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Schoolgirl Uniform; Danielle Ch. 02

Judy Grant began spending a lot of nights with her mother. This provided her eighteen-year-old friend Danielle plenty of opportunities to be alone with Mr. Grant.

Over the following months the older man introduced the pretty brunette to a world of sexual adventures and pleasures. Sometimes he was rough and demanding; throwing her across his bed or the coffee table and taking her with animalistic fervor, calling her a dirty slut and howling about how she loved cock. Other times he showered her body with delicate kisses before gently penetrating her, telling her she was beautiful and calling her a sweet girl. They made love in his tile and glass shower. They fucked on the desk in his home office.

Through some awkward missteps and failures she learned how to give a quality blow-job, discovering along the way that she enjoyed it. Her sex would grow wet while she slid her lips along his rigid shaft and sometimes she fingered herself to orgasm just before he exploded in her mouth.

One night he presented her with a vibrator, then watched her use it on herself.

He also introduced her to anal sex.

No matter the place or the escapade, the girl reveled in the experiences; quaking through multiple, explosive orgasms and routinely finding herself trembling and breathless afterwards.

She'd learned long ago that guys appreciated a girl in a school uniform, and Mr. Grant was no exception. He especially liked a top she found that was from her freshman year and was now a bit small on her, its crisp white material was strained by her pert, young breasts. Since she couldn't wear it to school she left it at his place where she'd change into it if the evening warranted. He also liked it when she wore either frilly Barbie-socks or thigh-high white stockings.

She was wearing the little Barbie-socks one Friday evening when she arrived to find he had company.

"Hey Sweetie," he greeted her at the door.

She discreetly waited until he'd shut the door behind her to reach up on her tiptoes and kiss him passionately, her body leaning into his.

"Listen, Joe and Ken are here," he informed her after their lips parted. "And Bill's gonna be coming by too. It's about a special project I've been working on."

"Oh? How long do you think you'll be?" She pouted, unhappy with the idea of having to wait for his undivided attention.

"It's probably gonna be a while," he cupped her ass through her skirt, pulling her into him.

Danielle had met her lover's friends previously. Usually when they were over she'd simply disappear into the bedroom and amuse herself until they left. But she had spent a few times sitting with them all, listening to their conversations and generally being bored.

It turned out that this time Mr. Grant wanted her to join them.

"Why don't you change your top and hang out with us," he said.

Leaning back she gazed up into his face, her head quizzically tilted slightly, her thick hair swayed with the action. He was smirking mischievously. She assumed it meant that he merely wished to have a little fun with his friends. That he simply wanted to tease them. She knew he enjoyed showing off - or more accurately - showing HER off. He delighted in his friend's envy. But only he had ever seen her in the too-small top.

Now he was asking her to wear it in front of these other men.

Beyond his mischievous smirk his eye had an excited spark. She couldn't interpret that, but it did make her heart race and her breath catch.

"Um... Ok," she finally whispered.

After another passionate kiss they separated and Danielle stepped into the living room. When she did both men stood up from their seats to greet her, their smiles genuine, their eyes enthusiastic.

"Hello Mr. Craig, Mr. Stone," she said while their gazes crawled over her body. She was always a little nervous in these moments, when her lover's friends would devour her with their eyes. But when Mr. Grant stepped up beside her and rested his hand on the small of her back it calmed her slightly. "Won't you all excuse me for a minute? I need to... um..." she hesitated, unsure of what to say. She didn't want to tell them she was going to change, but she didn't know what else she could say. "I'll be right back," she finally stammered.

As she walked through the living room, past the men and into the hall, she felt their eyes follow her. Felt them admiring the way her skirt covered the small orb that was her ass.

Her freshly laundered top was right where it always was, hanging in the master bedroom closet. Putting it on she remembered she'd never worn a bra with it before. She quickly realized why too. She couldn't. The top was so tight that with any extra padding - even the thin layer of her simplest bra - kept her from hooking any of the upper buttons. So she had to either go with her bra-encased breasts near fully exposed. Or wear it like usual - braless. This made the outline of her breasts obvious beneath the stretched material, which was the majority of the reason Mr. Grant liked it so much. Either way the men would be getting quite an image. Wrestling with the options she decided to skip the bra since it seemed that likely be what Mr. Grant expected.

She still didn't understand why he wanted her wearing it now . . . in front of his friends.

Suddenly she felt a rush as her flesh began to simmer gently and she realized it was the idea of these other men seeing her in the outfit that was causing her body to react so. For a moment she stood there trying to understand her reaction, but like Mr. Grant asking her to do it in the first place, she couldn't explain it.

So she took a few deep breaths, bracing herself. Then she headed back to the living room.

Her return was greeted with enthusiasm. All three men stood and watched her walk over to stand beside Mr. Grant. Her cheeks reddened as six eyes devoured the sight of her taxed blouse.

Beaming with pride Mr. Grant slipped an arm around her. His fingers gently held her arm so that when they sat down on the couch he forced her to sit facing straight ahead. Meanwhile the arm behind her back compelled her to jut her chest out, effectively offering his friends with an enhanced display.

A fact they didn't fail to notice. Or enjoy. Sitting in chairs across from the couch, the coffee table between them, they openly admired her.

Their attentions kept Danielle's cheeks rosy with color even as she tried to ignore them.

She'd always been aware of their admiring glances, but they had been just that . . . glances. Gazes that lingered for an extra moment before being redirected. But today their gazes were not being redirected. No. Their eyes were openly crawling over her again and again.

She found herself revisiting a thought she'd had after meeting each of them; would she date, or more honestly sleep with them? While neither of the men were exactly hunks, they were good looking and in shape and she had to admit to herself that had either of them been her friend's father that day some months earlier...

The line of thought was interrupted by the doorbell.

Danielle's heartbeat suddenly leapt ahead a few beats. Of his friends, Mr. Kole was the best looking. In fact he was nearly as handsome as Mr. Grant himself and she'd developed a little crush on him.

Entering the room Mr. Kole's eyes instantly tracked to her. "Danielle, you're as beautiful as ever," his smile reflected the admiration in his gaze.

"Thank you, Sir," she whispered, her own gaze dropping, her cheeks darkening.

"Drink?" Mr. Grant indicated the bar.

With a glass in hand Mr. Kole took a seat in a third chair while the others caught him up on their discussion.

Danielle again tried to focus on the conversation, but was again sidetracked by the sense that at least one pair of eyes was staring at her each and every second. The idea that she was on display made her stare at the floor and chew on her lip nervously. After a few minutes she also started to uncross and re-cross her legs.

Although the attention was a little disconcerting, it also managed to awaken a certain kind of warmth deep within her. This sensation coupled with a coolness in the air caused her nipples to start hardening and she soon realized the men were being provided a much more provocative image than just the blouse straining against her breasts.

She didn't need to look up to know they were admiring this development and her cheeks' blush deepened. She suddenly felt extremely nervous and uncomfortable. Jumping up she excused herself then rushed out of the room.

Alone in the bathroom she tried to make sense of all the questions she had:

What was Mr. Grant doing? Why'd he have her change into the special top? Why was he so proudly displaying her for his friends? Yes, he'd showed her off before, but nothing like this. He'd never actually displayed her. And why was she even slightly aroused by it?

These questions and thoughts - and other variations on them - looped through her mind again and again with no exit, nor answers, in sight.

Mr. Grant was waiting outside the bathroom when she opened the door.

"Oh!" She yelped quietly in surprise.

"How you doing, Sweetie?" he whispered, slipping his hands onto her waist.

"I - I'm okay. Just a little bored," she partially lied.

"Yea, I know," he chuckled. "Let's leave the guys to themselves for a few minutes. Come here." He led her into his office, swinging the door shut behind them.

Pulling her to him, he leaned down while she raised up on her toes. Their lips met, parted. Their tongues swirled together. She reached her arms up, lacing her fingers behind his neck. She melted into him, her body molding against his. His hands roamed over her back and sides.

Danielle had spent the entire day anticipating the moment when she would be in his arms so her embers had already been smoldering long before arriving at his home. Now tropical gusts blew across those embers, sending their heat radiating out to make her flesh simmer. Sighing into their kiss she pressed herself harder against him.

Mimicking her building desire he pulled her to him as well.

When they separated she dropped from her tiptoes and leaned in to rest her head against his chest with a heavy sigh. For a minute they stood there; his arms holding her, hands rubbing her body.

Then he pulled away.

Taking her hand he led her across the room to the couch sitting against one wall.

"What about your friends?" She whispered.

"Don't worry about them just yet," he answered, his tone thick.

Later she would think back to his words, but at that moment their odd choice and possible meanings failed to register.

Laying her back into the corner of the couch he laid partially atop her, his hip snuggled against her crotch. Cradling the back of her head in one hand he leaned in to press his lips to hers.

Kissing him back she quietly mewed.

Again and again they kissed, their lips briefly separating then quickly pressing together once more. Their tongues swirled, dueling and diving over and around one another. His hand pressed her to him, making their kisses more and more passionate. His other hand roamed over her body, rubbing at her sides, sliding across her flat tummy, and dancing down along her thighs.

Her passion grew with each swirl of their tongues. Her body's heat increased with each caress. Tropical gusts flowed through her, fanning her smoldering embers. Her own hands came up to grab at his shoulders, her fingers clenching.

Long moments passed. Moments with their hands on each other's body. Moments filled with deep passionate kisses. Danielle's coals began to glow red-hot, their heat radiating throughout her body and making her squirm upon the couch. His roaming hand caused her to squirm even more as it passed near her breasts without touching them . . . tickled her inner thighs without slipping beneath her skirt to reach her sex. As the hand neared either of these points she would wiggle in an attempt to make it do the things she wanted it to . . . the things her body wanted it to.

But for long, long moments it didn't.

Then it did.

Sliding across her tummy the hand whispered up along her side. Previously it had either retraced its path back down along her side or brushed across her upper chest.

This time it did neither. Instead it cupped her breast.

The feel of its weight atop the pert mound, its heat reaching through her blouse, made her inhale sharply. Her back instantly arched upward, her body trying to press herself firmly into his hand.

Mr. Grant massaged her tit, his fingers molding her pliant flesh eagerly. The hunger in his manipulations told her that he was also already quite aroused.

Maybe he spent the day anticipating my arrival, she thought. Or maybe he really enjoyed showing me off...

Her thoughts were interrupted by him pulling away from her breasts to undo the top's buttons. Then his hand slid inside to cover her firm mound directly, his flesh against her flesh. Brushing across her swollen nipple his palm covered it, flattening the hard nub beneath its weight. His clenching fingers squeezed and molded her tit with his need.

Her back arched more, offering herself to him. Electricity shot along her nerves. Whimpering needily she scratched at his shoulders through his shirt as her body sank deeper into the couch.

They continued to kiss deeply . . . passionately, while he fondled her breast, his fingers squeezing and molding her flesh voraciously. His hand shifted, his fingers rolling her swollen nipple between them. Then his hand shifted back so he could fondle the mound again.

After several minutes of this he extracted his hand from inside her blouse. The loss of the contact made her mew sadly.

His hand followed her arm up to her wrist. Gripping it he gave it a gentle tug. She immediately released her grip at his shoulder and allowed him to guide her hand down, although she needed no such guidance. With her heart racing she reached for his crotch. There her fingers grabbed at the bulge confined within his pants, trying to wrap themselves around it.

Danielle's loins sizzled. Her glowing embers crackled with increasing heat. Her passions rolled through her, causing her to whimper and mew, making her shift beneath him. One foot fell to the floor to provide better leverage for her to press her crotch up against his hip.

Mr. Grant's hand returned to her breast. As it covered her simmering flesh her back arched again, her body wanting the contact more pronounced.

Danielle's arousal grew with each deep kiss, every heated second of petting. Her body simmered hotter and hotter. With one hand she grabbed at his shoulder. With her other she clawed at his pants. She kissed him deeply, raising her tongue to swirl over his.

Soon the tangle of questions which had plagued her moments earlier simply disappeared. She no longer wondered why Mr. Grant had put her on display for his friends. In fact, she forgot all about those other men in that other room.

All that existed in her fevered mind now was the two of them and this room.

He shifted atop her. His hand slid to her other breast, giving it the same attention as the first.

Mewing louder she turned her arched back to offer this tit to him as well. She wiggled, rubbing her crotch against him. Her hand scratched at his bulge more and more insistently, the sound of her nails scrapping at his pants reaching into the air.

Over the next minutes, as they shared one passionate kiss after another, his hand shifted back and forth between her tits, massaging one then the other. Each time she would turn her body slightly, arching her back to press whichever breast he was fondling into his hand. His body remained weighted atop her with his hip between her legs. She squirmed beneath him, rubbing herself against that hip and causing her skirt to gradually ride up, exposing more and more of her thighs.

Then he broke their kiss and pulled away. Raising up he gazed down upon her.

She lay there panting, her head propped on the armrest. One hand raised, grabbing at his shoulder, the other still clawing at his crotch. From beneath heavy lids her own lustful gaze looked back at him. Her cheeks were flushed and she caught her bottom lip with her teeth. Her too-small blouse, now with all the buttons undone, lay disheveled, its flaps shoved aside. Her flesh shimmered with a light sweat. Within his hand her one breast was being squeezed and molded. The other firm mound quivered with her heavy breaths. Her swollen nipples, darker than the surrounding flesh, topped both glorious mounds proudly. Her skirt had worked its way up to where her panties could just be glimpsed between her spread legs as her hips continued to roll and hump herself against him.

"You're gonna be a naughty little slut tonight, aren't you," he smiled.

"Yes, Sir," she whispered submissively.

"Oh yes, you are. You are gonna be very, very naughty."

The hunger in his eyes and the joy in his voice fanned her embers into flames that flickered excitedly within her loins. Reflexively her hand dug at his crotch even more vigorously, her fingers scratching hungrily.

"Yes, such a naughty little slut."

As if to affirm his words Danielle jerked her other hand down to join the first at his crotch. Mewing, she tore at his belt . . . jerked at the button . . . yanked the zipper down. One hand shot inside, under his clothing. Her delicate fingers encircled his cock, pulling on it eagerly.

The semi-hard member quickly grew firmer.

She whimpered, the sound a mixture of hunger and satisfaction.

"Oh yes. So naughty," he sighed, continuing to fondle her breast and watch her squirm beneath him.

Her flickering fires grew hotter, making her flesh shimmer. Her teeth caught at her lower lip. Her eyelids closed with waves of passion rolling through her.

"You wanna suck my cock, don't you, Sweetie?"

Her eyes opened slightly, her lustful gaze meeting his. Mewing hungrily her fingers tightened as she tugged on his member.

"You like sucking cock, don't you? It makes you hot and wet."

"Yes, Sir," she whispered, her tugging growing more urgent.

"Yea it does. It makes you all hot and wet. Makes you want a stiff cock in that sweet little pussy of yours. And that's only part of what you're gonna get tonight."

Danielle didn't know what he meant.

At that moment she couldn't . . . didn't want to think or try figuring it out. Maybe she would have, except he chose that moment to lower his mouth over the nipple of the breast he was fondling. His lips locked around her swollen bud, his tongue flickered over it.

"Oh," she gasped. Her back arched even higher, feeding herself to him as her free hand clamped onto the back of his head and pressed him to her. "Oh please Baby."

He suckled on her tit, his tongue swirling over the hard nipple while his hand continued to squeeze and mold the mound. After a couple moments he turned his attentions to the other breast, his hand and mouth moving to it as one and giving it the same attentions.

"Oh Baby. Oh yes, please," Danielle panted. Her body squirmed, her crotch rubbing at his thigh. Her fingers jerking at his cock.

After a couple minutes he pulled back to once more rise up and gaze down upon her.

Now her swollen nipples glistened atop her firm breasts.

"You wanna be my naughty little slut tonight?"

"Ye-Yes, Sir," she whispered, something in his tone making her slightly hesitant.

"That's a good girl," he smiled. "I want you to do that. I want you to be a naughty slut."

He leaned down and kissed her, his tongue delving past her lips and into her mouth vigorously. His hand on her tit squeezed hungrily.

"Mmm," she mewed into the kiss.

Then he was pulling back again. As he gazed down upon her this time his fingers tweaked first one nipple, then the other. Danielle squirmed as his actions sent electricity shooting along her nerves.
"I'm gonna watch you be a naughty slut," he whispered. "After you suck me off you're gonna entertain my friends."

Instantly a new series of confused questions flooded her mind.

What did he mean by 'entertain?' Was he not going to reciprocate her act of fellatio like he usual did? If not, why? There had been a couple of times when he'd brought her to a heightened state of arousal only to make her wait before giving her relief. Did he mean to do that tonight? And if so, why make her 'entertain' his friends in the meantime?

And again, what did he mean by 'entertain?'

Her immediate ideas of what he meant created even more confusing thoughts. Thoughts about being with his friends . . . intimately. The idea of that . . . of being with Mr. Stone . . . Mr. Craig . . . Mr. Kole . . .

Her fires roared as hot air blasted across them. Whimpering she bit at her lip. Her hand jerked at his cock with new vigor. Her foot pushed down into the floor to lift her crotch against him harder.

"Yea, that's what I thought," he grinned before leaning down for another kiss.

This time her tongue drove up past his lips. Her hand on the back of his head pulled him to her, mashing their lips together.

Through the next moments' kisses she humped and rubbed herself against his thigh, her skirt riding higher, exposing the dark spot where her juices were soaking into her panties. As her fires grew hotter and hotter her jerking action on his cock grew more eager. Her back arched higher, shoving her tit into the hand that was manipulating the pliant mound.

Breaking their kiss he pulled back. Standing up he guided her up off the couch and to her knees before him. Refusing to release her hold on his cock she hastily helped him drop his pants down around his ankles. Filling his hands with her hair he used that grip to lead her to him as he sat back down on the couch. He then held her hair up out of the way while also pushing her head down to his lap.

Danielle didn't need any guidance though.

She readily crawled forward on her knees while retaining her grip on his rigid member. Kneeling between his legs she rested her other hand on his thigh. Looking up at him through the tops of her eyes she leaned in to swirl her tongue over and around his cockhead a few times. Then she placed her closed lips against the peak, giving it a sweet little kiss before allowing the cockhead to gradually part her lips as she pushed her mouth onto him.

"Oh yes," he sighed.

Keeping her fingers wrapped tightly around the base she worked her mouth onto him. Locking her lips snugly around his shaft she slid them down over the first part. Then she pulled back until her lips caught on the bottom ledge of his cockhead. She pushed down again, taking a little more of him before pulling back once more. She did this again and again, all while her soft eyes looked up into his. Soon this led to her lips being pressed against her fingers and part of his shaft stuffing her throat. Closing her eyes she held herself like this for a moment, her throat muscles clenching.

"Oh God yes. That's a good little slut," he moaned.

Pulling back she stopped with only his cockhead in her mouth's moist embrace. She held it there for a moment, suckling and rolling her tongue over the tip.

"Oh yes."

She slid her lips back down his shaft. This time when the head bumped the entrance to her throat she pulled back. And when her lips reached the bottom of his cockhead she pushed forward again without pause. Keeping her lips locked securely around his shaft she pumped them back and forth several times; taking inches of him into her mouth with each forward dive. All the while her fingers stayed locked tightly around the base, tugging and squeezing. The sensation of his rigid cock sliding along her lips stoked her fires more and more, making them burn within her loins. Her body sizzled with their heat and she mewed around his shaft.

"That's it, Baby. You're such a good slut. Such a good slut." He groaned above her, his hands tensing in her hair. "And tonight you're gonna be so damn naughty."

Mewing hungrily she pulled at his cock . . . pumped her lips along his taunt pole. She slid her lips up and down . . . back and forth on him . . . on his shaft. Her tongue swirled over his flesh.

"Yes you are. You're gonna be a naughty little slut for us."

His words reminded her of her thoughts from just moments earlier . . . thoughts about his friends and the things they might be planning to do with her . . . to her . . .

Her fires roared inside her, their dancing flames searing her loins with desire and making her body ache. That ache filled her breasts and she leaned forward to press them against the couch, the action of her pumping mouth making her swollen nipples rub against the cushion.

"Oh yes, Sweetie. You're gonna love having their cocks in you."

His words continued to stir her desire as they filled her mind with thoughts and images she doubted she'd have ever conjured on her own. Thoughts of the men taking turns with her body. Images of their rigid cocks surrounding her as she jerked and sucked on them all at once.

Her dancing fires made her suck harder on his cock . . . made her hand tug at it with heightened urgency. She leaned firmly into the couch, mashing her breasts against it.

But why? Why was Mr. Grant doing it? Why would he want her to?

These questions conflicted with the emotions driving her actions. That conflict caused her to hesitate in those actions, her lips skidding along his cock as her pumping mouth faltered.

That was when Mr. Grant took control.

Until now his tense grasp in her hair had only been enough to keep the tresses up out of the way, helping her avoid them while allowing him to watch her fuck his cock with her mouth. But as her actions faltered his grip tightened and he began pushing and pulling her mouth along his shaft. He shoved her head down, smashing her lips against the fingers wrapped around the base. Pulling her back up when her lips touched his cockhead he immediately shoved her back down. Again and again he did this, using her mouth to fuck his cock.

"Mmm!" She whimpered.

"Yes. You dirty little slut," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Oh god yes, you naughty little girl."

Kneeling there, her mouth being used for his pleasure, she struggled with the thoughts and questions filling her mind . . . ones she had no answers for.

Wasn't it wrong for him to let his friends be with her? To want them to be?

They were so good looking . . . especially Mr. Kole.

Why did she like the idea? Why did it arouse her?

What exactly would she be expected to do . . . to allow?

Would she even have any say in their actions . . . in their treatment of her?

Shouldn't she do something to stop it? Could she stop it?

Would they have her one at a time . . . or would she be with all three at once?

What would it be like to have two cocks at once? Three?

How big were they? Could she even handle them . . . in certain places?

"You're gonna enjoy it. Being their little slut. Letting them put their cocks in you. Fucking you."

His words only served to enhance her questions rather than answering them.

Seconds later she realized she needed to push those questions aside for the moment. Within her grasp his cock was growing more rigid. Before her his hips began jerking upon the couch, his body trying to fuck her mouth in unison with his shoving and pulling of it along his shaft. Danielle recognized the signs of his approaching climax. Turning her attention to him and his she tried to concentrate.

But his building excitement caused him to utter more words and phrases . . . ones that did kind of answer her question. And definitely made it difficult for her to concentrate.

"They're gonna use you. Fuck you. Use you, one after another. Cock after cock fucking you."

Images filled her mind. Mental imaginings of these things. Things the men would be doing with her . . . the things they would be doing TO her. Within her loins her fires raged as she thought about having a succession of cocks filling her sex.

"Oh yes, you little slut. You're gonna have one cock in that sweet little pussy of yours and another in your filthy mouth."

Danielle's entire body trembled as she imagined these things . . . those men . . . their cocks.

Mr. Grant continued to fuck her mouth both through his powerful hold in her hair and his jerking hips before her.

"Yes, they are. They're gonna fuck you like a dirty slut. A naughty girl. Make you. Make you their whore. Oh yes. Dirty girl." Mixed with guttural grunts, his phrases were growing disjointed as his climax neared.

The electricity shooting along her nerves made her cram her tits hard against the couch, the cushion roughly rubbing her swollen, sensitive nipples.

"Oh yes they are. You are. You're gonna be a good little slut. A naughty girl. For them. Your pussy being used. Your mouth. Oh fuck yes."

Mewing hungrily, sucking and jerking on him eagerly, she let him use her mouth. His vigorous momentum rocked her body against the couch, smashing her tits even harder into it and rubbing at her nipples more.

"God yes. Suck it, Sweetie. Suck my fucking cock."

His entire body tensed up, muscles clenching with his hips lurching spastically upward. His hands in her hair locked down to hold her head firmly in place with a couple inches of his cock in her mouth.

Danielle yanked on him feverishly.

"Oh god yes," he moaned.

Within her mouth his cock twitched . . . jumped. The first shot of his semen sprayed her throat. She readily swallowed it. And the next. And the next. She knelt there with her tits smashed against the couch, her schoolgirl uniform in disarray, his cock unleashing his seed in her mouth.

"Oh fuck yes," he sighed when he finished, his body starting to relax.

She didn't pull away. Instead she kept him in her mouth, suckling and rolling her tongue over him, her hand milking his last from him.

Before her, his body responded to her actions; his muscles flexing . . . trembling.

As his cock began to soften Danielle pulled her mouth off him. Retaining her hold on it she licked it a couple times before resting her head on his thigh.

"Ok, Sweetie. Time to get cleaned up for our friends," he whispered from above.

To Be Continued...

uniform;   danielle   schoolgirl  

Apr 12, 2018 in blowjob

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