I awoke to find, Taisha no longer in bed. The clock said 2:27 PM and I didn’t really know how long I slept. It felt so good falling asleep latched onto her and I slept like a rock. I tried to recall how long I was asleep and had no idea. A couple hours I’d guess, but I lost all track of time when I was with Taisha Smith.
I dared to hope she was still here somewhere but there was no sign of her neon orange bikini on the floor. When I went downstairs, the remnants of my breakfast spread were still all there. My hopes were quickly dashed when her white cover-up was gone.
With the excitement of her possibly still being there now removed, I began to feel the effects of being thoroughly and completely fucked with the strapless cock in the form of my stinging cunt.
That realization brought to mind another problem that Taisha Smith created. As I stood naked in my dining room with a sore “vagina”, it occurred to me that in my own mind, the first word that came to mind when I noticed the pain in my “vagina” was cunt. A word that a year ago, I found patently offensive. After my encounters with Michael and Taisha, I get wet like Pavlov’s dog at the sound of the word cunt.
A few moments later when I peed, I realized it was a good thing Taisha Smith slipped out while I slept. I was far too sore to service her anymore that day. I applied some aloe cream to my overused cunt, put on some loose-fitting sweats, and even dared not to put on the white thong she required me to wear. Even as I made that choice, there was a part of me that was disappointed. I liked wearing them, knowing they pleased her. Despite everything, I needed to please her first and foremost.
I cleaned up the breakfast table and replayed the events that brought me to that point. First was the run in with Michael that fateful day in class with his runaway boner. Although I was clueless at the time, that was the first day, I realized my need to be submissive. Since then I’ve learned there are many people that feel the need to be controlled sexually.
That arrogant young man with no experience somehow sensed it as seized the opportunity. When he became legal aged, I gave in completely to temptation. In, of all places, the supply room at the school where I teach. The combination of surrendering control and the risk of getting caught, was an elixir, I couldn’t resist.
Unfortunately the risk bit me in the ass, when the new substitute teacher I treated like shit every chance I could, happened to be in the room and recorded it all on video. She was kind enough to share it with me, and sadly, I still watch if from time to time.
What were the odds that she would be an even more devious sexual top, and now has complete control over me? At least that’s what I try to convince myself. The truth is, I willingly submit to her every whim, and I have been rewarded, with orgasm after humiliating orgasm that I happily beg for.
In a couple short months, she dwarfed ten years of my active sex life combined. I was with my ex-fiancé Tony off and on for more than seven years. She gave me more satisfaction just this morning than I had with him in seven years. It wasn’t Tony’s fault, it was mine. I settled for something I thought was comfortable for far too long, not knowing what it was I truly needed.
Michael discovered it first, but Taisha took it to a whole new level. So much so, Michael and Tony are now out of the picture all together. That is because, with one finger she can take control of my entire body and bring me unbridled paralyzing pleasure, like no one ever has.
Even as I sat there in my T-shirt and sweats, alone, with no idea when she would pay me any attention, I knew, I would eagerly drop everything to please her the moment she asked.
I spent the rest of the afternoon watching TV and recovering. I replayed the multiple references she made to our relationship not lasting forever over in my mind. Relationship is not a word she would ever use. “It’s a shame this, can’t last.” would be more like it.
The not-so-subtle comment “I have a plan for you that I think you will like a lot.” played over and over as well. It was scary and exciting at the same time. Every time I’ve been with her, I didn’t know what to expect and every time I’ve left in awe.
I resisted the urge to text her for risk of angering her, and out of the need for some recovery time. So, I spent the rest of the weekend binging Netflix and letting my imagination run wild.
Monday Taisha was not subbing, so there was no chance to see her. At the end of the day, I sat at my desk with my chair all the way in, and slipped my left hand into my panties, fantasizing about being under her desk licking her cunt while I made myself come for her.
Before I became fully engaged, there was a knock on my door. So, my hand retreated at record speed, and I yelled, “come in!” I was sure the smell of my wet cunt, permeated the room and I was going to be caught.
It was Principal Turner. “Hey Ms. Richards, how was your Monday?”
My mind wanted to say. “Kind of a letdown, I couldn’t lick Taisha Smith’s pussy under her desk.” But I resisted the urge to ruin my career and answered, “Great Ms. Turner. How was yours?”
“Excellent,” she said nearly glowing. “We are having a strategy session tomorrow at the Marriott before the fundraiser dinner. Do you think you can make it?”
“I think so. The dinner’s at seven. What time is the session?”
“Five thirty. We should be done by six thirty, to give us time to freshen up for the dinner.”
“I can do that. Anything for the cause.” I said, wondering if Taisha would be there. I never did have a chance to discuss anything like fundraisers and the license tag fee bill, with her. It’s difficult to transition from begging to suck her pussy to discussing the education system and how to better fund it. Principal Turner was a major player in the effort to pass a bill that would add a ten-dollar charge to the annual automobile license fee to for funding Arkansas public schools.
“Remember, this one is business casual and a lot more fun than the last one. There are several rooms reserved by attendees, we can use to change in if needed, but I’m planning on wearing whatever, I wear to work.” She said, smiling. “Thanks again for all your help.”
“My pleasure Ms. Turner.” I replied thinking my moment of self-gratification was gone.
After she left, I collected myself and decided it was best to head home, before doing something stupid like rubbing one off in my classroom, where someone might see. But my mind replayed Taisha pinning me against the wall of Mr. Laurence’s classroom. The danger of people just on the other side of the unlocked door, combined with her relentless finger, gave me one of the most intense orgasms of my life. My hand was already sliding under the desk and back into my panties, as I sat with my abdomen pressed firmly against the desk.
“Oh God, Ms. Smith,” I whispered as my fingers worked my hot wetness.
I tried to imagine her tongue working between my labia, but my twisted mind took me to the image of me, totally naked, sitting on the top of my desk with my heels on opposite corners so my pussy was spread wide for her. She smiled as I frantically fucked myself for her.
“Oh my Goddess, you make me so wet. Please let me come for you!” I panted.
In my mind, my mouth was open as wide as it could go and I screamed out, “I love being your little slut! Oh God, I’m coming for you Ms. Smith! Coming so fucking hard!”
In reality, I sat pressed against the desk with my left elbow on the desk and forehead planted firmly in palm, like I was deep in thought after a trying day. My right hand was under the desk and my finger working in tiny circles on my clit. My lips were drawn in to muffle any sounds as I made myself come for Taisha Smith one more time. Every muscle tightened as I came without a sound except for the faint sloshing of my finger in my drenched cunt.
When I finished, I felt the much-needed release I’d hoped for. This time did manage to pull myself together and went home. Walking down the hall I hoped the crowd could not detect the scent of sex that permeated my nostrils. When I made it out unnoticed, I was relieved.
The drive home was filled with thoughts of how pathetic I had become. I could not believe my complete lack of control and resolved to do better. But, by the end of the evening, I found myself lying on my bed naked and pressing the massager ball against my screaming clit, begging for her pussy.
After I came for her again, I wished I had captured it on video to send to her. I was completely addicted to Taisha Smith and felt powerless to resist my depraved urges.
Tuesday, I discovered she was not subbing again. The sting of my spitefulness toward her when she first arrived, hit me hard that day. Had I not recruited Manuel Espinosa after Mr. Cheswick retired, and then forced him down Principal Turn/ers throat, Taisha would likely have that job full time, and I would see her every day. The fact that Mr. Espinosa deserved it, didn’t seem so important anymore.
Every day was spent in a deepening fog of lust that clouded my mind. Since becoming Taisha’s “cunt licker”; a term I still couldn’t fully grasp, I have looked at women more and more frequently.
That morning, I even found myself looking at Principal Turner with a tinge of excitement. She wore a smart, navy blue blazer and tailored slacks with a white pull over tight top that highlighted her breasts tastefully. When she walked by, I found my eyes drawn to her ass that peeked out below her tight blazer.
Principal Turner was hot. Her hair was soft and flowing, with a subtle curl and hung onto the breast of her jacket. The sandy color almost glowed in the light of the hall. I had to make myself rein it in. I ran home at lunch and fucked myself with Taisha’s strap on to take the edge off.
I attended the strategy session before the fundraiser and when I saw Taisha, I felt I might cream in my panties. She wore a little black number that fit like a glove. The skirt reached to just above the knee and formed beautifully to her body. It was strapless with short sleeves and cut straight across her chest with a subtle V in the center. It revealed no cleavage but made her neck and shoulder look stunning. Her hair was up in a bun, adding to the allurer. When I looked down, I noticed her heels made her calves look toned and shapely. Then my eyes locked onto the curve of her ass sending a tingle all through my body.
It was impossible to play it cool as I found myself staring and drooling, like a horny teen. For a distraction, I engaged in conversation with Mr. Laurence to keep from giving myself away to everyone in the room.
“I was skeptical of your project-based learning program at first. It’s hard being the old dog learning new tricks. But, after you and Miss Smith were impressed with the results, I have a plan to work it in next semester.” He said smiling. “Thank you for helping me think outside the box. Sometimes breaking down those mental barriers and opening yourself up to new ideas can be quite liberating.”
And just like that the image of being bent over the table and fucked hard by Taisha and the strap on, filled my mind again. I could barely speak but managed a response. “Completely liberating,” I sighed as my eyes closed. When I opened them again, Mr. Laurence was looking at me in wonderment.
“I admire your passion, Miss Richards.” He said, squirming a bit.
I tried to recover. “I mean it is good to think outside the boundaries and try new things. Doing the same thing over and over gets stagnant for everyone involved. When the creative juices are flowing, that’s when the results are so much more gratifying…”
“What are you two up to?” Asked Taisha from behind me, saving the day.
As I turned and caught a whiff of her perfume, I felt a rush of heat shoot through me.
“Good evening, Miss Smith. We were just talking about, the ingenuity the two of you have shown, bringing new things to the table.” Said Mr. Laurence.
“Funny you should say that Mr. Laurence. Lizzie and I were pounding out some new ideas, on her dining room table after the last fund raiser dinner, weren’t we Lizzie?” She smiled innocently.
Suddenly I felt dizzy, as the memory replayed of being thoroughly fucked from behind bent over my dining room table with my “Barbie” dress tossed up over my head. After a few seconds of recovery, I was able to collect my thoughts and respond.
“Yes, we were. It was probably the most gratifying night I’ve had since becoming a teacher.” I said, proud of my ability to join her in our secret language of sexual metaphors.
Just then Principal Turner called us together to discuss the next steps in the campaign for the $10 license tag tax for education.
“I think we will need another brainstorming session tonight, Lizzie.” She said quietly as we moved closer to Principal Turner.
“Yes, my Goddess,” I whispered. She smiled glancing at me seductively.
I don’t recall anything of substance from the strategy session, as my pussy ached for Taisha Smith. I stayed close to her breathing her perfume, obsessing about what she might do to me later. I struggled not to stare at her body in that dress but was compelled to stay close in case she decided it was time. Every effort to focus on the discussion was thwarted by the throbbing in my cunt.
When we broke to prepare for the dinner, I went to the ladies room and did my best to freshen up. Even applying a little perfume to my white thong panties I would be showing to Taisha later. Like Taisha, I was also wearing a black dress and looked myself over in the mirror.
My dress hung just above the knee with three-inch ruffles around the hem and up the faux wrap around front, that led up to a waist tie. It had a full back with V neck also trimmed in the ruffle. It was sleeveless with the ruffle surrounding the sleeve openings as well. It gave the appearance of a wraparound dress that would peel off if the waist strap were untied and I imagined how easily Taisha could undress me.
I made sure all was in place and checked my hair that was pulled back and clipped giving a great view of my neck and dangling crystal earrings.
When I returned the guests were steadily trickling in. Principal turner was with the board members and the mayor. As advertised this event was a lot less formal with increased numbers of less affluent donors. The dinner was in the main restaurant bar and there were silent auction items throughout the lobby and a cash bar after the two drink coupons included with the $100 dinner ticket. That was a far cry less than the $500 per plate price tag from the last event. (Luckily, teachers ate free.)
I could not locate Taisha and thought that was probably a good thing. So, I began to mingle and get some face time with the school board members and the interim superintendent. I put in a good word with him for Principal turner as the candidate for the full-time position. He agreed she was his choice as well, but it was going to be a process that would take a few more months.
Then I saw Taisha with Principal Turner who looked glowingly happy that evening. They spoke for several minutes, and I did not want to interrupt. When Taisha walked away, I move in to talk to Principal Turner. I smiled when I saw her following Taisha with her eyes. So, it was not just me being an overheated slut. It appeared even strait-laced Principal Turner notice her in that dress.
I spoke with Principal Turner for several minutes before a board member drug her off to meet some new donors. When I saw Taisha again, she was with black Ken and Barbie. That was not quite right. Ken and Barbie don’t exude sex, but that couple oozed it.
He wore a pair of black slacks that fit smooth and tight with a classic blue and white striped oxford button down fitted shirt. He looked like a chiseled granite statue. Judging from the size of his pecs I pictured Billy Brown from “How to Get Away with Murder”, shirtless! His hair was short and perfectly trimmed about an inch high on top of his six-foot two-inch frame. His face smooth shaven and attractive. He got my juices flowing immediately. The way those pants fit his ass…then I saw the bulge. I thought I’d found the model for my big black dildo.
After he primed the pump, with my newfound eye for women, she released the flood gates. She was at least five foot eight with stilettoes and the fullest head of beautiful black hair I may have ever seen. It was straight and thick and hung to the center of the arch of her back. I did a double take as the first thing that came to mind was a lion main. It was a shimmering jet black, and I immediately wanted to touch it to see if it was a soft as it looked and there was so much of it.
She had solid bangs in front about half an inch off her eyebrows. Her hair hung down to her nipples in front and framed her beautiful mocha face. That face seemed to light up. Her smile was big and bright with a wide mouth and shapely lips. Her nose rounded and extremely symmetrical with eyes that were almost Asian in shape. Her face seemed a bit long and narrow but gorgeous, glowing, and smooth. I was taken with her beautiful face so much; I hadn’t even noticed her body to that point.
She wore a form fitting short sleeved stand collar body skirt. It may have been spandex the way it fit or rayon spandex blend. It covered from her neck to her knees but left nothing to the imagination while still looking elegant. Her breasts were large, shapely, and separated somewhat.
I first thought there was no bra, but on second glance there was a subtle hint of a strap peeking through, but her nipples stood out just slightly through the bra. Then I noticed a unique feature of the dress, I could not recall ever seeing before. It’s right side had a subtle flat seem and the left had mini pleats from her breast to her hip. That caused the dress to pull under her left breast highlighting it’s shape perfectly. In back the pleats congregated in the small of her back causing it to pull tight under her right cheek.
Her ass was narrow but round and protruding. The dress highlighted it perfectly. Something about the way it clung to her, the narrowness of her waist and the curve of her back made her ass mesmerizing with no sign of a panty line anywhere.
When the man turned, it was difficult to say who had the better ass. They really did look like the couple in the picture frame in a store. As I stared and drooled, they turned, and I noticed the bulge again. In an effort not to stare at his cock, my eyes noticed the outline of her belly button through the tight fabric, and then the subtle little valley that ran up the center of her abdomen to her chest.
As I realized it was hopeless, it became apparent the three of them were looking my way. They were talking and smiling, and I got the impression they were talking about me. Thier smiles were somehow enticing, but I quickly turned, to avoid them seeing the blush that washed over my face.
“Lizzie! Do you have a minute?” Yelled Taisha.
I wished she’d stop calling me that in public. None the less I responded with a perky smile and walked their way.
“Lizzie, this is my best friend from college Chantelle Morris and her husband Michael. Michael and Chantelle, Lizzie Richards.”
Michael extended his hand first. As his eyes scanned me, he smiled. “Pleasure to meet Lizzie.” He brought up his other hand and cupped mind. “Your hand is very warm. Hot Blooded?”
I blushed, and almost let pass Taisha encouraging them to call me Lizzie. “Pleased to meet you, you can call me Liz, Michael.” I replied with a smile lost in his eyes and firm hands. He stepped closer before releasing my hand and his cologne was enticing.
Then I turned toward Chantelle and her hand was soft and smooth, as I held it mesmerized by her beautiful bright smile. I wasn’t sure if it was just wishful thinking on my part, or if they were both ogling me. Her perfume was equally intoxicating.
“Nice to meet you, Lizzie.” She smiled and nodded.
“Call me Liz, please.” I said, frustrated.
“You are so familiar. I know I’ve seen you before Lizzie.” She half smiled.
I was about to bark back for calling me Lizzie again, when it hit me. That first night Taisha busted me in the supply closet with another much younger Michael. She told me she had sent the video to her best friend from college…
My face flushed, and I looked quickly to the floor. “I don’t think so Miss Chantelle, I think I would remember someone as beautiful as you.”
I continued to stare at the floor.
“You are very polite, Lizzie. Thank you. But I am a Married adult, my proper title should be. Ms. Chantelle.”
My heart raced and I felt sick to my stomach. I stammered a pathetic response as it was clear she knew my secret and wanted me to know she knew.
“Thank You Ms. Chantelle.” I said meekly.
“You’re welcome, Lizzie.” She leaned in and whispered. Please refer to Michael, as Mr. Morris in the future.”
“Yes, Ms. Chantelle.” I reached my hand back toward Michael. “Thank you, Mr. Morris.” One advantage of my head down posture, was an up-close view of his man bulge.
He shook my hand again, confused. “You’re welcome, Lizzie.” He replied followed by an awkward pause as we both pondered what I thanked him for.
“Well it was a pleasure to meet you Ms. Chantelle and Mr. Morris. If you’ll excuse me, I think I need to freshen up…”
“Hurry back Lizzie,” said Taisha with a big happy smile. “I have a booth for us in back.” She pointed to the last booth in the room.
The restaurant had a series of tables spread throughout, with a row of ten tables with a bench seat running the length of the right wall. The tables along the wall had two or three chairs on the left and a bench on the right. At the rear of the restaurant was a booth in the back right corner that was a ninety degree turn and extension of the bench. The back of it was a smoked glass window-wall that separated it from another rear facing booth behind it. The bar was a separate room off the left rear of the restaurant. There was a dance floor center back and the restrooms were in the back right behind “our” booth.
For the special event they put a temporary dance floor with podium in the front for the speakers and announcements and later a band. The silent auction items were in the main lobby area.
I walked past the booth on the way to the restroom. My mind raced with the reality of my secret being out. I vaguely recall hearing principal turner through the sound system welcoming everyone as I entered.
I splashed cold water on my face and looked at myself in the mirror, thankful to be alone. I was on the verge of hyper ventilation when the cold water seemed to bring me back. The voice in my head spoke to me. “Stay calm Liz, you’re not sure what they know, yet. Taisha was probably just bluffing, when she said she shared the video. You would have done the same. She had no idea how you would react to the video. In fact you did think about killing her for a hot minute. Just go back out there and act like nothing’s wrong and you’ll figure it out like you always do.”
Several minutes later, I had calmed myself and fixed my make-up and returned to the real world, or so I’d hoped.
“…American Princes.” Shouted Principal Turner as the band began to play.
I saw Michael and Chantelle near the front mingling and talking in the center of the restaurant. They seemed like the center of attention. That powder blue dress drew the attention of the entire room. His shirt was the perfect complement to it. Tony and I never once color coordinated. They were simply the best-looking couple in the room.
“Lizzie, come sit!” Shouted Taisha over the band.
She was in the back of the booth It was an elongated U-shaped booth with a rectangle table and full-length tablecloth. I sat on the end and gave my best smile.
“Come sit next to me Lizzie so we can talk.” She yelled as the band blared in the background.
Taisha smiled and lowered her left hand down to the bench. When I scooted around, she was tapping her hand on the bench next to her and when I nestled in next to her, thighs touching, she placed it on my knee and gently caressed me with her fingers.
“That’s better, Isn’t it Lizzie?” She asked sweetly. “I got us both a Chardonnay, Is that OK Lizzie?”
“Yes, thank you Ms. Smith, that’s perfect.” I picked it up and held the glass out. “Cheer’s Ms. Smith.”
“Cheers Lizzie, ” She smiled.
We practically had to shout over the band, band but had remarkable privacy for a five-hundred-person event.
“So what do you think of Chantelle and Michael Lizzie, aren’t they just gorgeous?” She asked.
“They really are,” I said sincerely. “How long have you known them?”
“I met her freshman year in college. She’s from Little Rock but we’d never met. I come from the wrong side of the train tracks. She helped me realize, my sexuality if you know what I mean…”
“Did you two?” I stopped short, not sure if the question would aggravate her.
“Do you want me to kiss and tell Lizzie?” She smiled a naughty grin. Then she leaned in, and her hot breath flooded my ear. “She was my first Lizzie.”
Her words, warmth, and her tone, sent a rush through my body that is hard to describe. I looked through the smoked glass at that amazing powder blue ass and my pussy flushed. The mental image of Taisha with Chantelle had me heating up instantly.
“So she’s bi?” I asked, deep in my lustful fog once again.
“Seems kind of obvious, doesn’t it Lizzie? Although, Michael, could just about turn me.” She smiled looking his way.
“Agreed” I replied, cautiously enjoying a semi playful chat with Taisha. “They are just so beautiful together.”
“Unfortunately it’s not as picture perfect as they appear. You see Michael is all man and has, shall we say, a manly appetite. Trust me, Chantelle is a dynamo as well but has more binary tastes. She tells me they are intimate almost daily and sometimes multiple times. Her fear is she cannot maintain that level of desire needed to satisfy him and she has desires he is not able to fulfill either.”
I looked at her, unsure how to respond. The thought of helping Chantelle with her binary desires, had me revving up again. Not to mention the thought of Michael multiple times a day. I struggled for a response but could not think of anything to say.
“You want to fuck them both, don’t you Lizzie?” She looked at me with a wry smile.
I stammered, “No, I a…” I did want to, but I couldn’t tell her that, for fear of facing Taisha’s wrath.
“Relax Lizzie, it’s obvious and I knew you would. I introduced you for a reason, but you need to tone down the slut and listen for a minute.” As she spoke her hand slid slowly up my thigh.
She lightly stroked back and forth with her fingers while her hand pushed my skirt higher. The tickling softness of her touch made my pussy throb and I mindlessly spread my legs hoping she would touch me. When I snapped back to my senses, I remembered, I was in public and closed them.
“Where’s your sense of adventure Lizzie, no one can see.” She smiled and continued her teasing fingertip caress.
She was right, with the corner booth and full-length tablecloth no one could tell what was happening. My legs drifted slowly open, and her caress seemed to shoot straight to my clit.
“Your skin is so soft Lizzie.” She said as her fingers swirled closer. “The higher I go the warmer… huh! Your panties are damp Lizzie.”
Taisha’s fingers slid over the crotch of my panties, and I whimpered as she tickled my cunt. I was thankful for the band, as I gasped and wiggled.
Just then, Michael showed up and looked at our glasses. “Would you lovely ladies like a refill?”
“Why thank you Michael. What a gentleman.” Taisha smiled as her finger traced up and down my womanhood, through the panties. I could only nod nervously and she pressed harder against me.
“Please!” I squeaked.
“She’s a party girl Michael. You’d better hurry, she is ready for action. Thanks again Sweetie.” Said Taisha.
“I’ll take another too, my Love,” said Chantelle as she approached.
“Your wish is my command Ladies.” He smiled and looked at me as he bowed.
I squirmed as she continued her torturous electrification of my cunt below the table. It took all I had to hide my pleasure. Even so, my face was frozen in place, eyes wide, staring at them both standing before me. Suddenly the cover of the music stopped.
“Last call for alcohol before dinner, we need to close the bar while we eat.” Said Principal Turner.
“Really?” Said Michael as the mad dash for the bar quadrupled the line instantly. “I’ll be back.” He said as he stepped quickly toward the bar.
“Have a seat next to Lizzie, Chantelle. We were just talking about you.” Taisha said calmly as her hand slid into my panties and her middle finger between my labia.
“Please!” I barked, trying not cry out.
“Lizzie’s a real people person. She gets so excited to meet new people don’t you Lizzie?”
“Uh huh!” I nodded. My pussy throbbed and her finger was relentless.
When Chantelle slid around the table, I let out a gasp, wishing the band would play. Taisha had me in a frenzy, and I had no hope of willing away an orgasm. When Chantelle’s thigh touched mine, there was no hope of hiding it anymore. Thank God the band kicked in as I let out a moan of pleasure.
Chantelle gasped also, “OMG Taisha, this is the bitch you turned out for fucking whit you? The way you gushed about her earlier; I didn’t connect the dots. Lizzie seems so sweet. You’re fucking her right now?” Her eyes turned to me. “You really are a little slut, aren’t you?” She looked at me in wonderment and when I gazed into those eyes, I let out a high-pitched moan with my mouth hung open.
Chantelle looked back at Taisha. “I thought she was a new prospect you had in mind for me. I didn’t know she was already trained.” Her smile grew. “That changes things.”
“I merely mentioned the possibility of Lizzie, being your fuck toy and I had to rub her out right here just to calm her down.” Replied Taisha like she was discussing the weather.
“Do you want to be our fuck toy Lizzie?” Chantelle looked at me as if she just asked if I wanted desert.
I looked at Taisha desperately and she slid two fingers into me with her thumb rubbing my clit. “Oh please, Ms. Taisha, I can’t take… Ah!” My body jerked as I tried not to let myself come.
“She asked you a question Lizzie. I thought you learned about the consequences of being rude.” She said as her smile melted away.
I turned to Chantelle and she too looked serious. “Please huh!” I gasped.
She glanced toward Michael still in line. “We need to hurry Lizzie. Michael doesn’t know so we have to be discrete. The idea must be introduced so he thinks he thought of it. So what do you want Lizzie?”
“I wanna be your fuck toy Ms. Chantelle.” I was petrified but turned on more than ever.
“She’s not very loyal, is she?” Chantelle said to Taisha.
I protested, trying to save some shred of dignity. “You have the video, what choice do I have?”
Her expression turned to confusion. “What video?” She looked at Taisha.
“Oh sorry, Lizzie. I just told you that for a little added protection.” Smirked Taisha.
“Now I gotta know, what video.” Chantelle smiled.
“Oh there are so many of them now aren’t there Lizzie?” Taisha’s grin grew more devious, and Chantelle stole another glance toward Michael before turning back to me, anxious for details.
“I have a great Idea. I think we have our in with Michael, Chantelle.” Taisha said excitedly. “If you show Michael what a hungry little slut she is, I think that could be the icebreaker you need. What do you say Lizzie, do you wanna show Chantelle and Michael your work? I bet they fuck each other’s brains out after…”
I went from the edge of bliss, to panic and shame, then the thought of the two of them fucking while watching me filled my mind and I was back to a whole new twisted level of excited.
Chantelle, looked in my eyes, smiling. “Lizzie, do you want to show us?”
“Damn, Chantelle you should feel how wet this tight little pussy is right now.” Said Taisha as her thumb shifted into high gear.
My mouth opened and I gasped, wanting to scream out. My body trembled and I could feel all control slipping away.
“I think she likes that, Taisha. Are you gonna come right here, in front of all these people, Lizzie Slut?” Asked Chantelle with a knowing smile
She was so pretty and smelled so good. The image of licking her pussy while her husband fucked me from behind filled my mind and it was over.
My hips rolled against Taisha’s fingers, as her gorgeous friend helped push me to an explosive orgasm right there in the restaurant.
“Yes, I’m coming Ms. Chantelle. Please make me your fuck toy. Aaaaaahhh!”
I gripped the table with both hands bracing myself as she continued. “Five conditions if I’m going to talk to Michael.”
“Oh Yes!” I grunted as the orgasm heightened.
“You haven’t heard them yet. One is Obedience. I demand complete and total obedience.”
“Yes Ms. Chantelle, Yes! Ah!” I gasped as the orgasm hit full force.
“Two, you never touch Michael without my permission and without me watching.”
“Oh God yes!” I barked as I fought to hold my body still.
“Three, when you pleasure Michael, you take his cum in whatever orifice he’s using, like a good come slut.”
Taisha’s fingers continued to play me like a puppet as my orgasms lingered. My upper body twitched despite my best efforts to hide it.
“Yes, Ms! Chan, telle! Fuck!” I whimpered.
“Four, every time you make him come, you make me come twice, but we won’t tell him that rule.”
I looked at her as my climax hit a second wave of paralyzing bliss. I panted, mouth agape and nodded spastically.
“Good girl, and rule number 5 has been approved by Taisha already, if we reach agreement, you will be our exclusive fuck toy.”
“It’s ok Lizzie, our time together will be coming to an end soon, and I think they are exactly what you need.” Said Taisha as she sped up her pace.
In the throes of a mind-numbing climax, I could only respond, “Yes! Yes! Oh, fuck yeeessss!” I yelled, finishing just a half second behind the band.
In the sudden silence, Chantelle acted quickly to save my embarrassment, and jumped-up yelling Yes! She clapped for the band as Taisha milked my climax for a few more seconds.
Then, Taisha removed her hand and joined the applause. I collected myself and looked up to see the waitress standing there smiling at me wide eyed. “Someone’s having a good time.” She said directed at me. Then she looked at Taisha and Chantelle. “I just wanted to let you know we will be serving shortly. The choice is grilled chicken or roast beef.”
Taisha and Chantelle put in their orders along with Michaels and the waitress looked at me. “How ’bout you Sweetheart? You looked famished.” She appeared to be my age, late twenties, tall and healthy with curves in all the right places. I found myself fantasizing about her despite the embarrassment, I should have been feeling.
“I’ll have the chicken please.” I said patting my hair, afraid it got mussed during my public orgasm. I checked my reflection in the smoked glass and saw it was okay.
“Great it will be out in a few moments.” As she turned, her eyes lingered on me, and her smile grew more playful.
“I’m so happy Lizzie, I knew you would hit it off.” Said Taisha happily. “Chantelle’s never had a cunt licker before. Well, I did it a dozen times or so back in college, and I can promise you, you’re gonna love it. But you know what I mean. Having your pussy licked by a lover is not quite the same as a cunt licker like you Sweetie. We’ll send Chantelle the video’s tonight when I get to your place. And we might even make a new one or two for her. What do you think Lizzie?”
“Hey ladies. I finally made it back.” Said Michael, setting four glasses on the table. I would have gotten two each, but not enough hands.”
My eyes locked with his and my mind wondered back to the mental image of the three of us again. As the gaze began to get awkward, Taisha made it much worse.
“So what do you think Lizzie?” Asked Taisha.
I broke my gaze and eyes darted down to the bulge across the table from me. I resisted the urge to blurt out the response, “I want it in me!” Instead, I replied, “Yes, Ms. Smith. I agree with your plan.”
“Excellent, Thanks. Lizzie”
Taisha and Chantelle made small talk during dinner, and I ate quietly, unsure how to interact with Michael and Chantelle.
When I finished, I excused myself to the restroom and then proceeded to mingle. While talking with Principal Turner, the waitress came by and whispered. “Lucky girl,” as she passed.
Watching her walk away, I eyed her ass, excited by the attention. I really was a proud little slut. The night wore on and I stayed away from our table, afraid of what I might do or say if I went back. Eventually Taisha found me.
“Thank you, Lizzie, I think this is going to work out perfectly. I must say, your little show at the table has left me a little excited. What do you think about cutting out a little early?”
“I would like that a lot, Ms. Smith.” I replied eagerly.
“Good. You know the drill, toys on the table, thong on the toy.”
“Yes, My Goddess,” I said as my excitement grew.
I made my goodbyes and went home. The first thing I did was shower, wash and shave. Then I rounded up my toys and put on a clean white thong for her. When that was done, I opened some wine and left it to chill with two glasses on the table.
While I waited, I put on a robe, poured myself a wine and sat on the sofa. My inner slut continued to dominate my thoughts yet again. I imagined what they might look like naked. From there, so many possibilities flashed in my head. I turned on the TV to distract my thoughts, but it was useless.
When the doorbell rang, my panties were damp already. I removed the robe and answered the door.
“There’s my little Lizzie, you’ve come such a long way, from our first encounter.” She said stepping in and closing the door.
“I love that dress, my Goddess, all I can think about is kissing your beautiful neck. Will you please let me?” I could hardly bring myself to breathe I was so excited.
“In due time Lizzie, first you need to get you videos together. We made a promise the Chantelle and you don’t want to disappoint her, do you?” She stepped past me toward the dining room. “Good girl Lizzie,” she said looking at the table. I’ll pour the wine and peruse the toys while you round up your slut videos.”
I had almost forgotten about sharing the videos. I questioned how I’d ever allowed this to happen, and how I managed to keep digging the hole deeper and deeper.
But that depraved part of me, first discovered by the horny young man with the accidental boner, had taken over all rational thought. That part of me wanted to share the videos. I only wished I could see the expression on Chantelle and Michael’s faces as they discovered all my dirty little secrets.
Taisha sat at the table, and I stood near her. “Please Ms. Smith, don’t make me send the videos.” I asked sounding pathetic.
“Ok Lizzie, we can call it off.” She dialed her phone and held it to her ear. “Come sit on my lap Lizzie.”
I was unsure what she was doing but guessed it would not be good.
“Hey Chantelle, got a minute?” Said Taisha glancing at me.
“Really? I thought you two would have had a wild night after…” Her mouth opened in a shocked smile. “In the parking lot?” She listened intently. “And the garage?”
“Yeah, Lizzie’s does get the juices flowing.” She glanced at me and smirked. “That’s what I called about. Afraid, I might have some bad news. I’m at her place right now and it sounds like she’s had some second thoughts?”
My eyes widened at the thought of not getting to be with Chantelle and Michael. I just didn’t want to be in fear they could ruin my life on a whim with the videos.
“Let me put you on speaker. Go ahead Lizzie.” She looked at me tauntingly.
I sat there with a deer in the headlights look.
“Please Ms. Chantelle, I’ve made some mistakes, please don’t make me send them. I…”
“Lizzie, relax sweetie. I wouldn’t make you do anything you don’t want to. Taisha and I had a crazy thought for adding some fun to my relationship but if you’re not interested, I understand. Hey Michael and I already had a wild night and he’s out with a client right now. I took him in the parking lot after your little show. It was like he knew what I needed. He ate my pussy and after he made me come, I rode his cock in the driver’s seat for orgasm number two.
On the way home, when he asked what got into me, I kind of went out on a limb and told him that you were Taisha’s slut toy, and you came for her right there at the table. I wasn’t certain how he would react, but I was very pleasantly surprised.
When we got home, right there in the garage he yanked off my panties and fucked me bent over the hood of the car. Made me come two more times.
So, thank you Lizzie, for a wonderful little fantasy and a really fun night. It was great to meet you and I wish you the best.”
A sudden sinking feeling washed through my gut. They had sex because of me, thinking of me! The thought of eating her pussy in the parking lot and then being fucked by Michael on the hood of their car filled my thoughts. the image of his bulge and their assess side by side were etched in my mind forever.
“Wait please, Ms. Chantelle, I’ll send them!” I blurted frantically.
“She seems kind of fickle Tai, is she always like that?” Asked Chantelle condescendingly.
“Lizzie, has some trust issues. Don’t you Sweetie?” Asked Taisha.
“Yes, my Goddess.” I agreed.
“You see Chantelle, she is a recovering vindictive bitchaholic. She would use a sex tape for personal gain, so she thinks the worst in others too. Don’t you Lizzie?
“Yes, my Goddess.”
“Although I’ve taught her the error of her ways, she sometimes slips, don’t you Lizzie?
“Yes, my Goddess.”
“I do like her obedience and manners Tai, you’ve trained her well.” She said calmly before directing the discussion back to me. So you trust me, Lizzie?” Asked Chantelle.
“Yes, Ms. Chantelle.” I replied.
“Good Lizzie. After hearing the name you use for Tai, I’m a little jealous. From now on I want you to refer to me as Mistress Chantelle, whenever we are alone or in *********** company, OK?”
“Yes, Mistress Chantelle.” I replied.
Taisha was gently caressing my thighs with her hands as her warmth permeated my back side.
“If we sign an agreement, you will refer to Michael as Master Michael, but until then Mr. Morris will do. Understood?”
“Yes, Mistress Chantelle.” I replied, disgusted with myself. The deeper the hole I dug myself into, the wetter my pussy became.
“You should also know; it is my intention to record our sessions so that we will all have the videos to play back for our personal amusement.” I hesitated and she continued. “Before you answer, it should be known, if Michael agrees to bring you in, we will have a contract stipulating, videos of our time together, may not be shared with anyone outside of the three of us, without written consent from all of us. Violations will have defined legal and financial penalties should they occur.”
My head spun. Contract? Consent to share videos?
“Yes, Mistress Chantelle,” I replied as Taisha’s fingers caressed their way closer and closer to the source of all my yeses.
“For the sake of full disclosure, I may also require you to pleasure a few very *********** friends. Those sessions involving anyone outside the three of us would not be recorded. You may take some time to think about that before you answer, Lizzie…”
Taisha’s hand slid down the length of my slit pressing firmly against the front of my panties. “Hoah! Yes, Mistress Chantelle.”
“Judging from the heat and dampness permeating her panties, I think she’s in complete agreement Chantelle.”
“Thank you, Tai. Now Lizzie, just to clarify, what is it you will become if Michael agrees?”
I began rubbing myself against Taisha’s finger. “I, ah, wanna be, hah, your fuck toy. Oh God!”
“Easy Lizzie Sweetie, you’re gonna make yourself come.” Said Taisha happily.
“Tai, may I borrow your slut toy for a few minutes for some preliminary training?” Chantelle asked respectfully.
“Yes of course, for as long as you like. I’m just gonna need her tongue when you’re done.” Answered Taisha.
“Lizzie, I will decide when you get to come, is that understood?” Asked Chantelle calmly.
“Yes, Mistress Chantelle understood.” I took a deep breath and stopped fucking Taisha’s fingers.
Taisha maintained a gentle circular tickling with her fingers as I tried to focus.
“That’s better Lizzie, breathe and relax,” Sighed Taisha. “I think she’s calm now Chantelle. She gets so excited sometimes.”
“You really are a horny little slut aren’t you Lizzie?” Chantelle’s condescending tone returned. “When Taisha first told me about the uppity bitch, she brought down, I thought she was exaggerating.”
“Yes, Mistress Chantelle,” I replied with Taisha continuing with her taunting fingers.
My will was gone, as the thought of surrendering myself to two beautiful goddesses and that bulging cock was all that mattered to me.
“You wanna fuck my husband and suck his cock while I watch, don’t you slut?” Barked Chantelle.
I had a moment of panic, wondering how to answer, but I had to be honest.
“Yes, Mistress Chantelle.” I gasped fighting the urge to use Taisha’s torturous fingers.
“And what are the rules for fucking my husband Slut?”
“Only when you give permission, and when you’re watching Mistress Chantelle.”
“That’s good Lizzie. Now the rule that is understood between you and me?”
“I have to make you come twice for every time I make him.”
“Correct. And one more rule that will be understood between, you and me. If Tai, chooses to continue her plan to give you to me, I become the Alpha. You will follow my command over all others, including Michael. Understood?”
“Yes, Mistress Chantelle, I’ll do anything you ask.” I replied too eagerly.
There was no question, Tony and the young Michael had both been disappointments. Taisha, on the other hand, pressed every one of my buttons, and serving her was the most exciting and satisfying time of my life. I already had the sense Chantelle could push all the same buttons and had to find out.
“I do like her spirit Tai, thank you. She is very obedient so far. Ok Lizzie, you know the unspoken rules. Michael must never know either of them. Now that I think about it, there is one more unspoken rule. You and I can fuck anywhere, anytime we want but we never discuss anything in front of Michael he didn’t personally witness, agreed?”
“Yes, Mistress Chantelle, our secret makes me very wet for you,” I said, hoping to score points so she would let me come.
“Spoken like a horny little slut, Lizzie, very nice. So what have you got for me?”
I sat lost in Taisha’s touch, unsure what she meant, then it hit me, the videos “I’m Sorry Mistress Chantelle, they’re on my laptop, I’ll need to go get it.”
“Hurry Lizzie, we need to get through them before Michael comes home. I’ve got an idea, go get it and zoom me, Tia’s got my email. We can watch them together.”
“Yes, Mistress Chantelle,” I nearly burst with excitement. The thought of sitting in Taisha’s lap and seeing Chantelle’s face as she watched, had me tingling.
We connected the zoom meeting and her hair looked even more touchable than I remembered. I pulled up the “audition tape” for being Taisha’s cunt licker and began to hit play.
“Lizzie, don’t you think we should play them in order?” She said in her teacher voice.
“I a…” I started to say, “I am,” as my intention was to avoid the supply room shame with my student. But I knew the consequences of being dishonest would be worse.
“Oh yeah, Michael.” I said, trying to cover.
When the tape began Chantelle’s eyes widened as Michael’s voice blared. “No fucking way. Feel this! I can’t wait till Sunday…”
“Damn Lizzie, look how you grab that cock. My Michael, will love this.” Said Chantelle as Taisha rubbed me through my wet panties.
Taisha had me building toward a climax quickly and backed off as soon as she sensed it. “Easy Lizzie,” said Taisha softly.
“When can you come Lizzie? Asked Chantelle staring at the video
“When you tell me to, Mistress Chantelle.” I answered hoping for her permission.
“Fuck Lizzie, you fucking devoured that fucking dick. That boy was right, you are a hungry little slut. I can’t imagine how much he came, and you swallowed every drop. Damn girl, then you sucked him hard again and road him like a pogo stick. I can’t imagine my Michael sayin’ no to this. Thank you, Lizzie.”
And so it went, we watched them all and Taisha kept me on the edge through it all. When we started the tape of Tony and I on the dining room table she slid the laptop away and tilted the web cam to let Chantelle see our bodies, and how she was rubbing my steaming cunt. I wanted my panties off so bad.
“Damn Lizzie fucking your man for Taisha. Not sure whose gonna like this one more me or Michael. Thank you for this. He’s gonna fuck the hell out of me for sharing these, and maybe you too.”
I let out an audible whimper hearing that. Taisha’s merciless fingers continued to tickle me through the panties.
When we brought up the “audition tape” for being Taisha’s cunt licker Chantelle’s demeanor became much more serious. She watched intently, and her breathing became slow and deliberate.
“I can’t believe you’re giving her up Taisha,” she said without breaking her gaze at the screen.
“Look at her Lizzie, I think you’re hired.” Said Taisha grinning like a proud teacher.
I grunted my approval and begged for relief, “Please huh!”
“Her panties are so wet for you Chantelle,” Said Taisha.
“Mine too Lizzie,” sighed Chantelle. “I am so gonna fuck Michael again when he gets home.”
“Please let me come Mistress Chantelle.” I pleaded meekly.
“Not yet Lizzie, are there more videos?”
“Yes Mistress, Chantelle, two more.” I said pathetically. My pussy throbbed and Taisha kept rubbing. Knowing which two were left, I knew my suffering would only get worse.
The next one was one Taisha shot on my cell phone. She made me beg to eat her pussy, even though I didn’t deserve it. I had to relive the awful things I did and said to her before she finally let me lick her to orgasm. Then she made me fuck her fingers on the sofa while telling her how much better it was than fucking Tony and Michael.
It was all true. I came so hard clinging to her neck as I rode her fingers that day. So much harder than anyone had ever made me come. I’ve watched it dozens of times since and came every time I’ve watched. It was the most humiliating tape of all, but my favorite, none the less.
Watching Chantelle’s face as she observed me making myself come for Taisha, was almost enough to climax spontaneously, but throw in Taisha’s finger and there was no hope. I whimpered and begged pathetically, but she would not let me come.
“Fuck Lizzie, this one’s just mine. Michael doesn’t need to see this one… Oh my God I’ve never seen anyone come like that…”
“Please I need to come Mistress Chantelle.” I leaned my head back against Taisha’s shoulder, and gyrated my hips, only to have Taisha take her fingers away again.
“Don’t we all Lizzie,” said Chantelle.
Taisha nodded in agreement smiling. I could feel the heat emanating from her womanhood as she shifted my body, so my ass sat on the seat cushion between her legs. I wished again we had removed her dress first.
“That one’s our little secret, OK Lizzie?”
“Yes, Mistress Chantelle!” I said panting.
“I’m gonna come back to this one later. I’d like to watch it together in person sometime Lizzie.”
“Huh Ah!” I squealed. “Please!”
“Just one more Lizzie, then I want you to show me one of your toys. Would you like that?”
I let out another squeal, pussy throbbing, as Taisha continued my torment.
“That’s a “Yes Mistress Chantelle”, in case you don’t speak slut.” Teased Taisha.
As the toy demo video played, she again took on a more serious tone. As I rubbed my clit on the vibrating cock on screen, she bit her lip and blinked repeatedly. Then she took a deep breath. “Oh my God,” she mouthed before shifting in her seat.
“Fuck Lizzie that was…” She seemed speechless, and when the camera angle shifted to the doggie style black dildo fuck, her eyes widened, and she blinked again. “And there’s more…”
She watched in amazement, and I am ashamed to say, I felt a sense of pride, that I had such a beautiful sexy woman, so flustered.
“Shit Lizzie, it’s like you made this just for Michael and I. That is the hottest, sluttiest thing I’ve ever seen. Tai, Honey, she’s amazing. I want her, I want her, I want her. I feel like a kid in a candy store. I need to calm down, I need to think about how to approach Michael…”
Seeing her excitement, I had reached my limit and didn’t care what the ramifications were, I needed to come. I closed my eyes and tried to relax my whole body, focusing my attention on Taisha’s circling fingers. With the right focus, I was sure I could climax.
I envisioned lying in bed on my back, with Chantelle straddling my head and fucking my face, while Michael held my ankles high and wide leaning against the bed pounding his cock in my throbbing cunt.
“Lizzie, open your eyes,” commanded Chantelle. Taisha removed her hand yet again. “Thank you, Tai, she looked like she was about come. Where to trying to sneak an orgasm without permission?”
“I’m sorry, Mistress Chantelle, I can’t take it…” I thought about what to say. “I can’t stop thinking about being your fuck toy, please.”
“Thank you for your honesty, Lizzie, that’s an admiral trait and I do like how excited you are. So we’ll let it slide, this time. In the future, if you come without permission, there will be consequences.
“Thank you, Mistress Chantelle,” I said wondering what “consequences might mean.”
“Tai, do you think we should give her some relief? She looks a little distressed.”
“I will leave that up to you, Chantelle, I have lent her to you for the evening. I can tell you her panties are quite wet.”
“Why are your panties wet, Lizzie?” Chantelle asked taunting me.
I almost said, “Probably because Taisha, keeps rubbing my pussy! but thought it best to focus, oh Chantelle. “You’re so beautiful, Mistress Chantelle. I wanna please you.”
“Thank you, Lizzie, that’s sweet. If I told you I would like to see you make yourself come in your panties for me, would you do that Lizzie?”
“Oh yes Mistress Chantelle, please let me come for you.” I pleaded. My pussy throbbed for relief.
“Please get your massager ball, I would like to see you use it. And I plan on recording it so we can watch it later. Is that Okay?” She gave a sly smile.
“Yes, Mistress Chantelle.” I complied, willingly ready to humiliate myself again.
“Sit on your table where you made Tony eat your little pussy Lizzie.”
“Yes, Mistress Chantelle”, I complied eagerly.
I stood up and grasped the massager. Then I sat on the end of the table facing Taisha who held the laptop camera on me as I got in position. I slid onto the table and pushed back until my heals were on the edge of the table, legs spread, and knees slightly bent. I still wanted the panties gone, but Chantelle specifically asked me to come in them.
“That’s good Lizzie but scoot that ass closer and spread those legs wider.” Chantelle directed.
I did as commanded.
Her face lit up,” Wider.” She said firmly.
I complied.
“Wider.” She repeated.
I could barely sit up as my heels nearly touched my ass and my knees spread wide enough to touch the table.
“Very flexible Lizzie. Now show me your massager.”
I held it in my right hand and held it at my stomach, so it was center screen. Taisha held the webcam between my legs with an upward view of my inner thighs up to my face.
“How many speeds Lizzie?”
“Two,” I answered desperate for much needed relief.
“Good, now I want you to turn it on low, and before you touch yourself, I need to tell you the rules, Ok?”
“Yes. Mistress Chantelle.” I said as the massager began to hum.
“Good girl. Now, I want you to tell me what you were thinking in the restaurant when Taisha Made you climax for me.”
I quickly decided to keep my thoughts to Chantelle only as I began. “My first thought was how beautiful you are and how thick and lush your hair is. I wondered how it would feel cascading over my naked body…”
“Touch yourself Lizzie,” she said calmly.
I pressed it gently against my clit through the panties and gasped. “I loved how it frames your beautiful face and imagined how your lips would feel and taste. I wanted to touch you and feel that smooth ebony skin. Oh, Mistress Chantelle, please let me come. My pussy burns for you. Ah, ah, please!” I gasped, trembling.
“Ok Lizzie, you’ve earned it, but we are not done.” She said smiling.
Looking at her beautiful glowing face, I let go. With both hands on the massager, I pushed the vibrating ball against my clit and surrendered myself to her.
“Oh, God, I, huh! Love that dress. Coming, Miss, huh, tress.” I grunted as my body jerked with each pulsing wave.
“Hold it there Lizzie, I know you need more. Do not take the massager off your clit until I tell you Slut!” She commanded sternly.
“Yes Mistress, oh! Chantelle.”
My spasms slowed and I held it firmly against me.
“Continue Lizzie.”
“Your dress, fit so well. I wanted to touch every nook and cranny it revealed. Your body is as beautiful as your face. I could see your nipples through your bra, and wanted to peel the dress off…”
My eyes closed and mouth opened as the vibrator worked it’s magic and a second orgasmic wave took me. I let out a high-pitched cry of bliss as my lower body quaked.
“Chantelle, can you tell how soaked those panties are?” Asked Taisha in wonderment and moved the camera closer.
“Damn Lizzie, that little twat is leakin’ somthin’ fierce. Don’t you move that massager.”
I shook my head, signaling I would not move it, as the second orgasm began to subside.
“What did you want to do if you got my dress off Lizzie?”
“I want to see your beautiful breast, feel them in my hand, and kiss those nipples hard. I want to touch every inch of you and worship that beautiful body…” I began to moan again, feeling another climax build. “Can I please come again Mistress Chantelle. Oh please!”
“Yes Lizzie, I think…”
“Aaaahhhhh! Aaaahhhhh! Aaaahhhhh! Aaaahhhhh! Aaaahhhhh!” I screamed as I fell back on the table. In the throes of my third orgasm.
“That’s it come for me, my little slut, show me how much you want it.” She said with a calming tone.
My body quaked and hips thrust up and down as I held the vibrating ball firm against myself. “I love coming for you my Mistress Aaaaahhhhhhhh!” I yelled staring at the ceiling.
As my body spasmed, I picked my head up and looked down at the lap top cam Taisha held between my legs. Chantelle’s bright beautiful face looked back at me with a contented grin. I could only grunt, wide mouthed into the camera
When the orgasm passed, my clit was swollen and sensitive and the vibrator continued its blitz. I was about to plead for some relief when Chantelle spoke.
“How ’bout a little break, while you get those panties off Lizzie?” She smiled.
“Thank you, Mistress Chantelle!” I turned it off, set it aside, and laid back to collect myself.
“You’re welcome, Lizzie. Now. would you please take off your panties and show me your wet little pussy?”
Taisha pulled the laptop back to her lap and I sat up with my feet dangling off my dining room table. While I wiggled my panties off it occurred to me, thanks to Taisha, I have come more times on my dining room table in the last few weeks than in my bed for the past two years.
“That’s good Lizzie, I see it peeking at me.” She smiled like a kid at Christmas. Assume the position, Lizzie. I want to see your little clit up close and personal.” Her smile grew more sinister.
As I spread my legs and put my heels back on the table, the cool air washed over my soaked cunt. The twisted part of me loved being ogled and toyed with. Taisha pushed the web cam closer, zooming in.
Looking down at the camera I could see my swollen clitoral hood jutting out over my trimmed bush. I watched Chantelle’s eyes as she gazed at my womanhood, and I felt a tingling surge through my whole body.
“Spread yourself open for me Lizzie, show me your clit.” She said softly.
I reached down with both hands and spread my labia with my fingers and pulled my hood back with my thumbs. My red stiff clit protruded almost a half inch. Chantelle’s face lit up and she quickly puckered out her lips and moaned in sympathy.
“Oh Lizzie, it looks so red and stiff. I wish I could kiss it and make it better.” She sighed.
“Yes,” I whimpered.
“Does that excite you, Lizzie?”
“Yes!”
“Do you want your toy back?”
“Yes!”
“Turn it on high this time.” She commanded and I complied. “This time I want you to tell me what you were thinking when you were staring at my husband’s cock Lizzie.” Her voice intensified.
I hesitated.
“Touch yourself Lizzie! Be honest and tell me what you were thinking slut!”
I pressed the ball against me. The high setting hummed deeply, with a slower but more pronounced range of motion.
“Hoah!” I gasped and she grinned in response. “I thought about burying my face in your sweet pussy, with my ass in the air so Master Michael could drill that beautiful dick into my screaming cunt. Oh God, Mistress Chantelle! I wanna be your fuck toy!”
“You’re a little slut that wants me to watch while my husband fucks you aren’t you Lizzie?”
“Yes, but I wanna be your cunt licker even more, you’re so sexy in that dress. Oh fuck! You’re making me come again,” I panted frantically.
“She really is a suck up Tai.” She joked.
“I think she’s being honest. She’s had… greater satisfaction from cunt licking than she’s ever gotten from a cock, haven’t you Lizzie?” Asked Taisha.
The image of being double teamed in my head and the new frequency of the massager against my naked cunt, had me climaxing again. I really didn’t even grasp the question.
“Oh yes My Goddess, yes! Oh fuck! Yes!” I grunted and dropped my back down on the table again.
My upper body jerked as I surrendered to orgasm number four. (Five counting the restaurant.) While I stared at the ceiling convulsing in pleasure, my arm thumped against the strapless black cock Taisha fucked me with just days ago.
With my climax receding, suddenly a new image took my thoughts and I needed to share it with Chantelle.
“I wanna be on my hands and knees with Master Michael’s cock in my mouth while you fuck me from behind with the strapless black cock, like a horny little bitch!”
Her surprised, excited expression was all I needed. My head thudded against the table as I arched and raised my ass off the wooden top. My cum covered ass cheeks stuck to the surface as I rose. My left hand lay flat on the table next to my hips as my right held the vibrating ball of pleasure against my clit.
“Please fuck me Mistress Chantelle!” I shouted before emitting a harmonic wave of low-pitched open-mouthed moans. My thighs crushed the ball helping to secure it against my oozing cunt. “Come in my mouth please, Master Michael!”
“Oh God Lizzie!” I heard Chantelle almost whimpering.
“Damn Lizzie,” Panted Taisha.
My pelvis rocked up and down, with my ass suspended off the table. I came for the sixth time that evening with my feet and shoulders touching the table, in some perverse bent knee version of a crab walk.
“Coming, for, y, you Mistress, Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!” I yelled with each pelvic thrust, until my body collapsed flat on the table.
I let the ball slide off my over rubbed clit but held it to my labia, complying with Chantelle’s command.
“Thank you Lizzie, you can rest now,” she said panting. “You’ve definitely convinced me.”
I turned it off and dropped it onto the table. Then I slid up the table and let my feet dangle toward the floor. When I looked at the screen, I saw her beautiful bright smile just before she looked away.
“Michael’s home, talk to you soon Tai.” Her head turned and her hand reached for the laptop. “I’m gonna f…” The lid slammed and the zoom ended.
Taisha, set the laptop aside and spread my legs. “Damn Lizzie, your clit looks angry. Maybe I should kiss it and make it better.”
I held still, nervously, as she moved closer. My clit was rubbed raw, and I didn’t think it could take anymore. Her chair scooted as she leaned in, with a palm on each of my thighs. Surrendering, I leaned back, looked at the ceiling and braced myself.
Her breath washed over me first, followed by a tingling gentle wisp of a Kiss to my clit. I exhaled in relief at the gentle touch. Next, she took a slow teasing lick up my length with just the tip of her tongue parting my labia.
“Ooooohhhhhh.” I sighed as my legs relaxed.
Next, she pressed her open mouth gently against my wetness and French kissed my pussy. As I trembled from her soft blissful kisses, she guided my legs over her shoulders and pulled my pelvis to the edge of the table.
My moans continued and she kissed and tongued my tender pussy.
“You taste so good Lizzie” she said taking a breath.
I propped my elbows behind me to see her as she worked her gentle magic on me. Her head moved slowly as her tongue swirled and explored me. Those luscious lips never broke contact with mine and she softly hummed her pleasure. Her eyes opened and widened further once she knew I was watching.
She raised up and to a long firm lick up my slit, looking hungrily at me.
“Oh God, Ms. Smith, you feel…” She took a series of several quick laps from my opening to my clit… “Oh yes, aaahhh.” I dropped my upper body down to the table moaning and whining as my beautiful Goddess made love to me with her mouth.
She took another breath, “You’ve been such a good Girl Lizzie, I need to reward you Sweetie.” She said in a soft sultry voice that sent gooseflesh down my thighs.
As she slid back into my slit, I closed my eyes rolling my hips in complete blissful surrender. “Thank you, my Goddess,” I sighed between breaths.
She hummed her response never stopping her motion, my body had never felt so relaxed and electrified at the same time. My reward more than made up for all the taunting and humiliation. The skin of her neck and shoulders felt so warm and soft against my thighs, I never wanted to stop. I thought I could feel her pulse through my inner thighs as she maneuvered her mouth to service all of me.
Her lips opened and sucked in one of my labia, followed by a tongue probe and then she sucked in the other. I swayed and serenaded her with a cascade of moans and sighs while she slowly brought me to a crescendo of pleasure one more time.
Sensing it she slid two fingers into me and concentrated her lips onto my clit. “Oh yes, I love you inside me,” I squeaked. “Oh please, fuck me, aaaaahhhhhh!”
Taisha continued in constant motion as my orgasm built. I raised my head and looked in her eyes as she sucked and plunged her tongue and finger. The look on my face was a mix of desperation and bliss. I watched her head wiggle as she relentlessly mouthed my oozing cunt, until finally I rolled my head back and shuddered as I came in her mouth.
As the flood of my juices flooded her tongue, she moaned her pleasure and continue to devour my essence. She milked my climax with her relentless lips until I settled back into a state of contented calm. When she finally pulled away, I groaned my disappointment.
“Thank you, my Goddess, that was incredible.” I said blissfully.
She stood up and reached out both hands. “Your turn, Lizzie.”
I took her hands and she pulled me up guiding me to my feet. Then she gave me a brief kiss, before sitting in the chair. I watched as she spread her legs causing her skirt to slide up.
“I think, I’ve been more than patient. Wouldn’t you agree Lizzie?” She asked coyly.
“Yes, my Goddess,” I replied lowering myself between her legs.
My smile grew when I was able to see she was not wearing panties. “Thank you,” I whispered softly, while I pushed the hem of her skirt higher. “Can I please, push it up higher.
“Such good manners, Lizzie,” She replied, raising up to let me slide the skirt over her ass.
I leaned in and took a deep breath through the nose, sampling her scent, before exhaling onto her damp pussy. There was that glistening bright pink gap between her black labia, again demanding my tongue. The thought occurred to me to tease her with first, but we both sensed the urgency.
I slid my tongue between her lips and wiggled it slowly in as deep as I could go, before pulling back and firmly licking her length. “I love tasting you,” I sighed before diving back in.
“There’s my cunt licker. Oh yes Lizzie.” Her hand gripped my head and held me against her. “Don’t you dare stop Lizzie; I need this.”
Moaning into her pussy, I nodded. “Uh huh.” sensing her growing wetness. My cheeks brushed her warm silken thighs and my hands wrapped under them so I could grip the side of her glorious ass. I was sexually spent but it didn’t matter. Her scent, warmth, and taste consumed me, driving me to please her. Nothing else mattered.
My lips and tongue were in constant motion and her moans of pleasure were like a rush of adrenalin through my body. There was no need to rush, slow and steady was driving her toward a climax that had been building in her for hours now, and I was the cause. I don’t think I have ever felt more powerful than that moment, kneeling before my African Goddess, bringing her overwhelming pleasure.
“Oh Lizzie, so good AH!” She panted as her thighs began to tremble.
A flood of her warm tangy-sweet juices coated my tongue and cheeks. Her grip on my head pushed me deeper as the long-awaited orgasm took her. Her whole body began to tremble, and she almost sang but her rapid spastic gasps took her voice every couple seconds.
I resisted the urge to increase my pace, choosing instead to see how long I could keep her at my mercy. Her upper body rolled back, she looked to the ceiling, and began a long loud howl of pleasure. As she wailed, her ass rose off the chair and her hips pumped at incredible speed with no more than an inch motion up and down.
In response I slid my hands under her and gripped her ass hard holding on as I planned to milk this climax as long as she could stand. Her volume and pitch rose as her body twitched uncontrollably.
With my face buried in her hot wetness, my eyes marveled at the frantic blissful look on her face. “Oh fuck Lizzie!” she screamed in the highest pitch I ever heard from her. Then her hips began to spasm in powerful upward thrusts as she held my head hard against her. Her mouth was wide open, and she screamed at the ceiling.
My tongue was tired, and I could barely breathe through my nose as she held my face in her flooded cunt. But I relished this moment and would pass out before I cut it short. Every thrust of her pelvis strengthened my resolve to continue. Feeling her buns contract in my hands was surreal, I had fantasized about this very moment when I saw her in that dress, and now they were in my clutches and Taisha Smith was completely under my control.
Finally she pulled me off and dropped back to her chair limp and panting for air. I looked up and smiled. “Thank you, my Goddess, I love pleasing you.” I said honestly.
She exhaled heavily as she spoke, “Oh Lizzie, that was, oh God, that was so good.”
I smiled and leaned back in to lick her clean. Slowly and methodically I lapped up her nectar, looking at her the whole time. I didn’t want any of her heavenly juices to go to waste. She leaned back and caught her breath and let me have my way.
“Such a good little cunt licker Lizzie. Chantelle is gonna love this. But hey we still have more time together. I’m filling in for Mrs. Fitzpatrick tomorrow. She has a nice big floor length desk.” She grinned. “I might have to hold you over for detention after school. You’ve been a naughty girl, Lizzie. I just may have to wash your mouth out.”
I nodded. Not wanting to break away.
She smiled and grabbed my hands. “Thank you, Lizzie, stand up Sweetie.”
We stood up facing each other and she leaned in for a kiss, while she wiggled her dress back down. She licked at my lips as we kissed, so she could taste the remnants of her juices on me.
“You did very good today, Lizzie, I know Chantelle is convinced and she always gets her way. I hate to come and run, but it’s getting late. I will see you in detention young lady.”
I watched her walk out, poured a glass of wine, and made my way to the shower. Afterwards I was cleaning up the kitchen and dining room, collecting my toys and replaying the day. I could not believe I came seven time and a few hours.
“What is wrong with you Lizzie?” I asked myself. “Fuck you’re calling yourself Lizzie now!”
I downed the wine and after throwing the empty bottle out, I walked through the dining room. I caught a whiff of her in the air and it stopped me. I had cleaned the table and toys and put them away. Then it occurred to me, the chair. I was about to go get the Clorox wipes to clean it, when instead I found myself dropping to my knees and breathing her in.
As her scent permeated, my obsessed mind I felt the rush of moist heat between my legs yet again. There I was, after seven orgasms, on my hands and knees in a night shirt and the white thong panties I wore for her, breathing her in like a junkie trembling for another hit. I tried to convince myself I was completely pathetic, but I could not stop for what felt like several minute.
When I broke away, I chose not to clean the chair. Sadly the next morning, imagining my session in detention after school, there I was again. This time I was wearing a navy, shin length, schoolteacher dress, on hands and knees huffing the drug, I could not get enough of, Taisha Smith.
That day and five more days over the next two weeks, Taisha, had me in detention. But on Friday of that second week, she texted me around lunch time.
Taisha: I heard from Chantelle. Things are going well with Michael.
My heart raced when I read it.
Me: Thank you!
Taisha: She wants us to make an audition video for Michael. Your house 6PM
Me: Thank you Ms. Smith. I’ll be ready.
Taisha: I know you will.
After getting the text, it seemed odd. I had been so focused on pleasing Taisha, the thought of pleasing a man left me a bit confused. But it didn’t take long, to remember just how easy it is. All they need is a warm place to put it, or a hand, or a stiff breeze.
I hurried home after school and prepped. After primping, I perused a few web sites for slut porn. It was rather exciting watching the good actresses devour a cock with their mouth and tongue. I did get some fresh ideas.
I was ready at 6:00 as promised. When she arrived, I was dressed only in my thong. My toys and wine were on the table. The cell phone was on the tripod for recording.
She stepped in wearing black slacks and blue polo shirt. her hair was pulled back into a balled ponytail. Appropriate for the roll of Michael Morris.
She smiled and slid in the door sparing me potential exposure to passersby as I greeted her nearly nude. “You look simply delicious Lizzie.” Her hand gripped my shoulders and she pulled me in for a kiss.
As excited as I was to take this next step with the Morrises, the kiss reminded me how much Taisha affected me. The thought of losing whatever it was I had with her, was disturbing.
“I see you have the wine!” she said walking toward the table. “And the toys!”
We drank a couple glasses of wine to lighten the mood. While we discussed Ideas for the video.
“So what do you think I should do for it?” I asked hoping she might have insight into what he likes.
“Oh Lizzie, this is your video Honey. You’ve shown remarkable creativity in the others. I would only get in the way. What is it you want to do?”
Somehow her vote of confidence made me feel good, despite the implications of my perverse sense of creativity when being a video slut. Also she was right. I had several ideas and we talked them through. With her playing the role of Master Michael, it added a whole new twist as I could live out fantasies with her as well.
We decided on a similar approach as I began with hers. The tripod was set at the end of the table, and I sat on the table and wearing only my Thong, legs spread for the camera. I was sitting up leaning back on my arm like a tripod with palms flat on the table.
I considered focusing all the attention on him but did not want him to think about me without including Chantelle. So I decided his video would include thoughts and attention with Her.
“Action!” said Taisha manning the camera.
“Good evening Mr. Morris, it’s me, Lizzie.” I said with a seductive smile. I have been thinking about you and Mistress Chantelle ever since I first laid eyes on the two of you.
As you may already know, Ms. Smith mentioned that she thought you might be interested in a toy to spice things up a little and help to provide an outlet for someone’s insatiable appetite. That thought had me so excited Ms. Smith was kind enough to rub me off thinking of the two of you right there in the restaurant that night.
I too have a large appetite for such a petite body and think I can be a nice between meal snack to keep everyone satisfied.” I added a slightly tacky Vanna White hand wave passing over myself and a butt wiggle, for good measure.
“You may already also know; I have been left somewhat short in the satisfaction department when it comes to men. As a result I have been forced to look to other means for satisfaction.” I held up the toys and tossed them aside.
After seeing your tools and hearing about your prowess, these all seem so inadequate. So as I try to demonstrate what I can bring to the table, pun intended…” I tapped the tabletop. “…I won’t use them to demonstrate my commitment just yet.
I slid my right hand slowly down the front of my panties staring into the camera. “I truly didn’t understand what I was missing until Ms. Smith showed me. When she made me her cunt licker, I learned what satisfaction really is. Then when she introduced me to you, I dared to imagine the best of both worlds.”
I took a deep breath trying to contain myself just a little longer, but my cunt was already soaked and throbbing. There was no holding back a moan of pleasure.
“Uh! A strong handsome man with a real cock and knows how to use it, along side a gorgeous sexy woman willing to explore new options. If you’re willing to give me a chance, I promise I will do whatever you need.
I want your warm, stiff cock in my mouth. I can’t stop thinking of Chantelle watching as I try to take all of you into my hungry slut mouth. Oh God, Mr. Morris, please come in my mouth! Ahhhh!”
I couldn’t hold back anymore, my hand moved frantically in and out and rubbing my clit. “Oh God, you’re making me come Mr. Morris, please let me be your fuck toy! Please come in my mouth, please come in my mouth!” I spoke in time with my orgasmic spasms. “Please! Come! In! My! Mouth! Aaaaahhhhh! Coming! In! My! Panties!”
When my orgasm passed, she cut the camera and we quickly set up for the next scene. We removed her pants and I got to wet her pussy, stopping just as I felt she was building toward her own climax. Then we attached the strapless with the added safety harness as we knew it would get rough. As I slid it into her, I wondered if this would be my last time doing it.
We moved the camera to the side and put her pants back on with the cock sticking out. When she started recording, I dropped to my knees and began to deep throat the dildo. Then, using a tip from one of the porn videos, I stroked the shaft with both hands as I pulled out to the tip with my lips. Then, as I plunged my mouth onto the cock, slid them down and off as I took it deep. After a few strokes I felt just like the pro.
For Taisha’s benefit, I gave it an extra thrust moving faster and faster. I could hear her quietly whimpering. Then I jumped off.
“Oh shit, You’re still so hard Mr. Morris!” I said before plunging right back on and sucking wildly. My hair was in a ponytail, and I made sure it flailed from my head motion for added affect.
After a moment I jumped off again. “Oh please, bend me over the table and fuck me like a slut Mr. Morris!”
I sucked the cock again, as I worked her pants down and she stepped out of them. Then she grabbed my ponytail as I had suggested and pulled me up. We had positioned the laptop on the end of the table for a view of my face. I would edit them together later into a single video.
Taisha forced me over the table by the ponytail and held on as she pushed the dildo against my steaming cunt and flipped on the vibrator.
“Are you ready for a real cock, you little slut?” She barked with a jerk of the ponytail.
“Oh God yes please Mr. Morris, I need your stiff dick to pound the fuck out of me! Please!” I begged looking at the web camera.
I couldn’t believe how turned on I was. The added dimension of knowing they would be watching as Taisha fucked sent my excitement level was off the charts.
When she plunged it in the tingle up my spine was overwhelming. My mouth opened and I moaned long and loud. “Oh God, thank you Mistress Chantelle, for letting your man fuck me. Oh fuck! Ah!”
Taisha pounded it in mercilessly and I begged for more. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck! Me! Hard!” I screamed with each thrust. She held firm to my ponytail tilting my head back. “Come inside me Mr. Ah! Ah!” I yelled before I could no longer speak.
My ass jiggled with each plunge and as she picked up the pace my climax built quickly to paralyzing intensity. I was frozen, mouth agape and I squealed with each penetrating thrust of her powerful hips, until my whole body trembled from the magnitude of my pleasure. The rubber cock filled me completely and each time her pelvis impacted my ass a jolt of tingling electricity shot up my spine. She moved at incredible speed immobilizing my body with mind numbing bliss.
Finally Taisha pushed it in and held herself there. I felt her hips spasm against me as we came together. Her self-control was impressive as she came without so much as a peep.
When my orgasm passed, I regained some composure and continued. “Oh my God Mr. Morris, that was… Thank you!”
“Clean my cock, slut.” Commanded Taisha as she pulled out.
I quickly slid off the table onto my knees. “Thank you for letting my clean my cum off your beautiful cock Mr. Morris.” I said looking up at her.
I sucked and licked the dildo clean and even though there were no balls on the strapless, I licked the base of it for effect.
After it was thoroughly cleaned, l set up the final scene. “Oh my God, your cock is still so hard, Mr. Morris. Please let my ride it like a fucking racehorse.”
Then we stopped to reset the camera. “Please tell me you came with me my Goddess.” I said making sure she knew she was still my favorite.
“Yes, Lizzie, thank you sweetie.” She gave me a kiss.
“No, thank you, no one has ever fucked me like. It’s you I’ll be thinking about for this next one too, My Goddess. No one…”
“Ssshhhh, it’s ok Lizzie. I know, I know.” She said as she held my face in her hands and looked me in the eye. Then she gave me a slow probing kiss. “You’re amazing Lizzie and it’s going to pay off. There is no way, Michael could say no to this. Now let’s go out big Lizzie.”
She climbed on the table on her back and cock up. I zoomed the phone cam in for a tight shot of the cock and my ass and we set the web cam on my upper body from the front.
We began with me standing up on my knees straddling her.
I reached down and gabbed the dildo and held it in place as I rubbed the tip between my labia. “Damn your cock is so hot and hard Mr. Morris. I want it in me please.” I begged looking longingly into the camera.
As I slowly impaled myself on Taisha’s cock, I moaned high and loud. “Oh fuck that feels so good,” my voice squeaked.
I found myself sticking my ass out toward the camera. Even as I began to pump my hips, feeling the vibrating cock deep inside me, I couldn’t wait to watch the close up of the dildo sliding in and out of me.
My hips rolled and I quickly found the range of motion to keep the dildo from popping out. I looked down at Taisha and placed both hand on her tits for support. She was out of range of the front cam, so the illusion was my hands were on Michaels chest. She smiled at me when I gripped them.
It didn’t take long to build toward another orgasm compliments of Ms. Taisha Smith. This was one of my favorite positions with Tony, giving me control of the angle of attack and the best chance for me to achieve orgasm. Although, more often than not, he would still come first and usually push me off and pull out for extra protection.
“Oh fuck, It’s so big Mr. Morris. You’re gonna make me come again. Aaahhh!” I wailed into the camera.
I noticed if I added a little forward pelvic thrust when I bottomed out, Taisha gave a pant of pleasure. When I played it back later it also added an extra sensuality to my motion on the close up shot. At this point I turned my gaze toward Taisha’s eyes. “Oh please let me come for you again…” I quickly glanced back at the camera… “Mr. Morris.”
I never looked back at the camera until Taisha, and I came together looking into one another’s eyes.
“I wanna come with you inside me please.” Taisha’s smile sent chills through me and when I found the perfect rhythm her face told me all I needed to know. I was gonna make her come again.
“I love having you inside me. Come with me please.” I said looking down at her beautiful ebony face. Her expression became more frantic as did my speed.
I was panting and sweating, determined to please her every chance I could while there was still time. The feelings she had awoken in me and things she’d done to me had changed everything. Seeing the pleasure on her face gave me a new energy. My hips rocked faster and faster, and the one syllable grunts began again.
“Oh, God, So, fuck, ing, hard! Fuck, me, please! Ah! Ah! Ah!”
My juice coated the cock, and her muff, enhancing the sound as my cunt slapped against her pelvis. Her hand moved to her mouth to muffle her cries of pleasure. That only made my climax more intense.
“Love, your, cock, com, ming, for, you!” I screamed looking down at her.
She clamped her hand over her mouth as her body jerked over and over.
“Pound, my, cunt, please!” Oh, God! Oh, God! Come, in, me, please!” I screamed.
The relentless stiffness with the constant vibration of the strapless made my orgasm seem endless. I needed to please her and did all I could to make it last. Finally her eyes signaled she had reached her limit and I dropped my body onto the vibrating cock and ground my clit against it as the finally spasms of climax rolled through me.
I collapsed forward dropping to my elbows, knowing this would be edited out. I leaned in and she accepted my kiss. Her lips were remarkable soft for such a powerful woman. I stretched my legs out and laid flat on top of her as our tongues swirled and I continued the kiss as long as I dared, before breaking the kiss.
“Oh God,” I gasped, “Thank you my Goddess. Did I please you today?” She gripped the back of my head, hugged me tight, and whispered in my ear. “Yes Lizzie, you pleased me and made me proud today. There’s no doubt you’ll be starting a new adventure very soon. It’s going to be the best of both worlds for you Lizzie. I’ve never seen you quite so excited.”
“You excite me my Goddess. I want to please you more than anyone, please let me stay with…”
“Sssshhhh. Calm yourself Lizzie. I told you, our time’s coming to an end soon. It’s been great while it lasted, but you’ll get a lot more attention with the Morrises than I could give. You be a good little slut for them Sweetie. The chemistry between you and Chantelle is obvious.
“I need to get home now Lizzie. I’m subbing for Ms. Johnson tomorrow and need to prepare.” She said as she rolled me off and pulled out. You’ll need to edit your video ASAP Lizzie. Show them your commitment. Send it to me first so I can approve it first.”
After a few awkward moments of collecting ourselves, she slipped quickly out, leaving me naked and spent standing in my dining room with a table of used toys and cum smears.
Yet another shower was needed. Then, I collected my phone and laptop and began editing, wearing only a silk robe and my white thong panties. I could not bring myself to stop until the final product was complete. It was my first all-nighter since junior year at college. There was no need for caffeine, adrenaline took care of it. I did have to masturbate four times to get through it.
At six AM I texted the final project, Taisha.
Me: Project Based Learning is extremely motivational. What do you think?
She responded at 6:27
Taisha: A+. Your best work yet. Send it out! I will need you to meet me in Ms. Johnson’s room after school, for your oral presentation.
Me: Thank you Ms. Smith, my pleasure!
Taisha: On second thought I need you to meet me for lunch in picnic area C in the park off Elm. You can present your oral arguments there…
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