This story is slightly different from John's other stories. Instead of embellishing something which really isn't there this one takes the opposite route.
An egotistical, older teacher mistakenly believes her ex-student is her new masseuse.
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She flung the massage parlor's doors wide open and put her hands on her hips. Everyone turned.
"It - it's Anne the Axe!" one of the patients whispered.
The woman with her hands on her hips smirked. She was beautiful. And very tall - easily over six-feet in her heels.
"Why do they call her Anne the Axe?" a patient whispered back.
"Dude... you must be new to town!"
Anne Anderson - or, as the kids called her, "Anne the Axe" - walked confidently to the reception desk. She was dressed conservatively - on paper, at least. A stylish business jacket, thin black sweater and designer slacks - nothing out of the ordinary. But her body was making the outfit anything but conservative: Anne was built like a schoolboy's fantasy. She was no longer in her twenties, but the sexy, intimidating woman was packed with curves - and sweet Jesus, her chest...
WOW.
"So solly! We closed for day! Come back later!" said the receptionist. She pointed to the clock; it was 5:05 p.m.
"You're closed for everyone else - but I assure you, you'll stay open for me!" Anne snapped. "Tell Kim it's an emergency. My back is killing me!"
The towering woman ran her fingers through her strawberry blonde hair and glared at the receptionist. All of her manerisms were so forceful - like she was used to ruling with an iron fist.
For good reason: She was a high school teacher. 14 year veteran. But she was so much more than that:
Anne Anderson was a legend.
Anne the Axe had taught at the local high school ever since she graduated from college. With her huge tits and curvy frame, an entire generation of the town's boys had grown-up lusting after her. She was their #1 teenage fantasy; having wet dreams about her was practically a rite of passage. One wise guy said that Miss Anderson was responsible for spilling more seamen than an iceberg!
Each year, a new army of adolescents would grovel at her feet. Every Valentine's Day, she received more cards, flowers and chocolates than she could ever hope to carry. And if she ever wanted to induce a heart attack, all she had to do was lean way, way down... and watch the kids stare bug-eyed at her cleavage. It was such a thrill for the unmarried teacher: The future CEOs, doctors, lawyers and tycoons of America - and SHE would always be the one who got away. All they would EVER get was an eyefull of her mouthwatering cleavage - and a lifetime of masturbatory material.
When a boy had a question, one of her most wicked indulgences was leaning ALL the way over, so her breasts hovered right by their eyes, and watching their faces would turn fire engine-red. Then... they rushed off to the bathroom with their hands in their pants...
Wacking-off to Miss Anderson was the school tradition.
All the boys DREAMED of seeing her tits. They fantasized over what they looked like. The topic was discussed daily at every cafeteria table: "Dude!! I'll bet they're HUGE!!" "Of course they're huge! I bet they're also super-firm!" "I think she's 36 D!" "Nah, she's at least 38 F!"
Everyone had a different theory about what her true bust-size was. The pros and cons were debated Lincoln/Douglas-style in the boys' locker room before every P.E. class!
No exaggeration.
All the red-blooded boys dreamed of touching her - of exploring every inch of her glorious body. They dreamed of FUCKING HER over and over again - and conquering the legend...
Conquering Anne the Axe would be like... well, it would be like being the first man on the moon! Only BIGGER! So each year, a new class of kids plotted like super villains. Some even VOWED that they'd be the one to finally penetrate her! There was almost a reverse "sword-in-the-stone" quality to their boasting.
None of their vows came true, of course. Don't be absurd! The Queen wouldn't let herself be seduced by a lowly peasant! No matter how many times the poor peasant tried...
Anne the Axe deftly sidestepped the boys' sophomoric attempts to separate her from her clothes, or photograph her in the buff, or learn her private measurements. Still, they plotted: One boy put mirrors on his shoes in an attempt to look up her dress. Another was caught trying to hide a webcam in the faculty bathroom. Another tried to sucker her into joining the "Bra of the Month" club, in a feeble attempt to learn her bust-size! But she always saw through their silly ploys.
Then... vengeance was hers! And NOBODY was more vengeful than The Axe!
Miss Anderson was a dominatrix masquerading as a high school teacher.
The kids called her "Anne the Axe" because she was as scary as a battle axe; it was NOT a term of endearment. She had a malicious wit and a sadistic sense of humor, and wasn't above using sexual innuendo to embarrass a student: "Class, Mr. Smith's report was short, thin and inadequate. From what I hear, that's also an accurate description of something else!" "Class, Miss Jones' essay was flat and underdeveloped. I nearly confused it with her... oh, never mind!"
She could destroy you overnight.
Once, she had the star football player expelled for sexual harassment. It's the most famous Anne the Axe tale of them all. According to the urban myth, she kicked the QB in the nuts when he exposed himself - and then laughed at the size of his tiny little prick as he was carried away! The humiliated boy lost his college scholarship AND his "lady's man" reputation.
But that's another story.
The receptionist didn't know any of this. She barely spoke any English and couldn't figure out why this angry woman was bossing her around like an unruly schoolgirl:
"Listen to me, young lady. Kim was my student. I left a message on her cell phone. Tell her I'm here. Now!"
"No - no - I solly -"
"Pardon the pun, and I don't mean to be culturally insensitive, but be like those sticks you eat with and CHOP CHOP!! Go find Kim! Meanwhile, I'll get ready in the massage room. There's not much time - the charity gala is in four hours, and she NEEDS to relieve my back pain!"
Miss Anderson was asked to guest-model a $17 thousand evening gown at the school's annual fundraiser, and knew she would be on her feet - in those uncomfortable high heels. Her back would be in excruciating pain. This was the drawback of being so top-heavy: Her chest got her lots of attention, but also did a number on her back.
While the receptionist was still babbling in Korean, Anne opened the door and marched right past her.
"No - no - no!! I solly!! We closed! You no come in!"
Anne ignored her and kept walking.
The receptionist didn't know what to do, so she ran to the janitor for help...
When Miss Anderson got to the massage room, she turned on the light. Very bright. The table was ready for the next patient: There was a clean sheet of paper on top, a towel to cover herself, and a bench for her clothes.
Anne proceeded to undress: First she slipped off her sleek business jacket. She had just bought it last week (from Italy). Typically, she didn't wear jackets... but she had recently injured her back and put on a little bit of weight. Her jacket helped hide her, um... excesses.
Especially the "excesses" around her hips and ass.
She pulled her tight black sweater up over her head. The sexy teacher's gigantic tits were snug and secure in a VERY sturdy, extra-supportive bra, but her cleavage was STILL spilling over! Miss Anderson squeezed her breasts in her hands and smiled. The most famous tits in town.
Then - a noise! It - it sounded like a MAN'S voice!
She immediately covered her chest. Her cleavage was jiggling! Was - was someone there?! She froze in place, afraid to move.
"Hello...?"
Three seconds ticked by. All was quiet, except for a vacuum whirring down the hall.
Anne sighed. Getting undressed always made her nervous...
She undid her leather belt and unbuttoned her pants - and her hips and stomach extended. Dammit - she was developing a small potbelly. She swore to herself that she'd start dieting again... next Monday.
The sexy teacher slipped out of her five-inch heels and wiggled her toes. Standing with her flat feet on the ground was always a humbling experience: High heels made Anne feel invincible - like she was larger-than-life! Her overpowering height was an important part of her "Anne the Axe" aura. Without her five-inch heels, her stature was dramatically lowered, literally and figuratively... she was revealed to be... well... ordinary.
No longer someone they had to look up to.
Sigh...
Anne wiggled her hips until her designer slacks inched down her ass and dropped to her ankles. She smiled weakly. All those high school boys who swore they'd sell their soul to get in her pants, well, here they were - on the floor in a disheveled mess! Have at it, boys! The cool air instantly gave her skin goosebumps. She started breathing faster: Anne the Axe was down to her bra and panties...
She - she heard a noise! She DID!! It sounded like a man was LAUGHING!!
Miss Anderson stared nervously at the door, clutching her big tits in her arms. Her knees shook. She was now just in her underwear... and nothing else. About 95 percent of her body was visible! The thought of getting caught semi-naked like this nearly gave her a panic attack! Imagine the headlines: "Anne the Axe in Her Undies! Click HERE for the Candid Pics!"
NO!!
"K - Kim...? That you, Kim?"
She waited... but nobody came.
False alarm.
Anne sighed in relief.
Still feeling uneasy, she decided to analyze her body in the full-length mirror on the door while she waited. It had been a while; she had avoided the mirror since gaining weight. Anne closed her eyes and counted to five - and then stared wide-eyed at her reflection:
OMG!
The image staring back at her was NOT Anne the Axe, Legendary Temptress and High School Sex Symbol. This was the image of some... older woman named Anne Anderson... an unmarried 37-year-old school teacher whose bad back had prevented her from visiting the gym for months at a time.
In just her modest bra and panties.
And harsh, unforgiving florescent lighting.
"Fuck me!!"
Her legs were still long and inviting, but her thighs now had an unattractive wobble. That was new... she'd have to work on that. Her wider-than-normal hips gave her an exaggerated hourglass figure. A touch of cellulite tainted her formerly-flawless legs...
Cellulite! She was too young for cellulite! ...Wasn't she?
And her panties were SO unsexy: Plain white cotton. There was the distinct shadow of a camel toe... she quickly adjusted her crotch. It was clearly time to invest in more exotic undergarments. Something more befitting "Anne the Axe" - especially now, since she was getting... older.
Sigh.
White cotton panties were no longer cutting it. When she was in her 20s or early 30s, they were cute. She always thought that white cotton panties on a beautiful, nubile girl was wholesome and sweet. But on her... they were looking like - like granny panties!!
She looked like a menopausal aunt!
"Fuck!!"
Her body had always been very curvy, but it was now bordering on chunky. The mirror didn't lie: Gravity was taking a toll EVERYWHERE. She had now reached the horrible age when she looked better IN clothes than out of them! Her reign as the school's sex symbol would come to a close soon... Someone prettier - and younger - would come along. It was inevitable. Nobody reigns forever.
The Queen is dead. Long live the Queen.
That was the part she dreaded the most: Being conquered and dethroned... and humiliated in the hallways.
It would be too soul-wrenching to even imagine! She had so thoroughly abused her status as High School Sex Goddess. She had no shortage of enemies... the moment there was blood in the water...
Anne gulped.
Her enemies would strip her, judge her, ridicule her and destroy her...
She gazed at the mirror and thought: Thousands of boys would forfeit their family inheritance to see what she's seeing: Anne the Axe in nothing but her bra and panties! But... if anyone ever got a good look of what she REALLY looked like... if they ever separated the "Anne the Axe" legend from the flesh-and-blood, wide-hipped older lady... why, her reign as Queen would be OVER in a heartbeat. Just like that. She'd be... a laughingstock!
The thought nearly made her burst into tears.
"Kill me!!"
Anne stood in front of the mirror, upset and embarrassed by her reflection. Dammit! All those workouts she skipped had left her in the worst shape of her life. And she still had to model a $17 thousand evening gown! She sucked in her gut all the way, pushed out her chest and posed. Okay, that was a little better. Yes, in the right lighting, this was closer to the Fantasy Girl that all the boys were jerking-off to... the legendary Miss Anderson, High School Sex Goddess. Her front was... acceptable.
But what about her ass?
She turned around to look at her backside in the mirror. Hmm... it was hard to see from the sides - and moving her neck like that made her back hurt. So she bent over - all the way over - with her head by her knees. It was a silly-looking pose - it almost looked like she was getting ready to hike a football - but it gave her a great view of her derrière.
"Jesus fucking Christ...!"
Her butt was now more squarish than round! And she was a little baggy(!) where her cheeks and upper-thighs meet. Bleah!! But... maybe she was being too critical? Hey, she was 37. And it's not like this was the most, ahem, complimentary pose possible. So sure, her butt looked a smidgen thicker than she'd like, but overall, not too bad... Not too bad at all...
...Right?
Feeling braver, Anne pulled her panties up the crack of her ass, giving herself a wedgie. Softly at first - and then ALL THE WAY up her crack!
"What the...?!"
Her exposed cheeks were ghastly pale. She didn't even recognize them anymore! Along with her outstanding tits, she had always been blessed with a tight, round ass. An ass so tight, men would DROOL! Once in college, she was voted "Best Tush" on Greek Row. And now? Her cheeks had lost much of their definition. Gross - was that a PIMPLE near her ass-crack?! Oh, no! She would NOT let the great and powerful Anne the Axe become a fat-ass with butt-acne!! Oh, HELL NO!! Back to the gym... next Monday.
Miss Anderson had heard the kids talking about twerking... and since she was in this silly pose anyway, with her rear end in the air and her head between her legs, she decided to see if she could twerk, too. Nobody was around...
She started twerking.
Anne jiggled her ass cheeks and stared at her reflection: That was HORRIBLE!! Her ass cheeks shook WAY too much! It made her butt look like it was made of ocean waves of cottage cheese! She could NEVER let someone see THAT! Then -
The door swung open! A young man in a white jacket was staring at her - while she was bent over, twerking her fat, lumpy ass cheeks!
"Eeeeek!!" Anne squealed. She jumped straight up in the air; her arms fluttered in hysterics. Who was this guy?! What just happened?! Anne hid her face in her hands and tried to collect herself. Fuck! Okay, where was she?! The - the massage parlor. Okay, right. Her back. So then... this young man... who was he? What was he doing?
OH GOD!!
He was - he was BLATANTLY checking out her body!! The teacher looked down. Oh, no!! She forgot that she was 95 percent naked! (97 percent with her panties stuck up her ass.) She was so exposed! No!! She closed her thighs and covered her bra and panties with her hands. Anne crouched as low as she could...
"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," the man laughed. "I'm, uh, Dr. Dan. Yeah. I'm, uh, filling in for Kim... she's not here today. Do you need an emergency massage?"
Anne nodded. Her lower lip quivered.
"What in the world were you doing?" he asked. "Some kind of stretch?"
Shame-faced, Anne lowered her head. "N - no. I - I... I was examining my body in the mirror."
"Why?"
"I, uh... I - I thought my butt was too big!" she blurted without thinking.
WTF!! How in the world could she ADMIT that!! Anne the Axe doesn't acknowledge any flaws! Anne the Axe has a PERFECT butt! Just ask any of the high school boys! Why... why didn't she lie? Who was this doctor anyway?
The flustered teacher awkwardly reached inside her undies and tugged her panties out of her ass-crack, wiggling her hips and repositioning her legs. Dr. Dan watched her intently. It was so humiliating! She was shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Those eyes of his... she felt incredibly self-conscious. She re-covered her body and tried to explain:
"I... I've been in pain... I - I haven't been able to exercise. This - this isn't what I really look like!"
Dr. Dan nodded sympathetically. "That's understandable. And as we get older, our metabolism slows and our bodies go through changes. Lower your arms. Let me have a good look at you."
Anne felt her knees go weak. "Wh - what?!"
"Lower your arms. I need to see what I'm working on."
The teacher didn't know what to do! The LAST thing she wanted to do was show-off her out-of-shape body to the handsome young doctor! Not when she looked like THIS! But her back hurt so badly... and she was still in a daze after getting caught in that ridiculous pose. She winced, but ultimately lowered her arms, sucked her stomach all the way in and arched her back.
There she was, in her real-life undies - the legendary Anne the Axe!
Dr. Dan smiled. He pulled out his phone - and took a picture!
"AAAAHHH!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
"Just for my records. Standard procedure. I see some marks on your body that make me nervous. Some of your moles. With your pale complexion, you're at particular risk for skin cancer."
Anne nodded. It was true... her skin was pale...
But - she was just photographed in her UNDIES!!
The doctor reached over and seized her hand. Her fingers trembled in his. He was so forceful - the spontaneity of his motion caught Miss Anderson off-guard. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach. She looked him in the black of his young eyes... and her heart melted.
My Lord! He was so CUTE!
Now that she was out of her heels, he towered over her. Outlandish fantasies raced through her head... Dr. Dan held her hand firmly and walked her over to some sort of platform, but she couldn't stop staring at his dark eyes... Christ, he even SMELLED wonderful!
For a split-second, she considered leaning over and kissing him... and giving the young man the thrill of his life! He'd get so excited: A kiss from Anne the Axe! He'd think he just won the lottery! And then -"
"Stand still. I wana see what you weigh."
"Okay, Dr. Da... wh - WHAT???"
Anne the Axe looked down. WTF!! She - she was standing on an electronic scale!! Her fantasy of seducing the doctor metamorphosed into shame and dread. He - he was about to weigh her!! This cute boy! Her knees knocked together. She NEVER disclosed her true weight! NEVER!! It was off limits!
"Your weight is..." the electronic voice boomed.
"NOOOOOO!!!" the teacher shrieked, covering her ears with her hands!
"...151 pounds."
Anne dry heaved! She looked helplessly at Dr. Dan and hung her head.
"Tsk, tsk," the doctor scolded. "That's far too heavy, and at your age, you're at real risk for diabetes and heart disease." He gave her a friendly slap on her rear; Anne choked a sob as she felt her ass cheeks wobble like Jell-O.
Her mind was spinning! 151 pounds!! How was that possible? She weighed 125 in high school. By the time she graduated college, she was 135... sometimes fluctuating to 140. But she had NEVER hit the 150-pound barrier. Anne knew she had gained a little weight since injuring her back - but 151?!
And this young, handsome doctor had just weighed her while she was in NOTHING but bra and panties?! The psychological impact was like a nuclear explosion:
Anne the Axe was a 150+ pound fatty!!
"I - I... your scale is broken!!"
"Very funny. Now take off your bra."
"My... my bra? You mean... you can't mean... my BRA?"
"Yeah, your bra. Hurry up."
The way he leered at her was so unnerving! Like... his eyes were famished for a glimpse of her bare flesh. She felt like a lamb that was about to be devoured by a lion...
Nonetheless, she consented: With a lump in her throat, she reached behind her back, unhooked her bra... and took it off. While he watched.
Down they fell.
Those world-famous tits! As white as sugar and HUGE! Impossibly huge! Freakishly gigantic!
Her nipples were the diameter of a tea cup, with a bumpy complexion and a deep, dusty-pink hue! Each tip poked out a good two inches!
The legendary Anne the Axe was topless. Wearing nothing but her panties.
"Good girl, Miss Anderson. Put your hands on your head."
Miss Anderson...? That - that's what her students call her. Kim never called her Miss Anderson. And his voice... it was so familiar...
She put her hands on her head. Her big tits swung low, and her belly hung a tiny bit over the top of her waistband. She started to perspire...
He took another picture! Of her bare tits! She nearly died!
"Please, Dr. Dan! No pictures! Please!!"
"But why?"
"Because... boys have been trying to get their hands on nude photos of me for years! Or learn my measurements! I'm a teacher! Please! I - I can't let there be naked pictures of my body! I just can't! It would be the biggest scandal in - in school history!"
Tears welled in her eyes.
Click! He took another picture.
"Don't be silly, Miss Anderson. Aren't we overstating things, my dear? I'm sure most teenagers would rather see someone their own age naked than a mature, full-bodied, 151-pound lady."
WHAT did he just say?! A MATURE lady?! FULL-BODIED?! No... he DID NOT just say that!!!
"I'm NOT overstating things!" Anne insisted. She pulled in her stomach, posed her hips and arched her back. "I'm NOT!"
Dr. Dan scanned her body up and down. "Look, no offense, but I'm still a young man myself. Trust me, we'd rather see a sexy 25-year-old than a chunky, 151-pound older woman. So don't be so paranoid."
Anne staggered several steps before regaining her equilibrium. She looked liked she was just SLAPPED in the face! An OLDER WOMAN?! The legendary sex symbol, Anne the Axe?!
CHUNKY?!
"I mean, can we be honest?" he continued. "You have the body of a middle-aged housewife who wears sweatpants and Spanx. No offense - It's important that we're honest with each other. This isn't the kind of body that anyone wants to see naked."
If looks could kill, Dr. Dan would've been DEAD! "Middle-aged housewife?!!!" she screamed. "Nobody wants to see me naked?! What about - what about my TITS?! My big, beautiful TITS!!"
With venom in her eyes, she violently shook her large breasts at him. Like an angry stripper!
"Look at them, dammit!! Look at my TITS!!"
Anne was livid! So livid she actually shook her bare breasts at a total stranger!
By the time she realized what she was doing, a strange new sensation was reverberating through her body. My... tits. My... naked TITS. I'm forcing this young man to see my TITS!! Like - like a desperate skank! What is wrong with me?! She was holding out her breasts, offering them on a silver platter...
She expected him get horny at the sight - after all, this was Anne the Axe shaking her bare, beautiful breasts! This was the stuff of DREAMS!! Why, this good-looking doctor might even try to rape her, he'd be so turned on! Not that she'd necessarily mind...
Instead, Dr. Dan rolled his eyes.
"Those saggy sacks? No, thank you, I just ate! Put those droopy things down and get your hands back on your head." He pulled a tape measure out of his jacket pocket.
She sniffled and whimpered... had - had she heard him correctly??? Those... saggy sacks?! Droopy things?! Those were her BREASTS!! The most famous breasts in high school! The beautiful breasts of - of Anne the Axe!
"You... you don't think I'm beautiful?" she asked in disbelief.
For 14 years, a fleeting glimpse of her cleavage would give boys instant hard-ons. A peak down her blouse had adolescents reaching for the Kleenex! Had he just... seen her completely topless, in nothing but her panties... and REJECTED HER???? Didn't he appreciate what he had just seen?!
Those SAGGY, DROOPY THINGS?!! She was short of breath - like she was sucker-punched in the gut...
"Yes, you're a very handsome woman," chuckled Dr. Dan. "What a sight you are! In fact, let's measure you. I've been trying to guess your true bust-size since I first saw you, Miss Anderson. Let's settle it once and for all."
He advanced.... with the tape measure pulled wide...
"No! Please! My measurements are PRIVATE! You - you can't! My bust-size is a secret! It's a mystery! Nobody can know!" Her big tits jiggled and swung as she spoke with her hands on her head.
"Relax, Miss Anderson. This is part of your evaluation."
He grabbed and hoisted her breasts, shaking her white flesh. His fingers sunk into her pale cleavage. Anne's jaw dropped. For the first time in her life, she was speechless! He was TOUCHING HER TITS!! The young doctor squeezed and palmed her lovely lady lumps - exploring her topless body. Her heart was racing! He then ran the tape measure across her nipples:
The nips of Anne the Axe instantly hardened into rocks! She nearly died on the spot!
"And your chest is... 40 inches!! Holy cow! I never imagined your bust would be 40 inches!" Dr. Dan exclaimed.
"No! No they're NOT!" wailed Miss Anderson, her voice cracking. "My bust is only 38! That - that's my nipples, and it's cold, and -"
"Your nipples are part of your breasts, sweetheart. Okay, jump up and down, so I can see your body better."
"What?! I - I can't jump up and down! That's crazy!! I'm topless!"
"That's why I wanna watch you bounce, Miss Anderson. A few light calisthenics. It loosens up your limbs and let's me see how the muscles respond. Besides, you're still wearing your old fashioned granny panties, so it's not like you're naked."
"I don't wanna!" she croaked. "Please! I - I just want a massage! No more!"
"For liability reasons, I can't begin work on your body until I evaluate your health and conditioning. So hands on your head, and jump. Or no massage."
This made no sense! She wanted to cry! But... what choice did she have? She needed a massage!
Anne the Axe took a deep breath, bent her knees - and jumped!
She jumped up and down, up and down! Right in front of the smirking doctor. Her voluptuous body shook obscenely - her hips, belly, thighs and ass. Her tits were leaping around like they had a mind of their own! They were bouncing in every direction - even whacking her in the face! GOD!! There - there was no way to suck-in her tummy, or arch her back, or hide her flaws - everything was jiggling out in the open!
Anne had never before felt so hideously exposed...
"Well, well, well! Your stomach sure loosened up in a hurry! Your hips, too. Tsk, tsk. You have no muscle tone at all! There's a few moles I want to keep my eye on, however." He took some more pictures while Anne was jumping. Every single part of her body was gyrating - and her breasts swung wildly!
"Keep your hands on your head and bend your knees. Lift your thighs. Okay, grab your ankles. Good girl. Now squat."
She was squatting, panting, sweating... Her panties were becoming damp and wedging themselves back up her ass and pussy. She prayed they were damp from sweat - and nothing more!
"My tits!" she sobbed. "This hurts SO MUCH! Let me stop jumping! Please!"
"Okay, Miss Anderson. Face down on the massage table."
Completely gassed, Anne collapsed on the table, trying to catch her breath. Her big butt faced the ceilings, and her sweaty panties clung like a second layer of skin over her body. Pant... pant... pant...
"Th - thank you, Doctor!"
Dr. Dan grabbed the top of her granny panties - and in one fell swoop, he peeled them down her hips, thighs, legs and feet!
"My - my panties!" she shrieked. "Kim doesn't make me take off..."
She was now fully naked!
Her BARE ASS was completely exposed! She shuddered... and remembered her pimply, pale ass looking like cottage cheese in the mirror...
He gave her tush a playful slap.
"Well, I'm not Kim." He held her panties to his nose and sniffed. Then he examined the inside of the crotch. "Miss Anderson! There's a yellow stain here! Are you having trouble with controlling your bladder?"
"NO!!! I - I - I sometimes leak a little, that's all! Please! Don't look at that! Please!" The sexy teacher had never been so humiliated! Oh, GOD!! A younger, good-looking doctor was scrutinizing EVERYTHING about her! Even the stains on her undies!
"Lots of older women have problems with bladder control. It's nothing to be embarrassed about, but I need you to be honest."
"I don't have a problem!" she cried. "Just, when I get scared sometimes... I - I - pee myself!"
"Are you scared now?"
"A - a little, sir!" Her heart skipped a beat. Anne the Axe was... scared?
"Try not to piss yourself, Miss Anderson, or I'll have to hose you down outside and stick you in a diaper. Okay, let's begin your massage..."
He started massaging her ample white ass with both hands. Gentle at first. It felt... nice. He was lightly kneading her sore buttocks, staying respectfully away from her crevice.
Ahhh... this - this was why she came in here... work my ass, pretty doctor! Yeah, that's good... And then my back. Yes...
But then he got rougher. Much rougher.
His hands were hard! Gripping MUCH tighter than Kim ever did!
She gasped when she realized what he was doing! This young doctor! He - he was SPREADING her! Her... her anus was getting spread open!
"NO!! Stop!! What are you doing?! Don't do that! Don't - Don't look down there!!"
"Miss Anderson, you smell a little musky 'down there.' And you missed quite a few anal-hairs while you were shaving, it looks like. Three, four... five of them. Big, black curly hairs. Ewwwww!!! Is that a PIMPLE?"
"Wh - WHAT?!!!" she shrieked. She - she wasn't strong enough to squeeze her ass cheeks closed! She tried - but she couldn't!
Her anus was being stretched open - and Dr. Dan just counted the hairs around her puckered bung! One at a time!
"When was your last bowel movement?"
Anne turned crimson. "I - I - yesterday! Wh - why?!"
Dr. Dan began massaging her asshole! She - she felt like she might blackout! (Or... even worse, have an earth-shattering orgasm...)
Oh, no! She was getting wet!
"Doctor?! Ooh! Oooooh! Is... is that your finger?!! OOOOHHH!! OHHHHHHHHH!!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
"Loosening up your sphincter. You'll be able to shit again in a few hours. Works like magic."
Anne's brain was spinning. She was grunting like an animal.
The doctor wiggled his finger. Miss Anderson squealed like a piglet: Grunt, grunt, grunt! Slobber was dripping down her chin.
"Now roll over. I want to see the rest of you!"
"Nooo! Please, I - I wanna go home! I've had enough! No more! Let me dress and go home!"
"C'mon, we don't have all day. Flat on your back, arms down, legs spread. It's time to see what all the fuss is about."
She wanted to cry! She was being completely stripped of her "Anne the Axe" alter-ego! This baby-faced doctor was unraveling her! No! She - she couldn't give this jerk the satisfaction of a full frontal view of her intimate female anatomy! It was all she had left!
But... what choice did she have?
"Oh, Dr. Dan!"
She rolled to her back. Like a beached whale.
It was as if she had officially surrendered to her young conqueror:
Her big, meaty tits had sagged over to her sides, towards her armpits, revealing that her breasts had lost all their firmness. She felt the fat rolls appear on her belly as she squirmed and raised her thighs...
And - hallelujah! - her famous pussy was facing Dr. Dan's face. The pussy of Anne the Axe!
Shaved.
And very, very pink.
Her pussy lips were thick and wide, and her cute clitty poked daintily out. It was a sight to behold: Anne the Axe, as naked as the day she was born!
And she was spread out on the massage table... the overhead lights shining down brightly... every single part of her was fully exposed...
"Miss Anderson! You certainly have an unusual physique. Okay, let's begin..."
Dr. Dan began massaging her tits! But he spent an inappropriately long time playing with her sensitive nipples...
"Doctor Dan!" she yelped. "My nipples are fine! I - I need help with my back!! I - I... Oooohhh.... oh, that feels..."
"Yeah, your back is in terrible shape. Your tits sag a lot, don't they?" He grabbed her nips and shook her gelatinous breasts.
Tears poured down her pretty eyes. "Yes... they sag! It's gotten worse! I - I don't know what to do!"
"How far down do they sag?"
"Almost all the way to my bellybutton!" she cried.
Dr. Dan burst into laughter. "Say that louder! Say that again!" He pointed his phone at her.
"MY TITS SAG ALMOST ALL THE WAY TO MY BELLYBUTTON!!" the disgraced woman screamed.
He moved down and massaged her tummy and thighs.
"Miss Anderson, you put on some weight recently."
"What?!" she protested. How dare he! "Sh - shut up!! I told you, your scale is broken!" Anne wished she could vanish into thin air! The same lady who struck fear in the hearts of schoolchildren was having her nude body critiqued by a total stranger!
"Oh, I can tell how the fat is concentrated around your 'problem areas.' Here and here." Dan was massaging the fat around her belly and thighs. "See these rolls of fat? How much weight have you gained?"
"Only, uh, 5 pounds! Honest!"
"Yeah, right! I'm guessing more like 15!"
He started to massage her inner thighs... very close to her vaginal mound. Her whole body was boiling...
"Okay!" she sobbed. "15 pounds! I'm sorry!!"
"Be careful about graining any more weight, Miss Anderson. You're getting tubby. Imagine if everyone discovered that the legendary Anne the Axe is really just a 151-pound fatty with a big jelly-belly!" He groped and gripped her loose stomach flesh.
"I - I'll try harder!! I promise!!" she wailed. "Don't tell anyone!!"
He put his hands on her bare pussy! She - she couldn't speak! The young doctor was touching her most intimate part!
"Ah," he grinned. "The blade of the axe!"
A look of absolute terror was in her eyes... as he began massaging her! But then he stopped. His nose wrinkled:
"Your pussy smells funny, Miss Anderson. Pee-yewww!! Like old fish! You need a good cleaning."
He pulled at her folds, opened her pussy lips and SMELLED her!
"Disgusting, Miss Anderson. We're gonna have to air this stinky thing out."
"Oh God!! I'm sorry, Dr. Dan!! That's never happened before! This will be our secret - okay?!!"
He was slapping her pussy lips together until they made a FLAP sound, opening and closing her Holiest of Holies! Flap, flap, flap! Instead of worshipping her vagina, he was degrading her... taking away her axe... taking away EVERYTHING.
"Let's see what we have here... Interesting! I see how moist you are, Miss Anderson. Every time I touch you here -" She jolted, kicked her thighs and moaned in ecstasy! Grunt, grunt! "- you start creaming yourself. Yup, there it goes. Try not to lose control, you horny old hag!"
"OH!! OH!! OH!!"
"See? Like that! All I have to do is touch THIS."
"OH!! OH!!" Grunt, grunt.
He continued to spread, rub and explore the crown jewel of her femininity. She was gasping, sobbing and squealing.
Dr. Dan gripped her clitoris and shook it. "So this is your itsy-bitsy clitty, Miss Anderson?"
"Yessir!!" Her clitoris... she - she was sprawled out naked... and this young doctor was playing with her clitoris! The pinacle of her sexuality now belonged to him.
"Does it always get engorged like a pink, puffy dick when you get horny?"
"Yessir!! Yessir!! Yessir!!"
"So you're a horny girl right now?" He was tugging up and down on her clitty - making a total mockery of her femininity! Her most sacred body parts were being desecrated! Her entire aura was being dismantled! Tug, tug, tug! "Tell me what a horny girl you are, Anne the Axe."
"Ohhhh... Super horny girl, sir!" she moaned. Grunt, grunt, grunt...
It was a breathtaking transformation: The High School Sex Symbol was being completely dissected on the table! All that was left was this quivering, grunting, naked mess...
"The great and powerful Anne the Axe! With her clothes on, she's the toughest teacher in school! And with her clothes off, she's a scared fat girl who desperately needs an orgasm!"
"Y - Yessir!" Grunt, grunt.
The doctor spanked her pussy twice.
"OOOooooh!! Dr. Dan! Nooooo..."
He worked in a finger! God!!! Her masseuse was now FINGERING her! This young man's finger was INSIDE her pussy!
Right down to his knuckles!
She felt her pussy stretch around his finger: Every vaginal nerve-ending being rubbed - like an itch that needed to be scratched...
"Just relax, Miss Anderson. I've been waiting years for this moment."
"Yessir!" Grunt, grunt...
He started massaging harder! THREE fingers worked their way inside her pussy - and one was tickling her anus! GOD!!! She nearly came on the spot!
...But what did Dr. Dan mean about waiting YEARS for this moment?! That voice...
Then it hit her:
Oh, no. OH NO!!
"Doctor Dan" was Daniel Decker. Formerly the high school football star.
She was his teacher.
He fucked and dumped half the cheerleaders. Even tried to date Anne the Axe. She turned him down, but he lied to his stupid buddies about fucking her. So she led him on. Winked at him. Licked her fingers in front of him.
Daniel unzipped his pants, pulled out his penis and tried to kiss her:
She kicked him in the groin and quickly took a photograph! He fell to the ground - in too much pain to cover himself. Now flacid and small, his wiener wiggled helplessly in his fly!
All the girls laughed. Anne laughed the loudest.
He was expelled. His football career was history. Nobody had seen him since.
Now... he was a doctor?! How?!
DANIEL DECKER had her like - like THIS?! Stripped of all her clothes?! He - he photographed her topless! He weighed her! He made her jump around like a fool in her panties! He measured her tits! He saw the stains in her undies! He counted the hairs in her asshole! He fingered her! He discovered all her secrets!
And his fingers were pumping both her cunt and anus! Fast and hard!
"Daniel Decker?!" she screamed. "OOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!!! H - How did you become a doctor?! Oohh!!"
He was grinning, watching her big tits jiggle like crazy on the table. Her potbelly was comically distended and her thighs were spread like a froggy! In and out, in and out, in and out went his fingers...
"I ain't a doctor," he said with a wink. "I'm a janitor. Well, a junior janitor. Thankfully, the receptionist warned me about some bitch causing a ruckus." He started fingering her HARDER...
"OH GOD!! A - A JUNIOR JANITOR?!! NOOOOO!!!" she howled. Grunt, grunt.
He pulled one hand free. It was covered in slime. He looked at it - and wiped her juices off on her face and in her mouth! OMG!! She had NEVER been disrespected like that! But his other hand was still inside her, rubbing and pumping...
"You can't go to medical school when you're expelled from high school, you dumb cunt. And now you're gonna make it ALL up to me!"
He held up his phone. No!! He - he was STILL filming her! And she was SO CLOSE to cumming!! She was rubbing her nipples in her fingers and bucking her naked hips, spreading her legs like a desperate schoolgirl!
"P - Put down the phone!! No pictures!! Stop!!"
But she couldn't stop grinding her wet, steamy crotch into Dan's fist!! Or groping her big fat titties and twisting her red-hot nipples...
"You want me to stop? Okay."
Daniel stopped. All at once. His fingers were motionless. He was as still as a statue as he held his phone at her.
"What are you doing?!!" she shrieked. Her hips bucked longingly at his hand. Over and over again, she rubbed her blazing pussy on his hand.
But his hand wouldn't move.
"I want you to say it, Anne the Axe. Say it!"
"You bastard! Anne the Axe wants you to touch her!! I'M SO HORNY!!" She was bawling like a baby, grinding her pussy on his unresponsive arm.
Dan unbuttoned his fly and whipped out his hard, young cock.
He... he was HUGE when erect!!
Her former student pushed the head of his penis next to her wet opening. She could feel the warmth of his body... and she could feel her juices starting to free flow...
"No! Dan!!" she pleaded. "I - I changed my mind! You can't!! I'm Anne the Axe!"
His phone was still aiming at her bare flesh. The expression on her face was priceless!
"Not anymore. For them, you're Anne the Axe. For me, you're my chubby, middle-aged whore!"
All at once... he thrust inside her! Hard!
"OHHHHHHH GOOOOOODDDD!!! OHHHHHHHHH!!! DAMMIT!! YOU - YOU - WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?!!! YES!! YES!! I - I - I - I'M YOUR CHUBBY, MIDDLE-AGED WHORE!!!"
Harder and harder and HARDER! Pounding away! Fucking the HELL out of her! Grunt, grunt, grunt, grunt...
He flipped her onto her stomach and started fucking her from behind - hamering his young cock at her pussy while riding her big ass cheeks like a cowboy - pulling so hard on her hair, he was jerking her whole head around!
"OH, DAN!!! OH, DAN!! YES!! YES!!! I'M YOUR CHUBBY MIDDLE-AGED WHORE!!!! I AM! I AM! I ADMIT IT! ANNE THE AXE IS DANIEL DECKER'S CHUBBY WHORE!!!!!"
He pulled out and threw her onto her back, head-first, flipping her like a ragdoll. Her legs were spinning and she was covered in sweat. Before she could protest, he had mounted he again - deeper and harder than before - and was annihilating her pussy, chopping The Axe down to toothpicks. Grunt, grunt, grunt - GRUUUUNNNT!
Miss Anderson submitted herself to the greatest orgasm of her life!
"OH DADDY!!!!!! OOOOWWWWWWWWWWGGGGGGGGGOOOOOOOOODDD!!!!"
She was spastically swinging her limbs. Drool and spit was all over her face. Her mouth and eyes were agape.
Daniel finished and rolled off. He wiped his dick clean on her mouth and hair.
Minutes later, she was STILL kicking her legs and grunting! It loked like she was getting fucked by an Invisible Man!
Daniel stood right next to her, filming the whole thing.
After zipping his pants back up, he took additional photos of her wet, naked flesh. He laughed: Anne the Axe in all her glory! Stripped bare! She had nothing left to hide! No more secrets! Her "mystique" was fully removed! He had plucked all the petals off her Feminine Flower! He filmed her fat-ass in the buff! He saw, touched, weighed, counted, measured and fucked EVERYTHING! Her fat tits, big ass, tummy rolls and hairless snatch! And then, he made her CUM like a desperate, old whore. He... OWNED her!
He owned the real Anne Anderson. All 151 pounds. Just look at her! Naked and sprawled, with juices dipping out of almost every hole! Her gaping pussy was STILL leaking like a faucet!
She was a wet, sweaty, mess.
He lifted her thighs and positioned her ass and pussy for some extra-special pictures...
Miss Anderson became alive and began rubbing her pussy again. Her middle finger went inside her. Then two fingers. She kissed his hand submissively. "D - Daniel...?"
"Yes?"
Her hips began to buck, and she looked up obediently at her ex-student. She batted her eyes, spread open her pussy and fully enslaved herself in the chains of the man who had finally conquered her.
"Can you... do that again? My back still hurts... real, real bad..."
"Yes, Miss Anderson."
THE END
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