My Descent with Sarah Pt. 09

It took longer than we expected for Sarah's interview with 'Aphrodite' magazine to be published. We had been flown down to London first class - clearly Aphrodite recognised Sarah as the VIP she now was. Sarah had spent the day posing in various outfits and positions for a very professional photographer. He kept having to reign her in, telling her to stop fingering herself, much as it made for a great picture; these photos were not allowable on the pages of Aphrodite.

We were not recognised during the trip, although I was pretty sure one or two might have guessed who we were in the airport, whilst we waited for our return flight. But nobody approached us.

We spent the time whilst we waited to prepare our new website. James's (our interviewer, who Sarah happened to fuck) idea was no doubt a very good one. We had plenty of money to get things started, Sarah was still on full pay from the college, but also had nearly a thousand pounds in cash from her lap dancing. So, we'd been living off the cash, meaning money was just accumulating in the bank from our wages.

The site was effectively ready. The name still wasn't set in stone, but Sarah's favourite was simply 'SarahClarkeSex dot com. I couldn't think of anything better, and Sarah seemed to get a kick from the fact it was her full, real name. It was true that there was no point trying to hide it, given how public she now was.

We'd discussed how it should work. Sarah definitely wanted a participation aspect - she wanted to encourage feedback. There would also be a section where 'tributes' could be uploaded, taking us back to that first day when we posted her up for the pleasure of the Exhibitionist-UK users.

We had, as James had mentioned, a huge amount of material on our hands already. I had the task of uploading everything we had, my burgeoning stash transferred onto the site. This was surprisingly labour intensive. Lots of couples might have a few naughty photos and videos but in the short time we'd been together I'd amassed literally terabytes of homemade, hardcore pornography with Sarah as the star.

"If it's going to be our full-time job, then I want it to be the best fucking website it possibly could be," was Sarah's attitude.

I knew, once it was live, it was going to be something better than I could have never dreamed possible in the filthiest of my teenage fantasies.

Sarah had also been in touch with Park Lane lap dancing club. They had understandably been very interested in her coming back in to do some shifts. Initially, and most insultingly I thought, they weren't offering any improvements on their usual rates. Sarah was now very well known across the country, and her name would undoubtedly be worth a huge amount to the club.

After much discussion and negotiations with Sarah and her manager (me!) we'd agreed on a one-off appearance fee for Sarah, and any tips and private dance fees would be solely her own. Security would have to be extremely tight, with double the usual number of bodies - and there was usually a good number of bodies on any usual night.

Her fee was initially to be ten thousand pounds. It's a figure I never would have asked for, until they suggested five thousand. However, they had then tried to include Sarah being the face of Park Lane, as in her picture on the front of the club, on adverts etc.

I refused this point blank, although part of Sarah liked the idea of so much exposure. I managed to persuade her not to hand over this much control of her image so easily.

So, we compromised, and Sarah featured fairly prominently at the entrance to the club, wearing a 'Park Lane' T-Shirt, with various pictures of her distributed throughout the building.

When I came to give her the news of what her appearance fee would be, Sarah was very impressed with my negotiation skills.

"Twenty Grand?! Oh my god! That's more than half a year's wages when I was teaching. In one night!"

"Don't forget the tips. I imagine you can charge a bit more than twenty pounds for a five-minute private dance now. And it's all in your pocket, no cut for the club from that money."

"Aren't you quite the little pimp!" she laughed. "And what slice is my manager demanding for all his hard work?"

"Blobjob would be nice," I said cheekily. Sarah, of course, was happy to agree.

It was now Wednesday. Aphrodite - 'The Sarah Clarke Special' was due to be released the next day, but we were already in possession of our copy, we'd received three through the post that morning.

We'd already fucked once, whilst Sarah leafed through the nearly one hundred pages, (albeit at least twenty-five being adverts,) enjoying the sight of her revealing herself to the world.

We both thought they had done an amazing job with the cover. Sarah was spreadeagled, clearly naked, her key features strategically obscured by the 'Wife of the year' Aphrodite magazine which had caused her to leave her job. She was holding it in front of her crotch, cover clearly visible as she smiled invitingly.

As promised, the interview was not edited or changed in any way. However, it certainly spiced up the reading, having pictures alongside the words of Sarah in various revealing poses.

"I'm holding myself open in pretty much all of the shots," she observed.

"You are," I'd agreed, approvingly, whilst slowly pumping in and out of her nice slippery, warm cunt. "It's lovely seeing you stretching your little hole for everyone to wank over."

"Everyone's going to see it, aren't they?"

"Anyone who wants to," I agreed.

"Anyone who's interested in seeing what I look like naked, they can just buy my magazine, I'm there right on the cover inviting them to look at my cunt."

"Your name is on the cover. And there you are on every page, holding that lovely cunt right open, so they can see inside, see how wet you are... Look at some of those close-ups."

Sarah was pushing back against my thrusts eagerly now.

"How many people that know me, that I've worked with, that I've taught, how many are going to buy this and wank over me?"

"I'm going to hazard a guess at 'pretty much all of them'. Everyone who wants to take a look at you will be doing it. Even those mad enough not to want to, they'll be seeing you looking down from the top shelf every time they go into a shop, inviting them to take a look.

Sarah degenerated into the familiar, excruciatingly exciting, foul mouthed, slutty girl that I love as she started to orgasm at the thought.

Despite her already high profile being raised hugely with the release of this magazine, we spent most of the following day ferrying Sarah around various shops. Initially she said she just wanted to see herself up on the top shelves around town, but this then inevitably degenerated into her purchasing multiple copies. One shop in particular she was keen to visit, and she invited me to come in with her.

"Hi," she announced her presence boldly as she strode inside. The shop was the one at the entrance to the college. When I saw the lad by the till, I realised this was someone she'd already had a little fun with, when she was here just a few weeks back buying the previous pornographic magazine with herself on the cover.

The lad was clearly pleased to see her.

"Oh, hi... Sarah, right?"

"You remembered! How nice," she cooed.

"Well it's not hard," he nodded at the top shelf, where The Sarah Clarke Special took pride of place.

"It's amazing, isn't it? Just a few weeks ago nobody had heard of me. And now look at me!" She reached up and grabbed a copy and started flicking through the pages slowly.

"Have you sold many copies?" The lad nodded.

"Never seen one of these mags sell more than a few a week. Sold more than twenty today, we only ordered thirty, the order for another 50 has just gone in!"

"Twenty! Really, that's good news."

Sarah was turning the open magazine around various angles, examining the pictures intently. "Have you had a look?" not waiting for the inevitable answer, she continued conspiratorially, "and what's your favourite part?"

The lad gulped and glanced down. Underneath the copy of 'The Sun', I could see Sarah's flesh visible on the glossy magazine it concealed.

"I think he's got a copy right there," I nodded, grinning at Sarah.

"Oh, thank you!," she smiled, leaning over and pushing the newspaper to one side.

The magazine was folded backwards, with a full-page picture of my girlfriend wearing classic black stockings and suspenders and nothing else. As was par for the course in these pictures, her vagina was spread as wide as she could stretch it.

"That is a good one. My favourite is the centrefold though, have you seen it?" The lad nodded.

"Let's have another look," Sarah encouraged him, and he flicked to the centre of the magazine letting the magazine fall open at the double-page picture of Sarah, in a similar pose to the previous one, cunt stretched wide.

This time she was totally naked save a pair of stiletto heels. In lurid lettering, surrounded by quotation marks, positioned as if it was coming from her mouth, was the quote from her interview: "I was basically getting fucked all day and night until we left."

"Yes, that one's definitely my favourite," Sarah confirmed. "What do you think?" her eyes dropped noticeably to the lad's crotch. Her eyes flicked over and caught mine, a wicked smirk on her face. I looked towards the door, Lots of passers-by but no customers.

"I think it's fucking amazing," came the reply.

"Here, have a feel of the real thing," Sarah offered, pulling down her stretchy black top and freeing her firm round tits. When her offer wasn't immediately acted upon, she grabbed his right hand and placed it deliberately on her left breast.

"Feel nice?"

He nodded, squeezing tentatively.

"Every time you're wanking over me, you can remember how this feels. And this," she reached over the counter and unzipped the fly of his jeans, delving inside and pulling out a very hard cock. The lad glanced at me, a look of pleading mixed with panic on his face.

"The shop's open, anyone could come in!"

"Oh, I'm sorry," Sarah muttered, eyes fixed on his cock, "do you want me to stop?"

"No! no, it's just..."

"Don't worry. It would be a shame not to finish the job. Look at you, all hard from looking at my pictures all day." Sarah began flicking through the magazine with one hand, whilst giving a slow, firm handjob to the young man behind the counter. She paused on a particularly filthy picture. Taken from behind, she was looking back over her shoulder whilst pulling the cheeks of her bum apart, totally revealing her glistening cunt and arsehole

"As soon as one cock was finished," she read slowly from the quote from her interview, "there was another ready to take its place. Never letting up. One in my mouth, two taking turns on my cunt and my arsehole."

The way she emphasised the filthiest words with such obvious delight made the young man almost wince, and she was clearly squeezing his cock with more vigour as he began thrusting back and forth against her firm grip. His hand squeezed her breast in time, seemingly mimicking her pressure on his cock

"What's your name?" she questioned, still flicking through the magazine with her free hand.

"It's...uuugh!" he was clearly ready to blow, Sarah was once again proving her expertise at coaxing an ejaculation in double-quick time. "It's...Sebastian."

"Sebastian, what a lovely name." Sarah was now reaching across for a black permanent marker. Still wanking him slowly, with her other hand she scribbled across the open centrefold:

'Sebastian,

Enjoy wanking over me!

Sarah X x X'

As he read what she'd written, he began convulsing and shooting thick streams of cum under the counter which flew a good couple of feet before hitting a glossy white cupboard door. Sarah watched this with fascination, still slowly milking the firm cock as the streams became less powerful and turned into drips, pooling on the tiled floor.

"How much is that please?" she asked

The lad looked at her nonplussed.

"The magazine?" Sarah knew fine well how much it was, she'd already purchased six copies today. And the price was clearly visible, superimposed onto her naked ankle on the cover.

"Oh, right. Yes, that's five ninety-nine please." His cock was still impressively erect, with a large stalactite of semen easing its way towards the floor from the tip.

Sarah handed over a ten-pound note that had no doubt been acquired from a punter she'd stripped for at the lap dancing club. Her tits were still bouncing freely, and she reached down and wiped the long drip of cum from Sebastian's penis before rubbing it around her left nipple as he battled with the till before handing her change.

"Thanks!" she said simply, pushing her breasts back inside her tight black top, but leaving a small, snail-trail on one side where her wet nipple had left a mark.

As she turned to leave, she was suddenly face-to-face with another young man she was obviously familiar with.

"Michael Swinburne! Hi, how are you doing?" He adopted a shocked expression as he registered who was addressing him. Following behind, three other lads entered the shop.

Although I knew my presence was absolutely fine with Sarah, I chose to hang back, not appearing to be accompanying my girlfriend at all. Instead, I made as if perusing the magazines, and took another copy of Aphrodite down and flicked through the pages, still within earshot. Sarah glanced over and seemed to get what I was doing immediately. The four boys stood gawping at their former teacher, who was proudly holding the porno mag which they'd clearly come to purchase a copy of.

"Here they all are, hi boys," she said with a hint of delight, eying each of them in turn. "Jack, Stephen, Phillip, I'm really glad to see you all."

"Hi Miss Clarke," said one, followed by another. The other two stayed quiet, but all eyes were on the cover picture of Aphrodite that Sarah was clutching to her midriff.

"Oh, yes, isn't it amazing, I'm famous!" she laughed, brandishing the cover at them. "Have you had a look?"

"We were just going to buy one -- you're... it's sold out nearly everywhere,"

"Is that right? Well that's great news. And you'll be glad to hear that I'm in stock here, look!" she pointed over above my head where she was smiling down from the top shelf, a couple of copies still available. I moved back into the far corner out of sight, as she strode over and took down the remaining copies.

"Oh, dear, there's only three copies left," she said with mock sadness. "Tell you what, one of you can have my copy, so you can have one each -- I wouldn't want anyone missing out!"

Sarah handed each of the lads a pristine copy of Aphrodite. Before handing over the last one, she walked over to Sebastian, who was watching on in a mixture of confusion, amusement and desire. She grabbed the pen she'd use to sign Sebastian's copy and turned back to the group of lads.

"Miss Clarke, we... we were only going to buy one," said Jack, brandishing a ten-pound note which appeared to be the net worth of all four of them.

"Oh, I see, that's a shame. We can't have that, what are you going to do, take turns with it? Or have a group wank over me?" She said it with such an air of matter-of-fact tone that it took a moment to register, but the lads glanced at each other, searching for an answer. Sarah wasn't expecting one.

"Here, consider it a gift from me." She turned back and strode over to Sebastian again, delving into her purse and handing him two further ten-pound notes to cover the three further purchases, before turning back and letting him keep the change.

"There you go, now you can each have me all to yourself," she grinned.

"Thanks, Miss Clarke,"

"Yeah, thanks very much!"

"Oh no, thank you. You know, when I was posing for these pictures," she opened the magazine again, turning side-on to make sure everyone could see. "I was so very, very turned on. Look," she pointed to a particularly graphic, close-up image of her vagina, "you can see how wet I was." She held the magazine in front of each of them in turn, showing them all the image of her soaking, spread pussy.

"The reason I was so turned on," she continued, "was that all I could think about was you guys, all the people at the college, looking at all of these dirty pictures of me."

She paused. Even from my position out of sight at the rear of the shop, you could cut the atmosphere with a knife. Just then an old lady entered the shop. She looked curiously at the little gathering just off to the side of the shop entrance before buying a copy of the evening newspaper and leaving with another puzzled glance.

"So, yeah, Sarah continued. "It's amazing to know you've each got a copy of your own. You can get nice and hard, and wank over me whenever you need to." Three of the four boys were holding their own copy, Sarah was still holding the fourth. She opened to the centrefold again, taking the pen and scribbling a message before handing it to Michael.

Then, in turn, she took each of the lad's copies and signed a personal message each. She later told me what she'd written:

"Michael,

Hope this makes you nice and hard,

Miss Clarke

XxX"

Phillip

Enjoy looking at my wet cunt,

Miss Clarke

X x X"

"Hi Stephen,

Try not to stick the pages together!

Miss Clarke

X x X"

"Jack,

Please wank over me!

Miss Clarke,

X x X"

She'd handed each of them their copies back with what I imagined was the same demeanour she'd used when handing them back their homework assignments. And she hadn't quite finished.

"On Saturday, I'm going to be at Park Lane again -- were you planning on going?"

"All the tickets sold out as soon as they went on sale," Michael said sadly.

"Well then, don't you know that it's not what you know, it's who you know?" she asked. "Don't worry, I'll make sure each of you are on the guest list, I would hate you to miss the show!"

"Really?"

"Oh wow, Miss Clarke, that's amazing!"

"Oh yes -- and what's more, anyone else from my class that you know. As long as they're eighteen, they'll be welcome too -- I'll make sure, just tell them to send me a message on Reddit. And I can promise you it will be worth it!"

She turned and left, leaving a shell-shocked group behind her. I hung around for a few minutes, still not sure why I didn't want to give away my presence and identity, giving me the opportunity to eavesdrop on their reaction to this unexpected encounter with their teacher, my girlfriend.

"Fucking hell," was the first thing I made out, which was repeated around the stunned group.

"Miss Clarke is just a fucking slut!"

"She bought us a copy of her porn. And fucking signed it!"

"She wants us to wank over her. What a fucking whore!"

"But what a fucking stunning whore -- she's so hot!"

"Isn't she, she's so sexy, so pretty."

"And so dirty with it. I think she's probably the perfect woman."

I agreed with them wholeheartedly, and as soon as I got back to the car and retold what I'd heard to Sarah, who was already extremely turned on by all of the recent events, she couldn't help but finger herself all of the way home, revelling in the lust she'd inspired in her former students.

It was Saturday night. 'Aphrodite - The Sarah Clarke Special' had been on sale for three full days. By halfway through Friday issues were impossible to find. I was backstage at Park Lane with Sarah and, for the first time I could remember, she was showing signs of nerves. Girls in various stages of undress milled around outside the open door, most giving a sideways glance as they passed - despite Sarah being just another dancer a few weeks earlier, she was now being afforded superstar status.

The other girls at the club might have been expected to show some resentment at the attention Sarah was being granted. However, the sheer numbers of punters she'd attracted meant all of them were due a bumper payday, so she was proving quite popular. All of them also knew she was working there, just like them, only a couple of weeks ago, which afforded her some respect.