Life of Slave Teacher - Copied

[hirarandi]

Umm, which one do you want to be used?"

"Oh honey, I know you heard me in the garden last night. You should already know I'm not the one who likes to make those kinds of choices."

"Um, okay, I don't want to get you pregnant so let's do anal, do you have any condoms?"

"Sure, that's the reason you want to do anal," she said with a sly grin at the clearly uncomfortable man in front of her. "And don't worry about condoms, I'm clean. It feels better that way, anyways."

"Sure, okay." The pair were now both naked, staring at each other awkwardly. James took that as his first real chance to read the markings along his neighbor's body. He saw the "cunts," the "slaves," the "sluts," and wondered just what the beautiful woman across from him really was. He never thought that Carla and her husband would be into this kind of things. "Is your husband going to come home?"

"No, I wouldn't worry about him," Carla said, thinking about her husband for the first time since her Master had come over. Before James could say anymore, Carla leaned forward and kissed him down onto the bed, straddling his torso with her thighs and kissing him deeply. She started to rub her pubic mound on top of his cock, pinning it between them and getting it wet with her juices. 

James started moaning into the kisses, and Carla followed his lead. After she'd decided his cock was wet enough, she reached a had behind her back and pulled out the butt plug to a loud "pop." She set it to the side and pushed herself off of James, tossing her hair back over her shoulder and reaching down to position his cock before lowering herself onto it. James moaned and closed his eyes as he felt the heat encompass his cock, Carla barely felt anything. 

Now she started bouncing on him and James took about two minutes before he warned her he was cumming. She felt his seed vault into her asshole and rode him through the orgasm before pulling herself off of him and leaning down to kiss him one more time. Then, in front of James, she picked the buttplug back up and licked it wet again before sealing his juices inside her ass. 

That's probably the sexiest thing I've ever seen, James thought. 

"I think it's time you should get back to your wife, James. She'll be wondering what took you so long. 

"Oh, uh, yeah." He started grabbing up his clothes and putting them back on as Mrs. Winters waited, naked, with hands on her hips. She sauntered over to her nightstand after he'd become mostly dressed and picked up her phone.

"About your wife, James." His face started going pale at the thought of her. "I've got some photos here she'd hate to see, don't you think." On her phone were photos of them two fucking, clear as day, taken by what seemed to be a hidden camera from the closet in her bedroom.

"Wh-what are you going to do with that? My wife would tell your husband too if she ever saw those," stammered out a terrified James.

"Oh, you don't need to worry about my husband," Mrs. Winters said with a false bravado. "What you need to worry about is what you say and to who. Now, I want you to add your phone number to my phone. You're going to be a good little boy and do what I say, when I say, or some bad things are going to happen. If you follow my orders, though, I think it will work out better for the both of us. Is that clear?"

"Um, yes, Carla, I guess I have no choice."

"No, I guess not. Now get out and tell your wife I say hi," she said, ending the conversation. He hurried out the door and Mrs. Winters collapsed to the ground. Her Master came out quickly to hold her. "I hate being like that Master, I hate being the dominant one."

Master chuckled, thinking about the Vice Principal at his feet crying over the fact that she was being dominant. Oh how the mighty have fallen. "I know slut, I know. But it was necessary, we've got some big plans coming up. Some really big plans."