Who was the King - Copied

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Cheryl Thomson arrived at Sherman High School in Potoxy, GA to begin her new teaching job. She was very excited to get this opportunity. While her husband Rob earned enough money so that she didn't need to work, she had gone back to school to get a masters degree in education and wanted to use it now that she finally finished the program. Rob was a trader and could relocate his office anywhere as he did everything over the internet and he felt lucky to find lower cost labor with good education just outside of Potoxy.


Cheryl felt very lucky to land this job. At 41 years of age, she was well past the typical graduation age for a recent grad student, but she didn't regret taking time away from her goals so she could raise two wonderful children, John who was 20 and Lisa who was 18. Also, now that John was already in college and Lisa was off to college, Cheryl felt she could use this time to get back into the workforce.

She had taken great care in dressing today also. One source of embarrassment for her was her breasts. Prior to the birth of her children, the were a large and firm 36C, but following the pregnancies they enlarged to a 40D, before reducing slightly over the years until now they were a 38DD. What embarrassed her was she came from a very religious household where bodily sin and shame of her good looks were preached to her from her father and mother. Although Rob was able to get her pregnant and still found her body incredibly exciting, he stopped trying after years of rejection as Cheryl was taught sex was for pregnancy and she had already given birth to her two babies, and did her duty raising them, so now it was time to work.

Her attire consisted of a loose-fitting white blouse, as well as loose-fitting black skirt and matching black blazer jacket. Even though she had made it a specific point not to look overly sexual, but with her body, which in addition to her large breasts consisted of a slim waist and womanly curved hips rounding to a perfectly shaped ass, there was not a clothing choice Cheryl could make that did not just exude sex appeal. Yet sex appeal was the furthest thing from Cheryl's mind as she only wanted to look professional and pure for her first day of what would hopefully be a long and successful teaching career.

Cheryl drove her car into the teacher's parking area, but almost all the spots were filled. She noticed a sign for the janitor's parking space and felt it strange a janitor would have a dedicated space, but also felt lucky that there was a free space next to it and she pulled in, put her Audi A4 in park, gathered her purse and some supplies, and walked towards the school.

Walking towards the school, Cheryl heard a few catcalls and whistles, but didn't think anything of it. Her teacher training had emphasized not to show reactions to the students and their overactive hormones and also thought they could be whistling at someone else as there were high school girls near her as well. As she approached the front door, she realized she had forgotten the way to the school office and saw several large black students to her right and two smaller and pimply faced white students to her left. She felt safer going to her left to ask the two white students directions to the office.

"Excuse me," stated Cheryl to the two white students, "could you point me in the direction of the school office?" she asked.

Both boys looked up at Cheryl in awe of her beauty. More precisely, they were in awe of her breasts and stared openly. One of the boys began to stutter... "Ummm... umm..."

Cheryl quickly interjected, "Boys, my eyes are up here..." pointing to her eyes and laughing a little bit to try and lighten the situation, but again hearing her mother's voice in the back of her head telling her that men are sexual animals and one must resist those urges as they came from the devil.

The boys laughed nervously and looked at her face, which was also beautiful, but kept sneaking glances at her breasts which Cheryl noticed and felt her face beginning to flush a little in embarrassment.

Just then, one of the sets of the front doors to the school opened and an elderly African American man in overalls exited and walked straight towards her and extended an open hand and inquired, "Mrs. Thomson I presume? I'm Claude Johnston, the janitor here at Sherman High School. Principal White asked me to be on the lookout for you today."

Cheryl stared at the coal black face which was topped by silvery white hair and although he was of an intimidating size since her towered over her 5'5" frame with him being 6'5" tall. The one thing that amazed her though was how fit he was. Then she thought that maybe the overalls hid any excess fat Mr. Johnston might have. She extended her hand, timidly at first, but then more confidently, and answered, "Thank you so much Mr. Johnston, you're a lifesaver, as I forgot where the office was."

"Then it is both of our lucky days Mrs. Thomson, as I got to greet you first, and I DO know where the office is," laughed Mr. Johnston, "And please call me Claude, almost everyone else does. Either that or Janitor Claude."

"Of course, Mr. umm... I mean, Claude," said Cheryl a little sheepishly. The two then entered the school, saw many students at their lockers, different groups and cliques huddling together as they walked by and finally they walked into the school office.

"Why you must be Mrs. Thomson," said the woman behind the office countertop in a thick southern drawl, "welcome to both Potoxy and Sherman High School. I'm Mrs. Harris, the lead administrative secretary here, and why don't you take a seat. Can I get you a coffee? Would you like to use the washroom to freshen up before you meet with Principal White?"

Cheryl almost giggled hearing the name White, as, except for the two nerdy white boys outside the school, almost everyone she has seen at Sherman High School has been black. "Why yes, a coffee would be nice, and I would like to freshen up quickly, thank you," answered Cheryl.

Claude smiled in a grandfatherly way, smiled and put his finger to his lips in a "Shhhh..." way and said, "Let me guide you to the executive washroom, it is much nicer, oh, and how do you like your coffee? I do say we have the best cream with the local farms here and all..."

"Why thank you Mr. J... I mean Claude. I will try the cream," answered Cheryl and then Claude showed her the back of the office with an immaculately clean and well-designed washroom. There were brushes, combs, hairsprays, and even mouthwash. Cheryl couldn't believe her luck as she noticed some of her hair had become a bit ruffled from the wind on the drive and walk over to the school.

As she exited the washroom, Claude greeted her again with a cup in each of his hands. One hand held a full-sized mug and the other hand held a miniature sized cappuccino-sized cup. He smiled and said, "Here you go Mrs. Thomson, the mug is for your sit-down with the principal and this little mug is for a little quick caffeine jolt," and he handed her the smaller of the two mugs. "Go ahead, you can drink this one like a quick shot."

Cheryl took the miniature-sized coffee cup and looked inside at the thick, rich, foamy surface and placed it at her lips and dipped her tongue inside to test the temperature. The thick cream had a strange taste, but Cheryl figured it must just be the difference between fresh squeezed milk and store-bought processed milk. The coffee drink under the cream had a sweet taste and Cheryl lifted the shot-glass sized mug up to gulp down the drink in one fell swoop. At least she tried to, the thick cream sat in the back of her throat and Cheryl had to gulp about three times for it to finally go down her throat.

Claude smiled and reached out his hand to retrieve the smaller cup from Cheryl while at the same time handing her the larger of the two coffee cups. "How was it?" he asked.

Cheryl had to ahem several times to clear her throat, as the thickness of the cream almost felt like the phlegm from a sinus infection still sitting at the rear of her mouth. She also worried as, in addition to the aftertaste in her mouth, her toothpaste-fresh breath now had a strange odor to it. A frown formed on her face and she looked at Claude, asking, "Do you think my breath is bad for the meeting with Mr. White?"

"I don't notice a thing, Mrs. Thomson," answered Claude. "Mr. White will see you have a coffee in your hand, and it might just be the difference between the cream where you're from and the cream we make down here," continued Claude with a compassionate smiling face.

Mrs. Harris walked up to the two, looked at Claude and said, "Now let this Mrs. Thomson speak with Mr. White now Claude and be on your way," in a somewhat curt voice.

"Right after I clean the washroom Mrs. Harris," replied Claude, "I let Mrs. Thomson tidy up a bit before her meeting," and he walked in the direction of washroom while Mrs. Thomson entered Mr. White' office.

Claude entered the washroom and was rejoicing at his luck. A thick layer of Cheryl's lipstick coated the edge of the cappuccino cup and plenty of her stray hairs from when she brushed her hair lay in the sink in the washroom. Claude quickly collected the hair and went back to his office to extract the lipstick and Cheryl's saliva from the cup.

"Welcome Mrs. Thomson," greeted Mr. White as he stood and walked around his desk to shake Cheryl's hand. "How are you liking Potoxy?" he asked, while noticing a cup of coffee in her hands. "I see ol' Claude already fixed you up with some fresh coffee," he continued smiling while nodding at the cup in Cheryl's other hand, "and did Claude convince you to try some of the cream? I swear he really pushes the fresh cream from his farm."

Cheryl giggled, relaxed and smiled. Mr. White was indeed white and much younger, and the first on the administration she met thus far who actually was Caucasian. "Indeed he did Mr. White," laughed Cheryl, "and I'm not used to such thickness in the cream, I nearly choked." Cheryl guessed Mr. White was about her age at 40, or maybe even younger.

Mr. White smiled knowingly, but tried to put an innocent look in his eyes as he explained, "Well, I mentioned a few weeks ago that today would be your first day. Claude intentionally did no milkings for about a week before this morning so your first batch of cream would be extra thick and potent."

"That it was Mr. White, that it was," said Cheryl, still trying to clear the thickness sitting in the back of her throat, and now feeling a bit flush as well, sitting with Mr. White. "I guess it is that natural coffee and cream from down south that I will hopefully get used to," as she said this she was feeling very warm as if hot flashes were shooting through her body. She quickly thought to herself, "Oh no, I can't be entering menopause yet and getting hot flashes, can I?"

Mr. White smiled wider as he saw the reactions occurring in Cheryl and he continued, "Yes, your body will get used to the coffee and cream. It really is like any new thing, I suppose. Please continue drinking your other coffee in the larger mug, the cream is more diluted in that one so it should go down smoother."

Cheryl smiled and reached for her mug and brought it to her lips. As she drank this coffee, the cream seemed more diluted with more coffee in the cup, yet it still had a thickness gathering in the back of he throat. She tried to drink the coffee more to wash down the cream, and before she knew it, that cup was gone as well.

"Oh no!" exclaimed Mr. White in a concerned voice, "two cups of our southern coffee with cream in such a short time period may be too much of a caffeine jolt for you. Claude makes especially potent coffee, and I already mentioned the special care taken for the cream for you."

The jolts and flashes going through Cheryl's body increased and a slight haze and fogginess fell over her. Her thought patterns felt strange, but she wanted to, no, she needed to make a good impression.

"I'm sure I can do this," said Cheryl as she stood to try and clear her mind, but the words came out very measured and staccato like a drunk person trying to pass a sobriety test.

"Lucky for you Mrs. Thomson," answered Mr. White quickly, "your first class of today isn't for another 30 minutes. I blocked out your first period with a substitute teacher so we could have our meeting. There is a sofa near Claude's office. You can relax and rest there."

Cheryl looked at Mr. White exasperatingly and replied, "Thank you so much, this coffee really is strong. And even the diluted cream was quite, what was the word you used? potent?" explained Cheryl as she did not want to explain these hot flashes that were shooting through her body. Sexual desire was not something she had thought about for years and she was feeling a wetness from between her legs dripping out from inside her.

Mr. White guided Cheryl through the school and as she passed by the window, she saw her car parked just outside, so she guessed this was the direction in which Mr. Joh... Claude's office was. She saw a well-lit area in which the sofa was featured. Mr. White instructed Cheryl to sit, and then lay down which she gladly complied. Her head and body were spinning and these jolts of energy and excitement coming from between her legs were scaring her. Cheryl heard Mr. White's voice gently saying, "Please feel free to take...." and her mind fell into a deep sleep, as he finished, "... a nap."

Mr. White continued back into Claude's office where he found Claude with a candle underneath an urn filled with a mixture of what looked like the cream. "Things are proceeding nicely," he said to Claude.

Claude looked at Mr. White and smiled, his shining white teeth a deep contrast to his coal-black face. "Our first new student from the 'Online Academy of Education' is here. I am so glad we created that school and especially that we were able to put your white face as the administrator of this school to give it validity. We even got some accreditation if one can believe that. So, she really has a degree from our online school, but in all likelihood, the only place that will hire graduates as teachers from our 'school' is us," and he chuckled at the irony.

Mr. White asked Claude, "What is the next step?" as he looked at the contraptions and pagan religious symbols on the wall of Claude's office.

Claude Johnston was indeed one of a long line of voodoo witch doctors dating back to pre-Revolutionary War Haiti. He ground up the mixture of Cheryl's lipstick and hair and burnt it into a powder while chanting, "Ye Ghede ah kok renmen; ye Ghede ah kok renmen; ye Ghede ah kok renmen..." meanwhile, Mr. White was still not accustomed to seeing this but Claude had his massive cock out and was stroking the monster, he stiffened and at the moment his cum shot out onto the dish in front of him, he poured the powder on it, and said decisively, "Cheryl Thomson ye Ghede ah kok renmen."

A yellowish-red aura glowed around the mixture as Claude finished the stirring process. Mr. White said matter of factly, "I'm not sure she can handle another dose today. Her throat is almost closed from the thickness of your week-long buildup in the cum, or rather, cream earlier this morning."

"Well James," started Claude to Mr. White, "luckily this is my third load of the day, so it is not nearly as thick as the first two loads I lined her coffee with. Obviously, the cappuccino had the thickest first load," he smiled as he continued, "and the majik fizyon (Haitian for magic fusing) process of her cells thins out the fluid to make it more watery." He then looked up at Mr. White, handed her the cup of the infused liquid cum, and said, "It is much more effective if delivered warm and fresh. Shall you do the honors? She might trust you more than me after the two coffees I fed her this morning."

Meanwhile, deep in her slumber, Cheryl was having the strangest dream. She dreamt she was on her back and could not move, and above her was a large black cow and a black farmhand. The black farmhand was pulling the udders of the cow and shooting the milk straight into Cheryl's mouth. In the dream it did not make her gag, but it left a craving feeling for the milk.

James White considered himself a Christian man, yet for some reason, this mystical aura of power surrounding Claude Johnston left him wanting to comply with him. In addition to that, the sexual repression within his faith added to the exciting naughtiness of what he was doing. He quickly took the glass of infused cum to Cheryl, shook her gently to wake her, and put the glass to her lips, saying, "Here Mrs. Thomson, you passed out pretty hard. Here is a glass of warm milk to help you."

Cheryl quickly sat up, albeit groggily, and lifted the glass up and began drinking the fluid. It had a similar taste to the cream earlier with something new in it, something almost burnt, but she was thankful she was able to swallow it without issue this time. After finishing, she looked up at Mr. White and almost sobbed, saying, "Mr. White, I must be leaving the worst first impression. Taking a nap, and just what I feel is lack of professionalism, I'm so sorry!"

"Are you sure you can handle this job Mrs. Thomson?" asked Mr. White in a concerned tone of voice. "The demands put on you, as well as moving to a new area and getting used to it all might be too much for you."

"Mr. White," pleaded Cheryl, "please give me a chance to show you what I can do. I want to..." and just then Cheryl's arm rose up with her elbow to the side and began twisting in a strange contortion. "I mean..." at that moment, her knee jerked upwards and then to the side.

Claude had the miniature doll in front of him and was adjusting it, first the arms, then the legs. He received a beep on the intercom as a signal from Mr. White that the voodoo was in fact working.

Cheryl was so embarrassed. Was she having an epileptic fit of some sort? Were her nerves telling her she was too old for this job? No, she had to go through with this. Rob would be so disappointed in her after they moved to a whole new area and uprooted everything for her and her dreams.

"Please Mr. White, I know I can do this," Cheryl again pleaded.

Mr. White smiled encouragingly and replied, "I know you can also Mrs. Thomson. Let us get you to your first class. You're taking over Miss Sharice Long's class. She's on a maternity leave. Sharice Long was dedicated. Sharice Long was firm, and... oh Harry can you stop over here for a moment?" Mr. White called out to one of the few white students in the hallway. "I was telling Mrs. Thomson here about Miss Sharice Long's class she will be taking over." He looked at Cheryl and continued, "Harry here was one of Sharice Long's favorite students. We at the administration couldn't help but notice Harry and Sharice Long." he stated, and continued and kept repeating, "Harry and Sharice Long."

Cheryl blinked and with all of the sensations going through her body, she thought her mind was playing tricks on her, it truly sounded like Mr. White was saying Harry and Harry's schlong. With an urge she could not resist, she glanced in the area of Harry's crotch. "Oh no," she thought, "now I'm a pervert looking at students and hearing things like Harry's schlong when he's saying Sharice Long. I'm such a failure. I keep thinking of Harry and Harry's schlong."

Noting the glance, Mr. White knew Cheryl was ready for the next step and he guided her towards the classroom. "Unfortunately, Harry won't be in your first class, but you may see him later today. In fact, since you're not feeling so well, if you'd like to nap again later, please feel free, but let me know so I can sub for you if need be."

Just before they entered the classroom, Mr. White said to Cheryl, "Ummm... Mrs. Thomson, do you want to maybe go to the ladies room over there and just check yourself. The classroom is right here, but, umm... nevermind, I'm going to head back to the office."

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Cheryl, understanding the hint Mr. White was giving her, quickly rushed to the ladies room to see what was wrong with her appearance, if anything. She almost died from embarrassment seeing herself in the mirror and thanked the heavens Mr. White had been such a gentleman warning her before she entered the classroom. Looking in the mirror, her breasts appeared even fuller behind her jacket and her nipples were protruding and visible even under the jacket fabric.


Cheryl splashed some water over her face and tried to pull the jacket forward to reduce the visibility of her protruding nipples, but finally she heard the bell ring and she rushed into her class. Her excitement as she opened the door was filled with a little dismay as there was a giant grotesque picture of a male penis on the chalkboard covered by what looked like a lot of pubic hair. Someone, she couldn't tell who, from the back of the room snickered, "Wait a minute, it isn't the hairy schlong (clearly a reference to the former teacher Sharice Long) but it is something much better."

Cheryl remembered her training, and went to the board, and erased the vulgar picture to the groans and awws.. of the class, and wrote her name on the board. She then turned to the class and said, "Hello class, my name is Mrs. Thomson." to which no one heard as they were still maintaining conversations among themselves about the picture, their summer, and other things. Cheryl repeated, "Hello class, my name is Mrs. Thomson." again to a class that was clearly ignoring her. Just then, she saw Claude through the window on the classroom door and he clearly saw the frustration on her face as well as her continuing protruding nipples under her jacket and shirt.

Claude opened the door, and cleared his throat, and the class instantly quieted down. He then gave a warning, "You pay this lady good attention, you hear?" to the class. Cheryl smiled at Claude and mouthed a "Thank you," as he turned and left. She then turned to the class and began teaching her lessons. Although she felt flush, she was able to continue lecturing. However, every time she turned to speak to a student, his eyes kept bobbing from her face to her breasts and back to her face. Sometimes, not even making it back up to her face but just staring at her breasts. Also adding to the embarrassment was the fact that her nipples were still extended a little bit and were very sensitive. Every time she turned, she felt a rush of pleasure down her body.

Claude went back to his office and turned to the video screen filming Mrs. Thomson's class. He also reached into his desk for a feather and the voodoo doll he created of Cheryl Thomson. He saw the struggle she was already having with her nipples extended sexually, and smiled as he felt like adding another sensation to the mix. He held the doll vertically and brushed the feather between the doll's legs.

Cheryl's knees buckled under her and she collapsed against the board. A jolt of electricity just shot up her body from her pussy to meet the jolts of electricity going down her body from her nipples. Her face and breasts and the whole front of her jacket smeared against the chalk covered board during the time her knees buckled. When she turned again to face the class, she saw giggling and heard snickers from the students as she knew her face was covered with white powder from the chalk as well as the whole lapel and front of her jacket was also covered. She felt relief for an instant as the bell to end class rang and the students filed out of the room, but that relief was suddenly replaced by panic when she saw Mr. White in the doorway to her class looking at her with a concerned face.

"Are you ok Mrs. Thomson?" asked Mr. White in the best imitation of concerned that he could muster.

"Yes, yes, Mr. White," replied Cheryl although she was clearly not alright but trying her best to give a good impression.

"Your jacket, and your blouse, as well as your face, they're covered in chalk," stated Mr. White observantly.

"I'm sorry Mr. White," answered Cheryl, "during class I stumbled against the chalkboard. I don't know what happened," she said apologetically.

"Here," said Mr. White, extending his hand for the jacket, "give me your jacket. I think I have one that will fit while I get this one cleaned up a bit for your next class. Go wash your face in the restroom too if you'd like," continued Mr. White helpfully.

Cheryl went to the ladies room and turned on the sink to splash water on her her face quickly so she could get back to class. She looked back up into the mirror and almost cried out in dismay as the upper portion of her white blouse had gotten wet and was sticking to her upper chest almost transparently. Luckily she had on a bra, but she clearly had to wait for Mr. Jones and the jacket now. She stood at the door inside the ladies room waiting for him with the door cracked open.

Mr. White, seeing Cheryl, approached her with a different jacket and asked if she could try it on. Cheryl was able to reach back difficultly and get her arms into the arms of the jacket extending her breasts forward a great deal to Mr. White's enjoyment. Once she had the jacket on, it was clearly small and almost forced her to stand in a manner pushing her breasts out. In addition to that, it didn't cover much of the wetness of the blouse that was now transparent. Cheryl was very embarrassed. Mr. White said comfortingly, "I'm sure the students will understand and he opened the door into her classroom to which she entered."

She walked to her desk, her arms somewhat pinned behind her in the tight jacket, and realized sitting down might rip the jacket so she stood. She looked at the class schedule and saw this was a language course, but she had no idea on the language itself. Why would Mr. White put her in this class? There was a note on the syllabus which she quickly picked up, it was from Mr. White.



I'm sorry Mrs. Thomson, but I need you to teach this class. Don't worry about the translation and the pronunciation is mostly as written. Just read the areas highlighted for you. It is for a ceremony later in the month of which you probably will not have to attend but the students need practice. I really appreciate this, and after this, I think you can take a rest for the next two class periods. I don't want you to overheat on your first day.

-Mr. White

She picked up the paper and scanned it over. It was clearly a ceremony with words, then insertion of names, and definitely in a language she didn't know, being from the Midwest prior to moving to Potoxy, Georgia. Well, she thought, Mr. White has been so helpful on this dreadful first day, I may as well try my best.

"Hello class," started Cheryl, "I am going to be a practice speaker for your ceremony today." Cheryl was pleasantly surprised when a few cheers and hoorays went up with her timid statement. She looked up and saw this class paying attention much better than the previous class, but then also wondered if they were just staring at her breasts which were being pushed out by the jacket. One of the students raised his hand, "Yes, um... I don't know your name yet."

"It is Travis, but my ceremonial name is Jeyan Kok Wa. Since this is practice for the ceremony, should we practice using our ceremonial names?" asked the student politely. The young man was also African-American but not intimidating like the three black boys she met on the way into the school nor a giant like Claude.

"Since this is for the ceremony," thought Cheryl aloud so she said it as she thought it, "we may as well go through the ceremonial names. But I want to learn your other names as well, maybe we go over the other names in a future class."

She went around the room and most of the names of all the black students ended in Kok Wa or Chef Pwens, while the white students had names ending in Bebe Kok. She knew she would never remember all of the specific names so she asked if she could just call the African American students Kok Wa and the white students Bebe Kok. The black students all nodded in agreement enthusiastically while the white students agreed begrudgingly.

"Ok then," started Cheryl as she began reading down the page to begin her lines, "mwen, Cheryl Thomson..." and just then the door opened and Mr. White entered quickly carrying what appeared to be a dark brown/almost black wooden flute. He quickly interrupted...

"Mrs. Thomson," holding out the wooden object, "the ceremony requires the use of the traditional pipe, and while this may just be practice, could you try it?" he asked.

Cheryl took the traditional pipe from Mr. White and stared at it. It was about a foot and a half long, very thick in diameter and narrowed in a rounded edge on one side with a ridge about two inches above that.

Mr. White continued, "Since we cannot smoke in school, I've put a liquid in the end of the pipe so you can practice the puffing motion, is that ok Mrs. Thomson?" asked Mr. White. The ceremony requires a puff for each of the inductees here, and he pointed towards the black students.

"So, I will puff for each of the Kok Wa students," as she nodded towards the black students, "but what about the Bebe Kok students Mr. White?" inquired Cheryl, as she pointed towards the two white students.

"Ah yes," answered Mr. White as he tried not to laugh as the translation of 'Kok Wa' was cock king and 'Bebe Kok' was baby cock, "the um... Bebe Kok students will be here to support you if needed." He quickly maintained a straight face and exited the room before he burst out laughing at the naivety of Cheryl. The potency of Claude as well as the events of the day so far must have really affected her resolve. He peeked in the window and saw the students moving eight desks into a large circle surrounding a single chair in the center.

Meanwhile, in the city center at Rob Thomson's new office, Rob couldn't be happier. His new traders were bringing him information on trades that were new strategies he didn't know about, but they needed short-term funding and he was already up nearly a quarter of a million dollars on his first day. This was unbelievable, and they were a lot cheaper than his northern office as well. Rob was addicted to success and this quick success was an adrenaline rush he was just getting started on.

"Hmmm...", thought Rob, "I wonder if I can set up multiple shifts in the day to keep this success going round the clock." He spoke with one of the managers who told him anything was possible and the money would keep rolling in.

Cheryl took the smaller end of the pipe and tried to stretch her mouth around it to no avail. It was just too big. The student, Jeyan Kok Wa, told her to wait, that the ceremony would clear everything and make things right according to tradition. "As a matter of fact, it is now time to begin the readings."

Cheryl was still in a bit of a haze, topped off with the fact she was embarrassed as well as uncomfortable about the jacket pinning her arms back causing her to shove her breasts forward. She thought, I'm never going to be able to relax with this jacket on. "Boys, I'm a bit embarrassed, but would it be ok if I took off this jacket?" she asked as she looked and her shirt was mostly dry.

One of the other Kok Wa students replied quickly, "Ma'am, we want and need you to be comfortable, so please do what you need. We really appreciate your help on this ceremony. It is a big deal for us."

Cheryl removed her jacket and put it on the back of her chair. She looked down and could see some skin and her bra was visible under her shirt, but figured it didn't show anything a bikini didn't show. At least the black students were behaving maturely although the two white boys acted like children.

Cheryl sat down and already began apologizing, saying, "Please forgive if I don't pronounce these words correctly."

Jeyan Kok Wa smiled, and said, "You are forgiven souyon mwen, but let us now try to do everything by the script."

Cheryl read the instructions, she was to say her line, then place the pipe to her mouth, an puff the smoke. Wait a minute, down below were instructions for if indoors and no smoking, to press a button and pull the pipe forward one layer as it folds in on itself eight times like a reverse telescope and liquid will come out.

Everyone was staring at Cheryl, waiting for her to speak, she finally lifted the pipe and said, "Mwen, Cheryl Thomson, volontè yo dwe yon souyon kòk chante nwa," and she placed the pipe at her mouth, pressed the button and pulled back one level. A thick substance similar to the milk in her coffee filled her mouth, she tried desperately to swallow it all but some dripped out her lips down her chin.

Jeyan Kok Wa lowered his hand, and then raised it, and the eight black boys said in unison, "Nou akeyi ou kòm yon Cheryl Thomson jennès."

Cheryl read the next instructions, worried she will again have to drink that fluid, but she wanted to do her best, "Kijan mwen kapab mèt jennès ou a?" and she again pressed the hole of the pipe at her mouth and pressed the button and the thick milky substance shot into her mouth as much as she could swallow as the reverse telescope closed in another layer. She tried to slow down the rate of ejection, but it was still too fast for her and a lot ended up dripping down her chin and neck.

A complete fogginess similar to the fogginess she felt earlier in the morning came over Cheryl. Her jaw drooped and her eyes glazed over. The pipe was beginning to slip out of Cheryl's hands when Jeyan Kok Wa came forward and stood in front of her and held the pipe so it was at her lips. He began chanting, "Cheryl Thomson ye Ghede ah kok renmen," and the group around the circle repeated "Cheryl Thomson ye Ghede ah kok renmen!" Jeyan pushed the wooden pipe forward and to Cheryl's amazement and dismay, her mouth stretched around the very wide object and the first two inches of the pipe slid into her mouth.

Cheryl heard the click of the button and knew what was coming, as she felt stream after stream of the milky substance enter her mouth. She tried to gulp, she started to choke, tears were coming out of her eyes, until he body just spasmed and she half swallowed and felt a liquid dripping from her nose.

This was crazy. She needed to get out of there, but although her mind was saying that to herself, her body wasn't responding and now she felt the two white boys holding her arms out to her sides, and leaning her forward to create more of an opening in her throat.

Cheryl was in disbelief as she felt the pipe go deeper into her throat, so much so that the liquid pumping out went straight to her stomach without her even having to swallow. The process continued with more fluid pumping out into her stomach as the button kept being pressed.

Finally, the boys all stood and began clapping and bowing before Cheryl. She had never been so out of it as she was just then, but she got caught up in the moment and clapped with the boys, albeit a bit dazed. Jeyan came forward with tears in his eyes and said, "Thank you so much Mrs. Thomson!!! You are an inspiration and so unexpectedly great!"

While Cheryl wanted to feel disgust with how she looked and felt as the fluid was bloating her stomach and she wore quite a bit of it on her face, neck, and shirt, the excitement and gratitude of the boys was helping her to feel safe. She had felt like a failure so far this day, and while it ended somewhat messy, it was clearly a success.

Cheryl went to the ladies room. Time seemed to have flown by as the school, except for her and the boys, was empty. She just took her shirt off and rinsed it and squeezed what water she could out of it and put it back on, knowing it was now completely see-through. She looked out the ladies room door and was grateful her jacket was there, still a little dusty but good enough to wear home.

Cheryl put on her jacket and went out to her car. "What in the hell happened to me today?" thought Cheryl. "Can I really handle teaching at this school?"Just then she looked at her phone seeing two missed calls from Rob and one voicemail.

"Hi honey, it is me," she heard Rob's voice, "I'm having an amazing trading day and may not be home until very late tonight. Don't wait up for me."

Cheryl herself was exhausted and couldn't wait up for Rob even if she wanted. She wasn't even hungry from all the fluid she felt pumped into her stomach. "Well," thought Cheryl, "let's get cleaned up, my clothes to the cleaners, and to sleep."

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Cheryl woke up about 4am to the sound of Rob stumbling to bed. She struggled to open her eyes just in time to see him flop, still fully clothed in his suit, onto the bed. She wondered what he had been doing. On top of that, her mouth, jaw, and throat were aching unbearably. Cheryl would have believed that it had just been a bad dream if she didn't suffer the physical aftereffects of the "ceremony." 


Her mind just couldn't get the whole day out of her head, even though it happened as if she were in a daze. Starting from the cappuccino and coffees during the school day and the ending with the practice ceremony with some of the school boys, where she sat in the middle of the classroom and they fed her the black peace pipe as she stared up at them. How she was able to fit that thick pipe into her mouth and how it was able to get pushed back into her throat without gagging her still left Cheryl confused. 

As the sunlight peeked through the window and sent a ray of light across Cheryl's face, she couldn't help but notice the dryness in her mouth. Whatever had been in the pipe, her current thirst was almost unbearable and she ran to the bathroom for a glass of water. She quickly ran the tap water and filled a glass and put the glass to her lips. 

"It is so weird," thought Cheryl, "my mouth feels like it is numb. I almost feel like I've been to the dentist and gotten Novocain." She struggled to keep the first glass of water in her mouth without drooling, but then the second glass was a little easier. 

She went back to sleep and fell into a dreamlike state. It seemed as if her mouth was being violated, but she opened her eyes and only saw the greyish dark ceiling alight slightly from a combination of the sun rising and a bit of moonbeam shining in through the window. No one was violating her mouth, and in fact, Rob was still face down in the bed and it smelled as if her vomited and was sleeping through it. Cheryl couldn't stand the smell of the vomit and saw it was almost 6am on the clock so she awoke and headed towards the bathroom. 

Cheryl entered the shower and stepped under the water. The water sprayed onto her back first and when she turned towards the jets of water, as the water jets sprayed on her breasts, Cheryl flinched as her breasts seemed incredibly sensitive. She looked down and was shocked to see her nipples were fully extended and quite pinkish red. This was quite confusing for Cheryl. 

Toweling off, Cheryl was careful as the sensation from her nipples was still creating discomfort. She was able to get dressed, but even after all this time between the shower and dressing, Cheryl's nipples were still extended. Luckily with the bra, they weren't as visible but they were still somewhat noticeable. 

Cheryl went down to the kitchen and prepared a coffee. She went over to the refrigerator and got some milk and poured it in and took a sip. The coffee just didn't taste right. Even though she thought Claude's coffee had made her ill, there was something in the taste that made everything else unsatisfying. So, she left the coffee on the table in case Rob wanted it and got in her car and headed off to school. 

Arriving at the school much earlier this morning, the parking lot was nearly empty, but for some reason, like a bee attracted to honey, Cheryl parked her car down by Claude's office. After getting out of her car, she wondered why, because the walk to the front door was much further from here, but passed off the decision as just habit. "Hmmm..." thought Cheryl, "maybe I should move the car closer to the entrance." But, before she could act on that thought, she heard a voice call out to her. 

"Mrs. Thomson, there you are," heard Cheryl and she turned to see Claude who continued, "I've got myself a batch of fresh warm cream here for you." Cheryl saw his smile widen with his white teeth contrasted greatly against his coal black face. Cheryl hesitated upon seeing the towering frame of Mr. Johnston reaching out a small cup of cream. "Here," Claude continued, "just take a sip so we have the rest of it for your coffee." As Claude saw Cheryl put the cup to her lips, he added, "It might even be better if you take a small mouthful and hold it in your mouth, so you can get a true taste of dairy." 

Cheryl paused putting the glass to her lips to hear Claude's last suggestion. It worried her how she felt the day before, so she was somewhat nervous to try this again, but may be easier today. It was fresh dairy per Claude. Cheryl continued the action of putting the glass to her lips and allowed the rich viscous "cream" fill a portion of her mouth. The "cream" had a consistency of a jam with a swirling thickness in some areas but a salty taste in some parts as well as watery consistency in other parts as she allowed her tongue swish around it in her mouth. 

"That is," started Cheryl, "a strange taste for a cream," she said to Claude. "I've never known a salty taste or such texture in a cream I've ever had before." Cheryl looked at the glass puzzledly and then handed it back to Claude. 

Claude could barely contain his joy as Cheryl willingly completed the next level of the voodoo spell he was casting on her. He was overjoyed she came to school early but it was almost too early as he had just finished masturbating into the cup with the remainder of Cheryl's hair and lipstick he obtained the previous day. He had quickly mixed and ground the fresh cum with her genetic material to create a physical and chemical bond that could be further exploited if she were to hold the mixture in her mouth before swallowing. Luckily, she had done just that. "Well," thought Claude, "in order to be sure... let's give her one more taste," and Claude's grin grew and he hoped Mrs. Thomson wouldn't see the devilish gleam in his eyes. 

"Salty you say???" questioned Claude to Cheryl, "I had worked so hard to improve my livestock's diet to get rid of that salty taste. I was told it was to improve to a smoky taste, before clearing out to normal. Could you try just a little bit more?" Claude laughed, and then continued while giggling, "We farmers here in the south treat our dairy and crops almost like fine wines. Maybe swish it in your mouth like a wine tasting if that might help," he suggested to Cheryl. 

Cheryl smiled nervously, as she remembered how she felt the prior day, but trusted this kindly old man and took a small mouthful of the "cream" into her mouth and began to swish it back and forth in her mouth as if she were sampling a wine. 

Cheryl heard Claude speak in a deep commanding bass voice as she was unknowingly swishing his cum in her mouth, "Pandan w ap kenbe espèm semenn mwen an nan bouch ou, eple kontwòl m sou ou konplè." [translates to: As you hold my semen in your mouth, my spell of control over you is complete]. 

A small trancelike state fell over Cheryl. Her entire identity and being felt in stasis as she looked forward at Claude Johnston. He spoke to Cheryl derisively and overbearing, saying, "Se mwen menm Mèt Voodoo houngans, ou pral soumèt nan lòd mwen." Then, at a snap of Claudie's fingers, he was smiling and asking Cheryl if she noticed the smoky taste in the cream. 

The sound of a snap seemed to bring Cheryl back to reality. The muskiness, smokiness in the flavor of the cream, was what was on her mind. "Why yes Claude," stammered Cheryl, "the muskiness added a special smoky flavor to the cream. The first I have ever tasted." 

Claude laughed as there was no muskiness or smoky flavor at all, it was just his cum. He was happy at Cheryl's progression. 

"Well Mrs. Thomson," said Claude politely, "I hope you have a good day in class," and he started to turn away, but then quickly turned back, "oh my, Mrs. Thomson, where are my manners? Here is your coffee," and he handed Cheryl one of the cups of coffee in his hand. 

"Why thank you Claude," said Cheryl, starting to feel a little more like herself and less in the trance. She looked at the coffee and noticed it was still black. "Could I have some of the cream?" she asked Claude. 

Claude smiles and lifted the cup of cum to her coffee mug and began to pour, "Say when..." he commented. 

For some reason, Cheryl let him pour quite a bit into her coffee before saying, "When," to which Claude smiled and added, "I'm going to have to get to pumping to keep a supply of cream here for you Ms. Thomson." 

Cheryl, assuming Claude meant pumping the cows, didn't think anything of it and turned towards her class to begin walking there. She then dipped her tongue into the top of the coffee and the thick layer of "cream." [i]"What is it about this taste which is sooooo good?" thought Cheryl. 

As Cheryl walked down the hallway towards her classroom door, she felt heat emanating from between her legs. Again, a wave of pleasure began pulsing through her body. This was a strange feeling but not as powerful as the prior day and just as she was about to step into her classroom, she heard a voice call out to her. 

"Mrs. Thomson??? Mrs. Thomson???" 

She looked in the direction from which she heard the voice and saw Mr. White looking at her and nodding when she looked at him as he confirmed he called to her. She turned towards Mr. White and they approached each other and he said, "I'm sorry Mrs. Thomson, I have a favor to ask of you," he stated somewhat apologetically. "Mrs. Long, our school counselor, normally leads group sessions of a confession group, similar to twelve step programs, for the Caucasian female students." 

"Why would a school have such a program?" thought Cheryl, but then she asked, "Mr. White, why is it you are requesting me?" 

Mr. White got quite serious and professional and replied, "First of all, Mrs. Long is almost finished with her doctorate in psychology, which is why she leads the program. I am a doctor of education, but after me, you have the highest level of education with your Master's degree." He paused a moment and then continued, "You see, the anonymity of this program on an agreed upon level helps the student discuss things difficult for them that I do not think they would disclose to me, and because you are new, I don't think they will feel threatened by you." 

Cheryl looked puzzledly at Mr. White and inquired, "But what do they discuss at this, um... meeting?" 

Mr. White shrugged his shoulders in a gesture signally he didn't know and replied, "It is supposed to be anonymous, so the students feel free to speak their minds without judgment. Mrs. Long never disclosed the meeting topics of discussion unless students were a danger to themselves or others, which only happened just after the program started about six years ago." And then he stood and waited for Cheryl to answer. 

"But this is a lot of responsibility Mr. White. Do you think I can handle it?" Cheryl asked nervously. 

Mr. White gave Cheryl a gentle pat on the back and stated, "I'm sure there's no challenge you can't swallow." 

"Excuse me?" stated Cheryl nervously and a bit embarrassedly confused. 

"I'm speaking of the peace pipe ceremony," explained Mr. White, "I was told you were incredible and were able to swallow the whole challenge. I am amazed at your prowess." 

Cheryl thought she detected innuendos in Mr. White's comments, but his facial expression was calm so maybe her mind was playing tricks on her. "Ummm... thank you Mr. White," she replied. "Where is this meeting you want me to chaperone?" asked Cheryl. 

"Oh, yes," responded Mr. White, "it is in the conference room near ol' Claude's office. Here, let's walk over there together now." 

Cheryl walked with Mr. White down the long corridor filled with lockers in some areas mixed with windows in others. They walked for awhile until they approached a double door to which Mr. White said, "The meeting started already, it is in there," and he pointed towards the doors. 

Cheryl heard laughter from inside the room which lightened her heart a bit and then she opened the door. But when the group made up of teenage girls and several adult women saw Cheryl, they instantly hushed up. 

Cheryl, sensing they needed an ice breaker, said, "Oh, please continue, I'm taking over for Mrs. Long." 

Claude Johnston viewed his video cameras of the school and knew Mr. White was to bring Cheryl Thomson to the meeting, so he turned up the audio. Claude handpicked the group for the meeting today to describe items to pique Mrs. Thomson's curiosity, her temptation, and her inner slut. 

To provide background, Claude Johnston's ancestors were voodoo priests and priestesses of the highest order in Haiti. In fact, even though much of the higher magic was lost, Claude travelled on several pilgrimages to Africa, the Far East, Brazil, and the islands of Antigua to gather data and information to recompile much of the lost dark art so he could master it. 

And master it Claude did. Most literature says that the dark arts are a matter of fiction, but Claude knows the magic is real. His magic is real. His magic is powerful. 

The year is 1853, and the two Haitian slaves sat together among a large group of other slaves doing their evening rituals. The male and female were in love, and knew that if they were going to conceive a child, being slaves, that child would also be a slave. In speaking with their voodoo priestess, she offered to incant a spell invoking spirits to protect them and their child. 

The voodoo priestess spoke only partial truths. She wished to invoke a powerful spell channeling Boukman, a voodoo spirit to grant powers to the child. She knew not whether the parents would be safe. And in fact, Boukman's dark spirit channeled the spirits Ayizan, goddess of initiation into sacred truths and head Mambo [voodoo priestess] and Kalfu, the moon god and ruler of the night who is the patron deity of sorcerers, especially those who practice black magic. Both spirits inhabited the bodies to conceive a child. 

The slave holders learned of the ceremony and put most attendees to death, but allowed the woman to give birth to her child before she too was executed. In an attempt to erase the connection with the child's heritage, he was given an American name. Since the child was a slave, they gave him the last name of the slaveholder, Johnston. They finally decided on Claude as a first name. 

Upon seeing the destruction of that babe Claude's mother and father who were the physical forms begotten of Ayizan and Kalfu, Kalfu the dark god implored justice from his twin brother Legba, the sun god and intermediary between the gods and humanity. For one of the few times in history, the dark god Kalfu and his twin, the god of light and justice, Legba agreed to combine powers to embody in a human, and granted them upon the young babe Claude. 

It took Claude until he was eight years old to learn that his true name was Tichef Kalyizan symbolizing his birthright and power. 

Cheryl Thomson entered the room and saw a circle of chairs, facing each other as she approached after introducing herself. There were nine females in the room. She noticed three of them were adults, perhaps a few years younger or maybe older than herself. Of the females, two were black, both student age, and the other seven were white. One of the other things that Cheryl noticed was that five of the nine females appeared to be pregnant. Three of the five "pregnant" females were visibly showing and the other two had what appeared to be "baby bulges". 

The younger of the African American girls appeared to be quite young, but she spoke as Cheryl entered, "Oh, so now we got some new white missus to be the boss over us," and she glared at Cheryl. 

Cheryl was a bit taken aback, but understood that she was new, so she would have to take it slow, and she answered, "I'm Mrs. Thomson. I'm not anyone's boss, but here as a counselor should anyone need it during our discussion today," and she hoped that would suffice to gain everyone's trust. "Now," she continued, "could everyone introduce themselves? I'm sorry that I'm a little late, as Mr. White just told me about this responsibility." 

The girl that spoke previously was the first to speak up again, "I'm Jamaya Jones, and this is bullshit! It used to be seven white trash ladies and three sisters, and now Mr. White(y) is throwing in another whitey to keep putting us down," she ranted. 

"I'm sorry you feel that way Jamaya," answered Cheryl, "and what grade are you in?" 

"Fucking ninth," mumbled Jamaya disgustedly. 

Cheryl guided the rest of the females in the room to introduce themselves, but her thoughts remained on Jamaya, so she only half-heard the other introductions. "How can I reach this young woman?"thought Cheryl, "At least she doesn't look pregnant, although I can't assume anything as she might already have a child." 

After all the introductions had completed, Cheryl spoke softly, "I'm just here to observe and be an administrative presence. I am not here to interrupt or tattle on anyone, so please continue whatever you were discussing." 

The girl named Jennifer, an innocent looking white girl with blonde hair and blue eyes, sighed and spoke panickedly, "I don't know what I'm going to do. I'm three weeks late, and if my parents find out, they will kill me. They have their heart set on me marrying Jason." 

Cheryl assumed late was late with her period and from what she could guess, the potential baby wasn't Jason's. 

The other African American girl, Lateesha, laughed, "Jason's nickname is toothdick because his dick is the size of a toothpick. Everyone knows that. " 

Cheryl wasn't sure about the rules, or whether crosstalk or other feedback was appropriate, but figured she would learn as time progressed. The fact that everyone laughed, except Jennifer, gave her some comfort that the discussion was within the "rules." 

Lateesha looked at Cheryl, and commented, "Mrs. Thomson, just so you get an idea of this group, it is a pregnancy support group for the students. And, before you get it into your head, neither Jamaya or me are pregnant, the seven white women here are. The adults are pregnant from men not their husbands and the students aged are just pregnant." 

Cheryl looked at Lateesha and answered, "Thank you Lateesha. That is so great of you to offer support and wisdom. This is really a great group." 

Lateesha laughed again, this time at Cheryl, and grunted, "Support? Not exactly." Then she looked at Jennifer, and gave a circular glance which was a half-glare at the rest of the girls and women in the room, and spoke harshly, "How and the fuck did you goddamn sluts get pregnant? I told you, the customers HAVE to wear condoms, and that you should first blow them to get their first, most powerful load out of the way, to prevent condom breakage." 

Cheryl was shocked. "Did Mr. White know about this? Was Mrs. Long aware of this? Did her ears deceive her? Did Lateesha just imply that she was running a prostitution ring from the school?" Cheryl's eyes grew larger and she nearly choked on her coffee but managed to maintain her silence. 

"Jennifer," commanded Lateesha, "explain yourself." 

Jennifer stood up, blushing and shy, and first looked at Lateesha and said, "I'm sorry Lateesha. Mr. Lucas swore he had gotten a vasectomy. I tried giving him head, but his black cock was just so thick. I tried licking his balls, and I could tell I should make him cum because they were huge. His cock was almost as thick as my wrist if not more so. I licked around the tip, trying to get him to cum, but finally he told me we just had to fuck." [/i]

[hirarandi]

Cheryl's eyes were about to pop, listening to this innocent and wholesome looking, blonde student describe a prostitution encounter as if it were second nature. 


"Did you make him wear a condom?" Lateesha asked sneeringly. 

Jennifer stammered a bit, "We started with a condom on. He said it was choking his big thick black cock and that it was cutting off circulation as they don't make condoms big enough for him. He said he wouldn't be able to cum, and therefore I wouldn't get paid, unless he took the condom off. He promised he would pull out." 

"YOU BELIEVED THAT BULLSHIT????" yelled Lateesha, "Goddamn, I feel like a failure letting you go to Mr. Lucas to begin with," pretending to empathize with Jennifer. The truth was, that now both Mr. Lucas and Jennifer would be added income streams to the ring with an additional child. It was all going according to plan. 

Lateesha turned to what appeared to be a forty-something woman, very well preserved with a stunning body, but some wrinkles around the eyes. She had quite the hourglass figure with a narrow waist, nice breasts and a round bottom and hips. "Now Mrs. White," started Lateesha, "what happened with you?" 

Cheryl put her coffee down before she spilled it and hurt herself. "Mrs. White?" she thought, "Is that the principal's wife?" 

"Lateesha," started Mrs. White, "I followed the protocol for the most part. I did blow Tyrell, twice to be exact." 

"The most part?" asked Lateesha again in a scolding and commanding voice. 

Mrs. White looked down defeatedly, "He told me to let him start without the condom to help him get hard, as he had just had two orgasms." 

"Tyrell is a goddamn teenager Mrs. White!!" screamed Lateesha again, "Do you really think it takes more than just your luscious white tits and big white round ass to get him hard????" 

"It's my fault," sobbed Mrs. White, "he told me he was going to cum and asked me if I wanted him to pull out. I was almost at my orgasm!! His big thick black cock felt sooooo good. If you can believe this, his cock got thicker and harder before he came, and his cock spurted so many times and I just seemed to cum more and more with each spurt that was filling me!! Please forgive me!" 

Lateesha didn't scream this time, but merely asked, "Does Mr. White know? Are there going to be any issues with us here at the school since, well, you know, his position and all?" 

Mrs. White gathered herself and sat up more straightly and answered, "Yes," she started meekly, "he is aware. We knew the risks when this started, and well, I had to complete this, you know." 

"So it WAS Mr. White the principal's wife!! Oh my GOD!!" thought Cheryl, "This is just too strange!!" 

Cheryl sat in the room in a daze as one story after another story of thick black cocks, orgasms, pregnancies, and loads and loads of cum was told. She couldn't help but think how lacking her own sex life had been but was totally shocked at the openness and detail which was shared. I guess this is why Mr. White wanted a professional here, to keep oversight with the professional knowledge of confidentiality. 

The last person shared and the women and girls filed out quickly. Lateesha and Jamaya motioned for Cheryl to wait after the meeting, which she did. They awaited the other women to all leave before Lateesha took Jamaya aside for a moment, while Cheryl waited, they gave each other a hug, and Jamaya left. Lateesha looked at Cheryl and said quickly, "I just have to grab something from the closet, I will be back in a moment." 

Suddenly, the lights went out in the room, but only for a moment. Soon after, there were spotlights shining directly on Cheryl and she could feel the heat and intensity of the bulbs shining down on her chair in the center of the room. Just then, a glittering disco ball spun from the ceiling sending flashes of glittering light around the room and music started playing... 

Ooh 

You can dance 

You can jive 

Having the time of your life 

Ooh, see that girl 

Watch that scene 

Dig in the dancing queen 

Suddenly, all the new side lights, as well as the music, that was just on turned off and the regular overhead lights turned on. Lateesha walked back inside and said, "I'm sorry Mrs. Thomson, this is the backup rehearsal school stage and for some reason, the timer must have started the music." 

Meanwhile, in Claude Johnston's office, he was viewing the film. "With the disco lighting and the blue lights that were shining during the main light turn off, and the infrared blue screen behind Mrs. Thomson, we can have some fun now." Claude Johnston put on magnifying glasses and went to work on dubbing and editing the film that was just shot. 

Lateesha looked pleadingly at Cheryl, "Please Mrs. Thomson," she begged, "can you consider this?" 

Cheryl didn't know whether to be disgusted, shocked, embarrassed, or ashamed. Lateesha had just asked her to work for her. "Have I made the right decision moving to Potoxy, Georgia?" 

"Let me get this straight," started Cheryl, "you want me to be a prostitute for you?" she inquired in a skeptical, doubting, and almost disgusted voice. 

Lateesha knew how to play this. Cheryl's ego was getting in the way. It was time to change tactics. 

"Mrs. Thomson," began Lateesha, "you are too important to our community for me ever to have you degrade yourself in any way." 

Cheryl already began to feel at ease with these kind words coming from Lateesha's mouth. 

"The program is not designed to be sexual in any way," explained Lateesha further, "but the program was designed to create interactions between black males and white females who might, in other circumstances, ever have any contact with one another." Lateesha tried to think of a soft fluffy suburban or normal city program and quickly added, "Think of it like Big Brother or Big Sister programs to help the less advantaged people. To help them make better life choices. I'm sorry you saw me so angry today because the program is not designed for sex." 

While Cheryl liked what she was hearing, the descriptions and stories she heard in the meeting were totally different. She looked doubtfully at Lateesha and asked, "Why was it then, that all the ladies in the program were pregnant?" 

Lateesha quickly answered, "Mrs. Thomson, we have hundreds of ladies in this program. What you saw today were those who, shall we say, 'messed up'. Please don't think the whole program is such filth." 

Those words helped Cheryl's idea of the program, but she still had doubts. "What would I do?" she asked. 

"Well," explained Lateesha, "you would be an escort, so to speak, but only on the terms that you set up. There is never expectation of sex and I could set your profile up as green, meaning you are happily married with children and off limits for anything extracurricular. Of course, green is also the lowest income stream, at first, but can be potentially very lucrative." 

An omission Lateesha did not mention to Cheryl included the fact that most black men within 200 miles of Potoxy would travel to make their attempts to defile a profile rated green. So, while it wasn't lucrative for Cheryl, it was quite lucrative for Lateesha and Claude Johnston. 

"I'm not sure Lateesha," explained Cheryl. 

Just then, Lateesha's phone rang, she stepped away, but Cheryl could hear Lateesha's end of the conversation... "Hello," ... "Yes, she's here," ... "The ceremonial pipe? No, not here, but I have something that might substitute," ... "Yes, it does," ... "I agree, let me ask her," 

"Mrs. Thomson," began Lateesha, "the ceremony that you practiced the other day with the boys, would you be open to work on that? The administration is very happy you might be our savior to ensure that program happens." 

Cheryl had almost tried to sneak and rush out the door when she heard about the ceremonial pipe. She was still feeling some of the aftereffects, she thought, regarding that practice. 

"Ummmmm..." stammered Cheryl, "are the boys coming?" 

"Oh no," laughed Lateesha, "you and I will just practice this." 

"The pipe?" asked Cheryl nervously, worried about the long thick pipe in her mouth and throat. 

"A pipe," explained Lateesha, "but nowhere near as large as the actual ceremonial pipe," she said comfortingly. 

Cheryl agreed begrudgingly. She followed the instructions to sit in her chair and pull it up to the curtains at the middle where the curtains met. She was told to reach behind her and grip the back of the chair while leaning forward into the curtain opening. 

Just then, the black pipe with the mushroom head extended from the curtain opening. Cheryl heard Lateesha's voice say, "I have the pipe strapped to me Mrs. Thomson, is it ok to practice the next level of the ceremony?" 

"But," stammered Cheryl, "I don't have the script, nor a background..." 

Lateesha wore the current 8-inch long and 3-inch diameter pipe on a belt which positioned it like a strap-on dildo with which to fuck Cheryl's mouth. Lateesha ran her fingers through Cheryl's hair as she approached her and let her hands go to the back of Cheryl's head and began to pull her head forward to the pipe. 

Cheryl, feeling Lateesha pulling her head toward the pipe, allowed her head and face to be guided to the mushroom shaped end of the pipe. As her lips and tongue touched the pipe, she noticed a thin layer of what seemed like the coffee cream coating the pipe. A sense of calm came over her. 

Cheryl noticed the spotlights all came on. Lateesha whispered, "Close your eyes, feel the moment," and Cheryl closed her eyes, relaxed, and while consciously she knew her mouth would never stretch around something so large and thick, she felt the pipe consistently sliding out of her mouth just a fraction of an inch, and then sliding back in a bit further than it was in previously. 

Cheryl didn't know how long this had been going. Her head hurt, her jaw hurt, her throat felt full. The movements had changed. No longer was the pipe being slightly pulled out and edged just a bit further in. Now the pipe was being pumped in and out of Cheryl's mouth almost to completion on every stroke. 

Lateesha turned on the spray hose connected on one end to a vat of cum and the other side connected to the back of the pipe. Lateesha asked, "Are you ready?" 

Cheryl began to answer, "Ready for...," *ack* *cough* *sputter* gagged Cheryl as the cum shot into her mouth. It caught her by surprise and she coughed, hacked, and also swallowed as hard as she could to keep up with the flow. 

Lateesha waited a moment before turning off the flow and then she looked at Cheryl, still coughing. Cheryl looked up dazedly and defeatedly, cum dripping from her chin, dripping out her nostrils as the surprise shot into the back of her throat ended up coming out her nose, as well as all over the front of her clothing. 

Lateesha quickly apologized, "I'm so sorry Mrs. Thomson," she explained, "I didn't know how fast the flow would go," she lied. 

The aftereffects of the cum were not as powerful this time, but still had an effect on Cheryl. She was staring off into space as Lateesha spoke to her. In fact, she looked up at Lateesha, who had apparently been speaking on the phone for a few minutes, and then said, "Let me ask her," and she turned to Cheryl and explained, "I have an emergency. I had a cancellation of an escort tonight. It is for an eighteen-year-old boy. Totally innocent." 

Cheryl immediately thought, "No way," then she thought, "I can't," after which she thought, "what harm would it do?" after which she thought, "I need to call Rob and see what he is doing." 

Cheryl picked up her phone, and saw there was a voicemail message. "Hi honey, it is me Rob. One of my top investors wants me to go to Alabama to research a new project. She's flying me over on her private jet. I should be back tomorrow or the next day. Don't wait up for me." 

"Already Rob is a workaholic and never around in our new home. This is so frustrating," thought Cheryl, "I know, I will be an innocent escort tonight. No hanky-panky, but at least I will get out of the house." 

"What would I have to do Lateesha?" asked Cheryl. 

Lateesha was pleasantly surprised at how quickly things had turned for the better. She figured Claude flying Cheryl's husband Rob out of town for a few days might help things along, and she was right. 

"Just be yourself," answered Lateesha, "oh, and one more thing, this is sensitive and may be more than you've bargained for," Lateesha figured she may as well go for the gusto since Rob was out of town and Cheryl was stoned on Claude Johnston's cum, alone, and lonely. 

"I'm n-ooooo—t gooooo—ing to hhh-aave ssssss-ex," stuttered Cheryl, completely out of her wits. 

"Of course not," reassured Lateesha, "but he is a virgin and may want to masturbate in front of you. You are a very sexy woman, but I told him that was the limit of anything you would do and he agreed." 

Cheryl thought about her teenage days with Rob when they were in school together. He would take out his penis on their dates and at first, she wouldn't do anything with it, but then she would rub it until he came. She remembered how her fingers wrapped all the way around it and when she stroked it, her hand covered the entire shaft. She tried to think of his size now, and figured, maybe three, maybe four or possibly five inches at most. 

Cheryl hesitated for a short while, but then she looked at Lateesha and said, "I-I-I h-h-ave not-t-thing better to do. Do I at least g-g-get d-d-dinner?" 

Lateesha knew she had hit the jackpot. "You will most definitely be fed, yes Mrs. Thomson," said a smiling Lateesha. Lateesha then pulled Cheryl aside and guided her to the costume wardrobe. She started handing her items to try on, as Cheryl's clothes were stained. Cheryl looked at the clothing being handed to her, even in her dazed state, she knew the stitched clothing was not for her busty build so she went for stretchy fabric. Unfortunately for Cheryl, all of the stretch fabric was two to three sizes too small, which stretched even more and gave more prominence to her tits and ass. Cheryl looked further for a bit of a long loose skirt to pull some of the attention from the stretchy fabric on her ass, but the swell of her hips and chest still looked incredibly sexy. 

Lateesha's phone rang, and Cheryl heard Lateesha say, "We're on our way out now." 

Cheryl felt like a giddy school-girl about to go on her first dress up date. It must be the effect of the stage clothing as well as the "cream" she had earlier. Cheryl was very excited to meet the suitor for the "date" knowing that it was going to be strictly platonic based on her discussions with Lateesha. 

As they exited the stage room near Claude Johnston's office, the only person in the vicinity was a youngish-looking African-American, only about 5'2 inches tall, with a disgustingly fat body shape almost like Jabba the Hut. She looked at Lateesha, who only sighed, and reminded Cheryl it was just a quick platonic date. 

The eighteen-year old boy walked towards Cheryl and reached out his pudgy little hand and said, "Hello, my name is Samuel Thompson." 

Cheryl laughed at the similarity of names, as well as the politeness of this young man, and said, "Why hello my gentleman, I'm Cheryl Thomson, without the 'p' in the name." 

Samuel put out his elbow as if to guide Cheryl and she looped her arm into it and they headed towards a limousine parked in the school parking lot. Cheryl looked at Samuel surprisingly and grinned, "A limousine? Wow! Very impressive Mr. Thompson," she said, accentuating the 'p' in Thompson, and while she was thus far disgusted with the looks of Samuel Thompson, he was being polite and had gone to a lot of effort for their platonic date tonight. 

Samuel opened the door for Cheryl and followed her into the large back seating area of the limo. There was a bar, a small television, a camera to video tape and the window controls. The driver turned and asked, "Where to?" to which Samuel answered, "The Ritz restaurant in Atlanta." 

Cheryl was again impressed, The Ritz-Carton was an extremely expensive and exclusive hotel and restaurant. The Samuel was going to a lot of effort to impress. She also knew that Atlanta was about a two-hour drive at least, and with traffic could be more. 

Samuel spoke, "You may wonder why I am spending so much. Well, I have little time left. The doctors give me, well, maybe a year, maybe less. I have a pituitary gland issue which causes my deformed body shape and well, I was just hoping to spend my eighteenth birthday with a gorgeous woman, and man, Mrs. Cheryl, are you gorgeous!!" 

Cheryl was embarrassed, and confused, and ashamed. She had judged this young man based on appearance, and here he was with a terminal illness. "How could I have been so cold and callous? And to think, I almost cancelled when I saw him in Potoxy also. I'm such a terrible person." 

Samuel looked at Cheryl's eyes, seeing her inner turmoil and shame for her prejudging of his appearance. He had to work hard not to smile. "This terminal illness trick gets them every time" thought Samuel. He knew he could now proceed to step two, as the drive to Atlanta was a long one. "Ummm... Ms. Cheryl?" said Samuel inquiringly, "could I ask you a favor?" he asked almost ashamedly and apologetically. 

Cheryl thought she should correct Samuel to Mrs., but decided against it. She almost expected what he was going to ask based on Lateesha's conversation with her, and she decided to move forward by replying, "Yes, Samuel, what would you like to ask?" 

"Miss Cheryl," started Samuel, "I am now eighteen years old, and I may die soon, and I have never had an orgasm (he quickly thought, 'in the last 24 hours', to maintain honesty.) I am hoping, or rather, I am praying, that you can help me." 

Cheryl looked stunned and saddened at Samuel, asking, "What do you mean? Have you never masturbated? Never fooled around with anyone?" She was also a bit confused as he started with Missus, and the went to Ms. and now is saying Miss. 

Samuel began to form tears at his eyes (a trick he had learned), and he explained (in an exaggerated story), "These short stubby arms cannot reach my cock properly, and these fingers also cannot do a proper massage to bring me to orgasm. And, look at me, no one would do it actually, until now, when I'm eighteen and can pay for it." 

"Samuel," began Cheryl, "I'm married. I was told this was to be just a platonic date, and that you might want to masturbate for me, but not that I would do anything sexual. I'm sorry," she trailed off sadly, thinking "Damn you Lateesha, how could you put me in this situation? This young man has a dying wish, and I feel terrible not being able to help him." 

Samuel sighed sadly, and just sat there looking out the window for awhile. He knew he had to play this slow enough that it didn't seem staged. After about ten minutes of silence, Samuel asked, timidly, "Miss Cheryl, would you be able to help me get my pants open and take my pee-pee out?" He also used the term pee-pee instead of cock this time, because she would now be expecting a tiny child penis like his small size rather than the twelve inches of thick cock he possessed. He felt blessed that his cock was almost one-fourth of his body size. 

Cheryl could not deny this young man in need. She crawled over to his lap, and reached to his large belly, and began undoing the snap at the front of his pants, and lowering his zipper. She could see he didn't have on any underwear and felt his pubic hair as she continued with the zipper and asked him to lift his hips so she could slide his pants downward. 

[hirarandi]

Samuel was overjoyed his story of a premature death was working yet again. He scanned the car to make sure everything was in place. The red light on the camera meant the camera was recording. The green light on the digital deck meant he had hours of recording time left to make. Now, it is time to enjoy. 


Just after the pants slid down Samuel's hips, his cock snapped to attention and brushed against Cheryl's lips and chin with its massive length and thickness. Cheryl remembered she had thought about Rob's penis earlier, and when Samuel described his pee-pee, she pictured something more like Rob, but this was shocking. 

"I'm so sorry my Cheryl, I didn't mean to strike you in the face with my pee-pee. I've never felt anything so nice on my pee-pee as when it brushed against your lips," suggested Samuel innocently. 

Cheryl hesitated, "I can't," she thought, "it is wrong," she told herself in her mind, "a dying wish?"she finally thought and looked at the thick shaft inches away from her mouth and face. "I don't even think this is possible, but..." and she began lowering her lips to the head of Samuel's cock. 

Samuel felt Cheryl's lips wrap around his thick cockhead and he knew the next step was complete. Now, it was time to go further. "Cheryl," explained Samuel, "since this may be my one and only time, could we try things?" 

Cheryl, uncertain of where this was going, stated nervously, "What do you mean Samuel?" 

"Your boobies Miss Cheryl," trying to sound innocent again, Samuel explained, "could I see and play with your boobies Miss Cheryl, they are soooo beautiful!!" Samuel was also trying to undress this gorgeous woman step by step. 

Cheryl thought to herself, "Well, showing off my breasts is less sexual than putting my mouth on his penis, so I may as well do it," and she answered, "Ok, Samuel, let's make this a special night for you," and she lifted the shirt she had on over her head and undid her bra to allow her breasts to fall free. 

Cheryl didn't panic as Samuel rushed forward, cupping Cheryl's breasts and pushing Cheryl to her back as he crawled up to place his thick cock between her breasts. Cheryl was a little surprised at the quickness of the move as well as the sexual knowledge of this young man. "Can you squeeze your breasts around my thick cock Cheryl?" he asked and instinctively, Cheryl cupped her large breasts and squeezed them around the thick cock sliding back and forth between them. 

"At least he's feeling good," thought Cheryl, when suddenly she felt both of Samuel's hands surround her nipples and she felt his thumb and index finger massaging them until they started to rise, and a wetness flowed from her pussy as well. Next, a jolt of energy shot through her body as Samuel pinched and twisted the nipples and lifted the breasts straight upwards by the nipples as she pressed her massive tits around Samuel's cock. "Oh my... mmmph," stammered Cheryl as just when her mouth opened, Samuel shoved his cock upward and forward until it not only was being wrapped between her breasts but the head of his cock was being sucked, or rather, fucked into Cheryl's mouth, as well. 

Working to further excite Cheryl, Samuel reached back and put one of his hands back between Cheryl's legs to rub her pussy under her skirt while the other hand lifted her head so he could fuck her mouth. Cheryl almost jumped out of her skin as Samuel's hands instantly found her clit which was extended from the excitement of everything happening thus far tonight. "What are these feelings coming over me?" thought Cheryl as Samuel's fingers tickled her clit all while he yanked her head forward to have her lips rubbing against the head of Samuel's thick cock. All the while, Cheryl still held her breasts together as Samuels massive shaft slid between them. 

Suddenly Samuel stopped. He looked sadly at Cheryl, and said, "Cheryl, I think I love you," with eyes of adoration mixed with lust. 

Cheryl's feelings of passion were no less at that moment as she was approaching a sexual peak she had never yet experienced in her life, but she was sure she couldn't utter the 'love' word, "That is so sweet Samuel, but I told you, I'm married, this is just... ungh, ungh..." and Samuel found an extremely sensitive spot on Cheryl's clit that started taking her to the next level. 

Samuel looked down between Cheryl's legs, still covered by the skirt, and began removing the skirt from her body, while asking, "Can I?" as he licked his lips. 

Cheryl felt the loss of sensation as Samuel stopped twitching his fingers on her clit, and she was trying to regain control of the situation, so she tried to reach down and pull her skirt back up, while asking Samuel to stop, but just then, Samuel dove his face between Cheryl's legs and his tongue, also disproportionately long and thick for his small stature, disappeared into Cheryl's pussy. 

"Oh... my... god..." stammered Cheryl as the sensation of Samuel's tongue was like nothing she had ever experienced. Instead of pushing Samuel's head away, she held it firmly between her legs as wave after wave of pleasure descended down upon her. 

Samuel reached down and positioned Cheryl on her knees in front of him as he knelt behind her and continued stabbing his thick tongue deep into her body, rotating it in ways to bring intense pleasure to Cheryl. Cheryl felt a deep wave of intense pleasure building, it centered in her lower spine, surrounded her hips, racked her nipples with sensations, and was building, building, until... 

Suddenly, Samuel backed away from Cheryl. Groaning, she arched her hips backward, chasing his tongue as it pulled away. "Oh god Samuel, don't stop, please..." she groaned, but then she felt his hands on her hips pulling her kneeling form backwards and she felt an extremely large bulbous shaft pressing against the entrance to her pussy. "Oh no, Samuel, please we can't..., OH... MY... GOD..." as just a few inches entered Cheryl's dripping wet pussy. 

"Cheryl, please, it may be my one and only chance to do this, to fuck a gorgeous woman," asked Samuel in a questioning tone. 

Cheryl, knowing it was wrong, but unable to stop the sensations in her body reacting to everything new sexually to her, answered, "Just this once..., OH... GOD!!" she exclaimed as upon hearing Cheryl accept him fucking her, Samuel thrust all of his thick bulbous cock deep inside her and began thrusting in and out of her near virgin tight pussy (for Samuel) like a piledriver. 

Cheryl felt so ashamed on one hand, but at the same time, she had never experienced such pleasure. The slapping of Samuel's belly into her ass created a rhythmic, almost musical staccato of a steady beat that added to the sensation of the thickness and length being shoved in and out of her body and drove Cheryl nearly insane with pleasure. Explosions of pleasure rocketed through Cheryl's body as thrust after thrust of Samuel's thick cock ravaged her tiny pussy and sent Cheryl into multiple realms of orgasmic pleasure the likes of which she had never dreamed. 

As much as he wanted to use Cheryl's pussy as a cum dump, he knew she was still of limits for his use, so he pulled his thick cock from Cheryl's pussy. He watched amazedly as her pussy gripped his cockhead expanding backward from her body until finally his cock popped out and her pussy snapped back into place. She backed her hips trying to recapture Samuel's cock the way she chased after his tongue, all while still shuddering after the orgasms which racked through her body. 

Cheryl next felt her head being yanked back roughly by her hair and she twisted her body to keep Samuel from breaking her neck and suddenly she was facing his thick cock again. "Suck you whore!!" was a thundering command coming from Samuel and she felt his cockhead pressing into her mouth again. Cheryl thought to herself, "But I'm not a whore. I'm a married woman and mother of two, and a teacher with a Master's Degree in Education." 

But the reality was that this married, educated, professional woman was on her knees in front of a near stranger that she normally would never have given a second glance, and he was feeding her his cock, having just pulled it from fucking her sopping wet pussy. Cheryl heard Samuel groan, "I'm going to cum," and she felt his already monstrously sized cock grow even thicker and longer in her mouth, stretching out her jaw, and she felt jet after jet of his cum spurting out of his cock and filling her mouth and throat. After the moment of joy subsided, Samuel spoke. 

"Oh my god," exclaimed Samuel, "you are the best whore Lateesha has ever set me up with!" he exclaimed excitedly. 

Samuel's words sunk into Cheryl's brain, and she stuttered, "But," she stammered, "I said, I'm not a whore. What about your sickness? What about his being your first time? What about everything you said?" 

Samuel, in his grotesque fat shape laughed at Cheryl, and replied, "You seemed like you were having some guilt about what needed to be done on this trip. I figured a little role-playing would help things along a bit." Samuel gripped Cheryl's head firmly and placed his cock, which was still dripping some cum, at Cheryl's lips, "Clean up my cock you fucking whore!" commanded Samuel, now glad he could treat Cheryl as the slut he wanted to treat her. 

The realization of what had just happened to Cheryl began crashing down over her. She was in a limousine with a near stranger. He played on her good nature to get her to have guilt about him. While he was shorter than her, he definitely had strength that she felt from his grip on her head, and she knew he probably outweighed her by a good forty or fifty pounds. Tears began streaming down Cheryl's cheeks and she began sobbing as she felt Samuel's firm grip on her head, guiding her towards his dripping cock. She feared he might hurt her if she refused. He clearly had strength he could probably break her neck. 

Cheryl untensed her body and allowed Samuel to guide her head to his cock and she began licking up the cum pooling on his leg where his cock lay on the leg and she traced the line of cum up to his cockhead. 

"See?" commented Samuel while smiling, "I knew you could be a good whore with a little incentive." 

Cheryl, licking up the pools of cum and still swallowing portions of the load Samuel just shot into her mouth, began to think about the slightly salty taste and texture of Samuel's cum. She also kept hearing Samuel referring to her as a whore. She hated Samuel, but then she thought about it, was it Samuel or did she really hate herself for falling for this? Or Lateesha for setting her up? 

On top of that, to Cheryl's dismay, there was a part of her brain and body that was craving cum. She made the connection to Claude Johnston and his "cream" but it didn't matter anymore, as angry as she was, her need to feel the taste and texture of cum overpowered those feelings. 

Samuel moved to the middle of the seat and motioned for Cheryl to kneel between his legs, facing him in the back of the limo. Cheryl, now feeling utterly defeated, complied. Samuel reached down between his legs and pulled his cock up towards his belly so that his balls extended forward disgustingly beneath his pudgy belly and between his short stubby thighs. 

"The evening is not over yet," explained Samuel, and he pointed down between his legs and said, "now whore, lick my balls," to Cheryl's dismay. She hesitated and, with a quickness and force which she had not expected, Samuel slapped Cheryl, stunning and confusing her. "Did I stutter, whore?" 

Cheryl moved forward now, her mind no longer clouded by lust, and she realized her situation. Samuel's ball sack was filthy and she cringed each time her tongue ran along his scrotum, but she didn't know of any other option. "There you go whore," said Samuel gently, "take my left nut into your mouth and just hold it there softly, and run your tongue along it." Upon hearing that, Cheryl wanted to scream, and even hurt Samuel, but instead, she stretched open her mouth, and allowed Samuel's scrotum and left testicle to sit in her mouth as she unconsciously ran her tongue along it. After what seemed like an eternity, even though it had probably only been minutes, Samuel stated gently again, "Now, whore, the other nut, whore," repeating the word "whore" to firmly plant the concept in Cheryl's head. 

Cheryl did not hesitate this time, and moved her head forward quickly to take Samuel's other testicle into her mouth. Again, it was absolutely disgusting and dirty and she could taste the sweat and dirt on him, but she accepted her role and rolled his nut in her mouth and massaged the area to try and give Samuel pleasure. "Now you're getting it whore," said Samuel calmly, "now get out." 

Cheryl noticed the limo was not moving but didn't have any idea of how long they had been stopped. She looked out the window and saw they were parked in front of her house. "Oh my god!" thought Cheryl, "I was licking the scrotum and testicles of a man I had never met until tonight just outside of my house!!" Cheryl was cringing in shame as she reached her hand towards the door. 

"I almost forgot," said Samuel as Cheryl began crawling out the door and she looked back at him and he had two $20 bills that he pushed into her hand. "I deducted from the normal fee because I had to do so much work. Next time maybe you'll get the full fee," and he pushed her out the door with his foot and closed the door quickly. 

Cheryl stood in her driveway, looking at the $20 bills in her hand. A sad and terrifying thought overpowered her, "I have just sucked and fucked a stranger for money," and tears streamed down her face as she began sobbing hysterically, "I really am a whore!" Cheryl then quickly scanned the driveway, thankful Rob has been working late and his car was not in the driveway and she rushed inside to her bathroom and stripped down and began scrubbing Samuel's cum off of her body and trying to rinse the taste from her mouth. 

After a long time of scrubbing and trying to rinse out her mouth, Cheryl headed to bed, no more tears in her head to cry but she still felt terrible and guilty. Her phone beeped from a new message arriving. She thought it might be Rob, and she looked, "Hi Cheryl, it's Lateesha. Save this number! You only got a two-star rating out of five-stars for tonight. I'm very disappointed." 

Although Cheryl thought she had no tears left to cry, they began streaming down her face and she cried herself to sleep.

[hirarandi]

Cheryl Thomson heard the buzz of her alarm clock at 6:00 am. She rolled gently over to click the button to turn it off. Her body ached all over from the brutal fucking she had received in her mouth and throat, as well as her pussy. After turning off the alarm, she lay in bed, gathering her thoughts and feelings about the events that had occurred, as well as taking an inventory of her body to see if there was any real damage. Cheryl thought the only somewhat "positive" event of the night is that the terrible boy had pulled out of her pussy in order to have his orgasm so she didn't think she was pregnant. 


She looked to the other side of the bed and could see that it had not been slept in, so Rob never made it back from his trip. While having him there to have a shoulder to cry on would have been nice, she would have to lie about why she was crying on his shoulder, so it was probably best he had not returned. She looked over at her phone and saw there was a message. 

<BEEP> Hi honey, I hope everything is alright. I've been really busy on this trip and it seems they love me out here so I am gained new clients left and right. I may be here a few more days. Hopefully we... <BEEP><End of Message> 

"Hmmm... hopefully we? What was he going to say?"thought Cheryl, and then she struggled out of bed weakly and shuffled over to the shower as her body felt as if she had been in a prize fight and lost badly. She turned on the water and stepped in to try and wake up and refresh herself. Cheryl knew she wasn't dirty now as she spent almost an hour last night scrubbing her body inside and out to try and get rid of the filth from the brutal fucking she's received. 

Stepping out of the shower after she was finished, Cheryl did feel a little bit better. She didn't know how much better she could feel. She didn't even know how much cum she had ingested over the past few days. Between the coffees, the "pipes" for the ceremony, and now, the sex she had the night before. First of all, she couldn't believe the size of that boy's penis at eighteen-years-old. Besides the fact that he was such a short boy in height, his penis was immense. 

Cheryl got dressed, confused about how she would handle the work day at school today. "Did she really want to continue teaching at this school?" thought Cheryl. "But she had pressured Rob to leave the big city and leave everything to come with her, and he seems so happy," debating with herself in her mind about her upcoming day as she now was driving to school. She drove to school early to try and get a parking spot as far away from Claude Johnston's area as she could, but, to her dismay, the parking lot was full except for a spot next to a BMW 7-series sedan in front of his office. Cheryl was a bit surprised to see a car costing more than $100,000 in what she thought was Claude's parking spot. 

Cheryl did not know how she would confront Claude regarding her new suspicions about the "cream" in her coffee, but knew she had to meet this head on based on her training and education. If only she didn't feel as if this was somehow her fault. Maybe she should just try to avoid Claude today, and not accept any coffee. 

Cheryl stepped out of her car and cringed a bit when she heard Claude's voice call out to her, "Good morning Mrs. Thomson! I hope you had a pleasant evening last night." Cheryl turned in the direction of the voice and winced seeing Claude Thompson approaching her, again holding two cups of coffee. Even though she was a teacher and was higher on the position rung than a janitor, she felt nervous and helpless around Claude. 

"Thank you Claude. I didn't sleep so well," said Cheryl curtly and she turned quickly towards the school door. 

"That's fine, Mrs. Thomson, I will keep it warm for you for later," answered Claude smoothly and calmly back into his office. 

"I did it!" thought Cheryl, "I refused the coffee mixed with his cum! I took the first step to fixing this whole mess!" Cheryl walked proudly to the front door of Sherman High School and reached her hand for the handle when another familiar voice rang out to her, "Mrs. Thomson, Mrs. Thomson???" to which Cheryl turned and saw Jamaya walking quickly towards her. Cheryl wanted to run and hide, but knew she couldn't and wondered why she feared this small thin black girl. It must be her eyes that were so fierce the last time Cheryl saw her. To Cheryl's amazement, Jamaya had a sweet smile on her face and a bright look in her eyes which calmed Cheryl a lot. 

"Could I ask you a question Mrs. Thomson?" asked Jamaya quite innocently, "In private?" 

Cheryl didn't feel comfortable going to a private setting with Jamaya, especially after everything that occurred the prior night, so she politely responded, trying to maintain professionalism, "Jamaya, anything that needs to be said to me can be said in the open. Let's discuss this here." 

Jamaya's face instantly got a little more stern and much more threatening which shocked Cheryl, but not as much as when she responded, "Are you sure we want to discuss your whoring ways in the middle of the school entrance where anyone can hear?"  

Cheryl's confident demeanor was instantly replaced by a pale, ashamed, fearful face and she nodded to Jamaya who led her to a more secluded spot behind the school. Jamaya walked strongly and dominantly ahead while Cheryl walked fearfully behind her, a few steps back, unsure of what was going to happen. 

Finally, Jamaya stopped and quickly turned and rushed Cheryl and punched her firmly in the solar plexus, causing Cheryl to both double over and gasp for air. She then slapped the doubled over woman from the left side of the face followed by the right side of the face and demanded firmly while still holding a hand up ready to strike again, "BITCH! Where's my money???" 

Cheryl, doubled over from the punch to her solar plexus and stunned from the slaps to her face, looked dazed and confused at Jamaya, who raised her hand again to strike Cheryl, who cried out, "Don't hit me!! Don't hit me!! Money? What do you mean, money?" cried Cheryl helplessly. 

"Listen whore," explained Jamaya and again firmly implanting the word 'whore' in Cheryl's mind, "every 'income-producing' opportunity we send you on, you owe us $300. Most good whores get well above that, and you can keep anything you make more than that." Jamaya liked how she put a positive spin of "income-producing opportunity" on whoring out the white wife and mother. 

Cheryl was flabbergasted and began stuttering, "But... but... I'm not a whore..." 

Almost instantly Cheryl felt a stinging [SLAP] across the right side of Cheryl's face and Jamaya's other hand rose to slap the other side when Cheryl cried out, "PLEASE, stop hitting me!! I don't have $300! I only got $40 for last night!" 

Jamaya knew she only got $40 which was part of the plan. "$40?!?!? Forty fucking dollars?!?!?!? Well, your bill is $300, so what are we going to do about that?" asked Jamaya. 

Cheryl was in a bind. Cheryl had new student loan debt since she just finished a program. Both Rob and she had drained their savings to pack up and move to Potoxy and she was still on probational period for her job so no paycheck for another two weeks. She knew she didn't have the money, and she didn't want to ask Rob. 

"You could go on another date...," suggested Jamaya, "in order to make up the difference." 

"No, no, I can't..." stammered Cheryl, and then the school bell rang for classes to start, "Jamaya, I need to get to class..." and she tried to walk away. 

Jamaya bull-rushed Cheryl against the wall, and threatened, "Listen bitch, I don't know how things are done where you come from," she started, "but here you don't leave while you still owe!" Jamaya paused so her words could have the proper effect. "I have only slapped you, and punched you in areas which aren't visible through clothing. DO YOU WANT ME TO BREAK YOUR NOSE?!?!?!? RIGHT NOW?!?!?" 

"Jamaya please!!" pleaded Cheryl, "This is new to me, I will get you the money, I will think about another date. I have to get to class," and Cheryl rushed away in the direction of her classroom. 

After Cheryl left, Jamaya looked in the direction behind where Cheryl and she spoke, and asked, "How was that?" 

The deep baritone voice of Claude Johnston answered, "We shall see my girl, we shall see, but it does look promising. 

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Cheryl pulled her compact from her purse to check her face for any markings. Luckily, as Jamaya had mentioned, the red mark from the slap on her face was already beginning to fade. She thought to herself, "But how will I explain a broken nose? How do I come up with this money?" She then opened the door to her classroom and her the noise of the students through her focus on her thoughts about the money issues. She also saw a cup of coffee waiting for her on her desk. 

Cheryl rushed in angrily to inspect the coffee. Sure enough, there was a thick layer of cream on the top. While a part of Cheryl was attracted to the aroma of the coffee and cum mixture on her desk but, at least still for the moment, Cheryl's self-respect and ego caused a sense of anger and resentment over Claude pushing his coffee on her. "Damn it!" thought Cheryl, "I already refused this disgusting old man. I had better put a stop to this!!" and Cheryl told her class to excuse her a moment and she took the coffee and walked heatedly to Claude Johnston's office. 

As she approached the door to Claude's office, it was open and she saw Claude with multiple large stacks of money on his desk and another pile of cash in his hand which he was counting out... "$20, $40, $60, $80, ok that makes $3,400. $20, $40, $60, $80, now $3,500." 

Cheryl paused for a moment and recollected her thoughts. "It may not be good to antagonize this man," she thought opportunistically, "maybe he could give me a short-term loan." So, as quickly and effectively as she could, Cheryl changed her angry demeanor to that of one sweet and playful in an attempt to perhaps get a loan and she walked in on Claude. 

"Ummmm... Mr. Johnston, could I..." started Cheryl. 

Claude looked up from his counting, raised a finger in a signal to quiet Cheryl, and stated angrily, "Hush woman, you'll make me lose my count," which silenced Cheryl who then watched Claude count the multiple stacks of cash on his desk and say, "$23,500" and he took a pencil and wrote something down in front of him. He then looked at Cheryl with an annoyed look on his face, "What is it?" he asked. 

"I'm sorry to interrupt," said Cheryl apologetically as she glanced at the large stacks of cash stacked neatly on Claude's desk along with a bag of cash Claude appeared as if he were still counting, "but you know, my husband Rob and I just moved to Potoxy," her voice trailed off. 

"And?" replied Claude annoyed and expectantly that a favor was going to be asked of him. 

"Ummm...," stammered Cheryl, "I don't know how to ask this," continued Cheryl nervously. 

"Just ask it Mrs. Thomson," said Claude more politely this time, "as I have some counting left to do. I don't trust banks or the market after the last crash, so once a month, I count my life savings." Claude was lying so Cheryl would assume that money was very dear to Claude when in fact, he was counting the prior night's take in from his various businesses. 

"Claude," began Cheryl in as nice a voice as she could muster, "as I said, Rob and I just moved here, and spent our life savings to get here, and neither of us will have our first paychecks for a few weeks. Do you know anywhere we could get a short-term loan?" 

"Well first Mrs. Thomson," said Claude with a smile, "I'm insulted your coffee cup is still full. Did I do something wrong with the coffee?" he hinted for Cheryl. 

Cheryl, looking at the coffee nervously, but also not wanting to upset the man she was requesting a loan from, took a small sip from the top of the coffee, knowing full well that the cream at the top of the coffee along with the strange taste and texture she was feeling in her mouth was Claude's cum. 

"In a small town like Potoxy," explained Claude, "we take care of each other," Claude continued, "Now, I have to be careful with money as I was careless and why I need to still be working," rambled Claude to again make Cheryl embarrassed about asking Claude to part with his hard-earned money. 

"If you lent it to me," began Cheryl, "I could pay you interest..." she said hoping Claude would just loan without interest but she wanted to make the offer. Cheryl also began feeling her nipples very sensitive after her drink. She glanced down and noticed them extending prominently even through the shape of her bra. 

"How much do you need Mrs. Thomson?" asked Claude. 

"Would $350 be ok Claude?" asked Cheryl hesitatingly. 

"Three-hundred and fifty dollars is a lot of money Mrs. Thomson," exclaimed Claude who continued, "I remember when only $100 was my paycheck for whole month. As far as interest, what do you think is fair?" he asked. 

Embarrassed, Cheryl looked at what she thought was Claude's life savings and felt terrible asking it from him, so she wanted to give him a lot, "How is $35 interest sound to you Claude?" suggested Cheryl. 

"Here," said Claude leaning forward, "let me freshen up the cream in your coffee" said Claude, pouring more "cream" at the top of Cheryl's coffee. 

Cheryl held the cup, looking in the top, hesitating again before drinking, "Drink up," requested Claude, and Cheryl more obediently this time lifted the cup to her lips and took a small sip, but for some reason, she couldn't take the cup away from her lips, and before she knew it, she drank the whole cup. She felt very nervous as her nipples were now throbbing, and a wetness was dripping down her thigh. 

Claude commented, "Cheryl," and he paused a second, "can I call you Cheryl?" to which he waited on Cheryl's nod, "I'm very nervous about money, and $35 on $350 I think is a fair rate on a daily basis, could you sign this contract?" and he handed Cheryl a paper. 

Cheryl's mind was spinning from all of Claude's potent cum so her eyes were spinning as she read the "contract" she was handed. She did see a few terms she didn't understand, but she trusted Claude and signed the papers. And Claude handed her $350. 

"Thank you, Claude," said Chery appreciatively. 

"I think until you pay back the loan Cheryl," began Claude, "you should refer to me as Master Thompson. Didn't you read the contract?" he asked a bit menacingly. 

Cheryl, very nervously, and now remembering something about master contract, said meekly, "Thank you Master Thompson," and she started back to her classroom. On the way back to her classroom, she quickly found Jamaya and paid her the $300 owed, and she appreciated Mr. Johnston's, then she quickly thought, "Master Johnston's" generosity. 

Cheryl's day teaching was much easier than the day before, even with the two servings of cream. In fact, the nervousness she had prior to drinking the cream seemed to have gone away after having the cream. She knew it was semen, but something about it seemed right. 

Late in the day, when Cheryl was in her class alone grading papers, Claude knocked on her classroom door. Cheryl waved for him to come in, and stuttered, "Um... hello, um..., Master Johnston," she mumbled meekly and gently. 

Claude smiled, but no longer gently, and said while handing Cheryl a piece of paper, "Here is the payment schedule for your records along with a copy of your signed agreement to the terms." 

Cheryl looked at the paper expecting to see $385 as the total, and gasped when the total was over $1,200. "But Claude, I mean Mister, I mean Master Johnston, I can't afford this, I thought you were only charging me $35 interest," she pleaded. 

Claude quickly corrected Cheryl, "I said daily rate of $35 on $350, which on day 2 is $38.50 on $385, and so on. You signed a legal contract, I'm sure we can come up with a payment and/or work schedule that works for you." Claude smiled and added, "Maybe we can get you in on a milking schedule as well to pay down your loan." Claude looked down at his crotch and at Cheryl, smiled, then turned and left the room. 

Soon after Claude's exit, Jamaya and Lateesha entered the room, frightening Cheryl, and began to say, "Mrs. Thomson, it seems you have a problem." 

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Rob Thomson didn't know how he ended up in this situation. At one moment, he was schmoozing with a potential client at a fancy restaurant in a small town in Alabama discussing business, and now, as he seemed to be awakening from being passed out, he was naked in a hotel room with a young black girl with her lips wrapped around his dick. He thought of his wife Cheryl, and wanted to be faithful, but this girl with amazing tits and ass, and ultra-sexy look on her face as she looked up at him, was just too exciting to stop. He pumped his hips so his four-inch penis went in and out of her mouth. 

Niema, the girl sucking Rob's cock, was very disappointed in the size of Rob's dick, but it made her job easier to suck the whole thing and lick his balls to potentially make him cum fast. Rob began thrusting his tiny dick into Niema's mouth faster to which she pulled away. 

"But... but... I'm close," begged Rob, "please!!" 

A deep voice spoke from a dark corner of the room, startling Rob, saying, "Rob, Rob, Rob," in a condescending tone, "legally, I couldn't have you sign the contract last night, but we discussed it so you can make a lot of money, even more than what you've already made. If you sign now, I will instruct Niema to finish," said the voice coming from the dark shadowy corner of the room. 

Rob looked on the dresser and saw papers and a pen. He quickly scanned the contract and saw in big letters how much money he would make, not bothering to read all the fine print, and he signed, and begged, "Please let her finish!!" 

The form from the shadows rose and walked towards the dresser, and Rob saw a very fit but thin black man in an expensive suit pick up the contract and say, "It has been nice doing business with you Mr. Thomson." and he looked at Niema and said, "We're finished here Niema," to which Niema quickly backed off the bed, and began getting dressed, much to Rob's dismay. 

"But, but...," pleaded Rob. 

"Rob," explained the well-dressed black man in the suit, "it has been nice doing business with you. And, if you don't want a video of this encounter going to your wife, I expect your absolute compliance with the contract of which I've left you a copy." 

Rob's face fell further, unsure of what he had just signed in a moment of passion. He picked up the contract and began reading and the depression deepened. 

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Cheryl, upon seeing Lateesha and Jamaya, quickly rushed to Jamaya and said, "I can pay you the $300 now Jamaya." 

Jamaya held her hand out firmly to accept the money and added, "'Bout time bitch," as Cheryl put the cash into Jamaya's hand. 

Cheryl turned and was about to head back to her class when Latisha suggested, "Mrs. Thomson, I want to apologize for the way Jamaya informed you of your debt. It wasn't fair to you." 

Cheryl wanted to get back to grading papers, but she had to express her shame, it was eating away at her soul, so she turned to Lateesha and replied, "Lateesha, you told me it was only going to be platonic. This is outrageous! My moral structure, my beliefs, I'm just aghast and totally..." and she threw her hands up in a frustrated motion and was about to continue when Lateesha quickly interjected. 

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"Totally my new prize whore?" was uttered matter-of-factly and Cheryl looked stunned into Lateesha's face and tried to put a dignified appearance before her response. 


"I am not...," began Cheryl in her response before Jamaya cut her off. 

"You ARE goddamn Lateesha's new whore bitch! And you need training," interjected Jamaya in her typical shrill abusive voice, "and from what I've recently heard, you need new income as well," and she smiled her toothy grin, highlighting her ivory white teeth against the charcoal black of her face. 

"I'm not a whore," pleaded Cheryl quickly and she saw Lateesha look down at her phone and then back at Cheryl. 

"Well Mrs. Cheryl Thomson, whore in training," began Lateesha while Cheryl cringed at the description, "this 'income-producing' opportunity does not have the same issues as before. You either make money, or you don't, but no payments to me..." said Lateesha before Jamaya piped in also. 

"Or me bitch whore," is what Jamaya said. 

"We will let you go teach your class," said Lateesha, "and we know about your debt. This is easy money for you, but the offer only is open until 11:30 A.M. today and today only for training. Meet us at the gymnasium door that goes to the track between 11:20 and 11:30. We give you a choice here," said Lateesha ominously, and she and Jamaya walked away. 

Cheryl began rushing to her classroom as she was late. Tears were streaming down her face. She could hear Lateesha's voice and see Lateesha's lips in her mind saying the words, "We give you a choice here,"but Cheryl had no money, and now had a debt, so did she have a choice? "Maybe I can talk to Rob on the phone before then," thought Cheryl. 

Cheryl then made it to class. Surprisingly, today there were little or no issues with the students in any of her classes and the time seemed to speed on by and she looked at the clock and it was 11:15 AM. Her break before her lunch hour was going to start now. "Time to call Rob," thought Cheryl. 

{Ring} {Ring} "Ummm... hi honey, what's up? You, um... rarely call me during the day. Are you ok?" is what Cheryl heard from her husband Rob. "He sounds nervous," thought Cheryl. 

"Rob," began Cheryl, "you know how you've been saying your making a lot of money already at your new position..." and Cheryl just put out the thought, hoping Rob would suggest giving her some. 

"Oh yes honey," Cheryl heard Rob say, "lots of money, but you know my business, it is all tied up, I can't get to anything until payday," Rob continued as if reading Cheryl's mind that she was going to ask for money. He was also lying because he too was now in debt. A LOT of debt, he found out from reading the fine print in the contract he signed. 

"Oh...," said Cheryl in a defeated and fallen voice, which Rob noticed. 

"Is something wrong honey?" asked Rob, while trying to cover up his own panicked voice. 

"No, no," lied Cheryl, "you sound pretty worried too for some reason, I don't want to add to that while you're working. Good luck today Rob," said Cheryl pleasantly, "I love you," she finished her sentence to Rob, while assuming her next acts would not be loving to Rob at all. She glanced at the clock and saw the time was now 11:26 AM and she hung up on Rob as he was responding, "I lo..." {CLICK} 

Cheryl ran to the track area and was puffing air when she saw Jamaya waiting for her, looking at her watch. Just as Cheryl got to her, she said, "Bitch, the time is now 11:31. Luckily I saw your honkey ass face before 11:30 or else I'd be already walking away." 

Cheryl was still panting from her run, saying "I'm sorry," {huff} {huff} 

[SLAP] Cheryl felt the slap and a stinging sensation on the left side of her face followed by [SLAP] and a burning, stinging sensation on the right side of her face. Cheryl stood there silently and fearfully in front of Jamaya, wondering why this small black girl could put such a fear into her. 

Jamaya looked at Cheryl and said, "Follow me," and Jamaya walked in the direction of the Girls' Locker Rooms in the school. The bathrooms of both the boys and girls locker rooms were connected by a wall so they could share plumbing, etc... and Jamaya walked into that area where Cheryl saw the lineup of stalls with women in them kneeling facing the wall, and one empty stall with a hole about 6 inches in diameter drilled through the wall, facing into the boys' locker room. 

Cheryl heard groaning but still didn't have a view of what exactly was happening. Jamaya explained, "Whore Cheryl, you will kneel here and wait for a cock to appear from behind the hole. Once it does," Jamaya held up a timer clock, "you press the timer clock. You have 3 minutes to make him cum as they have to get back to class." Cheryl looked shocked at Jamaya knowing she would be blowing students. "If they cum, you earned $50. If they don't cum, you earned $10 and less people will probably come to you in which case you are not an earner and we will have to find other work for you to do," hinted Jamaya of more intense sexual encounters. 

"But...," stammered Cheryl and Jamaya cut her off quickly. 

"We were supposed to be back here at 11:30 and we're late," stated Jamaya harshly, "get to work," and she pushed Cheryl to her knees and rang the bell. 

Cheryl looked forward into the hole and saw a body position itself behind it on the other side. A thin, about 4-inch long semi-hard penis pointed through the whole. Cheryl looked at it and an inner debate was raging in her mind. On the previous night in the car, she was tricked into being a whore, and the young man preyed on her good nature and then paid her after sex. Here, in the locker room, Cheryl would consciously perform oral sex for money. "Have I really gone so low as to do this?" thought Cheryl. 

"Is there anyone there?" asked a voice from the other side. Cheryl looked at the timer to press it and noticed it had already ticked down 45 seconds. She figured something the boy did started it. In a panic, Cheryl leaned forward and tentatively put the penis in her mouth. Compared to the monster cock that throat fucked her on that crazy date, this was easy to put her mouth around. She didn't really know much about oral sex and after awhile of the penis in her mouth, the buzzer rang and she heard a disappointed sigh from the other side. 

"Oh no," thought Cheryl, "only $10 and a bad review." 

It took about 10 minutes of kneeling in front of the hole until the next penis began peeking through the hole. Cheryl hesitated again, but only for a moment and she wrapped her lips around the head of the white penis. This one was larger than the last, but nowhere near as large as the black one she experienced. She kissed the penis, she licked the penis, she tried what she knew what to do in order to get whoever was behind the wall to have an orgasm, but again, the buzzer rang, and no orgasm. 

For the next hour, the time delay between white penises appearing in Cheryl's hole in the wall increased, and she only got the chance to blow three more. None of them had orgasms and Cheryl was waiting for the next to appear when the school bell ending lunch hour ended and Cheryl began to get up. She cringed as she heard Lateesha's voice. 

"Here's your $50 whore," said Lateesha spitefully to Cheryl, "and to think, not one orgasm, and so many guys were left unsatisfied as they would rather wait in line somewhere else than not cum with you." Lateesha went on to explain, "We plan it here with the numbers of whores giving blow jobs to service the expected number of clients. If you can't pull your weight, we may have to whore you out with regular sex." 

Cheryl feared having sex with strange men. At least here at the, Jamaya called them, "glory holes", it was only oral sex, and no one knew she was there except Lateesha and Jamaya (as far as she knew). Real sex would involve meeting strange men and getting into dangerous situations. Cheryl begged, "Please, not that," and she rushed over to Lateesha, "I haven't been sexual in many years, and never really did oral sex very often. I'm sorry, but what can I do?" 

Lateesha looked coldly and judgmentally at Cheryl, but then paused and her face softened. She knew how to play these proud white women to make them feel like incompetent fools, in order for her to exert her dominance over them to get them to become sluts. He pegged Cheryl for a submissive and she seemed to be falling into her trap. She was going to make a lot of money on this slut, plus Cheryl may be able to help her transform new blood (i.e., teachers) into whores in the future. 

"Tell you what, Cheryl," said Lateesha, "can I call you Cheryl, Mrs. Thomson?" asked Lateesha rhetorically because she was going to anyway, but was glad Cheryl nodded. "I tell you what, again, I'm going to help you Cheryl." Cheryl looked at Lateesha who pressed a button on her phone, and Cheryl only heard Lateesha's end of the conversation, but she said, "She's going to need more work.", then she paused, "Yes, I think we can make it work.", another pause, "Yes, can you put a sub in her room for the next two periods?", pause, "Great!" and the Lateesha put her phone away and explained to Cheryl they continue here. 

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Rob read and reread the contract he signed while trying to have his orgasm. He was in disbelief. He and Cheryl had not ever really been overly sexual, although they had their two children, but for some reason, he was driven crazy by that young black prostitute the prior night. In his moment of passion, he signed away 51% of his company to a C.T. Conglomerate. "What in the hell was C.T. Conglomerate, and how had that hot young black gotten such a hold on me?" thought Rob. He was still thinking about the hot young ass when his phone rang, and he looked at the screen and saw "Lisa Thomson" and though he felt ashamed of the prior thoughts he was thinking, he quickly picked up the phone. 

"Hi honey," said Rob, "how is school going?" he asked. 

"Dad," exclaimed Lisa Thomson angrily, "I hate it! I can't believe I let you and mom convince me to go to a school down south here," she started. 

"What seems to be the problem Lisa honey?" asked Rob concernedly. 

"I mean," started Lisa, "there were nig..., um... blacks in my high school, but not so many, and really just athletes that I never saw during the day in most of my classes," explained Lisa. "Here at this state college in Georgia, my classes are full of nig..., I mean, blacks. It just makes me so uncomfortable." 

Rob was disappointed in Lisa and began in a condescending tone, "Lisa honey, you know I don't like when you call blacks the 'N' word, so starting with that, and stopping is just as unacceptable." Rob was wondering why Lisa had such an aversion to blacks while he was so sexually attracted to that black bubble butt and sexy lips and smile on the prostitute the night before. Rob was also reading some of the other fine print in the contract as Lisa continued to complain about the black students at her college when he noticed something else very concerning and he suddenly yelled out in surprise. 

"Holy shit, fuck!" exclaimed Rob, not really listening to Lisa who was really surprised on the other end of the phone as she didn't remember the last time she heard her dad swear. 

"Dad," replied Lisa, "it's bad, but swearing isn't going to help my situation here, but thanks for understanding. 

Rob, glad his daughter thought he was speaking about her situation, quickly added, "Well, honey, I just want you to be happy, and make the best out of a difficult situation," he covered his tracks hopefully. 

"Thanks daddy," replied Lisa, "I feel a little better. Maybe I will come home more often as I don't want to be up here on weekends when everyone is getting drunk and crazy." 

Rob was still focused on the language of the contract. He just noticed he would have to earn nearly twice as much money for the company to earn only about 25% of what he previously earned. Mix that with high quarterly dividend payments to C.T. Conglomerate. This was really really bad. 

"What honey... I'm sorry, I'm reading something, but please do whatever makes you happy," mumbled Rob to Lisa and they ended their call. 

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Lateesha explained to Cheryl the root of her problem, "Cheryl dear," said Lateesha, "you are still not accepting that you ARE my cock-sucking whore. Isn't that right?" she asked matter-of-factly. 

Cheryl again tried to deny the fact that she, a highly educated and professional white woman, was now a part-time prostitute being paid for sexual acts. "But...," Cheryl began to stammer. 

"Cheryl," said Lateesha in a melodic tone to cut off her response, "you need to make money. You need to make money giving these dicks that come through the holes here orgasms. You might see a few cocks, but you didn't see any today. You need to give them ALL orgasms." 

Cheryl's previous thought process was interrupted and while she still wanted to argue she wasn't a whore, everything Lateesha just said made perfect sense. It also made her sad, and tears started rolling down her face, and she cried out, "I'm just not good at this, I feel like such a failure, and I'm so afraid. Please don't make me go out on any more 'dates' for sex. I really can't do that." 

Lateesha looked seriously at Cheryl, "Well, this afternoon is for you to prove to me we don't have to send you on those dates. Jamaya didn't want to give you this chance, but I felt you needed a little more chance to make things right." 

Cheryl was amazed at the gratefulness she had to Lateesha for giving her another opportunity to perform oral sex. That really felt strange to Cheryl. 

Lateesha continued, "Now Cheryl, you have the body of a top-of-the-line whore. I mean, those tits are spectacular, your waist is thin, and those hips swell out for a great ass. I mean, if we'd have gotten to you years ago, you'd be a millionaire by now with all the tricks you would have pulled by fucking and sucking cock." 

Cheryl's emotions again were mixed. She felt good that Lateesha was complimenting her, but it felt so degrading in the way she offered her compliments, by sexualizing everything. But, then Lateesha held a small mirror up, and said, "Look at yourself," and Cheryl looked and saw this defeated, but attractive woman in her teaching work clothes. 

Lateesha came gently to Cheryl, popped open a few buttons on the top of her blouse, cut a slice in her skirt and ripped 5 inches off the bottom of the skirt to make it shorter, and held the mirror up again. "Look at yourself now," and Cheryl looked and was ashamed at first, and replied quickly. 

"But," she stammered, "I look like a slut." 

"Cheryl my dear," answered Lateesha, "you ARE my cock sucking slut. Now, about the orgasms, your mouth doesn't seem to be doing the trick as you are inexperienced. What about you drives the boys crazy Cheryl?" asked Lateesha. 

"Ummm...," spoke Cheryl meekly, "my, ummm..., breasts?" 

"YES CHERYL!!" exclaimed Lateesha, "Those big fat suckable fuckable titties!!" 

Cheryl, with her conservative upbringing, and the shame she felt on her body for all of those years, looked down at her breasts in shame, but then a little pride. "But how does that help this?" asked Cheryl confusedly. 

"Take off your shirt," ordered Lateesha, to which Cheryl hesitated yet again, "I will not ask you again Cheryl, take off your damned shirt," and Cheryl removed her shirt quickly. Lateesha ordered again, "Lose the bra," to which Cheryl complied very embarrassedly, holding an arm across the front of her breasts covering her nipples. 

Lateesha grabbed Cheryl's arms to pull them away from her breasts. She then spit on Cheryl's breasts and began rubbing the saliva all over her large mammaries. "Now Cheryl," Lateesha described, "place those big fat titties at the hole here and press those titties around those dicks before they hit your mouth. I think you're going to have much better success." 

Cheryl looked stunned at Lateesha, in disbelief about what she was about to do with her body, of which she had been ashamed of for so long. She heard the [BUZZ] sound and looked over at the timer which had just started. She saw a dick about the size of Rob's, maybe 5 inches and not overly thick begin poking its way through the hole. Cheryl reached forward with her breasts and engulfed the dick in the soft pillowy expanse of her tits and began to lean forward to try and put her mouth on it. Her breasts were too large, and she barely got her tongue across the head of the penis when she heard an, "Oh my god!!" and streams of cum shot over her face, her lips, and some in her mouth. 

Cheryl was disgusted, yet proud at the same time. She felt awful to do such an act, but she finally had succeeded to get the $50. She glanced at the timer and saw she still had another 1 minute 30 seconds left. "Wow," she thought, "that was effective." She didn't have much time to celebrate and the buzzer rang a short moment later and she saw the timer reset to 3 minutes. 

Cheryl looked forward and saw a longer and thicker, she almost wanted to say cock, as she guessed it was about 7 inches long and a bit thicker than anything she had seen in the last two days. Cheryl lifted her breasts against the wall and pressed her breasts together around the cock to create skin friction for the cock to fuck between her breasts. She was able to bend her mouth down with some difficulty as holding her breasts up while moving her head down was uncomfortable. Again she felt some sadness for the sense of "success" she felt when the cockhead began fucking in and out of her mouth while fucking her breasts. This cock seemed to pump back and forth much longer and she feared the buzzer was going to ring when she heard a high pitched voice, cracking a bit, cry out, "Yes, yes, yes..." and jet after jet sprayed in her mouth, her eyes, her nose, and a few seconds later, the buzzer rang. 

"I did it," thought Cheryl, feeling a strange sense of pride yet again. Cheryl was embarrassed she was feeling this pride, but now feeling she was $100 richer in a few minutes. 

"Didn't I tell you sweetie!" Cheryl heard from behind her as she recognized Lateesha's voice. "And I'm here to help you some more," continued Lateesha and Cheryl began to turn. "No, no, slut, face the wall." 

Cheryl felt Lateesha grab her left breast and pull it upward and against the wall, similarly to how Cheryl had previously held both breasts up and she let out a yelp as she felt something clamp over her left nipple to hold that breast in that position. Cheryl panicked as she couldn't back away from the hole without increasing the pain from the clamp on her nipple. Her panic increased when she felt her other breast lifted up in a similar way and she shrieked a little bit as Lateesha let the clamp snap down on Cheryl's right nipple. 

Cheryl couldn't see anything as her breasts were blocking her line of sight. Lateesha guided her hands forward and just told her, "Here, keep your hands here. The customers will wrap your hand around their dicks and you will guide it to your breasts and if they're big enough, into your mouth." 

Penis after penis, dick after dick, and she didn't feel any cocks that she was aware of, they all fucked through her hands into her breasts where most came quickly. A few made it to her mouth, but the size of her breasts as well as her hands in place helped most to cum fast prior to making it there. 

Cheryl felt like a piece of meat. Then she thought about it, "I am a piece of meat right now..." and the thought again both excited and disgusted her. She heard the class bell for the next class to begin and wondered how long she would do this. 

Cheryl lost count of the number of dicks that had cum on her and in her mouth. Suddenly, when she thought she was in between customers, she felt the release of one of the clamps on her nipples, which both relieved as well as created a feeling of loss that the pressure had been removed. That feeling of relief and loss was repeated when the clamp on the other nipple was removed and Cheryl felt additional relief as her breasts fell to normal position in front of her instead of being pulled up over her head and face. 

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Cheryl sat back against the wall, no longer concerned with her bare breasts, but instead trying to relax a bit after being in that strange position for over an hour. She sat in a daze for a few moments when the sudden sound of a clap, followed by another clap a few seconds later, until she realized someone was clapping for her in appreciation. 


Cheryl looked up with an exhausted and defeated look on her face, as everything in her moral structure told her what she had just done was wrong, but added to the defeated feeling was a strange sense of satisfaction that she had impressed Lateesha, who was now clapping for her. 

"What a turnaround!" exclaimed Lateesha, "And in just a few days!" continued Lateesha. "You went from no one wanting to stand in your line because of your lack of skill, to breaking a record with 28 orgasms in 72 minutes." Lateesha was standing there pumping praises to Cheryl, and then added, "I just knew those big fat titties were going to make us some money!!" 

Cheryl, beginning to come down off of her high of the sexual feelings as well as regaining composure, began to put her bra back on and then her shirt. Lateesha walked to her and placed a large stack of cash in Cheryl's hand. Cheryl looked stunned at the wad of cash, and asked, "How much is here?" 

"One-thousand, four-hundred dollars whore," stated Lateesha, ensuring she added whore to remind Cheryl of the fact that she was Lateesha's. 

Cheryl was amazed. In just over an hour, she had made over $1,000. Then she quickly thought, "Now I can pay off Claude Thompson who created that god-awful loan schedule." She walked, albeit a bit wobbly, to Claude's office. She was thinking about how she was glad she wouldn't have to do these sexual acts for money anymore. 

Cheryl was stumbling along the hallway slowly, and almost to Claude..., um... Master Thompson's office and the door was closed. She raised her hand to knock at the door when it opened before she had a chance to knock and she was face-to-face with Lateesha, who gave her an evil grin as she passed by her, and then Jamaya walked just behind Lateesha out of Claude's office. 

Both Jamaya and Lateesha were giggling like the schoolgirls they were, and Cheryl's suspicions grew as she knocked now on Master Thompson's door. 

Cheryl tried to be firm, tried to be strong, but there was an aura, a power coming from this old janitor. She steeled her nerves, and counted out $400, and reached it towards Claude, and said, "I'd like to pay off what I owe. It has only been two days, so," and she reached out the cash, "here you go." 

Claude sat back in his chair smiling, and said quickly in reply, "You may want to hold onto that Cheryl," speaking to Cheryl on a first-name basis, "as the contract states no early prepayments. You can either pay me the full amount now, or wait until the full amount is due. I'm thinking you may want to earn a little more," he finished snidely to try and get a reaction from Cheryl. 

"I didn't WANT to do any of this!" exclaimed Cheryl loudly and forcefully, "And you will take just $400 that I'm offering you and leave me alone!!" Cheryl held her hand towards Claude with the $400 in her hand. 

Claude turned away and began typing away at a computer that was at his desk. Cheryl looked quizzically as to why a janitor would need a computer and put the $400 down on Claude's desk and stated, "We're even Mr. Johnston," and began to turn and walk out the office door when she heard from Claude's what sounded like a movie from Claude's computer saying: 

"I was just hoping to spend my eighteenth birthday with a gorgeous woman, and man, Mrs. Cheryl, are you gorgeous!!" [see "The Janitor Who Was King Ch. 2 for actual events of what happened] 

Cheryl rushed to around Claude's desk, and to her dismay, she saw a video of Samuel and herself in the back of the limousine. She was shocked as she saw the camera show Cheryl in the stretch clothing that was much too tight and really made her look slutty. The camera panned in on her face and then circled to behind her head so Samuel's face and expression could be seen. A female voice, but not hers, spoke. 

"I just love young black cock! Can I see yours?" 

Cheryl thought in a panic... "That isn't how it happened!! I didn't say that!!" but since the video showed from behind her head, you couldn't tell from the reading lips that wasn't what she said. The next thing the video showed was Samuel leaning back as Cheryl crawled over to his lap, and reached to his large belly, and began undoing the snap at the front of his pants, and lowering his zipper, and sliding his pants down over his hips. 

The next thing the video showed was Cheryl removing her shirt and undoing her bra, allowing her massive breasts to fall free. The video smoothly transitioned to Samuel kneeling on Cheryl's chest, saying, "Can you squeeze your breasts around my thick cock Cheryl?" Cheryl watched the video very stunned in a panic because she knew what happened next, and cringed as she watched herself on the video reach up and cup her breasts to wrap around Samuel's cock. 

Cheryl kept descending further and further into a panic. "This wasn't how it happened," she thought nervously, "but the video is making a convincing case that it did happen this way." 

The camera began focusing in on Cheryl's mouth, and Samuel's voice was heard saying, "Open your mouth like the slutty whore you are Cheryl!" and from the camera angle, it appeared as if she was complying immediately, even wincing a bit to stretch her mouth over Samuel's cock. 

Again Cheryl watched in disbelief, knowing that the only reason she opened her mouth like that was to groan in pain because Samuel had reached back and pulled roughly on her nipples and stretched her breasts upwards, but that wasn't how the video was making it appear. 

Cheryl watched in total dismay as the video panned to Samuel's licking of her pussy and her begging him not to stop followed by her crying out "OH GOD!" as he fucked into her. And finishing off with Samuel putting his cock in front of her mouth and commanding her to "Suck you whore!" just before ejaculating in her mouth. 

Claude Johnston sat back and looked at Cheryl, who was standing there quivering in fear, shock, and panic. He motioned for Cheryl to sit at the chair at the opposite side of his desk, saying, "Please sit, before you fall over Cheryl." He watched in glee as Cheryl collapsed, completely defeated in her chair. 

"But..., but...," stammered Cheryl in a nearly monotone and completely defeated voice, "that isn't..., that isn't how it happened..." 

Claude smiled his ivory white teeth that almost gave off a radiant shine compared to his coal-black face, saying, "Oh, you know the Hollywood business," he explained, "a little editing and a little dubbing tells the story MUCH BETTER than how it happened," and his voice trailed off after really accentuating the 'BETTER' in his prior sentence. 

Cheryl again sat there in a daze. "This can't be happening," she thought, "I am a good Christian woman, married with two kids, I'm highly educated..." and Claude just sat there watching Cheryl, knowing that she was beginning to feel the full realization of the predicament she was in. 

After a few minutes of silence, Claude put his hands together and stated, "Now," quite enthusiastically, and he continued, "on to business. Your hours and location of operation are stall 4 of the Girls' Locker Room between 11:30 AM and 1:15 PM. I am human and will leave you 10 minutes after your shift to eat lunch before your afternoon classes begin." 

Cheryl was listening to Claude and was in an utter shock. "This was impossible. How could this happen? What am I going to do?" were the thoughts running through her mind. 

"Oh," continued Claude, "and the new rate is $20 if orgasm is achieved and absolutely nothing if no orgasm is achieved," he explained coldly. Then he smiled and added warmly, "That's why I think you should keep the $400 and enjoy yourself, you will just owe me at the end of the month, as agreed. You can leave now." 

Cheryl took the stack of money in a daze and walked out of Claude's office. "There has to be something I can do to get out of this," thought Cheryl, "I just don't know what it is." 

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Rob Thomson was in a panic. He made absolutely no sales today. Under the terms of the new contract, weeks in which he didn't meet the weekly threshold would result in an immediate reduction of his equity, sending more of his business to C.T. Conglomerate. I had better stay here in Alabama and try to drum up more sales. 

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It has been several weeks since the events of Chapter 3 [read chapter 1 through 3 of The Janitor Who Was King for background] and Claude Thomson was in the process of reviewing the financial reports of C.T. Conglomerate, his holding company. He also reviewed the tracking of employees and other information. He was delighted to learn that Rob Thomson spent nearly every waking moment working, mostly out-of-state, and was neither at home to comfort his wife Cheryl physically nor emotionally. This delighted Claude to no end, but he wanted to break through another layer of Cheryl's moral compass and had several plans to do so. 


Firstly, the income reduction Claude put on both Rob and Cheryl will begin to cause strains for their children's college tuition. The income Cheryl was now making in no way compensates for Rob's loss. On top of that, Rob's financial loss was Claude's financial gain as C.T. Conglomerate received much of the fruits of Rob's labor. Claude's eyes popped open a bit upon reading two bits of information: Firstly, Cheryl Thomson's children both attended one of the state colleges where he had operatives and secondly, there was a new prime candidate from "Online Academy of Education" [see Chapter 1]. 

Claude picked up the phone and called one of his staff at the college, "Mujakbe," said Claude, "how are things?" 

"Sèvitè ou a, wa m 'lan," came the answer [translation, "Your humble servant, my king"]. 

"Have you performed the tasks asked of you?" inquired Claude of Majakbe. 

Majakbe answered excitedly, "Yes, my king," and described in detail, "we've ensured Lisa Thomson has her own private shower and bathroom from which we've accumulated hair and saliva, in addition to bodily waste should you require it." 

"Please have someone deliver to me within three hours," said Claude in a calm voice, hiding how pleased he was at the progress. "Also, as long as I get the items at once, you may take all staff and their families someplace nice for the weekend, my treat." 

"Yes my king!!" exclaimed Majakbe exuberantly, "at once!!" 

Claude smiled. He knew he would now probably have the samples within the hour and he looked forward to the prompt, disciplined, response to his request. Now, on to the next order of business. 

Another prime student had just completed the "Online Academy of Education" and the instructors informed Claude of the attributes of the student. Claude took the folder out with the pictures of the new graduate as well as found the DVD of the "sample teaching" of her class. "Oh how I love these online formats of guided instruction where the teacher films how they would teach a class...,"thought Claude as he first reviewed the notes, and then put the DVD produced by the student for their class submission into his computer. 

The screen showed a brunette woman seated behind a desk with a chalkboard behind her. She began, "Sound check, sound check, 1, 2, 3..." and her eyes looked expectantly at the cameraman, and she nodded as if receiving a thumbs up. Claude watched as she introduced herself, "Hello class," she began, "my name is Mrs. Carter, no relation to the former president, and I am your new teacher." Claude watched as she sat at her desk and went through the class plan, then she stood and began to write on the board. 

Claude reviewed the file again. Kristin Carter, 43, married, with a nineteen year old daughter who attended the same college as Lisa and John Thomson. "Ah-ha," thought Claude, "now I see one of the reasons the staff thinks she's a prime candidate." When Claude looked at the screen again and saw Mrs. Carter's ass as she faced the chalkboard, he found another good reason she's a prime candidate. When Mrs. Carter turned away from the chalkboard and to the class and revealed how she had nice, firm, full breasts straining against her "teaching uniform" issued at the school, he found yet another reason for her candidacy. 

Claude read her file deeper. It seems Mrs. Carter is an Evangelical Christian woman. She even started a bible study group at the online school for her classmates which they performed live via webcast. Ok, now food preferences, she is not a coffee drinker but she does like her aloe drinks. Claude smiled to himself, "I have just the thing," he thought. 

Claude picked up the phone and dialed Mr. White, the principal. 

"Hello Claude," said Mr. White having read the caller ID on the phone before picking up, "what can I do for you?" 

"Steven," Claude called Mr. White by his first name in private, "there is a new candidate from our 'Online Academy' in need of an appealing offer letter," started Claude, "I believe we need to give Mrs. Thomson a slight rest, before we twist her mind still further." 

Mr. White responded eagerly, "Yes, Claude, I'm pulling up Mrs. Carter's information right now," reviewing Mrs. Carter's photographs and a brief pause ensued, "yes, I see what makes her so appealing." Then a longer pause before asking, a bit nervously, "Are you sure we're ready to take on an Evangelical Christian to our group?" 

Claude giggled, answering, "There is much untapped power seeking to be exploited in these followers of false prophet who man has named a god. Get to work on this at once." 

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Cheryl Thomson parked her car in her usual spot near Claude Johnston's office. She got up and out of her car and slumped against it, as tears rolled down her cheeks. She was thinking of her prior few weeks since she began teaching at Sherman High School in Potoxy, GA. From the perversion of the cum-cream in her coffee, to the being what was supposed to be an innocent innocuous escort, to the now-daily whoring herself out during her lunch hours performing paizuri in addition to the occasional oral sex, she felt her life to be in shambles. 

"How is it that I've fallen so far, so fast," thought Cheryl, "and Rob being gone all of the time is making it incredibly lonely at home too..." Cheryl heard the familiar footsteps of Claude Johnston, or rather, Master Johnston approaching. She tried to dry the tears from her face when she heard him speak. 

"Mrs. Thomson," said Claude in a cheerful voice, "is everything alright?" he asked. 

"Yes, Master Johnston," said Cheryl meekly, still wiping away the tears but no longer crying. 

Claude smiled, and said nicely to Cheryl, "Mrs. Thomson," he said in a gentle voice, "I know things have been difficult, but I am working on some new things," he explained. "Today," he continued, "please come to my office instead of your bathroom stall number four," he directed. 

"As you wish Master Johnston," replied Cheryl, worried about the meeting, but heading to her class. 

Just as Cheryl was turning away, Claude called out to her, "On second thought Mrs. Thomson," he explained, "please come by my office with me right now for a moment, and then we'll have a longer discussion mid-day." 

Cheryl followed Claude nervously into his office. He went behind his large, oaken desk, and sat down on his elaborate leather chair of which Cheryl was amazed a janitor had such an immaculate chair, but then contemplated his "other" business ventures and understood. Claude motioned with his hand for Cheryl to sit in the plain chair opposite his desk, and he sat there calmly looking at Cheryl. 

Claude then spoke, "Cheryl, you are one of my top performers in a very short period of time," he said grinning broadly. "I want to give you an opportunity to advance," he said in a luring tone, which frightened Cheryl and added to her nervousness. 

"Master Johnston," began Cheryl, but before she could say anything else, she burst into tears, fearing 'advancement' meant she would be performing more sexual acts such as intercourse, or more. 

"Now, now, Cheryl," said Claude soothingly, "there is nothing to cry about. Are things ok at home?" he asked, all the while knowing the answer. 

"Yes," Cheryl said, surprised Claude was asking such a personal question, "but it has been difficult with Rob traveling so much for work," she confided in him, not know why she let that out. 

"Is that really it Cheryl?" asked Claude suspiciously, as if knowing what she said wasn't the real answer. 

"Yes," answered Cheryl quickly, almost defensively, "of course it is," she stated, emphasizing the point, even if she was in denial. 

Clause again smiled, and then asked, "Have you told Rob about your new source of income?" to which Cheryl looked aghast at Claude and in a panic. 

"No," she stammered, "no, I haven't," and tears again flowed down her cheeks. 

"Ah hah!!" stated Claude, as if in a gotcha moment, "secrets are being kept between the married couple. Don't you think he should know? You know, so he can offer moral support?" Claude asked in a somewhat snide manner. 

"I can't," Cheryl sobbed, "I've broken the sanctity of marriage," she cried, "and I'm...," she paused, as if looking for a word. 

"Cheryl," explained Claude calmly, "you're one of my whores," he said matter-of-factly. 

Cheryl looked at Claude stunned, knowing what he was saying was true, but still, hearing it being said aloud and so direct was a blow to her. She looked at him defeated. 

"Repeat after me Cheryl," instructed Claude, "I am a whore working for Claude Johnston." 

Cheryl again looked stunned at Claude, not wanting to say aloud what he just told her to say, but still knowing it was true. 

"Cheryl," said Claude, a little more impatiently, "please do not make me ask you twice," he said in a menacing tone. 

"I am a whore working for Claude Johnston," repeated Cheryl in a quick, monotone, rote sentence with absolutely no emotion. 

"That's a start Cheryl," replied Claude, "but now, I need to hear it with feeling, and introduce yourself, state your name aloud proudly after you say 'I'," instructed Claude with more detail. 

"I, Cheryl Thomson," still stammering, still with little or no feeling, and Claude cut her off. 

"Cheryl, I'm disappointed," stated Claude, "we will continue this at 11:30. Please come to my office instead of your stall," and he motioned that she could leave. Cheryl got up nervously, gathered herself and her items, a purse, her sunglasses, and then she started toward the door. Just as her hand touched the doorknob, Claude called out yet again, "Oh Cheryl," he stated quickly, "I forgot one thing, please step back to my desk." 

Cheryl returned to Claude's desk and saw what looked like a miniature Christmas tree made out of black rubber standing on Claude's desk. It was black and with a rounded pointed cone at the top, which after about ¾" got a little wider, and then after another ¾" got still wider. It was maybe ½" wide at the top and maybe 1 ½" wide at the bottom. At the bottom was a circular platform and a stem which connected to the bottom of the fir-tree shaped item. Cheryl was curious about the item, but then grew nervous as she saw a tube of K-Y Jelly on Claude's desk behind the item. 

"Cheryl," said Claude pleasantly, although Cheryl didn't feel pleasant at all, "instead of you 'working' for the next few days, I just want you to wear this in class," and Claude nodded at the item. 

"Wear?" asked Cheryl confusedly and uncertain what Claude meant, until Claude spoke, explaining. 

"This is a butt plug Cheryl," he said, informing her it was NOT a Christmas tree, "and this is the belt you wear around your waist under your dress there to hold it on, so it does not slip out," he said, pointing at the belt, and the butt plug. 

Cheryl stood there, looking very stunned and frightened at Claude, who Cheryl could tell was losing his patience. "But, Master Johnston," stated Cheryl, "I..., I don't understand...," she stammered nervously. 

"Stand up Cheryl and lean against the desk," ordered Claude, who picked up the butt-plug and began coating it with K-Y Jelly, "quickly Cheryl, and don't make me ask again," stated Claude as Cheryl began complying and Claude walked around the desk to stand behind Cheryl. Claude put his hand between Cheryl's shoulder blades and pushed her forward across his desk so she was bent over completely at the waist and her ass stuck up behind her. 

"Claude," pleaded Cheryl, "I mean, Master Johnston, please don't..." she begged. 

"Cheryl," explained Claude as he placed the tip of the butt-plug on Cheryl's asshole, "the online school that you received your Masters degree, Principal White and I run and own it;" and at that moment Claude pushed the butt-plug one notch up Cheryl's ass to gradually let her asshole stretch around it which wasn't so difficult as this was the narrowest part of the plug. 

Cheryl panicked as she felt it being inserted. It didn't hurt, at least yet, but was an uncomfortable pressure of thickness expanding her ass. Cheryl also was trying to focus on what Claude was saying about her school and her degree. 

"Additionally Cheryl," continued Claude, "there are exactly two schools, of which Sherman High School is one of them, which have hired graduates of OUR ONLINE SCHOOL," he said menacingly inserting the butt-plug another notch deeper up Cheryl's ass. Cheryl's asshole began to stretch larger than it ever had before and the slight discomfort was growing more uncomfortable as it sunk in. Cheryl grew even more nervous, knowing the pain she was currently in, and also knowing there were two more notches to go. 

"Let me help you Cheryl," said Claude as she watched him pick up a small, egg-shaped object from his desk but she lost sight of it as Claude was behind her. She soon felt his hand pressing the egg in the top part of her pussy, near her clit, and felt Claude attach something to her to affix the egg in place. "This should help with the pain Cheryl," and she heard a click of a remote control and heard and felt the egg as it vibrated, causing an intense sensation of pleasure emanating from her pussy, spreading to her inner thighs, and shooting all over her body, including her ass. 

Claude waited just a moment, before explaining further, "Oh," he said matter-of-factly, "one more thing, your husband's investment company," described Claude to Cheryl as he sunk the butt-plug the third of four notches and Cheryl didn't know what she was feeling. The pressure from the butt-plug was forcing her clit to spread open over the vibrating egg emanating rocketing sensations through her body while she tried to focus on Claude's words, "I am a 51% owner of your husband's company." 

Claude paused, with 3/4th of the butt-plug inserted into Cheryl, along with the vibrating egg, he wanted her body to adjust to the new feelings growing within her. As for Cheryl, she had never felt anything so full, and while for some reason, it was not currently painful, it was a thick discomfort made only bearable by the vibrating egg on her clit. 

"So Cheryl," said Claude, his hand still on the butt-plug, "I control both your and your husband's sources of income, and so much more," he paused, still letting Cheryl both feel the pleasure-pain of the butt-plug mixed with the fear and anticipation of the final plunge, "I will need some work from you Cheryl, because," he paused his words and thrust the butt-plug all the way into Cheryl's ass, making her see stars as he body and mind spun around from the pleasure-pain intense feelings going back and forth between her ass, her pussy, and her whole body, "because, my dear Cheryl, your ass is mine," he stated emphatically as he fastened the belt positioning the egg on Cheryl's clit and keeping the butt-plug in Cheryl's ass. 

Cheryl tried to stand, but could not. The butt-plug stretched her ass apart painfully and standing upright intensified the pain. 

Claude sat behind his desk and pulled out a purple candle which he lit. A red-purplish flame exuded from the candle and Claude chanted, "Koulye a, anseye tankou si ou pa te gen okenn ploge ploge. Se sèlman santiman sou activation ze." [translates to: Now teach as if you had no butt-plug. Only feelings upon egg activation.] Cheryl was able to move now. She still felt a full feeling and was in disbelief she was able to stand erect, but she moved off to her class per Claude's direction as he waved his hand in dismissal. 

Cheryl taught her morning classes without issue, except for the brief moments when Claude flicked the toggle switch on the egg to stimulate Cheryl's pussy and cause her ass to feel as if it were going to explode. Those brief moments of pleasure and then pain, followed by intense pleasure as the anal plug forced her clit more firmly against the egg, and then nothing again as Claude turned off the egg and the spell was again reactivated. Cheryl anxiously awaited 11:30 to roll around when she would again speak with Claude. 

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Rob Thomson lay in his motel bed with his eyes still closed, thinking about the nights and days before. Each day, he drove to the next town with his list of clients and potential clients, but each day he was striking out. He was developing no new leads nor any increase of business. In fact, it felt as if he was losing more of his business and self to C.T. Conglomerate each day. In fact, the few new clients he did pick up only signed with him because of C.T. Conglomerate. 

Well, at least the motel had a nice bar, Rob thought to himself, with his eyes still closed. The drinks flowed well and he was feeling no pain the night before. In fact, Rob remembered some of the hot cute women from the night before at the bar. The bubble butts and nice full breasts of the sweet looking African American gals did something to Rob which he couldn't deny. Gosh, the fantasies that flowed through his mind about them, and Rob began to stretch his arms to the side and yawn to clear the cobwebs from his brain and open his eyes. 

Before Rob got his eyes open, Rob felt a body to both his left and right as he stretched his arms. He opened his eyes in a panic and saw the two young African American girls in bed with him naked, lying face down. Rob freaked out, wondering what happened the night before, but at the same time was admiring the naked black asses in the bed with him. 

Another thing bothering Rob at the moment now that he was waking up was an intense soreness in his ass, similar to the feeling one gets just after taking a really big #2 in the toilet that didn't want to come out. Rob's jaw also felt quite sore for some unknown reason. He just sat in bed trying to figure out where the soreness in his body came from as he admired the black asses to his left and right, all the while trying to remember Cheryl with fondness, but failing at the same time. 

Rob lay on his right shoulder, admiring the naked black form laying next to him when he felt arms begin to cuddle him from behind and the body slide up next to him from behind. A falsetto voice called to him from behind, "Mr. Thomson," it began to say, "you are such a sweet man, and you seem to love when I massage your prostrate," and Rob closed his eyes as he felt the fingers massaging his asshole, sliding in and out with a gel-like substance. Rob thought to himself, "That must be why my asshole feels sore..." 

The arms from behind began to position Rob so he head began to lean towards the other African American girl's ass. Her voice instructed, "Eat out her ass Rob..." and as he leaned forward towards her ass, his body began to move into a kneeling position in front of the girl fingering his ass. 

As Rob's face got closer to her ass, he kissed it and began to lick down it to get to her pussy. Rob closed his eyes and started licking down between the legs. He licked the asshole and began to lick down to where the pussy should be when he felt the girl kneeling behind him grip him around his waist. He then was shocked as he felt something pressing at his asshole. In a panic, he opened his eyes to the ass laying in front of him and he saw beneath the ass was a large pair of balls in a scrotum and a large black cock attached to it. 

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Rob froze as what he assumed was a giant cock behind him began to enter his asshole. He bit his lip to keep from screaming in pain as the cock began to plunge deep in his ass. He ashamedly also feared the pain was mixed with too much pleasure as his ass spread around the cock. Now he also guessed that this was the real reason his asshole was sore from the prior night. "Am I gay?" thought Rob as he enjoyed the feelings. 


Just then, the body his face was near began rolling over and Rob had his face near the other person's cock. Knowing now was his jaw was also sore, Rob complied when he heard the other person's voice order him to "Open that mouth bitch!!" and the other man's large cock started entering Rob's mouth. 

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Lisa Thomson was doing her homework on her laptop at school when she saw the URGENT NOTICE FROM BURSAR email arrive in her inbox. "What could this be?" thought Lisa. She clicked on the email and saw, to her dismay and panic, that her tuition payment was not processed or didn't go through, so she still owed the entire tuition bill. 

Lisa read further that if the balance was not paid, or a payment plan not set up, that she would be evicted from college housing and also kicked out of school. Lisa was confused. She called her father. 

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Rob Thomson looked at his cell phone and saw his daughter was calling. "Hi honey," Rob said meekly as he was still embarrassed from the night before, "how are you?" 

"Dad!" said Lisa in a panicked voice, "the school says the tuition wasn't paid! What is going on? They might kick me out!" she continued in a nervous and scared voice. 

Rob's ego was crushed. He knew now he was failing his family. C.T. Conglomerate was swallowing up all his revenues and profits, and now his children might be thrown out of school. "Lisa honey," began Rob, "are there any work study programs to help you with tuition?" he asked. 

"Work study?" asked Lisa incredulously, "What do you mean I have to work while in school daddy?" questioned Lisa somewhat in a spoiled tone. 

"Honey," explained Rob, "it is just for a little while. There are some restructurings at my current company and I'm adjusting. I will get things back to normal soon," said Rob while he thought, "I hope..." 

After the conversation with her father, Lisa went to her counselor. As she entered the office, the 

counselor informed Lisa that while her tuition was in arrears, she could only see the counselors from the tuition aid side of the school. That made her nervous as she heard about rough groups over there. She didn't want to be kicked out of school though, so she went. 

As Lisa walked towards the other office, she noticed most of the students in this side of campus (and it was a huge campus) were minority, especially black. Many of the African American boys had pants on too big without belts showing their asses. She tried to make her way to the guidance office as quietly and quickly as possible. 

"Look at this sweet white meat," heard Lisa as she walked towards the staircase to the old building the other counselor told her she had to go. She looked around to see if she could see who said it, but in her vicinity were at least 10-15 large black guys who ranged in looks from muscular and tough to skinny and nerdy. She had no idea who said it as ALL of them were staring at her as if they could see through her clothing. Lisa felt very uncomfortable. 

She found her way to the door and just as she was reaching to pull the door open, the door was kicked open from the inside and flew into her, knocking her backwards. She fell onto the ground and her legs splayed open, showing her panties as she wore a short mini-skirt. The catcalls from all the young black men were intense. 

"Nice legs!" "Great panties!" "Wrap those legs around me honey!" "Those titties are more than a mouthful and I like it!" "Those titties would look nice wrapped around my black cock!" 

Lisa shuddered and quickly regained her feet. Her books were scattered and as she scrambled to pick them up, she was surprised when the nerdy looking black guy, short, skinny, and glasses, bent over to help her get her books together. She gave him a curt smile, and started towards the door again. This time, the boy opened the door for her and she walked in. 

"I'm J," said the young man, "things can get a little rough over here. I've seen you as I've walked to some classes but I guess I have different classes as you never in my class," he continued in a friendly way, making small talk. 

Lisa stood nervously in front of 'J'. While she felt strange talking to this black guy, he did sort of protect her from the other larger guys. He didn't look so intimidating which was nice. The one other thing Lisa noticed about 'J' was that he looked her in the eye. Most of the college guys couldn't keep their heads looking forward, but instead wanted to stare at her breasts. It felt nice to be standing next to a guy who appreciated her as a person, even if he was black. 

"I'm Lisa," answered Lisa, "I'm umm... embarrassed but my financial aid..." 

"Lisa Thomson?" asked 'J' excitedly. 

"Umm... yes, how did..." started Lisa. 

"I'm sorry to cut you off, but I'm the student jobs assistant, so to speak. I try to get to know the potential student so we can best place the person in a job," explained 'J', "if that is what you need." 

"I really hate this," complained Lisa, "but my dad says if I want to stay in school, I have to." 

'J' eyed Lisa carefully without letting her know he was scoping her out. Her breasts were nice and full, probably 34DD's, she had a nice full ass and a small waist that did not appear to have had any childbirth, yet. She had nice legs, not too skinny, and not fat, but a nice muscular tone to them. And the mouth, it appeared functional and trainable. 

"... so, that's my story 'J'," said Lisa to 'J' who had not heard a word she was saying. 

"What a heart wrenching story," said 'J' empathetically without knowing anything Lisa said, "well, let's get to the office so I can let them know we've met up." 'J' then guided Lisa up the side stairs to an office labeled, Financial Aid and Counseling. 'J' took a pad from the person behind the desk and let the person know he was taking Lisa to the interview room. 

"Please fill out this experience sheet," requested 'J' to Lisa. He actually knew she had no experience but wanted to further put the idea in her head that she was at his mercy for a job. 

Lisa read through the questions. There were areas asking about machinery she had never worked with, like backhoes, tractors, to computer skills, which she didn't feel confident enough to put down. She handed 'J' back the questionnaire, almost empty. 'J' smiled as the application had been specifically designed for Lisa to emphasize how little in skills she had for normal jobs. The form omitted anything at which she was remotely good. 

"Well Lisa," stated 'J' in a calm voice, with a disappointed tone, "there are only three jobs I can allow you to perform for tuition reimbursement, and the on pays too little (cafeteria worker part-time), so that leaves the remaining two." 

Lisa was panicking as she had never really worked a job, and didn't want to be kicked out of school for being behind on payments, "What are the jobs 'J'?" she asked. 

"Well Lisa, it really only looks like one job is good for you, nurse's assistant," explained 'J'. "The other job would involve working with three of the five boys who were rude to you earlier, so I don't think that is a great idea." 

"You're right 'J'," said Lisa happily, "thank you for thinking of me." 

"But of course, Lisa," stated 'J' calmly, "this is the best for everyone. I will contact the lead nurse to set your training up and then hopefully you can get started soon." 

"Thank you 'J', I'm going to head to class now," said Lisa and she walked out the door. 

As soon as Lisa walked out the door, 'J' picked up the phone and dialed a number... <ring> <ring> 

"Yes, 'J', how can I help you?" asked the deep baritone voice of Claude Johnston. 

"Sir," began 'J', "Lisa Thomson just completed her job selection. She will begin interning as a nurse's assistant soon." 

"Good, good," said Claude's voice from the other end of the phone, "my nephew has been asking about his next nurse, and I'm happy it will be Cheryl Thomson's daughter." 

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She did make it through her morning classes, although the students did look at her strangely each time Claude flickered the egg and activating her sensations, but the time finally arose. and then she made her way down to Claude's office. Cheryl walked into Claude's office. She thought she heard Claude say something like, "Cheryl Thomson's daughter," but that couldn't be right. 

"Claude?" she asked toward the form of Claude Johnston hanging up the phone. 

An annoyed look fell over Claude's face, and he motioned for Cheryl to close the door, and at the moment he heard the door click shut, he suddenly appeared directly in front of Cheryl. She could not believe the speed with which he moved, for any age, but for an old man like Claude, she was shocked. 

Claude raised his arm and before Cheryl had a chance to react, she felt the sting of his hand slapping her face, and her head rung and put her in a daze from the force of the blow. 

"YOU FUCKING SLUT!!" bellowed Claude at Cheryl, "HOW ARE YOU TO ADDRESS ME?!?!?" 

Still in a daze, Cheryl remembered quickly, and sobbed out tearfully, "MASTER JOHNSTON!! I'm so sorry Master Johnston!!" 

Claude opened his hand in front of him, facing upward, and said, "Lè yo respire, ou tèt ou ak nanm yo m 'yo." [TRANSLATION: Upon inhaling, your mind and soul are mine] and he blew into the top of his hand and a powder flew into Cheryl's face to which she began coughing and sputtering but she had taken a big amount into her system. 

Even in her daze, Cheryl asked, "Master Johnston, did you mention my daughter as I was entering?" 

Claude smiled, and paused, letting the magic powder and spell continue to work away at the conscience and willpower of Cheryl, and he answered, "Yes, Cheryl, why do you ask?" and at that moment he began unbuckling his pants and letting them drop to the floor, his massive cock, the same size as the wooden cock Cheryl had swallowed in class, was extending in front of him. Cheryl couldn't take her eyes off of it. It was inhumanly large. But she had this feeling that she had to defend her daughter. 

"She's my daughter, Master Johnston," started Cheryl in a plead, but after she finished that part of her thought, she couldn't remember why she should object or defend her daughter anymore. 

"Yes Cheryl," stated Claude matter-of-factly, "she is YOUR daughter. She had large full breasts, not as nice as yours' as she hasn't had children, yet, and her hips and ass are well-formed as well. Isn't that the truth Mrs. Thomson?" 

Cheryl's mind screamed at her that she should be offended with what Claude was saying, but for some reason, all she could do was nod her head in assent. 

"Remove the dildo from your ass Mrs. Thomson," commanded Claude. 

Cheryl reached back and began to pull out the dildo, until Claude stopped her and asked her to put it in again. "Come over here Cheryl," mentioned Claude, and he guided her to in between two mirrors. "Now pull it out." 

Cheryl again reached back to pull out the dildo, but it was erotically strange to be in between the two mirrors. She could look straight ahead and see the reflection from the mirror behind her showing her hand pulling the large dildo from her ass. The eroticism of her asshole puckering and gripping the dildo being pulled from her ass created a strange tingling in her pussy. She had the dildo almost halfway out when Claude spoke again. 

"Hold it there," commanded Claude and he walked towards Cheryl and began pouring lubricant on the dildo, and then he spoke, "now, push it in slowly two notches, then out one notch, then in three notches..." 

Cheryl tried to do as Claude commanded while standing between the two mirrors. The strangeness of her, a professional woman, being reduced to plunging a massive dildo up her ass while being turned on watching herself do it was not lost on her emotions. The in and out action was causing a fire to build up in her pussy also, as the size of the dildo pushed her pussy together and caused friction on her clit. Cheryl was in disbelief that the tinges of an orgasm were building inside of her. 

Claude rushed upon her again, turning her around so her hands were placed on a desk, leaning forward. She felt something large and hard pressuring upon her asshole. It had a fleshy feeling and she felt it pushing inside of her. She realized it must be Claude's cock and she resigned herself to whatever fate befell her, whether it was being ripped in two, death from fucking, or whatever else might happen. 

Cheryl grimaced in expectant pain as she feel the massive fleshy tube spreading her asshole apart. To her surprise, although she felt a stretching unlike that which she had ever felt, the daze in her brain didn't register the pain. Instead, as if her body had been trained to like this, Cheryl felt the pressure of Claude's massive cock spreading her asshole so wide, that the internal space between her ass and pussy was completely filled and the friction against her clit was activated. Contrary to the expected pain, Cheryl's body racked with pleasure as her body had never been so full in such a new way. 

As Claude continued to pound his fat, hard, incredible cock into Cheryl's ass, Cheryl began to fall limply against the desk she was bent over. <SLAP> <SLAP> <SLAP> was the sound of Claude's belly as he thrust in and out of Cheryl's ass. "Mrs. Thomson," stated Claude as he continued fucking Cheryl, "I have plans for you, which is why your income has dropped, ungh, ungh, yes, you bitch, your ass is meant to be ripped open by my cock!!" 

Cheryl, while on one hand was glad she wasn't being orally banged daily [See earlier chapters of The Janitor is King], she was concerned about these new plans. Well, concerned wasn't really the word, her mind and body was a total mush of fuck jelly right now. 

"You see Cheryl," continued Claude, "I think Lisa is going to make the perfect income replacement for you and Rob. And Rob is really a disappointment," finished Claude as his cock seemed to grow even thicker and harder and Cheryl felt jet after jet of cum pumping inside her ass as she collapsed like a lifeless doll on the floor next to the desk. Cheryl knew she should object to something, but could only lay there on the floor, cum dripping out of her ass. 

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Lisa Thomson entered the room which "J" had directed her to go for the initial process of her work study program. Lisa Thomson is the daughter of Cheryl and Rob Thomson and was now at University with her older brother. She was a freshman. Until this point, her father was a successful businessman but they recently moved to Georgia for a new job her mother obtained teaching after she finished her new Online Masters Degree. Unfortunately for the Thomsons, Claude Johnston, known as the "janitor" of the town had plans for all the white people he brought to Potoxy, GA. 


Inside the room was the first white woman, other than herself, she had seen on this side of campus. She felt more at ease and comfortable instantly. The woman, strikingly beautiful with auburn-red hair stood and introduced herself. The woman looked like a cross between Mary Jane Watson from the Spider-Man comics and the redhead from "How I Met Your Mother". Lisa wasn't a lesbian, but even she had to admire the body of the woman, while her face, while still beautiful, gave off a more innocent aura than the sexiness her body exuded. 

"Hi," the woman said as she stood to shake hands, "I'm Susan MacNealy. I came over to this side of campus to give you another white face to look at as I've read about your prior predjudices," she said in a scornful voice. 

Lisa looked fearfully at the woman and replied questioningly, "Predjudices???" even though what Mrs. MacNealy said was true. 

"Really Lisa??" responded Susan in a cold tone, "are you really going to deny you called your father complaining about all the 'N-worded' students here at the University?" 

"How did you...," Lisa began to ask before being cut off by Mrs. MacNealy. 

"Know that you're racist self-entitled, smug, and bitchy?" injected Susan meanly. Susan actually didn't really want to do this to Lisa, but knew the consequences if she didn't. Susan was an undercover federal agent and had spent the last four years building a case of corruption against CT Conglomerate. She couldn't show mercy on Lisa and blow her cover. "Anyhow," Susan continued, "there are nurse assistant shifts at three locations. In order to fulfill your tuition requirements with the fewest hours, I'm recommending you assist at the CT Fellow Hospital." 

"Isn't the CT Fellow Hospital a University sponsored hospital for the elderly of the inner city?" asked Lisa with a combination of fear and disdain in her voice. 

"Yes, Lisa, it is," answered Susan coldly, "but if you want to pay off your tuition," continued Susan, while also thinking that this could help her investigation as well, "then this is almost your only option," concluded Susan while handing Lisa a packet of papers. "Please fill out the following paperwork." 

Susan left the room and Lisa took the packet back to her dorm room to fill out. In her rush, she didn't notice the Post-It note on the right side of the package. It read, "Lisa, meet me (Susan MacNealy) at 6:30pm at the University lawn." As Lisa rushed out the door, the note blew off the package before she read it. "J", who was trailing Lisa to ensure completion of this step, found the note, and called Claude Johnston immediately. 

"Yes, my king," said 'J' into the phone, "yes, she met with Mrs. MacNealy, and the conversation went according to script. I'm calling to fill you in on something," he stated, "yes, Mrs. MacNealy left Lisa a note to meet her this evening." 

'J' stood in silence listening to the instructions from the other side of the phone and he went off to find Lisa. 

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Cheryl woke the day following being anally plowed by Master Johnston in a state of aching discomfort. Although the time during the anal sex was an intense mixture of pain, pleasure, and a helplessness that added eroticism, her ass felt on fire and in pain this morning. She looked to the other side of the bed, which lay empty as Rob was still traveling. She wondered how he was doing while at the same time didn't really care. So much had happened since he went on his trip. 

First, the "date", then that crazy video which made it look like she was the perpetrator during the date, then the oral sex, all of which defined her as a whore because she was paid. Finally, the latest total submission to Master Johnston for his anal fucking of her into a ball of senseless fuck-mush. What worried her about it was although he did cast some sort of a spell on her, was it the spell, or her desire that made her react that way??? 

He did blow some dust in her face and utter some words, but did it really have any effect? Was it the spell or his commanding presence that caused her to submit? He does tower over her with his massive hulking frame, even if he is thin and fit, he is still at least a foot taller and definitely much heavier than her. 

Cheryl was thinking deeply about everything that had happened since she and Rob moved to Potoxy, GA. Was the debauchery created by some mystical forces of some unknown or unquantifiable power? Or, and this is the thought that scared Cheryl the most, were all of her actions taken in free will with mere suggestions which Cheryl received in her mind as permission to be the whore she wanted to be? 

Even from that awful "date" she went on for Lateesha, the disfigured young man didn't physically force her to do anything. He asked her if he could masturbate in front of her. Lateesha had set her up to expect that, but she was the one who did comply. Cheryl went through each event: the pipe ceremony in the classroom, the debt-repayment oral and breast sex, and even the anal sex with Master Johnston; all of them occurred because she agreed for it to happen. 

Cheryl came to this awful realization, but decided she needed to get up and get ready to teach school that day, even through her discomfort. She went down and made herself a coffee, and even though she knew the origin of the cream in the container Claude gave to her [see Chapter 1 of The Janitor is King for background on the cream], she still poured some in her coffee and sat there in thought. Cheryl even had to admit there was no magical power in Claude's cum laden cream in her coffee. If anything, it only unlocked her womanhood and made her yearn for sexuality. 

After getting dressed and on her drive to the school, Cheryl thought about when the sexuality with Rob waned and why. Come to think of it, the reduction in sexuality with Rob occurred a few classes into her Online Masters Degree in Education. They inquired about scheduling and free days, and she even conversations with other students about intimacies with their significant others and they all lamented that class nights always seemed to change and reschedule on nights they usually had their intimacies. Even after she finished the program and got the job in Potoxy, Cheryl was busy with the move, and Rob was busy rearranging the schedule, so they never had any sex. 

It made sense why Cheryl had been so weak sexually and succumbed to the different events. Her body must have been like some sort of powder keg. She had often read that a woman began reaching her sexual peak at her age where a man's sexual peak was far earlier. Well, the terrible events had happened. Cheryl came to realize and came to the acceptance that she HAD behaved like a slut, but that she DID want to make things work with Rob, if only for the children. She would put an end to the blackmail from Claude today, to hell with the consequences. 

She pulled into the school driveway but, for the first time, there was a parking spot open away from Claude's office door. She quickly pulled into that spot, gathered her things and walked into the school by the front door for a change. "Wow," thought Cheryl, "today really is turning over a new leaf." Just after Cheryl walked in the front door, she heard a voice calling out to her and she turned and saw Mr. White, the principal. 

"Mrs. Thomson, good morning," said Mr. White. "I'm glad I saw you first this morning," he continued, "you see, you may not recognize Claude this morning as he is dressed in clerical garb." 

"Clerical garb? What do you mean?" inquired Cheryl. 

"You see Mrs. Thomson," explained Mr. White, "Mrs. Carter's first day is today, and while he does not currently have a congregation, Reverend Johnston, which is Claude's name when he has his clerical garb on, is an ordained Baptist Minister." 

"Claude is a minister?" asked Cheryl incredulously and angrily, "what do you mean he is a minister?" she continued. 

"I've seen the paperwork," explained Mr. White further, "and the man can recite any verse of the bible he chooses to recite. He's very knowledgable." [Of course, one thing neither Cheryl nor Mr. White knew was that when you've lived for nearly two hundred years, as Claude has, you can learn quite a few things.] Mr. White continued, "Claude just asked me to tell you that you are free to teach your class today as you see fit. He might send you a text message is all he told me." 

Cheryl walked towards her class. She was confused and elated all at the same time. On one hand, she had shared a moment of unwanted intimacy with Claude that she thought needed to be addressed, but on the other hand, she now could avoid him all day without any fear of repercussion as he hinted in his message from Mr. White that he didn't want to see her today. She walked into her class happily. 

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Claude Johnston rose from his seat and approached Kristin Carter as she entered his office. The office bore no resemblance to the time Cheryl Thomson had last been there. Gone from sight were the voodoo dolls and trinkets and the office resembled a miniature chapel more so than either a janitor's office or a voodoo shrine. 

The firm breasted brunette woman with an incredibly shapely ass blushed innocently and said in a southern drawl, "Well, I wouldn't-a-believed it had I not seen it. A chapel in a public school. This makes me so happy Reverend Johnston." 

Claude looked calmly and serenely at Mrs. Carter and said, "Yes, my child," in a reassuring tone, "since we hired you, the school has not only installed a chapel, but also has brought me in to be an interim minister," he explained. "I know you are from Mississippi, but I doubt you saw many black people in your Methodist Church. I hope my practicing of Baptist is close enough for you," said Claude in a hopeful tone, but he cared little what she really thought. 

Mrs. Carter knew that Baptist was Evangelical, and she knew she would never have the chance of a church chapel in any other public school she might apply for, so she didn't question nor care about the differences between Methodist and Baptist. 

Claude poured himself a cup of coffee. He looked at Mrs. Carter and told her, "The best coffee in the south is grown here, do you like coffee?" he asked, already knowing the answer. 

"No thank you Reverend Johnston, I will probably just have water today," answered Kristin Carter. 

"Why only water today?" asked Claude in a concerned voice. 

"I'm a big aloe drink aficionado," explained Mrs. Carter, "and I haven't found my drink nor my brand yet here in Potoxy." 

Claude smiled widely, his white teeth contrasting nearly completely against his black face, and he answered in a nearly laughing tone, "The Online Academy of Education informed me of your favorite drink of aloe, and while I could not get your brand, I had some freshly squeezed drinks made for you today." 

Claude handed Kristin a tall glass of a drink. Kristin looked at the contents of the drink through the clear glass and saw about two-thirds of it was a greenish and what appeared to be aloe drink and the top one-third was a creamy white substance. Claude explained that since the drinks were freshly squeezed, in order to preserve the freshness and add a bit of flavor, that he splurged for her and topped off each drink with coconut cream and juice, blended with a pinch of special salt. 

"Have you ever tasted coconut cream juice?" asked Claude while already knowing the answer. He laughed at the ease with which he could find out nearly every detail about every student of the Online Academy by posting online surveys for extra credit. He posted surveys on drinks, fruits, sex acts, sex days, nearly every detail of everyone's life, people shared as long as you put it in an innocent survey. In fact, he also knew that today was the normal day of the week that Mrs. Carter and her husband made love as he traveled many other days of the week, which is why he had her travel to Potoxy today to begin. 

"I have not, Reverend Johnston, but I really do appreciate the effort you've gone to make me feel comfortable," answered Kristin Carter. 

"You really have no idea what you're missing," said Claude as he handed Kristin the aloe drink filled with the third of his cum loads first. He didn't want to make the same mistake he made with Cheryl and have her throat nearly close up and have her passed out for the first part of the day. 

Kristin put the drink to her lips, and took a sip, just of the cream first. It had a little bit of a creamy texture and the hint of salt Reverend Johnston mentioned to her. Claude looked at her and said, "Drink up, drink up," and he laughed a little bit, "I told Mr. White that today we were going to do a bible study, and he said ok, as long as you get a good lesson plan ready for tomorrow. And remember, we have three drinks here for you." 

Kristin looked at the drink, and finished it in two big gulps. Claude smiled and told her to start on her second while he went and prepared her a fourth glass as it was going to be a long day of bible study. 

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Rob Thomson was feeling lost. He couldn't earn enough to keep his daughter Lisa and his son Rob in school. It seemed with every lost sale, more and more of his business percentage was going to CT Conglomerate. He had failed at all four sales calls he had been on in South Carolina, and he was about ready to come honest with Cheryl about the situation, and maybe that they needed to leave Potoxy and start over again. 

Just then the phone rang, he looked at the caller ID and it was Lisa, and he feared what he would tell her. He answered and said, "Hi honey, how are you?" 

"Dad, I think I found a work study," answered Lisa, "but it is working at a hospital for old black men," she said worriedly. 

Rob was so glad that the tuition for Lisa seemed to now be covered, that he didn't really process where she would be working. "That's great honey!" was all he said, while his thoughts were focused on how he could salvage something of his business he spent much of his life building. 

"Daddy...," whined Lisa in her girlish voice when she had to do something she didn't want to do, "why do I have to do this???" she asked. 

Rob reflected and was embarrassed and ashamed. He worked hard much of his life so that he could build something of a business income and nest egg so his kids wouldn't have to worry about college expenses. He had signed away that part of his life based on an embarrassing menage e trois with what he THOUGHT was two young women, which turned out to be transsexual males. 

"Lisa honey," explained Rob, "daddy's business is challenging right now, and I'm building a new structure, but I think everything is going to be alright," he said aloud although not really believing any of it himself. 

"Daddy," whined Lisa again, "this is terrible!! I hate this!!" and then she hung up the phone. 

Rob kept driving along the interstate highway and he got a text. Although he knew the dangers, he read the text while driving as the road was nearly empty. "MEET US AT TWINKLE CLUB AT 1PM - CT Conglomerate" was the message of the text. 

Rob looked at the clock which read 11:30am. He was worried. He had no idea what or where this Twinkle Club was. He typed the information for the club into his GPS and started on his way. He felt lucky he would be to the club around 12:30, which was fortunate as he didn't want to be late. Rob even sped a little of the way, luckily he didn't get pulled over. 

Rob saw the sign for Twinkle Club in the distance. He was a bit shocked and dismayed as it appeared to be some sort of strip club. He could see the sign from the highway in bright lights that said "TWINKLE CLUB" and then a smaller sign below that with flashing red lights read, "Live Dancers". "What and the hell have I gotten into?" thought Rob as he took the exit, pulled into the driveway, and parked the car. 

Curiously enough to Rob, the parking lot was surprisingly full for a rough gravel land plot of a parking lot surrounding what appeared to be large shack with a slanted tin roof. As Rob approached the door, a slender woman (or transsexual man, Rob didn't know for sure) came rushing to him. 

"Are you Rob Thomson?" the manly voice trying to speak in a high falsetto asked him. 

Rob nervously said, "Yes..." and was about to say more and ask questions about what was going on but the person quickly grabbed Rob by the arm and started rushing towards the building, yelling out: 

"He's here! He's here!! Let's help him get ready for the meeting!!" and Rob actually picked up the pace as well with the person guiding him as he wanted to make his best impression today as well. 

Upon opening the door, what looked like a shack from the outside was a luxuriously looking entrance on the inside leading to a staircase going down to a large club-type room with a bar, a stage, and lots of tables surrounding the stage. The person guiding him looked at him and said, "Mr. Thomson, I understand this is an important meeting. If I were you, I would wash up, even shower before the meeting," and he guided Rob to the men's room area which had a locker facility and shower. 

Rob was a bit nervous getting naked to shower in a place he just learned about, but he trusted that they seemed to have the meeting in mind. He did decide to undress and then he stepped into the quite nice shower and it was very refreshing. He heard someone yell into him that they were going to press his clothing while he showered. He felt so lucky to be taken care of this way. 

Rob felt so refreshed stepping out of the shower and he toweled off to get dry. He looked around for his clothing but there was only a pair of small thong underpants with sparkling star shapes in the gusset area of the crotch. He looked at the clock and it was getting close to 1pm and he was nervous. He yelled out: 

"DO YOU HAVE MY CLOTHES READY???" 

Two feminine forms rushed into the area where he dried himself and they were carrying makeup compacts and powder containers. "Yes, yes, almost ready Mr. Thomson, we had to help you prepare!!" they both said in a hurried voice as they began applying powder and base makeup to Rob's body and face. Rob flinched a bit when one of the "girls" took out an eyeliner pencil and began drawing on the underside and also from the sides of his eyes. Finally, they both said, "There, and just in the nick of time!" in an almost sweet falsetto voiced harmony. 

One of them held a mirror in front of Rob's face. While he did not like how the makeup added a feminine look to him, he had to admit that he did look, at least facially, better than he did in his late teens or early twenties. One of the makeup artists pointed down a dark hallway indicating where Rob's clothes were. 

Rob walked down the dark hallway. He could see a chair with his clothing lit up in the distance. It was almost as if a spotlight was shining down on the chair with his clothes. He rushed forward to the chair, still embarrassed by the sequined panties he was wearing and wanting to get dressed for his meeting. Just as Rob was about to grab the chair as he rushed forward, the chair slid away from him and it seemed as if all the lights in the room turned on. He felt the heat of the lights focused on him. 

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Rob cowered in fear, standing there in the sequined panties, intense lighting focused on him. Suddenly, music started playing and a loud voice suddenly boomed over a loud-speaker, "AND NOW... FOR THE MAIN ATTRACTION!! OUR NEWEST ADDITION AND STAR DANCER TO THE TWINKLE CLUB, POWDER-PUFF BI-cuRIOUS ROB THOMSON!!" 


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'J', who spoke at length with Claude Johnston about the Susan MacNealy situation and what to do about it, found Lisa and approached her mid-afternoon. "Hi Lisa," he said gently, trying to gain her trust, "how was your meeting?" 

Lisa looked nervously at 'J', but also seemed to think he had her best interests at heart since he had helped her already, answered, "She was really mean, and pretty much told me I have to work at the old nig-, um... elderly African American hospital for my work study." Lisa really had to catch herself. "Was she really that predjudiced?" thought Lisa, "She almost said the 'N' word right here in front of 'J' and he was black and had helped her. She was going to really work on this." 

'J' looked at Lisa in silence for a moment. He liked this Lisa, but also saw her for the racist bitch she was. Any hesitation he had before about the current plans for Lisa were instantly erased by her almost calm way of degrading and demeaning those of his race. But, he had to put on a smiley-face to sell the job, and also to set the other plan in motion. 

'J' held the note out to Lisa, and explained, "One of my friends who saw you leave the building with Mrs. MacNealy said this blew off from your papers as you stepped outside," and 'J' handed her the note. 

Lisa read the note and realized she didn't have much time to get ready and get to the meeting with Mrs. MacNealy. She looked back at 'J' and said, "Thank you so much 'J'!! You're a lifesaver!!" and she started to reach to hug him because of the joy and relief but then caught herself. 

'J' just calmly stood in front of Lisa, and said, "If I were white, I think you would have hugged me," and he looked down in feigned sadness. 

"But, I...," stammered Lisa, knowing that what 'J' said was true, but embarrassed at being called out so openly about it. 

'J' then reached his arms gently around Lisa and gave her a slight squeeze against his surprisingly firm and muscular body, even though he was relatively short and small compared to the athletes, and he whispered in Lisa's ear, "There, it isn't so bad, is it???" and he then stepped back. 

Lisa squirmed at first but then relaxed in silent submission as 'J' gave her the slight hug. But he was right, it wasn't so bad. "You're right 'J', not so bad," and she giggled. 

'J' looked at Lisa with a concerned look and quickly stated and asked, "Lisa, I didn't read the note, but I just want you to be safe with Mrs. MacNealy, does the note have anything to do with her?" 

Lisa looked at 'J', who she now seemed to trust and be able to confide in, "Yes, she wants me to meet her later on today, why?" 'J' again looked saddened and at odds, to which Lisa quickly asked, "What's wrong 'J'?" 

"You see Lisa," explained 'J', "I really shouldn't tell you this, but Mrs. MacNealy had a psychotic split about two years ago. She got medical attention and was cleared, but had these fantasies of being a secret agent. To make matters worse, her ancestry has some KKK members so she's combining faking being a federal agent with going after black groups." 

"That's terrible 'J'," answered Lisa, now starting to see and believe the inequities faced by non-whites. "But how does she still work here?" asked Lisa. 

'J' looked at Lisa, and said, "Well, her family goes back awhile as big donors, so they just found her a job where she can hopefully do the least damage, but it is just hurtful," and 'J' feigned sadness and even tried to cry. 

Lisa felt angry that privilege, even the same privilege that she enjoyed, was so blatantly used. She didn't know 'J' was lying to her, so she still asked, "What do you want me to do?" 

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Susan MacNealy actually was an undercover agent working on dismantling CT Conglomerate, and waited on Lisa to further explain the next step of which Lisa would hopefully help in return for leniency on her loans. Susan had already scoped out the area for recording devices and set up a perimeter of electronic dead zone to prevent transmission of electronic sound devices. 

Lisa arrived to the meeting place a few minutes late and saw Susan. "Hi Mrs. MacNealy," she said, "I'm sorry I'm late. I rushed over as fast as I could." 

Susan was friendly this time, to Lisa's surprise, "Thank you Lisa for coming. I'm sorry I had to be so cold to you earlier." 

Lisa turned so she was facing sideways, her right shoulder and her purse closest to Mrs. MacNealy. She looked over her right shoulder at her and asked, "What do you mean?" 

"Can I trust you on this?" asked Susan MacNealy, using her skills as an agent to try and build an asset, but not knowing that the asset had already been turned against her. 

"Trust you?" asked Lisa in feigned innocence, and she continued, being scripted by 'J' as to what the conversation might be, "Whatever do you mean?" 

Susan went into detail about the suspected crimes, coverup, and continued management of a crime syndicate perpetrated by CT Conglomerate. Lisa listened in surprise, but what Susan didn't know was that the surprise wasn't about the crimes she was describing, but it was that Lisa thought Susan really was a mean racist trying to hurt the black community. Lisa even gained more empathy to the African Americans listening to Susan's story. 

"But, what can I do?" asked Lisa, trying to still stay in act. 

Susan answered quickly, "Lisa, the men at the hospital are not just old innocent men, but hardened criminals. I need you to gather as much intel about them as possible for the crimes. I don't want you to risk your life doing anything dangerous, but your tuition will be fully paid if you make three visits a week for two to three hours per visit." 

Lisa pretended to be both scared and happy as 'J' told her to be. 'J' had already promised her a better deal and given her $100 of upfront cash as proof of the deal struck. 'J's deal involved taping this meeting with Susan, of which she had an old Sony Walkman recorder taping the meeting, and still going to the hospital for three visits a week. Lisa was so happy she met 'J'. 

Lisa stayed silent for two minutes as 'J' instructed her to do, and then she answered, "For our country, I will do this," and she shook hands with Susan MacNealy. 

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Lisa found 'J' not long after the meeting and handed him the Sony Walkman. 

"Did I do ok?" asked Lisa. 

"You did PERFECTLY," answered 'J', "and I'm sure those harmless old geezers at the hospital will be so happy under your care." 

'J' hugged Lisa again. Lisa wasn't sure why, but she didn't flinch or pull away this time. 

"Thanks again Lisa," said 'J' as he separated from the hug, "you did GREAT work!!" 

Lisa stood alone in the school corridor where she met 'J' thinking about the hug. "Why did he hug me?" she thought, "And why did it feel natural this time?" and then she felt a bit ashamed as she thought, "And why do I keep thinking about him hugging me?" 

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Kristin Carter, the beautiful new teacher, was sitting with Claude Johnston and laughing (while also now on her third, and most potent cup of coffee and 'cream'.) "What are you calling this thesis again Reverend? I really cannot believe our discussion went to this topic," she stated in a giggle, she then picked up a piece of paper and began to fan the air towards her face. "It seems to have gotten hot in here," she said. 

Reverend Johnston laughed again in a deep bellyful laugh and replied, "The conversation I guess has taken us there, to hotness, but not to fiery damnation of course," and then he answered, "the thesis is, 'The Whores and Rapists in Jesus' Bloodline'." 

The coffee seemed to stick in Mrs. Carter's throat. In fact, it was the potent load of Claude Johnston's cum used as coffee cream which was sticking in her throat, but she honestly believed it was from the clench of surprise and shock of him mentioning again the title of his thesis. She tried to answer, "Gllubpp...," then she paused, tried to swallow and said, "Mmmlp," Kristin shook her head, gulping multiple times. 

Claude, seeing her struggle, handed Kristin a small glass filled with a clearish-yellow fluid. "I'm sorry, I must not have prepared the cream well-enough for you. This yellow juice can help wash it down. It is from the same root that feeds the cream maker. I'd recommend gulping it down, the taste and smell can be pretty bad, unfortunately." 

Mrs. Carter took the glass and poured the fluid into her mouth. Again she tried to swallow, and while it did dilute the cream in her throat, she had to swish around the foul tasting and pungent smelling yellowish fluid in her mouth until she was finally able to swallow everything altogether. She looked at Reverend Johnston, and apologized and felt a bit in a daze, but then she remembered her thoughts and asked, "What do you mean, whores and rapists?" 

"Kristin," began Claude, "did David not commit adultery and bang to Bathsheba? Was not Tamar, who disguised herself as a whore, a Canaanite and clearly African American, or black, to put it bluntly? In other words, in addition to being whores and rapists, Jesus' ancestors were black, meaning Jesus was black." 

Kristin Carter sat in an awed daze. Everything said to her was absolutely true. She could not deny any of it, even had she been in a right state of mind. The fact that she had just swallowed a large amount of Claude's cum and urine only made her mind more suggestable. It made sense to Kristin, although she had never thought of it before, that yes, Jesus was in all likelihood black or at the least, multiracial. 

"Of course, it makes sense that as the white Catholics and Protestants took over Christianity, that in embarrassment over their puny manhoods, that they would seek to hide the black presence and dominance over sexuality," explained Reverend Johnston, and he reached out his hand and gave something to Kristin, "here, have a breath mint." 

Claude had the mints made up as Peppermint outsides with a concentrate of his special cum cream on the inside. He would just keep her here talking long enough to get through the outer shell of the breath mint. Once she hit the concentrate, she would be suggestable. She probably was already suggestable enough now, but Claude wanted to be careful not to form barriers that would take time to undo. 

"Yes," said Kristin in a slightly slurred voice, "I guess it would make sense that Jesus might be black, at least partially." She took the breath mint and popped it in her mouth. She was happy to get the acrid taste of the yellow fluid out of her mouth using the mint. "What is this talk about puny manhoods though?" asked Kristin curiously. 

"Ah hah!!" laughed Claude aloud, "You ARE paying attention Kristin Carter!! Could I ask you a somewhat personal question Kristin?" asked Claude. 

They had spent much of the day together. Kristin had already had three of Claude's cum loads of cream in her coffee as well as an extremely concentrated shot of urine, all items from his penis. Of course, she was not aware of that intimacy, but she was unsure of how to handle the current question. "What do you mean to ask Reverend Johnston?" she asked, thinking it best to answer a question with another question as she had been taught. 

"We will discuss further in a few moments. How was your trip here?" he asked. 

"It was fine, thank you," answered Kristin, but she couldn't get the idea of the 'puny manhoods' out of her head for some reason. The breath mint was feeling so good in her mouth, she felt it getting smaller and more brittle, and decided to bite it to finish it up. Upon biting into the mint, she felt a cream filling coat her tongue and it was like a mixture of a jolt of electricity as well as the aftershock of a thunderclap, filling her body with a sense of excitement mixed with a deadening of the feelings. 

Reverend Johnston took Kristin's arm and guided her into the next room, which had eight students in it; four black male students and four white male students. Reverend Johnston asked the group what they were reading as he and Mrs. Carter entered the room. 

"Pastor," said one of the white males, "we are reading from Ezekiel." 

"What verse?" asked Claude. 

"We just finished the 18th verse of Chapter 23 Reverend Johnston," said one of the black males. 

Claude handed the bible to Kristin and said, "Please read the 19th and 20th verses Mrs. Carter." 

Kristin picked up the bible, found her place and read, "19 Yet she became more and more promiscuous as she recalled the days of her youth, when she was a prostitute in Egypt. 20 There she lusted after her lovers, whose genitals were like those of donkeys and whose emission was like that of horses." Kristin grew even paler after reading the verses. 

Reverend Johnston looked at everyone and stated, "Let's discuss, first you Mrs. Carter, what do you think about this?" 

"Ummm..., the genitals the size of donkeys and emissions like that of horses, I believe that is symbolism, isn't it?" Kristin Carter both stated and asked. 

Reverend Johnston exuberantly stated, "What a great topic! There we have it, and assignment for tomorrow. Is Ezekiel Chapter 23 verse 20 symbolism or reality of African Americans? You four," Claude said while pointing at the white students, "you take the symbolism side of the argument while you four," he said pointing at the black students, "you take the factual argument side." 

Just then the bell to end the school day rang. Claude looked at everyone, and laughed, saying, "I guess further discussion of the African American donkey-sized genitalia spurting horse-sized loads of cum similar to a firehose will have to wait until tomorrow." The boys ran out of the classroom quickly leaving Claude and Kristin Carter in the room. 

The room was spinning for Kristin Carter and she called out for help just as she began to pass out. Claude reached out and caught her saying, "I've got you Mrs. Carter, I've got you." The school medical staff entered the room as well as the tech staff entered carrying her laptop. Claude instructed the tech staff on an advanced redirect virus that would send her to a specific site when she searched for certain items. 

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Cheryl Thomson passed the classroom and saw Mrs. Carter fall into Master Johnston's arms. Part of her felt relief that it seemed as if her times of torment had ended while another part of her felt sadness what seemed to be a loss of attention that she had been getting. 

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Susan McNealy opened up her file on CT Conglomerate. She had a wall with punch tabs holding up the connections between the different organizations of which she was aware. From the secrecy and lack of answering any questions whenever she would inquire, she felt it was well established and instilled fear into businesses about potential retaliation. 

Of course, from her management's perspective, the lack of answering questions meant there was nothing that could be proven and they might soon have to drop the case. 

"SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!" thought Susan to herself as the last two years of her life had been piecing together a strange black hole of information. Just enough to give her the sense that something wasn't right, but not enough to do any definitive action. 

Susan read through the files. For some reason, she just had a strange instinct to look at Potoxy, GA. She reviewed the files and saw nothing extraordinary, except that the population remained fairly constant. People even moved to that god-forsaken area of Georgia. 

"Hmmm... this is new," thought Susan, "two families have moved to Potoxy in the last year. Before that, it was on average one family every two years. Ah, and it looks as if the thing in common with the two families is the Online Academy of Education, run by some Gerald White." 

Susan did a little more digging and found that two of the graduates of "Online Academy of Education", a Cheryl Thomson moved there earlier this year and a Kristin Carter just recently moved there. Hmmm... looking at the files, before this year, only one family moved about every three years. Susan looked further and discovered the "Online Academy" just started a few months before Cheryl Thomson moved to Potoxy although the webpage makes it look like it is a well-established school. 

Susan tried to find any way to make a break in the case. "Hmmmm... maybe if I take some of the online classes, I can discover what is going on. If it is a break in the case, I will try for reimbursement, but if not, I will just take the hit myself," thought Susan. She then looked online and registered for a three-week teaching certificate program that she could complete because she already had advanced degrees. The headset and monitoring system would arrive soon so she could begin. 

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Kristin Carter awoke in her hotel room. She had a throbbing in the back of her head, but as she lie there and scanned her body, she felt a wetness and a throbbing from between her legs as well. She grew nervous, as she felt her mind was going to lust and sin being apart from her husband as she traveled to Potoxy before him so she could start her new job teaching. 

She flinched when she felt something cool and soft rubbing at her forehead and she opened her eyes to see Pastor Johnston (Claude Johnston) wiping at her brow with a cool cloth. 

"You had us quite worried there Mrs. Carter," said Claude as he continued to wipe her forehead and her upper lip, squeezing the cloth a bit at the upper lip to allow her to drink without choking as well as get the fumes from the fluid. "I wanted to make sure you were ok so I brought you back to your room," said Claude further, "and to remind you of your classroom plan for tomorrow about Ezekiel." 

Upon hearing this Kristin's eye flew open in a bit of a panic as she felt she left a terrible impression for herself on the school, Pastor Johnston, and her career. "I'm so sorry," she pleaded as she sat up quickly, the fumes from her upper lip as well as her swallowing of the fluid began taking effect. Claude had lined the liquid with a hallucinogen PCP for this stage of her introduction. 

Mrs. Carter sat up quickly, her brunette hair was tussled a bit from her sleep, and she looked at how she was dressed and she was only in a nightgown and naked underneath it. She had no idea how she got from being clothed earlier in the day at the school to being in bed and dressed for bed with a black stranger next to her. Thank god he was a minister!! 

Claude went to the desk to get the laptop that his technology team worked on to plant a redirect virus inside. Anytime someone typed anything related to Ezekiel and Babylon, it would redirect to a predefined series of popups. He handed the laptop to Mrs. Carter. 

Kristin Carter quickly took the laptop, opened it, and typed into the 'Search' window: "Ezekiel" and various tabs came up describing he was a prisoner in Babylon. Reverend Johnston sighed loudly and Mrs. Carter looked at him to inquire why. He explained, "You see," he said in a somewhat explanatory yet somewhat defensive tone, "Ezekiel was an outsider visiting a strange land. He had prejudices and fears that the bible has allowed to continue thousands of years. Ancient Babylon was in many ways similar to modern-day New York City. I only mention this as my roots go to Babylon from my father's side of the family. Ezekiel was not from there and jealous.," suggested Claude to Kristin. 

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She then typed "Ezekiel" and "Babylon" into the 'Search' window. Kristin was shocked and dismayed as pop-up screens shot up all over the display screen in front of her, and more dismayed at the contents of those pop-up screens. 


"Ungh... ungh... oh god, it is too big!! STOP!!" rang out from the first screen she was able to focus on and it showed a brunette woman, her face hidden, kneeling underneath a donkey's body and showed the giant, thick, hard shaft of the donkey extending towards her body. 

Kristin was embarrassed to see such a shocking site and she tried to click the pop-up off, but another pop-up took center screen, this time of something different. 

"Ungh... SLURP... Ungh... SLURP!!" were the sounds coming from the second screen she turned to, and again, a brunette woman appeared, this time between two black men with massive cocks extended in front of them and her between them. One was behind her shoving his cock deeply in and out of her, the size of it massive, while the other man had his cock in the woman's mouth. 

Kristin quickly reached out to click off this pop-up as well, but Claude asked her to stop, knowing that the PCP should begin to have the desired effects AND knowing the next scene of the movie. He said, to allay her fears, "Mrs. Carter, there has to be some reason why these are the first items that appeared when we began our research into Ezekiel and Babylon. He did discuss in verse 20 'There she lusted after her lovers, whose genitals were like those of donkeys and whose emission was like that of horses', is that not true?" 

"Yes, that is true...," said Kristin in a stunned monotone voice, the shock of the sexual acts popping of on her screen mixed with the PCP inhalant fumes pushed her into a submissive and pliant behavior. 

"There!" said Claude in a definitive and excited voice, pointing at the screen and directing Kristin to focus on it, "it appears as if the scriptures were right, look at those emissions!!" and Kristin watched in awe and in horror as the black man in front of the woman receiving oral sex stroked his thick manhood as thick stream after stream after jet after jet pumped out of his shaft like a firehose, coating the woman's face and chest with his cum. 

"Oh my gosh," said Claude in feigned surprise, again getting Kristin to focus on the screen with a laser-like stare, "her husband is there!" and it showed a man, with blondish-brown hair, sitting naked on a chair stroking his tiny penis. Kristin was ashamed and embarrassed that she thought of her husband who wasn't yet in town, when she saw that scene. 

The camera faded back showing the black man with the extremely large cock still fucking the woman from behind look over at the husband and say, "Steve, hey Steve," and the husband looked in the direction of the man, submissively, but still smiling, and the black man continued, "do you want me to cum in Kristin's pussy? Do you want me to knock up your white slut bitch wife Kristin?" to which the husband smiled and nodded eagerly. 

Kristin's grasp on reality was fading fast. She stayed focused on the screen but began to imagine that she was being fucked on the screen. It was so strange that her husband's name was Steve also and that the woman's name was Kristin like hers. 

Kristin Carter focused on the screen watching in awe and horror at the thick black shaft pumping into the woman's pussy from behind as she knelt in front of him. The woman was covered in sweat and cum. She looked intently was the close-up by the camera on the woman's pussy showed the pussy lips being pushed in and sliding back gripping the thick black cock as it plunged in and out of her. She didn't know how long she stared into the screen before she looked up and screamed in shock. She turned and looked and gone was Pastor Johnston and instead was this tall donkey-headed naked black man with a monstrous penis. 

Pastor Johnston's voice came from behind the donkey head, asking, "What is wrong Mrs. Carter?" and placing his hand on her shoulder in concern. 

Kristin had a fearful look on her face, and stammered, "You... you... you have the head of a donkey and you're naked!!" 

A saddened voice of Pastor Johnston came from the donkey-head, stating, "I cannot believe this racism from you nor your belittling!! I confided in you that my ancestors are from Babylon and you call me a donkey!!" 

"I'm sorry," screamed Kristin, "but that is what I see!!" 

"Please go to sleep, you're clearly hallucinating," admonished Claude as he left the hotel room, and he ducked into another room once in the hallway to ditch the donkey mask and get dressed again. He strolled out of the hotel humming to himself and looking forward to the following day's events. 

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Kristin Carter finally got to sleep that evening. Her dreams were troubled. She tossed and turned. She knew, or thought she knew, that it was Pastor Johnston naked with the donkey head in her room. Yet, her dreams were of her being fucked and forced to provide oral sex to two long and thick-shafted black men. She awoke several times in a cold sweat, but everytime she fell back asleep, it was the same dream.

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very nice