, Mr. Thompson kept on pummeling her mouth harder. Harder. Harder! Up to the point where they both knew they couldn't take it anymore. His body tensed, and she noticed his heavy balls tightening. Shit, that was gonna be... That was gonna be a lot!
"God, take it!" the nasty professor yelled, trembling all over. "Take it all, you dumb slut! Swallow your Daddy's load, don't you dare waste a drop!"
The young blonde felt her former professor's cum invade her mouth and throat, drowning her in it, as if she was nothing more than a receptacle for his sperm. It probably was what he saw her as, in that instant.
Alice had never swallowed the seed of any man before. She had given head to the three boyfriends she had in high school and college, but she had never accepted to ingest anything once they ejaculated. It would have been disgusting! And yet, that's what she was did. She opened her throat wide to swallow a massive load of thick greasy cum. Not that of a kind young college who had courted her for weeks or even months, but that of a man in his fifties who had nothing but contempt for her. The taste and thickness was atrocious, but that was exactly what Alice needed to get over the edge. The most intense orgasm she had ever experienced shook her body to the core, making her moan and tremble all over.
Before she finished gulping everything down, the middle-aged professor took his cock out her mouth and put it on her beautiful face.
"Don't think I'm done yet, whore!" he said. "I've been saving up since my divorce, and your face seems like the perfect place to dump all that pent-up frustration..."
He wasn't lying. Even after unloading in the helpless stripper's stomach, he still had a lot stored up! Thick streams of sperm ran on Alice's forehead, slowly dripping on her eyebrows, eyelids, nose and mouth. The scent of Mr. Thompson's arousal saturated her mouth and nose, making her hormones go crazy. Once again, all of this was new to her. She had never received a facial before. It was so humiliating, and the fact it was this specific man who was discharging his semen on her beautiful face made it even worse! Mr. Thompson was using her, the former student his mission was to educate and to help get a head start in life, as nothing more than a dirty tissue to mop his cum with!
Alice should have hated it, hated him! Then, why? Why was she smiling so joyfully as he did so?
"Yeah, that's right, soak it in..." he grinned, as he discharged an ungodly amount on the poor blonde's forehead. "Fuck, Miss Thornwood, you've always looked hot, but you've never looked better than with my cum splattered all over your face! Screw mascara and eyeliner, that's the right kind of make-up for a slut like you."
Mr. Thompson finally let her go, and they were both left panting and sweating. Fuck... That had... That had been intense!
It's only when the excitement started to dissipate that the depravity of what just happened dawned on Alice. She looked at the fat lecherous man sitting in his chair, his dick slowly softening while he caught his breath. Oh God... She really had just gobbled up the load of Mr. Thompson, a guy she had only met as a schoolgirl when going to boring classes or while falling asleep in detention! What was she thinking? What had she done!? She felt repulsed by her own actions.
Even beyond the person she had done it with, she had serviced a client sexually, something she promised herself never to do. Stripping was something she intended to do for a short while, just to make ends meet while paying off her debt, not a career path she had resigned herself to follow. She told herself she would get out of Aphrodite as soon as she could. And then, this?
Mr. Thompson stood up and put his belt back on as if nothing noteworthy had went down. As he closed his zipper, he took a long hard look at the 19-year-old blonde down on her hands and knees, shocked beyond belief and cum still dripping from her chin.
"It was a pleasant surprise to see you again, Miss Thornwood," he said, suddenly more solemn. "I'm always glad when a former student of mine comes back to tell me how life's going after high school. Though none had made me so happy with their life choices thus far. Here is for a job well done. You've earned it, for once."
Before Alice could react, Mr. Thompson took another dollar bill from his purse and shoved it directly in her open mouth. The 19-year-old girl was so confused she didn't complain and only realized what he had done when the taste of paper started to mix alongside the flavor of her old teacher's sperm on her tongue. She had thought she had felt cheap when he had put a bill in her bra, but having a banknote pushed in her mouth was even more demeaning!
"Savor it, girl," the 55-year-old man chuckled, as he gave a patronizing pat on her cheek. "It's the first honest money you've earned with your actual skills."
Alice slowly removed the bill from her lips and observed it a few seconds, before looking back up at him in disbelief. The schoolteacher responded by caressing her hair gently, as if he was petting a lost puppy.
"Come on, don't feel bad," he said, whimsically. "I had a wonderful time, and I'll tell Bill what a proactive and over-achiever young worker he's just hired! You've really outdone yourself here, Miss Thornwood. You can be proud!"
His words of praise rang hollow in Alice's ears. She was still unable to gather her thoughts. What had she done? Seriously, what the FUCK had she just done?
"Don't worry, I'll be back to see you again," Mr. Thompson said. "You and I are not alone in this world anymore, Miss Thornwood. I even believe it's the beginning of a beautiful relationship! You're going to see a lot of me from now on, aren't you glad?"
Alice didn't respond and, after a few seconds, the old man shrugged and turned away to grab his coat. As he was walking through the door, the young blonde finally managed to say:
"See you soon… Daddy."
Mr. Thompson gave her a warm and lustful smile.
"That's what I like to hear. I think you and I are going to have a lot of fun together, Miss Thornwood."
When he closed the door behind him, Alice laid down on the floor of the poorly lit private room and exhaled profoundly. Despite the conflicting emotions she was feeling right now, only one thing in all of this seemed clear. Her teacher was right. Whatever just happened, it was only the beginning...
Bill, the owner of the Aphrodite strip-club, opened the door of the changing room, uncaring of the state of undress of his female employees. Alice had found that odd at first, even disrespectful, but she had gotten used to it. Bill was desensitized to female bodies, he saw them as nothing more than products. It was dehumanizing, but at least the guy wasn't a perv.
"Candy, you have a client in private room 4. Apparently, he had some requests regarding your garment. He said you'd understand."
"Got it, boss," the pretty blonde answered. "I'll prep up and get there."
Bill left without so much as a glance back and Alice turned to the bag she had stashed under her make-up desk for the last few days. So, he was back for more. Finally…
"Oh, is it your regular again?" Crystal asked, beside her. "Damn, that guy cannot spend a week without coming to see you! You really have him under your thumb. Good on you, girl!"
"Thanks. I've had to work for it," the young stripper replied, as she combed her hair.
Actually, it wasn't every week, more like every three or four days, but Alice didn't want to attract unwanted attention on her secret meetings. Furthermore, the power imbalance in their relationship wasn't exactly what her kind colleague was envisioning. But, on that too, the 19-year-old girl wasn't particularly eager to correct her...
"You have followed my advice," Crystal said, pridefully. "He seems to have taken a liking to you and he's spending good money on you. No wonder, considering your looks. At this point, you should ask him for gifts and whatnot, don't be afraid to milk him a bit."
"I'll think about it. It's true those past few weeks have helped, money-wise."
After the first time the young blonde had met Mr. Thompson in the private room, Bill had told her he had paid extra for her "very satisfying performance", as he quoted. He had given her the money she had earned before walking away without asking anything. Those two seemed to have some form of agreement, as her former teacher had mentioned.
Ever since, every time the old man had come back, the extras had kept on coming. The message was clear: Mr. Thompson could basically do anything he wanted to her and Bill wouldn't say a thing, as long as it was kept behind closed doors and he got his share. And as long as the pretty stripper accepted to go along with her former professor's sinful requests, it goes without saying...
Alice didn't complain about the situation, but something was suspicious. How could a high school teacher afford to spend so much so regularly on a stripper less than half his age he had the hots for? There was no way his salary could cover it all, especially after his divorce. Despite this concern, the 19-year-old girl still felt flattered her former tutor came to see her so often. He was the only one from her past life to do so, even if it wasn't with the purest intentions. Bill might be desensitized to female bodies, but Mr. Thompson certainly wasn't...
"I must ask, though," Crystal added, worriedly. "Why did you choose to go for him? Considering our line of work, I shouldn't pry, but the guy is ugly and ancient. He looks off-putting, a stunner like you could do much better. Or, at the very least, younger."
Alice turned her face away to hide her discomfort and started to put on the bra and skirt she had stored in her bag. Yeah, no shit he seemed like a weird choice for a regular customer! Mr. Thompson could have well been her dad, and he was both mean and repulsive. Even an older and less handsome stripper would have thought about it twice before meeting repeatedly with him, and Alice was barely a year and a half fresh out of high school. Crystal had every reason to find that dubious
"I don't know, I guess he was the first client to approach me in this way," she shrugged, trying to sound casual. "So far, he has priority, but that might change in the future. Who knows?"
It wasn't completely true. Being the youngest and prettiest stripper in the establishment, several other patrons had asked Alice for private dances. She had accepted and showed them a good time, and some had even come back for more later on. But it never felt the same. It felt like work, something dry and boring. When some customers had formulated crude requests, the cute blonde had refused, and, surely enough, they had quickly gone back to the older strippers. The ones who accepted more than a simple dance if you had the right amount to spend.
Alice was different. She wanted to be different. She drew a line, nobody could get more from her than what she accepted. Nobody, except the one person who didn't ask anything, and just plainly took it from her without excuses or false politeness. Because, while what was happening with Mr. Thompson was problematic for reasons beyond counting, it didn't felt like work. And it certainly couldn't be described as "boring"!
"I must warn you, you should beware of this man, Candy," Crystal said, suddenly more serious. "I remember him calling me a few times for private shows, back in the day. He was sketchy and had disquieting demands. There's something queer about him, something unhinged. Be on your guard around him love, I wouldn't want anything bad to happen to you. Never accept anything you're not comfortable with, and don't be afraid to ask for help if need be."
A queasy feeling rose in the young blonde's stomach as the motherly stripper said that. Not because of her good advice — in all fairness, she should have listened to it and refused to meet with Mr. Thompson ever again —, but because Crystal had been asked for private dances by him. It must have been a long time ago, when Alice herself was still a little girl, yet the thought made her upset. Could it be... jealousy? No, of course not. That would have been ridiculous!
As for her warning, let's just say the red flags circling around the bad-tempered old man weren't particularly hidden. Mr. Thompson was pretty upfront about being a massive creep, and Alice was fully aware of what she was getting into. Just not of how deep the rabbit hole went with his perversion...
"Thanks for looking out for me Crystal, I'll remember that," she replied, with a reassuring smile. "You're a good friend."
The 19-year-old girl finished dressing up and put her things back in their place. As she walked out the room, the older stripper shouted:
"Don't wait too long to dump his ass, Candy! Once he runs out of money, I can make a few introductions. There's this group of bank-worker types that comes each Thursday, not too shabby and full of cash. Better than that unsavory grandpa who keeps pulling your leg."
"Thank you Crystal, I can't wait!"
As she climbed the stairs leading to the private room, Alice couldn't help but let out a quiet laugh at this whole situation. No, she wasn't going to seduce some dashing young bankers next week. Nor was she going to accept other patrons in her after hour strip-club activities. It was something she reserved only for him
Why? She couldn't really tell. Maybe it was because Mr. Thompson knew her from before, and was thus the only person able to understand how out-of-place she felt in here. Maybe it was because of how dominantly he behaved, and how afraid she was of giving him a reason to get mad at her, exactly like when she was a student in his class. Or maybe it was because he was the first guy to give her such an incredible orgasm the first night they met, even without having actual intercourse...
She finally reached the door and took a deep breath before pushing it open. He was in there. It was gonna happen again… The blonde stripper couldn't tell if she had anticipated it those past few days, or if she felt frightened and helpless. Only one thing was sure: Alice hadn't been able to keep him out of her head in weeks.
As she entered, a slow seductive music started in the room. The pretty blonde glanced at the camera on the wall and had the confirmation it was off, like always. Leave no trace. At least, this way, nothing that happened here could be proven. It's like it wasn't real. Nothing happening in private room 4 was real, she tried to convince herself.
"Could you be a dear and close the door?" said the grey-haired man sitting in the chair in the middle of the room. "We wouldn't want to be disturbed during our private time, would we?"
"Yes… Daddy," she replied, locking the door shut.
Closing the latch always made Alice feel queasy, it felt as if she was willingly imprisoning herself in a cage with a lion. A voracious, starving lion ready to devour her in one bite... Yet, despite how unnerving it felt, she was relieved she could keep the rest of the world away from what was about to transpire here.
"I always love the sound of that coming from my sexiest student," Mr. Thompson said, with a stinging smile, "and you've gotten used to this nickname surprisingly quickly. Those daddy issues of yours sure come in handy, Miss Thornwood. Now, come over here, let your old man see if you followed his instructions."
The 19-year-old girl got closer and let the fat balding teacher admire her figure. His gleaming eyes traveled from the very short checkered skirt she was wearing to the shirt she had cut right below her chest, leaving her belly-button on display. Contrary to the strip-club's rickety schoolgirl costume she usually borrowed, this garment was in pristine shape, and for good reason. Her former high school sigils were even embroidered on the side.
Fuck me, this is it," Mr. Thompson said, beaming. "This is truly it! I saw you walk around dressed in that outfit for years! All my current students are wearing those."
He touched the fabric as in a trance. Despite being a man in his mid-fifties, he looked like a kid on Christmas Eve, and it made Alice feel flattered to be the gift that amazed him so much. Maybe that was the reason why she came back whenever he called for her. Despite her good looks, she never had any man desire her as bad as Mr. Thompson did.
"I did as you asked, sir," the blonde girl replied, respectfully. "I cut the fabric to shorten it as much as I could and darned it to make it look good. I doubt they'd let me back on school premises with so little cloth on my skin, though."
"Then they are fools. Female students at that school all behave like spoiled sluts, my daughter Stacey being the worst of them by far, they should look the part. At least you're honest, Miss Thornwood. Only you dare show your true colors, that of a whore waiting to get fucked by the first male who makes her submit to him."
Alice shivered at the insult. Despite the fact he had always been cranky and rude, she would have never imagined to hear her professor utter such foul slurs about his students, his daughter or herself one day. How weird it felt to have Stacey's dad ogling her and slut-shaming her, his own daughter's friend!
"I'm… I'm not like that, Mr. Thompson," she tried to argue. "I promise, I'm just a girl who's going through a rough patch. You were my teacher, you're supposed to protect me. You shouldn't chastise me like this, I don't deserve it."
The old professor raised his head to look at her. His wrinkled face all red, as if her words had awakened a fire in him