Slut School Teachers- They Only Had a Week

by Todd Weston

  Slut School Teachers

  They Only Had A Week

  by Todd Weston

  [Series Sexy Shorts - Book Eight]

  Her boyfriend broke up with her because she was too moral to keep his interest. Her disappointment devastated her, causing her to consider some radical changes. But she realized that she needed help to make those changes, and she turned to the old man who lived next door for that help. And when she did, he saw an opportunity to fulfill his many fantasies about her.

  She gave him an entire week to teach her how to be a slut. Would that be enough time to teach her everything he wanted to teach her?

  Slut School Teachers

  by Todd Weston

  Copyright © Todd Weston, 2019

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying and recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, except as may be expressly permitted in writing from the publisher.

  All characters in this book are imaginary, a work of fiction by the author. Any resemblance to any real person is totally coincidental and unintended. Besides, I can have so much more fun inventing someone from scratch than I can emulating someone.

  Slut School Teachers

  Cassie couldn't believe how turned on she was. It had only been one day since her new relationship with her next door neighbor, and already she had given him three blow jobs and they had fucked three times. This was more sexual activity than she had experienced than all the previous eighteen years of her life. And now he had her doing things she would never have guessed she would be doing last week. Or ever, for that matter!

  Today, she was dressed in a gray skirt that was shorter than anything she had seen outside of a porn video. The white halter top barely covered her breasts and did nothing to hide her hard and erect nipples. They were at a grocery store to purchase food for the next few days and she was supposed to act as if there was nothing unusual about her dressing like a slut. Yet it seemed that everyone was staring at her. She could feel the juices leaking from her pussy and dripping down her thighs, making a quiet sloshing sound from her wet thighs rubbing together. But the Master wouldn't let her do anything about them.

  As they walked down the isle of canned goods, he told her to bend over at the waist and grab two cans of beef stew from the bottom shelf. But his instructions were to read the list of ingredients on the label to him before taking the cans from the shelf. She knew his purpose was to make her show her bare pussy to anyone walking by, and the thought made her even wetter. As she bent over, forcing her wet pussy to ooze even more juices, a middle age couple walked by. The man was staring hard at her pussy and the woman jabbed him in the ribs with her elbow. He quickly looked away as demanded, but a second later he was back to watching her. She looked at him from her bent over position, but his eyes never made it to her face. She grinned to herself, knowing that her master had accomplished his purpose for this exercise.

  After reading the label aloud to Mr. Phillips for quite some seconds, he finally allowed her to straighten up. She did so too quickly, causing her large boobs to bounce and sway just a little too much. Her left tit worked its way outside the halter and jumped into public scrutiny just as a thirty-something woman rounded the corner and saw her. Immediately Cassie started to adjust things to cover her boob but Mr. Phillips stopped her, and Cassie was forced to stand there with her left tit exposed to the woman's stare. Like a submissive, she looked down. The other woman didn't even try to hide her close scrutiny of the almost perfect boob in front of her, and a soft smile spread across her face. Cassie felt a strange tingle in her pussy, a tingle she discovered that she liked.

  “Nice boobs!” Her comment was quiet enough that only Cassie and Mr. Phillips could hear, and Cassie quickly glanced at her, feeling sheepish.

  “What do you say, Cassie?” Mr. Phillips also spoke quietly, but that didn't soften his words any. He was firm, almost harsh, in his demand for a courteous reply.

  “Thank you.” The woman was still staring at Cassie's boob when she stopped beside the girl. They exchanged looks, and the woman took a can off the shelf to look closely at it for a couple of seconds. Then she spoke, again only loud enough for the three of them to share in the comment.

  “I wish I had a body like yours, and I would show it off more.” She read the label on the can for a couple more seconds and then looked at Cassie's boob again. A few seconds later, the woman dropped the can into her cart and walked away, leaving Cassie with rivulets of pussy cream oozing down her inner thighs. She looked at Mr. Phillips and he just smiled.

  “You should feel good that you could help her enjoy her afternoon.” The words of instruction were received and acknowledged by Cassie as she waited for the Master to give her next command.

  This was how her days went. Mr. Phillips gave her instructions and she carried them out to the letter. He kept reminding her that she had requested his training, and she kept reminding herself that it was all for the good.

  It had been two days ago that her boyfriend broke up with her, preferring the slut over Cassie because the slut would give him the sex he wanted. Her sobs while sitting in her back yard next to her pool had attracted the attention of her retired neighbor. He came over to console her and, while there, offered a solution to any boy problems she might have in the future. She could remember every word of their conversation.

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  Cassie was stunned as she disconnected the call. She couldn't believe her boyfriend had just broken up with her. Even worse, she couldn't believe that he dumped her for that slut, Kelly. At least he had the courage to tell her, even if he was too much of a coward to tell her to her face. Cassie just sat there, frozen, uncertain what to do next. Suddenly, she burst into tears.

  “WHAT A BASTARD!” Her shout was loud enough to be heard by neighbors several houses away, and she quickly regretted using that language. Her parents had taught her better than that, and would be upset if they knew the profanity she just used.

  And maybe that was the problem. Her parents had raised her to be very moral in a very immoral world. The dress code that her parents enforced on her might have been thought up by a nun. She was allowed no tight blouses or sweaters, and was allowed to have only one button undone if she wore a button-down shirt. No cleavage, ever, was the rule for her while all her friends wore tight blouses, tank tops, or blouses that were unbuttoned far enough to show off their bras, if they even wore them. She was forced to wear skirts down to her knees or loose-fitting jeans, while all the girls in high school wore very short skirts or skin tight pants. How can a girl compete with all that? She would be talking to a boy in the hall between classes and he would just stare at the girls walking by. Even her lab partner in the college-prep Chemistry class couldn't concentrate on their assignments because the girl next to their workspace dressed like a slut.

  “It's just not fair!” And everything was made worse because her parents were gone on a second honeymoon for their twentieth anniversary and she had no one to comfort her. One full week all alone, and she knew she would feel miserable all week long. Even her two best friends were on vacation with their families, so there was no chance for understanding hugs and comforting conversations. No, she was on her own for a full week.

  Cassie continued crying for several more minutes, and she realized that part of her disappointment was because she had bought this new bikini just for him. It was the smallest thing she had ever worn and she could only wear it because her parents were out of town. She had put it on less than an hour ago, hoping to give him something distracting to stare
at like he stared at all the sexy girls at school. She knew that it showed more of her body than he had ever seen, and it gave her a thrill to think of him seeing her in it. She even thought about the possibility of him getting hard just from the view. But when she called him to invite him over to enjoy the pool with her, he broke up with her.

  A voice from the next yard interrupted her thoughts.

  “Are you okay, Cassie?” The question came from her neighbor, and she didn't answer. When he repeated the question, with a little more concern in his voice, she had to say something.

  “I'm okay, Mr. Phillips. Just got some bad news from school, that's all.” As she answered him, the man knocked on the gate of the tall privacy fence that separated their two houses, and he peeked inside at her.

  “Are you sure you are okay? Is there anything I can do for you?” He walked over to her and sat in the lawn chair next to hers, noticing that he had not seen this particular bikini before. When she looked up at him, he smiled at her, trying to look safe and friendly. He was carrying a drink of some type, but the slightly brownish liquid didn't tell Cassie enough to identify the contents. She looked at him with a grin.

  “Nothing you can do unless you want to share your drink.” Her wry smile showed her frustrations and pain but he wasn't sure how to respond.

  Jerry Phillips was comfortably retired, and he tried to be friendly to the neighbors nearby. He always took mid-morning walks through the neighborhood, greeting those who were outside. He was sort of the neighborhood grandfather and he often took care of little things for the homeowners who lived near him. Like every Tuesday, when the people put their garbage cans near the road for the trucks to come through and empty them, he would move any cans still at curbside near the garage. When he would be on his walk early, before the garbage trucks came through, the wind would sometimes blow over a garbage can, spilling its contents on the ground or the road, and he would always pick things up and put them back into the garbage cans. And people would often thank him for these and other friendly actions by inviting him over for dinner or something equally nice. So Jerry had a reputation of being friendly and helpful, which was a far cry from his lustful thoughts about the women in the neighborhood. He was always looking in the windows of the houses he walked past, hoping to see a woman undressed or getting dressed. So, as he tried to comfort Cassie, Jerry tried to look and act like he was a good neighbor just looking out for his friends.

  “I am not sure if your parents would approve of me giving their high school girl a glass of bourbon.” He chuckled at her without really thinking about her parents. In fact, all he could think about was this sexy young girl in a tiny bikini sitting in her back yard all by herself. He looked around to see if anyone could see them but the high privacy fence kept the back yard completely isolated. Truthfully, the only house that had a view into her back yard was his own. One of the few two-story houses in the neighborhood, he had spent many hours in his upstairs bedroom watching her as she sunbathed next to her pool. He always felt guilty, considering how young she was, but never guilty enough to stop him from masturbating hundreds of times as he watched her over the two years she and her family had lived there. And his absolute favorite was when she would rub suntan lotion all over her tight, sexy body to keep from burning in the hot Florida sun. She would caress her body as she spread the lotion around, and he would imagine it was him doing the caressing. He could feel the soft skin as his hands lid over her body as he thoroughly applied the lotion to her exposed flesh, and he would get so hard as he fantasized about the experience. And now he was sitting only a couple feet away from that sexy body. Jerry felt himself begin to get hard as he looked down the top of her tiny bikini while she was bent over, her elbows on her knees. Clearly, she was totally unaware of the show she was putting on for him, and he hoped she would remain unaware.

  As he gave in to his lustful thoughts and enjoyed the view, he was disappointed when she suddenly sat up straight and looked him in the eyes, her face showing a little embarrassment over the sexy show she just realized she was putting on. But the clear embarrassment was short-lived when she realized that she actually liked flashing him. He might not be her boyfriend, but he was a man and it was obvious that he liked what he saw. At the moment, Cassie was open to just about any appreciation from a man that she could get.

  Shit, was Mr. Phillips checking me out? Her silent question gave her a thrill in spite of the fact that he was more than forty years older than she was. She took a few seconds to think about that, and then her thoughts went back to her boyfriend breaking up with her.

  “Carl, my boyfriend broke up with me. He just told me a minute ago, and I was upset about it. That was what you heard. I guess it's no biggie. I mean, couples break up all the time, right?” She tried to smile but it didn't quite work.

  “I am sorry to hear that, Cassie. And yes, people break up all the time, but that doesn't mean it isn't upsetting when it happens. It is always tough on the people going through it. Are your parents here? Have you talked to them about it?” He turned around and looked at the house as if expecting them to walk out at any moment, even though they had told him a few days ago that they would be gone for a week. Jerry had always been friendly towards them, making sure that they never saw him staring out his bedroom window at their daughter, and apparently that friendliness finally paid off. They told him they were going to be gone and asked him to look in on Cassie. He assured them that she would be just fine and that he would check on her several times over the week. He looked at Cassie closely, trying to show the concern he actually felt for her. She sat silently for a few seconds, and then decided to open up to the man. He had always been friendly and he seemed sort of safe, which was important to her right now.

  “Well, my parents are out of town for the week. They are celebrating their twentieth anniversary by taking a second honeymoon. They won't be back until Sunday. So I have no one here to talk to.” She paused, uncertain if she should continue, but just now she wanted someone to talk to. So Cassie continued.

  “He told me that he had decided to date Sherry Stevens, a cheerleader that we all know sleeps with anyone and everyone. If he has a penis, she opens her mouth or her legs for him. Hell, she even does that with girls.” As she began to pour out her feelings, Cassie was amazed at her words. She never talked like this to anyone, not even her girlfriends, and now she was saying those things to her retired neighbor. Unconsciously she put her hand over her mouth in embarrassment.

  “I'm sorry, Mr. Phillips, I really shouldn't say things like that.” Jerry wanted to hear more, so he tried to encourage her.

  “Did he tell you why he was breaking up with you?” He acted like he cared, and he did, but for the moment he was busy staring at the tit flesh she was putting on display as she leaned down and put her elbows on her knees again. “What made him decide to go with her over you? I mean, you are obviously a beautiful girl with an excellent figure.” Jerry decided to stop with that because he didn't want her to realize just how well he already knew her body. The girls in the Internet porn he watched every day were no more sexy and attractive than she was.

  Cassie really was a beautiful girl. Even with no obvious make-up, her face was soft and beautiful, with deep and expressive eyes. She was about five foot six inches tall and couldn't weigh more than 130 pounds. She had dark, almost black, hair and she it grew long. It was halfway down her back and had natural curls. And from the dark hairs peeking out of her bikini bottoms, it was apparent that she didn't shave down there, and that her dark hair was her natural color. She clearly worked out regularly in her gym classes, and her curves were soft without showing any fat. And she had great curves! Her breasts must have been at least a C-cup and maybe even a D-cup, and they were well-rounded and firm. And her bikini top did little to hide her pert nipples as they protruded into the material of her swim suit as if trying to pierce the soft material. Add a narrow waist and full hips and Cassie was the perfect picture of a beautiful girl with an awesome body
. Why the hell would any guy dump her for another? Jerry could feel himself getting harder with every second, and he shifted in his chair in an attempt to hide his excitement.

  “Well, Mr. Phillips, I really don't want to bother you with my problems. As one of my girlfriends would say, I haven't had near enough alcohol for that.” She tried to laugh at her own joke and was only partially successful. Jerry paused again, still unsure how to reply to that.

  “First, Cassie, why don't you call me Jerry. If you are being open with me, then allow me to be open with you by letting you use my name.” He paused for a second to give her what he hoped was a warm and friendly smile, and then he continued.

  “And, again, I am not sure that your parents would appreciate me getting their beautiful young high school daughter drunk while they are away.” He hoped that by injecting enough compliments, she would open up even more, but her reply surprised him in the heat it contained.

  “I am no longer in high school. I graduated last month, and I am eighteen as of last week. I am not a girl anymore, Mr. Phillips, I am a woman.” Jerry paused for a moment, unsure if he had offended her and ruined the possibilities that he was only beginning to consider.

  “Maybe that is part of the problem, Cassie. Maybe you are a WOMAN who was dating a BOY. Boys are controlled by their urges and desires. A woman might have those same urges and desires, but she has the wisdom and self-control to only express them when she wants to express them. She is only controlled by herself.” An idea began forming in his mind, an idea that almost embarrassed him as it formed. But in spite of the embarrassment, it still turned him on. He said nothing, waiting for her to respond. And as he waited, he was thrilled to see Cassie lean down, putting her elbows on her knees again. She was staring into the pool and seemed totally unaware of what she was doing to him. And this time she had twisted slightly, allowing him to get a view of her left nipple. He had to force a smile from his lips.