Jenny Finds Herself

Jenny tries to hide from her reputation as a slut, but finds herself drawn back to it as she finally realizes what she wants.

Part 1/2

The next few months were a bit of a blur. The apprehension Jenny felt over everything slowly faded, aided by the short attention span of teenagers. Certainly she had a solid reputation as a slut in the school gossip line, but she had quickly learned to keep blinders on. Were people snickering at her in the hall? Maybe. She no longer tried to tell. She spent a lot more time with headphones in her ears.

She had no contact with Ben or Jon, let alone Andrew or the other kids from the party. Miraculously, Lauren stayed friends with her despite all the rumors, so she wasn't miserable or anything. And Mr. Anderson kept his end of the deal and didn't tell anyone about the photos.

The only problem was that Jenny could barely think about anything else. In a word, she was unspeakably horny, but had no outlet. A few months after the "event" in Mr. Anderson's office, she had actually agreed to go on a date with a guy named Cody. She was feeling lonely, despite the indifferent exterior she tried to project, and Cody was a nice enough guy, and decent looking. She had brushed off a few attempts by others to take advantage of her slutty reputation, but Cody didn't seem like that sort of guy.

And honestly, he wasn't. They had a decent date getting ice cream, after which they had ended up making out in the back seat of Cody's car. She had been weirdly nervous -- it was her first time doing anything a normal way, with one guy she was interested in. So when things escalated, she went along with it willingly, even eagerly.

It turned out the back seat of a car wasn't a particularly comfortable way to have sex. To make matters worse, as soon as Cody got a condom on, he clumsily jammed it into her, pumped like four times, and came.

As Jenny lay on her back, propped up against the car door, one leg on the floor and one leg up on the back of the car seat, a sweaty, panting Cody lying limp between her legs, she could only frown.

Because despiteliterally having another boy's cock still inside of her, it was Mr. Anderson that she couldn't get out of her head. A respected, responsible, well-builtmanhad been interested in her. Had been so turned on by her that he broke the law to have a chance with her. She was certain Mr. Anderson wouldn't have done... whatever this was that Cody just did. Occasionally, when she was lying alone in her bed at night, she would pull up the photo Jon had taken of her on her knees in the forest, her face covered in cum. Only she would imagine the time Mr. Anderson did that to her, instead, and then masturbate furiously.

She had broken it off with Cody the next day, much to his dismay.

More months went by, and shortly after new year, when the end of school was in sight, they had a burst of unseasonably nice weather. Of course the standards for "nice weather" changed after a long winter, so it was only 50 degrees out. Still, with the sunshine it practically felt like summer, and she and Lauren had gone out for a walk. They meandered through the neighborhoods around them as they chatted about school stuff, and summer plans. Lauren was going to summer camp and was trying to convince Jenny to come.

They were in a less familiar neighborhood, not far from their school, when Lauren interrupted what she had been saying and pointed.

"Hey look, isn't that Mr. Anderson?" she asked.

Jenny's head snapped up as she looked. Sure enough, there he was. He appeared to be doing yard work at a nice two-story house. He was wearing a pair a jeans, a t-shirt and a ballcap, and Jenny's heart accelerated rapidly.

"Yeah, that's him. Hey Mr. Anderson!" she shouted, waving. Jenny blanched and tried to shrink into her coat.

Mr. Anderson stopped raking and looked up, waving casually. Jenny thought he gave a start when he saw her, but he masked it well.

"Hello girls," he yelled back from across the street. With a slight lingering glance, he went back to work as Lauren, thinking nothing of it, resumed their conversation.

A week later, and Jenny had "casually" walked by Mr. Anderson's house four more times. She couldn't seem to help it, though she recognized it was becoming an unhealthy obsession. Every time she closed her eyes she saw Mr. Anderson standing above her, jerking himself off on her face. She had lost count of how many times she had masturbated this week.

A few times she caught sight of him, usually through a window. Once or twice he seemed to spot her, and her heart would start racing, but he never came out and she always walked away.

Finally, on her fifth trip past his house one weekend, after she lingered for a moment on his sidewalk, his front door opened and Mr. Anderson was there.

"Hello Jenny," he said, his voice quiet across the yard.

She stared for a moment, eyes wide, before giving a weak smile and a half-hearted wave. Her brain felt frozen, her body tingling all over as she took a few tentative steps toward the front door. When she got close he stepped aside and motioned for her to come in.

It was surreal to walk into his house, which was nice and clean and, frankly, looked similar to her own house.

"Can I get you something?" he offered tentatively. She shook her head, as he led her into the living room and motioned for her to sit on the couch. Mr. Anderson sat in a lounge chair next to her, while she nervously folded her hands in her lap.

"So, I've seen you coming by a lot lately," he began, his eyes searching her face. She felt herself blushing as she nodded.

"This is about the other day in my office," he asked, more as a statement than a question. Jenny licked her lips nervously and nodded again.

"I see," he said, as he leaned back in the chair with a sigh. "What... what do you want?"

What did she want? She had fantasized over and over again about being inside his house, but she would be lying if she said she had any kind of plan. She spoke a moment later without consciously deciding to.

"Maybe... to do it again?" she mumbled.

Mr. Anderson startled her by bolting upright in his seat, his eyes wide with surprise.

"What??" he exclaimed? "You want to do it again?"

Suddenly feeling very unsure, Jenny shrunk in on herself and cringed, averting her eyes.

"Maybe...?"

Mr. Anderson fell back in his seat, shaking his head. "Wow, that was not what I expected you to say."

Oh god, this was a nightmare, Jenny fretted to herself as they sat in silence, agonizing seconds ticking by. Why had she said that?! She would never be able to live this down. She wanted to shrink into a hole and never come out. Her self-recriminations grew rapidly. What would a man like him want with a teenager like her? She started to get up to leave, her eyes welling with tears.

"You're a bit of a dirty slut, aren't you?" Mr. Anderson finally spoke up.

Jenny's eyes went wide as she froze, her heart launching into top speed. She licked her lips, unable to meet his gaze. No one had ever spoken to her this way before. Except... for herself, when she was alone in her room at night. It was like he was reading exactly what she wanted from inside her head. Her mouth was dry, but she managed to stutter a response quietly.

"I... yes sir."

"You liked it when I came all over you?"

She nodded, a bit more vigorously this time.

"Have you been fantasizing about this?"

Another meek nod.

"Have you been playing with yourself while you think about it?"

His questions were leaving her mind blank, her answers coming mechanically as she nodded again.

"Show me."

"Uh..." she questioned reflexively.

"Take your fucking clothes off and show me how you play with yourself."

Mr. Anderson was leaning forward, fully in his principle-authority mode. Jenny's mind could barely grasp that this was happening, as a thrill of fear mixed in with her growing excitement. The way he was talking to her was... it washot as fuck.

So she obeyed. Eyes locked on the floor still, face flushed, Jenny tentatively reached her hand under the waistband of her jeans.

"No, I said take your clothes off first."

She froze at her mistake being called out, but only for a moment. Sliding her hand out of her pants, she removed her shoes, coat and t-shirt, then lifted her hips to unbutton her jeans and slide them down her slender legs. All the while she was aware of Mr. Anderson's eyes on her pale skin.

She tossed her jeans on the floor, leaving her socks on, then reached back to unclasp her bra. As soon as her chest was bare, she slid her panties off. She idly wished she had worn sexier underwear.

No one had ever watched her masturbate before, and she felt oddly self-conscious given all the sexual things she had done since the summer. Tentatively, she leaned back in the couch and spread her legs, sliding one hand down her abdomen and over her mound, her mouth parting as she squeezed her eyes shut.

Her slit was sopping wet, as she extended one finger between her lips, causing an involuntary whimper to escape. With her other hand she cupped one of her breasts, pulling on her small, pink nipple.

Her body felt electric, and she was almost instantly on the verge of cumming. When she finally managed to open her eyes and look at Mr. Anderson, the sight of him staring at her lustily as she fingered herself sent her over the edge. She couldn't hold back, shouting as a huge orgasm hit, her fingers plunging deep inside as she bucked her hips.

She came down from her post-orgasm high slowly, her slender body writhing on Mr. Anderson's couch as she panted and gasped. When she regained enough sense to open her eyes again, she saw him watching her, his phone in his hand, camera pointed at her. She blinked rapidly a few times but didn't say anything as her chest heaved from exertion.

"That was excellent," Mr. Anderson said, still pointing his camera at her. "Are you sure you want to do more?"

Jenny nodded silently, still slowly moving two of her fingers inside herself.

"Wait here," he said, getting up and moving to the stairs. She frowned in confusion at being left alone, but he wasn't gone long. When he returned he tossed something on the couch next to her before sitting back down in his chair.

It was a collar. White leather, with a large buckle and a thin fur lining, connected to a metal ring. Attached to the ring was a silvery chain.

"Oh," she squeaked.

"Here's how this works," Mr. Anderson said. "If you want to do this, you come over and you put on that collar. Any time you want to stop, or leave, you take it off. But Jenny," he said, his voice serious as he leaned close to her, "while it's on you do what you're told, no matter what. Do you understand?"

She felt a huge rush of excitement at his words, and barely managed to nod again.

"Let me hear you say it."

"Ye-yes, I understand," she mumbled.

"Good," he said, then he leaned back in his chair and watched her expectantly.

She was unsure what to do for a moment, before licking her lips and reaching tentatively for the collar. The leather felt expensive beneath her delicate fingers as she picked it up. It was basically a fancy dog collar.

Her heart pounded as she placed it around her throat, reaching behind her to thread the buckle, making sure it was just a notch shy of being snug against her skin. When she finished, the cold metal of the chain draped between her breasts. She made herself look up beneath her eyelashes at Mr. Anderson, who was staring at her. Oh god, what had she done?

Mr. Anderson got up and walked up to her, looming over her petite form, camera still in his hand. As she watched nervously, he undid his pants and swiftly stepped free of them, his erection standing out hard as a rock, just as she remembered it. She wanted it so bad. The faint mix of fear with extreme arousal was overwhelming.

Then he sat down next to her, grabbed her by the hips, and pulled her into his lap. Taking hold of the chain, he pulled her lips to his as he ground against her bare skin. She shuddered, feeling his tongue in her mouth and his cock beneath her thighs.

"Are you on birth control?" he asked, his voice husky. She nodded in response.

"Good. Reach behind you and put me inside your tight little pussy," he ordered. He gripped the chain attached to her collar with one hand, while his other rested on her hip.

She quickly did as ordered, moaning as Mr. Anderson's thick cock slipped inside her. She was sopping wet from masturbating. Without being told, she rocked forward, pressing her chest into him, then rocked back, feeling her lips grip his shaft. His breathing was fast and hot against her throat.

Jenny rode him for what felt like ages, feeling her own orgasm rising again. Then Mr. Anderson gripped her tightly around her tiny waist -- his hands almost completely encircled her -- and started pounding his hips up into her. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room, as he tensed up and grunted, before she felt him spasm deep inside, filling her with cum. That sent her over the edge for her second orgasm of the last few minutes.

It took a moment before she came back to her senses, feeling Mr. Anderson's strong arms wrapped around her. As they disentangled themselves, he stood and looked down at her.

"What day can you be back here?" he asked.

"Oh, um," she mumbled, thinking. "My parents will be away on Tuesday, from lunch to late at night. Some party thing. I could... come then?"

"Good. Be here at one."

Part 2/2

Jenny stood on the front porch, her heart pounding as she hesitated, hand raised to knock. The last few days had been agonizing. She had lost all ability to focus on other things, thinking only about her return to Mr. Anderson's house. And the collar. At one point her parents asked her if she was feeling ok, because she had to excuse herself from dinner to go masturbate in the bathroom.

Taking a deep breath, she knocked. The door opened a moment later, revealing Mr. Anderson standing there in a casual outfit, holding a drink. He smiled at her.

"Hello Jenny. Please come in."

She flushed and stepped inside, eyes immediately going to the collar hanging by the door. It took her a second to realize that they weren't alone, as her gaze snapped back to the living room. There were four other men lounging about, all of them looking at her.

"Oh," she squeaked, freezing.

"I invited some friends over that I think would like to meet you, Jenny. I hope you don't mind." Mr. Anderson stated smoothly as he shut the door.

She stood there, mouth agape, unable to muster an answer as her mind whirled.

"Jenny," Mr. Anderson said as he stepped in front of her. "Jenny, you can either put the collar on, or you can go." He gestured toward the front door. "It's up to you."

"What..." she mumbled, her mouth suddenly dry. "What happens if I put that on?"

Mr. Anderson smiled as he leaned close to her.

"You'll be treated just the way you want to be. Isn't that right?"

"How I want to be?" she replied in a daze.

"Yes. Like a hot little slut here for my friends and I to have fun with."

She stared at him with wide eyes.

"But something tells me that you're going to enjoy it. Aren't you, Jenny?"

She wasn't sure how long she stood there, frozen, while the five adult men watched her silently. Eventually she snapped out of it, and found herself reaching mechanically for the collar.

"God damn Rich, how old is she?" one of the men asked, as she closed the buckle around her neck. Was that Mr. Anderson's first name? She hadn't known it.

"Jenny?" Mr. Anderson promoted her. She had to clear her throat, and only managed to talk a bit above a whisper.

"I'm eighteen," she mumbled. The men reacted strongly to that, a few of them sighing, a few letting out some variation of 'oof'."

"Rich, can I talk to you a second?" one of the men asked, getting up off the couch. He was a tall, handsome black man, very athletic looking, with a hint of gray in his hair. He and Mr. Anderson stepped to the side and started talking quietly but emphatically, while Jenny stood there awkwardly.

"Jenny," Mr. Anderson called a minute later, when the black man seemed upset. "Jenny, please take your clothes off for us."

This situation was insane, but Jenny's hormones were in overdrive. She could feel the dampness between her legs, and her whole body felt flush and tingly. And she knew the rules she had agreed to when the collar was on. She briefly considered taking it off and running away. Instead she started unbuttoning her jeans, while the black man looked on, stunned.

"What the hell..."

He trailed off as Jenny stepped out of her pants, then pulled her shirt over her head. Unsure if she should keep going, she opted to just get it done with. She heard some groans as she undid her bra and tossed it aside. When she stepped out of her panties, she was left wearing only her collar. She could feel herself trembling as she stood there, eyes on the ground, while the men stared.

"Jenny," one of the men she didn't know asked, "how much do you weigh, and what's your bra size?"

How much did she weigh? What a strange question.

"Um, like, 94 pounds?" she said tentatively. "And I'm a B-cup, but uh, sometimes a C depending on the brand."

That set the men off into conversation again, and the black man who had been arguing with Mr. Anderson walked up to her, eyes glued to her teenage body. He looked her up and down.

"Jesus Rich, I think I could wrap my hands completely around her waist."

"Why don't you try?" Mr. Anderson asked.

Jenny gasped a moment later, as the man did as requested and placed his hands around her tiny waist. They were warm against her skin, as he squeezed slightly. She had never been touched by a black man before, let alone like this. It was thrilling.

"Jesus, I can touch my fingers together," he mumbled. Mr. Anderson beamed at them from nearby.

"Wonderful, wonderful. Why don't you lead our lovely lady friend to the living room for the others to get a look at."

The black man took his hands off her waist and gently grabbed the chain hanging between her breasts, then pulled lightly. She lurched forward awkwardly, her legs unsteady, as she was led by the collar. She felt like a prize horse or something, as she was paraded into the living room so the men on the couch could look her over. At one point Mr. Anderson even had her turn around a few times so they could admire her from all angles. She dimly noted that none of them actually introduced themselves to her.

She had never been so turned on in her life.

And then the "party" seemed to get started, as Jenny almost faded into the background. Mr. Anderson asked her to just stand where she was, while the men chatted with each other and drank. She was only touched a few times, usually in passing. It should have been awkward, but instead she found her anticipation building to unbearable levels. If something didn't happen soon, she was going to have to take care of herself!

Why were they ignoring her? It was torture. She had no idea how long it had been going on for, her standing quietly before them all. Oh sure, they frequently looked her nude body over, but she wanted more. She was starting to go a little nuts like this. Finally, she couldn't take it and spoke up.

"Um, Mr. Anderson?" she mumbled, interrupting his conversation with one of the others a few feet away.

"Yes Jenny?" he asked mildly.

"When... when can we do it?" He smiled at her, almost innocently.

"Do what, Jenny?"

She stared at him, eyes wide. Do what? What the hell was this? He must be teasing her, but she couldn't think of a glib response.

"Well, you know..." she managed to squeak out.