School for Whores

Chapter 6
Teaching

I soon found that teaching here at Hycombe College, was very different from anything I had encountered, or even heard of before. The girls came into class like a bunch of young models, all glammed up as if they were going to some important social function. They all carried handbags as well as a bag with school books. The whole concept was that they should dress and act as though they were in the shop window for a part in a production.

This policy in no way detracted from school discipline, although in fairness indiscipline was fairly rare, and punishment was even rarer indeed. The girls seemed very highly motivated, and were expected and encouraged to behave like young ladies. That was not to say, that there were not some high spirits in the games sessions, and one game of netball I happened to see was more akin to a rugby match. For instance on the second day I asked one of the girls “Why do you always carry a handbag.” I got the reply with a giggle from a very precocious girl “To put my condoms in Tony dear.”

They girls ranged in age from fourteen to eighteen, some having come to the college at a later age. But, whatever their age, I soon began to appreciate that they were all sexually very aware. Their comments at times, left me blushing, and it was not unusual for me to get one or two very open invitations for a closer relationship. The staff too was quite broadminded, and I was left under no illusion by Stella and the others that the unofficial rule was that anything goes, but do not get found out, or talk about it.

First of all everyone called me Tony, and I was expected to call them by their Christian name, or nickname and the classes were very much smaller than I would have expected. In some groups, I had no more than ten students. The largest group that I had, only had fifteen students. Some had parents who were well known artistes on TV, or on the London stage, and made very high profile guest appearances at the college, to visit their daughters. Some students played on their parents’ fame, and could be a big pain in the ass at times, others, were just naturally nice and realised how privileged they were.

Many of the girls were keen to make contact with visiting professional artists whether they were working or resting , and so many of the visitors to the college frequently found themselves surrounded by admirers especially so, the males visiting their daughters.

Each day, at the start of the first session each girl was critically examined for grooming by the teacher, for make up, hair and deportment. If they failed to pass muster, they were sent back to their room to make good the deficiencies. The girls were a real mixture; some girls lived in a kind of fantasy land, with visions of Hollywood and perhaps having leading parts in West End musicals. Some had their sights set on a career nearer home, and some were quite realistic inasmuch they realised they had little talent, but perhaps quite a bit to offer in the way of glamour.

For instance Candy a bright lively and lovely looking West indian girl of fifteen was quite open. She said quite openly in class one day with a little laugh. “I’ve got no fucking talent, I can’t sing, I can’t dance I am a fucking lousy actress but I can fuck real good. My only hope is fuck my way into some old rich geezers bed marry him, fuck him to death and then live on his money.”

The girls accepted this, as apparently as Candy made no bones about her lack of talent and accepted that at the college she would learn all about sex. How to look after herself, and learn all about make-up, dress and deportment.

My first encounter with drama classes was a bit nerve wracking. I could appreciate the problems when rehearsing scenes when there were no men available especially for some of the love scenes. My first experience was two days after my start, when I was sent to make up and wardrobe and put into a period costume. I was asked to read a scene in a romantic sketch and play the part in turn with a variety of students. At one point the girls had to take part in a love scene with me. This was done with considerable enthusiasm. I was kissed and embraced about 30 times by ten girls. There was also some crafty groping away from the cameras and the teachers sight. Which I quite enjoyed after I got used to it.

The next day I was asked to take part in a bedroom scene. The scene involved me being in bed and making love to my partner. It was all done under the bedclothes and I was wearing some very tight protective clothing supplied by wardrobe. The effect of having a large number of girls dressed in night dresses enthusiastically making love in a bed and doing their best to grope me was an encounter of the third kind.

After each scene I was required to have the lipstick left behind by my partners removed. Additionally I was propositioned a few times during the course of the exercises. There were in addition some more straightforward parts that called for a kiss and a hug on stage, and I had to learn parts for several different parts in these plays.

The first weekend I spent with Christine and Tammy. We had a fantastic weekend and we all went shopping in the West End followed by a show and a late dinner. It was just like old times, and my affection for both Christine and Tammy was well to the fore. Tammy had been bubbling with excitement all afternoon and the subject of my sleeping with her was brought up over dinner.

Christine broached the subject over dinner when she started by saying. “Tony dear as you know Tammy has been promised another night with you. You are the only person so far which meets her expectations and if you agree, I shall miss you tonight my dear, but tomorrow will be our night together. Will you please look after Tammy for me?

Tammy bounced round the table and kissed her mother then she sat on my lap, wrapped her arms round my neck and kissed me. “Please Tony you are a darling.” I hugged her and smiled, “Of course Tammy dear.”

We went to bed early that night and Christine was quite emotional as she kissed me goodnight.
“It is a big thing for a mother to trust her daughter to any man. Please be gentle with her.” She said. It was no hardship for me as I had always fancied Tammy, but I was nervous because I cared about her and I was determined that I would do my best to make it easy for her.

I loved Tammy almost as much as I loved her mother. Tammy was beautiful, not only physically but she had a lovely personality that matched her beautiful body. She had small firm breasts, with small petite nipples. Her breasts bounced invitingly as she moved towards me. She was not shy; as she reached me she stretched her arms out and hugged me close. She kissed me passionately. Then stepping back she steeped out of her skirt and quickly removed her blouse so we stood together completely naked.

She knelt down in front of me, and took my cock in her mouth, grabbing it with one hand she looked up with a cheeky grin on her face and a lovely smile, as once again she popped it back in her mouth. She showed an expertise that was quite extraordinary, which surprised me in such a young girl and she soon had me moaning and begging her to stop.

Eventually she stopped before I came, and she got up and stretched out on the bed. She did not speak but just reached up with her arms, giving me an open invitation to enter her. We kissed passionately yet lovingly and then I moved down the bed searching for her clitoris with my tongue. She moaned and her hips moved in response to the delicious agony that I was giving her.

Her moans got louder as I took one of her tiny nipples into my mouth and sucked on it. Then I returned and started to work on her clit. Her body went rigid as a long deep moan emerged from her throat. She grabbed my hair with her hands and forced my face in to her vagina wanting me to continue with the delicious agony she was experiencing.

Her hips were bouncing frantically on the bed, her body twisting. Her head was twisting backwards and forwards on the pillow, her beautiful blonde hair lashing backwards and forwards as he head moved in delicious agony.

She was screaming. “Please Tony put it in me.” That was all the invitation I needed. as I quickly got between her legs, her hand came down and grasped my cock and gently inserted it into her pussy. I pushed in gently and firmly and we started moving in a steady but increasing dance of passion. Her arms were tight round my neck and her lips frantically sought mine as the moans came from between her clamped lips.

Gradually the tempo increased, as we concentrated more on giving maximum pleasure to each other. Suddenly her body started having little spasms, and I could feel my climax building with in me. Our movements became more frantic. Her vagina muscles were dancing a tune on my cock and making any hope of self control impossible. Suddenly it was all over. Our bodies clamped together in ecstasy as we gradually slowed our immediate passion satisfied for the present. But I suspected Tammy wanted more from me and it was going to be a busy night for both of us

One of the girls I got particularly friendly with during my first few weeks was Cindy whose mother was the Hon Fay Stammers. Cindy was 13, and her mother was a well known West End actress. Quite quickly we were on first name terms and I was soon calling her Fay. As she was now divorced, she did not use her title of lady, which she would have been entitled to, as her husband had previously been knighted.

She was still involved in doing a few commercials, but having just divorced her second husband, and received a large divorce settlement, she was resting. She was apparently rather fussy about parts she would, or would not play. She was well known for her glamour and her fashion sense and had more than once been seen with female members of the Royal Family at social occasions. At 35 she was the same age as some of the lesser royals.

She was quite vivacious and quite broad, even outrageous in her comments. A couple of times I even thought she was ‘coming on to me’ but then I put it down to imagination. She visited the college regularly every week or two and would spend some time with me, talking about her daughter and other things. After one weekend said when she left. “You must come and spend a weekend with us darling, and you can bring Cindy up to town with you. When you do”.

I took a bit of a ribbing from some of the staff, who implied she only came to see me not her daughter and once or twice I even began to wonder myself, but I brushed the suspicion aside. Even Stella took to giving me a slight warning, about not letting myself get hooked by some has- been actress. A comment which I thought was a bit cruel because I liked Fay...

On the fifth weekend at the college she actually put her cheek up for me to kiss when we parted, and I must admit that I had a sneaking regard for this woman. I thought she was very sexy and had a lovely personality; despite the haughty act she put on in public, I thought she was a real down to earth personality beneath the facade.

On one Saturday I decided to accept her invitation. Christine was away on business and I was at a loose end. Having delivered Cindy to her mother, Fay insisted that I stay with them and we would all go to the theatre and a restaurant for a meal. Fay loved the limelight, and being seen with me got the press wondering who in the hell I was. Being with a nobody like me was in itself good publicity apparently. I felt really honoured to be seen with her, and her beautiful daughter, so I enjoyed the limelight as well.

Fay was undoubtedly a beautiful lady with that lovely auburn shade of hair that I so loved and she had made some good movies in the past. She had dropped out of the limelight for a couple of years through illness following her divorce and the need to take things a little easier. We had, since I had met her got on well together and had enjoyed a sort of carefree camaraderie that made me enjoy my time with her. I had however, made no form of sexual advance, presuming that she was out of my league and also with a certain loyalty to my relationship with Christine. That evening just before we left for the theatre, Cindy’s father had telephoned and insisted that Cindy spend the night with him. He arranged to pick her up after the theatre.

We had a lovely evening and Fay was her usual down to earth personality and was really good company. I was a little worried at spending the night alone with her in her apartment, in case she got any adverse publicity. After telling her my concerns, she made a public goodnight to me, she slipped me a key to her back entrance and I went ahead to her apartment in a taxi to sneak in the back way. The taxi driver was very good and ensured that I was not followed.

She got home about an hour after me, and I was already showered and ready for bed. I had waited up in my dressing gown for her to say goodnight, but as she breezed through the door she surprised me.

"Tonight it’s just you and I and I want your body tonight Tony darling please
She did not give me a chance to respond. I looked at her, in her smart off the shoulder evening dress, and I knew I was not averse to having an intimate night with her if that was what she wanted. Although I had my suspicions for some reason, she could be a bit kinky. I did not reply, but just held out my arms to her. I took her small petite frame and hugged her tightly to me and gave her a long passionate kiss. Not bad, I think to myself. Who would have thought that someone so well known, and in the public eye should turn out to be so assertive”?

She insisted we move straight to her bedroom, and I was already undoing my pyjama jacket buttons as we walked, throwing the jacket in the corner. She started caressing my nipples, kissing them, leaving a faint smudge of lipstick behind her.

She moved round behind me resting her head on my shoulders. - still not resisting I felt those perfect breasts pushing into my back. Through her thin evening dress Her hands slid from my side to my stomach, undoing the sash on my pyjama trousers, letting them slide to the floor, she gently embraced my cock and scrotum, and started massaging and stroking me. She moved round in front of me and reaching up she pulls my head down for a long passionate kiss. Her tongue exploring and twisting in my mouth. Then very gently she pushed me back on the bed. She sat down on the bed beside me, bending over me, her long hair flopping over her face on to my body tickling me. Her hands were still gently stroking my cock and her kisses were slowly going all over my torso.

She grabbed each of my hands in hers as she moved up to kiss my nose and eyes. And then I realised that she had quite expertly handcuffed me to the bed head. I did not resist and she quickly followed doing the same to my feet. Now I was stretched out at her mercy, happily resigned to await whatever followed.

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