by Writing Shark
You make the teacher your fuck thing
Grace Hoover is coming on the spot. And she comes hard. Her back pushes through and she moans out while her eyes get lost in the Canon camera that records her for eternity in all her kinky, forbidden and violating nudity.
“You stupid, stupid thing” Hellen pities the woman she could consider a friend while her juice runs over her hand between her thighs. You continue to work the hopeless teacher’s body, enjoying watching the despair and fear in her eyes wash away in a tidal wave of forbidden lust. Hellen smiles mildly at the other woman. “That feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Hurg…” is all Grace can say as another, long-delayed orgasm surges over her. You shake your head and Hellen looks at you.
“Is she good my love?”
“Acceptable,” you admit to yourself. “Too easy. You were more rewarding.” Hellen kisses you on the mouth and for a brief, fleeting moment you see realization in the eyes of the sex toy that was once Grace Hoover. Then the happy, good-natured creature fades and the animalistic beast emerges. She is conquered and resigns herself to her fate, lying flat and limp on the bed while Hellen focuses the camera on her weary face while you go to town on her.
“Perfect” breathes your wife, capturing the other woman’s humiliation in all its glory. “And we’ll watch it together later.”
Together with your Hellen, you defile dear, nice Miss Hoover and make her a soft, warm shelter for your cock and Hellen doesn’t mind rubbing her wet cunt all over her face. Grace doesn’t respond, her head empty and hollow, but Hellen just rubs her cleft over the other woman’s cute contours and you look into her eyes as she takes a well-deserved orgasm.
“Move a little bit you lazy bitch” she then demands, pounding the teacher’s breasts hard. Grace screams into the cunt on her mouth, but then falls back down limply. “Again!” Another stroke and this time instinct takes over and lets Grace lift her body, more of a twitch than a thrust, but it’s enough to give you satisfaction. All along you suspected how easy it would be to conquer Grace, but now it surprises even you. You unleashed something in the young woman, something that had buried by her marriage, something that Valerie destroyed and you rebuilt. Grace suffers and enjoys it.
Four hours later, it is already the middle of the night, you are still raping her. By now Grace has hardly any strength left and Hellen first pressed her hands between her legs, then went back to just rubbing herself against the woman’s body. You do your part as a husband and kiss your wife lovingly and tenderly while Grace experiences another orgasm under you that melts another part of her brain away.
“I love you honey” you murmur to your wife as your cock empties into Grace Hoover for the third time. Maybe it’s her gentle face or her obedience or maybe it’s just the thrill of a new set of holes, but you’re fucking yourself inside the teacher like you haven’t had sex in years. Hellen doesn’t answer you but leans forward and licks over your sweaty skin, taking in your scent and taste. Then, without a word, she lifts herself from her victim’s face, leaving strings of pussy juice, and swings behind you with youthful passion.
“I love you too honey,” she says as she pulls herself under you from behind, holding onto your hips and spoiling your heavy balls with her mouth.
You roar out like an animal as you cum deeply into Grace for the fourth time, then pull out of her and hold her cunt closed with your hand. Your newest conquest cries out but her voice fails and she doesn’t even think of fighting back. Hellen comes up under your legs and licks her heated face, your sweat mixes with hers and her hair is disheveled, but she’s never looked more beautiful. Together you lift the woman’s abdomen, leaning it against Hellen, legs over her shoulders. Lying upside down, your cock sways menacingly close above her face but her eyes can barely focus as you spread her legs and push them to the side, obeneing her wide and making her vulnerable. Grace squeals in tired delight.
“You’re an acceptable fuck Grace Hoover,” you say looking past your cock into her face, drips of mixed juices dripping from your tip. “That’s more important than your husband, your daughter, your job or your friends. The most important thing is that your cunt is good to fuck.” The woman doesn’t respond but you know there is only one response to you: Obedience. “And with that, we baptize you, you little horny obedient fuck.”
You release her cunt from your grip and whether intentional or not, Grace clenches her muscles and a massive torrent of four sperm rushes out of her. White viscous cum runs out of her as the young woman moans deeply and lustfully. Large strands run down her cramped abdomen, her belly and between her breasts, flushed from your grips, and gather at her neck. Then they run down either side of her. Her whole body twitches as if electrified, her legs wobble and her arms lay limp at her side while Hellen digs deep in her cunt for the last remnants of your sperm like fishing out the last cookie from the jam.
While Hellen licks up a strand of cum that runs between her ass cheeks and then spits it on her cunt, Grace looks at you between her hair stuck together on her face. Gently you stroke them away.
“Rise and shine sweety. Time to wake up. This is just the beginning” you promise her, “You’re mine now.” And Grace smiles wearily. With gentle force, you open her mouth and push deep inside her until your balls bump against her sweaty forehead. You rub against her tongue and Grace has to gag but in the end you’re clean. “You’re staying here tonight. Every night I tell you that.” Then you caress her one breast that is not smeared with cum. You leave this gift to your wife, cleaning her new partner/plaything. “From now on, only one word counts for you: mine.” You give her a friendly smile. “And for your obedience, I’ll give you what you need.”
Grace opens her mouth. Her motivation was clear to you from the start, and unlike Hellen, you knew from the start that Grace wouldn’t stand a chance against you. That’s why you love your wife. For her it was a struggle to submit to you and she won it. You can respect that.
“You were born to serve me you little angel” you whisper. “You need a dominant man. A strong man. You are weak. Your man is weak. From now on I will be that man.” Hellen watches you with genuine admiration as you put the teacher’s fucked up brain back together. “I’m going to take care of you from now on. About your sex life, your husband, your friends and your job. And your family.” You smily dirty. “Your daughter.” You see the realization in her eyes but the spark is immediately extinguished. “And you will both like it under my rule, I promise you. I’l give you both what you need most. You’ve earned it.”
Grace says just one thing before falling asleep, exhausted.
“Thank you.”
Writing Shark 