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I came awake to an empty bed. My hand slid out over it, thinking that should be wrong but struggling to remember why. I normally woke up to an empty bed. I was a bachelor. A teacher that didn’t date much. Spent my time working and…

I could hear laughter from the living room.

It came back to me. I had my sex slave, Cassandra, and my teacher’s pet, Darcy. Then I smiled broader. And I had Mrs. Foster, Darcy’s mother, who was living with me until I bred another daughter in her to replace Darcy.

Then she was supposed to go back to her husband.

My dick twitched with my powers. I still couldn’t believe I had them, but I was enjoying the hell out of them. I rolled out of bed, my cock swelling hard as I padded out of my a bedroom of my small apartment. I could hear more giggles and the sound of a spatula on a skillet. I headed into the bathroom and pissed.

When I shook my dick and flushed the toilet, I headed down the short hallway to the living room/kitchen portion of my small apartment. There was a naked Mrs. Foster standing behind Cassandra and Darcy. The two girls were at the stove, also naked. Cassandra was using the spatula.

“Now just fold the eggs over,” Mrs. Darcy was saying. “Yes, yes, like that.”

I took a moment to admire the tableau before me. Mrs. Foster was a blonde and busty woman, a MILF with a gorgeous rump. Nice and plump. From here, I could see the side profile of her left tit and the dusky-pink nipple topping it. Her daughter Darcy was a slender thing of fourteen, her legs long and lithe, her blonde hair spilling down her back. She was watching what Cassandra was doing. She was a gorgeous, Latina cutie. Seventeen, she had nut-brown skin that contrasted with the paler hue of the Fosters. As she worked the skillet, I caught a glimpse of round, left tit and the silver ring piercing her nipple.

All three women wore collars and nothing else. Well, Darcy wore a belt—the belt—about her neck, the end dangling down her front to be leash. She was my pet, after all. Either way, it was exciting to watch all three of them.

So exciting. My dick was throbbing so hard.

I moved up behind Mrs. Foster. She glanced behind me and said, “Good morning, Mr. Miller.”

“Morning!” Darcy chimed. “Mom’s teaching us to make omelets!”

“I’m getting the hang of them, Master!” exclaimed my naughty Cassandra.

“Wonderful,” I said, slipping up behind Mrs. Foster and sliding my cock between her thighs. My dick pressed up into the MILF’s thick bush. Her curls tickled my shaft. My hands swept around her body and up to cup her big breasts. “Smells delicious. You girls are doing great.”

“Yes, they are,” said Mrs. Foster. She reached down and grabbed my dick. “Time for my morning load of cum.”

“Well, have to get that daughter bred in you so you can return to your husband,” I said. “Just have to fuck you until you’re nice and pregnant.”

“Mmm, that sounds wonderful,” she moaned, her voice throaty with excitement as she pushed the tip of my cock up into her curls to the wet folds of her pussy. “Darcy, start mixing the batter for the next omelet.”

“Yes, Mom!” Darcy sang out as I thrust my cock into her mother’s pussy.

I groaned as I sank into the married woman’s pussy. Her hot cunt squeezed about my dick as I sank deeper and deeper into her cunt. She moaned, my hands kneading her big tits. Her hips wiggled, rubbing her plump rump into my crotch. She was so tight and hot.

I loved sinking into another man’s wife. My fingers kneaded her big boobs as I licked up to her ear. I nibbled on her lobe as her pussy clamped down tight. I bottomed out on her. She groaned her delight as eggs were cracked. A whisk swished in a bowl.

I drew back my hips. Mrs. Foster trembled in my arms, whimpering in delight. “Mr. Miller! Oh, I love your cock in me.”

“Better than your husband’s, isn’t it?” I asked as I thrust back into her cunt.

“God, yes,” she moaned, her back arching into my chest.

I kneaded her tits as I pumped away at her cunt. The girls continued making ham and egg omelets as I churned up that wonderful pussy. I fucked into her again and again. I slammed into her pussy. I loved the feel of her cunt around me.

She had such an amazing snatch. She gripped me with that hot cunt. She squeezed about me as I pumped away at her. I slammed to the hilt in her twat. I plowed into her again and again. I fucked her with such force.

I buried into her snatch, loving her silky delight about me. I plowed deep into her twat. I fucked her hard and fast. I loved how she squeezed about me. I loved this heat gripping my dick. I groaned, burying into her pussy over and over again.

“Moan out how much you love my cock,” I grunted as I thrust into her pussy.

“I love it so much,” she moaned. “It’s the best cock.”

“You’ll always cum hard on my dick,” I growled. “Every woman and girl does.”

“Yes!” she groaned, her pussy gripping my dick. “I believe that. Your cock is magnificent.”

“It is, Mom,” Darcy said. “I’m so glad you’re being fucked by him. It makes me so wet.”

“Yeah,” Cassandra said. “Okay, now to fold… There! Yes!”

“Doing so good girls,” whimpered Mrs. Foster as my cock slammed to the hilt in her again and again. “Oh, so good. Yes, yes, yes!”

I pounded the MILF hard, my balls swinging as I thrust into her from behind. I fucked into her again and again, savoring her silky snatch gripping me. Her fertile pussy massaged my cock, swelling the ache at the tip of my dick.

The pressure to cum in her grew and grew with every thrust into her snatch. It was an insane delight to fuck her. To pound into her like this. It was wild. Amazing. I loved every second of it. I savored every last thrust into her cunt.

“Oh, Mr. Miller,” she whimpered. “Breed me.”

“Breed my mommy, Mr. Miller!” Darcy cried, whisking up the eggs for the next omelet.

“Yes, yes, yes, knock her up, Master!” Cassandra flashed a look over her shoulder, a wicked grin. “Knock that married pussy up! You’re so cucking Darcy’s dad.”

“What does that mean?” gasped Darcy. “Cucking?”

“That a better man is fucking me and breeding me than your daddy,” moaned Mrs. Foster, her pussy clenching down on me. “He’s cuckolding your father. But your daddy agreed to be a cuckold. To let me be bred by a better man with a bigger cock.” Mrs. Foster shuddered. “Oh, god, I’m going to cum so much harder on Mr. Miller’s dick than your daddy’s, Darcy!”

“Okay, Mom,” said Darcy. “That makes sense. Mr. Miller has the best cock in the world.”

“Yes!” Mrs. Foster and Cassandra moaned together.

I grinned at those words, the pressure in my balls swelling and swelling. I thrust hard into Mrs. Foster’s cunt. I slammed to the hilt in her pussy. I loved how amazing her cunt felt wrapped around my dick. She had such a hot pussy.

I pumped away at her with such force. I buried into her again and again. She squeezed about me. She held me with that delicious snatch. It was a pleasure to slam into her twat. Her hot and married flesh squeezed about me.

I groaned, loving every second of plowing into her. Every last moment of her cunt gripping me. She held me tight. I loved that delight gripping me. My nuts swung. I shuddered, the heat sweeping through me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned. “Oh, my fucking god, that’s amazing! That’s just such a wonderful delight. Damn!”

I pumped deep and hard into her snatch. Her pussy gripped me. She held me with that hot grip. I shuddered, slamming into her snatch. It was wonderful to have her massaging me. I trembled at the heat sweeping through me.

My nuts swung as they slapped into her bush. They swelled with the pressure. I couldn’t take much more of this. My fingers slid up her big boobs to her nipples. I twisted them. She gasped, her cunt clamping down hard on my dick.

“Mr. Miller!” she moaned.

As I played with her nipples, her pussy clenched about me. She held me tight. As I fucked into her with force. I slammed deep and hard into her cunt. She groaned as I did that. She squeezed her twat down around me as I plowed into her depths.

“I’m going to cum!” she gasped, my fingers tweeking her fat nipples.

“Cum, Mom!” Darcy said as she poured the egg batter into the skillet.

“Yes, yes, cum on his dick, Mrs. Foster,” purred Cassandra. “Make him fire all that jizz in you! Become preggers!”

“Oh, god, yes!” the MILF moaned, her pussy quivering about me. I thrust into her. “Oh, yes, yes, yes!”

Her pussy went wild around my cock.

I shuddered at her flesh spasming around me. That wonderful delight suckled at me. My nuts tightened as I drew back, savoring her married snatch writhing around my cock. I buried my dick to the hilt in her convulsing depths and grunted.

I exploded.

“Fuck, yes!” I groaned, spilling my seed into Mrs. Foster’s fertile womb.

I soaked her in my cum, spurting over and over into her hot cunt. It was an incredible delight to empty all this cum into her pussy. I shuddered with each spurt of jizz into her. It was an incredible rapture. Stars burst across my eyes.

“Oh, breed me,” moaned Mrs. Foster. “Give me a new daughter!”

“Yes!” I groaned, spurting my cum into her pussy again and again. I basted her. I pumped her full of my spunk. It was this amazing moment of delight. I shuddered, spurting all my cum into her cunt. “Damn!”

“Mmm, you filled me up with so much seed, Mr. Miller,” Mrs. Foster purred. “Thank you. Ooh, I almost don’t want to be bred. You’re such an amazing lover.”

I squeezed her nipples. Shame I couldn’t affect if she had a son or a daughter. If I put a boy in her belly…

“Breakfast smells great,” I said and pulled out of her pussy. “Mmm, let’s eat!”

We settled down for breakfast, eating the omelets, and then it was time to get ready for school. I took a shower with Cassandra who gave me an excellent blowjob as I washed off my body. Then Darcy and her mother took over. This place was too small. I couldn’t wait for Mrs. Smythe to find that large loft and pay for it with her husband’s money.

“Have a great day at school,” Mrs. Foster said as she kissed us all goodbye in her sexy maid’s uniform. Cassandra, Darcy, then me. She gave lots of tongue with each of us. “I’m going to have to do some shopping. You really don’t have much.”

“Bachelor life,” I said. “Just tell the cashier that Mr. Miller, best teacher, needs it for free to help with his teaching. They’ll give it to you.”

“Sure,” said Mrs. Foster.

God, I could do anything with this belt. It was outstanding and intoxicating.

My girls climbed into my Tesla. Darcy took the front seat, naked save for her frilly, white ankle socks and her saddle buckle shoes. She had my belt around her neck and draped down the front of her body. She smiled as we drove, playing with the end of the belt. She slapped it on her lithe thigh.

Cassandra was in the back in her slutty maid’s uniform. She was playing on her phone and snapping pictures. Probably keeping up with her friends on social media or something. I tapped the phone, naked save for my socks. It was… exciting going around naked.

Darcy giggled as she saw my cock twitching. She grabbed it. “I see now why it’s called a trouser snake. Always moving about.”

“Not afraid of snakes?” I asked her as we reached the school.

“Not this one, Mr. Miller,” she said. “This one can slither into my juicy hole whenever he wants.”

“Or your backdoor or down your throat,” Cassandra chimed.

“Of course,” said Darcy with a cute smile. Her blue eyes dazzled.

“So, Master, when do these sex slave classes start,” said Cassandra. “What’s the point of me going to classes when I’m not there to learn any longer?”

“We’re still working out the logistics,” I said. “New program and all.”

As I pulled into the school, I could see the change. All those young, teenage girls were dressed so sluttily. Tight tops that molded to braless tits firm with youth. Or low-cut blouses that showed off cleavage. Belly shirts. Tube tops. Some girls were wearing just slutty bras. Booty shorts gripping rumps and short skirts that fluttered around thighs abounded.

But there were also quite a lot of naked girls like Darcy. Their underage bodies were on display as they walked with their boyfriends or groups of friends. I was surprised by how many had opted to go fully nude.

They headed to the school where one of the custodians was making every girl lift their skirt or drop their shorts before entering. Seeing if they wore no panties or sexy ones. I caught glimpses of naked asses as the custodian grinned, staring at all that young flesh.

Cassandra lifted her skirt, of course, flashing her shaved twat and pierced clit. “Good, good,” Mack said. “Shaved, too. Very good. And going naked. Very bold, young lady.”

“Thanks,” Darcy said.

The custodian nodded to me. I noticed there were lots of couples. That was good. Girls should find their future husbands in high school. They would be so happy being homemakers or working part-time as teachers themselves.

Nurse Betty wore a slutty nurse’s uniform. A white sheath dress that she had yanked down in the front so her big boobs were out. Two boys had latched on and suckled from her nipples while a third boy fucked her from behind. She gasped and moaned, clearly having a good time.

“That’s it, boys,” she moaned. “Mmm, you need to keep up your energy.” Her wedding ring gleamed as she ran her hands across the back of the two boys’ heads, holding them to her tits. “Just drink your fill then let the next ones nurse.”

“Oh, god, your pussy is so amazing, Nurse Betty!” the guy fucking her, his glasses slipping on his nose, moaned.

“Hi, Mr. Miller,” said a guy coming up. “It’s said you can get a guy a girlfriend. Just the perfect one for him.”

“Of course,” I told him. “Go and pick a single girl not marked for honor roll or sex slave duty, and say, Mr. Miller wants you to be my devoted girlfriend. You’ll both fall in love and she’ll be devoted to becoming your wife, willing to sexually satisfy you whenever you want.”

“Wow, thanks,” he said then turned and grabbed a girl walking by. “Hey, Viv, you don’t have a boyfriend, right?”

“No,” she said as he pulled her to her.

“Well, Mr. Miller says your now my devoted girlfriend and that you love me and you’ll be devoted to becoming my wife and fuck me when I want.”

The girl gasped as he said those words. Then she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. Then he whispered in her ear. She nodded, and took him off to the bathroom.

“Oh, that’s so beautiful,” Darcy said.

After that, more guys came up looking for me to give them the girl of their dreams. They all went off to snag their girls. I loved it. I headed up the hall and found my fellow teacher, Mr. Driscol, fucking a girl while her boyfriend was standing there.

“She was a bad, bad girl,” moaned Mr. Driscol. “Have to punish her. Oh, yes, yes, take that dick and love it!”

“Yes, Mr. Driscol,” The girl moaned as he fucked her hard from behind.

“You have to help your boyfriend do better on the test,” panted, Mr. Driscol. “He got only a B. That’s it! You have to help him get an A. If he doesn’t, I’ll have to fuck you every day until he does.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” the girl moaned, her pussy clenching on his dick. “I’m such a bad girlfriend. Oh, God, fuck me hard, Mr. Driscol!”

“I’ll do better, honey,” her boyfriend promised.

“Yes!” the girl squealed like she was cumming on the teacher’s cock before her boyfriend.
Well, teachers had the right to punish their students. I had a feeling fucking would be a new one for girls. I spotted another teacher buggering one of his students over his desk, just slamming hard into her as the students filed in behind him.

I had changed this school. I was so proud of it. But why were so many of the girls going naked? Nearly a third of them. The ones who never pushed the dress code. I grabbed one of them as she hurried to class.

“Hey, Alanna, why are you naked?” I asked her.

She glanced up at me then at her boyfriend, Barry. I had paired them up yesterday. “Um, well, my family doesn’t have the money to buy me a whole new set of slutty clothes. Nothing I own is… appropriate for school.”

“Money?” I groaned. “Right, right, it’s a couple of hundred dollars of new clothes. And we don’t get to see you looking sexy in a slutty skirt and a low-cut top. No fun of lifting up that skirt and seeing if you’re shaved or not.”

“I know,” she said. “It sucks, but… My family is barely getting by.”

“Yeah,” I said. I hadn’t even thought of that. It wasn’t right that girls didn’t have the money to dress like sluts. They couldn’t go naked everywhere, just here at school. The world hadn’t changed. Not yet. I would do that for them. I would.

But we weren’t there yet.

An idea struck me. “Okay, Alanna. I’ll see you in class. Barry, you better be shaping up. Mr. Driscol gave me a great idea to motivate the boys doing poorly. I will fuck your girlfriend before your eyes. You might even have to raise my bastard if I breed her.”

“What, shit?” gasped Barry, his arm sweeping protectively around Alanna. “I don’t want another guy to fuck her.”

“Then I better see an improvement in your grades, or she’ll be squealing on my dick and loving it.”

Alanna flashed her eyes down to my hard dick, smiling for a second. “Yeah, you have to do amazing, honey. We have a future, remember. Three kids. So do your best.”

“I will, I will,” he said. “Maybe… a blowjob from you can help encourage me.”

She smiled. “Okay.”

She pushed him against the wall, dropped to her knees, and started blowing him right there. Well, classes hadn’t started. I headed off down the hall, leaving the couple. Darcy followed after me, my hand gripping her belt. I quickly told a few more guys to snag up some girls before reaching the principal’s office.

She had Johnny Mitchel bent over her desk, a leather strap in hand. She slapped it down on his red ass as he groaned out, “Sorry, Principal Brown! I won’t bully him again.”

CRACK!

“That’s right,” moaned the principal. She was wearing a leather corset that lifted her big tits into two jiggling mounds. She had shaved her pussy, to my shock, and pussy cream dribbled down her thighs to her thigh-high black leather boots. “Now on your knees and eat my pussy!”

“Yes, Principal Brown!” he gasped and turned around, kneeling before her. He buried his face into her pussy and tongued her. She gripped the back of his head and glanced at me.

“Oh, Mr. Miller,” she said, her boobs jiggling. “Like the outfit? My husband bought it for me. I whipped his ass for being such a good hubby then made him eat me out for an hour straight. I just came and came and came while my boys fucked my mouth.”

“It’s great,” I said. I had unleashed something wild in her. “I’d like to do a charity drive to get sexy clothes for the poor students. Raise some money. Many of them have to go naked and don’t get to wear naughty lingerie or slutty skirts.”

“Oh, dear,” said Principal. Brown. Her boobs jiggled as she shuddered, Johnny feasting on her pussy. “I’ve been thinking, too. It seems to me that some boys just are never going to be good academically. They’ll be used for labor. We should start getting them to work out. Pump iron. Get big and strong while learning how to serve. Like Johnny. He’s never going to excel in the academic world, but…” She quivered. “He knows how to serve.”

“Er, sure,” I said. “Yeah, you can run that program.”

“Wonderful,” she moaned. “Mmm, and we can do something about it this Saturday. But what.”

I grinned. “Well, we need to get the sex slaves taught. I have an idea on a teacher for them. She’s not really a slut, but she’s good at instructing girls. And this Saturday, the school can prostitute them out for money. They can raise funds for the girls to buy sexy clothes and practice servicing men.”

“Oh, yes, yes, what a great idea,” Principal Brown groaned. “Ooh, just like that, you bad boy. Get that tongue into my cunt. Yes, yes, just like that. Oh, I am going to drown you in pussy cream.”

“Well, I have a class to teach,” I said, glancing at the clock. “I’ll start making the arrangements today. Get the art department on making banners. We can use those brawny boys your keen on to set things up.”

“Oh, yes!” she moaned. “Oh, that’s perfect.”

I left the principal to deal with the unruly student, my cock so hard. But I had Darcy. And her pussy felt so wonderful. I fucked her before my first class, taking the edge off before I started teaching. There was so much to do for Saturday.

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The days passed quickly. I was busy. Mrs. Foster took on her role as the Sex Slave Madam. She was a mother who knew how to handle a group of girls, and she knew how to instruct them. I had her watch some lesbian domination porn so she could help them.

Armed with boxes of sex toys, she had gathered the sex slave girls in basketball court. For now. It was used during practice and games, but during the day, it wasn’t used that often. She had them practicing sucking dicks on dildos. She would put on a strap-on and pound them herself, her big boobs bouncing and heaving. It was quite the sight.

Cassandra was her teacher’s assistant, making sure the girls were doing good. She carried a riding crop and wasn’t afraid to use it. Seeing her striding up and down the row of girls. They were all kneeling on the ground and sucking on dildos suctioned cup to the ground was stirring. She would flick her crop on a naked ass, making a girl squeal.

“Suckle hard, slut!” she would hiss. “Love that cock. We have to be ready for Saturday!”

Other times, the girls would stick their suction dildos against the walls. A row of forty sluts all fucking their cunts on them as Cassandra munched on Mrs. Foster’s pussy. The naughty girl would just have her face buried in the MILF’s blonde bush, eating her.

“That’s it, girls,” Mrs. Foster would say. “Fuck those dicks. On Saturday, they’re going to be real cocks. You’re going to be fucked over and over for money. Just little harlots for the school.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” squealed the girls.

“Harlots!”

“Sluts!”

“Oh, my god, yes, yes, yes!”

Their moans and gasps would echo through the basketball court. On Friday, that was how I found them when I came to make an inspection. To double-check that everything was going right. I had Darcy with me, of course, and my girlfriend Ms. Teller.

“Oh, my,” Ms. Teller said, smiling at the naked Mrs. Foster getting devoured by Cassandra. The Hispanic girl had her face pressed into that blonde bush. “You really are shaping them up, Mrs. Foster.”

“Oh, thank you, Ms. Teller,” purred the married MILF. Her wedding ring sparkled as she slid her hand through Cassandra’s black hair. “They’re good sluts. It’s been so much fun teaching them. I never did anything so whorish. I wasn’t sure I was the woman for the job.”

“Of course you are,” I said, my hand on Ms. Teller’s naked ass. My redheaded girlfriend liked to go naked, too. The poor boys never got to touch her, but their girlfriends did. By now, most of the boys had girlfriends. Those that didn’t were in Principal Brown’s program.

She often was watching them work out until she got so wet she had to fuck one of them.

“You’re doing great,” I said, staring at the sixty-three sex slaves in training. From freshman girls to seniors that would be auctioned off at the end of the year. They were all fucking their cunts up and down the dildos suction-cupped to the walls. “So glad we had the budget for all those toys.”

Mrs. Foster nodded, her eyes rolling back in her head. I fucked her every day, but it was too early to find out if she was bred. Her boobs jiggling in such a fetching way. Ms. Teller held up her strap-on to me, arching an eyebrow.

I squeezed her ass. “Pick out a pair for us to fuck.”

“Yes, honey,” she purred and kissed me. I couldn’t wait for her and her little sister to move into the flat. “Mmm, there are so many options to pick.”

“I know,” I said. “The school’s blessed to have so many sex slaves. They’re going to make us so much money tomorrow.”

“Yep,” she said and sauntered towards the girls. She paused to put on the strap-on she’d bought on our first date, her round tits jiggling. I loved watching her fuck a girl with that toy.

“Darcy, go lick your mother’s asshole,” I said.

“Sure, Mr. Miller,” she said and grinned at me. Then she darted to her mother, dropped to her knees, and buried her face into her mother’s butt-crack.

“Oh, yes, yes, honey,” her mother moaned. “Get that tongue deep into my asshole. Ooh, that’s so good. Just so amazing.”

Ms. Teller came back with two sluts crawling behind her. One was a Black girl with ebony skin and big boobs. She had a multitude of braids falling around her face, half her hair blonde, the other her natural black. It made a striking effect. The second girl was a White brunette. Both had big tits, seniors.

“Now, girls,” Ms. Teller said, “face each other and kiss while we fuck you two.”

“Yes, Ms. Teller,” moaned the girls.

“And make sure you make them both cum,” Mrs. Foster moaned. “That’s the best teacher and his girlfriend.”

“We will, Madam,” both sang out together.

“Such good sluts,” moaned Mrs. Foster, a motherly smile on her face. She was proud of teaching all these girls to be such big whores. And she should be. She was doing such an amazing job.

I moved behind the Black girl and dropped to my knees. My cock bounced before me. It bobbed there, quivering with my excitement. I was so hard, ready to ram into this slut. The Black girl wiggled her rump, her ass so perfect.

I had to fuck her there.

I dropped to my knees and pressed my dick against her shaved pussy, though. As I did that, Ms. Teller fell to her knees behind her slut. My girlfriend’s green eyes twinkled in this naughty and exciting manner. My cock throbbed at how she smiled.

“Let’s fuck these sluts together,” Ms. Teller moaned. “Mmm, I love sharing girls with you, honey.”

“Me, too,” I said. “Love you.”

She winked and thrust her dildo into her slut’s cunt. The brunette moaned into the Black girl’s lips.

I grinned at my girlfriend and rammed into the Black girl’s juicy pussy. Her hot, young flesh engulfed my cock. She squealed in delight as she squeezed her cunt around my dick. She held me tight in her twat. I soaked in her.

It was such heaven to be in an underage cunt. Just such a thrill to feel that hot pussy around my dick. I reveled in it. My cock throbbed in her depths. The heat swept through me. It was an amazing delight to feel engulfing my cock.

I savored it. I loved it. My dick twitched and throbbed in my snatch. It was a wonderful delight to feel that hot snatch around my cock. I loved the feel of her cunt. I savored her squeezing around me. She had such an amazing pussy. As I savored it, Ms. Teller fucked the brunette with energetic strokes.

“Mrs. Foster, have you trained the girls in anal yet?” I asked.

“A little,” she moaned. “The butt plugs having gotten in yet. But I’m sure that her asshole will pleasure you even without that.”

The Black girl moaned into the brunette girl like she was in complete agreement.

Ms. Teller winked at me as I pulled my cock out of the Black girl’s cunt. I emerged soaked in her juices, just dripping in them. I slid the pink tip of my cock between her ebony butt-cheeks and found her puckered asshole. I pushed against it.

I loved the feeling of her stretching and stretching to swallow my cock. Her anal ring widened and widened. I groaned as her flesh slid around my crown. The velvety texture sent such pleasure rushing up my shaft to my balls.

I popped into her anal sheath.

She groaned as my dick filled her bowels. I trembled with delight as I sank to the hilt in her asshole. Ms. Teller moaned, her round boobs jiggling and bouncing before me, her red hair dancing around her shoulders. Behind me, Mrs. Foster gasped out in orgasmic delight.

“Yes, yes, yes, you naughty girls!” she moaned. “Darcy! Cassandra! Yes!”

I loved the sound as I drew back my hips. The Black girl squeezed her bowels down on my cock, moaning into the kiss with the brunette. They hadn’t stopped making out with each other. They followed orders like good sex slaves.

Such willing sex slaves.

I slammed back into her bowels. I loved how she massaged me. The pleasure at the tip of my dick was amazing. I groaned as I buried into her bowels. I fucked into her with such force. I plowed to the hilt in her snatch again and again. I loved burying into her.

Ms. Teller fucked the other slut. We stared at each other as we enjoyed our sex slaves. My girlfriend wore such a big smile on her lips. I knew every time she thrust into the brunette’s cunt, the dildo’s base massaged Ms. Teller’s clit.

“Oh, god, that’s so good,” the redheaded beauty moaned. “Oh, yes, yes, you love my dildo fucking your cunt, don’t you?”

“Yes, Ms. Teller,” the brunette girl moaned, finally breaking the kiss. “It’s so good. You’re fucking me so hard!”

“And I love it up the ass, Mr. Miller,” moaned the Black girl. “I’ll get to tell all the other sluts that I got to fuck the best teacher in the world. You’re breaking in my ass! First man to butt-fuck me!”

“Wonderful,” I groaned, my nuts slapping into her taint. “Yes, yes, you are going to be amazing at the fundraiser tomorrow.”

“I’ll be such a big whore for you and the school, Mr. Miller!” she gasped, her anal sheath gripping my dick. She held me with that delicious and velvety grip. “Oh, fuck me so hard. I want to cum on your dick! Yes, yes, I want to cum like a complete whore!”

“You will,” I panted, slamming hard into her bowels.

I loved the feeling of her squeezing around me. She gripped me with that tight asshole. She held me with it. I loved it as I fucked her hard and fast. I plowed to the hilt in her. I buried deep into her anal sheath, my nuts slapping her bowels.

Ms. Teller moaned while the girls fucking the dildos lining the wall squealed and moaned. They slammed back on the dildos. They fucked themselves crazy, squealing out in pleasure. Some of them started cumming.

The basketball court rang with the moans of climaxing sluts. Underage girls gasping. Moaning. Heads tossing. Young boobies jiggling. I loved it as I fucked the Black girl hard. I plowed to the hilt in her anal sheath again and again.

“Fuck,” I groaned, the pressure swelling in my nuts.

“Mmm, you have to cum in her bowels,” my girlfriend moaned. “Just flood her backdoor so this naughty girl can learn to lick out cum from an asshole.”

“Oh, yes,” Mrs. Foster said as she came up to me. She put her hand on my shoulder in such a loving way. “Mmm, fuck her hard, Master. Fill her with your cum. Then she can learn how to suck your dick clean of her own ass.”

“God, you are turning into a slutty madam,” I groaned.

She smiled and leaned over, kissing me on the mouth. Her lips sealed about mine. Her tongue thrust into my mouth as I fucked the Black girl’s asshole. The sex-slave-in-training moaned in delight as I slammed into her bowels over and over again.

My balls swelled with the pressure, her anal sheath giving me such delight. She squeezed about me. I would have such a major cum. Just explode and flood her with so much spunk. I would baste her anal sheath with all that jizz.

It would be incredible.

I shuddered, slamming into her asshole again and again. I loved the way she gripped me. How she held me as I slammed to the hilt in her anal sheath. She moaned out her delight while my tongue danced with Mrs. Foster’s.

“Mr. Miller,” the sex slave moaned, her anal sheath gripping my dick. She massaged me with that wonderful grip. “I’m going to cum. Then I’m going to suck your dick clean!”

Mrs. Foster broke the kiss and purred, “Yes, you are, Monique. And Vera, you’re going to lick all that cum out of her asshole!”

“Yes, Madam!” moaned Vera as Ms. Teller fucked her hard.

“Oh, that’s so hot,” Ms. Teller moaned, her hands squeezing Vera’s big tits. “I want you to cum on my big, fake dick. Ooh, I want that so much. Yes, yes, just explode on me.”

“I will!” moaned the brunette sex slave. “Yes, yes, yes! You’re such a good fuck! I’m cumming!”

The brunette tossed her head, her brown tresses dancing. Then Ms. Teller buried the dildo into the slut’s pussy and joined her, gasping out her own pleasure. Those lovely boobs bounced before me as I drilled into Monique’s bowels.

I fucked into her with hard strokes. I buried into her again and again. She threw back her head, her half-blonde braids bouncing. “Yes! Oh, Mr. Miller, fucking yes!”

Her anal sheath writhed around my cock. She suckled at me. Her hot asshole nursed at my dick. It was an incredible rush. I loved every second of her anal sheath writhing around me. It was an incredible delight to feel her anal sheath convulsing around me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned as she nursed at me. “You fucking slut!”

“The biggest!” Monique moaned, her ebony butt-cheeks jiggling from the impact. “Oh, Mr. Miller, cum in me!”

“Please, please, please,” gasped Vera, her eyes staring up at me, such hunger in them.

“Fuck, yes,” I growled as I came. I spurted again and again into her bowels. I loved the feeling of firing all my cum into her asshole. It was pure bliss. Such a wonderful delight. “Shit, that’s amazing!”

Her anal sheath writhed around my dick. She massaged me. It was an enjoyable delight to feel that hot asshole convulsing around me. Just writhing about my dick. The pleasure of it was incredible. I loved it. Savored it. This was a delight. An amazing rapture.

“Shit, shit, shit,” I groaned, spurting over and over into her bowels.

“Oh, Mr. Miller,” she moaned, milking my dick dry.

I shuddered, spurting again and again into her anal sheath. She rippled around me. She had such a wonderful anal sheath. The pleasure swept through me. I groaned with each eruption. I savored each blast of cum firing into her asshole. She wrung my nuts empty.

“Damn,” I groaned, savoring the pleasure of this moment. It was an outstanding delight. I shuddered, my heart pounding in my chest. “Oh, damn, that’s good. That’s fucking amazing.”

“It is,” she groaned, her anal sheath rippling around me. “Ooh, that’s good. That’s really good.”

“Mr. Miller,” she moaned. “Ooh, you flooded my bowels with cum.”

“Now you have to suck him clean, Mrs. Foster said. “You hear that, girls? You have to suck that dick clean of your asshole juices. Whether your Master or someone one he gave you to. A good sex slave is always attending to her man’s needs.”

“Or her woman’s,” said Ms. Teller.

“Or her woman’s,” said Mrs. Foster. “You want to demonstrate anal on me. Show my girls how to fuck a woman with a strap-on in the ass.”

“I would love to,” Ms. Teller said. “I do so love educating young girls.”

“And you, Vera,” Cassandra said, flicking out the riding crop to smack Vera in the ass. The stinging sound echoed. “You have to make sure you get all that cum out of Monique’s asshole. I want you to get that tongue in her asshole. You are to scoop. Just dig in there and work out the cum. Suck it out if you to.”

“Yes, Cassandra,” moaned Vera.

Monique turned on her hand and knees, her anal sheath sliding off my cock. She faced me and stared at my big dick. She licked her lips then opened her mouth wide. She slid her lips over my dirty dick. I groaned at the feel of her engulfing me and suckling.

“Fuck,” I groaned as she swirled her tongue around it and buffed my dick clean. “Oh, that’s perfect. Just like that. You want to use that tongue.”

CRACK!

“Yes, you do,” my sex slave said, her short and slutty skirt rustling. “Buff that dick clean.”

Vera buried her pale face between Monique’s ebony butt-cheeks. The White girl licked the Black girl’s asshole. Monique moaned around my dick. Her tongue swirled about my cock. The pleasure swept through me.

It was so amazing to have her buffing my dirty dick clean. I gripped two fistfuls of her braids, holding the silky, corded strands in my hands. She groaned as I did that. I thrust forward, fucking my cock in and out of her mouth. She suckled harder, buffing off her sour musk.

“Oh, yes, just like that,” I groaned. “Fuck, that’s it, slut. You’re going to be such an amazing slut. Isn’t that amazing?”

She nodded, nursing with such hunger on my dick. Her eyes fluttered as Vera rimmed her. The brunette licked and lapped at that asshole, gathering up my tongue. Cassandra stood over them both, slapping her riding crop into her hand, her collar tight about her neck.

Darcy quivered nearby, too. She had just rimmed her mother’s asshole. Pussy cream dribbled down her thighs as she played with the belt. On the other side of me, Ms. Teller pushed her dildo into Mrs. Foster’s asshole.

“Pussy juices are a wonderful lube,” Ms. Teller said. “Vera soaked my dildo, now see how it slides into Mrs. Foster’s asshole. She’s been broken in by Mr. Miller, of course.”

“Mmm, not by my husband, though,” groaned Mrs. Foster. “Ooh, that’s a lovely dildo. Oh, girls, you have to be three-hole sluts to be successful sex slaves. Break into pairs and take turns using your dildos to fuck the other’s assholes. Do rimming and get them loosened up first. Fingers, too.”

“Yes, Madam,” the sixty-one sex slaves before them chorused before they broke into pairs.

“Darcy, honey, can you pair off with whichever girl got left out and fuck her asshole with her dildo,” her mother groaned as she took Ms. Teller’s dildo in the ass. My girlfriend pumped away, her boobs jiggling. My married sex slave moaned, rocking to the thrusts.

“I will, Mom!” Darcy moaned and scampered off like the good girl she was.

I savored the Black girl sucking my dick clean. This sex slave class was such a wonderful idea. I was so glad that I came up with it. I stared down at her as she suckled on my cock, my shaft pumping in and out of her mouth. Her tongue swirled around it as Vera feasted.

The brunette moaned, clearly loving the flavor of my cum out of Monique’s asshole. The Black girl groaned, her body trembling as I fucked her mouth. Her tongue swirled as my cock pumped in and out of her mouth.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Mrs. Foster moaned as she took Ms. Teller’s dildo in the ass. “That’s so good.

“Right?” moaned my girlfriend. “Oh, that’s so good. That’s amazing. Just like that. I love that. I love that so much. Fuck!”

I grinned, loving the sounds they made. Beyond them, the sex slaves were gasping as they had dildos rammed into their assholes. I loved the sounds of thirty or more girls squealing in rapture as they had their backdoors broken in.

This was the joy of being an educator.

It was so rewarding.

I fucked Monique’s mouth, my nuts swelling with the pressure to cum in her hot mouth. I loved it. She suckled hard, buffing me clean. Her cheeks hollowed with her suction. She whimpered, her hips wiggling.

Then she squealed as Vera started suckling.

“Yes, yes, nurse that cum out of her asshole!” moaned Cassandra. Her riding crop flicked out.

CRACK!

I groaned as Vera twitched. This was so hot. Everyone was moaning their delight. Ms. Teller fucked my MILF sex slave hard in the ass. It was delicious to hear. My nuts tightened, my cum wanting to explode out of me. I would fire so much jizz into her mouth.

I fucked her hard, gripping her braids. She held me tight as I plowed to the back of her throat. She suckled hard as I drew back. Vera moaned, nursing away. She nursed out my jizz from Monique’s bowels. It was wonderful.

Girls squealed. Mrs. Foster moaned. The ache at the tip of my dick swelled towards that bursting point. I shuddered, so ready to dump my cum into Monique’s mouth. I would flood her with everything that I had.

“Oh, my god!” Mrs. Foster moaned, her big boobs swaying as she took Ms. Teller’s dildo. “Yes, yes, yes, that’s so good. I’m cumming!”

“It is,” moaned my redheaded girlfriend. The sexy teacher buried her dildo into my married sex slave’s asshole. “Yes!”

Both sexy women were cumming. I groaned, Monique sucking so hard on my dick. Vera tongued the Black girl’s asshole while Cassandra watched on with feverish eyes. I shuddered, my dick throbbing, polished clean by now.

“Fuck!” I groaned as the pressure in my nuts hit the bursting point.

I erupted into Monique’s mouth.

I spurted blast after blast of cum into her mouth. I hosed her down, savoring the pleasure surging through me. It was an intense delight. Rapture slammed through me as Monique gulped down my jizz. She swallowed my salty cum like a good sex slave.

I shuddered, savoring every moment of pumping my cum into her mouth. I swayed there, feeling so dizzy from the rapture surging through me. My heart pounded in my chest as the pleasure spurted out of my dick.

“Yes,” I growled, spurting again and again. It was incredible.

“Oh, Mr. Miller,” moaned Vera. She stared up at me with such hot eyes. “Just dump your cum into her mouth. Just flood her with all that jizz.”

“I am,” I groaned. “Fuck, that’s good.”

It was good. It was amazing. I loved it. The bliss swept through me. I shuddered, my heart pounding in my chest. The heat swept through my body and soaked my mind. My dick throbbed as I fired that last spurt of cum into her mouth.

“Damn, you did a good job, Monique!” I moaned.

I surveyed the girls. They were all fucking each other in the asses with dildos or getting fucked. Darcy smiled as she worked hers in and out of a petite redhead’s bowels. Tomorrow’s fundraiser would be such a success.

The high school’s sex slaves would earn the school enough money to buy slutty outfits for the poor girls. It would be amazing. I couldn’t wait to see it. I couldn’t wait to change the world to my perverted whims.

All thanks to that wonderful belt. I was the luckiest guy in the world.

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