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"A Shemale Submission": A Lust Story

"A Shemale Submission": A Lust Story

Summary: Author Jasmine falls for a hot new teacher with a big cock.

Note: Thanks to hfernandez1983 for the many pictures used in this story. He spent weeks getting these perfect for the many different scenes I requested. If you like the pictures in this story, please feel free to read the multi-chaptered series Cheerleader Mom and/or read hfernandez1983's own illustrated stories.

Note 2: Thanks to Robert, goamz86, Wayne and cuckdynasty for editing this story.

Note 3: This is a 2016 Valentine's Day Contest Story, so please vote. And although it is indeed an unorthodox and complex love story, it's a love story nonetheless.

Note 4: All fantasies will be done in bold to separate them from Jasmine's much less riveting reality.

Warning: This story is also very, very long (At just over 40,000 words and over 180 pictures)! It is a lengthy story of one of my fantasies, mixed with even more fantasies.

Author's Note in advance on multi-plot story and somewhat pretentious self-indulgence:

Many fans ask me often about my personal life, my writing philosophy and so forth. So I thought I would write a story that embeds one of my BIGGEST fantasies - to be taken by a shemale - and mix it with who I am as a writer and a teacher.

So I apologize in advance if this story at times comes off as pretentious... but it was a chance to write a very complex story, work with many of my fantasies, and also give some insight into my mind as I write.

Jasmine January 2016

"A Shemale Submission": A Lust Story

I have lived a dual life for years... since April 20th, 2010 to be exact. That was the day I released my first two erotic stories on Literotica: 'The Complete Submission' and 'The Perfect Fall'. Looking back at those two now, I cringe at my writing: my lack of character development, my vague semblance of a plot, and my 'by the numbers' sex scenes.

The persona people see is pretty simplistic. I teach English at a high school in a small town in Canada. I am a mother of two, a twenty year old son and an eighteen year old girl. My husband died a couple of years ago in an oilfield accident and I have been a single parent ever since. I have not dated at all since, and even if I did, I'm not sure it would be with a man. However, I wasn't ready to tell my children I might be a lesbian. Besides teaching, grading and coaching volleyball, I also take my son to football and my daughter to dance. I'm also a caring sibling. Both my sisters have been going through hard times and I have been there the best I can be. I'm also a concerned daughter who is always checking in on my aging parents. I am, without a doubt, the glue that keeps my family together.

My serious look:



The secret persona that no one, I mean no one (not even my late husband or my siblings) knows, is the erotica writer. I have been for years. And over the past five years, I have published over 200 stories in a few different sexual categories. Not to be pretentious, because that's not who I am, but my stories are read by thousands of people daily and I have stories with over a million reads (four of them). I started writing because I was bored at home one summer, when the kids were much younger and wanted to explore some of my fantasies (mostly lesbian) through writing. I didn't originally have any intention of releasing them online, but on a whim one day I created an account on Literotica, a new email address, and submitted my first two stories.

I had no idea that whim would forever change my life. I felt a rush when I saw them published; I felt a rush when I saw the stats (score, votes and reads); and I felt a rush when the stories received comments on the website or in an e-mail.

Sure, some were super negative, but the majority were positive and flattering.

I had no idea what an 'H' meant beside a story. I had no idea that readers could favourite stories or favourite authors. I also had no idea that it would stir a need in me to write more and to satisfy a need for recognition by strangers.

I started writing sequels to those stories and although they did okay, it was 'Bedding the Babysitter' that convinced me to write and publish regularly. The story took off and I have received hundreds of emails from fellow women, teenagers, and college girls sharing similar feelings with the protagonist Jenny. I learned I wasn't the only woman who questioned her sexuality. This story seemed to push curious girls to experiment, in the closet girls to accept who they were, and older women to explore their own lesbian sexual fantasies.

Learning that my stories impacted people flattered me, and I have been writing ever since... attempting to release a story a week.

Anyways, the point of this meandering ramble was that I had done a great job of keeping my two opposite personas separate.

Although it took months to become the submissive slut I often wrote about, in retrospect, it probably started the first day of a new school year.

Both of the other English teachers in our small department were gone (one retired and the other was on maternity leave). This threw me a bit as we had worked as a threesome (the non-sexual version of the term) for the past five years.

My school look... serious and professional... but sexy... and, like my username, always in stockings:



At school, I was a woman of habit and didn't like change. I had grown accustomed to how well we worked together and dreaded the thought of training two new first year teachers: it was obvious this would mean more work for me as I had to mentor both of them.

Now I probably sound like a bitch, but I'm not. I just hate training the new generation of teachers which are, for the most part, lazier than my generation.

Most of these worries faded when I actually met the new teachers I had prejudged without actually meeting them.

The male was a witty young man with a drama background, and wanted to perform a musical in the spring, something I had wanted to do for years, but couldn't pull off alone.

The female, Annabelle, I instantly knew was trouble. A redhead (my weakness), green eyes (my weakness), and legs clad in mocha coloured pantyhose (my ultimate weakness in both the nylons and the colour).



Although I had plenty of moments of temptation over the years, I had resisted taking a bite out of the apple of sin... at least when it came to my students... But a teacher on my staff? Well... that wasn't out of the realm of possibility.

I have been with a few women, including teachers, but always when I was out of town at conferences. Besides being a teacher, I also have a Masters Degree in Assessment and was often asked to keynote at conferences or do full days of school professional development.

I had travelled to all ten Canadian provinces and two territories, twenty-four American states, and this past year did my first European gigs hitting England, Belgium and Norway (I had my first Norwegian, as well as my first British woman during that trip). Those gigs had me already hired for a week-long tour in 2016 during my spring break where I was doing five keynotes in Italy. Much of my ancestry is there. I had already booked off a second week so I could travel Italy before ending in Paris so I could see The Louvre.

Again, off topic.

Anyways, I was instantly intrigued by the red haired, green eyed, young British woman, especially as I had often fantasized about wild nights in London with an older British woman who dominated me in ways I had only dreamed of. At twenty-five, Annabelle was much younger than me, yet she spoke as if much older.

She had travelled extensively and was really excited about this one year exchange.

Over the first month, I noticed a few things:

Like me, she wore nylons every day.

Like me, that even included casual Fridays where she wore pantyhose and heels with her jeans.

Like me, she kept her fingers and toes perfectly manicured.

She was a very touchy feely woman, unlike me, often touching my hand or arm when we were working together, which was often because we were assigned a period every second day to work together, along with the new guy, Mike.

She had a sexy English accent that somehow made everything she said sound sexy to me, just like the older woman back in London... who never did tell me her name... other than Mistress.

I was completely intoxicated by her and spent many nights imagining that she seduced me and made me her pet.

Annabelle had become my newest late night fantasy. My daughter in bed, marking was done, and I am in story mode for the evening, fantasy. I usually write for a couple hours before bed and then, when my writing gets me horny, I either put on some porn, usually lesbian, or fantasize about submissive to a dominant female.

Sometimes it was to students.

Sometimes it was to parents of students.

Sometimes it was to colleagues.

Sometimes it was to celebrities, especially younger pop stars who wore nylons like Taylor Swift or Selena Gomez, who both had turned into lovely, sexy women. Like seriously, Swift has to be a domme, Gomez a submissive (maybe a story I should write one day).

Sometimes it was to my two sisters... like I wrote about in the 'Three Sisters' story.

Sometimes it was to a couple of my friends.

But more times than not, it was to our second year principal... Ms. Rose. She was a beautiful, big breasted young woman, already principal at age twenty-eight, with a no-nonsense attitude.

Most of my fantasies had her coming to my room to have me lick her pussy whenever she needed to get off. The idea of being just a pussy pleaser (similar to many of my gay male stories where they were just cocksuckers) was a major turn-on. Just giving and not receiving... just being a good submissive (like so many of my protagonists... so many characters are based on my wide range of fantasies).

Here is one such fantasy I had played repeatedly for months before the arrival of Annabelle:

Parent teacher interviews are done. The last one was an exhausting one with a tiger mom who believed her child should have a 100. She was so intense that I had Ms. Rose join me for the interview since the parent had been a problem for all the teachers and the administration.

After almost an hour, the meeting ended, with no real conclusion or agreement with our assessment procedures, and she threatened to go to the board.

As soon as the parent left, Ms. Rose sighed, "Well, that was fun."

I laughed, "Yes, it was almost orgasmic."

Rose looked at me with a sly smile. "Interesting choice of words, Mrs. Walker."

"Sorry, Ms. Rose," I apologized, although truth be told, the way the mother treated me like a child both pissed me off and turned me on. More than once during the interview I had checked out the Asian woman's nylon-clad legs and imagined her taking me then and there, forcing me to give her child better grades.

"Your cheeks are all red," Ms. Rose noticed.

"It's hot in here," I said, even though the room was chilly.

"Oh, it can be," Ms. Rose quipped, as she walked over to me and asked, "Did the tiger bitch turn you on too?"

"What? No!" I lied.

"She did," Ms. Rose smiled, now directly in front of me.

"It's just, I, um, well," I was completely flustered. I found Ms. Rose incredibly attractive and she had been the focus of many of my dildo fucking sessions.

"You're a submissive, aren't you, Jasmine?" she asked.

"What? No, I...." I tried to defend.

"The bitch has me horny as hell," Ms. Rose revealed. "I wanted to throw her on the desk and shut her up my grinding my cunt on her pretentious face."

"You did?" I asked, as my panties instantly dampened.

"I did, and I think I plan to role play that exact situation with you," Ms. Rose shocked me. "Get on your desk, you fucking dumb bitch."

I gasped. "Ms. Rose, I ...."

"Now, you fucking bitch! You think you're a tiger mom? I'll show you where your place really should be," Ms. Rose roared.

Startled and shocked, yet equally turned on, I nervously got onto my desk.

"Lie down, bitch," she demanded, as she took off her skirt, to reveal she was wearing a garter-belt and stockings.

My pussy gushed again.

Now deciding to say 'fuck it', to go along with the role play, I protested, "Ma'am, this is highly inappropriate."

Ms. Rose smirked, "How you treated me and Mrs. Walker was incredibly inappropriate. Now it is time for you to return to your natural position in society... as a submissive."

I watched her get on my desk, straddle me, and lower her pussy to my face.

I was in awe. Her pussy was so inviting. My mouth watered as she grabbed my head and lifted it into her wetness.

"Get licking, you pretentious slut," Ms. Rose ordered, "it's time to eat some crow."

And I did.



I was also intoxicated by her. Even her pussy hair seemed to perfectly capture the exotic scent that only women have.

As I was swarmed by the intense scent and sweet taste, Ms. Rose kept talking.

"Lick my cunt, bitch," she ordered, roughly moving her pussy on my face. "This is the position you should always be in. Either on your back munching cunt or on your knees munching cunt."

"Yes, ma'am," I replied, between licks, trying to roleplay the typical subservient Asian as well as my usual submissive self... this crazy encounter a dream cum (wording on purpose.. LOL) true.

"About time you addressed me properly," Ms. Rose said. "Although the proper term is 'Mistress' and you are slave, pet, slut, bitch, twit, cunt-muncher, whore, and bimbo."

Each word sent chills through my body as I loved name calling. It always turned me on to be treated like a simple slut for another's pleasure.

"Yes, Mistress," I moaned.

"Yes, Mistress, what?" she asked, as she kept grinding her pussy on my face.

"Yes, Mistress, I'm just a stupid bimbo mother slut who should never have disrespected or questioned a superior woman like yourself," I answered, talking from the point of view of the tiger mom, but meaning every word.

"Such a fucking slut," she moaned, as she let go of my head and cupped her voluptuous breasts.



"How obedient of a slut, are you, bitch?" Ms. Rose asked a couple of minutes later.

"I'm your bimbo slave," I answered, speaking for me now and not the fictional tiger mom.

She stood up, turned herself around and squatted over me again. "Eat my asshole."

"But, ma'am," I feigned in role play mode.

"No buts, slut," Ms. Rose snapped, slapping both my tits. "Do as you're fucking told. Now get that tongue up my asshole."

"Yes, Mistress," I obeyed, as I craned my head up slightly to reach her puckered rosebud, another unique scent and taste hitting my senses.

"That's it, bitch," she moaned. "You came in here to put us in our place, and now you are being put in your place."

"Yes, Mistress," I agreed.

"I've wanted to do this all year," she said.

"Me too," I answered, no longer the tiger mom, but the submissive sex writing teacher who had long fantasized about this type of submission.

"I bet you have," she purred.



I licked her asshole for a couple more minutes until she got off of me and said, "My knees are getting sore, come finish me off over here."

"Yes, Mistress," I obeyed, following her to a nearby table.

She sat on it, spread her legs and smiled, "The other position bitches like you should always be in is... on their knees.

"Yes, Mistress," I eagerly nodded, as I dropped down onto my knees, moved between her nylon-clad legs, and buried my face in her sweetness.

"Such an eager bitch," she moaned. "You may actually earn yourself an A yet."

I purred, "I want to earn an 'A' plus, Mistress."

"Then you'd better show me just how good a submissive little cunt munching whore you really are," she responded.

"Yes, Mistress," I obeyed, exploring every crevice of her pussy, wanting to give her the best orgasm she had ever experienced.

"Oh yes, slut," she moaned, as she leaned back. "Use that wicked tongue of yours for good for once."



I kept licking, exploring, and teasing, wanting to get her revved up before I moved to her swollen clit.

"That's it, bitch," Ms. Rose moaned, before adding, surprising me, "I think I'll have your little nerd daughter earn her grade this way too."

"What, ma'am?" I asked, acting surprised in my role play.

"Your daughter is a dyke, just like you," Ms. Rose continued. "She has been munching on cheerleader pussy all semester."

"What? No!" I gasped, looking up at her.

Ms. Rose laughed. "Your daughter doesn't tutor the cheerleaders. No she is being tutored in how to be a pussy pleasing rug munching whore... just like her mother."

"No," I said, looking defeated.

"Like mother, like daughter," she shrugged, grabbing my head and pulling me deeper in. "Now stop talking and keep licking, slut."

I obeyed, really enjoying the twisted wickedness of the role play. As I licked, I imagined sweet, nerdy Jung in between the legs of some of the cheerleaders, especially Robyn who was one of the most beautiful girls I had ever taught and knew it.

"Stop fucking teasing me, bitch. Suck on my fucking clit," she demanded.

I obeyed. This made her legs twitch.



A few flicks and then some concentrated pressure was all it took as Ms. Rose's orgasm was close.
"Don't stop, bitch," she demanded, her breathing getting erratic.

I took her clit into my mouth.

"Oh yes, if your daughter wants to be Valedictorian I'm going to use my strap-on and fuck your daughter's ass in my office," Ms. Rose declared.

"Use the bitch as you wish," I replied, as I continued the aggressive attention on her clit.

"You want me to ass fuck your daughter, slut?" she questioned.

"Like mother, like daughter," I responded, the idea of her using my eighteen year old daughter suddenly popping into my head.

"You want it in the ass too?" she asked.

"Yes," I admitted, just as she came.

"Yesssss, you whore, I'm coming," she screamed.



I eagerly lapped up her cum as she kept my face buried in her pussy.

As you can see, I'm a twisted woman.

The idea of being dominated, forced to serve other women, especially younger girls, legal of course, kept me wet at school, horny at night, and stimulated my creative juices as I wrote story after story... releasing at least one a week (not to mention the fact I usually had between 5-15 stories in the can for release).

As I already mentioned, although I look prim and proper on the outside, my fantasies are all of being used like a dirty slut.

I want to be dominated.

I want to be used by other women.

I even have started fantasizing about my own eighteen year old daughter, Tori.

I have written many incest stories throughout the years, mostly son and mom, but a few daughter and mom. At the time, I wasn't thinking at all about my daughter... but now... these feelings emerged.

Tori was incredibly fit, being an athlete who was a starter on both the volleyball and basketball team, as well as being a runner in track & field.

Tori was intense and hated to lose when on the court or field, but otherwise was a sweetheart.

Actually, she was one of the sweetest young ladies you could ever meet. She volunteered at an old folks' home, coached younger kids at basketball, and was a youth group leader.



The fact that I sometimes fantasized about her was so wrong... but my pussy and naughty mind didn't care about that when revved up.

Now, even though I had begun to have my daughter show up in my submissive fantasies, I had no intention of ever doing anything about it.

It was just a fantasy... like all my others.

I wasn't going to be seduced by a student; I wasn't going to be gangbanged by big black cocks; I wasn't going to become a lesbian submissive to a sorority; and I surely wasn't going to have an incestuous relationship with my daughter.

The reality was fantasy was just that... fantasy.

Annabelle and I became friends, and although I couldn't prove it, I felt she had a crush on me. I, of course, had a major crush on her.

In October, Annabelle suggested we dress up together for Halloween. I agreed, and she suggested we go as cheerleaders, thinking it would be ironic.

We did, got lots of compliments, and I think a lot of erections from the teenage boys.

She also insisted I come to a Halloween party on a yacht with her. Since the kids were old enough to do their own thing, I agreed. Plus, I really wanted to go on a yacht. She also insisted we had to dress a lot sexier.

I protested, "Sexier than a too tight cheerleader outfit?"

"Yes," she nodded. "Come to my house and you can choose one of my outfits."

"Okay," I said, joking, "Am I your Barbie girl?"

She smiled, dripping with innuendo, "If you were, I'd bend you in so many interesting positions."

I laughed, "I'm not overly flexible."

She winked, "You'd be surprised the positions you can get yourself in to."

That night, she ended up in a Wonder Woman outfit that showcased her amazing body. She insisted I wear an outfit as a comic character I had never heard of before: Zatanna. Apparently, she was a stage magician superheroine and sexy as hell. I didn't care... I looked hot in the outfit.

Of course, I couldn't help but check out Annabelle's massive breasts... so much bigger than mine and framed so perfectly in her Wonder Woman outfit.

We headed to the party and I felt rich and decadent as I boarded the yacht. I had been worried that I would look too slutty, but that worry ended when I walked onto the yacht. There was slutty everything: nurse, doctor, witch, fire fighter... even Wilma Flintstone.

Annabelle introduced me to a few people she knew and after an hour or so I lost her. I chatted with a couple guys, including one who gave me a very detailed history of my character, as well as a pretty college student who I thought was hitting on me.

After a few drinks, I was rather tipsy and decided I needed to find Annabelle before I did something I might regret. It had been so long since I had real sex that I was willing to do something with a stranger that night. Halloween was the night to slut it up.

As I searched for Annabelle, I wondered if I was ready to have sex with a woman? It had been my most predominant theme in the stories I had written. The 'Lesbian MILF Seductress' series, 'Becoming a Lesbian Slave', and 'Lesbian Seduction: A Stockings Tale' all were stories of younger women seducing and usually domming older women... which was my ultimate fantasy. That was what I wanted in theory, but was way too insecure to actually do it.

There were some cute and some super-hot younger women at the party and if one of them hit on me, I thought tonight would be the night I succumbed.

I figured I had nothing to lose.

Then everything changed.

After searching the entire main floor, I headed up on top. I reached the deck, walked around a corner, and then saw Annabelle... with another girl... kissing.



I sighed. Why didn't she want to kiss me?

I watched them kiss passionately, not seeming to care if they were caught.

My pussy dampened as I imagined it was me kissing Annabelle. Her hands groping my ass.

I watched, like some pervert, unable to take my eyes off the sensual lesbian act.

I couldn't stop imagining it was me kissing her.

I walk up to her and say bluntly, "What about me?"

Annabelle breaks the kiss of the stranger and smiles, "What took you so long?"

"I didn't know you were a lesbian," I answer.

She walks over to me and asks, "Who says I am?"

I stammer, "You're not?"

She smiles, "Well, I do like you, Jasmine."

A chill goes up my spine at those simple and yet powerful words.

Then she leans in and kisses me.



My body melts into hers as she wraps her arms around me and pulls me into a romantic embrace, one I had been imagining for a while.

Her hand squeezes my ass and I moan in her mouth.

I am hers.

I will do whatever she tells me to.

I will obey.

I was drawn out of my brief fantasy as I heard the words, "Oh fuck, so big."

I opened my eyes, peeked around the corner and gasped. The pretty young girl I was jealous of was bent over and it seemed Annabelle was fucking her. I also realized the young girl was the wife of a Congressman.

I stared like a deer in the headlights... unable to move... paralyzed with shock.

"You like that, slut?" Annabelle asked, as she slammed into her, indeed fucking her.

"Oh yes, biggest cock I've ever had," the girl moaned, clearly enjoying the fucking.

"You have one tight cunt," Annabelle said, her hands firmly on the girl's hips.

"For a cock like yours I do," the woman said.



Annabelle laughed, "Fair enough. Maybe you need my dick in your arse."

"God, no," the younger girl said, even as she moaned. "My screams would alert the entire yacht."

"Alert everyone that you're a cock hungry slut?" Annabelle asked.

"For you, always," the girl said, implying this may have not been the first time they had got together.

I watched forever, completely in awe of what I was witnessing. I loved Annabelle's dominant persona. She was exactly how I had envisioned her in my fantasies. She was also exactly what I envisioned a dominant to be.

Yet I wondered how she had hidden a strap-on with her. She didn't bring a purse, nor had she any accessory with her costume to hide it. And seriously, how big could it actually be if it was hidden in her outfit?

"Oh yes, I'm going to come," the girl said.

"Come, my little cock slut," Annabelle ordered.

"Oh yes, harder, pound me harder with that massive cock," the girl moaned in ecstasy.

Annabelle roughly fucked her and a few hard, deep thrusts later the girl was coming, actually covering her mouth to prevent the entire yacht from hearing her.

Seconds later, Annabelle pulled out, and ordered, "Now take my load, slut. I don't have all night."

I gasped.

Annabelle had a cock.

A huge mother fucking cock.

Twice the size of my deceased husband's.

The younger woman turned around, dropped to her knees and stroked the massive cock.



Annabelle then roughly shoved the cock in the younger girl's open mouth.

"That's it princess, take all of my cock," Annabelle ordered.

I smirked, 'As if she has a choice', as I watched Annabelle pump her huge cock in the girl's mouth.

I wanted that cock.

I needed that cock.

Yet, I remained in the shadows watching.



I wanted to be face fucked that roughly.

Annabelle pulled out, saliva dripping out of the girl's mouth, and sat down.

"Come finish me off, my eager cum slut," Annabel ordered.

The woman obeyed, turning around and devouring Annabelle's cock.

She devoured the entire thing, making me wonder if I could.

Suddenly Annabelle grunted, even her grunting sound was sexy, "Swallow it all. We don't want any on your cute costume."



Annabelle kept pumping as she deposited an entire load in the girl's mouth. She then said, "Shit, we have been here a while. Charlie probably can't keep people from the deck forever."

I had seen a stone-faced security guard at the stairs, but he let me right past.

Yet, no one else had followed since.

That was weird.

Why had he let me come on to deck?

Was there any chance that Annabelle wanted me to see this?

Any chance that this was planned?

My head was spinning.

Not sure if it was planned or a major coincidence, and worried I may get caught, I tiptoed back out to return to the party. I went past the guard, who was now smiling knowingly, and been blocking the entrance to go up, to the washroom, to an empty stall, pulled my skirt and panties down, and began to touch my fevered pussy.

I imagined they were both shemales as I closed my eyes:

"Get over here, Jasmine, you peeping Tom," Annabelle ordered.

I apologized, "I-I-I'm sorry."

"For what?" she asked, her big hard cock aiming at me, like a sniper's scope preparing to shoot her target.

"For watching," I admitted.

"Did you enjoy what you were watching?" she asked.

"Yes," I admitted, not being a good liar.

"Get over here," she ordered again.

I timidly walked over to them and realized the stranger had a cock too.

"Knees," she ordered.

"But, I..." I began.

"Now!" she demanded firmly.

"Yes, ma'am," I obeyed, shifting into submissive mode.

"Ma'am," she smiled, her cock now directly in front of me. "Is Jasmine a little submissive slut?" she asked.

"Yes," I nodded, staring at her cock.

"Yes, what?" she questioned, looking down at me.

"Yes, ma'am," I nodded, wanting that cock in my mouth.

"What do you want?" she questioned.

"To suck your cock, ma'am," I admitted, reaching for it.

"What about my friend, Emerald?" Annabelle asked.

I looked at her nice hard cock too, smiled and answered playfully, "I think tonight it's suck one cock, suck a second for free."

"Oh, you will be doing much more than sucking cock," Annabelle said with a wicked smile. "Now stroke both of our cocks. Get them both ready for that sweet looking mouth of yours."

"Yes, ma'am," I nodded, as I reached for Emerald's cock.

I stroked both, wanting them in my mouth, my pussy, and my ass.



Both cocks were so hard.

Both cocks were so big.

Annabelle purred, "I knew from the day I met you I would eventually have you on your knees ready to serve me."

I asked, looking up, "You did?"

"Oh yes," she nodded. "You look all sweet and innocent on the outside, but you scream cum craving whore underneath."

"I do?" I asked, surprised anyone could see past my boring, strong-willed exterior.

"Oh yeah," she laughed. "You barely make it through the day without touching yourself, don't you?"

"Well...."

"You fantasize about students taking you and making you their cock slut, their pussy munching slut, their gangbang slut," she listed, making my panties damp.

I couldn't believe she knew such things. I didn't remotely show it in class. Although everything she said was true. I replied, trying to be the slut I always want to be, but never am, "I also think about my colleagues." I then took her cock in my mouth.



"Oh, I know you do," she groaned, as I sucked her cock while simultaneously stroking Emerald's hard cock.

I bobbed slowly on the cock, savoring it, and getting used to having a cock in my mouth after a couple years of none. Thankfully, it really was like riding a bike, you just have to get back on and ride, which instantly made me wonder what something so big would feel like slamming into my pussy or maybe even reaching impossible depths in my ass.

"You look great with a mouthful of cock, Jasmine," she complimented.

"You look great with a cock," I countered back.

"Don't forget about your new friend Emerald here, she is the host here tonight and deserves to be thanked for hosting such a gala," Annabelle said.

I reluctantly took Annabelle's cock out of my mouth, but kept stroking the majestic cock as I moved to Emerald's almost as impressive cock. It hit me then that the Congressman likely loved getting fucked up the ass. For some reason this turned me on.

I took Emerald's cock in my mouth and slowly sucked it.



I went back and forth for a couple of minutes, sucking and stroking; stroking and sucking... literally in cock slut heaven.

"Let's really see you suck cock, Jasmine," Annabelle said. "I want to see you take my entire cock between those sexy lips."

"Yes, ma'am," I nodded, as she sat down on a bench.

I crawled to her, loving the unspoken implication of a woman crawling to a hard cock.

"You look so good on all fours," Annabelle purred, as I reached her. "But I want you naked, Jasmine. Let's see that body you try so hard to hide."

"Really?" I asked. Even though I had already stroked and sucked two cocks on a yacht deck, being completely naked seemed to be a bit too risqué.

"Now, Jasmine," Annabelle ordered.

"Um, okay, ma'am," I nodded, deciding I wasn't going to say no to her. I wanted someone to be in control of me and I wanted that cock.

I got undressed, trying to be sexy and confident while doing it, even though I felt shy and vulnerable.

"You have a beautiful body, Jasmine," Annabelle complimented. "Why do you try so hard to hide it?"

"I don't know," I answered truthfully.

Now naked, I returned to my knees wanting that cock in my mouth again.

Emerald added, "So this is the one you've been talking about?"

"Yep," Annabelle nodded, as I reached up and stroked her cock.

"She's even cuter than I imagined," Emerald said, as I resumed sucking Annabelle's hard cock not waiting for instructions.

"I know, she is the poster child for the cute, reserved teacher who is secretly a cock craving cum slut underneath," Annabelle said, describing me exactly how I felt I was... how I wished I was.

"That she is," Emerald laughed, as I felt her move behind me.

It was surreal and yet exciting to have them talk about me as if I wasn't there... especially when they were saying exactly what I wished people would say about me.

Emerald grabbed my hands and put them behind my back. "No hands, slut."

"Yes, ma'am," I obeyed, not that I had much of a choice.

"Although Emerald is a slut to me," Annabelle said, "she is a Mistress in training."

I kept sucking as I pondered the word 'Mistress'... a word used in so many of my stories, a word I wished I could use in real life instead.

Emerald reached around and began feeling me up as she purred, "Nice, firm, perky tits, too."

"She is the epitome of the woman next door," Annabelle moaned, as I began bobbing deeper on her cock, determined to take it all in my mouth.

"As well as the sweet teacher that is secretly a three-hole fuck slut," Emerald added, as she pinched my very hard nipples.

"Are you a three-hole fuck slut, Jasmine?" Annebelle asked, as she lifted my head up and looked me in the eye.

I answered, the words I have wanted to say for years, "I'm whatever you want me to be, Mistress."

"Good girl," she purred, guiding my mouth back to her cock.

"Wow, she is even a bigger submissive than you said she would be," Emerald said, continuing to tease my nipples.
"I'm usually right," Annabelle said, as I took over half her cock in my mouth with each downward bob, even as I pondered who else she may have talked to about being as a slut.

I kept bobbing even as I was felt up, slowly taking more and more of the magnificent cock down my throat.

"Oh yes, Jasmine," Annabelle moaned, "You want my entire cock in that cock sucking mouth of yours, don't you?"

I moaned in response as I kept bobbing, trying to make the seemingly impossible happen.

She suddenly grabbed my head and pushed me down, forcing the last couple of inches in my mouth.

I gagged briefly, but she held me in place by my ponytail there until I stopped.



I felt a rush at taking it all in my mouth; I felt a rush at being forced to take it all in my mouth.

"Holy shit, she did it," Emerald said, sounding impressed.

"I knew she was a complete submissive cock pleaser the moment I met her," Annabelle proudly stated, even as she continued holding my head on her cock.

I wondered how I could possibly look like a 'submissive cock pleaser' but I guess it didn't matter, since I was one.

Finally, she ordered, "Now you may continue sucking me."

I obeyed, bobbing up and down on her cock, taking the entire monster with each downward bob. A rush of adrenaline hitting me at accomplishing the difficult task.

Emerald's hand went to my pussy. "Holy shit, Mistress, her cunt is literally leaking."

"You want my cock in that cunt of yours, Jasmine?" Annabelle asked.

I moaned again in response, not wanting to stop sucking her cock unless it was to have it shoved in one of my other two holes.

"I think that is a yes," Emerald joked.

"Bend over and show me that ass, Jasmine," Annabelle ordered.

"Yes, Mistress," I quickly obeyed, with moves as swift as The Flash.

"So eager," Emerald smiled, sitting beside me.

"So desperate to finally be treated like the fuck slut she wants to be, isn't that right, Jasmine?" Annabelle asked, as she moved behind me.

"God, yes," I admitted, as I felt her cock poke my ass cheeks, suddenly not sure where she planned to fuck me.

"Beg to be fucked, Jasmine," Annabelle ordered, as she rubbed her cock up and down my very wet pussy lips.

"Oh please," I moaned. "Make me your full time fuck slut, Mistress. Use me here, share me with friends, use me at work, share me with students." Each thing I said, only made me hornier as I envisioned them coming true.

"You want me to take you downstairs and share you with all the guests?" Annabelle asked.

"I'm your slut," I replied, even though that both turned me on (a gangbang was yet another never completed fantasy) and terrified me as I may know someone down there.

"Or how about giving you to the cheerleaders to be their pussy munching teacher slave," she added, her cock teasing my pussy relentlessly.

"Oh yes," I moaned, thinking of the beautiful, rich, confident, and bitchy head cheerleader Robyn, "I'd love to be Robyn's pussy pleasing submissive."

"Or how about a locker room gangbang with the entire football team," she added, as she penetrated me with just the head of her cock and then stopped.

"Oh yes, Mistress," I moaned, envisioning the idea of fifty cocks to suck and fuck. Fifty cocks to shoot their loads on me, in me. "I'd love to be gangbanged like a cheap two-bit cum sluuuuuut," I finished as she slammed her cock in me, reaching depths only felt by the 10 inch black dildo I used on the rare occasion when I fantasized being a cock slut for black cock.

"She may be the sluttiest teacher I've ever met," Emerald said, clearly impressed with my willingness to be a whore.

"Many teachers are," Annabelle said. "It's in their nature."

"How so?" Emerald asked.

"Teachers are always on at school. Always have to be in control. So it's not surprising what they really want is to be told what to do," Annabelle correctly assessed.

"I see," Emerald said.

"Plus, it's in their DNA. Teachers are people pleasers and people pleasers, well, they love to please, don't they, Jasmine?" Annabelle explained and then asked.

"Yes, Mistress," I moaned, finally someone seeing me for who I really wanted to be.

Emerald leaned up and pulled my ass cheeks apart. "Look at that little rosebud. When were you last ass fucked, slut?"

"Years ago," I admitted, not sure I could take either cock in my ass due to the sheer length of their horse cocks.



"I think we need to change that answer today. What do you think, Mistress?" Emerald asked, as her finger teased my rosebud.

"I think that can be arranged," Annabelle said, as she slowly fucked me.

Emerald slid a finger in my ass as she whispered sexily, "Do you want that ass of yours fucked, teacher slut?"

I whimpered, her finger exploring my insides, "Yes, Mistress." I wanted to make it clear I would obey either of them without hesitation.

Emerald joked, playing on my earlier retort, "It's a serve one Mistress, get a second free deal."

"That it is," Annabelle laughed.

Emerald pulled her finger out and moved it to my mouth.

I obediently opened my mouth and sucked my own asshole taste from her finger.

Emerald then repositioned herself, so her cock was in my face and ordered, "Get sucking, slut. Get this cock ready for your back door."

I obeyed, as I took her cock in my mouth and began sucking, even as Annabelle kept relentlessly fucking me from behind.

"Take it all, like you did Annabelle's," Emerald demanded.

And I did.



After a couple of minutes, they swapped places and I returned to sucking Annabelle while Emerald fucked my pussy for the first time. I thought she might go directly for my ass, but was both relieved and disappointed when she didn't.



"Is this what you fantasized, Jasmine?" Annabelle asked.

"Never anything like this," I answered as I removed her cock from my mouth while stroking her.

"Why not?" she asked.

"I just never thought I would ever meet a shemale, never mind two," I answered, the possibility seeming to be unlikely.

"There are more than you would think," she said.

"Really?" I asked.

"Oh yes," she nodded, "there are even a couple in our school."

"No way," I said.

"And you teach both of them," she added.

"Who?" I asked.

"That's for me to know and you to find out on your own," she smiled, as she guided my head back to her cock.

As I sucked and got fucked, Emerald now fucking me hard, I tried to envision who I taught who could possibly be a shemale.

Then I wondered if Tori knew who were the shemales in her graduating class.

I briefly imagined Tori getting fucked by a shemale before Annabelle said, "Roll onto your side, my teacher pet."

"Yes, Mistress," I obeyed, as Emerald pulled out.

On my side, Annabelle slid her cock back into my pussy.

"Oh yes," I moaned, "please fuck your teacher pet."

"I plan to every day, Jasmine," she promised, before adding, "You will be my full time cum deposit, is that clear?"

"Oh God, yes," I replied without hesitation, not worried about my career, but only about having this big cock in me regularly.



"I knew you would, Jasmine," she purred, as she fucked me. "I knew you were desperately looking for a Mistress."

"How?" I asked, with a moan.

"It's in your eyes," she answered.

"Really?"

"Yes, your eyes can't hide your true desires," she answered. "Your eyes can't lie."

"Neither can my cock," Emerald interjected. "Can we double team her now?"

"So impatient," Annabelle laughed, before adding, "but yes, my eager Mistress-to-be, we can double team her now."

Again it felt surreal that they were making such decisions without my consent, yet it was also what I wanted.

Annabelle pulled out, rolled onto her back and ordered, "Straddle me, my pet."

"With my ass or cunt?" I asked, like a complete slut.

She laughed, "Your cunt, you fucking whore."

"Your whore," I pointed out, as I straddled her cock and engulfed it with one downward thrust. "Oh yesssss," I moaned loudly as her cock reached new depths in this position.

"Ride me, Jasmine," she ordered. "Get that cunt revved up."

"Yes, Mistress," I eagerly agreed.

I bounced on her cock for a minute or two, taking every inch deep in me and my orgasm was soon building.

"Time for some dp," Emerald declared, as I felt her put her hands on my waist, making me stop my cowgirl pleasure.

"Lean forward, my pet," Annabelle instructed. "Allow your body to give itself completely to the pleasure and to the act."

"Yes, Mistress," I obeyed, doing exactly as I was told.

Emerald put her cock at my anal entrance and slowly pushed.

"Ooooooh," I moaned, as her cock head slipped past my rosebud.

"You want my cock in your ass, slut?" Emerald asked.

"Yes, Mistress," I answered, "I want that big cock buried deep in my ass."

"You want to be my ass slut?" she asked, as her cock slowly slithered in my ass.

"Yes, Mistress," I moaned. "I want to be your complete three-hole slut. Use my mouth, my pussy and my ass as you wish."

Annabelle smiled, "Shit Jasmine, you're the most submissive slut I have met yet. And I have met lots."

"You awoke the sleeping submissive," I smiled, proud of what I had become, finally making my fantasies become reality.

Soon, I was completely full of cock.

I moaned, "Please pound my asshole, Mistress."

"As you wish," Emerald said, beginning to pump her cock in and out of my ass.

"Oooooooo, yes," I moaned. "Fuck me, Mistress, fuck my nasty asshole."

Emerald groped my tits while she fucked me; meanwhile Annabelle began to ever so slowly lift her ass up to meet Emerald's thrusts.

It didn't take long for my orgasm to rekindle and grow like a prairie fire.

Then as my moans increased, Annabelle began bucking up hard to meet the deep ass thrusts of Emerald.



"I'm going to come," I moaned.

"Not yet, slut," Annabelle ordered.

"Please, I'm so close," I begged.

"No, slut," Annabelle said, just as Emerald groaned and I felt cum spray in my asshole.

"Oh God, you're coming in my ass," I gasped, the sensation feeling amazing, something I had never had done to me before.

"You said you were a three hole cum deposit," Emerald pointed out as she kept spewing her cum deep in my rectum.

"That I am," I moaned, as I tried not to come. I tried to obey.

"Now turn around and ride me, slut," Annabelle ordered.

"Yes, Mistress," I obeyed, as Emerald pulled out of my ass.

As I turned around and sat up to get in the position ordered, I felt cum leaking out my asshole.

I asked, unsure, "Which hole, Mistress?"

"Only one left my pet," Annabelle responded, as she put her hands on my waist for balance.

I lowered myself slowly, a lot more difficult in this position, and also more difficult to put it in my ass. Thankfully, Emerald crawled between Annabelle's legs and helped guide the cock into my gaping asshole.



"Oh yes," I moaned, as I lowered myself onto it.

"Take it all in that little arse," Annabelle ordered.

"Yes, Mistress," I moaned, excited to do just that. I wanted it all in my arse. I wanted to be a complete ass slut.

As I took her cock deep in my ass, Annabelle said, "Shit, Emerald, you really lubricated this arse with your cum."

"I had a couple days' worth sitting in my balls for tonight," she answered, as she leaned down and licked Annabelle's cock between strokes.



This position was awkward... stimulating... but awkward.

What it did do was slow down the orgasm that seemed imminent a couple of minutes ago when I was being double penetrated.

This was just slow pleasure.

Teasing.

The calm before the storm.

As I rode, the position a struggle to keep my balance, Annabelle's cock slipped out.

To my surprise, instead of helping me put it back in, Emerald sucked Annabelle's cock.

Annabelle said, "Emerald is almost as big a cock slut as you, Jasmine."

I laughed, "We should have a contest."

"Any time," Emerald cracked, clearly confident she could take me on.



Annabelle said, "This position isn't comfortable. Both of you on your bellies with those tight asses up in the air for me."

"Yes, Mistress," we both said in unison.

Once both of us were in position, Annabelle moved behind us and caressed both our asses as she asked, "Who wants my cock first?"

"I do," we both answered again in unison.

Emerald then glared at me and said firmly, "Shut up slut, you're bottom whore."

"Yes, Mistress," I nodded, my pussy gushing at her harsh words.

Annabelle laughed, "You really don't want to stand in the way of Emerald and cock."

"So I see," I laughed back.

Emerald bantered, as Annabelle moved behind her, "I just want what I want, when I want it. Is that asking too much?"

"Not for a rich bitch like you," Annabelle said, as she slid her cock in her other pet, while fingering my pussy slowly.

"You like that I'm rich," Emerald pointed out with a moan.

"That I do," she nodded, before adding, "it opens up a whole new group of lonely rich housewives who are eager to do almost anything for my cock."

"I know," she laughed. "I'm running out of faithful friends."

"Hopefully soon there won't be any faithful wives," Annabelle cracked.

"Well, they will be faithful to us," Emerald countered.

"Well, that goes without saying," Annabelle agreed, her finger exploring my pussy.

I watched for a couple of minutes as Annabelle slowly fucked Emerald. It seemed deliberately slow. A constant teasing.



Annabelle asked, "Ready, Jasmine?"

"I was born ready, Mistress," I answered, wanting to continue to show my complete submissive eagerness and obedience to her.

"I know you were," she smiled, as she pulled out and moved to me.

She slid her cock back into my ass and said, "Shit, your ass is tight."

"It hasn't ever had anything quite like you in it before," I pointed out.

"I bet it hasn't," Annabelle responded, as she slowly fucked me like she had slowly fucked Emerald. A deliberate pace, as if building me up for the ultimate end.

After a couple of painfully teasing minutes, my long neglected orgasm dying for eruption, she began going faster and I moaned, "Oh yes, Mistress, fuck my arse." Saying 'arse' sounded nastier, just like 'asshole' or 'shit hole' sounds nastier than just 'ass'.



"You ready to come, Jasmine?"

"God, yes," I answered, "Like never before."

"Emerald, on your back," Annabelle ordered, "It's time for the DP climax."

"Yes, Mistress," Emerald quickly said, with an eagerness and already hard cock, despite coming in my ass just a few minutes ago.

When Annabelle pulled out, I quickly straddled Emerald's cock and leaned forward offering my ass for my Mistress.

"Impatient, are we?" Annabelle chuckled.

"Desperate," I retorted, actually pulling my ass cheeks apart to showcase my gaping asshole.

Annabelle moved behind me and slid easily in. Unlike the previous slow fuckings, this time she fucked me hard... deep... rough.

Meanwhile, Emerald emulated the hard... deep... rough thrusts from below too and I was being tossed around like a ragdoll.

My orgasm built quickly from the intense fucking and I begged, "Can I come, Mistress?"

"Don't you mean Mistresses?" Emerald questioned.

"Yes, yes, yes, may I come Mistresses?" I instantly corrected, desperate to come, my orgasm just one word away: yes.

"You may, my teacher slut," Annabelle offered, as she kept fucking me hard.

Yet wanting to be a good submissive, I also asked Emerald, "May I, Mistress Emerald?"

"Now, slut," was her answer and that was all it took.

I came.



My own real orgasm flooded out of me as my fantasy finished.

I sat on the closed toilet seat for a couple of minutes trying to regain my composure.

As I did, I wondered again, did Annabelle want me to see her in the act?

Did she want me to know she had a cock?

Did she want me to know she was a dominant woman?

And if she did, what were her plans for me?

These questions not answerable here. I flushed the toilet, made myself look respectable and headed back to the party.

I found Annabelle, who was looking for me. "Where have you been? I've been looking all over for you."

"I could say the same for you," I responded, trying to see if she was going to give me anything.

She answered, "Oh, I was just visiting with a friend up on the deck."

"Oh," I said, pondering if I should say I was up on deck too. But instead, I said, "Actually, I may have had a bit too much to drink."

"That explains your cheeks," she smiled. "They are ruby red."

I imagined they were. I shrugged, "They always are when I get to drinking."

"Well, the boat is returning to land in twenty minutes if you want to go home," she said.

That offer disappointed me. Why wasn't she hitting on me? Why did she bring me here? I felt like a high school girl again, wondering why a boy wasn't calling.

I nodded, resigned to the reality she wasn't interested in me sexually, "Yeah, that's probably a good idea."

That night, back in my bed, completely exhausted, I was still a mess.

Annabelle had a cock.

Annabelle had invited me to this party.... why?

Annabelle had possibly purposely allowed me to see her in an act of sexual domination... and if true, why?

Annabelle didn't remotely hit on me... why?

I was confused and insecure... a mixture I hadn't felt since high school, and I didn't like it.

......

Back at work Monday, I kept looking at Annabelle differently. I looked to see her bulge under her skirt. She acted no different. There was no evidence that she knew I saw anything. No clue that she was a dominant woman with a cock.

Frustratingly, little seemed to change between us.

She still came and chatted with me at break.

She still touched my arm when we talked.

What it did do was make me look at each female student differently. Could she have a cock? In my fantasy at least two of them did, and although that was just my fantasy, it made me particularly start wondering and fantasizing of some of my senior students with a cock.

Especially the head cheerleader, a complete bitch, but a hot bitch, Robyn Thomas.

Robyn missed my last test as she was at a cheerleading competition, so she had to make it up after school. So as she wrote, I graded essays.

Yet, every once in a while I glanced at her.

Her huge tits framed perfectly in her way too tight shirt.

Her toned waist that was showing from beneath her t-shirt, which almost definitely violated the dress code.

Even her thong was visible when I walked back past her early in the test.

It was like she was screaming, 'Look at how perfect I am.'

Then as I recalled my fantasies, and Annabelle's cock, I began to wonder... what if Robyn had a nice hard juicy cock instead of a pussy?

When she called me over to ask a question, I couldn't help but stare at her beautiful body and smell her seductive perfume.

I had fantasized about her on occasion late at night, her forcing me to eat her pussy, make me her teacher bitch, but as I walked back to my desk, I wondered what it would be like if she had a cock.



I wondered what it would be like if she just walked up behind me and took me like a cheap slut.



I shook my head at the vision that popped into my head and returned to sitting down at my desk to grade the essays I was hoping to hand back tomorrow.

I read the first paragraph of the next one three times.

Each time my mind wandered, I glanced up at Robyn, who was oblivious to the impact she was having on me.

Then Annabelle came into the room. She walked to Robyn and whispered something to her before coming to me.

She asked, "Movie on the weekend?"

"Um, sure," I nodded, instantly wondering if she would make me suck her cock in the movie theater.

"You okay?" she asked.

"Um, just going through withdrawal," I joked, trying to give a hint of my sexual need.

"It's time you got back out there, Jasmine," she said.

"I wouldn't even know where to start," I answered, which was true. I was pretty sure I didn't want a man; I wasn't ready for a public lesbian relationship either in my too small of a town; that is why Annabelle was the perfect woman for me. I added, "I'm pretty sure I'm done with men anyways."

She smiled, gave a wink, and said, "I didn't say you should get back out there to find a man."

Before I could respond, she walked away.

I followed her ass the entire way out.

Did she just flirt with me?

It sure seemed so.

The wetness in my panties implied so.

I tried to resume grading, but looked up only to see that Robyn was looking back at me with a smile on her face.

I put my head down, and pretended to grade, feeling as if she could see through my teacher attire.

A few minutes later, Robyn walked to my desk and handed me the test. She said, her voice a little too sly, "Have a good night, Mrs. Walker."

"You too, Robyn," I said, looking up.

I watched her walk away too, her tight jeans not leaving anything to the imagination.

As soon as she was out of my room, I closed my eyes and imagined a different ending to the test taking:

Robyn walked over to me as I stood up and said, "Mrs. Walker."

"Yes, Robyn?" I asked, her tone annoying me.

"Are you a dyke?" she asked bluntly.

"Excuse me?" I gasped.

"I saw the way you were checking out Ms. Kepling," she said.

"I was doing no such thing," I protested.

"And I heard you say you're going through withdrawal," she continued, reaching down and ripping off my blouse.

"Robyn," I gasped.

"It's Ms. Thomas," Robyn corrected, as she pulled my blouse off me.

"This is so wrong," I protested, even as my pussy dampened.

"What cute lingerie underneath your teacher attire," she complimented moving behind me and completely ignoring my protest.

"Robyn, I..." I began.

"It's Ms. Thomas," she interrupted, cupping my breasts from behind. "And I know you have been fantasizing about this for a long time."

"I have not," I lied.

"Oh, Mrs. Walker," she laughed, now roughly mauling my breasts. "I see the way you look at me."

"Oh," I moaned, her touch making me uncontrollably moan.

"Touch that pussy like you do under your desk when you fantasize about me," she ordered.

For some reason, I wanted to obey. I began to move my hand to touch my fevered cunt, but stopped as I tried to reason with her. "Ms. Thomas, please, this isn't right. I'm your tea...."



She covered my mouth and responded, "No, you're my teacher slut."

I moaned into her hand as she rubbed my wet pussy.

"Your panties are soaked," she correctly assessed. "You better take them off."

When I didn't, she slapped my cunt with her hand, making me moan again, and ordered, "Now, teacher slut. It's time to end your withdrawal."

I obeyed reluctantly... because she was a student.

I obeyed excitedly... because I was horny as hell and this was a fantasy.

She moved her hands away from me as I took off my panties.

"Good teacher," she purred, her tone condescending... shame and excitement burning through me. I glanced back and saw that she was naked, except for her panties... her huge voluptuous breasts now mouth-wateringly close.

She sat on the desk and ordered, "Lean back on me, my teacher slut."

"Yes, Ms. Thomas," I obeyed, giving into the temptation of complete submission.

She cupped one breast, while sucking on the other, which created intense pleasure through my very being.



She whispered, as her tongue flicked my ear and her hot breath sent chills down my body. "How long have you wanted to be my teacher plaything?"

"Since the day you sauntered in here in that slutty plaid skirt," I answered, her one hand teasing my nipples, while her other began stroking my pussy.

"And what do you want from me?" she asked.

"To eat your pussy and be your submissive toy," I answered, as her fingers teased my pussy relentlessly.

"Well, I can only do one of those things," she said, her finger parting my pussy lips, as she tugged on my ear lobe.

"Which one?" I asked, thinking it odd she wouldn't want both.

"You being my submissive toy," she answered, as she moved my hips and had me stand up.

"You don't want me to eat your pussy?" I asked, confused.

"Knees," she ordered.

I obeyed.

She stood up and pulled down her panties to reveal tucked between her legs a cock... a very nice, semi-erect cock.

She stroked it in front of me and I watched it get hard.

"Well, that explains why I can't eat your pussy," I smiled, staring at her cock with wanton lust and hunger.

"I can make you my submissive plaything and cock sucker," she smiled, looking down at me, her cock now fully erect.

"Yes, Ms. Thomas," I nodded, "I think that is a very good idea."

"Now come and lick my balls, my teacher slut," she ordered, as she leaned back on the desk.

"Yes, Ms. Thomas," I obeyed, crawling to her balls and taking them in my mouth.



"That's it, suck each one in your mouth, Mrs. Walker," she moaned. "Good teacher cock suckers understand the importance of the entire cock... balls included."

"Of course, Ms. Thomas," I agreed, as I sucked one ball in my mouth.

"Now the other one," she moaned.

"Yes, Ms. Thomas," I replied, liking using the proper name that implied she was more important than me, while moving my hand up to massage the ball that had just left my mouth.

She scolded, "No hands, slut. Stay on all fours like a dog in heat. Use your slut mouth to find my balls like a good little slave."

"Sorry, Ms. Thomas," I apologized, getting back onto all fours and using my mouth to find the, at first, elusive ball.

When I found it, she said, "You see, even dumb bimbo sluts like you can follow a simple task, Mrs. Walker."

I winced at the verbal shot as I had scolded her in class a couple days ago for not following simple instructions. I replied, "Yes, Ms. Thomas, I am a stupid slut."

I couldn't believe I had just defamed myself so bluntly.

"That you are," she said. "Now lick your way all the way up my shaft and to the top of my cock."

"Yes, Ms. Thomas," I obeyed, slowly slithering my way up her erect shaft and to her mushroom cock head.

"Do you want to suck my cock, Mrs. Walker?" she asked.

"God, yes," I admitted, the juicy cock looking so inviting... like a juicy red apple hanging from a tree.

"Beg, my good girl teacher," she ordered, as she tapped my nose with her cock.

I didn't hesitate. "Please, Ms. Thomas, let your slave teacher suck your big cock. Teach your bimbo teacher to be a good cock sucker."

"Lick my cock head," she ordered.

"Yes, Ms. Thomas," I obeyed, swirling my tongue around the hard tip.

"Take just the head in your mouth, cock sucking teacher," she ordered.

"Yes, Ms. Thomas," I repeated, likely sounding like a parrot.

"Oh yes, Mrs. Walker," she moaned. "You look so natural with my cock in your mouth. I bet your students would love to know you are a cock hungry slut."

'I imagine they would' I thought to myself.

"Now suck it," she ordered.

And I did.

I began bobbing on her cock as she moaned, "That's it, show me just how good a cock sucker you are and maybe I'll give you an 'A'."

I bobbed hungrily, taking more and more with each downward bob as I got used to its girth and length.

After a couple of minutes of slow sucking, she put her hand on my head and began to push my head down on her cock.



She pushed my head down until her cock was tickling my throat.

She held me there for what seemed like an eternity as I tried not to gag. Before she let go, she said, "That was impressive. You have obviously sucked a lot of dick in your day."

I smirked at my many cock sucking adventures in my senior year and throughout college. I loved sucking cock; I loved swallowing cum; I loved getting facials. I just loved giving head. I sucked my first cock on the back of the bus on a band trip (band geeks are all secret perverts and sluts). I sucked three guys at a college party in my senior year; and at least a couple dozen throughout college.

"Did you?" she asked, lifting my head off her cock.



"Yes, I did," I admitted, before adding, "a lot."

"Who would have thunk it?" she said.

I winced at her word choice, the English teacher in me coming out, as I kept sucking.

"Time to fuck my sexy slut teacher," she declared, after a couple more minutes of me sucking her big cock.

My pussy tingled with anticipation.

"You want it in your cunt?" she asked.

"Yes, Ms. Thomas," I nodded.

"What will you do to have my cock in that neglected teacher cunt?" she questioned, moving her cock all around my lips.

"Anything," I answered, needing it in me this second.

"What if I want to share you with my boyfriend Jamal?" she asked.

Her boyfriend was a black linebacker and another of my fantasies. I often envisioned sucking black cock or pussy, and being dominated by black men and women. I answered, "I'd love to be tag teamed by you two." Yet, I also wondered if he took in the ass.

She laughed, "Such a slut."

"Yes, Ms. Thomas," I agreed.

"Bend over the table," she ordered.

I quickly obeyed, as I again responded with my subservient response, "Yes, Ms. Thomas."

"You sound like a fucking broken record," she said, as she slapped my ass. "Come up with a variety of ways to address me."

"Sorry, ma'am," I responded.

"Ma'am," she laughed, "I like that."

She rubbed her cock up and down my pussy lips from behind, teasing me. I begged, wanting that cock slamming into me, "Please, cheerleader Goddess, slam that long fuck stick in my wet fuck hole and use me as your personal cum repository."

"Don't you just mean cum bucket?" she asked.

"Yes, Ms. Perfect," I answered, willing to say anything to have her fuck me.

"I am perfect," she agreed, as she slammed her cock in me with one deep thrust.

"Yesssssss, as is your cock," I moaned loudly, as I finally got what I wanted.



"Such a wet box," she moaned, as she fucked me hard.

"That's your fault, my big cocked dominatrix," I said, struggling to come up with new ways to address her.

"Is your cunt this wet every day at school?" she asked.

"Usually," I admitted, which was true.

"Who else do you fantasize about being a slut for besides me and Ms. Kepling?" she asked, as she grabbed both my hips and fucked me even harder.

"Lots," I answered, but not wanting to give up names.

"Tell me who," she ordered, pulling out completely.

"Please, shove that big dick back in me," I begged.

"Answer the question," she ordered, her cock rubbing up and down my ass cheeks now.

"Fine," I sighed. "Tamara, Cassidy, Amanda, Brittany, Penelope, Ingrid, and Bethany."

"That's quite the diverse list," she pointed out.

That was true.

Tamara was a black all-star athlete and a good friend of my daughter. She had huge tits and an amazing stereotypical big ass black booty. I had seen her in her sports outfits, a bikini in my back yard and lingerie at my house during sleepovers. I often wondered if my daughter and her ever played with each other. I'd be lying if I said I didn't occasionally fantasize about Tamara being the Mistress to both my daughter and myself.

Cassidy was another cheerleader. She was a redhead and had huge tits too. She was almost as bitchy as Robyn, but also had a sweet side. She was also very intelligent and wrote intense poetry... which was another of my weaknesses. Although I loved the idea of being dominated and taken by a bitch, I also like the idea of being seduced by a smart young woman.

Amanda was the mayor's daughter. She was an entitled bitch as well. That said, she dressed like she was a junior democrat... always in business attire and pantyhose. I liked to imagine those pantyhose were thigh high stockings as well....

Brittany was a dumb blonde. A hot dumb blonde. Her blue eyes were intoxicating and her ass so tight in the jeans she always wore that I wanted to just pull them down and bury my face between her white as snow ass cheeks.

Penelope was dark. She always wore black and yet I imagined she was a witch who could put a spell on me to be her complete submissive. Although she hid it well with her attire, she was very pretty and had big tits. She also often wore pantyhose and although I doubt she knew the impact it had on me, often slid her feet in and out of her flats all day in class.
Ingrid was an exchange student from Sweden. As blonde as a woman could be, blue eyes and tall... six foot one. Her accent and sweetness turned me on and she had become one of my newest fantasies since starting here in August.

Lastly, Bethany. She was a nerd. A cute, sweet nerd. She was also a good friend of my daughter's and, I was pretty sure, a lesbian... even if she didn't know it yet. I often helped her with her math as although she was a nerd, she was not good at math. And although I taught mainly English, my last class of the day was math, and I was pretty good at it... I just didn't like teaching it.

"I like variety," I admitted, which was true. I liked eating pussy and cock.

"No boys?" she asked, her cock still not back in me.

"Well, Jamal, because I'd love to be a slut for black cock," I answered.

"That, I can make happen," she laughed. "He'd love to make you his white ass slut."

"I'd be a good obedient slave," I answered, loving the reverse roles of past American society.

"I know you would. Now get in a position to show me you really want this cock," she ordered, her hands caressing my ass.

Using the desk as leverage, I spread my legs wide, and lifted up my ass, a position I knew I wouldn't be able to hold for too long, but, I think, was utterly hot.

"Nice choice," she purred, as she slid her cock back in me and grabbed my hair.



"Oh yes," I moaned, "pull my hair, and make me your bitch."

"Already did that," she pointed out, before adding, "although I guess I could go for the three hole domination."

Before I could respond, she pulled out and slammed her cock in my ass. "Oh fuck!" I screamed, praying the janitors were nowhere near my class.

"Shit, so tight," she declared, as she roughly fucked my tight, non-lubricated ass.



"You like it in the ass don't you, teacher slut?" she asked, as she went balls deep in my surprised, long ignored asshole.

"Yes, you dirty fucking ass pounder," I babbled, the pain and pleasure of the sodomy making my head light and my mouth filthy.

She pounded my ass hard for an eternity it seemed, until the pain faded completely and the pleasure took over my body. I had always loved anal sex and got ass fucked so often when my husband was alive that we didn't even need lube, but two years without and, well, lube would have been nice.

"Such a dirty ass slut," Robyn said, as she kept slamming into my ass, her own moans beginning to increase.

"I'm a three hole cum bucket for you, Mistress," I declared, using the powerful 'M' word for the first time.

"Mistress," she said. "That is what I expect from now on, my teacher ass slut."

"Of course, Mistress," I moaned, wanting to feel her shoot her load deep up my butt, a feeling that was quite different from in the pussy or mouth.

Plus, my own orgasm was close. I used to have my most intense orgasms from anal sex and I could feel it rising.

I begged, again showing my utter submission to her, "May I come, Mistress?"

"You want to come from being sodomized by a student?" she asked, loving reminding me of who was in charge and who was supposed to be in charge.

"Yes, Mistress," I answered, "I come the hardest when I am used like a bimbo bitch for any person's pleasure."

"I have never seen a slut who could come from having a cock in their ass. A few faggots for sure, especially Mr. Parker," she revealed.

"The football coach?" I gasped.

"Oh yes, he loves cock," she continued, obviously loving the shocked tone I had.

"I can't believe it," I moaned, the idea hot. He was a complete asshole who figured the world revolved around him because he coached football.

"Oh yeah, he is quite the squealer, too," she added.

"That I would love to see," I said. Watching the asshole be put in his place would be very satisfying personally and sexually.

"Maybe I'll let you fuck him," she added.

"Oh God, yes, please," I moaned, my orgasm getting closer at the idea of pegging the smug piece of shit.

"That turns you on?" she asked, even though the answer was obvious.

"I hate that fucker," I admitted. "He thinks he is so much better than everyone else." As soon as I said it I realized I shouldn't say such things in front of a student. Then I smirked to myself as I also shouldn't be bent over a desk getting ass fucked by a student either.

"Come for me, Jasmine," she said, using my first name for the first time. "Come from getting ass fucked by a student."

"Oh God, yes," I moaned, so close.

"In your classroom,' she continued.

"Yes, more."

"By someone who has already fucked your daughter in all three of her holes too," she revealed with the hardest thrust yet.

That was the final straw as the idea that my daughter was her fuck toy too was too much and I screamed, "Yes, Mistress!"



The orgasm hit hard as shame and lust, humiliation and adrenaline, coursed through me like a tornado hitting land.

"You just came thinking of your daughter as a slut?" she asked, amused.

I corrected, "I came from thinking of my daughter being a three hole cum slut like her three hole cum slut mother."

"Touché," she laughed, as she kept fucking me through my orgasm.

After a moment, she added, "You'd probably even munch on your daughter's snatch if I told you to, wouldn't you, teacher slut?"

"Yes...no... oh, God," I babbled, the idea hot and wrong. The admission hot and wrong. The submission to this student hot and wrong.

Yet, at the moment, everything seemed right.

I wasn't a mother of two.

I wasn't a respected teacher.

I was a three hole cum slut for a shemale cheerleader.

"Want my cum up your asshole?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress, coat my anal walls with your cum," I begged, wanting to feel the hot spray erupt inside me.

"Here it comes," she grunted, as she shot her load in me.



"Oh yes, take it all, slut," she ordered.

"Oh yes, Mistress, plant your seed in my shit hole," I said, loving the complete submission of being filled by cum.

"Oh shit," she sighed, as she slowed down. "That was even better than I had envisioned."

"How long have you envisioned it?" I asked.

"Ever since I fucked your daughter after a volleyball game," she answered.

"Oh my," I said, trying to imagine that.

"Yes, she was an eager submissive slut that actually sucked my cock in front of all the other cheerleaders," she revealed. "And then she took it in the pussy and ass while servicing the rest of the senior squad's pussies with her tongue."

"Oh," was all I could say as I envisioned it clearly... actually jealous of my daughter for having such an experience.

"Don't worry slut," she said, pulling out of my ass, "you can be a cheerleader sex slave too."

"Thank you, Mistress," I replied, already imagining the possibilities.

"Maybe you can even join your daughter next month at state championships where she was going to be our weekend fuck toy," she added.

"God, yes," I answered, as cum leaked out of my ass.

"Such a fucking slut," she laughed, before ordering, "Sit up on the desk. I want to taste that pussy."

"Yes, Mistress," I obeyed, surprised she was going to eat me. Rarely in my stories did I have my Mistress characters ever eat pussy.

I watched her move between my legs and bury her face in my still slightly trembling pussy.



Her tongue felt so good. She had obviously eaten pussy many times. I closed my eyes and imagined her eating out my daughter.

"Oh, that is so good, Mistress," I moaned, wanting her to know how much I was enjoying her experienced tongue.

"You taste just like your daughter," she replied, as her tongue seemed to somehow be fucking my pussy.

"Like Mom slut, like daughter slut," I joked.

"Indeed," she laughed back.

As she licked my pussy, she probed my asshole with her finger and teased my clit, a second orgasm began building quickly.

As my moans increased, she removed her finger and quit licking, and said, "Now get yourself off for me. I want to watch you masturbate."

"Yes, Mistress," I obeyed, moving a finger instantly to my fevered pussy.



I closed my eyes and fingered myself, no shame left in me.

A moment later, I heard a phone beep and opened my eyes... Robyn was filming me.

"Please no," I begged, even though I kept fingering myself like a good submissive slut.

"This is just for my own personal collection," she explained, before warning, "that is, as long as you remain obedient."

"I always will," I promised, continuing to finger myself while being filmed. I figured I may as well give my Mistress a show. I began furiously fingering myself, creating such wetness that I began to leak.



"Oh yes, Mrs. Walker, tell me who owns you," Robyn ordered.

I moaned, "You do."

"Say my name, slut," she demanded.

"Robyn owns me, Robyn Thomas is my Mistress," I declared with pride while opening my eyes and looking into the camera.

"And what are you?"

Staring at the camera, my dignity gone, my pride non-existent, all that was left was complete submission, I answered, "A cock sucking, pussy munching, cock riding, ass taking, submissive cock and pussy slave for Robyn Thomas and anyone else she wants to give me to."

"And your daughter, would you eat your daughter's cunt?" She questioned, pulling me deeper into the dark humiliation.

"Yes, Mistress," I answered without hesitation, "If you told me to."

"Come now, slut, come while thinking of munching your daughter's cunt, sucking all the football players, being fisted by the cheerleaders, gangbanged by the senior class, bound and forced to serve all the senior girls and made to commit incest with your daughter and son."

"Oh yes!" I screamed, the list of debauchery all it took for my second orgasm to come flooding out of me, literally.



"Wow, quite the sprayer," she laughed, as my cum sprayed in a variety of directions.

The idea of my college son fucking me only enhanced the orgasm, as it wasn't something I had put much thought into before it was mentioned.

"Stand up," she ordered, even as my orgasm continued to hit me.

"Okay," I weakly obeyed.

"Okay, what, you fucking slut," she roared, pulling my hair and yanking me off the table.

"Sorry, okay, Mistress," I quickly corrected.

"We are not done yet, my cum bucket teacher," she said. "Oh no, I have another load or two for you yet today."

"Yes, Mistress," I said, excited and yet still feeling weak.

She sat on the edge of the desk and ordered, "Come and ride me."

I was exhausted and still coming, but I did as I was told.

I turned around, moved my ass back to her and allowed her to pick a hole.

She positioned her cock at my pussy and ordered, "Now ride, slut."

I lowered my pussy on her cock and awkwardly did as I was told. The position was fun, but awkward, and it took some time to get used to, as her cock slid out of me a few times.

She scolded, "Keep my cock in you, you dumb slut."

"Sorry, Mistress," I apologized, like a dumb slut.



After a couple of minutes of awkward riding, she pulled me up and got me in a more comfortable position.

"Is that better, slut?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress," I moaned, now able to more easily take her entire cock in my pussy, I began riding furiously, wanting to show her how big a slut I was.

"That's better," she said. "You really love cock, don't you, Jasmine?"

"Yes, Mistress," I admitted, loving nothing more than having a cock in one of my three holes.



I moved my hand to my pussy and began rubbing as I bounced on her big cock.

"You want to come again?" she questioned.

"Yes, Mistress," I answered, loving this position that made me feel completely full.

"You can come as much as you want, my slut," she offered generously.

"Thank you so much, Mistress," I moaned, adding, "You are a very generous Mistress."

"I know," she agreed, as she reached from behind and cupped my tits.

I rode for a couple more minutes, my orgasm again rising, and announced, "I'm coming again, Mistress."

"I can feel your slut juices," she said.

A few seconds later, my orgasm, less intense than the last one, hit me, she ordered, "Go sit on your desk, teacher slut."

"Yes, Mistress," I obeyed, happy to be off my weak, weary knees. I walked over to my desk, my own juices leaking down my legs.

I sat up and spread my legs for my teen Mistress.

"You still want more," she said amused, shaking her head.

"Yes, Mistress," I nodded. "I still have a cum bucket that hasn't been filled."

She laughed, "I guess that is right."

She moved to me, moved my legs together and slid inside my cunt.



"This may take a while," she warned. "Before the two loads deposited in you, I shot one in Ms. Michaels this morning and another in my boyfriend's ass."

I moaned, thinking of Jamal's black ass being bent over and taking a white cock deep in it, "That is so hot."

"What is?" she asked.

"You fucking another guy," I answered, wondering how many guys she fucked.

"I'm an equal opportunity ass pounder," she shrugged.

"That you are," I laughed. It didn't surprise me that she also was fucking the cheerleader coach, Ms. Michaels. She was a hot first year teacher and probably easy pickings for a dominant young woman like Robyn.

She rolled me onto my side and fucked me in yet another position.

Each position gave slightly different sensations as different angles stimulated different aspects of my pussy.



After a couple more minutes, she rolled me onto my back as if I was just her fuck doll and climbed onto my desk.

"Time to really fuck my teacher slut," she smiled, hovering above me, her dick tapping on my swollen clit.

"Isn't that what you've been doing?" I asked wickedly.

She slid her cock into me and shrugged, "Okay, consider this the final fucking."

"So soon," I teased with a moan.

"Such a slut," she said shaking her head, but smiling, as she surprised me and straddled my belly and ordered, "Squeeze those tits together."

I laughed, "I'm not sure they are big enough, especially in this position."

As her cock moved between my valley of flesh, she ordered, "Just do as you're fucking told, teacher slut."

"Yes, Mistress," I obeyed, having only done this a couple of times in the past, but always to very little success. My 34B breasts were not tiny, but also not large enough to really be tit fucked.

So although awkward, we tried, as I just did what I was told.



She fucked my tits for probably a minute at most, before she slid down and rubbed her cock on my pussy lips.

I moaned loudly.

She slid her cock inside me and said, "Time for one more fucking."

"Yes, Mistress," I moaned, lifting my ass up to meet her thrusts, this position really stimulating my clitoris.

The angle was amazing and a fourth orgasm, something I had never had occur before, rose quickly.

"Think you can come again?" she asked.

"If you keep fucking me like this, yes," I answered.

"Don't come before me," she warned, as she slammed into me. "I have one more bucket to fill before you get to come."

"Yes, Mistress," I moaned, wanting to feel her spray her seed inside me, and knowing that would likely trigger my fourth and final orgasm.

A couple more minutes of hard deep thrusts and me meeting them as best I could, and I knew she was close too.

"Here comes my cum, teacher slut," she grunted, as I felt her fill me.

"Oh yes, Mistress, fill your slut's cunt with your cum," I moaned, as my orgasm was close.
"Come one more time for me, my teacher pet," she ordered, fucking me hard as she kept spewing inside me.

And after a few more hard deep thrusts, I did... again.

"Yes, so good," I declared, as my fourth orgasm went through me.



I suddenly came hard at my desk as I shook my head.

What the hell was coming over me?

After I finished my orgasm, I grabbed my grading and headed home.

That night, I reread my few shemale stories. As a writer you never know which stories will be popular. Some things are obvious. Incest stories get more reads and often more favourites (yet super high scores have been a challenge... at least for me); illustrated stories get lots of reads, sometimes even more than incest (and lots of repeat views), but much less favourites (which I have never understood); gay and lesbian stories both hit a niche target market thus less reads (yet often more emails from readers impacted); other categories are hit and miss: anal (popular if you focus on anal), loving wife (a pit of anger unless the loving wife is indeed a loving wife), and group (very hit and miss in my time involved). Then there is transsexuals & crossdressers (in which my few stories have done well).

My first was a crossdressing story called 'Becoming a Drag Queen', but the rest (other than my 'Cocksucker' series) have been about shemales... something that has become a growing fascination (as has pegging of late).

'Shemale School: A Teacher Seduced' (starring me) was a novella like story of a shemale high school, 'Shemale Surprise' is a story about a man at a wedding, and 'Shemale Sister-in-Law' which is about a husband having his fantasy come true by being fucked by another woman have all been well received. My obsession with the idea of men being fucked by women was last released in my 'Kinky Tales' series in which a married couple explores the concept of anal sex and pegging.

And now... learning that Annabelle was a shemale had brought me back to my shemale obsession. In 'Shemale School' I was dominated by adult and teen shemales and I have considered writing a sequel for it for years, but have not come up with the right plot. Now I felt I could be living my fantasy in reality.

On the other hand, I had no idea what to say to Annabelle.

I had no idea if she was interested.

She acted no different since Halloween.

She still was flirty and playful.

She was still sexy and alluring.

And although nothing seemed different, it had sure changed my fantasies... all which now seemed to be about shemales.

Every cute girl I saw, I imagined them with a cock.

In line at the grocery store, I imagined the mom of two in front of me with a cock.

At the mall, I imagined every female worker to have a cock.

At the football playoff game, I imagined all the cheerleaders with cocks... fucking me, fucking each other, fucking the football players.

It became an obsession.

And yet, I didn't do anything about it.

....

Then things got even more surreal.

My athletic daughter, who was always in jeans, track pants, or shorts, started wearing nylons... every day. She walked around the house in her nylon-clad feet.

And although she was my daughter... the idea of incest was getting more and more appealing.

And even if I still knew deep down I wasn't going to act on my growing desires... my fantasies were getting more and more vivid and the conversations about my daughter more and more intoxicating.

She also seemed to be tempting me:

-having her nylon-clad feet resting on the stool as she watched television

-wiggling her toes in the kitchen while she made breakfast

-fixing her stockings in the car as I drove her to school

-even having them on the kitchen table one morning

I began to wonder.... was she doing this on purpose?

Was she somehow aware of my nylon fetish?

It then got weirder.

Class was just ending for the day when Annabelle sauntered into my room... oddly without heels... her stocking-clad feet and toes in plain view.



This after a couple of weeks of my daughter's sudden obsession with nylons.

It was all very strange.

"How was your day?" she asked.

I stared at her feet.

She asked, "You okay?"

"What?" I asked, hearing the question, but distracted by her feet in stockings and the major coincidence that may not be a coincidence.

"You seem distracted," she said.

"Um, yeah, just tired," I said, as I stood up and walked over to staple a poster that had started to fall.

Annabelle hopped onto a student's desk and continued, "Up all night grading?"

"Yep," I Iied, not admitting it was really because I was up writing a lengthy lesbian porn story called '2 Mistresses' and had then fucked myself with a dildo as I fantasized about her being my shemale Mistress.

"Me too," she said, as she crossed her legs on the desk and revealed she was wearing thigh highs, which only made me more confused.



And as if she was a stocking seductress, she swung her sexy nylon clad legs back and forth, like a hypnotist's watch.

Suddenly a thought hit me. Could she somehow know about my secret author identity?

No way! She couldn't possibly know that my online username was silkstockingslover; she couldn't possible know that my fetish was not only nylons, but more so feet and toes in nylon.

She continued, "I can't believe we have to do this every second weekend."

"And yet we just obey and do it," I replied, walking towards her, trying not to stare at her legs.

"Probably your submissive side coming out," she casually bantered.

It was just a comment and yet it went right to the core of my being. I wondered if she saw through my outer strong-willed teacher persona and could see the submissive me dying to come out. The submissive me that wanted to drop to my knees in front of her, fish out her cock and get face fucked.

I moved to a desk across from her, hopped up on it and joked, "Yes, I guess I am rather submissive."

She smiled playfully and yet, it seemed, with just a tinge of suggestiveness, "You are just like a loyal puppy dog."

"Are you comparing me to a dog?" I asked, smiling back.

She laughed, "Not like a real dog, but a metaphorical dog."

I hung my head and stared at both her feet, which I wanted to bow down to and touch and lick and kiss as I questioned, "Um, is this better?"

"Sure," she shrugged. "You are loyal, sweet, and obedient."

"That doesn't sound so bad, I guess," I shrugged, before adding, giving my own hint about my true submissiveness, "I have always been someone who will do anything for the people I care about," stressing the word 'anything'.

"I know," she nodded, moving her one foot around in a small circle. "I wish I could have the patience you have."

"Plus," I added, wanting to give her every clue that I wanted to be her fuck toy, "I guess you are right. I am very, very obedient."

As I was talking, she slowly, as if she was Sharon Stone in 'Basic Instinct' uncrossed her legs and actually spread them open slightly.

I watched it as if it was slow motion, my pussy getting wet instantly.



She joked, as she stood up, "If you looked good on all fours, you would make the perfect pet."

My response, not remotely hiding the sexual innuendo that went with it, "Oh, Annabelle, I would look very good on all fours."

She smiled as she walked to me.

Was this it? Was she going to take me right here in my classroom? Was that what I wanted?

As these thoughts swarmed my overwhelmed brain, she said, "Oh, I bet you would look amazing on all fours." Now directly in front of me, she added, our usual sexual banter getting more intense and vivid, "And on your side, your back, or handcuffed to a pole."

I laughed, while smiling wickedly, "What am I? Anastasia?"

"You just need to find your own Christian Grey," she countered.

For a moment I thought she may kiss me, but she began walking out of the classroom. My cheeks flushed, my pussy on fire, I added, "I couldn't agree more."

At my door, she added, almost as an order, "You are coming out with me one of these weekends."

"Yes, Mistress," I responded, making it sound like a joke, but meaning it completely.

She laughed, "Your cheeks are red Jasmine. You may need to go toss one off."

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"Masturbate," she answered and left before I could say anything.

Holy fuck? What just happened? Suddenly horny as hell, I did need to masturbate. Unfortunately, I had a tutoring session with Tori's friend, Bethany.

So, flushed, confused and frustrated (why didn't she just fucking take me?), I drove to Bethany's house. Usually, she came to my place, but I was having the ducts cleaned at home and it would be really noisy.

I got there and she greeted me in a plaid skirt, black pantyhose, and a black camisole that showcased her perky young tits. After the teasing that Annabelle had unknowingly done to me, I was instantly horny... seeing the cute, nerdy friend of my daughter in a new light.

She said, "Let's go to my room."

"Okay," I said, my naughty mind instantly going to something much more devious than the innocent Bethany would have been thinking.

For the next two hours I helped her with a few different mathematic concepts and was constantly distracted by the fact that she was wearing pantyhose.

My pussy was on fire and begged me to hit on the eighteen year old, yet I controlled myself.

As I was getting ready to leave, she said, "I really need to thank you, Mrs. Walker."

My thought was 'let me lick that pussy of yours', but I smiled, "Oh, it's my pleasure."

"Well, if you ever need anything," she said, sounding sweet and sincere.

"I'll keep that in mind," I smiled, as she gave me a big hug.

My pussy dampened as I anticipated a kiss.

Sadly, it didn't happen.

I said goodbye, and headed out to my car.

In my car, I moved my hand to my excited pussy, closed my eyes, and imagined that hug becoming something different.

Bethany moved behind me and whispered, "Mrs. Walker, I really want to thank you for all you have done for me."

My body shivered as her hand went to my waist. I replied, "It's okay, Bethany, I just want you to be successful."

She responded, turning me around, and looking into my eyes, "And now I want to reward you."

I was ready to give into her completely.



Then she kissed me.

I melted at her touch, moving my hands to her ripe breasts.

Her hands went to my ass.

We kissed intimately for minutes, lust overriding everything else. She wasn't dominant, I wasn't submissive. We were just two lovers in the heat of the moment.

I broke the kiss and whispered, "I want to taste you."

Her eyes went nervous. "Um, I have a secret, Mrs. Walker."

"What is it?" I asked.

"I, um, I'm not all girl," she whispered, looking embarrassed.

"Let me see," I said, curious.

She pulled down her skirt nervously to reveal her pantyhose were actually thigh highs.

She then pulled down her panties to reveal a very nice hard cock.

"Oh my," I smiled, reaching and taking her cock in my hand. "Does my daughter know about this delicious secret?"



She answered, "We play sometimes."

"You do, do you?" I purred, stroking it lightly.

"Tori calls it part of her work out regiment," Bethany moaned softly with a girlish giggle.

"I bet she does," I smiled, as I lowered myself to my knees.

"Oh my," Bethany said, looking down at me so adorably. "I have fantasized about this for a long time, Mrs. Walker."

"You have?" I asked, as I flicked my tongue on her cock head.

"Yes, Mrs. Walker," she whimpered. "You are a very beautiful woman and the reason I have started wearing nylons."

"Really?" I smiled, swirling my tongue around her cock. "You look super sexy in those thigh highs Bethany."

"Thank you, Mrs. Walker," she blushed, looking so sweet and innocent.

"Please call me Jasmine," I offered, before I took her cock in my mouth.

"Oh God, yes, Mrs. Walker, I mean Jasmine," Bethany moaned.

I whispered, as I took her cock out of my mouth, "Your cock is so delicious."

"Thank you," she whimpered, her eyes looking both lustful and surprised.



I bobbed hungrily on her cock, wanting that first load down my throat.

"Oh God, Jasmine," she moaned, "that feels so good."

I asked, "Can you reload quickly?"

"Oh yes," Bethany smiled. "I can come lots."

"I want to take that first load in my mouth and swallow it, sexy," I purred, as I stood up and quickly took off my skirt and returned back to my knees... happy I had chosen not to wear any panties tonight... just one more secret rebellion to the stereotypical perception of me and most teachers.

"Oh yes," Bethany whimpered, before adding, "Tori loves swallowing my cum too."



"Like Mommy, like daughter," I purred, as I resumed, sucking her delicious cock.

"Oh yes," she agreed.

I bobbed looking forward to feeling her big cock fucking me, as I imagined her big cock fucking my daughter.

Suddenly she grabbed my head, surprising me, and began bucking her hips as she unexpectedly was fucking my face.

"Oh God, so close," she grunted.

Suddenly she stiffened, as I furiously stroked her cock while sucking simultaneously, and deposited one of the biggest loads I have ever had explode in my mouth. She just came and came, and I hungrily swallowed it all.

"Yes, Jasmine, take it all," she whimpered.

And I did.



I kept sucking until every drop of cum was deposited inside my mouth and down my throat.

"Oh God," she weakly said, as she pulled out. "That was intense."

"That was just the beginning," I responded, licking one last drop of cum from the tip of her cock.

"I hope so," Bethany smiled, as she moved to the edge of her bed.

I crawled to her, stood up and pushed her playfully onto her back. I smiled, while I moved on top of her and kissed her.

We kissed for a few minutes and then I slowly moved back down and pointed out, "Does this beast ever go down?"

"When I'm sleeping," she smiled, as I stroked her cock.

"Well, this is going to keep me awake for a while," I bantered back, teasing her cock and taking it back into my hungry mouth.

"You love sucking cock, don't you?" Bethany asked.

"I will suck your cock anytime you want," I answered.

"In your classroom?" she asked.

"Yes," I nodded.

"In front of Tori?" she questioned.

"God, yes," I nodded, taking her cock back in my mouth and cupping her big balls.



"Oh yes," she moaned, obviously liking having her balls fondled.

I sucked her cock.

I slid my tongue down her shaft.

I sucked each ball in my mouth.

I sat up, took off my blouse and moved between her legs. I smiled, "I think I could suck your cock for an eternity."

"And I'd let you," she moaned, as I flicked her thick cock head.





After a couple of minutes of sucking, I wanted it in me. And she seemed to be thinking the exact same thing.

She said, "Roll onto your stomach, Jasmine."

"Hmmmmmmm," I moaned as I got into position.

I looked behind me and watched as she moved in position. "It's time to make fantasy a reality," she said.

"Ditto," I nodded.

"Want my cock?" she asked, rubbing her cock up and down on my very wet pussy lips.

"Fuck me, Bethany," I replied, wanting that cock deep in me.

She slid inside me.

I moaned, "Yes, Bethany."

"So wet," she moaned, as her entire cock slid inside me.

"That's your fault," I smiled back at her.



She laughed. "I still can't believe this is happening."

"Me either," I responded, watching her the entire time. Loving her cute face, loving her intensity.

After a minute or two of fucking me slowly, she surprised me by lifting up my left foot.

I almost lost my balance as I reached up to cup her perky breasts.

"Tori loves this position," Bethany explained. "She says I go extra deep."



"So it seems," I moaned, as she did indeed seem to reach new depths.

She fucked me slowly in this position for a while, before I begged, "Harder, baby. Fuck me harder."

"I want to fuck you all night long," she said, as she let go of my leg.

I leaned forward and agreed, "I'm not leaving until you kick me out."

"You may have to move in then," she smiled back, as her hands went to my hips and she shifted from slow to fast thrusts.

"Oh yes," I moaned, "fuck me baby. Shove that big cock deep in my cunt."

"You like it rough?" she asked, as she began slamming into me.
"Oh yes, I want to be fucked hard, baby," I moaned.

"Tori likes it rough too," Bethany said.

"Do you make her your slut?" I asked.

"Sometimes," Bethany answered. "We often role play."

"You doooooo?" I asked, my orgasm building.



"Oh yes, sometimes I'm Ms. Kepling or one of the cheerleaders, or...." She stopped after listing off a couple of my own fantasies.

"Or what?" I asked, the idea that my daughter and I were so much alike in our fantasies only enhancing my growing pleasure.

She stopped deep inside of me.

"You sure you want to hear this?" she asked.

"I'm sure that I want you to keep fucking me and I'm sure I want to hear everything you and my daughter do," I said, looking back at her.

"Or sometimes I'm you," she revealed, shocking me to my core.

"Oh my," I moaned, the revelation only adding to the fire burning inside me.

"Oh yes, she loves roleplaying incest," she added, before ordering, "Roll onto your side."

"Yes, ma'am," I joked, as I obeyed, my head still processing this new information.

"This is my favourite positon," she explained, as she moved behind me.

"Why?" I asked, as her cock poked my anal hole, making me wonder if she was going to try and fuck my ass.

"It's romantic and yet I can go really deep," she answered, as she repositioned her cock towards my pussy.

"I see," I said, as she slid her cock back in my wanton box.

"I love fucking you, Jasmine," she whispered, as she slowly fucked me.

"I love being fucked by you," I answered completely enamoured by her soft touch, big cock, and intimate fucking.

And she fucked me for a couple more minutes in this position.



She then said, "Let's take this to the floor."

"How romantic," I smiled, as she pulled out and moved to the floor.

She shrugged, "I just like the floor for this position, and for stability."

"Which positon?" I asked, curious.

I watched her get onto her ass and say, "Now come and face me."

"Interesting," I said, not sure how this would work.

"This is a really fun position," she said, holding her cock out for me.

"So it seems," I smiled, as I lowered myself.

It took a bit of work, and flexibility, both of us laughing as we failed the first couple of times.

"Now buck your hips and fuck me," she said,

"Oh, you naughty girl," I purred, as I obeyed her suggestion.



In this position, I really began to feel my orgasm rise again, the ups and downs of the orgasm that wouldn't explode.

"Oh yes, Jasmine, fuck yourself," she moaned, as she just sat and watched me.

"You like to watch," I smiled.

"I like it all," she answered, as she began moving her hips to meet mine.

"Oh, God," I moaned, the pleasure increasing.

Yet, after only a few seconds, I couldn't hold myself up and fell backwards. I joked, "Apparently I'm not as flexible as I used to be."

"Sorry," she laughed too.

I straddled her and lowered myself back on her cock. I smiled, "This I can do."

"Yes, you can," she smiled, as I began slowly riding her.

"Oh yes, so good," I moaned, taking all her cock in me as I slowly rode her.

"You look so hot," she moaned, as I closed my eyes and allowed myself to enjoy the pleasure of riding her cock.



I rode her for a couple of minutes, my orgasm again rising. Yet, in this position, I couldn't go as fast as I wanted to... or needed to.

Suddenly she pulled me close, kissed me and using strength I didn't know she had, she lifted me up, laid me on my back and began to fuck me.

"I want to see you come, Jasmine," she said.

"Then fuck me hard," I said.

"I think I can do that," she responded, and began fucking me hard and deep, her entire body crashing into me with each forward thrust.

And in this position, she seemed to go even deeper, and my orgasm, which had been building and teasing, was finally in full throttle.

"Yes, yes," I moaned, "pound my cunt."

"You sound so hot in desperation."

"Um, thanks," I laughed, as I moved my hand to my clit and began rubbing while Bethany fucked me hard.

"Come baby," she ordered.

"Yes, God, I love your cock," I moaned as I closed my eyes and allowed my orgasm to rise and erupt like a volcano.



A few more hard thrusts and I finally came. "Yes, I'm coming."

She kept fucking me through my orgasm as I just allowed her to fuck me and the orgasm to take control.

When she pulled out, I asked, "You still need to come?"

"Maybe," she shrugged.

"Sit on the edge of the bed," I ordered, as I weakly got up.

She did and I moved between her legs and tried something different. I moved her cock between my tits and squeezed them together.

"Oh, this is new," she moaned.

"Like it?" I asked, trying to be sexy, even though it was awkward.



"Oh yes," she moaned. "You look hot with my cock in your mouth, your pussy, and even between your tits."

"You like having your own teacher pet?" I asked.

"It's a dream come true," she answered, before adding as she moved her hands to cup my tits, "literally."

I laughed, "I'm happy to hear you use literally in the right context."

"Always in teacher mode," she laughed back.

"Teacher mode or teacher slut mode," I shrugged.

"I like both," she said, "although I think I'm partial to teacher slut."

"Me too," I agreed.



"I want your next load in my cunt, Bethany," I said, liking using the word 'cunt'; instead of 'pussy' when in such sexual acts.

"I couldn't agree more," she nodded, before adding, "go lie down on the bed and spread those sexy legs."

"Hmmm, I love a girl who knows what she wants," I purred, getting onto the bed, lying on my back, and then spreading my legs.

"And what I want now is you, Mrs. Walker," she said, as she moved between me and slid her cock inside me as she leaned in and kissed me passionately.



She kept fucking me forever, kissing me the entire time.

It was intimate.

It was intense.

It was romantic.

It was raw.

Eventually, she broke the kiss and began fucking me rapidly, like my husband used to fuck me when he was about to come.

"Come in me, baby," I moaned, lifting my legs up.

"Oh yes, Jasmine," she moaned.

"Fill my cunt with your cum," I begged, looking deep into her eyes.

"Oh fuck, yes," she grunted, as she deposited her cum in me.

Lights suddenly flashed from a passing car and I was startled back to reality. I looked around, briefly confused of my whereabouts, before realizing I was still in front of Bethany's house.

I pulled my fingers from my cunt and started driving, my head spinning with my obsession of shemales.

Once home, I had a late supper, did a bit of grading, got in pajamas, and checked my email. I had over forty new emails.

I responded to almost all of them, including some of my regulars, some I would consider friends, before trying to continue writing a new series I hoped to release in 2016... a 1950's lesbian story.

I went to bed after writing a dozen pages and getting myself off quickly imagining I was the main submissive character in the story.

.....

The next day, I headed to school and upon entering my room was surprised to see Mrs. Rose sitting on my desk.

I was equally surprised to see her leaning over, her tits almost coming out of her blouse.

I was even more surprised to see she was not wearing heels.



Things just continued to get weirder and weirder. It was as if my fantasy world was becoming my reality... having imagined her in my classroom, in nylons, many times before.

I greeted, "Good morning, Mrs. Rose."

"Hi, Jasmine," she looked up, startled.

"Sorry to scare you," I said.

She got off my desk and walked over to a student's desk. "No worries, I just needed to ask you a favour."

"Sure," I nodded, as I put my stuff down on a table.

She hopped up onto the desk and said, "Can you cover a class for Mrs. Wheat in your prep today?"

"Um, sure," I said, finding it odd she didn't just e-mail such a request, like she usually would.

As she crossed her legs, looking at me the entire time, she said, "Great."

It was then I saw the lace top of her thigh high stockings. My pussy tingled. Mrs. Rose wore thigh high stockings.



She continued, "If there is ever any way I can thank you for covering let me know."

I thought to myself: 'Yes, spread your legs and let me munch on that pussy'.

I answered, "Oh, it's my pleasure."

She nodded, "You really are a team player."

"Annabelle called me submissive the other day," I quipped, trying to hint at my true nature.

"I suppose you are," she nodded. "Always helping others."

"It's how I was raised," I shrugged.

"To please others?" she asked.

"It sounds bad when you say it like that," I joked, before adding, "I guess I have always wanted to make other people happy whatever way I can." I even stressed 'whatever' trying to give any hint I could that I was willing to be submissive to her.

"That is what I love about you," she nodded, getting off the desk.

"Not my teaching?" I bantered.

"Well, that too," she laughed, before saying, "have a great day, Jasmine."

"You too, Mrs. Rose," I said, staring at her nylon-clad feet as she walked past me.

.....

It was Friday when things got even stranger.

I was walking past my daughter's room and saw her posing in front of the mirror in just her bra, panties and thigh high stockings.

I froze.



She looked so hot.

I'm not proud of my first thought or the image that popped into my head.

Me with my face buried between her legs.



The thought was short lived as Tori greeted, seeing me in the mirror, acting casual, "Hi, Mom."

"Hi, Tori," I replied, walking into her room. I asked, "Hot date?"

"Just going to a party," she answered.

"In those?" I asked.

"What?" she asked, suddenly looking vulnerable. "Do I look bad?"

"No, no," I said, thinking to myself, 'no, you look utterly delicious'. "It's just that I thought you were more a jeans and t-shirt girl, Tori."

"I know," she nodded. "But I see you always in nylons and thought I should try them."

"Do you like them?" I asked.

"They make me feel sexy and mature," she answered, posing for me.



"It does do that," I smiled, looking at her feet in nylons.

"Mom, can I ask you a personal question?" she asked.

"Sure, anything," I answered, taking a bit too long to as I admired my daughter's legs and feet.

"Why do you wear them every day?"

"Lots of reasons," I answered, vaguely.

"Like?"

"Well, your father loved me in them," I started.

"I see," she nodded.

"But even after he died, well, I love the feel of them, the way they showcase my legs and also the attention I get wearing them."

"How so?"

"I don't know," I shrugged. "I just find that when I wear nylons I get more attention."

"Me too," she nodded.

"I treat my legs and feet like my third asset," I continued.

"Third asset?" she questioned.

"Yes," I nodded. "Men check out your breasts and ass... but also your legs."

"I guess that makes sense," she said, as she brushed her hair back.



She looked so sweet, innocent, and sexy... like so many of my protagonists... so much like Jenny in my 'Bedding the Babysitter' series.

"Well, honey, I'll let you get ready," I said.

I left her alone and once in the hallway, leaned against the wall, my pussy on fire.

I no doubt wanted to submit to my daughter.

Yet, I sensed even if she was to have sex... she would be submissive like me.

I closed my eyes and again imagined that I was a submissive:

"Come lick me," Tori ordered.

"But I'm your mother," I protested weakly, even as my mouth watered.

"No, you're my live-in pussy pleasing Mommy-slut," she corrected, as she opened her legs and snapped her fingers like I was a dog.

"Tori, how dare...." I began to protest.

"Now, Mother," she ordered, interrupting me.

For some reason, I obeyed, going to the bed, and moving between her stocking-clad legs and her surprisingly shaved pussy.

"I shaved my cunt just for you," she said.

"Thank you," I absurdly said, as I extended my tongue and began licking.



"That's it, Mommy-slut, lick your daughter's cunt," she ordered.

"Yes," I moaned, lapping eagerly at her perfect sweetness.

"Mom!" I head Tori say in shock, breaking me out of my fantasy, my fingers in my panties and my skirt hiked up.

"Oh, God," I gasped, embarrassed, as I pulled my fingers out.

"What were you masturbating about?" she asked, now in a skirt.

"Nothing," I lied, before adding, "I'm so sorry."

Tori laughed.

"What?" I asked.

"I just never thought of you as someone who masturbates," she said.

I shrugged, "Trust me, I masturbate... a lot!"

"TMI!" Tori laughed.

Deciding to continue the conversation. "Probably more than my teenage students."

"Oh my God," Tori gasped.

"Sorry, it's been a long time," I admitted.

"Since Dad died?" she asked, suddenly serious.

"Yeah," I nodded.

"So, you need to get laid," she said.

"Tori!" I gasped, my turn to be shocked.

"Just saying," she shrugged, before heading back to her room.

I was just beginning to go to my room, when she came back out and handed me a vibrator. "This, Mom, is a girl's best friend."

"Tori!" I said.

"Trust me," she said. "It's called a rabbit and it will have you bouncing."

"I can't believe the conversation we're having," I said, as I looked at the long toy, one I had considered buying after research for another story.

"We're both adults now," Tori shrugged, before adding, "and we both need to get laid."

"Aaaaaah," I mockingly screamed, as I covered my ears.

Tori laughed and headed back to her room.

I went to mine and once Tori was gone used the toy in me as I imagined her being my Mistress.

It didn't take long, the rabbit being intense and the fantasy just as intense.

As I recovered, I shook my head... my life was becoming more and more surreal.

On the bright side, I chuckled to myself, at least this fantasy didn't end with my daughter having a cock.

That night, I did some research on incest yet again. I had done a fair amount over the years for my story writing and had talked to a quite a few people who admitted they participated. Now I know some of it was bullshit, but I was convinced incest was a lot more common than society would like us to believe.

I also went back and reread some of my incest stories. Revisiting my first, 'Making Mommy Mine' I was shocked by how average it was, and the sequel was worse. But as I looked at some of my other stories I felt better. 'What Mom Doesn't Know Will Fuck Her' and the many sequels were all quite good; my most read story 'Pet Mommy': Becoming a Mommy Slut' was also very good, although the sequels were definitely less popular; my recent 'Backseat Mommy' series was shockingly popular with over 900 favourites and over 400,000 reads in the first three months. My favourite self-penned incest story, though, was 'Debutante MILF Lesbian Submissive' and I wondered if I would ever really be willing to submit myself to my daughter.

.....

A couple of days later, I was at my desk when Annabelle walked in and sat on the chair in front of my desk I had just put there for my student-teacher meetings on their upcoming essays.

She sighed, "These meetings are getting ridiculous."

She was talking about a Monday morning meeting that had just been scheduled. I said, "Yes, Mrs. Rose is really exercising the 'and duties assigned' part of our contract."

"Seems we continue to keep bending over and taking it in the arse," she said, before adding, "and they're not even being courteous enough to use lube."

I laughed, but instantly pondered getting it in the ass from her and her nice big cock.

She then smiled, "Unless you like taking it up the arse, Jasmine."

My face instantly went beet red.

Seeing my reaction, she continued, "Oh, sweet Jasmine isn't all she seems. That is utterly delicious."

Somehow wanting to prove her right and break the good girl image I seemed to have, I added, while also trying to hint at my willingness to be her fuck slut, "Oh, trust me. I'm not what I seem."

"So you can be a randy minx in the bedroom then?" She asked, as she slipped out of her heels and placed her stocking feet on my desk.
Somehow wanting to go tit for tat in this game of verbal foreplay, I countered, even as I looked at the soles of her nylon-clad feet, "I like it rough, if that is what you mean."

"So are you the dominant or the submissive?" She asked.

"What do you think?" I countered, as I resisted the temptation to touch her stocking feet.

"Oh, you are definitely a through and through submissive," she answered, as she wiggled her toes.

"Compared to just a submissive?" I countered, as I stood up, wanting to get a better view of her feet.

She laughed, "Exactly," as she put her feet back down. A rush of disappointment hit me when she put her sexy feet away.

"So do you take it in the arse?" I asked.

"Every day here it seems," she shrugged as she stood up, giving a non-committal answer.

"So it seems," I laughed, before another colleague walked in and the conversation came to an abrupt, disappointing end.

That night while in the shower and horny, I masturbated to the thought of getting ass fucked by Annabelle's big cock.



I came in less than two minutes.

Fuck, I needed to get royally fucked and soon.

.....

It was the following Friday, after two gruelling days of parent-teacher interviews, when Annabelle walked into my room and declared, "You are coming out with me tonight."

"I am, am I?" I said, playfully.

"You are," she nodded. "It's my birthday and I always get what I want on my birthday."

"Happy birthday," I said surprised, I had no idea it was her birthday.

"So that is a yes?" she asked.

"Of course," I nodded, before asking, "Where are we going?"

"Just be ready after work," she ordered, before walking out. As usual, she was wearing nylons, but no shoes. That had become the norm for her since the day she first walked into my room without heels.

"Yes, ma'am," I joked.

"I like that," she smiled, "always the submissive."

I bantered back, "I do aim to please."

Her smile shifted to seductive, "That... I'll keep in mind."

All day, I was curious where we were going. The day done, the holidays upon us, I felt liberated and free.

I went to Annabelle's room and was surprised, actually shocked, to see Mrs. Rose giving Annabelle a foot massage.

Annabelle acted casual as she asked, "Ready for a wild night?"

"Um, yeah," I nodded, as I looked at our principal on her knees giving one of her employees a foot massage.

A couple of things popped into my head: First, Principal Rose was getting some of Annabelle's cock (it would explain her rather more relaxed approach the past couple of weeks as well as her walking around in her nylon-clad feet); second, I wanted to be the one giving that massage and having that cock.

"Tonight, we let loose," Annabelle continued, as if it wasn't odd to have the principal of the school giving her a foot massage.

"I really need to," I agreed. "Parent-teacher interviews have been exhausting."

"Agreed," Annabelle nodded. "I'll pick you up at eight. And dress sexy."

"How sexy?" I asked.

"Slut it up," she answered.

I looked down at Mrs. Rose, who refused to make eye contact with me.

"Um, okay," I said.

"Tonight we get you back out there," she continued.

I was thinking we could do that right here in her room, but I said, "That sounds like way too much work."

"Not where we are going," she smiled.

"Which is where?" I asked again.

"You'll see," she said, before ordering, "other foot."

I watched in awe as Principal Rose did as she was told.

It was so hot.

I was so jealous.

I was equally confused.

.....

That night, dressed in my one party dress, thigh highs and heels, I was picked up promptly at eight and Annabelle complimented, "You look delicious."

It was a strange compliment, but I joked, "I haven't been on the menu for a long time."

She laughed, "Time to make you the main menu item."

As I got in the car, I was disappointed to see she was in jeans, although her blouse left very little to the imagination in regards to her voluptuous tits.

"So, where we going?" I asked, as she began driving.

"To an exclusive club," she answered.

"That makes it clear," I bantered.

We chatted for a few minutes about generic nothingness, before she pulled up at a club called She-dazzles.

My eyes went big. She was taking me to a strip club.

"Like?" she asked.

"You're taking me to a strip club?" I asked.

"Oh, it's more than a strip club," she replied.

"How so?" I asked.

"Oh, you'll see," she smiled, as she winked and got out of the vehicle.

I followed and once inside, Annabelle went straight to the stage, where a blonde was already dancing.

Annabelle sat down and asked me, "Ever been to a strip club?"

"This is a first," I answered, checking the stripper out, as a waitress came and took our drink orders.

"Well, it's great to go to a bar where men are not hitting on me," she said.

"Because you only like women?" I asked, looking down and noticing that she was wearing nylons under her jeans, her open-toed heels showcasing her toes in nylon.

She smiled, "Oh, I like to fuck a man once in a while too."

I didn't know if she knew that I knew she had a cock, but I continued to play the dumb innocent teacher in withdrawal, "I can't even recall the last time I was fucked by a man."

"Maybe you need to be fucked by a woman," she quickly retorted.

I smiled, "Are you offering?"

"Maybe I am," she winked, before turning her head back to the stripper.

She always knew how to tease and then leave me hanging.

I too turned to the stripper, who had since taken off her bikini top to reveal a great pair of tits as I wondered if tonight would be the night she seduced me. I again felt like a character in one of my own stories, hungry and wanting, but insecure.



The waitress returned with our orders and I downed half my rum.

Annabelle laughed, "Thirsty?"

"Liquid courage," I joked.

Annabelle said to the waitress, "Bring us two more each... doubles."

"Yes, Annabelle," the waitress nodded.

"The waitress knows you by name?" I asked.

"We used to date," she shrugged.

"So are you mostly into women?" I asked.

"Mostly," she nodded.

I finished my drink.

Annabelle pointed to the stripper and asked, "Isn't she hot?"

"I wish I looked that good," I answered.

"Oh, you do, Jasmine," she replied, looking back to me as if I was her next prey.

I laughed, "I'm not in the same ball park as her or you."

"Oh, Jasmine," she sighed, "You just don't know how hot and sexy you are, do you?"

"I guess not," I shrugged.

"Half the teen boys at school want to fuck you," she started.

"And they all want to fuck you," I countered.

"My tits, sure," she nodded, "but you are different."

"How?" I asked, wanting to be told I was beautiful by a beautiful woman.

"You're sweet and sexy; you're smart and yet don't act it; your body is amazing even though you hide it," she listed, looking deep into my eyes. She then added, "Plus you are a submissive, which means you are likely eager to please and do whatever you are told in the bedroom."

I blushed.

"Well, with my husband, I was indeed very submissive," I admitted, giving her every reason possible to make me her submissive.

"Now you just need to find the right man," she began and then paused before adding, "or woman, to bring out the devilish side of you."

Before I could respond, the waitress returned with more drinks. Thinking that getting drunk would help me say the things I wanted to say, do the things I wanted to do, I grabbed the second drink and downed a third of it. My eyes went big with how strong a double was.

Annabelle laughed, "Slow down, cowgirl."

"Well, when in Rome," I joked, hoping she took my less than subtle hint at what I was willing to do.

"I think she likes you," Annabelle said, pointing back to the stage.

My cunt was on fire at all the innuendo as I turned to the stage to see the stripper, whose ass was now bent over and staring back at me.

"Oh my," I said.

Annabelle joked, "Maybe we found her already."

The stripper turned back to look directly into my eyes.

My body had chills.

I blushed an even darker shade of red and was happy the club was dark and mostly empty.



Over the next three strippers, we drank, drooled and chatted,

Suddenly, Annabelle asked, "So, why do you always wear nylons?"

I looked down and saw that the entire top of my lace top thigh highs were visible. I answered, "My husband used to love me wearing them. Then, I realized wearing them made me feel sexy and ever since he died I have worn them every day. Sometimes pantyhose, sometimes stockings and a garter-belt and, more often than not, thigh high stockings."

"They are delicious," she smiled.

"I see you usually wear them too," I pointed out, pointing to her toes.

"I do," she nodded. "I too have always found them sexy and able to accentuate my legs, which I really like because I get sick sometimes of always having people stare at my tits."

I joked, "I don't have that problem."

"Count yourself lucky," she said, pointing to her huge tits, "These can be a heavy burden... literally."

"I guess," I said, wishing mine were bigger.

"Trust me," she said. "You have a perfect body."

"I do?" I asked.

"Long sexy legs, a nice tight ass, ripe firm tits that still don't sag, amazing eyes, and a sexy smile," she listed, looking me directly in the eyes.

"Thank you," I said, flattered.

"As soon as you accept that you are a great woman and deserve a great man," she said, before pausing, "or woman, you will get the life you deserve."

Deciding to reveal I knew the truth, drunk enough to take the risk, I asked, standing up, "What if I want a woman and a man?"

"Threesome," she smiled, standing up too. "I didn't think that was you."

"Oh, I am up for almost anything," I said, flirting.

"Is that so?" she asked.

"Yes," I nodded.

"Did you enjoy the show on the yacht?" she asked.

"You saw me?" I asked.

"I did," she smiled.

"It was pretty hot," I admitted.

"What was?" she asked.

"Seeing your big cock and seeing you dominate another woman," I bluntly said, as I flashed back to the image of her face fucking the woman.



"Did you fantasize that was you?" she asked, now so close to me I could kiss her.

"Maybe," I shrugged.

"Were you surprised?" she asked.

"Yes," I nodded. "I have never seen a woman with a cock."

"Well, there are many more here," she said.

Impulsively, I leaned in and kissed her.



We kissed for only a few seconds before she broke it and said, "Jasmine, I'd love to be with you."

My heart sank. Her tone I had heard before. It always included a 'but'.

"But?" I asked.

"But you are drunk," she said.

"But I know what I want," I answered.

"I do too," she said, kissing me again. "But not like this."

My hand went to her crotch and I said bluntly, impressed it was completely hard, "I want this."

"But Jasmine," she said, not pushing my hand away, "this is not a decision you make in the heat of the moment or while under the influence."

"But," I said.

"Jasmine, I like you," Annabelle said. "A lot, so much that it's confusing me. I'm also not a one woman person. You would have to understand that I'm a dominant, a Mistress, and I expect complete obedience."

"I understand," I said, rubbing her cock.

"You think you do, Jasmine," she said, "but I don't think you are really capable of being one of my pets."

At the moment, I wanted to be one of her pets, but I couldn't say that as one of the strippers suddenly walked up to us.

"Ready to go, Mistress?" the big, fake-titted stripper asked.

"Yes, my dear," Annabelle said. "I'm sorry, Jasmine, but if you want to be my pet, to submit to me unconditionally, you need to do it sober."

She kissed me again and then took the hand of another woman.



I watched them leave, hand in hand, completely deflated.

I went to the bar and ordered a drink.

I wasn't even sitting two minutes when a voice greeted, "So are you another casualty of Annabelle?"

"Pardon?" I asked, looking up to see a very pretty black woman.



"Annabelle tends to leave lustful women everywhere heartbroken."

"Oh, we are just friends," I answered, as she sat down beside me.

"But you want to be more?" she asked.

"I thought so," I answered.

"I hate to be blunt, but she is trouble," she warned, as she moved closer to me.

"And you're not?" I asked, smiling back.

"Oh, I'm trouble too," she laughed, as she moved her hand to my leg. "Do you want to get out of here?"



"What do you have in mind?" I asked, so frustrated by the rejection by Annabelle that I was considering leaving with a stranger... plus, a black woman has also been one of my many fantasies.

Plus, I wondered, did she have a cock too?

"To give you what Annabelle wouldn't," she said bluntly.

I froze.

She took my hand and said, "You're coming with me."

I followed... curious... my pussy soaking wet.

She led me out of the bar and, to my surprise, to a park across the street.

I should have stopped, this was risky, I didn't know this woman at all, yet I continued following... my pussy leading the way.

Once in a secluded area, she turned to me and said, "I've been checking you out all night."

"Really?" I asked.

"You looked so innocent and yet, seeing the thigh highs, I could tell there was something sexy and naughty underneath," she said, as she pushed me to my knees.

(next pictures are at night... but to be able to see the action have been created lighted)

"Take off my skirt," she ordered.

I did, my hands trembling as I obeyed. Reality somehow more raw than fantasy. I had written many stories where characters drop to their knees, many stories where women submit to another woman, and yet having it actually happen was a lot different than writing it.

"My panties too," she ordered, the massive bulge in the panties confirming what I had hoped... she had a nice big black cock.

I again obeyed, staring at the cock the entire time.

It was completely hard, completely shaved and calling my name.

"Do you want this?" she asked.

"God, yes," I answered, no longer worrying about being in a public park at one in the morning... instead only focused on the cock in front of me.

"Go ahead, I'll give you what Annabelle won't," she offered, sliding her cock in my open, eager mouth as she moved her hands to my head.



I put my hand on her soft skin as I sucked my first cock in years. Thankfully, it isn't a skill that fades over time.

I slowly bobbed on it, wanting to worship this black cock, two fantasies coming true at once: sucking a big black cock and being with a shemale.

"Oh yes, my little white slut, suck my cock," she moaned.

I liked being called a slut and moaned on her cock in response.

"You like my big black cock?" she asked, pulling out of my mouth.

"I love it," I answered, staring at it like it was the Holy Grail of cock.

"You want to be my little white cock slut for the night?" she asked, as she moved her cock head around my lips, teasing me relentlessly.

"Yes, ma'am," I moaned, wanting that cock back in my mouth, in my pussy.

She slid her cock back into my mouth as she said, "I knew the minute I saw you that you would be an eager little cock slut."

I wanted to ask why, but instead I focused on the big cock in my mouth. I bobbed on it hungrily, slowly taking more and more in my mouth with each forward bob.

"Yes, you look so good, my white cock slut," she moaned, before asking, "Am I your first shemale?"

"Yes, ma'am," I nodded.

"And you want my cock in that eager mouth of yours?" she asked.

"And in my wet cunt," I added, wanting to give into her completely... I could finally be a slut for a night... I could finally be one of my protagonists.

"You think you deserve this delicious cock in that white box of yours?" she asked.

"Yes, ma'am," I nodded, as I licked her shaft and moved down to her balls.

"Well, you are one eager white slut," she groaned as I took one of her balls in my mouth.

"I can't believe that Annabelle went home with that slut Kandy rather than you," she purred as I moved my tongue back up her hard shaft and took her cock back in my mouth.

I couldn't believe it either; nor could I believe the stripper was actually named Kandy; I also couldn't believe that I was on my knees with a black cock in my mouth.

I sucked her cock for a couple of minutes, taking almost her entire shaft in my mouth by the end.

"Take off your blouse," she ordered.

I didn't want to do that in the park, but I obeyed like the submissive I was.

"No bra?" she nodded. "You really are a slut."

"Yes, ma'am," I said, a chill going up my spine and making my nipples go stiff.

"Squeeze those white pillows together," she ordered.

"Yes, ma'am," I obeyed.

"So obedient," she said, as she moved her cock between my tits.

The contrast between her black cock and my white tits was so enthralling. Having my tits fucked was equally enthralling.

"Such nice perky tits," she moaned as she slowly fucked my tits.



This only lasted a minute, maybe less, before she guided me to the ground and asked, "Ready to get fucked, my white slut?"

"Shove that big black cock in me," I answered, spreading my legs and inviting her in.

"You really want it, don't you my white cock slut?" she asked, moving between my legs with a smug smile on her face.

"I fucking need it," I answered.

"How bad?" she asked.

"Make me your fucking white cock whore," I answered. "Use me like some cheap slut that was born to be used by you."

"Fucking hot," she nodded, as she rubbed her cock up and down my pussy.

"Please, shove it in, ma'am," I moaned, the teasing driving me wild. I needed her cock and I needed it this second.

"So wet," she purred.

"For you," I whimpered, the teasing making me desperate.

She finally slid her cock inside me.



"Oooooooooooooh, yes," I moaned, the moment of penetration as exhilarating as I had imagined.

"Such a tight white twat," she moaned, as she filled me completely.

"It's because your cock is so big," I moaned, her cock so much longer than my deceased husband's.

"White sluts love my cock," she said, as she kept fucking me.

"I can see why," I moaned as her cock slid in and out of me.
"Want it deeper, my white slut?" she asked.

"God, yes," I nodded, wanting to feel her cock as deep into me as she could possibly explore.

She spread my legs wider, holding me in a position I hadn't been in for a long time as she began to fuck me faster.

"Oh yes, fuck my cunt," I demanded, wanting to feel her slam into me, to have her fuck me like a cheap white slut for black cock.

She fucked me in this position for a bit before I complained, the pleasure numbed by a cramp, "I'm getting a cramp."

She grabbed my legs and lifted them up and together.

"I'm not that flexible," I joked.

"You will be for me," she said, as she leaned forward against my nylon-clad legs and slammed her cock deep into me.

"Oh, fuck, yes," I moaned, this angle reaching new depths in my long-neglected cunt.

"That's it, slut, take all my cock up that sweet white pussy," she moaned, as she began pumping her cock in and out of me.

"Oh, God, I love your cock," I moaned, not caring about colour anymore, only about length, girth and expertise.



She ordered, "On your knees, my white slut. Time to fuck you like a sexy white bitch in heat."

I quickly obeyed, always loving the feeling of getting fucked doggy style.

"So obedient," she again chuckled.

"Just shove that big dick in my cunt," I demanded, now in position.

"You mean my black cock?" she questioned, moving behind me.

"God, yes, shove that massive, black fuck stick up my white box," I babbled, needing it in me badly... indeed feeling like a bitch in heat.

She slid inside me and resumed fucking me, this time hard and deep.

"Oh yes, harder," I moaned, my orgasm building quickly.

"You going to come for me, you white whore?" she asked.

"God, yes, so close," I moaned.

"Come for me, slut," she ordered, pounding me so hard I was in delirium.

"Oh yes, fuck," I babbled.

"Now, slut," she demanded, fucking me so hard, I was barely able to keep my balance on all fours.

"Yes, yes, fuck, pound your slut," I babbled as my orgasm got closer.



"Oh fuck, I'm so close," I declared.

She suddenly pulled out, I assumed to come on me, but she instead moved onto the ground and ordered, "Ride me, slut."

"Oh God," I said, my body so close to eruption. I hurriedly crawled over on top of her and lowered myself on her massive flag pole, desperate to have my much needed orgasm.

"Oh yes, slut," she moaned, "Now come, you dirty fucking slut."

"Yes, ma'am," I whimpered, as I furiously bounced up and down in reckless abandon and desperation... my need to come literally overriding everything else.

"Now, you fucking whore," she demanded, as she pulled out and began spanking my clit.

"Oh fuuuuuuuuuck," I screamed, that rough treatment of my sensitive clit the trigger to heaven on earth. My orgasm hit like a million fires as my entire body burned in euphoria.



"Keep coming," she purred, continuing to tap on my clit.

"I can't stop," l admitted, my body spent and yet my orgasm still coursing through every part of my body.

She rolled me onto my side, slid her cock back in me and fucked me throughout my orgasm.

When she pulled out, I assumed it was to come this time, but instead it was to move to a nearby bench as she then ordered, "Get over here, slut."

I crawled to her, somehow feeling that that was what I should do. Also, I felt too weak to actually get up and walk the few feet.

Reaching her, she ordered, "Come and clean my cock of your slut juices."

"Yes, ma'am," I nodded, moving between her legs and taking her cock back in my mouth.

"Oh yes, take it all, my cute white slut," she moaned, as I tried to devour her entire cock.

I moaned on her cock in response.

Suddenly she grabbed my head and shoved it down on her cock and held me there.

I gagged briefly, but then began to breathe through my nose.

"That's it, hold my cock deep in your throat," she demanded.

Not that I had a choice.

When she let go, I resumed bobbing, now deep throating her cock.



"Want this cock back in you?" she asked.

"Yes, ma'am," I nodded, still having no idea what her name was.

She rolled me onto the ground and slid her cock back in me.

To my surprise, she fucked me slow.

"And I want to fuck this pussy all night," she whispered, showing a different demeanour than the earlier dominant rough behaviour.

"I want you to fuck my pussy all night," I moaned, looking back at her.

To my surprise she leaned forward and kissed me.

I reached behind to pull her in... the wild fuck session now shifting into something else... something intimate.

While we kissed, she kept fucking me... slowly.



Finally, I decided to take control.

I rolled her onto her back and took her cock, shiny with my wetness, back in my mouth. Her cock was so hard. I stroked it while teasing the mushroom head relentlessly. This is what usually got my husband ready for the final eruption.

"Oh God," she moaned, "you're such a white tease."

"Your cock is just so beautiful," I responded, literally in a trance as I stroked it, licked it, and sucked it.



I sucked it for a couple of minutes, before I moved to her tits and tugged on her pierced nipples while continuing to stroke her cock.

"I can't take any more," she said, a moment later. "Get on your knees, time to fuck the hell out of you."

I quickly got into position.

She moved behind me, put her hands on my hips, and started fucking me... hard.

"Oh yes," I moaned, "pound your white slut with that magnificent black cock."

She pounded me hard for a few minutes.

Suddenly, she grabbed my hair as she slammed into me. "You like it rough, slut?"

"Yes, make me your bitch," I screamed, a second orgasm building.

"You going to come again, slut?" she asked.

"Yes," I moaned as she somehow seemed to fuck me even harder.

As she tugged on my hair even rougher, I screamed, "Yes!"





My second orgasm raced through me and I screamed, "Fuck!"

She slid out of me and stated, even as my orgasm enveloped me completely, "Time for a facial, my white slut."

I turned around and stroked her cock, still in awe at its beautiful blackness, its iron clad hardness.

I jerked it off as she asked, "Do you want my cum all over your face?"

"I want it wherever you want to shoot it, ma'am," I answered, as I stroked her pulsing cock.

Her moans increased and I closed my eyes, expecting the cum.



Suddenly, she ordered, "Open up, slut."

I obeyed, and was surprised when I felt her cock go back into my mouth. She began to roughly face fuck me as she grabbed my hair.

I began bobbing, wanting to either feel her cum explode in my mouth or splatter all over my face. I wanted to be her white slut.

"Get ready," she ordered, pulling out of me again.

Seconds later, I felt her cum splatter my face.



Once she was done coming on my face, she let go of my head and said, "That was fun."

"I couldn't agree more," I smiled, scooping some cum from near my eye and putting it to my mouth.

"I want you to wear that cum until you get home," she ordered. "Will you do that for me?"

"Yes, ma'am," I obeyed, feeling so slutty and satisfied.

A couple of minutes later we were both dressed and she led me back to the club. She said, "If you ever need some black cock, you know where to find me."

"Good to know," I smiled, as I headed to the taxi.

"Once you go black," she called out.

I laughed, "It's a theory I can buy into."

I got in the taxi and the man looked at me twice, seeing the cum on my face as I gave him my address. Yet, like a good taxi man, he didn't say anything... just drove.

Once home, I paid him, gave him a good tip, and headed into my house.

Thankfully, Tori was staying at a friend's for the night so I didn't have to worry about getting caught by my daughter.

I washed up, got undressed,and slid into my bed.

As I lay there, I couldn't believe what I had done.

I also couldn't believe that Annabelle had left with another woman.

As I closed my eyes to sleep, I wondered, my insecurity still overriding the thrill of my wild night, 'Why didn't Annabelle take me home?'

.....

When I woke up, I replayed my wild last night.

I felt ashamed at fucking a complete stranger in a public park.

On the other hand, I felt refreshed at the reality I had finally had sex, albeit with a shemale, and not the shemale I wanted.

I had also finally had interracial sex.

One of my predominant fantasies was sex with a man or woman of colour... mostly a woman. Thus why a couple of my very first stories were the black themed stories: 'A Perfect Fall' and 'Beth's Beautiful Blackmail'.

Other better black based stories since included:

-'Blackmailed into Black Submission' where a teen submits to black cock and pussy

-the novella 'DARK Submission: A Bisexual Journey' which was a thrill to write about a couple that both explore their interracial same sex fantasies

-'Turning Teacher Black' where a white teacher is dominated by her intern while at a conference

-my 'Straight White Girls' fantasies where white straight MILF's are seduced and dommed by a black goddess

-my White Sluts' Club series where white women go to a club to get their dose of black cock or pussy

-my story, starring me, 'Submission School: Black-Maled" where I'm blackmailed by a black teen boy

Of course, I have also learned that men love the idea of sucking black cock too and thus why I wrote the lengthy 'Black Cock' series and a few other gay white male stories.

I spent the majority of Sunday writing a new story I hoped would be released sometime in 2016 if all went well: 'Shemale Submission: A Lust Story'.

.....

The holidays came and went without much fanfare. It was good to have some time away from school and some time away from Annabelle. My feelings were so mixed, so confused, I needed time to understand them.

Yet, underneath the lust was anger. Anger that Annabelle left with another woman; anger that out of frustration and horniness I ended up having a one night stand with a complete stranger.

I flashed back to that night and how I sucked her big cock:



Using my frustration, I wrote like crazy during the break. I wrote sequels to 'Kinky Tales', to 'Backseat Mommy' and even to the over a year in the works 'Bedding the Babysitter'. I also spent hours writing my shemale fantasy... one where I became Annabelle's submissive.

I realized as I wrote that one of the reasons that I was so angry was jealousy. I wanted to be just hers. It then occurred to me, that what I really wanted was what I wanted in most of the stories I had written: to be a complete submissive.

As I wrote and wrote, I kept flashing back to my one night affair and how good it felt to let go, to be a slut, to be a submissive... to be the real me I so badly wanted to be. It felt so natural to obey, to give in my unbridled lust and willingness to just enjoy the pleasure of giving and receiving.



I replayed my one crazy act of spontaneity over and over.



Each time, I came hard. Yet, each time I calmed down from the afterglow of an orgasm, I felt guilty and became my rational self.

Fantasy was fantasy.

I was a mom.

I was a professional.

I was not a cheap slut and I had to quell my submissive tendencies and refrain from the temptation.

I even had the luck that Annabelle was not coming back until Friday as she was back in England visiting.

So, for four days, things were normal... boring, but normal. It was weird, but I definitely missed Annabelle. School had become boring without her.

Early Thursday morning, during my prep, Annabelle walked into my classroom, in stocking-clad feet, and asked, "How was your break?"

"It was relaxing," I answered, glancing at her feet, my theory of dignified professionalism already faltering, "Time to rejuvenate and reflect."

"Those are always good things," she nodded as she sat up on the desk and crossed her legs.

I asked, already horny, "How was your break?"

"It was hectic, although I did catch up on my marking," she answered.

"That is good," as I looked down and stared at her stocking-clad feet.

"That said," she admitted, "my feet are killing me. Wearing five inch heels for the first time in two weeks was a mistake."

"Wearing five inch heels to school is always a mistake," I joked.

"Would you be a dear and massage them, Jasmine?" she asked.

As I recalled the complete obedience conversation from the night at the strip club, a conversation I had replayed almost as much as my skanky fucking in the park, I knew this was a test. It was prototypical erotic plot development. Give out an olive branch that gives the submissive a chance to wordlessly move further along the journey to full submission.

I flashed back to Principal Rose giving Annabelle a foot massage before break, now positive that she had Principal Rose as a plaything. I too wanted to be a plaything.

"Sure," I shrugged, trying to make it casual, as if most teachers give other teachers foot massages. I went to my knees, a position I had fantasized being in in front of her for a while now and took her stocking-clad foot in my hands.

"Oh, that is nice," she moaned, ever so softly.



I shouldn't have asked, but I did. "So do you have all the teachers here give you foot massages?"

She laughed, "Just the ones I like."

"Like how?" I asked.

"I think you know how," she answered.

I looked up at her and admitted, "I thought I did... before you rejected me and went home with another woman."

"Did that make you jealous, Jasmine?" she asked.

"It pissed me off," I admitted.

"Why?" she asked.

"Because you not only rejected me, you went home with someone else," I pointed out.

"As did you, I hear," she countered.

"What? I, um...." I began.

"It's okay, Jasmine," she smiled, suddenly standing up. "I plan to take you, but when I do it will be on my terms."

I looked up at her in awe and confusion.

"Have a good rest of the day, my pet," she said, as she walked out, leaving me confused and horny.

I remained on my knees, my head spinning at her last words and the term 'pet'.

She was playing a game with me and it was one that was driving me mad.

I went to my door, locked myself in my classroom, went to my desk, and began pleasuring myself, envisioning a very different end to this latest encounter.

"Knees, slut," Annabelle ordered, as she walked toward me.

"Excuse me?" I asked, surprised by her frank words.

"Get on your knees now, slut," she repeated, now standing in front of me.

"Annabelle, this isn't the place," I began to protest, when she put her hands on my shoulders and roughly pushed me onto my knees.

"Take off my skirt, you cock hungry slut," she ordered.

The name calling turning me on, the dominant persona turning me on, I forgot I was in my classroom and obeyed.

Her hard cock sprang to life once I pulled her skirt down and off.

"How long have you wanted this cock, Jasmine?" she asked, tapping my nose with her stiff missile.

"Forever," I admitted as I opened my mouth wide for her.

"You understand once this cock enters that mouth, it will then enter that overheated cunt of yours, and finish off in that cute arse of yours," she explained, as her cock slapped my cheek, teasing me relentlessly.

So hungry for her cock, I would have agreed to being gangbanged by the entire football team (hmmm that actually is a fun fantasy idea), I answered, "All three of my holes are yours."

"All three of my holes are yours, what?" she questioned, her cockhead tracing my eager lips.

"All three of my holes are yours to fuck, pound, and use," I answered.

She laughed, "And how will you address me?"

I laughed back, catching on to what she really wanted, "Mistress, my holes are all for you to use whenever or wherever you wish."

"Good answer, my pet slut," she approved, as she slid her hard thick cock in my mouth, her shaft entirely filling my mouth.

I sucked on her cock for maybe a minute before she grabbed the back of my head and began fucking my face. This turned me on immensely as I was used for her pleasure.



"Fuck, you have a great little cock sucking mouth," she groaned, as she roughly fucked my face, her balls actually bouncing on my chin.

I moaned in response, wanting her to know I liked the twisted compliment.

"You want this in your cunt, Jasmine?" she asked, pulling her cock out of me, my saliva dripping down my face.

"God, yes," I answered, my pussy already dampening with anticipation of her huge dick slamming into me.

"Go get on your desk," she ordered.

"Yes, Mistress," I quickly obeyed, my lust to be fucked overriding everything else.

"You really want it, don't you, slut?" Annabelle chuckled softly, as I lay on my desk, legs spread and ready for her dick.

"Desperately," I moaned, rubbing my pussy as I watched her come to me.

"Beg," she ordered, as she moved between my legs and rubbed her cock up and down my wanton pussy.

"Please, Mistress," I moaned, wanting that cock buried deep in my pussy, "fuck your slut with that massive dick."

"As you wish," she smiled, slamming into me.

She fucked me hard for a couple of minutes, before she ordered me to lift my legs up and hold them.

I obeyed and this somehow made her cock go deeper into my cunt, reaching depths never before explored.
"Holy fuck," I screamed, my orgasm rising instantly.

"Don't you dare come before me, you slut," she ordered.

"Okay," I moaned.

"Such a tight fucking cunt," she moaned, before she added as she pulled out of me, "I guess I'd better use your other hole."

"I did say all three were for you to use," I smiled, the idea of having her long cock in my ass a major turn-on.

She pulled out and in one hard thrust filled my tight ass with her huge cock.

"Holy fuck," I screamed, stunned by the sudden anal violation and the intense pleasure and pain that came with it.

"Such a tight arse," she groaned.

"It's rarely used," I moaned.

"That won't be the case anymore," she promised as she began fucking my ass.



She pulled me up and kissed me passionately, before pulling me off the desk and pushing me against the chalk board.

"Oh yes, just do what you want with me," I purred.

"You like it rough, don't you?" she said, as her cock slid inside my asshole.

"Oh yes," I whimpered. "I like it every fucking way."

She fucked me hard and my orgasm was again rising.



"Oh yes, fuck me, yes," I moaned. "Ream my asshole."

My orgasm was imminent when there was a knock at the door. I stopped, my fingers in my pussy. I pulled them out, wiped them on my skirt and headed to the door.

I unlocked it and a girl walked into my class in thigh high stockings and without footwear.

It was Tori.

And what she was wearing was definitely not dress code appropriate.

I asked, "What are you wearing?"

"Something Ms. Kepling brought back for me from England," she said, "isn't it awesome?"

"What?" I asked, shocked that Annabelle would buy anything for my daughter, then realizing the obvious... my daughter was likely a submissive to her too. It made perfect sense.

"Isn't it sexy?" Tori asked.

"It's completely slutty," I countered.



"It's not much shorter than what you are wearing, Mother," Tori countered, and then stormed out.

I shook my head.

My pussy was on fire; my daughter was likely getting fucked by another teacher... a teacher I wanted to be fucking.

Shit, my moral fibre lasted less than one minute after I saw Annabelle.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

The rest of the day was a psychological nightmare as I tried to teach while my head spun with consequence.

I was packing up, thankful it was Friday, when I was paged by Principal Rose to come to her office. I headed to see her, saying bye to a few teachers all hurrying out on a Friday... the school like a ghost town usually ten minutes after the last bell rang.

I got to the office, both secretaries already gone, and knocked.

"Come on in," a voice that wasn't Principal Rose called out... it was Annabelle.

I walked in and gasped.

"Close the door, please," Annabelle instructed.

I did, not taking my eyes off what I was witnessing.



"I want you to stand there and watch how a good submissive obeys," Annabelle said, as Principal Rose sucked on her cock.

"Okay," I nodded, staring at the surreal sight I was witnessing.

"Good girl," Annabelle moaned, although I was unsure if she was talking to me or Principal Rose. "You see, Jasmine, a good cocksucker uses her hands and mouth."

I just stared, my pussy tingling.

After a pause, Annabelle found a way to shock me once more. She asked, "Isn't this just like one of your stories?"

"P-p-pardon?" I stammered.

"You are the one and only silkstockingslover, are you not?" Annabelle asked.

I was speechless.

She knew.

How did she know?

"The writer of such shemale classics as She-Male School and She-Male Surprise," she continued, as our Principal bobbed eagerly on her cock, not remotely fazed to be caught in the act by one of her teachers.

"I, um, I, um," I babbled, unable to finish a coherent thought, still bewildered at what I was witnessing, mixed with what I was hearing.

"What would happen next in one of your stories, Jasmine?" she asked.

I remained speechless.

"Tell me, Jasmine," Annabelle said. "What would happen next if this was one of your stories?"

"You'd fuck her," I answered finally, before adding, "after you made her beg for it."

"Good choice," she nodded. "Where?"

"On the desk," I answered, suddenly wanting to watch... suddenly feeling like I was the movie director of a porn film.

"You heard her, Penny, get on your desk," Annabelle ordered.

Principal Rose got up, avoiding looking at me, went to her desk, hopped onto it, and spread her legs.

Annabelle walked over to her and ordered, as she rubbed her cock up and down the wet pussy lips, "Beg for my cock."

Principal Rose moaned, as she glanced at me for the first time, then looked away just as quickly, "Please, fuck me with that big cock of yours."

"In front of Jasmine?" Annabelle asked.

"Yes, show her what a big slut you've turned me into," Principal Rose answered, this time looking directly at me with a hunger in her eyes.

"Should I fuck her, Jasmine?" Annabelle asked.

"Yes," I nodded.

"Yes, what?" Annabelle asked.

"Slam your cock deep in her wet cunt," I said, using the words I would use in my stories in the heat of the moment.

"That is the hottest thing I have ever heard," Annabelle smiled as she slammed her cock in Principal Rose in one hard thrust.

"Yessssss," Principal Rose screamed, I am sure thankful it was a Friday and no one was likely around to hear her screams of euphoria.

"Would I talk dirty in this story?" Annabelle asked me.

"Yes," I nodded. "You would be a dominating Mistress."



"Talk for me," Annabelle said. "Pretend you are writing the dialogue live."

"Take it bitch," I instantly said. "Take my big cock in that tight cunt."

"Oh yes, fuck me, make me your fucking cum slut," Principal Rose moaned, looking directly at me when she said, it.

"You really want to be my complete three hole fuck toy?" I asked.

"Oh God, yes," Principal Rose moaned.

"You want to be the fucking school slut?" I asked, somehow feeling natural as the dominant in this surreal role play.

"Oh yes, make me a complete whore," she moaned, clearly turned on by both the idea and the cock slamming into her.

"A slut who eats the pussy of all her female employees including your secretaries and janitorial staff?" I continued, seeing how far she would go.

"Yes, God, yes, I'll get on my knees and eat every cunt in the school," she declared, lifting her ass up to buck back at the thrusts of Annabelle's cock.

"All the senior students?" I asked.

"I've already eaten out one," she moaned, giving me a wicked smile.

"Who?" I asked, even though I had a hunch.

Principal Rose looked to Annabelle, who gave a nod and she answered, "Tori."

"You ate out my daughter?" I asked.

"Right here on my desk," she answered, before adding, "before she and Mistress double penetrated me."

Annabelle finally intervened, "I've been training your daughter."

"For what?" I asked.

"To be a Mistress," she answered.

"What? Why?" I asked.

"Because I saw a strong side in her hidden behind her sweet innocent exterior," Annabelle answered.

I didn't say anything, unsure what to say.

"What position next?" Annabelle asked, pulling me back into the role play.

"What? Oh," I began. Horny, frustrated, and a bit angry, I ordered, "Sit on the desk, Annabelle, and have your slut back up and ride you."

"Ass or pussy?" Annabelle asked.

"That sloppy cunt for now," I said.

They changed positions and I watched as Principal Rose struggled to get into the correct position.

I ordered, "Use Annabelle for balance, you fucking teen pussy munching slut."

"Yes, Mistress," Principal Rose obeyed. I wasn't sure if she was calling me Mistress, or Annabelle, but the idea of having my own pussy pleased by the hot principal was suddenly very appealing.

"You want to eat my cunt too, don't you, slut?" I asked, beginning to walk to her.

"Yes, Jasmine, I want to be your slut too," Principal Rose admitted.

Annabelle surprised both of us, as she stated, "Jasmine, stop. Right now you only get to watch."

"But, I...." I began.

"Kneel," she ordered.

I obeyed.

"Now just watch and enjoy," Annabelle said. "Trust me, your time is coming, and I do mean coming, very soon."

I was again frustrated, but her ominous words kept me captivated and obedient.

"Oh, there we go," Annabelle moaned, a second later, as they finally got into a position that seemed to work. "is this what you envisioned, Jasmine?"

I nodded, from my knees, "Yes."



"Theoretically, this position should create a different angle and thus stimulate our slut's cunt differently," I explained.

"That it's doing," Principal Rose moaned, clearly enjoying the new position.

"Oh yeah, ride my cock, you dirty fucking slut," Annabelle moaned, before adding, "what would the staff think if they knew you were just a dirty fucking cum slut whore?"

"And pussy munching dyke," I added, enjoying giving the verbal humiliation almost as much as the fantasy I had of getting it.

"Oh, God, that would be so humiliating," she trembled.

"Maybe we need to have a special staff party where the entire male staff triple teams our sweet principal," I suggested, wanting to push her, humiliate her... angry that she had had sex with my daughter, jealous that she was the one getting fucked instead of me.

"Oh God, no," she whimpered.

"Time to fuck her ass," I said, wanting to punish her.

"What position?" Annabelle asked, seeming to like the unique double teaming we were giving our principal.

"Just bend her over her desk, her expensive mahogany desk, and slam it in her fucking asshole," I suggested, wanting to see her scream.

"You heard her, slut, bend over your fucking desk," Annabelle ordered.

Principal Rose obeyed, getting off Annabelle's cock, turning around, and bending over her desk without any protest.

'Fuck, she has a great ass,' I thought to myself.

Annabelle looked at me and said, "Just so you know Jasmine, you're next."

My cunt gushed. I replied, trying to be playful, "I fucking better be."

Annabelle laughed, "I hope you're as big a slut as your protagonists are in your stories."

"Every slut protagonist is a part of me," I answered, which was true. From my first real lesbian protagonist, Gwen, in 'A Lesbian Love Story... of Sorts', to the complete submissive in 'A Night of Unconditional Surrender', to the inability to say no in stories like 'Becoming a Lesbian Slave', to the many helpless straight women seduced by Bree in the 'Lesbian MILF Seductress series', to the complex 'Like Mommy, Like Daughter', to my favourite 'Debutante MILF Lesbian Submissive', I have been writing different versions of me.

"I know," she nodded, as she went behind and slammed her cock in one hard thrust in Principal Rose's ass.

"Fuuuuuuuuck," Principal Rose screamed, as her back door was plundered in one quick invasion.

"Tell Jasmine how much you like a cock in your arse," Annabelle ordered, not moving as her dick was lodged deep inside.

"Oh, Jasmine, I love a cock in my asshole. It makes me feel so slutty and yet so fucking good," Principal Rose declared, no shame at all in her once proud dignified persona.

"I bet you'd take an entire fist up that asshole," I said, wanting to humiliate her to the extreme. I found Principal Rose attractive, had many fantasies of her, but seeing her in the position I should be in and knowing she had had sex with my daughter (I wasn't sure if I was angry or jealous or both) had me wanting to push her to the extreme limits of her very being.

"Oh, my," she gasped, at the suggestion.

Annabelle laughed, "You are as nasty as your writing."

"I'm an enigma," I countered.

"That you are," she nodded, as she began fucking the principal's ass.

I watched for a couple of minutes before Annabelle ordered, "Jasmine, go finish packing up for the night. I will come and get you when I'm ready."

"Yes, Mistress," I said, using the powerful word for the first time.

She smiled back at me, but didn't say anything as I got off my knees, and headed out of the office. I took one more glimpse of the fucking, loving the fine booty-licious ass of Annabelle.



I went to my classroom a bundle of nerves.

Was she taking me home tonight?

Was she going to finally fuck me?

Was I finally going to have the Mistress I had craved for years?

Was fantasy finally going to become reality?

At my desk, I saw I had two text messages, both from Tori.

Mom

Going out with friends tonight. Won't be home for supper.

T

Mom

Actually going to a party as well... will likely not be home until late.

T

Those texts would have been harmless in the past, but now they were fraught with concern. Who was she going out with? What party was she going to? When would she be home?

The old me would have not worried who she was going out with or what party. Tori didn't even have a curfew because she had never given me reason to give her one.

Yet, now... I no longer knew Tori. She was training to be a Mistress? That seemed so out of her natural character. Yet, it also explained her sudden different dress and attitude.

I wondered when Annabelle had seduced her? How? Or did she? How did a conversation even come up where they would talk about Mistress training?

The more I found out, the more questions I had.

I was just about to text Tori back when Principal Rose, with cum all over her face, walked into my room.



She said, "I'm sorry you had to see that, Jasmine."

I asked the same question I had about Tori, "How did it start?"

"It's a long story," she said, before adding, "you can ask Mistress Annabelle if you wish."

"And did you really have sex with my daughter?" I asked.

"Yes," she nodded, now seeming ashamed in the aftermath of her assumed orgasm.

"How?" I asked, wanting answers to my many questions.

"Again," she said, "those are answers to be given by Mistress Annabelle or Mistress Tori."

"My daughter is your Mistress?" I asked.

"She is a very powerful young woman," she nodded.

"None of this makes sense," I said, still bewildered, even though I had written about many such characters who were utterly irresistible. Bree, the seductress in my 'Lesbian MILF Seductress' series, Janet in my 'Straight White Girls' or Big Rosie, who was a minor character in many stories, but even got her own story in 'Becoming a Pet: An Innocent Start'. Each of these women had an allure that made straight women submit to them even though reason said otherwise.

Annabelle was definitely a Bree.

Was my daughter also a Bree?

"Annabelle will explain it all when you meet her at her flat," Principal Rose said.

"When?" I asked.

"Now," she said, before adding, "Annabelle has already gone home to prepare for you."

"Prepare for what?" I asked.

Principal Rose smiled, "Oh Jasmine, we both know you want to submit to her like you just saw me do. Don't play all high and mighty and innocent with me, you're just as big a slut if not bigger than me."

That was hard to argue, since everything she said was right. I sighed, "So I'm supposed to go there now?"

"Yes," she nodded, before adding, "Have fun."

I joked, "I hope you didn't wear her out."

Principal Rose replied, "Oh, trust me. She can go all night."

She left and I, still horny as hell, grabbed my shit and went to my car. It was time to get some answers and it was time to get fucked.

.....

I arrived and knocked on the door, suddenly nervous. I had once thought she was going to take me at the strip club. What if this was another rejection?

That worry was erased quickly when she opened the door in only thigh high stockings and a stiff cock. She greeted me, "I was going to be completely naked, but I know how much you love stockings."

"You do know me," I smiled, walking in.

"Having read all your stories I think I got to know you very well," she said, as she added, "Now get undressed and leave your clothes at the door."

"Yes, Mistress," I nodded, wanting to again make it clear I was here to serve.

"You have wanted to say that for a long time, haven't you?" she asked, as she watched me undress.

I asked, taking off my blouse, "To you or in general?"

"Both," she said.

"To you almost instantly after I met you," I admitted, unclasping my bra.

"I knew you were a submissive very early too," she said.

"How?" I asked, sliding my skirt down my legs.

"You're just a natural born pleaser," she shrugged, before adding, "and you use teaching as a cover to your true self."

"My true self?" I asked, now only in thigh highs and panties.

"Yes, your teaching persona is caring and firm, but that is all an act. The reality is you want to drop to your knees and suck Joey and his big black cock, you want to crawl under Amber's desk and eat her pussy, you want to be blackmailed and forced to be a complete slut for cock and pussy," she explained.

"Is Joey's cock that big?" I asked, as I removed my panties, her description of me hard to argue.

"I don't know," she shrugged, "but I know you have a thing for black cock."

"And black pussy," I added, walking to her with a confidence I rarely felt.

Standing in front of her, she said, "You know I've been looking forward to this for a while."

"Really?" I asked, flattered and surprised.

"I could have fucked you Halloween night, or at the strip club, or likely almost any other day," she said, as her hand cupped my breasts.

"But you didn't," I pointed out, a chill going up my spine at her touch.

"I didn't," she nodded. "Because you, Jasmine, are special."

"How?" I asked.

"All the others I have fucked have been just that... fucks. But you, Jasmine, you I want to be more than a three hole cum bucket," she said, sweetly, but with a wicked smile.

"You had me at three hole cum bucket," I joked, reaching for her hard cock.

"I'm serious, Jasmine," she said. "I want you to be my slut, I want to fuck the hell out of you. I want you to be my complete submissive; I want to push your limits in ways you don't even know yet, but...."

"But what?" I asked.

"I want you to be my partner in this journey," she said.

"Partner?" I asked.

"I want you beside me as we seduce women, peg men, and make every fantasy you have ever written about a reality," she said.

"Seriously?" I asked, still shocked by the revelations.

She leaned in and kissed me. It was soft and tender. It was love at first kiss... okay, second kiss if you count the one at the strip club where I was hammered.
When she broke the kiss, I said, "I'm ready to go wherever you want me to go."

I then lowered myself to my knees and took her cock in my mouth.

"I know you are," she moaned. "And I want to take you to heaven and stay there."

I moaned on her cock in response, as my many late night masturbation fantasies suddenly came true. I was sucking Annabelle's big, thick cock.



As I sucked, I used my hand as Annabelle had explained back in Principal Rose's office. I wanted to be her best cock sucker. I wanted to be her best everything.

She moaned, "Your mouth is perfect, baby."

Being called 'baby' warmed my very being. I wanted it all. I wanted to be called 'baby', I also wanted to be called 'slut' and 'ass whore' and 'three hole cum bucket' and 'lover'.

Could I have it all?

Could I be in a loving relationship and at the same time be a complete slut?

I bobbed on her cock, realizing I couldn't taste any of Principal Rose's pussy or ass. I then assumed that she came home and quickly showered before I arrived.

She pulled her cock out of my mouth and said, "Come here, baby."

She sat on the edge of a couch and ordered, "Let's see what those tits look like with my cock between them."

"Yes, Mistress," I purred, curious myself how her long cock would look between my tits.

Although awkward at first, I cupped my breasts and squeezed her cock between them.

"I love your tits, Jasmine," she said.



"They are way smaller than yours," I pointed out.

"Yours are a perfect handful," she replied, as she playfully cupped my breasts over my hands.

After a minute or so, she said, "Let's try this in a different position," she said, before she instructed, "Go lie on your back."

"Yes, Mistress," I nodded, eager to have that cock in me.

Once on my back, she straddled me, and moved her cock between my tits. This time she squeezed them together as she slowly fucked my valley of flesh.



She said, "You understand I want to do everything with you?"

"I hope that means fucking the shit out of me," I answered, wanting her cock in me now.

"Oh, trust me, I plan to do that, literally, tonight," she smiled. "But I was actually trying to be sweet and romantic, you little slut."

I laughed, "I can't think straight, pun intended, with that big cock of yours in front of me."

"So you are just using me for my big cock?" she joked as she moved her body down and between my legs.

"No, I'm also using you for those big tits, amazing ass, and dominant personality," I countered playfully.

"Slut," she teased, rubbing her cock up and down my wet pussy.

"Then fuck your slut," I said seriously.

"I want you to watch my cock fill you, baby," she said. "Because once you've taken my cock in that sweet pussy of yours, you are mine."

"Trust me," I moaned as I leaned up to stare at her big cock. "I'm already yours."

"No, I mean as soon as I slide my cock in your cunt, it is my property. You only come when I give you permission. You only touch it with my permission."

"Oh God, just plant your flag in my cunt and claim me as your personal full time fuck slave," I moaned, wanting to feel her cock in me and wanting to give myself completely to her. It was time to make fantasy a reality.



I watched her cock slowly fill me.

I felt the euphoria course through me.

I felt the sensation of acceptance: this was who I really was.

A submissive.

A slut.

An obedient pet.

Once it was all in me, she asked, "Happy with your choice, my pet?"

"Ecstatic," I answered. It was an answer I often gave when people asked me how my day was. I always hated saying 'good' or 'fine'. I loved the look on their faces when I used something that implied life was better than good.

"Now it's time to make it orgasmic," she added as she began fucking me.

"I love when you rhyme," I moaned, my orgasm already climbing quickly. The morning masturbation that was interrupted by Tori, watching Principle Rose get fucked, and the longing to be Annabelle's slut all had my body in a frenzy.

Thus in less than a minute, I moaned, "I'm going to come."

"Ask permission, slut," Annabelle firmly ordered, as she kept fucking me.

"Can I please come, Mistress?" I begged, as the orgasm was imminent and almost out of my control.

"Now, slut, come for me now," she ordered.

"Yes," I screamed the moment permission was granted as the invisible dam broke and my orgasm hit with the impact of two planets colliding.



She kept fucking me throughout my orgasm, which made the intense orgasm continue to quake through me for what seemed an eternity.

When she pulled out, she said, "Let's continue this upstairs, my pet."

"I think you broke me," I weakly said, the orgasm usurping all the energy from me.

"Well, once you're ready for more, crawl to my bedroom," she said, standing up. "This night is just getting started."

I lay there for a moment as I watched her leave to know where to go. I took a deep breath, rolled off the couch, onto the ground, and began crawling. To my surprise, it felt exactly as I had described it many times in my stories: natural.

When I reached her massive spread of a room, she ordered, "Crawl to me."

I did.

"Kiss my feet," she ordered.

I did.

I realized it was just earlier that day that I had given her a foot massage in my classroom.

"Stand up and go roll onto your side," she ordered, once I had splattered her nylon-clad feet with kisses. "Time to fuck that arse."

I again obeyed, although I was very nervous about having something that big in my ass. In fantasy, it was a major turn-on to allow myself to be sodomized, to be willing to completely give myself to her. Yet, the reality of it is her cock was huge.

She grabbed some lube and coated her cock generously before she moved to the bed and whispered, "Ready, to become my three hole fuck slut?"

"Nervous, but yes," I admitted.

"I'll go slowly," she whispered as I felt her cock try to enter my do not enter zone.

"Okay," I nodded, preparing for the pain I knew was coming.

After a brief resistance, I felt her break through, and I gasped, my anal entrance expanding to allow her entry.

"So tight," she groaned.

"So big," I whimpered.



For a few minutes, Annabelle slowly filled my ass.

For a few minutes, she ever so slowly fucked my ass.

For a few minutes, the pain was intense.

For a few minutes, Annabelle caressed my back, kissed my neck and whispered how hot I was.

Then it began to fade away.

Then a new feeling emerged.

Pleasure.

And when the pleasure washed away the pain, I wanted it harder. I wanted to be ass fucked.

I moaned, "Harder, Mistress."

"You want me to fuck your ass, harder, my sexy arse slut?" Annabelle asked.

"Yes, Mistress," I moaned. "I want to be your ass slut."

"Get on all fours," she ordered.

"Yes, Mistress," I obeyed, rolling onto my knees and suddenly having a feeling of emptiness as her cock slipped out of my ass.

"Shit, such a nice ass," Annabelle complimented.

"Now pound it, Mistress," I said, wanting to feel the pleasure and pain a hard ass fucking was sure to create.

She moved behind me and said, "This position will have me go much deeper, baby."

"I want to feel all of you in my asshole," I replied looking back at her.

"As you wish," she nodded, her cock sliding back inside me.



"Oooooooh," I moaned, as her cock filled me. She was right, the different position gave a different pleasure and a different pain.

"Fuck, you look so hot with a cock in your arse," she purred as she moved her hand to my shoulder.

"You look super-hot with an arse on your cock," I joked.

She laughed, "That I've never heard before."

"I can't believe how full I feel," I moaned, as a new sharp pain hit me, her cock somehow reaching new depths in my back door.

"Then this will feel even wilder," she said, as she bucked her body into mine while her cock was already all the way inside me.



"Holy fuck!" I screamed, a sharp pain coursing through me.

"Take it, my slut," she ordered as she kept bucking her body into me, while holding my hips.

"Yessss, Mistress," I whimpered, as she kept hammering her cock into me. The pain and pleasure collided, each trying to control my body.

She kept doing this for a while until the pleasure again won the battle inside me as my body got accustomed to the positon, and the cock in my ass.

Again, I suddenly wanted it harder. I wanted the intense pleasure that came with the intense pain. "Fuck me harder, Mistress," I requested.

"You love my cock in your arse, baby?" she asked.

"I'm sure beginning to," I replied.

"Because I love fucking an arse the most," she said, as she obliged and began to fuck my ass faster, harder and deeper.

"I guess it's good that I'm a dirty fucking arse slut," I moaned, using the word 'arse' which somehow making this nasty sex scene even nastier.

"I guess it is," she laughed as she kept fucking me.

"Oh, God, so good," I moaned, the pleasure finally taking complete control of my body, subduing the pain.

"I couldn't agree more," she groaned.



She fucked me for a couple more minutes in this positon before she flipped me onto my side and resumed fucking me in a new position.

Again in this new position, new angle, a new pleasure and a new pain were created. Yet, my ass now used to a big cock in it, adjusted quickly and the pleasure began to spread through me.

"I love this position," she moaned.

"I can see why," I moaned back, looking into her eyes.

She grabbed my breast and used it for leverage as she began fucking my arse hard, pounding me like the slut I had always fantasized being. The slut I had written about being for years. Finally, I was my own protagonist. I closed my eyes and just allowed the pleasure to take over.



"Oh yes, keep fucking my arse," I moaned, a second orgasm beginning to build.

"Ready to get your arse filled with cum?" Annabelle asked.

"God, yes," I answered, curious to feel what cum exploding in my ass would feel like.

"Bend over the edge of the bed," she ordered.

"Going to pound my ass from behind like you did Principal Rose earlier?" I asked as I again felt her cock slip out of my ass.

"It's the way I usually come," she shrugged as we both got off the bed.

I got into the subservient position.

She moved behind me and whispered, "Is this as good as you fantasized?"

"It's even better," I answered, which was true. Even though I had imagined this many times, wrote similar things dozens of times, nothing beat the real thing.

"For me too," she said, as she slid her cock back in my asshole for a third time.

"Oh, yes," I moaned. "Now fuck me like a complete ass whore. I want you to shoot your entire load up my shit hole."

"Talking so nasty," she moaned as she began fucking me hard.

"I love dirty talk," I admitted.

"So I've read," she smiled, as she grabbed my hips and began fucking me hard.

I moved my hand trying to balance myself as she slammed hard into me, harder than she had in the other positions.



For a couple of minutes there was no talking... just fucking, the room filled with the erotic, raw sound of flesh slapping on flesh.

Her breathing began to get heavier so I moaned, "I can't wait to feel you explode and shoot your cum deep in my shit hole, Mistress."

"Keep talking nasty, you fucking whore," she groaned.

"Come in your slut," I continued. "Claim your three hole fuck toy by coming inside her asshole."

"Tell me what you want," she demanded, fucking me harder than I'd ever been fucked before.

"I want to be your number one slut; I want to feel your cum explode in my ass; I want to be with you while you seduce other seniors, seduce other women, dominate straight men," I rambled. "I want to be your complete full time cum bucket and lover."

"Fuck," she grunted.



"Oh yes," I moaned, as I felt her seed invade my asshole and coat my anal walls.

"Take it all, my sexy slut," she ordered, as if I had a choice, while she kept spewing her cum inside my well fucked asshole.

When she pulled out, I felt cum slither out of my asshole, which made me feel like an even bigger slut.

"Let's order some food," she said.

"I definitely need to rehydrate," I nodded, exhausted.

"Yes, because we are not done yet," she said.

"How many times can that gun go off?" I asked.

"It's a machine gun of cum," she joked.

"Well, shoot away," I laughed.

"You are great target practice," she quipped right back.

I went to the washroom; Annabelle ordered food.

She threw on Wheel of Fortune and we played the game together... it made me feel like we were a couple.

We ate dinner and then I asked, feeling nervous, "Are we a couple now?"

"A rather unorthodox couple, yes," she nodded, kissing me.

"That is definitely obvious," I nodded, before adding bluntly, "considering you have already fucked my daughter."

Annabelle surprised me when she asked, "Do you want to fuck her? Or better yet, be fucked by her?"

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"A third of your stories are incest stories," she pointed out.

I countered, "Most are mom and son."

"So you want to fuck your son?" she asked.

"That's not what I said," I countered.

"If Tori walked in here right now and ordered you to eat her pussy, what would you do?" she asked.

"Gasp," I answered.

"And then?" she continued.

"Depends," I said.

"On what?" she asked.

"Well, when I'm horny, the idea of submitting to my daughter, like in 'Mommy: Becoming My Daughter's Slut', I love the idea. But once I come, I feel guilty for having such a fantasy," I answered, somehow feeling I could say such things to Annabelle.

"I understand," she nodded.

"You do?" I asked.

"It's natural to feel guilt for having taboo fantasies," she said, before adding, "society has made us self-conscious of our true sexual beings."

"That's very Dr. Phil," I teased.

"Oh, I'm sure I could have my own hour on Dr. Phil," she smiled back.

I laughed. After a pause, I asked, "So what kind of couple are we?"

"We are the Thelma and Louise of seductions," she answered.

I laughed. I loved 'Thelma and Louise'.

"On that note, time to get back to fucking my new girlfriend," she declared, taking my hand and leading me back to her bedroom.

"I'm your girlfriend?" I asked.

"You're my girlfriend, my cum slut, my plus one, my sex slave, my accomplice, and my lover," she replied, stopping me in the hallway to kiss me.

We kissed for a couple of minutes, starting tender, and then getting more passionate. I broke the kiss and said, "It's time for me to go for a ride."

"Is that so?" she asked as I took her hand and led her to the bedroom.

I pushed her onto the bed, got on top of her, and lowered my pussy on her cock.

"Mmmmm, this is a hot positon," Annabelle moaned, as my cunt swallowed her cock whole.

"God, your cock feels so amazing no matter what hole or position," I said as I began riding her cock.

"I love watching you," Annabelle said as she held my ankles to help me keep my balance.



"I love watching you too," I moaned, before adding, "in a non-stalker sort of way."

"Of course," she laughed as she surprised me by bucking her ass up as I bounced down.

"Oh yes," I said.

After a couple of minutes of fucking, she said, "My turn to do the fucking."

"I love a woman who knows what she wants," I purred.

"Good," she smiled. "Because I usually want to be the one doing the fucking."

"And I usually like to be the one being fucked," I said as I got off her and rolled onto my back.

She moved between my legs, lifted my one leg high up in the air and slid her cock in me.

I moaned, "Oh, this is nice."



She fucked me for a while in this position, my orgasm beginning to build. She then lifted my leg even higher, moved it between her breasts, and began fucking me harder.

"Keep fucking me, Mistress," I begged as I moved my hand to my clit, wanting to come again... needing to come again.



"No coming yet," she ordered as she kept fucking me.

"Okay," I whimpered, moving my hand away knowing if I kept touching myself I would be coming in moments.

Suddenly she pulled out, flipped me completely onto my back, and slammed her cock back into me.

She lifted my ass up, and ordered, "Now hold yourself up, too."

I obeyed, finding it awkward, but as she began fucking me in this position, my orgasm continued building.

"Do you want to come, my slut?" she asked, as she fucked me.

"Yes, Mistress, so badly," I answered, my orgasm so close.

"Then come now," she ordered.

"Yes, come now," another voice said, just as my orgasm cascaded out of me.

"Fuuuuuuck," I screamed, even as my head processed there was another person in the room, and that person was my daughter.



Yet, I didn't open my eyes. I didn't acknowledge the reality my daughter was watching me get fucked, as I focused on the intense pleasure that was coursing through me.

"So fucking hot," Tori said as I collapsed onto the bed.

Annabelle greeted, "Hi, my slut."

"Hi, Mistress," Tori greeted, before adding, "Hi, Mom."

Reluctantly, I opened my eyes and was even more shocked that Tori was not only in the room, but she was wearing only thigh high stockings, a bra, and a strap-on cock.

Was she planning to fuck me?

Were Annabelle and my daughter planning to double team me?

Did I want that?

I finally asked, "What are you doing here?"

"Fulfilling a task Mistress Annabelle has assigned me," she answered as if this was a normal situation.

"And what is that?" I asked, curious if it was about me.

"To seduce Robyn Thomas's mother," she answered.
"No way," I gasped. Robyn was the cheerleader bitch I often fantasized about.

"She's downstairs," Tori revealed.

"No way," I repeated.

Annabelle said, "Good job," as she went to the television and turned it on. She grabbed the remote and suddenly we were watching a blonde woman downstairs on her knees on the floor.

"Wow," I said, looking at the television and the very pretty, big busted blonde.

"I learned from the best," Tori shrugged.



"But how did you end up like this?" I asked.

"That's your fault," Tori answered.

"Excuse me?" I questioned, shocked by her answer.

"I was home sick one day, using your laptop to do research for a history essay and I found your shocking secret," she revealed.

My face paled.

"And the more I read, the more turned on I became," she continued, before adding, "and I began questioning my sexuality and also knew I had to help make your fantasies a reality."

"What?" I asked.

She smiled as she answered, "I'm the one who set up this whole seduction."

"I don't understand," I said.

"I told Mistress about your secret erotica writing and suggested she seduce you like in your stories," she revealed.

"Yes, Tori was the puppet master of your seduction and submission," Annabelle said. "The walking in class without heels, the foot massages and, of course, the catching me in the act. All Tori."

"I don't believe it," I said, even though I did.

"I did it all for you, Mommy," she said, as she walked over to me and kissed me on the lips. Breaking the kiss, she said, "Have fun."

I lay there in a daze.

"Shocked?" Annabelle asked.

"To the core," I nodded as she joined me on the bed.

"Let's watch your daughter," she said, as she turned the volume up.

"I'm not sure I can watch this," I said.

Annabelle said as she pulled me in to cuddle, "Just treat it as a porn movie."

I laughed, "That stars my daughter."

"And that you inspired through your writing," she said.

"I can't believe she knows about my writing," I said, still in awe.

"Get over here, slut," Tori ordered.

The blonde walked over to her.

"Turn around," she said, "I want to check out your tight ass."

The blonde did.

Her tits were huge. So fucking huge that Tori's hands were not big enough to cover all of their size.



"Who paid for these?" Tori asked, as she felt up the mother.

"My husband," she answered.

"Are you going to allow Robyn to get implants too?" Tori asked.

"Please don't mention my daughter," she protested.

Tori pinched the woman's nipples and said firmly, "Who's in charge here?"

"Y-y-you are," she stammered.

"And what are you here for?" Tori asked.

"To be your slut," she whispered, clearly embarrassed.

"Just like you were when you ate my cunt on your daughter's bed," Tori said, clearly liking humiliating the mother. I was in awe of how much Tori suddenly seemed like my most successful and popular seductress, Bree.

"Yes," she whispered.

"Yes, what?" Tori questioned, again pinching the MILF's nipples.

"Yes, Mistress Tori," she answered.

"Because you're my slut," Tori clarified.

"Yes, Mistress Tori," she nodded.

"Now ride my cock like the slut you are," Tori demanded.

The mother of the most popular cheerleader in the school obeyed, bending over and lowering her pussy on my daughter's cock.



"Holy shit," I said. "My daughter is Bree."

Annabelle nodded, "She loves Bree."

"So it seems," I nodded.

"She wants to be just like her," Annabelle revealed.

"Well, she seems to have the dominant touch," I said, watching as the older woman ride my daughter's strap-on.



"She can also be very submissive," Annabelle added.

"To you?" I asked, even though it was obvious based on the fact that my daughter called Annabelle 'Mistress'.

"Yes," Annabelle nodded. "I hope you are okay with that."

"Do I have a choice?" I asked.

She smiled, "Truthfully, yes you do. I want to have you both as pets, but I want you as my girlfriend. So if you are uncomfortable with it, I understand."

"What does girlfriend mean?" I asked, trying to really understand how she saw our relationship.

"We fuck women together," she answered.

"Does that include my daughter?" I asked.

"If you want it to," she nodded. "Tori wants you to be her Mommy-pet."

"She said that?" I asked.

"Many times," she nodded. "She loves your mom-daughter incest stories."

I glanced up to the television and saw they had changed positions.





Tori was really giving it to that MILF.

"Tell me how much you love my cock, slut." Tori demanded.

"So good," the MILF moaned, clearly in complete rapture.

"You don't think incest is wrong?" I asked, turning back to Annabelle.

"Do you?" she questioned back, a bit surprised.

"To tell you the truth, I started writing incest on a whim. But I realized a lot more people read incest than any other category," I explained, thinking back on the success of 'Making Mommy Mine', my first planned incest story. Now, most of my top read stories were ether incest, or illustrated.

"So incest doesn't turn you on?" she asked.

"Oh yes, big time," I nodded. "The more taboo, the more it turns me on." I then reached for her cock, "Which is why I love your perfect body of tits and cock."

"Oh, you just know what to say," she laughed, before asking, "So, what kind of incest turns you on?"

"All," I said. "Mom and son, mom and daughter, dad and daughter, sisters, brothers, dad and son."

"Have you really fantasized about your two sisters?" she asked.

"Many times," I admitted.

"I felt like your 'Three Sisters' story was very authentic," she said, before she adding, "Well, at least until the auntie showed up."

I nodded, "Yeah, the auntie likely wasn't necessary. But that dialogue at the restaurant was ninety-five percent true."

"Really?" she asked.

"Yep," I nodded. "We have had some frank talks the last while, especially since our relationships all ended for different reasons."

"And do they look the way you described them?" she asked.

"Yep, and the personalities I gave them are also spot on," I answered.

"Imagine your conversations now when you tell them you have a girlfriend," she said.

"I never thought of that," I replied, suddenly wondering how they would react.

"Or when I fuck them," she added.

"You wouldn't?" I questioned, even though I knew the answer was of course she would. My pussy tingled at the idea of Annabelle pounding my older sisters.

"Would you like to watch me pound your sisters' asses?" she asked.

"I have to admit the idea instantly made my pussy tingle," I nodded.

"Maybe you have a strap-on, Tori has a strap-on, and we triple team each sister and make them our fuck sluts," Annabelle purred as her hand went to my pussy.

"Oh God, that is so fucking hot," I moaned, as I looked up and saw Tori now fucking the MILF in a new position.



Robyn's mother was moaning, "Yes, I love being your slut."

"And who owns your cunt?" Tori asked, really looking like she was going deep into the MILF from this angle.

"You do, Mistress," she moaned.

"And if I want you to come, you'll meet me at school and munch my cunt in your van?" Tori questioned.

"I'll drive over and eat your cunt like the slut I am," the rich mother answered.

Annabelle said, "So back to the incest question. No, I don't think it is wrong. First, sex is sex. For example, I like you a lot, but I plan to fuck other women and the occasional man. I also expect you to be with other women, and maybe men."

"I guess," I nodded, not sure I could handle being in a relationship. I think that's what we were now in, she had called me her girlfriend (who would have ever thought I would one day have a girlfriend?).

"But," she continued, "it will be you I go home with, and you who I go to bed with at night."

"We're moving in together?" I asked.

"Yes, you and Tori will be moving in here," she nodded.

"We will?" I asked, stunned at the sudden escalation of our relationship.

"Who owns you, Jasmine?" she asked, matter of factly.

"You do," I answered.

"And shouldn't my property be available for me to use whenever I want to?" she asked.

"When you put it that way, yes," I replied.

"So it's settled," she said. "You and Tori are moving in."

"That was fast," I joked.

"And yes, I think incest is natural," she said. "Fucking family is logical."

"How so?" I asked, wanting complete permission to fuck my daughter.

"What greater way to show your love for a family member than by giving them pleasure and by giving yourself to them in the most authentic way possible?" she asked.

"I guess," I nodded.

"Do you want to taste Tori's pussy?' she asked.

"I don't know," I answered, which, of course, was a lie.

"It's a yes or no question," Annabelle pointed out.

"Yes, but...." I began.

"No buts," she interrupted me. "Tori is a sexual being. The only difference being you already love her and would do anything for her." After a pause, she added, "So giving her sexual pleasure is natural as a mother should do whatever it takes to make her daughter happy."

"I don't know," I said, looking up to see my daughter fucking the MILF in a new position again. One that really showcased just how big Robyn's mother's tits were. It made me wonder what Robyn's tits looked like.



"There is nothing not to know," Annabelle said. "You and Tori are sexual beings and it is only natural for you to share that bond."

"I guess," I said, as I watched Tori fuck the MILF, wishing it was me she was fucking.

"And the fact that Tori is dominant and you are submissive is just another logical reason for you two to fuck. Each of you can satisfy each other's internal needs," she finished.

I didn't respond as I watched my daughter be the dominant.

"You want to come, don't you, slut?" Tori asked, as she fucked her.

"Yes," the MILF moaned, her huge tits bouncing all over the place.

"Beg, bitch," Tori demanded, as she pulled her cock out of the MILF's cunt and tapped it on her clit.

"Oh God, please Mistress, shove that cock back in my cunt. Fuck your blonde bimbo sex slave until she comes like a cheap whore," the mother babbled, sounding like a slutty porn star.

"What about your daughter?" Tori asked.

"Please, anything but that," the MILF begged, her eyes going wide.

"I guess you really don't want this cock, or my pussy," Tori shrugged beginning to move away.

"No, no, no, don't go," the desperate MILF pleaded.

Tori asked, "Why should I stay?"

"Fine, dammit," the voluptuous mother sighed. "I'll help you fuck my daughter."

"Good slut, Tori purred as she slid her cock back in the wanton whore.

"Wow," I said.

Annabelle nodded, "She really is a natural."

"I want to be her slut too," I admitted the obvious out loud.

"I know you do," Annabelle whispered, kissing my neck. "And we will make it happen, very, very soon."

I kept watching the television as Annabelle gently splattered me with butterfly kisses.

Tori, who was really fucking the slut now, ordered, "Come now, my filthy slut mother."

"Oh, God, yes, fuck!" the MILF screamed as her orgasm hit her seconds after the order was given. Again it felt just like one of my erotic stories.



The MILF's screams were loud and my pussy gushed slightly at the sight of my daughter's dominant behaviour and the thought that it could soon be me.

I needed to get fucked again... now.

I pushed Annabelle onto her back and said, "Time for some reverse cowgirl."

"In the ass," Annabelle added as I turned around and straddled her cock.

"Yes, Mistress," I obeyed, as I reached for her cock and positioned it for my asshole. I was curious what kind of pleasure and pain principle would occur in this position.

I glanced up and saw that Tori was no longer wearing a strap-on cock. Instead she was now having her pussy licked by the submissive mother. Instantly, I wanted to be the submissive mother... I was her mother.



"Lick my cunt, Mommy," Tori moaned, as she glanced up and looked directly into the camera.

Annabelle laughed, "Well, that was not subtle."

"But it was hot," I moaned.

Annabelle put her hands on my hips to balance me as I lowered myself, cautiously, on her cock. My ass resisted ever so briefly, but slowly her cock slid inside.

"So big," I again moaned, as I watched my daughter get her pussy licked, my mouth watering with the possibility that one day that would be me.

"This position will widen your ass like almost no other," Annabelle said, before adding, "and probably make you feel like my cock is twenty inches long."

"It isn't?" I moaned, playfully.

She laughed, "You're really an insatiable slut."

"And you love it," I countered.



"You know I do," she purred.

I slowly rode her cock, trying to get used to it in my ass in this position, a subtle pain lingering as stronger pleasure dulled it.

While I did, I watched my daughter's facial expressions as she was pleasured. Her innocent face looking so sexy as she moaned with pleasure.

Even sexier when she moaned, "That's it Mommy, lick my clit."

For a couple of minutes, I rode Annabelle's cock slowly while transfixed on the scene of my daughter being pleasured.

"You want to be the Mommy licking that sweet cunt, don't you, Jasmine?" Annabelle asked as her hand gently caressed my back.

"Is that bad?" I moaned.

"No, like I said before, it's natural," she supported.

"I'm so jealous of that blonde bimbo," I said, as I leaned forward and began riding her cock in a new position.



"Maybe you should go downstairs and join your daughter," Annabelle suggested.

"What? No, I couldn't," I said.

"I don't mean submitting to her. It's likely not a good idea to commit incest in front of someone you don't trust," Annabelle said. "But you could use the slut too."

"Really?" I asked, just as Tori came.

"Yes, Mommy, I'm coming!" Tori screamed.



"Why not?" Annabelle said. "Plus, what a great mother and daughter activity."

"Dominating a slut?" I asked, the idea turning me on.

"Exactly," Annabelle purred as she pulled me back onto her.

It was strange, but this position, with a cock buried in my asshole, was strangely romantic. I could look into her eyes, our bodies were melded together and her hands one on my breast, the other under my leg, only enhanced the intimacy.



"God, you have got me into one big mess," I smiled.

"I'm just making all your fantasies come true," she purred.

"You're going to set up a gangbang?" I asked, jokingly.

"With shemales," she responded.

"I was kidding," I grinned.

"I wasn't," she retorted.

"Oh my," suddenly understanding the full scope of this relationship.

"I plan to help you make every fantasy of yours come true," she purred. She then added, "Fucking your sisters, submitting to your daughter, gangbangs, submitting to students, a bukkake, some black pussy and cock, and whatever else you want."



"I love you," I moaned as each idea turned me on more. I then realized what I had said.

She purred, "I know you do," although she didn't say the words back.

Before I had time to ponder the brief 'I love you' interaction, Tori ordered, "Now bend over so I can fuck that ass of yours."

"You really are insatiable," the MILF seductively said as she offered her ass up, obviously not an anal virgin.

"I just like to dominate my sluts in every way possible," Tori responded as she moved behind and begin to slide her strap-on cock in the MILF's ass.



My orgasm was again building.

Annabelle ordered, noticing my heavier breathing, "You are not allowed to come again unless it is at the tongue of the hot blonde downstairs."

"Really?" I whined.

"It's time to push you a bit," she said. "Your comfort zone needs to be eliminated."

"Can't you just fuck the shit out of me like Tori is doing to that slut?" I asked, wiggling my ass on her cock, which was currently buried deep inside me.

"I could," she nodded. "But I won't. Just lie back and enjoy your soon-to-be daughter Mistress's work."

Chills went up my spine at the term 'soon-to-be daughter Mistress' as I watched Tori now fucking the MILF's ass.



I watched my daughter fuck the big titted MILF for minutes, the entire time I just sat on Annabelle's lap and cock.

"You like getting ass fucked don't you Mrs. Thomas?" Tori asked, using the MILF's last name for the first time that I heard... a classic move I used in my stories to remind the submissive who she really was and what she was really doing... cheating.

"Yes, I can't resist you," Mrs. Thomas moaned, completely at the whim of her lust even though she couldn't really understand why she had submitted in the first place. Again, like many of the submissives in my stories, they have no idea they are actually submissives until the moment they suddenly are.

"And you will obey any order I give?" Tori questioned, fucking her in a new position.

"God, yes, I'll do whatever you want me to," the MILF mindlessly declared.



Annabelle quipped, "They both have stamina."

"Indeed," I agreed.

Tori then spun the MILF around and slid the cock just in the slut's ass into her pussy... unsanitary yes, but nevertheless hot.


After a couple minutes of cunt fucking, Tori dragged the horny MILF to a new position yet again and slammed her cock back into her ass.

"Oh fuck," Robyn's mom screamed, as her ass was again violated.

"Such a fucking slut," Tori said as she fucked the MILF. "Allowing a classmate of your daughter's to use you as her personal fuck toy."

"Oh God," she whimpered.

"You like being a teenager's fuck slut, don't you?" Tori questioned, as she kept fucking her.

"Yes," the hot MILF moaned.

"Because only a real fucking slut would let an eighteen year old sodomize them," Tori said as she pulled the woman's arms behind her back, really taking control.

"Oh yes, fuck my asshole, Mistress," Mrs. Thomas begged, liking the rough treatment. "Use me as the fuck slut I am."

"Tori pulled the MILF's hair and ordered, "Now come, ass slut. Come from getting fucked in the ass."



"Oh, God," she moaned, "ream my ass harder."

Tori did.

The MILF suddenly began frantically rubbing her pussy as she got ass pounded. I wanted my ass pounded, but Annabelle was holding me romantically with her cock buried in my ass.

Seconds later, the MILF's screams and squeals echoed throughout the room as her orgasm hit.

I moaned myself, "That is hot."

"I agree," Annabelle nodded, before adding, "now, go downstairs and confront the MILF who is corrupting your daughter."

"Really?" I asked.

"Now, my pet," she ordered. "Then when you get back I'm going to make love to you."

"Is that different than fucking the shit out of me?" I asked teasingly as I got off her lap.

"Trust me, it is," she nodded.

As I began to walk out, she said, "Take a robe."

I put a robe on, and nervously walked downstairs unsure what I was going to say.

To my surprise, Tori was now making the MILF suck the cock that had just been ramming her ass.

I watched for a couple of minutes, until Tori asked, "Ready to be fucked again?"

"God, I love your stamina," the MLF said. "I wish my husband could get it up more than once and then not turn on ESPN."

"Stand up against the wall and bend over," Tori ordered. "I'm not done breaking in that asshole."

"Yes, Mistress," Mrs. Thomas obeyed, like the complete submissive she was.

Tori moved behind her and said as she slid the cock back in the MILF's ass, "I plan to fuck your bitch daughter's asshole too."

"Oh, God," she moaned.

"You like the idea of that, don't you?" Tori questioned as she roughly slammed into her.

"Yes, no, shit," the Mother moaned, confused.

"She is a bitch, right?" Tori asked.

"Yes."

"And she needs to be taught a lesson, right?" Tori continued.

"Yes."

"And you want me to be the one to do it, right?" Tori questioned, stopping deep in the woman's asshole, as I began to rub myself.

"Yes, dammit," Robyn's mother whined. "Now please fuck me."

"Fuck what?"

"My asshole. Please fuck my asshole with your cock," the hot MILF answered.

I then burst into the room, "What is going on here?"

Mrs. Thomas froze and stammered, "Mrs. W-W-Walker!"

"Yes, I know who I am," I said. "I also know who you are. What I don't know is why my daughter is fucking you in the ass."

"She's my sex slave," Tori answered, still fucking her.

"Is that the case?" I asked the mortified mother. "Are you the sex slave of my daughter?"

"No, um, well, yes," she babbled.

"Mom, if you want, I can have her eat your pussy," Tori offered.

I laughed. "That is very generous honey. Is that true, Mrs. Thomas? Will you eat my pussy?"

"I, um, ohhhh," she continued to speak incoherent thoughts as Tori really reamed her asshole.

I discarded my robe, walked over to the couch and sat down, I ordered, "Crawl over here, Robyn's mom."

I could see the mortification in her face, yet as Tori pulled out, the mother wordlessly dropped to her knees and crawled to me. Reaching me, she apologized, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Walker."

"For what?" I asked.

"For you seeing this," she answered.

"Seeing what?" I continued, enjoying pushing the slut.

"Me in such a compromising position," she answered.

"Getting ass fucked by my daughter?" I questioned bluntly.

"Yes," she nodded.

"Do you eat pussy too?" I asked, even though I knew the answer. "Or do you only get ass fucked?"

Tori laughed, "She is a full service slut, Mom."

"Well, go back to fucking her ass then," I instructed, as I grabbed the pretty blonde's head and shoved it in my cunt.

The blonde began licking as Tori moved behind her and slid her cock back in the MILF's used asshole. I heard her moan as she was filled again while she lapped at my pussy.

With all the intense fucking of the day, what I hadn't had was a good pussy licking, and I was going to enjoy this. My orgasm had already begun building after the ass fucking and the lengthy voyeuristic viewing of my daughter and the MILF.



She licked me for a couple of minutes before I decided I really wanted to take control. I stood up and ordered, "Come over here and lie down."

"Yes, Mistress," the MILF obeyed, quickly showing her true submissive nature.

The idea of being a Mistress was suddenly exciting, an experience I kind of got a taste of when I was instructing Principal Rose earlier.

Once she lay down, I straddled her face and ordered, "Now get me off, slut."

Tori moved into position and resumed fucking her... and I realized I was technically having a threesome with my daughter. It wasn't incest in the sense that we were not being intimate, but it sure set the possibility... something that did intrigue me... even if I wasn't sure that was a fantasy I was willing to make a reality. But if anything else, this was a cool experience.

Tori ordered, "Eat Mom's cunt, slut. Make her cum all over that pretty, overdone face of yours."

The order was redundant, she was already doing it. The MILF knew how to eat a pussy and my orgasm was building quickly.

As my orgasm grew, I moved my hands to my clit and began tapping it relentlessly.

And then I came.

"Yesssssss,' I screamed as my cum flooded out of me and onto my daughter's slave's face.



She kept licking throughout my orgasm.

When I was finally done, I got off her and said, "You and I will discuss this at a later date, Mrs. Thomas."

"Yes, Mistress," she nodded, looking up at me with lust.

"You and I will also discuss this later," I said to Tori.

"Sure, Mom," she nodded before she resumed fucking her pet.

I went back upstairs feeling liberated. Although I was definitely submissive deep down, I now knew I had another side I could tap into.

I walked into the bedroom and Annabelle said, "Well, looks like you have a dominant streak."

"I guess I do," I nodded, joining her on the bed. I added as I moved between her legs, "But I still prefer being a submissive."

"I know you do," she purred as I took her cock in my mouth. A cock that was last lodged in my ass for a good twenty minutes. To my surprise, although it tasted saltier, it didn't taste bad.



I sucked on her cock slowly, wanting to worship it like it deserved to be worshipped.

She moaned, "Man, you are a great cock sucker."

I took my mouth off her cock and said, looking into her eyes, "I could suck this cock forever."

"That is good because I love having a sexy cock sucker at my whim," Annabelle replied, watching me suck her cock.

"We are a match made in heaven," I joked as I resumed sucking her cock.

"That we are," she moaned.

After a few minutes of sucking, Annabelle laughed, "Your daughter is still using the slut."

I looked up and saw the mother again licking Tori's pussy.



I grabbed the remote and shut off the television.

I said, "The rest of the night is about you and me."

I couldn't agree more," she said, pulling me in for a kiss.

I straddled her cock, lowered my cunt on it, and leaned forward so she could play with my tits.



She sucked on my breasts as I slowly rode her beautiful cock.

This time we weren't fucking.

We were making love.

She swirled her tongue around my nipples before softly biting each one.

There was no talking, no derogatory words, no endearing terms... just two women enjoying each other and merging into one.

She slid her body up to use the pillows, and I used the headboard for balance as I continued riding her cock. Having come multiple times already, we were each in this for the long haul and in no hurry.... instead throwing away the map and just allowing our bodies to drive.



We made love with me on my side of sorts.



We made love with me on my stomach.





We made love with me on all fours.



Then we made love for an eternity with me on my back.



Annabelle slowly made love to me, her eyes never breaking with mine... until we kissed.

The kiss was meandering as if with no intention of ever ending.

My orgasm was on perpetual tease, always ready to burst into flames, but refusing to do more than flicker with the promise of more.

Annabelle smiled, "I have never done this before with someone."

"Done what?" I asked, confused.

"Made love to a woman," she answered. "I fuck. I don't get attached. Ever."

"I'm flattered," I said.

"I've also never said those three words," she said.

"Fuck me hard?" I joked.

"Oh, I've said those," she laughed,

"You don't have to say them if you don't feel it," I said, feeling vulnerable, but deciding I must speak the truth, "I said it in the heat of the moment, but I am even more confident the words were true now."

She smiled, as if her whole body was suddenly flush with joy, "Jasmine." She stopped, her cock deep in me, and leaned forward and kissed me again. When she broke the kiss, she looked deep into my eyes, into my soul, and said the words I hadn't heard in years in an intimate way, "I love you, Jasmine."

Fireworks coursed through me.

I smiled, repeating the words again, spilling out of me more freely now, "I love you too, Annabelle,"

We stared at each other for a moment, enjoying the declaration and yet unsure what to do next.

I said, with a wicked smile, as I lifted my legs up wider, wanting her deeper in me, "Now fuck me like you mean it."

She laughed, "If I have to."

"Oh, you have to," I said, as I lifted my hand up to her breast.



And in seconds, literally, once she began fucking me harder, my orgasm was set on fire and burned through me.

"Did you come without permission?" she questioned, with a sly smirk.

"Sorry," I moaned as the orgasm came fast and unexpectedly... my body working quicker than my mind could process.

"You will be punished for that one day," she threatened.

"I'm yours, Mistress," I weakly agreed, this orgasm intense in a different way than my earlier ones.

She fucked me for another minute, my orgasm refusing to completely dissipate, when she suddenly pulled out and shot her cum all over my body.

Her first rope flew onto my face like a missile with a mission, before subsequent ropes landed on my tits and belly.



I asked, "Not coming in my cunt?"

"Wasn't sure you were protected," she said, before adding, "I do, however, like shooting my load on a pretty face and a hot body.

"I like it in and on me," I smiled, scooping a big wad on my belly and putting it to my mouth. I then added, "Plus, I got my tubes tied years ago."

"That," she smiled, "is very good to know."

I leaned up and took her cock back in my mouth to retrieve any last remnants of cum.

She asked, "Want to sleep over?"

"I think my body is way too weak to drive," I joked.

"I have the perfect movie for us to watch," she said as she got off the bed.

"What is that?" I asked.

"Notting Hill," she said.

"Perfect," I nodded, scooping more cum off of me and tasting it.

We cleaned up, went downstairs to get some wine, Tori and her slut were gone, and then went back to bed to watch the movie in bed... like a couple.

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When the movie was done, Annabelle turned to me and asked, "So do you trust me?"

"Um, I think I proved I do already," I smiled.

"I mean," she said, seriously, "completely trust me."

"Yes," I nodded and I did.

"Good," she smiled, "because tomorrow night I have a very special night planned for you."

"What?" I asked, curious.

"That is a secret," she smiled, "but it is an evening bound on trust."

"I'm yours, Annabelle," I said, noticing she stressed the word 'bound'. I added, after a pause, "I want to do everything with you."

"On that note," she said as she moved on top of me and kissed me. "There is one thing I haven't yet done to you."

"Fisting?" I asked, playfully.

"Okay, two," she laughed. She kissed me again and slid down between my legs.

"Oh, mmmmmm," I moaned, as her tongue made contact with my pussy.

"Mmmmmm, indeed," she purred as she licked my pussy.

I watched her lick, her face buried in my pussy one of the hottest things I had ever seen.

"This pussy should be its own food group," Annabelle said as her tongue probed and teased.

"Would give a whole new meaning to breakfast in bed," I joked as I cupped my tits.



After a couple of minutes of tender licking, I wanted her cock in my mouth.

I said, "Let's get into a sixty-nine."

"Mmmmmm, can't get enough of my cock?" Annabelle purred as she rolled onto her back.

"I want a late night snack," I replied as I straddled her face and took her hard cock in my mouth.



I have no idea how long I sucked her cock or how long she licked my pussy, but when our final orgasms of the night occurred, they happened simultaneously.

As my cum flooded out of me and onto Annabelle and I eagerly swallowed her sweet cum, I knew I had found the one.

THE END

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There were dozens of pictures created and not used for this marathon story. Some of my favourites that were not used are below because I wanted to make sure they were seen.

FANTASY SCENE: MRS. WALKER SERVES PRINCIPAL

Deleted Pose: Mrs. Walker on knees serving Ms. Rose

I loved this picture, especially the close up of my face in her pussy and Ms. Rose's facial expression. Unfortunately, two other positions were already used and having one photo in this location didn't make much sense.



DAUGHTER INTRODUCTION

Alternate Pose: Nice ass

This one was really hot, but it didn't make sense to have her posing with her ass when her mom was first thinking of her.

Yet, the picture was too delicious to not show. So here it is... one sweet, sweet ass.



FANTASY SCENE: MRS. WALKER ON YACHT WITH TWO SHEMALES

Alternate Pose: A cock in both ends

There were a few images of Jasmine sucking one cock and taking the other in her pussy. So although I liked this one, a couple others better fit the flow of the scene.



Deleted Pose: Alternate Ending for Yacht Scene

I knew the end would be a DP scene and I had three different DP positions. In the end, I used one with Emerald in Jasmine's ass and another to end with Annabelle in Jasmine's ass.

So although I considered this photo for the climactic end (it would have worked great too), I went with the more practical position.

I do love Jasmine's look in this one... a look of 'Holy fuck, I'm in heaven'.



FANTASY SCENE: MRS. WALKER & THE CHEERLEADER

Deleted Scene: Romantic Kiss

When this scene became the dominant scene it ended up being... a kiss seemed inappropriate. Yet, this was how the scene was originally supposed to start.



Alternate Pose: Cocksucking (Damn Nice Ass)

Although I used a few cock sucking poses in this scene, I liked this one because my ass looks so damn fine.

I hope you agree.



Alternate Pose: Side by side Fucking

I LOVED this scene! Yet, like the earlier kissing scene, this seemed too intimate for a domination scene.



Deleted Scene: Cum Shot

This scene was originally the ending of the scene, but when I decided to have cheerleader Robyn cum in all three holes in the domination, the final cum shot became redundant.

But look how happy Jasmine looks to be getting a load all over her tits!!!



FANTASY SCENE: MRS. WALKER & THE NERD

Alternate Scene: Cocksucking

This scene had a ton of photos created including quite a few of Jasmine sucking cock. I love the look of the character created to be me with a mouthful of cock.
So even though I used quite a few cock sucking photos... here are two I wanted to use, but didn't.

In the first photo, I love the unique angle; looking downward from up above gives a very different look to the cocksucking.

In the second photo, I just love the look of my mouth open and my hand on her balls.

I would have loved to use have used both of these, but you can have too much of a good thing and I wasn't sure how many different cock sucking positions I could use and keep it believable.





Alternate Scene: Fucking

Like the cock sucking scenes, there were lots of fucking scenes... thus I had so many different positions to choose from in this scene.

Although there were half a dozen I didn't use, this was the one I was most reluctant to remove.



Alternate Scene: Tit Fucking

Lastly, there were a few different tit fucking positions.

I actually liked the one of Jasmine on her back the most, but in writing the scene, the two of Jasmine on her knees flowed better in the story. So reluctantly, I didn't use the one of Jasmine on the bed.

The other alternate tit fucking picture was also sexy, but it was just a matter of choosing one over the other.

It really was a coin toss... and this one lost.





FANTASY SCENE: MRS. WALKER & THE BLACK SHEMALE

Deleted Scenes: Fucking in the Park

All five pictures are different poses not used. There were so many good ones created. And although I would have loved to have used them all, the flow was a struggle in this outdoor scene and these positions, although sexy, didn't work for the continuity of the story.

Picture 1: I loved the look on Jasmine's face and the amazing deep penetration.

Picture 2: I loved the look of pleasure in this one on Jasmine's face... that is not something you can fake!

Picture 3: I loved this position; unfortunately a glitch makes it look like Jasmine's hands are leaning on air.

Picture 4: Another one where Jasmine looks sexy, but unfortunately the unnamed shemale looks awkward.

Picture 5: A great scene with Jasmine on top.











FANTASY SCENE: MRS. WALKER & ANNABELLE

Alternate Scene: Fucking

This scene became redundant based on the short lengthy of the fantasy scene and a couple other photos. I just loved (the one of me on my desk getting ass fucked and the one of me against the chalk board also getting ass fucked).

But I loved how perfect Annabelle's ass was. So here it is to admire:



SCENE: TORI & THE MILF

Alternate Scene: Riding

Although I only requested one pose for what was supposed to be a very, very brief scene. My illustrator went nuts and create a variety of scenes and thus the ending became much longer and much kinkier. I ended up using almost every different position sent as I loved, I mean LOVED, the blonde MILF in this scene.

This is one that didn't make the cut because I used a different riding scene instead. But the look of raw sex and need on the MILF's face was too much to not at least show here.

Plus, I loved her big tits... so much bigger than mine... LOL.



SCENE: MRS. WALKER & ANNABELLE

Deleted Scene: Fucking Downstairs

I loved this scene too. But I wanted most of the sex to be in the bedroom. That said, I wanted Jasmine's first orgasm to be quick because she was too horny to hold back.

Thus I had too many positions to choose from.

In the end, this one wasn't used, although I love the look of pleasure on Jasmine's face.



Alternate Scene: Deep Anal

This was likely the hardest photo to delete. I LOVED THIS ONE. I used a close-up one instead, but the facial expression on Jasmine in this photo is priceless.

Unfortunately, for continuity, they are watching Tori fuck Mrs. Thomas, and Jasmine's body is turned the wrong way.



Alternate Scene: Last Fuck

Again, my illustrator really went all out as he gave me a ton of options for the final submission of Jasmine. In the end, that is why the last scene is a marathon of fucking.

This was supposed to be the last photo before the cum shot, but in the end it seemed unnecessary.



That is the end...

Seriously...

Unless, of course...

Until part 2 is released which will be its own condensed story and not the novella that this turned out to be:

Part 2: Bondage Training

Jasmine is taken to a bondage dungeon for a wild night of kink.

Jasmine January 2016

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Jun 24, 2018 in anal

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