NOTE 1: I highly recommend you read part one if you haven’t already. But to refresh your memory, or entice you to go read part one, here is a quite summary. In part one a happily married teacher is seduced by one of her tough pretty students and slowly her long lost and hidden sexual naughtiness is rekindled. In the end, she submits to the grade 12 eighteen year old and becomes her pet. A plot twist at the end adds a second woman…



NOTE 2: Part one was strictly a lesbian tale. Part 2 includes toys, a glory hole and interracial sex. If any of that offends you please stop reading now. Part 3 will return with the continuation of her final lesbian submission.



NOTE 3: This story is dedicated to Brittany who was the original inspiration for the Julie character.



NOTE 4: A special thanks goes to the thankless job of editing my meandering tales. Thank you, thank you, thank you…ESTRAGON.



NOTE 5: Lastly, a thank you to all my fans who voted for part one and who have e-mailed me their suggestions and compliments.



PET TEACHER CHAPTER 2: TRAINING FOR FINAL SUBMISSION



Three seconds after part one ended…



After her Mother left, Julie ordered I fuck her as planned before we were interrupted. I obeyed nervously knowing her Mom was in the next room. I went behind the 18-year-old and easily slipped the fake cock into her. Desperate to get done, I fucked her like a man: hard and fast. Julie seemed to like this as her moaning increased quickly and she began talking dirty. “Keep fucking me, my pet,” or “That’s it my pet, fuck your Mistress.”



It took much longer than it had for me to get off, but when she did she screamed loud enough for the earth to move and for her Mother to know as well. I was long past mortified, but was also long past the point of no return.



After she had finished enjoying her orgasm, my mind a muddled mess of what would happen next, she suggested we should go into Mistress’ room as she was not one to wait.



I repeated mindlessly, my facial expression clearly one of utter confusion and embarrassment, “Mistress?”



Julie shrugged and responded, “It’s a long story, my pet, which I’ll tell you about some day. But for now, it is time to present you to her.”



Still reeling in overwhelmed confusion, I repeated like a zombie, “A present?”



Julie gave a slight sigh as she explained to me, “Just do as you are told and everything will be fine.” She pulled me up and took me by the hand and I obediently and nervously followed.



We entered her mother’s room and I saw her mother on her bed still fully dressed, with an odd unexplainable smile on her face. Julie immediately went to the foot of the bed and kneeled. I mindlessly followed and knelt down too.



A dead eerie silence filled the room. An eternity seemed to pass before Julie’s mom finally spoke.



“So my Julie, who is your new pet?”



“It’s Mrs. Walker, the teacher I told you about, Mistress.”



I broad smile crossed the mother’s face. She looked at me and said. “Wow, my slut that was ahead of schedule.”



Julie responded. “Yes, Mistress, she desperately needed to submit, even if she didn’t know it.”



My face went an even redder shade if that is possible, my utter shame on display.



“Is that true, Mrs. Walker?” Julie’s mom asked.



I looked at her speechless, before eventually stuttering, “I-I-I don’t know.”



Her amused smile never left as she stated, ever so matter-of-factly, “Well it is very simple, Mrs. Walker. Did you enjoy submitting to my Julie?”



Still ruby red, I contemplated my answer. In truth, I had never felt as sexually alive and sexually needed as I did when Julie seduced me and then took me. But still, making such feelings verbally spoken, to her mother was mortifying. That said, I was naked on my knees, so really did it matter? So admitting the truth, I answered, “Yes, I did.”



Julie’s mother ordered her daughter, “You did well, my slut. Now come get your reward.” She parted her Hooters pantyhose covered legs to reveal her shaved pussy which was in plain view, having cut a generous hole in her pantyhose.



I watched, in stunned silence, as Julie, looked at me, smiled and winked, crawled onto the bed and between her mother’s outstretched legs.



I gave out a slight gasp as I watched the incestual sexual act. Julie’s mom, seeing my shocked expression, explained, as Julie’s head disappeared, “Mrs. Walker, it is ok. Julie is not my daughter. She is a girl I took in last year after the overdose of her real mother, a co-worker of mine.”



“Oh,” was all I could muster, still bewildered by the whole scenario.



“Julie is a very good girl,” she moaned, Julie’s tongue clearly having an effect on the big breasted mother figure. She added, “You can call me Candy, Mistress Candy.”



I looked at her feeling overwhelmed as I tried desperately to filter all these mixed feelings in my head. Part of me wanted to run, rewind the past two hours and keep on living my mundane, but controllable life. Another part of me was curious about the final training Candy had mentioned earlier. Another part of me, just wanted to completely let go and submit entirely not only to Julie, but also to this unknown, but clearly dominant woman. I also wondered almost to in unhealthy obsession, who else was part of this harem, Julie had earlier referred to.



Candy, seemingly aware of the inner turmoil I was currently feeling, attempted to comfort me through a moan, “Don’t worry, my pet, you need this. You want to submit to me, your mind is trying to fight it, but your body can’t lie.” She held out her hand to me, implying I was to wait as I watched her have an orgasm. She screamed, “That’s it baby, make mommy cum. Fuck me faster, slut. Yes. Yes. Yes!!!”



I watched in fascinated silence, my pussy betraying anything my mind was repulsed by, as I felt wetness slithering down my leg.



Once recovered, she continued reading my mind, “Your mind is saying this is so wrong. It is adamantly trying to convince you to get off your knees and run. But your knees feel like they are cemented to the ground, refusing to budge. Your cunt is dripping wet right now, just anticipating your complete training, your full submission, isn’t it, my pet?”



I again looked at the voluptuous woman and wanted to say she was wrong, but the fire burning down below and the undeniable yearning to submit to her was too hard to fight. I answered, full of shame, yet flushed with anticipation, “Yes, ma’am, I am very wet.”



“Let’s take a good look at my daughter’s new pet’s merchandise. Get that cunt up here and straddle me, my pet.”



My knees instantly broke free of the invisible chains holding me down. I awkwardly got up, looked at Julie, who was watching me from between her guardian’s legs, and climbed onto the bed. I nervously presented my vagina to this older woman.



After straddling her face, I sat awkwardly as she touched and probed my wet and vulnerable pussy. Although I felt like a piece of meat, my body felt electric shots of pleasure with each forbidden touch. When her tongue touched my cunt, I let out an earth-shaking scream and felt an orgasm already building in me. In only moments of her tongue teasing, I was cumming like a high school boy, unable to control myself. I shook in undeniable pleasure, before collapsing forward.



“You got quite the pussy trigger, don’t you, my pet?” she teased.



Humiliated, I kept my face in the blankets as I tried to regain my breath. I felt a soft spank on my naked ass, and jumped slightly, turning around to look at Julie’s guardian, Mistress or whatever the heck she was.



Candy smiled, “You probably should be getting home, my pet.”



I looked at my watch, a wedding anniversary present from my husband, and was shocked to see how late it was and how much time had actually passed. I responded, “Yes, I should,” and began to get off the bed.



Both women watched me as Candy explained, “You understand that you are both my and Julie’s pet and sub, right?”



I looked her unsure as I wavered, “Um, this probably shouldn’t go on past tonight.”



“Really, is that what you want? To go back to your mundane hum-drum sex life you had a couple hours ago.”



“Umm, I don’t know, I…”I began, but was cut off.



“Every new sub must complete seven tasks to become an official sub of ours. Julie will give you the tasks over the next couple weeks. If you fail to attempt to complete one, failure does sometimes happen, I know you are not committed to being our sub. If that is the case, we will pretend this never happened and you can return to your suburban boredom and no one will know of your naughty escapades today. But understand, if you do reject this offer of submission, you can’t reconsider. It is a one-time offer. Now get out of here, I need to get some sleep.”



I grabbed my clothes hastily and retreated from her room a bundle of anxiety. I got dressed and was just leaving when Julie came out in a robe.



“My pet, Mistress has forbidden me to continue your training until she knows you are completely committed,” Julie informed me. She walked over to me and kissed me passionately and with cunt dripping tenderness. When she broke the kiss, she whispered, “Just in case you don’t submit.”



Before I could respond, she turned and walked away and disappeared into a different room, assumingly hers. I stood there, a ball of goo, before finally leaving and returning home.



THURSDAY



I woke up the next morning in bed in a dreamlike state, my body in a perpetual state of contentment. As I slowly actually woke up, last night’s memories came flooding back to me. I let out a gasp as I recalled not only my submission to my 18-year-old student, but also my submission to her guardian and the decision she left me with.



To submit or not to submit…that is the question.



Is it nobler in my mind to suffer



the bores and chores of wife expectations



or to submit completely to my carnal needs and desires. To resist; to deny;



no more; and by submitting I may end



the boredom and loneliness of monogamy



That society is heir to, tis’ a temptation



Devoutly to be dreamed, To resist; to deny;



To ignore; to submit instead to society’s expectations: ay, there’s the rub;



For in this social slumber I will surely miss my true calling. To submit…



I know that probably sounded geeky, but since I was a teenager I have used the ‘to be or not to be’ speech to make a lot of my decisions.



School the next day was excruciating. I knew I was different, but no one else did. Also, I would be seeing Beth and Julie, the day after two very different sexual submissions. Beth came to class like she did every day, no sense of the secret the two of us held; that just yesterday she had ate my pussy under my desk at lunch. She gave me her usual smile, her sweet smile, the one I knew said so much more. I taught class as I usually would, my nervousness fading away as I did what I love to do…teach. The last class with Julie was also anti-climatic as Julie was her usual student self. When class ended, Julie waited until the rest of her classmates were gone before she handed me an envelope and sauntered off.



I opened the envelope and read the letter.



Dear Potential Sub,



If you have decided to submit completely to myself and Julie, which I assume you have, you will attempt to complete 7 tasks in the next month. The first task is simple. Starting tomorrow you will no longer wear any underwear. That means no panties (which Mistress Julie had already ordered you do obey) and no bra. Of course, you are allowed to wear underwear when it is a feminine necessity.



Mistress Candy



I looked at the first task. I was wearing panties today, having completely forgotten Julie’s order yesterday. I had never been one to go without underwear, even in my college slut phase, so this was a harder task than it sounded. I closed my door and quickly took my panties off in my classroom, trying to see how it felt. I worked in my room for another twenty minutes, or attempted to work may be a better description, before deciding to drive home. Surprisingly, after an hour or so, I got accustomed to not wearing panties.



The rest of the night was typical family stuff: supper, Big Bang Theory on TV, bedtime stories and a quickie with the hubby. Not surprisingly, while he pumped his cock in and out of me, all I could think about was Julie.



FRIDAY



It took me forever to get dressed on Friday. Having decided to fulfill the first task, I had to decide what type of blouse to wear to hide the fact I was not wearing a bra. Now luckily, my breasts at 34b were small enough and firm enough to not need one, but I sure didn’t want my nipples to end up showing through. I decided on a dark purple sweater, a black pencil skirt and, as Julie had already ordered, thigh-high stockings.



At work all day I was self-conscious. Could anyone tell that I was not wearing a bra? It seemed unlikely, but it still filled me with anxiety. That said, another part of me felt hot and naughty knowing that behind the conservative look my students saw, I was dressed like a slut.



Julie gave me a long look when she arrived at class and I could tell she was trying to figure out if I had obeyed the first task. Like yesterday, when class ended and all my students had quickly evacuated, Julie came up to my desk with an envelope in her hand.



Very quickly, before I even had time to react, Julie squeezed my breasts. “She purred, “Good girl. I can assume you are not wearing panties as well.”



“Yes, that would be a correct assumption,” I admitted.



“Good slut,” she said and handed me another envelope. “This one you will have fun with.”



Once she left, I tore open the envelope surprised at how excited I was to see my next task.



Dear Potential Sub



I am very happy you have chosen to continue on this journey. I assume you had a day of both trepidation and liberation while you taught young minds that were oblivious to your naughty obedience.



Task number two you have all weekend to fulfill. Your task is to go to a gloryhole (the attached map has the two that we know of in town) and suck off at least three cocks. A good sub slut will of course swallow the whole load. If you wish, you may ask Julie to come with you if you are nervous. Just yahoo her. Good luck and have LOADS of fun.



Mistress Candy



After yesterday’s rather easy task, this one was quite extreme. Somehow I had justified cheating on my husband with another woman, or three to be exact, but sucking another guy’s cock seemed more wrong to me. I sighed wondering if I was able to do such a disloyal act. I truthfully believe my hubby would get turned on if he learned I had been playing around with some hot student, but I doubt very much he would be impressed if I told him I had sucked and swallowed three strangers’ cocks. I drove home in a bit of a stupor, pondering if I should follow through with task 2 and if I did how would I pull it off?



That night, while the kids were asleep and my husband was watching sports I logged into my yahoo and attempted to reason with Julie.



Nylon_lover69: You there, Mistress Julie?



TeenMistress: Yes, just getting ready to go out.



Nylon_lover69: I don’t think I can accomplish this task.



TeenMistress: Why not?



Nylon_lover69: It just feels morally wrong. I would be cheating on my husband.



TeenMistress: U already have.



Nylon_lover69: I know, but cheating with another woman seems less wrong.



TeenMistress: I see. Well if you want to submit to us, you must be willing to do whatever we order, no questions asked.



Nylon_lover69: I know…but I am worried about him finding out.



TeenMistress: Well, that is up to you, but based on our conversation on Wednesday, he has been with you when you fucked another guy.



Nylon_lover69: True, but he was there.



TeenMistress: True, but the reality is he allowed u to do it.



Nylon_lover69: I suppose.



TeenMistress: In reality, he has already treated u like a slut. If u fulfill all the tasks and become our full sub, we will have u sucking and fucking other men. If that is a problem, you better back out now.



I paused and thought about it. She was giving me an out. I could just pretend all this didn’t happen. I could turn back the hands of time. But the more I thought about it, the more I knew I couldn’t go back in time. I hadn’t felt as alive as I did when I was with Julie since my college days. And the more I thought of the gloryhole, the more I began to get wet.



Nylon_lover69: No it is not a problem, Mistress. Thank you for calming me down.



TeenMistress: No problem, I very much want u as my sub, more than I have ever wanted someone, but u must choose yourself. I don’t believe in forcing someone.



Nylon_lover69: I am yours, Julie.



TeenMistress: That’s what I like to hear. Do u want me to come with u?



Nylon_lover69: Would u?



TeenMistress: Of course…tomorrow night, can u get out?



Nylon_lover69: I think so.



TeenMistress: Good, I will meet u at Zanders at 9…



Nylon_lover69: OK.



TeenMistress: Dress slutty.



Nylon_lover69: Ok.



TeenMistress: We can always go above and beyond the task.



Nylon_lover69: How so?



TeenMistress: That is for me to know and you to find out.



Nylon_lover69: Grrr….



TeenMistress: I gotta go…c u tomorrow.



Nylon_lover69: Yes, Mistress.



TeenMistress: Good night.



Nylon_lover69: Good night.



I logged out and contemplated tomorrow. My pussy was already wet with anticipation. All I had to do now was think up a lie to get out of the house.



SATURDAY



The day dragged slowly. My head flipped flopped back and forth between good girl and bad girl, but I already knew I had made my decision, as much as I pretended I hadn’t. I told Jack I had a bachelorette party to go to for a girl at work and nervously drove to the seedy gloryhole.



I brought a different set of clothes to change in to. I pulled into a McDonald’s first and went to the bathroom and changed into a cute sundress, I was already wearing tan thigh highs and, of course, no bra or undies. I arrived at the Zanders and walked into the adult store. Julie was not there yet, so I walked aimlessly round, looking at toys. A couple pervs were checking me out and I wondered if I would soon be sucking their cock?



“Well fancy meeting my teacher in a place like this,” Julie said, pretending to be surprised to see me.



I turned around and Julie was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, the opposite of my rather slutty attire. She walked over and kissed me. I melted into her mouth, oblivious to the onlookers who I assume were getting woodies watching two chicks go at it.



Once she broke the kiss, she walked over to the counter and greeted, “Hey Sam, is our room ready?”



The balding, late 40s man, replied, “Of course, Julie, and I believe there is already a cock waiting.”



“Yummy,” Julie flirted and grabbed my hand, leading me to a back room.



Once inside, the full reality of what I was about to do hit me full force. There was a stool and a hole. It was seedy and something I never thought I would do. I mean I admit I have done a lot of slutty things, ignoring my teacher-student transgressions of the past few days, but nothing quite like this.



I looked at Julie with trepidation. She smiled, “Mrs. Walker, it is ok. If you want, I’ll take the first cock.”



I stammered, incredibly grateful, “Thanks Julie.”



As if on call, a reasonably sized erect white cock presented itself.



“Hmmm,” Julie purred and grabbed the stool, sat down and took the cock in her mouth. I leaned against the wall and watched Julie suck cock. Unlike myself, who tended to saviour a cock in my mouth, Julie bobbed up and down quickly, clearly trying to get him to come as soon as possible. I can’t explain it, but seeing Julie, my grade 12 student, suck cock was a great turn on and suddenly my anxiety went away and was replaced with a sudden hunger. It took less than four minutes and Julie swallowed a load of cum. Once done, she stood up and said, “Your turn, Mrs. Walker.”

I know she used the Mrs. Walker part as part of her dominance game, but I no longer cared. Instead, I said, “Good, because I am famished.”



My hunger was about to be filled. A small, but erect cock had popped into view. I walked over to the wall, sat on the stool and easily took the small five inch cock in my mouth. I tried to replicate Julie’s fast paced cocksucking, knowing I had at least two more to do. I also used my special saliva trick, where I make sure I have a fair amount of saliva in my mouth. This seems to make guys come quicker. After only a couple of minutes of focused sucking, I felt the first load of warm cum explode down my throat. For a small cock, he could sure cum. Once I had retrieved all his cum, his shrivelling cock disappeared and I stayed sitting waiting my next meal.



I didn’t have to wait long. A second cock, clearly of an older gentleman, about six inches, popped through the hole. I took his semi-erect cock in my mouth and slowly worked on it to get it wide awake. After a couple of minutes of slow attention, I began to bob up and down. It took longer than the first cock, but after a few minutes of consistent cocksucking, I was swallowing my second load in fifteen minutes. As I allowed the cock to fall out of my mouth, I heard a voice, “Thank you, maam.”



I chuckled and replied, “No, thank you.”



Julie, who I had almost forgot had watched my slutty performance, said, “Fuck, you are a nasty little slut. How many of your students would even begin to imagine the sinful whore their teacher really is.”



I blushed, but was distracted by the biggest cock I had ever seen live. It was thick, ten inches long and black. My mouth drooled.



“Ever had a black one?” Julie asked.



“No, but it is on my bucket list,” I joked.



I took it in my hand and gently stroked it, just as Julie left the room. I wasn’t sure where she was going, but I didn’t care, I wanted to taste this long, chocolate stick. I took it’s wide head in my mouth and swirled my tongue around his mushroom top. Unlike the last two, I planned to take my time with this cock. I just started to take more of his great cock in my mouth when it disappeared out of the hole. My heart sank with disappointment, was I that bad? I attempted to peak in the hole, when another cock, almost poked me in the eye. It was a decent sized cock, probably 7 inches, but not the big black rod I now craved. I let out a sigh, but took it in my mouth. Now determined to get this over with, I began to suck quickly until I heard the door open. I quit sucking and saw Julie return with a large black man.



I stared in utter shock until Julie said, “A cock that nice needed to be met in person.”



“She’s pretty,” the 6 foot 4 black man grunted.



“Slut, Jim, Jim, slut,” Julie introduced. She pulled out an envelope and handed it to me, my pussy now soaking wet, craving his big black cock.



I awkwardly opened it and read it.



Dear Potential Sub



If you are receiving this, Julie has decided there is a delicious big cock for you. The good news is you now get to kill two birds with one stone. Task number 3 is to fuck this delicious cock. You may allow him to cum in you or on you that is your choice. Good luck, and you are crawling closer to being accepted as our full sub.



Mistress Candy



When I quit reading I glance up and Julie was devouring the big black cock. I joked, attempting to be raunchy, “Um, I think that delicious big black fuck stick is for me.”



Julie quit sucking on the cock and ordered, “Well get naked, my pet.”



I quickly obeyed. I noticed the other cock was still sitting there at full mass. I stood up, and said, “Come fuck my white cunt, while I suck this cock.”



I took smaller cock in my mouth and eagerly awaited the deep penetration I desperately craved. I didn’t have to wait long. I felt firm hands on my waist and soon felt his big cock slide inside me. I had to open my mouth and let out a slight scream as the wide cock opened me wider than I had ever felt. I returned to the dick in the wall and continued bobbing up and down. Once his monster was deep in me I again had to take the cock out of my mouth and scream, “Oh my God, your cock is so fucking big. Don’t be gentle, fuck me like a whore.”



I put my both hands on the wall, gobbled up the smaller cock with my mouth and prepared for a hardcore fucking. Not one to disappoint, Jim began to really pound his ten inch python in me. Soon he was pounding me hard while I sucked the glory hole cock. My eagerness with my mouth was rewarded with a full load of jizz and once the cock was satisfied, I was able to really just focus on the cock in my pussy.



I used the walls for balance and allowed the thrilling sensation of this massive cock to fill me. I came within seconds of focusing on his cock and screamed, “Yes, yes, I’m coming, don’t stop fucking me.” He obliged, hammering my pussy harder and spanking my ass.



“You like that slut,” Jim grunted, never slowing down.



My first orgasm never fully subsided, when a second began to rise. I was so enthralled by the pleasure his cock was having in me, I didn’t have time to think about my unprotected womb. He grunted, “I’m coming slut,” and before I had time to respond, I felt his seed fill be completely and I came a second time. Unlike most men, he didn’t slow down at all, just kept pumping his black piston in and out of me, shoving his cum deeper in me. He fucked me for at least three more minutes before he pulled out and I, without even a hesitation, dropped to my knees and took his cock in my mouth.



“Fuck you are one hot white whore,” he grunted.



Julie concurred, “Yes she is. Can you imagine she is actually a grade 12 teacher?”



“I wish I had teachers like you when I was in high school,” he said, pulling his still big, but starting to shrink cock.



I sat still, unsure what to do now. I felt cum dripping from my pussy and out of the corner of my eye I saw another dick in the hole. I smiled up to Julie and said, “One for the road.”



Julie just laughed. I returned to the stool, my legs weak from the fucking and took another cock, my fifth, in my mouth.



Julie and Jim talked in the background and I did hear Julie ask for Jim’s number. Excited and fear mixed together. I wonder what she had in mind. I, now ready to leave, quickly got the last guy off and swallowed some of his load, allowing some to also hit my face and cheek.



I gave it a soft tug and stood up. Jim was no gone. Julie ordered, “Don’t wash off the face until you get to your car?”



“Yes, Mistress,” I obeyed, not remotely surprised by the order.



As I got dressed, Julie complimented me, “Wow, Mrs. Walker, you have turned out to be a much better prize than even I could imagine.”



“Thanks,” I said, not sure if that was actually a compliment and if it was if it was one I should be proud of.



“See you on Monday, Mrs. Walker,” Julie finished and left the room, leaving me alone in my own sin.



I took a deep breath, finished getting dressed and took the walk of shame. I walked past a younger couple who starred as I walked by, the girl whispering something to her man. I just kept walking and quickly made it to my car. I drove away fast and it wasn’t till I was at a red light that I remembered my facial evidence of my infidelity. The light turned green and I had to wait a bit longer to clean my cum covered face.



I pulled over when I could into a fast food restaurant. I wiped my face off and went into the restaurant to fix my hair and make-up. Once looking like the prim and proper good wife I usually resembled, I returned to my car and drove home.



SUNDAY



Truthfully, Sunday was a day of recovery. My pussy was raw from the massive cock I had allowed to ravish me. Shame burned through my cheeks, my sleeping husband lying right beside me. I felt guilty, yet I knew I could not go back to before my submission to Julie. I craved her orders, I craved utter submission.



MONDAY



I arrived at school and while I was getting ready for the day, Julie arrived.



“Hi, Mrs. Walker,” she startled me.



“Good morning, Julie,” I replied, feeling slightly giddy just seeing her. I slightly shook my head, feeling like I was a teenager again.



“What was the head shake for?”



“Oh, nothing, it’s just, well….”



“Well what?” Julie asked, seeming offended.



“It’s just I can’t believe how excited I just got seeing you. There is definitely something wrong with me.”



Julie warmed instantly. “There is something wrong with everyone. I like you exactly as you are: eager, sexy and bedient.”



I blushed, “Thanks.”



Julie handed me another envelope. “After this weekend’s tasks, this one will be very easy, I imagine. You can do it whenever you want, but I sure would like to be able to see you do it during my class.”



When Julie didn’t leave, I opened the envelope in front of her.



Dear Potential Sub



You are almost half way to complete membership. Julie and I are very proud of you. Your next task is relatively easy. You must masturbate yourself to an orgasm in class. WHEN STUDENTS ARE IN CLASS!



As always, good luck, my pet to be.



Mistress Candy



I looked up at Julie who had her devilish smile on.



“Oh, my God,” I said, astonished by the task.



“You have suck cock at a gloryhole and fucked a 10 inch black cock. I think getting off in class should be relatively easy,” Julie said, reminding me off my earlier transgressions.



“But a student may catch me.”



“Then be careful and quiet,” Julie shrugged, turning around and leaving. I watched her perfect ass till it turned the corner before contemplating my new task. I knew the morning was out as I was lecturing in each class. I contemplated a couple times during the afternoon, but just never felt I had the right opportunity to get myself off and get away with it.



After school, Julie asked, “So….”



“Sorry, I didn’t accomplish it, yet.”



“OK, well the sooner the better, my pet. You must have tasks 4, 5, 6 done by next Wednesday.”



“OK, why?”



“Because task seven is a full evening thing at my house and the date is confirmed.”



“Oh,” I replied, trying to fathom what that event may possibly be.



“And, trust me,” she recommended, her voice dripping with sexuality, “you don’t want to miss it.”



“OK,” I said, still dazed by the unknown upcoming event.



“Oh, I also suggest you come up with an excuse for your old ball and chain. It will be a late night.”



“What time does it start?”



“Not sure, probably seven, but Mistress will want you there earlier, at least at six.”



“OK, I will find a way to accomplish this new task tomorrow.”



“Show a movie,” my teen Mistress suggested.



“Of course, why hadn’t I thought of that?”



“See you tomorrow, Mrs. Walker, I will bring task five on the hope that you have finished task four.”



“Yes, Mistress,” I replied, and watched her perfect ass disappear for a second time today.



That night, the whole family went out together for supper and a movie. The evening was so suburban family normal. I almost forgot what I had become. That said, when I saw a big black man who looked like Jim, it wasn’t luckily, I felt a tingle down below and all my sexual wickedness came flooding back. As my pussy begged for attention, I wondered what had I become?



TUESDAY



I had decided to show the video during my Advanced English class. My theory being they were way more dedicated to their studies and thus more likely to focus on the movie and not their teacher.



I waited till fifteen minutes into the film before I slipped my hand under my desk and begin to rub my clit. Getting horny at first under such circumstances was really difficult. I couldn’t close my eyes and fantasize like I usually would, since I had to make sure no one was watching. I had been playing with myself for five minutes or so with limited success until I noticed that Beth was looking at me. It was like she knew my task and maybe she did. Her looking at me was enough to get the juices started and I could re-play her on her knees, under my desk and licking my pussy. Such naughty memories were enough to get me over the top and I had a small, but still intense, orgasm. I let out just a light whimper, but no one noticed, except Beth who smiled and immediately turned back to the film.



The rest of the day went by at a snail’s pace, as I was shockingly eager to see what my next task was. I had to accept the fact that I was completely at the whim of my two future Mistress’s and, although I should have been concerned, my only real thought was I needed more.



When Julie arrived, I nodded my head yes and she gave me a sly smile. Once class was done, she came to my desk. “How was it?”



“It took time to get going, but once I saw Beth watching me, it became very exhilarating.”



“Beth has that way with people,” Julie shrugged.



“So true,” I responded, my face flushed.



Julie handed me yet another envelope. “Have fun, my pet.”



Once she was gone I opened the envelope.



Dear Potential Sub



You are getting closer, my pet. I bet you can almost taste it, can’t you?



This task should be easy after what you just accomplished today. You will go back to the same store where you committed your glory hole antics. You are to purchase A Whisper Wireless Metallic Bullet. You will wear it one day at school this week. The task must be completed my Friday as task six you will need the weekend to fulfill.



Julie will come and see you each morning. On the day you are wearing the toy in your cunt (you may wear panties that day), you will hand Julie the remote control.



I eagerly wait your final training my slut.



Mistress Candy



P.S.-Feel free to suck a cock or two if the craving is there!!! Which I bet it will be!!!



I had no idea what a whisper bullet was, but I assumed based on the letter it was a sex toy.



I knew I had no time tonight to go buy it, having to be home for my daughter’s piano lessons. I would have to rush out right out at the end of the day tomorrow after school.



WEDNESDAY



Julie arrived in the morning. “So, do you have a story to tell?”



I couldn’t believe how bad I felt that I had no story. “No, I didn’t have time last night.”



“Aaah, a pity,” Julie said, her voice showing just a tinge of disappointment.



Trying to make her happy, I quickly added, “But I plan to go right after school today.”



Julie smiled, which made me go warm inside, I couldn’t believe how much pleasing her was pivotal for me, “Awesome. Are you going back to the room?”



“I don’t know,” I responded, unsure.



“Will you for me?” she asked, flirting like a teen girl does when she wants their boyfriend to do something for them.



Without even a flicker of hesitation, I responded, desperate to make her happy, see her smile, “Yes, Mistress.”



“Fuck, I love when you call me that.”



“I love when you are happy with me.”



“I can’t wait till I can have you again as my sub,” she winked, and turned to leave.



As usual, I watched her perfect ass, in a tight black skirt, until it disappeared from view.



The school day came and went, like it often does and I rushed out of the school when the day was done like the place was on fire. I drove over to the seedy part of town where I had only a few days ago sucked cock after cock. I was dressed much more conservatively this time. I walked in and went to the toy section. I found the suggested toy rather easily and gasped to myself when I saw how big it was. Attempting to teach all day with that in me, never mind if it was on, would be a difficult task to complete. I purchased it and quietly whispered, “Is there a room open?”



The young man, probably no more than twenty, smiled realizing I assume, I was a slut, pointed, “Yeah, door two.”



“Thank you,” I absurdly said and went directly to the room.



I had decided I would only suck one cock, enough to please Julie, but still get home at a reasonable time.



I didn’t have to wait long before a solid seven plus inch cock popped through the hole. I assumed it was the cock of the young man who I just spoke to. I sat on the stool and took the cock in my mouth. I don’t know why, but I decided to take my time with this nice looking stiff cock. I slowly bobbed on the young cock, deep throating it every few bobs. I heard the moans of the young man and my focus became giving him the blow job of his life. I picked up the pace and using my extra saliva trick attempted to create an ocean of pleasure. It worked, as his moans became more constant and I was rewarded with an explosive load of cum. Once I had swallowed all he had to offer, he pulled out and I sat there oddly still wanting more. A second cock, a deliciously looking black cock, not the ten inch python from the other night, but still easily eight inches of solid black meat, popped through the glory hole. I didn’t hesitate, gobbling the chocolate stick whole. I craved his juice and unlike the first cock which I savoured, this time it was all about receiving the cum deposit I was starved for. Impressively the boy had stamina, as my sore jaw could attest to; I wished I could have pulled him in for some hardcore fucking, my cunt itching for action. It took almost twenty minutes before I heard him bellow, “I’m cumming you fucking slut,” which only made me hotter and I was rewarded with a warm spray down my throat. I continued bopping up and down, eager to retrieve any last extraments from his lovely cock. I finally let the delicious cock slip out of my mouth. The unknown owner of the big black cock complimented me, “Wow, you are one excellent cocksucker.”



I replied, for some unknown reason, happy for the whore approving compliment, “Thanks, you have a delectable black cock.” I shook my head at my geeky word choice.



“Delectable,” he chuckled, “what are you a teacher?”



Mortified, I quickly got up and left the room. I was almost out the door when I heard the worst possible words I could hear at that moment, “Mrs. Walker, it can’t be?”



I stopped dead in my tracks.



“It is. Oh my God. Mrs. Walker just sucked my cock,” the now vaguely familiar voice said, clearly astonished.



I turned around slowly to see who this was, whose cock I had just eagerly devoured, and to somehow deal with the potential career ending situation. I looked directly into the eyes of Kane Canters, a student who had thankfully graduated last year. “Hi, Kane, this isn’t what it looks like.”



“It isn’t? Do you mean it wasn’t you who just sucked my cock and called it delectable?” he quoted.



Caught dead in my tracks, I changed strategies, I begged, “Kane you can’t tell anyone.”



“Oh, I won’t Mrs. Walker,” he said with a smile. I began to get a flood of relief when he added, “If you do me a favour.”



I could only imagine where this may go. “Yes,” I asked, full of trepidation.



“Well, next weekend is our big keg party at Pi Alpha Zigma and well I think you would make for some great entertainment.”



“I can’t,” I defended, attempting to be rational, “Others may know me.”



“Oh, don’t worry, it is a costume party, you can wear something to hide your true identity,” he retorted.



“Isn’t there anything else?” I asked, desperate to avoid this.



“I can’t think of anything, plus if you liked my delectable black cock, I think you will really enjoy my frat brothers,” he teased. The thought of lots of black cock flashed in my head and I must have went red because Kane chuckled, “White teacher loves black cock doesn’t she?”



I looked down.



“Doesn’t she?” he asked a second time.



Humiliated, but unable to deny the obvious, I shook my head in the affirmative.



“Give me your cell number,” he ordered, his attitude having shifted from stunned earlier to confident.



I obeyed and said, attempting to control this already out of hand situation, “But if I do this, it will be one time and then you will keep your word and tell no one.”

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