After Dave and my discussion regarding meeting up again for a rough, nasty fuck in some very sexy lingerie and outfits, I received a text. A location, what to wear and when. Fuck me, that was a turn-on on its own. I was so turned on, I immediately went for a wank over that. My Boss was confused as we had fucked that morning, and I had his cum plastered all over my skirt and stockings. 

Walking into the toilets, I went straight to a stall, locked the door, pulled up my cum covered skirt, got out a picture of Dave and started rubbing myself. Imagining him pinning me against a wall in my sexy uniform, tearing open my tights and fingering my asshole. I pictured him feeling up my big tits and gagging me with my tie. Tying with his belt, my hands behind my back and sliding his hog into my ass. Within seconds, huge spurts of jizz came flying out of me. Panting quietly in my cubicle, I hoped I lasted longer than that with the real Dave!

—

Dave had asked me to meet him at a little car park at the end of the industrial estate that leads into a footpath, where presumably people binge drink and people go dogging or to wear something like I wore during the reunion. 

Thanks to Mr Davis, I now had my old school uniform, so for authenticity, I thought I’d wear that. A tight white blouse, the buttons were a real pig to get on but I managed it, a green blazer that I did up to help my poor blouse, a green tartan skirt and the stripey school tie. I teamed it with a black and white lace push-up bra, thong, suspenders and black seamed stockings with black mid-platform heels. Smoky eyes with big fake lashes, red fuck me lips and my hair in a loose ponytail to drape over my huge tits and give him something to hang on to. For transport purposes, I wore a long overcoat even though that's the international shorthand for I'm wearing nothing or lingerie under this, but let's all not address it!

It wasn't too far from where I live, so for whatever reason, that's not clear to me,  I walked the mile or so, to the rendezvous in my five-inch platform heels. In any case, I got there with a little time to spare and waited next to the dog poo bin and watched a magical sunset.

Whilst I was waiting a gentleman approached me and asked if I was lost and if I could help him with something. I believe he had worked out from glancing at my stocking tops and platform heels that I maybe a bit of a whore. I followed him to a nearby side building and he presented me with £100 and dutifully stuffed the cash into my stocking. I then took off my coat, letting it drop to the ground and turned with my legs open, lent against the wall. A short hard fuck later, I had his cum soaking into my skirt, and extra hundred and a new date for later.

After some time and a few dog walkers going by, Dave’s van pulled up. Stepping out of the van, he said, “Hello slag, you want to ride my fat cock?” 

Walking over to me and flashing some cash. “Let's see then what am I buying today.”

“As you requested,” I said, opening my overcoat, revealing my sexy little tight school uniform.

“Ah fuck yes! Mmm. Yes, that will do very well,” Dave said, pulling me close into a kiss and a grope, stuffing my stockings with the cash.

“Now, first off, get on your whore knees and suck my cock,” Dave snarled. 

Glancing around, I got down onto my knees on the cold, soft grass. I pulled out his cock and got to work. Slowly drawing my tongue up and down his shaft, kissing it, cupping his balls. Swirling my tongue around the head. Switching to a face fuck and pressing his cock deeper down my whore gullet. I could almost feel his cum coming, the precum soaking his cock.

“Come with me whore, and take that coat off, get in the van,” he commanded 

My clit, soaking my thong, I took off my coat, Dave took it and put it in the back of the van, and I got into the cab. Sat next to him I was trembling with anticipation, my stocking tops visible in my skirt, the glint of the bronze suspender clasps. 

“You are keeping that sexy outfit on for all of this. Now reach over and stroke my cock. Oh, and you’re wearing this until I say,” Dave commanded, placing a ball gag in my mouth. “Ok?”

A garbled yes from me. Reaching over and stroking his huge cock through his jogging trousers.

“Mmm fuck yes. Let's go for a drive,” Dave said with a bit of a tremble, I must have been doing something right. 

We went on quite a long drive, past my house and past our old school. He had me wave at a group of lads by the bus stop. So humiliating but so fucking hot. Leaving the outskirts of town, we headed out into the country, before leaving the main road and heading off into the forestry. He pulled up down a small track where there was a creepy little barn.

“Out you get.  Stand in front of the van and flash me what you go under that skirt and take out your tits,” Dave said, looking at his phone. 

I stepped out, narrowly missing a puddle, and walked over as sexily as I could, undoing my blouse and pulling out my tits. I turned around and pulled up my skirt. The little shit had been taking pictures throughout. 

“Now walk over to me and ask me to rough fuck you like the dirty little cum dumpster you are! Ask to be bound, gagged, caked in cum and returned to where you were whoring,” Dave snarled and I replied once again as sexily as I could to his commands.

He jumped out of his van with a handful of rope and flood light. Jesus, what had I gotten myself into? I was so incredibly wet. He took my tits roughly and played with them for a minute whilst feeling up my ass, and I stroked his cock, then suddenly he put my tits away and gripped me by the arm and marched me into the barn. 

He took me over to a beam, slung the rope over it and bound my hands behind my back. I could move around freely but was tethered to the rope. I was so hard. 

He stood and watched me for some time, teetering on my heels. Spanking my whore ass from time to time. Quite suddenly, he got down on his knees and buried his face in my cock. Hungrily sucking on it, slavering my clit, hard and fast. My legs almost buckling with pleasure, clamping my thighs around his shoulders, I climbed him, rocking my hips into his face. 

I could feel myself getting close, clenching hard, trying to stop myself. I managed to get out with a gasp. 

“Oh fuck I’m going to cum in your mouth”.

“No, you're fucking not! Whore!” Dave said, directing my clit up towards my tits and skirt, as a huge glob flew up and covered my chest, dripping down to my skirt. 

“Oh, Christ, that was good,” I said out of breath.

“Mmmm, your tits look good covered in cum. Think I’ll add some of my own in a bit,” Dave said, slackening the rope and positioning me over an office chair.

“If this chair moves while I fuck you. I will punish you and you will have to work for me to earn your place back,” Dave said, positioning a little back from the chair with my hands on the arms of the chair, slowly sliding his thick cock into me. 

“Mmmm, yes, I will be your plaything. Your whore,” I said without thinking.

“Good, you fucking whore!” grunted Dave as he fucked me. 

Barely building, fucking me hard, making me slip and almost instantly becoming his whore. He held my waist, getting a handful of silicone tit. Ramming. Hard. Fucking. Pulling out and swinging me around. I got down on my knees opened my mouth and squeezed my huge tits together. Spraying me with more cum than I’ve ever seen. Caked.

“Now put your tits away and get in the van. You filthy fucking whore. Mmm, this look suits you. Slag,” Dave said, cleaning his cock off with my mouth. 

“Can you drop me off at the end of the industrial estate? I have a client,” I asked with cum still dripping off my chin and soaking into my blouse.

“Sure thing slut. Lucky cunt must be hungry,” replied Dave, wiping some cum on my skirt. 

Dave headed back and pulled up to a quiet corner of the industrial estate and let me out. 

“Have fun, slag. Will see you same time next week,” he called as he drove off.

I sent a text to Mr. Davis inviting him to fuck me and sent a picture of my very slutty self. As I was waiting, a lorry pulled up beside me, the driver leaned out and asked how much. I gave him my rates, and he jumped out of his lorry to inspect the product. 

“Alright, love. You look like fun. I could do with a shag,” he said, sliding the cash into my stockings and feeling up my ass. 

“Here are the rules: no ripping my clothes, and you have to jizz on them,” I said, bending over one of the wheel arches and opening my legs. 

“Sure thing, love,” the trucker said, sliding my thong to one side. Taking a handful of tit and inserting his cock into my ass. 

I fucking loved feeling like such a dirty whore as he fucked me. The thrill from the fear of being caught. Knowing that Mr. Davis may see me being used. Ramming me hard, I had to redouble as I braced myself on the wheel, my tits swinging out of their cups, straining on the blouse. I could feel his cock twitch and, man of his word, he pulled out and came all up, skirt and back. Standing back up, I turned to him and said.

“I’m here every Wednesday at ten if you want to fuck.” 

He smiled and drove off.

Very soon after the trucker, Mr. Davis pulled up. 

“Hello, Willow, my dirty little whore. You best get in before you fuck another customer,” he said commandingly. 

I trotted over to him and got into his car. 

“Did you bring your other uniforms? I hope you did because we’re going to do a little photoshoot.” He looked over to me, knowing I hadn’t brought them.

“Oh well. Dumb sluts like you are forgetful. Luckily, I have spares and have been planning this for some time," Mr. Davis said with a sly grin. 

“Had a productive day, have you, whore? I can smell it on you. We'll be adding to it today.”

“Yes, sir. So you want me to model some of your uniforms, do you? Thought you’d fucked so many students in them it would have become boring?” I asked

“Not these. And yes, the normal one you’re wearing I have, but it’s always good each time. As you know. Being fucked in that. Mmm love it,” he said, licking his lips and pulling into a driveway.

“I always fantasied about you fucking me in this sexy uniform. You’d hold me back for wearing something naughty like my stockings then make me your fuck slave,” I said, looking over to a hedge, slowly playing with my cock. 

“Mmm, that sounds very fun. Well, this weekend, you’ll get a taster. From now on, you may only call me, sir. You must ask permission before you do anything unless commanded. You must wear this collar and lead at all times. Wear what I tell you to wear, do what I tell you to do,” Mr. Davis said passing me a collar and lead. 

I put on the collar, as instructed followed him into the house. It was very nice, much nicer than I had imagined, though it was a little old gatehouse for the school. I waited by the back door where he had left me. It felt quite a long time, seeing as I was still dressed like a schoolgirl in a porno. But after some time, he came back to the door. 

“On your knees. And suck my cock to come in,” Mr. Davis instructed. 

I dutifully got down on my knees, the bristly door mat biting into my stockings and started sucking his massive cock. I felt like I needed to dislocate my jaw to get around it. Slavering it up, getting it nice and wet, bobbing my head up and down. I could feel his cum rising, but then he stopped, pulled my head away and dragged me into the house.

“This is where you’ll be staying. You have a bowl and a bed,” Mr. Davis said, pointing down to a dog bed and bowls. 

“In the hamper is everything you’ll be wearing for the weekend. When I am done with you, you will get back into what you are wearing now. Do you understand, whore?” he boomed.

“Yes, sir,” I said, becoming so incredibly horny. 

“Now, put this on. When you are done, come into the next room and tell me your whore is ready,” he said, holding my face and pushing me to bed. 

He left, and I looked at what he had in mind for me. A pinafore, I assumed he wanted me to keep my blouse, fishnet tights, black thigh-high socks, a black lace push-up bra thong and suspenders. With the school tie.

I quickly took off my clothes and set them to one side, stripped out of my lingerie and put on the surprising perfect fit new lingerie. The tights went on, but they did snag. I knew he’d love that as an excuse to punish me. Socks over the top, heels on. Then the blouse, as ever, was an element of faith if it was going to stay buttoned, and then the pinafore. It did actually look super hot, my huge tits made the pinafore super short, and its restricting nature got me super horny…