Chapter 1: Introduction
Megan was in her apartment getting ready for college , her body already dressed in her weapon of choice—a tight, low-cut top and a skirt that hugged her hips like a second skin. She glanced at herself in the mirror, her reflection showing off her long blonde hair, cascading down to her mid-back, and her striking features. Not bad, she thought, smirking at herself. She loved the power she held over men, how they couldn’t help but stare, how their minds seemed to wander to places she knew all too well. She didn’t see it as objectification; to her, it was a form of empowerment, a playful dance of seduction.
megan knew she had to get the bus to college, she knew there was dirty old men on the bus , but she didn’t mind, in fact she enjoyed it, it gave her a thrill to know that she could turn them on just by walking onto the bus.
She stepped onto the bus, the air-conditioning sent shivers down her spine as she made her way to the back, megan always sat in the same seats 4 seats that faced each other so she could out her feet on the other seats facing her, showing off her long legs for everyone to see, she knew it drove them wild.
The bus stopped at the next stop and a old man got on and sat across from megan. Megans head of buried into her phone as she scrolled through her social media , but she could feel his eyes on her. She looked up and locked eyes with him, she smirked at him and spread her legs slightly wider, she knew he was getting a good view of her underwear.
She could see the way his eyes widened, the way his breath hitched. She loved the power she held over men, loved watching them squirm.
She could see his hands clenching and unclenching in his lap, could almost hear the blood rushing in his ears. She leaned back, arching her spine, knowing her tits were thrust out even more. Fuck, she thought, I love this game.
The old man's eyes were glued to her, his breathing growing more ragged with each passing second. Megan could feel the heat between her legs, her own body reacting to the dance she was leading. She licked her lips, slowly, deliberately, her tongue lingering on her bottom lip before she bit down on it gently. She knew he was hard, could practically see the outline of his cock straining against his pants.
She spread her legs a little wider, giving him an even better view. She could feel her own pussy getting wet, the fabric of her thong becoming damp. She loved the thrill of it, the power.
The bus jerked to a stop, the old man's eyes darting away from her for a moment before returning, his greedy gaze never leaving her. Megan reached up, slowly, deliberately, and pulled down the zipper of her jacket, inch by inch, revealing more and more of her cleavage. The old man's breath hitched again, his hands clenching and unclenching in his lap.
Megan could see the outline of his cock now, pressing against his pants. She bit her lip, her eyes locked on his. She wanted to tease him, wanted to see how far she could push him.
She parted her legs further, letting him see just how wet her thong had become. She could see the bulge in his pants growing, could see the way his breaths were coming faster now. She loved this, loved the control she had.
Megan looked up and saw her stop coming up, she started to get ready to leave and stood up, the old mans gaze was now on her legs and the short skirt that barely covered her ass. She bent over reach for her bag exposing her ass that was now inches from his face, she felt his hand move her skirt high and buries his face into her ass .
“Fuck,” Megan moaned as the old man’s tongue licked her through her thong, she could feel his hands gripping her ass cheeks as he pulled them apart, he was licking and sucking on her pussy through the thin fabric. “You filthy old man,” she whispered, looking around to make sure no one was watching.
he slipped her thong off her hips and down her legs, exposing her bare pussy to his greedy gaze. She spread her legs wider, giving him full access.
The old man groaned, his hands gripping her ass as he buried his face in her pussy. His tongue was rough and insistent, licking and sucking her clit with a fervor that made Megan gasp. She could feel her juices coating his chin, could feel the wet sounds of his mouth on her pussy.
“Suck it, you old perv,” she moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair.
She could feel his tongue working her clit, his fingers digging into her ass. The bus cane to a stop and the driver yelled, "Next stop, College Park!" Megan's heart raced, the thrill of getting caught adding to her arousal. She pressed the old man's head harder into her pussy, her hips grinding against his face. She then ran to make sure she made it ontime to her class.
She ran to the college toliets to straighten up and she notices the old man took her thong , she smiled to herself, she then made her way to her class.
As she walked into the classroom, Professor Caldwell couldn't help but let his eyes linger on Megan's body. He was trying to maintain his composure, to keep his thoughts on the lecture he was about to deliver, but her presence was a constant distraction. He could feel his body reacting, his cock growing hard in his pants. He cursed under his breath, trying to will himself to look away.
He cleared his throat, attempting to regain control. "Good morning, class," he said, his voice rougher than he intended.
"Today we'll be discussing the romantic poetry of the Victorian era."
Megan smirked as she took her seat in the front row, her eyes meeting Professor Caldwell's briefly before she looked away. She knew the effect she had on him, could see the way his eyes lingered on her body, could see the way his pupils dilated when he looked at her. She loved it, loved the power she held over him.
The lecture went on, but Megan found it hard to concentrate. She could feel Professor Caldwell's eyes on her, could feel the weight of his gaze. She shifted in her seat, her legs crossing and uncrossing. Megan still had no panties on , her pussy bare and exposed. The old man's saliva had dried on her skin, leaving a sticky reminder of his tongue. She glanced at Professor Caldwell again, his eyes flicking down to her cleavage before quickly darting away.
The room was stuffy, the air thick with the scent of old books and the faint mustiness of the professor's office. Megan could feel her skin growing warm, her body flushed with a mix of arousal and the heat of the room. She uncrossed her legs, letting her skirt ride up slightly, knowing Professor Caldwell had a clear view of her thighs.
She leaned forward, her tits pressing against the desk, her nipples hardening against the fabric of her shirt. She could see the way his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, his eyes darting between her and the notes spread out on the lectern.
As the lecture continued, Megan's mind wandered to the old man on the bus. She could still feel his tongue, could still feel the wetness of his mouth on her pussy. She shifted in her seat again, her body aching for release. She looked up at Professor Caldwell, her eyes meeting his briefly before she bit her lip, her teeth sinking into the soft flesh.
megan wanted to go to the toliet but the professor said “no theres only 10 minutes left”
megan sighed and this didn’t set well with professor caldwell. “megan i can see that you’re uncomfortable but you can hold it for 10 minutes, megan wasn’t happy being told to hold it and answered back refusing to wait
but professor caldwell wasnt having any of that “ megan i said SIT DOWN and STAY” his voice loud and firm. this made megan annoyed she got up and said ,
“Fuck you, I’m not a little kid. I can’t just sit here and be uncomfortable” She stormed out of the classroom, leaving the professor speechless and the rest of the class in hushed whispers.
Megan stormed down the hallway, her heels clicking against the polished floor, her heart pounding in her chest. She was furious at the professor's command, her body aching for release. She found the nearest bathroom and locked herself in a stall, her body shaking with anger and arousal.
She quickly unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor, stepping out of it. Her pussy was still bare, still wet from the old man's tongue. She went to the toliet and cleaned herself up as best she could. She knew she couldn't stay in the stall forever, but the thought of facing Professor Caldwell again made her stomach churn with a mix of anger and arousal. She took a deep breath, steadying herself before heading back to the classroom.
she was stopped by the headmaster. "Megan, where do you think you're going?" he asked, his voice stern.
"I-I was just going to the bathroom," she stuttered, her eyes darting to the closed classroom door.
"Class isn't over yet. You should be in there."
Megan sighed, frustrated. "I can't stay in there, sir. I'm uncomfortable."
The headmaster's gaze flicked down to her outfit, taking in her tight shirt and short skirt. He raised an eyebrow, a hint of disapproval in his eyes.
"Perhaps you should dress more appropriately then."
Megan bristled, her cheeks flushing with anger. "I have every right to dress how I want, sir. I needed a wee thats not going ti change with a different outfit"
The headmaster sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I understand your perspective, Megan, but perhaps a compromise could be reached. Wait here, I'll speak to Professor Caldwell." The headmaster's voice was firm, leaving Megan no choice but to comply. She watched as he walked towards the classroom, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the tension building, a storm of emotions threatening to burst.
The headmaster opened the classroom door and stepped inside, his voice carrying through the slightly ajar door. "Professor Caldwell, I need a word."
Megan could hear the murmurs of the class, the hush of whispers as the professor excused himself from the lectern. She paced back and forth in the hallway, her body restless, her mind racing.
the headmaster and professor talked about what megan had done and professor caldwell wasnt happy he said “i should give her detention or something” the headmaster agreed
Megan overheard this and stormed towards the open classroom door. "The fuck you will!" she declared, her voice a whip crack. "I won't be punished for needing to pee!"
The headmaster and Professor Caldwell turned to her, both surprised by her outburst. The classroom was silent, every student's eyes wide with shock.
The headmaster said “well as you said you arent a little girl anymore so i think spending a day working with the cleaners will show you what s its like to be an adult”
Megan’s eyes flashed with anger, but before she could respond the headmaster said. Get your bag please and follow me .
Megan stormed off to her bag and picked it up not saying a word.
she was lead to the cleaning office where all the cleaners have their break, negan walked in to 5 men sitting around a table , they all looked up and their eyes widened at the sight of megan.
the headmaster said “boys this is megan she will be working with you today she doesn’t know how to behave in class” The men all introduced themselves and megan just rolled her eyes.
one of the men said, "Well, well, what do we have here? A little princess come to clean with us common folk?" His eyes raked over her body, taking in her tight top and short skirt. Megan just smirked at him and shrugged off her jacket.
"I'm not here to make friends, just to serve my punishment."
The men chuckled, their eyes still glued to her. One of them, a tall, burly man with a beard, stood up and grabbed a bucket and mop. "Alright, sweetheart, let's get you started.
the headmaster left her with the men and closed the door
Megan rolled her eyes again, but she followed the man with the bucket and mop. He led her to a storage closet, the air thick with the scent of cleaning chemicals. He set the bucket down and turned to face her, his eyes darkening as they roamed over her body.
"First things first, we need to get you into something more suitable for cleaning." He grabbed a stiff, blue janitor's uniform from a hook on the wall and held it out to her.
Megan raised an eyebrow. "You think I'm going to change into that?"
The man chuckled, a low, dirty sound.
"You think this is a fucking fashion show? Put it on, or I'll make you."
Megan's eyes narrowed, but she didn't back down. She snatched the uniform from his hands and tossed it onto the ground. "Fuck you. I'm not changing into that piece of shit."
The man's eyes flashed with anger, but Megan could see the hunger in them too. He took a step closer, his voice low and threatening. "You're a fucking brat, you know that? But I like a bit of fire in my women."
Megan smirked, her heart pounding in her chest. You can’t speak to me like that im a student and you are a staff member. You need to respect me.”
The man's anger morphed into a dark, hungry smile. "Respect is earned, sweetheart. And you've done nothing but talk back and defy me." He reached out, grabbing her wrist and yanking her closer. "But you're right. I should show you some respect."
He leaned in, his breath hot on her face. "I should show you what happens to little brats like you."
Megan's eyes widened, but she didn't pull away. A thrill of fear and excitement coursed through her. “What you and your boys” —she glanced at the others watching from the doorway—“think you can do to me?”
The man chuckled, his grip tightening on her wrist. “Plenty. But first, let’s get you out of those clothes.”
His other hand snaked around to the small of her back, cupping her ass and pulling her against his body. Megan felt the hard length of his cock pressing into her stomach. She gasped, her heart pounding wildly.
“You like that, don’t you?” he growled, his voice a low rumble in her ear.
“You like feeling a real man, don’t you? Not some fucking kid in your class.” His hands roamed over her body, gripping her hips, her ass, her tits. Megan could feel her pussy getting wetter, her body responding to his touch despite her anger.
“Fuck you,” she spat, but there was no heat behind the words. She could feel her nipples hardening under her shirt, could feel the wetness between her legs.
The man chuckled, a dark, dirty sound. “That’s the idea, sweetheart.
Now let’s get you out of these fucking clothes.” His hands slipped under her skirt, gripping her ass again as he lifted her off the ground. Megan gasped, her arms wrapping around his neck instinctively. She felt her skirt ride up, exposing her bare pussy to the cool air of the closet.
“Put me down!” she demanded, but her voice lacked conviction. She could feel the heat between her legs, her body responding to his touch despite her anger.
“Not a chance, princess,” he growled, carrying her to the middle of the table all 5 men were now surrounding her. “You’re going to take what’s coming to you.”
He sat her down roughly on the table, her ass on the edge, her legs dangling over. His hands went to her shirt, pulling it up and over her head, exposing her tits to the cool air. She gasped as the fabric left her body, her nipples hardening even more in the chill.
“Fuck, look at these, she’s no kid ,” one of the other men said, circling her like a predator. “Look at those sweet tits.”
Megan glared at him, but she couldn’t hide the fact that her body was responding. Her nipples ached, and her pussy throbbed. She felt a thrill of fear and excitement, the same mix she’d felt on the bus earlier.
The man who had carried her into the room leaned down, his face inches from hers. “You’re wet, aren’t you? You fucking love this, don’t you?” His hand slid down her stomach, his fingers slipping into her wetness.
"Fuck, you're soaked," he growled, his fingers moving in and out of her slowly. Megan gasped, her body arching slightly against his touch. "You fucking love this, don't you?" he whispered, his voice a low rumble in her ear.
"No," she lied, her voice barely above a whisper. But her body betrayed her, her hips moving against his hand, her pussy clenching around his fingers.
The other men circled her like wolves, their eyes dark with lust.
One of them, a man with a thick beard and a tattoo of a skull on his forearm, stepped closer. "Let me have a taste," he said, his voice low and gravelly.
Megan's heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in short gasps. She could feel the heat between her legs, her body aching for more. The man with the tattoo stepped between her legs, his rough hands gripping her thighs. He leaned down, his breath hot on her pussy. "You smell so fucking good," he growled, his tongue darting out to lick her clit.
Megan gasped, her body arching off the table as he latched onto her sensitive nub. The sensation was intense, her body already hypersensitive from her earlier encounter on the bus.
She looked down at the man between her legs, his beard tickling her inner thighs as he worked her clit with his tongue. His fingers dug into her hips, holding her in place as he devoured her. She could feel her orgasm building quickly, her body tensing with each flick of his tongue.
"Fuck, you're good at that," she moaned, her hips bucking against his face.
She could feel the pressure building, her orgasm just on the edge. The man between her legs didn't let up, his tongue driving her closer and closer to the edge.
The man whose fingers were buried deep inside her chuckled. "Not as good as my cock will be," he growled, his fingers still moving in and out of her.
Megan looked at him, her breath coming in short gasps. "Fuck me. I want your cock inside me."
The man pulled his fingers out of her, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Your wish is my command, princess." He stepped back, his hands going to his belt.
He unbuckled it, the sound of leather against metal making Megan's heart pound even harder. She watched as he unzipped his pants, his cock springing free, hard and thick. Megan licked her lips, her pussy clenching with anticipation.
"You want this, don't you, princess?" he growled, wrapping his hand around his shaft and stroking it slowly.
Megan’s eyes widened at the sight of his cock, big and hard, the tip already glistening with precum. She felt a fresh wave of wetness between her own legs, her pussy aching for him to fill her.
“Come on then, fuck me,” she demanded, her voice thick with desire. “I’m not gonna wait all fucking day.”
The man chuckled, his eyes dark with lust. “Patience, princess. We’re going to make you feel so fucking good.” He stepped closer, his hand still stroking his cock. He glanced at the other men surrounding her, a wicked smile spreading across his face.
"Help her out, boys. Let's make this little princess feel like a real woman."
The man with the tattoo, who had been licking her pussy, stood up and moved to one side, his eyes never leaving her body. The other men stepped in, their hands roaming over her skin, their mouths descending on her tits, her neck, her ears. Megan gasped, her body overwhelmed by the sensation of so many hands and mouths on her at once.
One man, with short, dark hair and a thick beard, sucked her nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.
Megan gasped, her back arching off the table as he bit down harder, sending jolts of pleasure-pain shooting through her body.
Another man, younger and leaner, with a shock of red hair, trailed kisses along her neck, his teeth nipping at her skin. Megan felt a shiver run down her spine, her body reacting to his touch, even as her mind was overwhelmed by the sensory overload.
The man with the tattoo had moved to her other leg, his fingers digging into her thigh as he lifted it, exposing her pussy even more.
He looked up at her, his eyes dark with lust. "You ready for this, princess?"
Megan nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. I need your cock inside me."
The man with the tattoo grinned, his eyes never leaving her pussy. "Not yet, princess. We've got all day." He leaned in, his tongue darting out to lick her clit again, making Megan gasp.
The man with her cock in his hand chuckled, his voice low and dirty. "But we can give you a taste of what's to come." He stepped closer, his cock inches from her mouth.
each of them took turns on her for an hour making her gag and choke on their cock , she was covered in spit and precum .
The man who had been sucking on her tits now took his place between her legs, his cock rock hard and dripping with precum. “Time to ride, princess,” he grunted, grabbing her hips and pulling her to the edge of the table.
Megan wrapped her legs around his waist, the head of his cock pressing against her wet pussy. “Fuck me,” she demanded, her voice hoarse from the last hour of sucking cock after cock.
He thrust into her hard and fast, making her gasp as he filled her completely.
She could feel every inch of him, could feel the way he stretched her, the way he hit every sensitive spot inside her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair as he pounded into her, his body slamming into hers with each thrust.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her flesh. "You feel so fucking good."
Megan moaned, her body adjusting to his size, her pussy clenching around him. She could feel the pleasure building, could feel the heat between her legs spreading, consuming her.
"Harder," she moaned, her nails digging into his back. "Fuck me harder."
The man obliged, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more primal. Megan could feel every inch of him, could feel the way he stretched her, the way he hit every sensitive spot inside her. She could feel her own orgasm building, her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps.
The other men watched, their cocks hard and ready, their eyes dark with lust. They could see her tits bouncing with each thrust, could see the way her head thrashed from side to side, her moans growing louder, more desperate.
The man fucking her was grunting now, his body slick with sweat, his muscles straining with each powerful thrust.
"Fuck, you're so fucking tight," he groaned, his hands gripping her hips so hard she knew she'd have bruises later. "Your pussy feels like a fucking vice around my cock."
Megan could feel it too, could feel the way he stretched her, the way he filled her completely. She could feel the pressure building inside her, her orgasm just on the edge. She needed more, wanted more.
"Fuck me harder," she demanded, her voice a desperate, breathless whimper.
"Make me come."
The man obliged, his thrusts becoming even more forceful. He gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pounded into her. "You want to come, princess? You want to come all over my cock?"
Megan could only nod, her mouth open in a silent scream as pleasure coursed through her body. She could feel the pressure building, her orgasm just within reach. The man's cock was hitting her G-spot with every thrust, sending jolts of pleasure through her.
Suddenly, he pulled out, leaving her empty and aching.
"Turn over," he commanded, his voice a rough growl. Megan complied, her body trembling with anticipation and need. She got on her hands and knees, her ass raised in the air, completely exposed to them.
The man with the tattoo, who had been watching her intently, stepped up behind her. "Fuck, look at that ass," he said, his voice a low rumble. He slapped her hard across the cheek, the sound echoing through the small room. Megan gasped, her body jerking at the sudden pain, but she didn't pull away. She couldn't. She loved it, loved the way it made her feel.
The man with the tattoo stepped closer, his rough hands gripping her ass cheeks, spreading them wide. He spat on her pussy, the warm saliva coating her already wet folds. She moaned, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure through her body.
"You like that, don't you?" he growled, his voice a low rumble in her ear. "You like when I treat you like my little slut." "Yes, I fucking love it," she moaned.
"I'm your fucking slut, aren't I?"
The man's cock was hot and hard against her ass, but she didn't feel the first thrust as his cock entered her slowly, stretching her wide open. She gasped at the intrusion, feeling her pussy stretch to accommodate him. The pain was sharp and brief, and then he was fully inside her, filling her completely.
"Oh fuck," she groaned, her nails digging into the wooden table. "You're so big."
The man chuckled, a low sound that sent shivers down her spine. "You can take it, can't you, princess?
You're a fucking pro now," the man with the tattoo growled, his hands gripping her hips as he began to move.
Megan could feel every inch of him as he slid out, only to thrust back in, filling her completely. She braced herself on the table, her knuckles white as she gripped the edge, her body adjusting to his size.
"You're so fucking deep," she gasped, her breath coming in ragged pants. "You feel so good."
The man chuckled, his grip on her hips tightening as he began to move faster, his cock pounding into her with forceful, deliberate strokes.
Megan could feel every inch of him, the wet slap of flesh meeting flesh echoing through the small room. She gritted her teeth, her body adjusting to the pounding. She could feel the pleasure coiling in her belly, her pussy clenching around him like a vice.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he grunted, his voice hoarse with desire. "Your tight little cunt is milking my cock so fucking well."
Megan couldn't respond, her mouth open in a silent moan as her body took the relentless assault. She could feel the heat building, her orgasm within reach.
The man behind her leaned down, his lips close to her ear. "You feel that, don't you? You feel his big cock stretching you wide open?" His other hand snaked around her waist, his fingers finding her clit and beginning to rub it in time with his thrusts.
Megan moaned, her body tensing as the pleasure built. "Yes," she gasped. "Fuck, yes. I feel it. I feel you both."
The man in front of her, the one who had been the first to fuck her, stepped closer. His cock was rock hard again, glistening with precum.
He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him as he rubbed the tip against her lips. "Suck it, you little slut," he growled. "Taste your own cum on it."
Megan obeyed, her lips parting to take him in. She could taste herself on him, the salty-sweet flavor of her own arousal mingling with his. She sucked him deep, her tongue swirling around the head, her lips tightening as she pulled back.
The man behind her continued to thrust into her, his pace relentless. "Fuck, look at her," he grunted.
"Taking two cocks like a fucking pro."
Megan moaned in agreement, her mouth still filled with the first man's cock. She sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing out as she took him deep into her throat. The man behind her was relentless, his cock pounding into her with a force that left her breathless. She could feel herself getting close, her orgasm building like a tidal wave, ready to crash over her.
The man in front of her, the one she was sucking, groaned. "Fuck, I'm close, you little slut.
Swallow it all," the man in front of her groaned. Megan moaned in response, her moan muffled by his cock in her throat. She could feel every inch of him, taste him on her tongue, and it sent her spiraling into a frenzy of need.
The man behind her was relentless, his thrusts deep and punishing. "You like that, don't you, you fucking whore? Taking two cocks at once like the little slut you are."
Megan moaned around the cock in her mouth, her pussy clenching around the man behind her.
The pleasure was overwhelming, her body on the precipice of an orgasm so intense she knew it would shatter her. The man behind her thrust harder, his fingers digging into her hips as he pounded into her.
"Fuck, she's tight," the man behind her grunted. "Her pussy is gripping my cock so fucking hard."
Megan moaned again, the vibrations sending shivers down the man in front of her. He gripped her hair tighter, guiding her head as he fucked her mouth. Swallow it, you little cunt," he commanded.
"I want to feel your throat tighten around my cock as you come."
Megan obeyed, her throat constricting around his length as she took him deeper, her gag reflex forgotten in her desperate need to please him. The man behind her was a relentless machine, his cock ramming into her pussy with forceful, precise thrusts, each one sending jolts of pleasure-pain through her body.
"Fuck, she's a natural," the man in front of her groaned, his hips moving in time with the one behind her, meeting her mouth with each thrust into her pussy. "Look at her take it all, boys.