Mr. Thompson's apartment building was sad and depressing, there was no way to sugarcoat it. From the tenants she saw from afar as she walked in the hallways, Alice didn't have a hard time understanding what he was doing in such a lamentably stale building.
Only men in their mid-life crises inhabited this big complex. Guys who had lost their jobs and who needed to find a cheap accommodation while waiting for some company to give them a badly paid part-time gig. Underachievers who had stopped trying a long time ago. Divorced dads who had been thrown out of their homes, who could only see their kids on weekends, but who didn't even bother to. Mr. Thompson, the old teacher Alice had been infatuated with for the past month, fitted right in.
His place was a two-room apartment with little natural light. There were no decorations on the grey walls, and his furniture seemed worn out. He probably ended up in this dump after his recent divorce. It was a place for men like him, who were unbearable to their wives, bitter about their jobs, unconcerned about their children's education. Lousy fathers and loafers, who gathered at places like Aphrodite to divert their minds from how sour their life had turned out.
Seeing him in his natural habitat, the 19-year-old girl understood why he had told her they weren't alone in this world anymore, the first night he paid for a private dance with her. How sorry she was not to have been here for him sooner. How angry at herself she felt for not being at her Daddy's side when troubles had started to pile up, when he was stressed from yet another day teaching uneducated highschoolers, or when his daughter Stacey disrespected him.
Alice should have been here to help him relieve his stress, to let him use her youthful body to unwind. She had really let him down, overlooking him and playing hard to get for so long. Yet, her former teacher had still invited her in his home tonight. Her Daddy truly was a benevolent and generous man...
"I don't know where I'll fuck you first, whore," Mr. Thompson pondered. "On the bed? On the couch? Maybe in the shower? My dirty carpet is probably more fitting of your station. Now, strip naked for me."
The 55-year-old professor sat on a brown couch who had seen better days and looked back at her. Unconcerned by his demeaning words, Alice obeyed his orders and started remove her top, but he made a small hand gesture to stop her in her tracks.
"Easy, girl, easy... I know you're more used to being naked and on your knees than standing up fully clothed, but leave a bit of mystery for Christ's sake. Give me a show."
"You... You want me to do a strip tease for you, in here?" the young blonde asked, surprised.
"Yes, why the hell not? Or is that something you're not comfortable with, undressing to make an older man's cock hard?" he mocked.
It felt weird being asked something like that in the middle of a random living room, without any tune to dance and disrobe to, but Alice had a pretty good idea why Mr. Thompson demanded that of her. Even though she had lost her job today, the professor wanted to remind her of the degrading line of work she had ended up in after high school. It was his way to emphasize the fact that, whether or not she worked at Aphrodite, she was still a college dropout and a lowly sex worker.
Now that she had proven his poor opinion of her right, she would never hear the end of it, huh? The 19-year-old girl would forever be reduced to the role of a stripper...
But Alice didn't have a problem performing for her evil teacher, nor to prove him yet again how unworthy of his respect she was. She slowly started to dance while kneading on her short skirt and crop-top, making her movements as sultry and seductive as possible. If she had to put on a show for her Daddy, she had every intention of making him as hard and horny as possible...
"You're right, Mr. Thompson," Alice replied, provocatively. "The sexy little schoolgirl you used to scold for her bad behavior ended up undressing for the pleasure of losers and ageing men every single night of the week. They saw me crawl on the scene and threw dollar bills at me to see me naked, and I obliged them. What you wanted to see for years when I was in your class, any guy at this club got to witness for chump change. It was just that easy. I was just that easy!"
Her self-humiliation made Mr. Thompson smirk. Alice knew he adored her beautiful body, but what excited him the most was pulling her from the pedestal she once stood on. And, even though she shouldn't, the young blonde had come to understand she too enjoyed insults and disgrace. Being put under someone's boot was a turn on for her, especially by an unsightly man like him...
"You truly are a cheap whore, Miss Thornwood," he scorned her. "Most night workers try to haggle on the cost of their performance, they at least pretend there's still some value left in them. But I never needed to bargain with you. Deep down, you knew you were meant to be a low-price hooker."
"I was, sir," the pretty blonde replied, revealing her breasts and fondling them obscenely. "I never felt more at home than on that stage, or while servicing you in that shady backroom. It was my true calling."
"I would've loved to tell you to pursue that line of business at Career Day!" he joked cruelly. "But I doubt Principal Collins or my colleagues would've approved. Glad you came to the same conclusion on your own."
Alice imagined how it would have felt at the time, hearing the teacher she hated the most tell her the best future she could hope for was to start stripping at a lousy gentleman's club. She would have probably told on him to Principal Collins and to her mother, and Mr. Thompson would have been fired for misbehaving with one of his students. Yeah, the pure and innocent Alice from high school would have been shocked and enraged beyond measure!
Yet, this same statement only made her feel horny today. She had changed a lot. Mr. Thompson had made her change a lot... And definitely for the better! She had discovered so many wonderful things about sex under his erudite tutelage, she needed to thank him properly for it!
Alice slowly and sensually made her dress fall to her feet, revealing her completely naked figure to the 55-year-old man.
"I'm glad I found my calling as a pole dancer too," she said, in a low and almost shy voice. "I'm sorry it's taken me so long to realize it's where I belong. Your colleagues didn't understand me like you do, Daddy. You saw right through me. Even back then, I was a bad girl. I've been a bad girl from the start. A very, very bad one..."
"Fuck me dead..." Mr. Thompson replied, dazzled by her beauty. "You are a bad girl, Miss Thornwood. You really are... And I love that about you."
Oh, was that praise? The old man was usually so stingy about compliments, that encouraged Alice to push it further...
"On top of being bad, I'm dirt cheap," she added, feeling all warm inside. "As you've seen the past few weeks, I'm more than willing to provide dirty services for free, even to a man who has a daughter my age. The fact I'm such a promiscuous girl got me fired from Fowland's trashiest strip-club. Can you believe it?"
"Oh, I can, Miss Thornwood. Being a nympho may be an advantage in your profession, but being too stupid to get paid for it is another thing! Had I known you were ready to suck me off for free, I wouldn't have bothered paying you."
"I know I'm a dumb girl bad with money," she replied cheekily, "but you like where it's gotten me, right sir? Now that I'm unemployed, you're the only person who gets to enjoy my show. Aren't you thrilled to get Aphrodite's youngest and hottest stripper only to yourself?"
"Oh, is that what you are now, Miss Thornwood? My personal little stripper?" the balding fat man asked, teasingly.
"That and muuuch more, Daddy..." the 19-year-old girl replied, with a lustful smile. "Many customers paid to see me naked, but none have gotten to use my body. Only you, sir. And now that you're my last patron, you won't ever need to share me again. I'm aaaa~~~ll yours..."
Despite how willingly Alice was giving herself to him, Mr. Thompson seemed dissatisfied with something. Whatever she did, it never was enough for him.
"Something bugs me," he grunted. "Did you say I was your customer? Your patron? I thought were past that point, you and I..."
Oh, that's what he meant. Alice didn't have any problem reassuring him, then. She caressed her nude body while shaking her curvy bottom while looking deep in the eyes.
"Forgive me, you're right," she replied, humbly. "You're not my client, you're my master. If they knew, all the guys at Aphrodite would be jealous that you not only got to bed the club's hottest stripper, you also managed to enslave her. Yet, that's what you did, Daddy. I'm nothing more than a pet to you, a little doll or a toy for you to play with..."
"Very good," he nodded. "Then, since we're on the same page, how about we change your collar to something more fitting?"
The middle-aged teacher took out a collar from a table drawer and threw it on the floor in front of her. It was different from the one at from the hotel or the one he had made her wear in the car. The first one was made of fancy black leather, making it naughty, but also classy. The second one had a humiliating statement written on it, which had been very embarrassing to wear, but at least it was part of a kinky sex game.
This one, though... Was just a plain insult.
It wasn't a costly choker coming from a sex shop, but a $5 plastic collar one could buy in any pet store. The kind of cheap object people buy for their pet dog before taking them on a walk.
Alice knew perfectly what Mr. Thompson intended to say by giving her something so common and mediocre. That, even while accepting her place as his inferior, as his slave, he would still treat her with contempt. Furthermore, this time around, it was going to be her only piece of clothing... It was one of the most humiliating moments of her life!
Which is precisely why Alice fell on her knees without so much as a word of backtalk and seized the lousy piece of metal and plastic eagerly. She removed her previous collar and put the new one around her neck and adjusted it so that it would hold on to her tight. She remembered doing the exact same gesture with the collar of one of her middle-school friend's pet dog Mr. Ruffles when they took him to the park. And she was now doing the same on herself...
Mr. Thompson had finally succeeded. Being completely nude and on all fours, wearing nothing but a animal store's collar around her neck, his former student did look like an actual human pet.
"Do you think it... fits me, master?" the beautiful blonde asked, embarrassed by this horrendous situation.
"Fits you? Oh, it becomes you, Miss Thornwood!" the middle-aged teacher grinned, while checking if the iron circle on the collar would be sturdy enough to hold a leash. "I was thinking of getting myself a pet after my divorce to not feel too lonely. You might be an ill-bred stray bitch, but I suppose you'll do..."
Alice smiled at his nasty comment, glad to have passed this new test. Truthfully, she enjoyed those naughty gifts, and she found it exceptionally sexy to try them on in front of her Daddy. He was so generous, buying her a third collar in a row! But, now that she thought about the night at the hotel, something felt off about the old man's housing situation.
"I have a question sir, if I may," she said, hesitantly. "During the past month, you've paid extras for private dances with me, which mustn't have been cheap, and you invited me to a high-end restaurant and a hotel suite. I don't deserve this much money wasted on me, a single cent was enough to make me your possession. But... I must ask, how did you afford to spend all that cash?"
"That's a good question Miss Thornwood, seems like you're using your brain for once. Don't get used to it, it might hurt that pretty head of yours. I can tell you, but, since it's story time, could you be a dear and lick my cock and balls while I recount?"
Being asked so politely, how could she refuse? The 19-year-old girl immediately fell to her knees.
Seeing him slumped on this damaged sofa, wearing old-fashioned clothes and smelling of sweat after their fun in the car, Mr. Thompson truly looked like the most unattractive man she had ever encountered. Their age gap didn't seem to be only 36 years, it felt like much more. The guy was ancient, tired of life and bitter of everything. Many traits Alice had once found repulsive, but that now made her glad to have given herself to him.
She was a deviant, a submissive, she had accepted it, and she relished being somebody's whore. But not that of a successful or good-looking man. What she truly deserved was someone as pathetic and evil as Mr. Thompson, a man without a single redeeming quality. That was the best match for a screw-up like her.
He took his penis out, and Alice opened her mouth obediently. He patted her head patronizingly, as if he was petting a dumb but friendly animal. While he took a leash out from under a pillow and clipped it to her collar, the young blonde wondered if it was the way her professor actually saw her? Considering how often he questioned her intellect, it was plausible. And she accepted it. She accepted to be treated as nothing more than an old man's sex pet...
Strangely excited by this nasty idea, Alice started licking Mr. Thompson's glans longingly, slowly undoing his foreskin to stimulate the tip of his cock. Knowing what a perfectionist her professor was, she was thorough and scrupulous in her endeavor, but he would have none of it.
"You've already done that in the car, you dullard!" he snapped at her. "Start with my testicles, feel how heavy they are for you!"
The ageing teacher unceremoniously pushed the blonde teen's head to his hairy balls and started to jerk off as the poor girl licked them. Alice was surprised to realize he was right, they still seemed incredibly full, teeming with foul semen.
How was it possible after he had unloaded in her mouth less than half an hour ago? Was his libido that insane, or was it... Because of her? Because of how excited he was to see his former high school student so devoted and obedient? She hoped it was the case. It made her make out with his nut-sack even more lovingly...
"They're so heavy, Daddy..." she moaned, feeling her clit send warm waves throughout her body. "Thank you so much for saving up for me..."
"Yes, yes, you're in love with an old man's cock, I get it. Now, shut the fuck up," he replied, disparagingly. "Regarding what you said, things have changed a lot in my life recently. Six months ago, my wife left me. It was a long time coming. Good riddance, I thought, but she kicked me out of my house and I ended up in this dump. My daughter Stacey sided with her mother and decided to stay with her. She told me I've always been a mean and absent father. Can you believe that, Miss Thornwood?"
Outraged by such a false and disgraceful accusation, Alice took the 55-year-old man's balls out from her mouth and started licking his glans with the dirtiest do-me eyes she could to show how much she disagreed to his daughter's statement.
It was the first time her teacher was so upfront about his family situation, she had to make him feel heard, understood and comforted. And, considering how little her opinion meant to him, she knew depravity was the only way for her to show her moral support...
"I don't believe a word of it!" She replied, while drooling all over him. "You're the best Daddy in the world, Mr. Thompson! I can vouch for that! Stacey didn't deserve you, and neither do I."
The middle-aged teacher nodded, fully agreeing with the young blonde pleasuring him. Of course he was a great dad! What little girl wouldn't dream of having a father figure like him in her life? Alice certainly didn't complain about it.
"Right, right. Yet, those ungrateful wenches left me in this junkyard of a place. They probably would've never contacted me again if something hadn't happened afterward. You see, only three days after my ex-wife and I signed our divorce papers and she successfully stripped me of most of my life savings, a distant relative of mine passed. Since he had no direct successor, I was next in line. And, believe me, that guy didn't make the stupid mistake I did, becoming a state worker dedicating his life to ungrateful teenagers like yourself for a shit salary! No, that fucker was loaded!"
He grinned triumphantly, and started to pull on Alice's leash to guide her head on his shaft.
"When I received his inheritance, my ex-wife tried everything she could to get me back, and my gold-digger of a daughter started calling to have some "quality time" with her dear old dad. How stupid do they think I am? No, I got rid of both of them at the exact right time. I don't owe them a thing anymore. I broke my back for years to pay their bills, and they never showed any sign of appreciation. Now that I don't have to deal with those dead-weights, my true life can start. I'm waiting to move in that big mansion I'm having built and will soon leave this shitty apartment behind. Fuck, how good it feels to finally be rewarded for your worth!"
Alice would have made a comment if she could. She knew Mr. Thompson was a bad person, and that he didn't deserve any of this, but she would have congratulated him anyway.
Yet, in his excitement, the 55-year-old professor seized her chin and started to move his waist to penetrate her mouth in slow but steady movements, making her unable to speak. He seemed so elated that Alice decided not to spoil his fun and to let him keep on using her like a toy, looking up at him with enamored eyes. Words weren't necessary, she could show her appreciation better as a cocksleeve. After all, the gross old man told her several times he much preferred her with a cock in her mouth...
"Yeah, I'm really on top of the world, right now!" he said. "And it's about that time I reunited with you, little slut! You can't believe how thrilled I was when I saw you undress on the stage of that second-rate strip-club. I mean, it was a sign of destiny! I had just become rich, leaving my former teaching job behind, and there you were! Alice Thornwood, the hottest and brattiest student I ever had, spreading her asscheeks in front of me as if you were begging me to rail you! I knew then and there that I had take you, to tame you, and to make you mine."
And Alice was so glad he did! How dull and empty her life was before Mr. Thompson took her under his protective wing. If he hadn't, Alice would still be stripping in that stupid place. She was much happier glued to her repulsive master's dick.
"Considering our age difference and the fact we resented each other back when you were a schoolgirl, I believed I'd have a hard time domesticating you. I thought I'd have to court you like a teenager would, to shower you with presents and to bring you to fancy places just for you to accept giving me a lousy handjob. I expected it'd take me months or years to finally get to fuck you, and that my money would be the thing that would convince you to become my plaything. But no, you would have none of it..."
Mr. Thompson suddenly pushed her head to the base of his dick, making her choke up on it, but he gave her a sign to look up at him. There, Alice saw it. The first affectionate look her nasty old teacher had ever given her. It felt strange not to see contempt or malice in his eyes, but an odd form of... respect, and fondness.
You've exceeded my wildest expectations, Miss Thornwood!" the old man praised, while pushing his rigid penis in and out of her mouth to make her drool everywhere. "Right from the start, you've acted like a pushover, like a doormat I could wipe my feet on. I've never needed to buy you anything, to show you the slightest amount of respect. You showed your true colors the moment I first berated you in that private room. You're a sexual deviant, a clueless submissive who does everything she's order to! The few measly bucks I sent your way couldn't justify your servility, it was basically pocket money. No, you were a slut horny for old men from the very start. A natural-born whore, through and through. I merely helped you understand your true nature..."
Alice had pieced together that Mr. Thompson's extras weren't that generous, especially considering the degrading performances he asked of her. Yet, for a time, she had held on to the belief that money was the reason she tolerated his mistreatment. But her true motivations had lied elsewhere.
There was no way a normal person would have accepted doing such humiliating things for so little cash in return... No, the 19-year-old girl had done it because she liked it, savored it, reveled in it! She anticipated every meeting eagerly!
Which explained why Mr. Thompson had seen through her so easily. What Alice had taken a long time to accept, the old man had perceived from the start. The darkness and lust hidden within her heart...
"Every time I saw you afterward, I felt like it was too good to be true," he said, mesmerized. "A dolly bird like you with an old schmuck like, it made no sense! I thought you'd eventually tell me it was too much, that you'd refuse to see me again. But no... You always came back for more. Whenever I whistled for you, you came running like a good little doggy, and your pussy never failed to get wet when I spanked you. Then, came that fateful night at the hotel… The moment you put on my leash, I had confirmation you truly had become my bitch, body and soul."
He finally let her go and Alice pulled his cock out of her mouth. Several strings of drool and precum still connected her to his member.
"That night, I made the best decision of my life," she replied. "I was naive and inexperienced before I met you, master. A stupid girl oblivious to her needs. and her identity. You who I was, my true identity. I'm so grateful you decided to tame me! Now that it's the case, I'll follow you anywhere, Daddy. I love you!"
Mr. Thompson smiled at her declaration. To show her his appreciation, he slapped her cheeks with his erect cock, spreading drool and precum all over her gorgeous face and thoroughly ruining her mascara. He smeared his fluids on her as if he was using a one-use tissue. God, how could a man be as irresistible as him?
"I'm honored to have helped your epiphany, Miss Thornwood. I never met a whore so genuine before. All the strippers I hired faked their excitement, but not you. You get off on getting dominated, on being treated as a set of holes I can stretch and fuck as I please! When I got rich, I thought I would book high-class hookers, but I haven't had the occasion to since I met you. You would surpass their performance in a heartbeat anyway."
"Of course I would!" the young blonde replied, gratefully. "They do it for money, while I do it out of devotion! You've shown me my place was by your side, and I've accepted you as my lifelong owner."
Mr. Thompson's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly stopped rubbing his cock on her face. It was pulsating so much that Alice had expected him to release in a matter of seconds, but something seemed to bother him. Or maybe a new evil idea had come to his mind...
"You say that, Miss Thornwood, but I'm not sure you mean it."
"W... What? Of course I do, Daddy!"
"Is that so? Then I have a little idea of how you can prove your obedience to me..."
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