New Story Title: Blackmail Sluts
Summary: Two female teachers are turned into subs by nerd ex-student.
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Blackmail Sluts: Airline Debauchery
When Laura said she was planning my hen, a shiver went up my spine, since the last one she’d planned for one of our friends was pretty wild… I’d stroked a stripper’s cock and almost sucked him off in front of my friends… I likely would have finished the job if there’d been a few more people there that I didn’t know very well… gin always dissolves my inhibitions, and once I get in the mood, hearing strangers saying, “I can’t believe she’d do that!” always turns me on big time. Especially if they’re touching themselves while they’re saying that!
Of course, it made sense that Laura would be planning my hen since she was my maid of honour and all… if I’d wanted a safe hen, I would have picked a different set of bridesmaids. All four of my best friends, who also happen to be my teaching colleagues in our secondary school’s physical education programme, can be quite wild when they get the opportunity.
Laura got married at a young age to her childhood sweetheart. She is the most innocent looking of us, with brown eyes, pixie-short hair and the body of an athletic girl next door. Except that her tits are fucking massive 36DD’s that our male students drool over all day, especially when she’s leading calisthenics. That said, she is the one usually in charge of our group. Although no one would believe it to look at her, she is the kinky one who had a couple of lesbian adventures in her younger days, and loves anal sex. She also sells lingerie as a side business and invariably wears thigh high stockings whenever she is out and about.
In the right company, Laura is also incredibly open about her sex life, including the fact that her favourite position is riding her husband’s seven inch dick, because she likes to be in control. She also feels that oral sex is great and goes down on him almost every day. She jokes, “A blow job a day keeps the hubby at bay.”
Lastly, she has a wide selection of toys including vibes, dildos, anal beads, and even handcuffs. She tried convincing me to get a pair, but I pointed out that my fiance George is a bobby, so we always have a pair handy, even if they aren’t lined with fur.
She suggested I use them on him, but truthfully I’d rather have him use them on me. On a few occasions so far he’s really put me through my paces and I loved it, although I’ve never mentioned that to Laura. Yet.
If I’d wanted a tamer hen, I guess I could have chosen Hayley, as she is the most conservative woman in our group. She comes from money and although she is very outgoing socially, she is also the most prim and proper when it comes to even talking about sex. She has brown eyes and blonde hair and looks a lot like Holly Willoughby. She has only been with one guy ever, and she married him right after college, so compared to the rest of us she is a lot more reserved sexually… likely because she comes from a rather old-fashioned family. She is almost always the first one to go home when we have a girls’ night out.
Sarah is the enigma of the group. She has a little boy, acts like a mother 98 percent of the time, but when we go out and she has a few drinks she turns into a different woman. She flirts. She playfully grabs my ass but leaves her hand there a bit too long for it to be just for giggles. She has kissed a few girls… although oddly, not me. She is petite, with tiny tits (she complains they didn’t even get big when she was pregnant). It’s hard to believe, but she cheated on her fiance with another guy, then ended up marrying the new guy. I imagine she would be submissive in the bedroom, as she is pretty submissive as a friend… always doing what Laura tells her and always trying to please everyone.
Then there’s Vickie. We went to university together and shared the same dorm room. She’s the blonde bombshell of the group, and the last remaining single. She has blue eyes, small perky tits, and is the most ambitious of us… she’ll likely become a school principal in the near future.
In college Vickie was a major cock tease, but on the rare occasions when she actually let someone into our room she turned from reserved and well-spoken to a foul-mouthed slut. Her language and screams were usually heard throughout the entire floor.
The last of our famous five is me.
I’m right in the middle between the wildest and the most reserved. I work my ass off to stay in shape… CrossFit being part of my DNA. I have green eyes, 34D tits, brown-blonde hair, long toned legs, and a great arse… although I wish I had a bit more of it. I also have a wicked sense of humour, and Sarcasm is my best friend.
Anyway, Laura was being very close-mouthed about the hen on Thursday afternoon when she picked me up from work at our school in the Earl’s Court district of London… although we work in the same department, she only works mornings. I asked, “So what are you planning for my hen?”
“Something life changing,” she smiled as she pulled away from the curb.
“That’s both exciting and ominous,” I pointed out. “But it doesn’t actually tell me anything.”
“You’ll be a changed woman once the weekend is through,” she added, parsing out a single titbit of information as she entered the A4.
“Did you say weekend?” I asked; the hen was usually just one night.
“Actually it’s an extended weekend,” she corrected.
“George won’t like that,” I countered, knowing he was nervous about how wild we get when all five of us go out together.
“George approved the entire trip,” she said, still giving me more questions than answers.
“Trip?” I asked.
“You’re the last single girl, so we need to make this epic,” she explained.
“Uh, Vickie is still single,” I pointed out.
“She’s already married,” Laura replied, which was nonsensical until she added, “to her job.”
I roared, “I guess that’s true.” Laura taught for fun… she didn’t need the money and was quite happy working half time and spending the rest doing things at home.
Vickie, on the other hand, shouldn’t have to pay rent for her flat since she seemed to live at school… even more so lately, as she was working on her masters and preparing for an interview for a job as principal of another nearby secondary school in a couple of weeks.
As we drove past the turn for my house, or also for the pub we usually went to, I asked, “Where are we going?”
“The hen starts right now,” she declared, handing me a flask.
“We have work tomorrow,” I pointed out.
“No, we don’t,” she corrected. “I’ve already booked the day off for both of us. We’re not even going to be in the country.”
“I don’t have any sub plans made,” I pointed out.
“Done.”
“I haven’t packed,” I continued, shocked by the advanced stage of her plan.
“Done.”
“I need to tell George.”
“Done.”
“I need my passport.”
“Done.”
“Where are we going?”
“Yep.”
“What?”
“Sure,” she answered unhelpfully.