“Can’t restrain yourself, huh?” Denise’s voice cut across myreverie. “Come here, slut.”
The firm, degrading order sent another thrill through me, and I hurriedly stood up and stepped over to her. She’d finished with the others, and her face was covered in streaks of their cum. As she pulled me close, I eagerly licked it off her face. A moment later the pair of us share a kiss – longer, deeper and more intimate than the one I’d just had with Todd, as wed taste the cum in each-other’s mouths, stiring it up with our tongues, sharing it and savouring it.. Finally, Denise broke the embrace, and placed a proprietary hand on the small of my back, guiding me around as she displayed you to the boys.
“Well, what shall we do with this fine fuckslut?” she asked. Her dismissive way of talking about me like an object was sooo good – it seemed she was as talented a dom as I was a sub.
I wasn’t sure I should answer, but then Denise’s fingers slipped down below the tight, low waist of my shorts, sliding between my buttocks to tease my tight little asshole, and all thoughts left my mind. I gave a long, low moan, and was pleased to see all the boys’ cocks twitched in unison.
“Well,” Denise said with a smug smile as she realised she was the only one thinking clearly, and picked up a small clipboard that had been hanging at her waist to complete her look. “I have some ideas,” she said, ticking them off with mock seriousness. “First, I was thinking we should do some stuff for the camera. A little dyke roleplay between us girls, and then the boys can come in. Then, once class starts… well, I’m sure you’ll gather a lot of attention. If any boys take note of your slutty new look, tell them to meet you between classes. If any girls comment, whether they like it or not, try to seduce them like a little lezzy bitch in heat, and tell them about the breaks too.”
“What’s happening between cla-aah!” My words were cut of as Denise thrust her finger into my asshole up to the first joint – and tight as I was, it felt like it was all the way up to the knuckle. I moaned and panted, my knees wobbly, ignoring the audience entirely.
“Well, slut, that’s when we pimp you out like the whore you are, letting anyone fuck you who offers something in exchange.” I moaned again, as much as that thought as her continued fingering of my ass.
“Also, we should find time to visit Ms Close. She’s giving me bad grades, and it’ll be your job to help… persuade her otherwise.” I shivered at the thought of my hot English teacher – how come I’d never noticed she was hot before?
“And then, after school, some more filming. Any girls that are into you, invite them along. We can always use more sweet, tender pussy. So,” she said, letting the pages fall back onto the clipboard with a snap. “Anyone have any problems with that?” She was addressing the boys, but I knew she was also giving me a chance to back out if any of that was too much for me. |