Story: Convent School Hell   
      
   by Jessica Rael & Sarah Johnson   
      
      
      
   Story Codes: FFFggggggg/F, Fdom, gdom, ped, nc, bd, sad, tort, ws, scat   
      
      
      
      
   Shelly ran through the check-in gate at Newark, New Jersey and hit the   
   ground in London without breaking stride; almost literally, as her   
   constant fidgeting had drawn more than a few glares from the guy seated   
   to her left and the woman in front. But if you’re going to run away then   
   you run… right? No point in walking. Well, that’s how Shelly saw it   
   anyway. Damien had been such a shit, and turned out to be more like the   
   kid in the old movie than was comfortable. Shelly had known he’d been   
   stealing from her about two weeks into the relationship, but guys have a   
   lot of pride she thought, he needs it or he wouldn’t take… he’s just too   
   embarrassed to ask etc. etc. etc. ‘Way to go Shelly,’ she’d muttered to   
   herself on the plane, ‘thirty-six, shit broke, no friends, no job’.   
   Well, she could blame Damien for the money… and the friends? She’d stuck   
   up for the shit when they tried to tell her, and so they drifted away.   
   The job was her fault, if she hadn’t been so obsessed with her   
   relationship; been a little more grounded perhaps… anyway, they were   
   right to fire her. It taken then a little while to get round to it,   
   mainly because Dave, her boss, had a thing for her. She might be   
   thirty-six but she had one of those long, lithe figures that always   
   looked fifteen years younger, and she was quite a looker… plus having   
   thick, wavy blonde hair never hurt when it came to eliciting sympathy   
   from men, nor the disproportionately large breasts (the only useful   
   thing her mother ever gave her). But it couldn’t last, being cute just   
   held them off a while, then the axe fell. So that left Shelly with   
   nothing basically… an alcoholic mother somewhere in Nowhere Ville,   
   Illinois who didn’t even remember she had a daughter, but fuck all else   
   basically – except her car. A neat little convertible that she couldn’t   
   afford to run anymore, but she sold it for twenty thousand dollars,   
   bought a plane ticket and headed east.   
      
                The first big shock was how little her dollars were worth   
   on the other side of the Atlantic, and just how unbelievably expensive   
   London was. A possible solution was suggested to her by a barmaid in a   
   London pub, the girl had started talking to her as Shelly sat at the bar   
   trying to stem her rising panic and misgivings with liberal amounts of   
   vodka and coke.   
      
                “You should go to Ireland,” the girl had suggested.   
      
                “Really?” said Shelly, “isn’t it like… all farms and   
   fields? I sort of imagined it being like the Midwest where I grew up… to   
   be honest Darlene…”   
      
                “Arlene,” the girl corrected.   
      
                “Sorry… Arlene, but I see myself as a city girl now”.   
      
                “Dublin’s a wonderful place, not quite London but maybe   
   that’ll be good for you right now if you know what I mean,” the girl   
   winked at Shelly but she was too drunk to know what she might be hinting   
   at. “Anyway, I have a friend there, she’ll put you up till you find your   
   feet ‘and’ it’s a heck of lot cheaper. That bit of cash you were telling   
   me about will go a whole lot further in Ireland than it will here”.   
      
                The next morning Shelly woke up with a headache, and a   
   piece of paper with an address in Dublin and the name ‘Brenna’ scrawled   
   on it. Shelly swallowed a couple of headache pills and dialed the airline.   
      
      
      
   Brenna opened her mouth slowly, allowing the man to jab at her teeth   
   with his dick in frustration, it was all a heady mix to the cute little   
   redhead – teasing… yeah that was fun. Getting fucked in the ass and the   
   pussy while she sucked this guy off? That was wild. Getting paid for it?   
   That was unbelievable. The guy she was straddling rammed his short but   
   pleasantly thick shaft into her pussy, he was being gentle, which made   
   Brenna giggle. She told them she was a virgin, that she was only doing   
   this because she was desperate and needed the money. The stupid fuckers   
   had believed her. Men? They’ll take advantage of a nineteen year-old   
   girl down on her luck, then go sentimental because they were the first   
   ones to be let in the front door. Brenna wondered what he would do if he   
   knew he was about the tenth that week. The teenager opened her mouth and   
   allowed the cock inside, the American businessman tried to choke her   
   with it, but it wasn’t long enough and Brenna was no novice this end   
   either – the guy pumping her ass was doing a good job though. Nice   
   rhythmic strokes, pulling almost all the way out real slow before   
   slamming it back in again so his thighs slapped against the teen’s   
   buttocks. Brenna assumed he did his wife this way, his secretary too   
   probably… and any whore he happened to meet on a business trip. Brenna   
   liked American men, they never argued about price, she’d shyly said two   
   hundred dollars each and they never said a word. Well… a real,   
   redheaded, sexy Irish teenage virgin… like a fucking web fantasy come   
   true; they couldn’t wait to cram the money into her purse.   
      
                The guy in Brenna’s pussy started sucking hard on her small   
   tits, which was just too much for his she guessed as he came almost   
   immediately, jerking and shaking as he filled with his cum. She’d let   
   them do it without protection, just looking ignorant when one of them   
   had asked her. ‘What’s a rubber?’ she’d said coyly. They hadn’t asked   
   again, not believing their luck. Luck! Brenna knew what she was doing -   
   rich guys like this didn’t take risks often, she was probably the first,   
   other than their wives, that they’d actually squirted their cum into   
   since they were her age. And only because Brenna did the best fucking   
   virgin act in the civilized world – and outside of that you never took   
   chances anyway. Mr first-past-the-post flopped on the bed, his passion   
   dripping out of Brenna’s pussy back onto his rapidly softening cock. Mr   
   ass-fucker was in it for the long haul, and that was fine by Brenna, she   
   loved sex almost as much as she loved money. Mr not-so-deep-throat was   
   annoying her though, he was thrusting like a first timer and banging her   
   nose with his belly – the nineteen year-old ended his turn by swallowing   
   him to the hilt then licking his balls while the tip of his dick was   
   rubbing her tonsils. He came in seconds, pumping hot, salty sperm down   
   her throat. ‘That’s my protein intake for the day,’ Brenna thought as   
   she slid back, letting his cock slide out of her mouth (though she   
   sucked it all the way) and jammed herself against Mr ass-fucker and let   
   him bring her to a quiet orgasm – well, virgins don’t scream; not like   
   that anyway.   
      
                Afterwards Brenna talked coyly about how she never knew sex   
   could be such fun, and how ‘big’ they all were, and how she’d been   
      
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