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First

Chapter 1

Monica McManus -- cheerleader, honor roll student, prom queen, girl next door, and by far the most beautiful young woman I had ever had the pleasure of teaching in my eleven-year career -- sat in the second row of my sixth period chemistry class, taking the final chapter test of the year. It was a warm Friday afternoon in mid-May, and she was wearing a white skirt that was undoubtedly too short for the dress code. But I certainly wasn’t going to send her to the office. Her long, smooth, sexy legs were stretched out on the empty chair in front of her. Perched on a stool behind the elevated demonstration table at the head of the classroom, I tried not to notice. I failed.

Monica shifted in her seat and drew up her left knee. My eyes bulged. Did I just see what I thought I saw?? Yes, I did.

She wasn't wearing panties. And she was shaved.

I made an audible gasp, and had to pretend to clear my throat to cover the noise.

I looked at the clock. I was hoping to catch another glimpse before the end of the hour, but alas, I had to call time without another opportunity. The bell rang and the students filed out, leaving their tests in a pile on the table. Monica gave me a little smile as she dropped off her test, but I averted my gaze due to a guilty conscience.

Finally the last students left the room, and I shut the door behind them. I took the stack of tests to my desk in the corner of the room. I put my elbows on the desktop and rested my face in the palms of my hands, trying to burn the upskirt image into my brain. I heard the door open. "Mr. Miller?" a young female voice called. Somehow I wasn't surprised when I looked up.

“Oh, hi Monica”, I said, trying to compose myself. “Did you… did you have a question about the test?”

“Well I do have a question, but it's not about the test,” she replied as she approached the left side of my desk and dropped her backpack to the floor. “Do you know what today is?”

“Friday?” She laughed politely at my dumb joke.

“It's my eighteenth birthday. Do you know what that means?” she asked with a mischievous grin.

“You can vote in the next election?” Another dumb joke and another polite laugh.

“No,” she replied, then took a brief pause. “It means that I'm legal.”

Somewhere in the back of my mind, a little voice screamed at me that I should tell her that was inappropriate and ask her to leave.

The rest of my brain told that voice, in no uncertain terms, to shut the fuck up.

She took my left hand in both of hers. “You see, Doug,” she said, addressing me by name, “I have been fantasizing about you ever since I was a freshman, when my brother had your class.” She looked intently into my eyes. “I want you to be my first. “

My mouth fell open and I inhaled sharply. As a teacher, I had dealt with plenty of smartass kids, and I was rarely at a loss for words. But in this situation, I was absolutely dumbstruck.

She continued. “I know you're married, but I saw your wife last year at that basketball game. I imagine she must have been pretty when you married her, but, well, not to be rude, she must have really let herself go. A man as handsome as you deserves better,” she stated. “I'm also guessing that if she let herself go like that, she must not have much interest in sex. I, on the other hand, have three older brothers who weren't very careful about hiding the porn sites in their browser histories. I've seen every kind of sex act there is.”

She leaned down closer to my ear, and lowered her voice to a husky whisper. “I want to fulfill your deepest, darkest desires. The fantasies you would never even dream of telling your wife about. I would beg to do them for you. The thought of getting your cock rock hard and making you cum gets me dripping wet.”

Then, to prove her point, she pulled up her skirt with her right hand and took my left hand, still clasped in hers, and brought the back of my thumb to her labia, which were indeed quite wet. Then she pulled my hand to her mouth and licked my thumb. I stared in disbelief, almost as if I was watching this happen to someone else.

She released her grasp and crouched down to access her bag. I at least had the presence of mind to get another brief look up her skirt. She pulled out two identical, older-style cell phones. “These are burners,” she explained. “Completely untraceable. I programmed the number for each phone into the other.” She left one on my desk and returned the other to her bag. “I really hope you'll call me,” she said in a sweet, innocent, almost pleading voice that belied her intent.

With that, she slung her bag over her shoulder and walked toward the door. I watched her perfect legs and exquisite ass. She favored me me with another smile as she reached the door, exited, and closed the door behind her.

It was only then that I realized I hadn't taken a breath in over a minute. I sucked wind like I had just finished a marathon.

Chapter 2

I was so lost in thought that I don't remember driving home. I must have been on autopilot. I kept going over all of it again and again, savoring every detail. Eventually I thought about what Monica said about my wife letting herself go. That didn't sit right. My wife was actually quite attractive, and looked at least as good as she did when I married her more than five years prior. And I couldn't recall ever taking her to a basketball game at the school.

Then I remembered an occasion when I had run into a teacher from my old school district at a game in which her son was playing on our opponent's team. This woman was rather plain, but she was pleasant and made little effort to disguise her attraction to me. We sat together in the stands, and she maintained close contact with me. Monica was probably cheering at that game, saw us, and assumed she was my wife.

My wife… what was I going to tell Taylor about this? And that moment, I realized that, even though I hadn’t consciously expressed the thought, I had already decided that I couldn’t go through with it. I couldn’t accept Monica’s proposition, no matter how badly I wanted to, and no matter how badly she wanted me to. I had too much to lose.

So that just left me with the question of whether I should tell Taylor. Would she be jealous? Would she feel insecure in our relationship? Would it make her worry? Perhaps I should spare her that anxiety. On the other hand, if I didn’t tell Taylor and then she found out at some point, it would make me look guilty, like I was trying to hide something from her. I decided the best approach was to tell Taylor and take the opportunity to remind her how lucky she was to have such a desirable husband.

When I arrived home, I recounted the tale, to Taylor’s growing amazement. As I did so, I brought her into my home office and pulled up pictures of Monica from social media. “She is gorgeous,” Taylor said emphatically. Then she turned and looked at me. “This girl wants to have sex with you?” she said with enough incredulity to offend me if the story hadn’t been so incredible. “Is she failing out of your class or something?”

“She’s been in the A to B range all year, and she’s already been accepted to the college she wanted to get into,” I informed her. “And she doesn’t just want to have sex with me, she wants to lose her virginity to me,” I smugly reminded her.

Taylor looked back at Monica’s pictures for a moment, lost in thought. Then she turned back to me with a shrewd look on her face. “Does she come from an underprivileged family?” Taylor asked.

I was suspicious. “No,” I replied. “Why would you think that?”

“Well I’m just wondering if her family can afford to send her to an optometrist. The poor girl is obviously in need of glasses,” she teased.

“Haha, smart ass.” I poked Taylor in the stomach to tickle her. “It’s good enough for you.”

“Yeah, but I’ve always had low standards,” she countered with faux regret.

Before I could reply, beeping from the kitchen interrupted our banter. “I have to finish making dinner,” Taylor stated as she got up from the laptop. “Try to not to seduce any more teenage girls while I’m gone,” she playfully admonished me as she left the room.

“No promises,” I called after her. I sat down and spent a few more moments looking at Monica’s pictures. Then I started to feel like a creep, so I closed the tab and turned my attention to the stack of tests I needed to grade.

About 20 minutes later, Taylor appeared in the doorway. “I think you should do it,” she said flatly. I barely looked up, as I was in the middle of typing.

“Right, very funny,“ I said, anticipating the punch line.

“I’m serious,” she replied. This made me stop typing. I peered around the screen and took a good look at her. She was serious. I knew what that meant – she was testing me, and looking for reassurance.

“Honey,” I said sympathetically as I stood up and walked over to her. I gently grasped her at the top of each arm, and hunched over a bit so I could look her directly in the eyes. “I love you. I married you. I have a life with you. I want to have a family with you. And I’m not giving up all of that for some high school girl who has a crush on her teacher. I love you.”

She wrapped her arms around my waist, drawing me in for a tight hug. She rested her head against my chest and I put my arms around her shoulders. “I know you do,” she stated. “And that’s why I’m okay with letting you do this.”

I pushed back from our embrace, staring at her in disbelief. “I love you just as much as you love me,” she explained. “You’re a good man. Most guys would have just had sex with her and tried to hide it from their wife. But you told me about it, which you wouldn’t have done if you intended to cheat on me. And we both know this isn’t just some high school girl with a crush on you. She’s gorgeous, and she wants you. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and I don’t want you to miss it because of me.”

I honestly didn’t know what to think at this point. I relaxed my arms and she tightened her embrace again. Finally I asked, “What do you expect in return?”

This time, she pulled back from our hug. “Nothing,” she said, with more than a hint of anger in her voice. I had to tread carefully – this was no time to piss her off!

So I changed tacks. “What about my job? She’s legal so I won’t get in any trouble with the law, but I will definitely get fired.”

“I still have my job, and we still have that money from when my grandma passed. We’ll be fine,“ Taylor replied. “Besides, it sounds like she’s been planning this for a long time and has thought it through. I really don’t think you’ll get caught, unless you do something stupid.” She paused, and then looked up at me. “Really, it’s okay. Call her,” she prodded. “I’m still not done with dinner, so call her now while I finish up.” With that, she hurried off to the kitchen.

I sat for a moment, still wondering if I should do it. Taylor wasn’t the type to tell me one thing when she really meant another, so I had to assume that she really did mean what she said. Then a paranoid thought struck me – what if this was all some elaborate sting operation plotted by the principal or superintendent to catch me in a trap? I realized how ridiculous that sounded. Still, I decided it was better to text Monica rather than call. My message was very brief: “9PM tomorrow,” and then my address. If I called and my voice was recorded, they would know it was me. But anyone who knew my address could have sent that text. Monica’s reply came swiftly, and was equally terse: “I’ll be there.”

Perhaps hearing the text notification, Taylor asked “Was that her?” as she approached from down the hall.

“Yes,” I informed her as she re-entered the office. “We’re all set for tomorrow night.”

She gave an impressed look. “So this girl is going to do anything you want, hmm?” she questioned me.

I shrugged. “That’s what she said.”

“Are you going to be rough with her?” Taylor inquired.

Uh-oh. This had been a bone of contention between Taylor and me for a couple months at that point. I really enjoyed being dominant during sex. Taylor was much less enthusiastic about being submissive, but she indulged me often enough. However, during our last dominant/submission session, I was too aggressive and had pushed Taylor well beyond her limit. Since then, she hadn’t indulged my dominant desires at all. But honesty about Monica had gotten me to this point, and I wasn’t about to start lying now.

I nodded, and simply said “Yeah.”

Taylor looked like she had expected that answer. “Just not too rough, I hope,” she chided me. Then a sly smile spread across her lips. “It’s been a long time since you’ve been rough with me. Too long.”

I immediately knew what that meant, and reacted instantly. I sprang from my chair and pushed her up against the wall, right hand around her neck and left hand between her legs. I spit in her face. “Why aren’t you naked yet, bitch?” I demanded.

I backed away and looked at her expectantly. She didn’t disappoint, and quickly began removing her top and jean shorts. I removed my shirt and pulled my dick out, fondling myself as I watched the spectacle. I had seen my wife naked thousands of times over the years, but I still enjoyed looking at her curvy, sexy body. I made her pose for me – first putting her leg up on the chair, then facing the wall with her arms up and her feet spread apart, then squatting down with her legs spread. And finally I commanded her, “Get on your knees, you fucking whore!”

She did, and tried to suck my dick. I held her head back with one hand, with my cock still clutched in the other. “I didn’t say you could suck it yet, you horny slut,” I said angrily, and then I proceeded to slap my erect cock against both sides of her face. “Get on all fours.” She did. “Now turn around and go to the bedroom,” I instructed. She started to stand. “No, crawl like a dog, bitch!”

I watched her from behind as she proceeded down the hallway, her pussy clearly visible and her ass bouncing from side to side. As she approached the bed, I told her to stop. I finished removing my clothes and knelt behind her. Then I thrust my big, hard cock into her. Even though my cock was dry, her pussy was wet, and it slid in nicely. We both moaned in pleasure. I began to stroke. Slow, deep strokes at first, then faster. I started slamming my pelvis into her at the end of each stroke, so much so that I was pushing her away from me. I grabbed her hair and pulled back, countering the forward motion. She groaned as her neck was cocked back. Finally, I released her hair and put both hands down on the floor so that her thighs were trapped between my body and arms. I fucked her as hard as I could, until she screamed in orgasm.

But I certainly wasn’t done with her yet. I pulled out and ordered her onto the bed, lying on her back. I got on top of her and fucked her again, this time in missionary position. She knew that I could hurt her in this position by driving my cock all the way in. I did just that. “It’s too big,” she complained, voice tight with pain.

“You like it, bitch,” I countered. Still, I eased up and didn’t go quite as deep with my strokes. She pulled my face down to hers and kissed my lips, her tongue pushing into my mouth and licking all inside it. I pulled back to catch my breath.

“It turns me on, knowing that Monica wants you so bad, Master,” she told me in a deep, breathy voice. I smiled broadly. “She wants you so bad, she’ll do anything for you,” she continued. “Will you make her eat my pussy, please Master?”

I was so surprised that I stopped in mid-stroke. “You’ve always said that you weren’t interested in a threesome or being with another girl,” I pointed out.

“I know,” she replied. “But if I was ever going to try it, she would be the girl I would do it with.”

Excited beyond belief at this revelation, I began to pound into Taylor’s pussy with deep, powerful strokes. Despite the pain, or maybe partially because of it, she began to scream in orgasm. I spit in her face as she did so. As her scream faded away, I told her “I’m gonna make you eat her pussy too, bitch.” When she didn’t object, I had a massive, shuddering orgasm, blowing a big load of cum deep inside my wife.

Dinner was overdone and dried out by the time we finally ate. I don’t think either of us minded one bit.

Chapter 3

I spent most of the remaining evening deep in thought, trying to plan for Saturday night. It was all could I think about anyway. I must have lain in bed for an hour, settling every little detail, before I finally fell asleep.

I slept in on Saturday, but once I awoke, my thoughts were again ruled by the anticipated events of the coming night. Taylor seemed nervous, and asked me to reveal at least a few details about what I had in mind. I refused several times, and eventually she stopped asking. Instead, she managed to distract herself with an engrossing book. I tried grading papers, puttering around in the garage, watching TV, and even yard work, but nothing else could complete for my attention. Finally the sun began to slowly descend in the western sky, and we ate a small meal together.

At eight o’clock, I told Taylor that it was time to get ready, and I switched into my dominant persona. I commanded her to take a shower with me. There was a great deal of rubbing, kissing, and general foreplay as our wet bodies slipped against each other. But it wasn’t yet time for any real sexual action.

We got out, dried off, and got dressed. At about 8:45PM, I ordered Taylor to strip naked, enter our walk-in closet, shut the door, and to quietly remain there until I summoned her. I specifically instructed her not to speak or make any sound until I told her she could. I then completed my preparations, which remained secret from her.

At 8:52, I turned off the light and peered out the front window into the dimly-lit street, hoping Monica might be a few minutes early. At 8:55 I checked again, and was disappointed that she hadn’t come yet. At 8:57, a car drove down the street, but cruised right past my driveway. At 8:59, I was almost dancing with anticipation. At 9:00, I became slightly annoyed that Monica still hadn’t arrived. Then I realized that, as her soon-to-be Master, I could impose some appropriately devious and deviant punishment on her for being late. The thought made me smile, and helped pass the time as I considered what exactly that punishment should be.

Finally, at 9:03, I saw a car driving slowly down the street. It slowed to a crawl in front of my house, and then turned into the driveway. A moment later, the unmistakable hourglass-shaped and long-legged form of Monica McManus stepped out into the shadows. As she approached the front door, she was illuminated by the porch light. She was wearing her high-heel sandals, short jean shorts, and a loose tank top. And she looked fucking sexy.

She knocked. I waited a beat, not wanting to appear overanxious. Then I turned on the light, and opened the door. “Hi!” she said, bouncing with nervous energy.

I smiled warmly. “Before you come in, I just want to tell you that you don’t have to do this. If you’re having any second thoughts…” I trailed off as she shook her head emphatically.

“You have no idea how bad I want to do this,” she replied. Her sincerity was more than enough to convince me. I’m sure I didn’t need much convincing anyway.

“Then come on in,” I beckoned, stepping out of the way to let her pass. As soon as she entered, I grabbed her by throat and forced her back against the door, causing it to slam shut. I put my face very close to hers. She was wide-eyed with fear and shock. “Are you sure you want to fulfill my darkest fantasies?” I asked her in a hushed voice.

She nodded, relaxing slightly as she realized my aggressive behavior was in fact part of those fantasies. “I’ll do anything you want.”

I inhaled sharply, as adrenaline and hormones flooded my already-frantic body. “That’s a dangerous thing to say to a man like me,” I said with cold intensity. I spit in her beautiful face, but she did not recoil. “Take your clothes off, bitch,” I commanded, and released my grip from her throat.

She pulled off her tank top, revealing a skimpy, lacy pink bra underneath. She reached behind her back to unhook it, and then pulled the straps down from her shoulders. Her perky, wonderfully proportioned tits were exposed to me for the first time. I smiled devilishly, and unbuttoned my jeans so I could stroke my cock. She bent down to unbuckle the straps from her sandals, and I noticed neatly painted toe nails adorning her pretty, petite feet. She pulled each sandal off, and then stood upright again. She unbuttoned her jean shorts, and pulled them, along with her pink panties, down and off of her feet.

She stood before me, completely naked, awaiting my next command. “Sit down, and spread your legs,” I directed her. I knelt down to get a better look at her bald pussy. I could smell it – a testament to how wet she was already, before I had even started stimulating her. “Now turn around and get on all fours.” As she was turned away from me, I stood and removed my shirt. I stared at her pussy, ass, and thighs as I pulled my jeans, underwear, and socks off. “Stand up and face me.”

She did, and her eyes were immediately drawn to my erect, throbbing cock. She didn’t seem as surprised as I thought she would be, but then I realized that all of her sexual experience was from porn. My rather large dick probably looked normal to her.

I moved in closely to her, grabbing her ass with my right hand as my left hand squeezed her breast. “So tell me, bitch, what’s the most that you’ve done sexually?”

“I’ve kissed a few guys…” she began.

“With tongue?” I interrupted.

“Yeah. And one guy grabbed my tit like you’re doing now, but I made him stop.”

“But you’re not gonna make me stop, are you bitch?” I asked her, already knowing the answer. She shook her head. “You’ve never been naked with a boy?” I continued my questioning.

“No, I’ve never even shown a guy my tits.”

“And what about when you let me look up your skirt yesterday in class? How do you know no one else saw?” I interrogated her.

She shrugged. “I had a little pair of shorts on underneath. But I went to the bathroom right before your class and took them off. And where I was sitting, you were the only person who could see. “ She paused. “I wanted you to see.”

“And I did,” I told her. “It showed me what a horny little slut you are.”

“I am for you,” she professed. “I want to fulfill your fantasies.”

I licked her cheek and whispered in her ear. “Then your very first sexual act is going to be something so dirty that most women will never do anything like it in their entire lives.” I pushed away from her and looked in her face. She was apprehensive, but also intrigued. “Lay down bitch,” I commanded. She did, and then I straddled her so that I stood over her face. I stroked my cock as I stared down at her. “You see, I just took a shit, and I did a really bad job of wiping myself. So you’re going to do it for me. With your tongue.”

A look of horror began to spread across her face as the implications sank in. I crouched down. “I want you to lick my asshole, and keep your tongue out so I can see my shit on your tongue. Then when I tell you to, you will eat my shit,” I instructed her. I crouched down further. “Do it, bitch.”

The sensation is difficult to describe to someone who has never experienced it. It’s vulgar and marvelous, disgusting and delightful. It’s beyond mere pleasure. It is the ultimate luxury. And it requires a filthy and highly submissive slut.

I moved back and looked at her face, and the small amount of my feces on her still-outstretched tongue. She was so young, so innocent, and so beautiful. Any man would consider himself blessed just to hold her hand. And yet I had the power to make her do so much more. Much more than even a typical woman would do. I had to squeeze my cock with a vice-like grip to prevent an ejaculation. I spit in her face. “Now eat my shit, you dirty cunt,” I snarled at her.

She did, and to my surprise, she smiled. That angered me, in a way. I was enjoying the control I was exerting over her, making her do something she clearly didn’t want to do. But the smile suggested that maybe she didn’t think it was so bad. Or maybe she just enjoyed pleasing me.

“Now lick my asshole again bitch, and make sure it’s clean. Make sure that the next dirty whore who licks my ass doesn’t taste any shit. That’s your job,” I directed.

After a few more licks, I stood up, grabbing her hair as I did so and roughly pulling her up with me. “Ouch!” she complained, but I didn’t relent. Instead, I dragged her to the guest bathroom, where I had left a toothbrush, toothpaste, and mouthwash.

“Now clean that filthy whore mouth of yours, you nasty cunt.” As she proceeded to squeeze out the toothpaste, I stood behind her and admired her curves. I kissed her back and ran my hands over her ass, and then down the front of her thighs. I wrapped my arm around her, running my hand on the inside of her thigh, and brought it up to her pussy. She was still wet, even after what I had just made her do. She squirmed and toothpaste dribbled out of her mouth around the toothbrush that was still inserted in it.

As she continued to brush, I whispered in her ear. “You know, for being a virgin, you sure know how to tease a man. Letting me look up your skirt like that? That’s something only a true slut would do. It made me crazy. It made me want to fuck you, long, deep, and hard.” I put my cock in her ass crack and pushed my pelvis forward. She closed her eyes and moaned, too distracted to continue brushing. “That’s what you wanted, isn’t it bitch? You wanted to drive me so crazy that I would just take you. So that I wouldn’t be nice, and I wouldn’t be gentle.” I locked eyes with her reflection in the mirror. She nodded. I called her a slut once again.

After a moment, I pulled back, and she spit out the toothpaste. “You won’t be spitting later,” I taunted her. She smiled and took a swig of mouthwash. Finally she spit that out as well, and it was time for the next part of my plan.

Chapter 4

“Get on all fours.” I ordered, just as I had the night before with Taylor. “Crawl like a dog to the bedroom,” I said, pointing the way to her. She obeyed, and I enjoyed the view from the rear. I told her to turn into the room with the light on, and to get on the bed and lay on her back. I grabbed the blindfold I had left in the nightstand drawer and put it on her. Returning to the nightstand, I seized two pairs of handcuffs (which I had modified so that the chains were approximately 18 inches long) and two short lengths of rope. Moments later, Monica was tied to all four corners of my bed. I paused to savor the spectacle and to consider just how lucky I was. Her feet hung off the foot of the bed by a few inches, leaving as much room as possible between her head and the headboard.

I moved over to the closet and opened the door. I held my finger up to my lips to remind Taylor to remain silent. I guided her out into the bedroom. Her eyes bulged when she saw Monica. “Go sit on her face, you whore,” I whispered as quietly as I could.

I watched very carefully from next to the headboard as Taylor crawled on top of Monica and knelt down over her face. At first, Monica seemed to think it was me. But it didn’t take her long to realize she was smelling pussy. She twisted her head away, and Taylor didn’t pursue. Instead, she looked to me for instruction. I smiled, cherishing the control I had over both of these sexy, submissive sluts. I bent down to Monica’s ear. “My wife is more interested in sex than you thought, bitch,” I mocked her. “In fact, she begged me to make you eat her pussy. And you’re going to do it, aren’t you bitch,” I stated rather than asked.

“Yes,” Monica breathed out. She moved her head back into position, stuck out her tongue, and lifted her head off the pillow. She made contact with Taylor’s labia. I was so enthralled I wouldn’t even permit myself to blink.

“Taylor, grind your pussy into her face,” I directed. Then I turned my attention back to Monica. “Get your tongue deep into her cunt, you little slut. Look at you, a virgin eating out another girl. A girl you’ve never met, never even seen. That’s right bitch. The woman you saw me with at the basketball game wasn’t my wife.” Taylor suddenly looked at me, clearly wondering if I had dated another woman recently that she didn’t know about. I ignored her. “But here you are, with your tongue in her cunt, because I told you to. That’s power, bitch. That’s control. I fucking own you. Now lick her asshole, you dirty whore.”

I moved down near the foot of the bed and knelt over Monica’s left thigh. Less than satisfied with the view, I roughly shoved Taylor’s shoulders forward. Then I growled, “Spread your ass cheeks, bitch! I wanna see this.” She obeyed, reaching back with both hands to pull her ass cheeks apart to give me a better view. But there was a problem. With her nose being smothered by Taylor’s pussy, Monica had to intermittently retract her tongue in order to suck in air through her mouth.

For a moment I thought about punishing Monica for failing to maintain contact, but I decided the fact that she needed to breathe was a good excuse. So instead, I grabbed Taylor’s hair on the top of her head and yanked her back and to the right, telling her, “She can’t breathe, bitch. Time to get off of her,” as I did so. Taylor was pulled off balance and tumbled to the floor next to the bed. But I didn’t relinquish my grip. Instead, I wrenched her up into a kneeling position. She stifled a cry of pain. “Put my dick in your mouth, you whore,” I demanded. “Get it good and wet, because I’m about to fuck this virgin slut.”

Taylor sucked my dick, but, still holding her hair, I pulled her off after just a few head bobs. I released her and turned to Monica. Lying down on top of her, I licked her cheek. I relished the taste of Taylor’s pussy as I removed the blindfold. With my face very close to hers, I asked, “Are you ready for this, bitch?” Her big, beautiful, innocent eyes looked up at me, almost in awe, and she nodded.

I angled my hips and began to insert my cock. I stared at her face with rapt attention, watching her reaction as I took her virginity. She inhaled sharply from the mixture of pain and pleasure. Her pussy was wet, and tight. I grunted as I slowly pushed in, inch by inch. Now it was time to show her just how deep I could go. Watching guys in porn with a big dick was one thing, but actually getting fucked by a big dick was another. Her face constricted in pain as I push in to limit of my stroke. I pulled back just slightly. I smiled. “Do you like that, bitch?” She nodded emphatically. I spit in her face.

As I started to thrust in and out, I remembered that Taylor was still there, still on her knees on the side of the bed, watching us. “Get on the bed, slut. Get behind me, and lick my asshole.” I shortened my strokes considerably as I felt Taylor push her face in between my ass cheeks. I enjoyed the sensation for a few moments. “Come here, bitch, “ I told Taylor as I waved my arm to indicate she should move up to my right, on the side of the bed, where I could see her. “Did you taste any shit?”

Her face was a mixture of surprise and revulsion. I waited a moment, but she still didn’t respond. I was about to punish her, but then I remembered I had commanded her to remain silent. “You can speak now,” I said.

“No, Master,” she replied, still confused about why I had asked such a question. She got her answer a second later, when I turned to Monica and told her, “You did a good job of licking my asshole clean.” I revealed that information to Taylor just to flaunt the control I had over Monica. Taylor became even more dismayed at the revelation. “Now it’s time that you should be rewarded for pleasing your master,” I told Monica. Then I commanded Taylor to suck on Monica’s moderately sized and beautifully shaped tits. Taylor moved to Monica’s left nipple, while I sucked on her right nipple. I continued to fuck Monica, but it was difficult to maintain proper rhythm, angle, and depth with Taylor in the way and my mouth on Monica’s nipple. It was time for a different approach. I pulled out of Monica’s pussy and moved to the foot of the mattress.

“Taylor, lay on top of Monica,” I directed. She did. “Now spread your legs like hers are.” It was a beautiful sight to behold – not just one but two sets of spread legs and two wet pussies, one right on top of the other. I moved up and momentarily fucked Taylor from behind. “Now Monica, open your mouth,” I ordered. Partially laying down on Taylor’s back and turning her head to the left side to get the best view, I told Taylor to insert her tongue. I spit on Taylor’s cheek and watched my saliva drip down onto Taylor’s tongue and into Monica’s open mouth.

I normally have good control, but even I can only take so much stimulation. I had to immediately pull out of Taylor to avoid ejaculating. She moaned in disappointment. “Master, please make me cum,” Taylor pleaded. But I had other plans for my load.

I slid off the side, stood, and relocated to the head of the bed. I grabbed the hair on the back of Taylor’s head and pulled up. I then inserted my cock between their mouths, and pushed Taylor’s head back into position. They both understood what to do: Taylor putting her lips on the upper half of my shaft while Monica licked the sensitive portion on the underside. And thus I fulfilled another fantasy of having two bitches perform oral sex on me at the same time. I slid my cock in and out between their mouths.

But I needed to cum. I pushed Taylor off so that she was lying on her side, to Monica’s right. I then took the pillow and folded it up under Monica’s head so that her chin nearly touched her chest. I scrambled on top of her and pushed my dick into her mouth and fucked it like I had fucked her pussy just moments before. I almost immediately started to ejaculate. Monica started to choke, apparently due to the combination of surprise of the first load in her mouth and the awkward angle of her neck. But she didn’t stop or try to pull away as she struggled to swallow. The fact that she accepted this discomfort in order to please me increased the intensity of my orgasm. As soon as it was completed, I spit in her face again.

I rolled onto my side, on Monica’s left, and Taylor and I now flanked her. I was breathing too hard to speak, so instead I gestured with my left arm for Taylor to come closer. As she did so, I weakly pushed her head down toward Monica’s face. Taking the hint, Taylor began to kiss Monica. Even as I refracted, I reveled in the display.

Once I had rested a bit, I told Taylor to get in 69 position over Monica. She did, and then looked back at me over her shoulder for instruction. Still too winded to forcefully issue commands, I muttered, “You know what I want bitch, so do it.” She dropped her head down and began to eat Monica’s pussy. Monica looked at me expectantly as she began to lift her head toward Taylor’s cunt. I nodded, and she pressed her face in. My dick began to stiffen once more, and I started to run my hand up and down the shaft.

After a few more moments of watching and wanking, I was almost fully erect again. It was time for the final part of my plan. Once again I reached into the nightstand, this time to retrieve a bottle of lube. I clambered onto the bed and situated myself on my knees so that I was over Monica’s forehead and ready to fuck Taylor doggy style. This is why I had taken so much care to leave sufficient room between Monica’s head and the headboard. I stroked my cock some more as I applied the lube. Finally I hit the sweet spot where my dick was fully lubed but not quite fully erect.

Wrapping my left arm around Taylor’s hips, I used my right hand to guide the tip of my cock into her asshole. It was redundant to say so, but I told her, “I’m gonna fuck you in the ass, bitch,” as she lifted her head and grunted in discomfort. “Keep your face in her pussy!” I growled. I pushed in a bit harder, using pain to punctuate my point.

I slowly worked my hips back and forth, gradually working my dick deeper into Taylor’s ass. Finally, with a moan of satisfaction, I pushed all the way in. “It’s been a long time since I put my cock up your ass, bitch. Do you remember what I did after I was done?” I asked her.

“Yes, Master,” she responded apprehensively. “You made me do ass-to-mouth.”

It was an apt description. When, at that time, months ago, I pulled out of Taylor’s ass, my dick was dirty with flecks of her shit. I commanded her to suck my cock, and she refused by shaking her head and pulling back. In reply, I grabbed her hair with my left hand and slapped her across the face with my right. Then I yanked her head back by the hair, causing her mouth to fall open. I shoved my cock in and roughly grabbed her breast with my right hand. When she tried to pull back again, I squeezed her breast with enough force to elicit a cry of pain that was partially muffled by the dirty cock in her mouth. I eased my grip, but kept my hand in place as a reminder of the pain she would suffer if she disobeyed. As Taylor had said, I made her do ass-to-mouth, and in doing so, I knowingly pushed her beyond her limits. This is what had led to the months-long drought of the rough sex I craved. It was a mistake I did not intend to repeat.

“Well don’t worry bitch,” I told Taylor. “You won’t have to do ass-to-mouth tonight, because Monica’s gonna do it. Aren’t you, you filthy slut?” I said, directing my last comment to Monica.

“Yes, Master,” quickly came her reply. Ass-to-mouth probably didn’t seem so bad after cleaning my asshole.

“Eat each other’s pussies,” I directed. Once again, and despite my first release only minutes earlier, I could barely prevent ejaculation. I was fucking my wife in the ass while she had her face in the pussy of a gorgeous young girl, while that same young girl had her face in my wife’s pussy; the same young girl who had just pledged to suck my dick after I pulled it out of my wife’s ass. The combination of stimulations was incredible. But before I came, I had to make one more demand.

“I’m not just going to make you do ass-to-mouth, bitch. I’m going to make you suck the mixture of lube, my cum, and my wife’s shit out of her asshole. And you’re going to do it, aren’t you, you filthy, nasty, disgusting cunt?”

I’m pretty sure Monica said yes, but I didn’t hear her because I began to cum as I said “cunt”. I came so hard that it took me a couple of extra seconds to unclench and then slowly extract my dick from Taylor’s ass. As I looked at my slimy cock for the telltale traces of brown, I considered, for just an instant, whether I should even bother to make Monica clean it with her mouth. I was completed sated, and I just wanted to rest.

But Monica was already lifting her head in an attempt to reach my cock. And I knew that, even if it wouldn’t turn me on in that moment, the memory would excite me for many years to come. So I crawled off the side of the bed, stood, and turned around to face Monica from the side. I lowered my now partially-erect dick into Monica’s eagerly awaiting mouth and watched the twinkle in her eye as she took pleasure in pleasing me. She sucked a little too hard for my comfort, as my cock was feeling somewhat sore after pounding Taylor’s ass, but I didn’t complain.

After a few more seconds, I had finally started to catch my breath and regain not only some strength, but also my desire to dominate. “All right bitch,” I said to Monica as I removed my now-clean dick from her mouth. “You know what you have to do now.”

She nodded. Then I turned my attention to Taylor, still on all fours in 69 position over Monica. I grabbed Taylor’s shoulder and told her, “Sit up.” She didn’t move, and instead looked at me with a mixture of concern and disbelief, as though she couldn’t imagine that I was actually going to make them do this. I spit in her face. Then I forcibly pulled her into place on her knees, squatting over Monica’s open mouth.

I knelt and moved my head next to Monica’s for the best view. I told Taylor to spread her ass cheeks, and she pulled them apart with her hands. Semen was already dribbling out of her still-dilated anus. A drop fell into Monica’s mouth. This was it, the culmination of one of my wildest fantasies. I stared in rapt attention, still unable to believe what I was watching. I began to pleasure my cock, which was already stiffening again less than a minute after my second ejaculation in less than a half hour. I used a series of gentle squeezes and releases rather than strokes, not wanting to exacerbate the soreness. Not yet anyway.

The combination of lube and my jizz was beginning to trickle out faster now, and several more drops fell into Monica’s open and willing mouth. However, that seemed to be more or less all of it. My second load clearly wasn’t as large as my first. But this didn’t concern me. I simply modified my approach accordingly.

“Monica, stick your tongue up Taylor’s asshole,” I commanded. As Taylor was still gaped from my large cock, Monica was able to drive in deeply. I began stroking my dick forcefully. “Now,” I continued, “Suck the cum and shit out of it, you filthy cunt!”

The slurping noises Monica made at that point were all I needed to hear. “Stop,” I told Monica. “Taylor, turn around and lay down next to her.” She did, back on Monica’s right side, as I crawled onto the bed on Monica’s left side. “Now stick your tongue in her mouth. See if you can taste some cum and shit in there.” As Taylor began to kiss Monica, I began to ejaculate. I aimed for Taylor’s right cheekbone.

Unfortunately, I had very little semen left to expel. Or perhaps that was fortunate, as the reason why I barely had any semen was that I had already had two powerful orgasms brought about by intensely stimulating sexual action. In any event, only a drop hit Taylor’s cheek, and another landed on Monica’s chin. But I was beyond caring. I was completely exhausted, and so deeply satisfied that I felt as though I would never need to have sex again.

I slipped off the side of the bed and slumped down onto my knees, arms and head lying like lead weights on the mattress. After several heaving breaths, oxygen began to return to my weary body. There was just one final act that needed to be completed before I could rest easy in the knowledge that I had lived out my fantasy to the very end. Through what I can only describe as a sheer force of will, I lifted my head enough to see my slaves’ faces. I told Taylor to lick my cum off Monica’s chin, and then commanded Monica to lick Taylor’s cheek. Only then did I rest.

Chapter 5

After some period of time beyond my reckoning, I began to hear clandestine movements and barely audible whispers. I gathered that Monica was becoming quite uncomfortable, secured as she was to the bed, and she was asking Taylor to release her. I looked up, considering that it might be enjoyable to watch. Taylor was attempting to untie the rope around Monica’s right ankle. When she saw me look up, she asked, with a bit of an edge in her voice, “Is that it? Are you done?” When I didn’t respond, she demanded “Where is the key for the handcuffs?” in a rather sharp and impatient tone.

I was still too tired (and sated) to generate a proper retort, so instead I just reached into the nightstand to retrieve the key. I leaned over the bed and unlocked the handcuffs holding Monica’s wrists. She began to rub them, alternating from one to the other. I looked down at her and smiled, but she seemed more interested in her wrists. So I laid down next to her and kissed her forehead.

Taylor, who was still struggling to untie Monica’s ankle, looked at me in barely-disguised disgust. “Why don’t you help me untie these ropes instead of laying there?” Taylor said with an even sharper edge than before.

It was becoming increasingly obvious that she was angry with me. At that moment, I wasn’t sure exactly why, though I guessed she might be jealous or felt that I had been too rough. But I was sure that it wasn’t the right time to discuss it. So I crawled around the corner of the bed and began untying Monica’s left ankle. Since I had made the knots, it was easier for me than it was for Taylor, who was still fighting to untie the first knot. I quickly released Monica’s left ankle and moved over to her right side. But Taylor did not move to give me access. “Let me do it,” I directed.

“Fine,” was Taylor’s short and sharp reply. She slid back and Monica sat up, rubbing her left ankle where the rope had slightly abraded the skin. Again I looked at Monica and grinned at her, but she responded with only a wan smile and then became overly interested in examining her ankle.

So both of my bitches are upset with me, I thought to myself in grim humor as I finished untying the last restraint. But I was still too blissful after my sex-periences that night to care. I offered my hand to Monica to help her get off the bed, but she was already in motion rolling off the side. She stood and said, “Well, I should get going.” Then she addressed Taylor. “It was nice meeting you,” Monica said awkwardly.

Taylor gave her a sympathetic smile and replied, “You too.”

Monica then turned and passed me on her way to leave the room, and I followed her as she proceeded toward the front door. She stooped down to retrieve her clothes, still piled on the floor. As she dressed, I asked her, “Are you sure you don’t want to stay awhile longer? We could order a pizza or something.”

“No, my parents get freaked out if I’m out after eleven, and it’s kind of a long drive home,” she less-than-convincingly explained as she slipped her shirt over her head. She did not take the time to put on her bra.

“Okay,” I replied. “But I hate to see you go. This was really an amazing experience tonight.”

“Yeah, it was crazy,” she replied noncommittally. She slid her feet into her sandals but left them unbuckled, and reached for the door knob.

I leaned in to give her a hug. She didn’t resist, but she did keep her body angled towards the door instead of fully turning to face me. Taking the hint, I made the hug very brief. “Good night,” I said with a warm smile.

“Bye,” she replied quickly, and left.

I have to admit I was confused at Monica’s abruptness. In contrast, Taylor’s reaction was much easier to understand. I reasoned that her sour mood was due to jealousy – jealously based not only on the fact that I fucked a gorgeous and much younger woman, but also on the dirty sex acts that Monica was willing to perform. I would simply remind Taylor that she not only agreed to this, but had in fact encouraged it.

That wasn’t a conversation for tonight, however. I was too tired, thirsty, and hungry. So I decided to have a snack rather than returning to the bedroom. Not only would this provide the sustenance I needed, but it would also give Taylor some time to cool down. By the time I finished eating and went to the bedroom, Taylor was already in bed, apparently asleep. My own eyelids were rather heavy, so I quickly got ready for bed and was soon asleep myself.

When I rose from bed the next morning, I found Taylor drinking coffee at the kitchen table. She wasted no time in addressing the lingering issues from the previous night. She fixed me with a hard stare. “What the hell is wrong with you?” she demanded.

“What?” I replied sharply. “You told me to do it, so don’t blame me because you’re jealous,” I asserted.

She shook her head. “That’s not what this is about. This is about how unbelievably selfish you are!”

That took me by surprise. When I didn’t immediately respond, Taylor continued. “All you cared about was making us perform for you so you could get off. But what did you do for us? Nothing! This beautiful, innocent young woman did some really terrible sex acts for you, and you couldn’t be bothered to pleasure her in any way.”

I paused to consider this. “Well, I made you go down on her,” I offered, but I knew it was a weak defense.

“She wanted to fuck you, not me! And what exactly did you make her do with your asshole?”

“Well…” I began, trying to think of the most delicate way to describe what had happened. But before I could respond any further, Taylor threw up her hand and cut me off.

“You know what, I don’t want to know. I already know that you made her eat your cum out of my ass, and that’s more than bad enough. Did you even stop to consider the effect that would have on her?”

“She said she would do anything I wanted!” I protested. “And that the very idea of fulfilling my fantasies made her dripping wet!”

“She’s barely eighteen years old and she was a virgin,” Taylor retorted, anger apparent in her rising voice. “How could it not occur to you that she might not understand the difference between watching porn and doing it in real life?? You’re a fucking high school teacher! You deal with teenagers all day long. It never crossed your mind that she wasn’t ready for the most extreme sex acts you could think of, even if she thought she was? But I guess you were too busy with your own fantasies to think about that.”

She paused just long enough to shake her head. “This is exactly why I don’t like being submissive to you. You are a terrible master. You have no self-control when you’re dominant. There’s no teasing, and there’s no reward to your sub for serving you. You just immediately indulge yourself and don’t even think of pleasuring your slave. Like I said, you’re selfish. You’re a selfish asshole!”

With that, Taylor stormed out of the room. I was left with my own thoughts as I examined each point she had made. She was right, and I felt awful about it. Taylor had done something truly wonderful for me, and I had given her nothing in return. But what happened with Monica was even worse. She had given me everything a man could ask for, and in return, I left her unfulfilled, damaged her ability to trust, and maybe even broke her heart.

I spent the rest of the weekend avoiding Taylor, and desperately trying to conceive of a plan to improve the situation with Monica. I debated about texting her, but that was far too impersonal for the matters we needed to discuss. It had to be a face-to-face conversation.

Finally Monday arrived. I wondered if Monica might skip my class, or even just skip school altogether. Then I caught a glimpse of her in the morning, so at least I knew she was there. I was nervous, and simultaneously dreading the conversation and desperately hoping that I could talk to her to try to set things right. And of course, I was nervous that she might decide to tell someone about our tryst.

Finally, sixth period began. Monica entered the classroom just before the bell, and rather than taking her usual seat, she sat in the back row. She wouldn’t look at me, and purposefully avoided my gaze. When the class ended, she quickly got up and headed for the door. I had to do something.

“Monica,” I called over the din of the students exiting the class. “Can I talk to you for a moment?” I tried to strike a delicate balance between a commanding, but not demanding, tone. The look on her face clearly indicated that she didn’t want to talk to me, but nevertheless she stopped and moved aside while the rest of the class emptied. A few moments later, we were alone. I closed the door softly and maintained my distance from her, not wanting to appear threatening. Monica was staring at the floor.

“I owe you an apology,” I began. She looked up and crossed her arms. She was angry, but also uncomfortable. “Taylor pointed out to me how selfish I was during our time together,” I euphemistically referenced our sexual encounter. “It probably wasn’t what you were expecting, was it?”

She shook her head. “No, it wasn’t,” she acknowledged.

“I pushed you too hard and too far. I was too rough, and too extreme. And I never did anything for you, for your pleasure. I guess I was so excited about living out my fantasies that I lost sight of the effect it would have on you. And I am so sorry for that.”

I paused, anxiously awaiting her reply or even just her reaction. She looked down at the floor again, clearly thinking about what I had said. After a moment, she slowly nodded a few times, and then raised her head to look at me.

“Well,” she said with a hint of a playful smile developing on her lips, “I did kinda like the rough part.” We both laughed quietly, a bit of warmth returning to our relationship.

After that brief pause, she continued. “And I did tell you I wanted to fulfill your deepest, darkest fantasies. But I didn’t realize just how deep and dark they were.”

“And I should have realized that you might not have been ready for what I made you do,” I told her. She nodded in response, with a hint of scorn in her face as if she was indicating that I was stating the obvious. It once again brought my guilty feelings to the forefront.

“Well, if there’s anything good that might come from this situation, it’s that I think you’ll be better prepared for future relationships,” I declared. While this was the truth, I have to admit that I also hoped it would ease my guilt and reduce her anger at me.

“Yeah, I think so,” she said with a wry smile.

I held out my arms. “Friends?”

She pursed her lips and then nodded. She mirrored my posture and we had a friendly, but not especially long or firm, hug. I really wanted to grab her ass or feel her breasts, but that little voice in the back of my mind told me that would be disastrous. This time, I listened.

In the following days, Taylor and I spoke openly about our expectations and desires. I even did some research online about how to be a good master. Our increased communication has led to increased satisfaction in our marriage and especially in the bedroom. However, I don’t think we’ll be having any more threesomes in the near future. But that’s okay – none could ever compare to that night.

 

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Yes it was a bit too dark and too far for a virgin. And to compound matters, be a totally selfish narcissistic bastard without any compassion for the gorgeous women who carried out YOUR fantasies. If you're gonna be that kinda jerk, should at least give them some good dick to show some appreciation...... lucky your ass is still talking to either one of them.......... don't take anyone for granted is a good practice. Practice good habits nobody likes selfish assholes with bad habits

 

I should have made it more clear -- this is a FICTIONAL story. But you're exactly right about the moral of the story