Date: Wed, 8 Jan 2014 12:31:20 -0600
From: Your old friend Tappy <tappymcwidestance@gmail.com>
Subject: Slave Teacher Jenni Chapter 3

Slave Teacher Jenni Ð Chapter 03
By
Tappy McWidestance


After my adventure with Brittney's Master and Mistress, I tried my hardest
to work on my student evaluations. But it was tough. My mind was
elsewhere. Oh how I wished Dasha and Peter would have accepted me as their
submissive. My body still craved to be used by a strong dominant. I watched
the DVD Brittney made of me over and over and masturbated to visions of my
time back at the house. I even filmed myself playing with myself much like
Brittney had done, although my self-professed begging to be taken seemed
hollow when I watched the video. Since nobody else was in the room it
seemed silly to beg to a mythical Master. I needed to find someone to serve
and although Dasha told me I would find someone, I didn't know how. Maybe
at their next party I would have opportunity to hook up with someone, but I
really didn't know where I would run across someone who could make me cum
as hard as they did.


The students were off the next Thursday and Friday for the parent teacher
conferences. I both loved and loathed these meetings. Some parents were
invested in their kids education and valued my feedback. Some thought their
kids could do no wrong and were defensive about any criticism. And some
were just there because they thought they had to show up. With 30 kids in
my class it was a long two days and evenings. Each parent(s) were allotted
30 minutes, but by the end of the day we were always running behind so I
had to try to cut some of the evaluations short to stay on schedule. It was
exhausting. The one benefit is I get to dress more casual than when I teach
so I was wearing blue jeans and a simple blouse.


Thursday was fairly routine; although I was a bit tired by the time 5pm and
my dinner break rolled around. I had 6:00pm, 6:30 and 7:00pm meetings
scheduled, then I could go home and crash. All the teachers in the lounge
seemed worn out as we took our break. We did our usual bitch and moan about
hating these conferences and ate our not so great reheated catered dinner
the school board provided. At 5:45 I headed back to my office for a couple
of minutes of solitude before my next conference. As I walked down the
hall, I noticed a couple sitting on the hallway bench across from my
office. "Great, they are here early," I said to myself sarcastically. As I
got closer, I noticed they were quite attractive. I also knew I had seen
them somewhere but I couldn't quite place where. I shook my head to clear
my mind. "I'll be right with you," I told them. Then I walked into the
office and shut my door. Checking my calendar I saw that they were the
parents of a student named Thomas. He was a big kid. He definitely looked
older than his 18 years would suggest.


I sat at my desk trying to remember where I knew them. This was my first
conference with this class of students so I must have met them somewhere
outside of school. It was kind of driving me nuts. Maybe I was
mistaken. They had not acted like they knew me so I must be thinking about
someone else. 10 minutes early I got up and opened the door. "Come on in,"
I said with a wave.


I hurried back to my chair and sat down before they could stand up and
enter my office. As a result, I got a good look at them as they walked
in. Both were dressed formally for a parent/teacher conference. Maybe they
were going out after our meeting, which is why they chose this time. She
had on a black cocktail dress, which was definitely not off the rack. She
also had black stockings and her heels were at least 4 inches high. Her
hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. She looked both stern and sexy
at the same time. He was dressed in a black suit with a white dress shirt
and a power tie. He looked like an executive. Neither of them looked their
age for having a high school senior in my class. As they sat my eyes were
drawn to her legs as she crossed them. For a moment I was tongue-tied.


"Welcome," I finally said. "Thank you for taking the time to come tonight
and discuss Thomas. My name is Jenni." I held out my hand.


He took my hand and gave me a firm handshake. "My name is Robert," he
said. I noticed an authoritarian timbre to his voice. "This is my wife
Carol." I dropped his hand and moved to shake hers. Her grip was firm as
well, but her skin was soft. She held my hand a little longer than
necessary and when she released her grip she pulled her hand along my palm
instead of just dropping it. I felt a tingle in both my hand and in my
loins. That had never happened in one of these meetings before.


I was momentarily speechless, but I quickly recovered my composure. "I am
Thomas' math teacher and also his assigned guidance counselor. Some people
call us mentors. That is why I get to do his evaluation. I have reports
from all his teachers to discuss. Mostly he is a good kid, but there are a
few concerns we have."


Carol held up her hand to stop me. "Jenni, I'm sure everything in the
reports are true. Thomas has some challenges. But we are working hard to
get him the help he needs. But I want to talk about you."


"Want to talk about me?" I said quizzically. "No, this meeting is about
Thomas. Do I know you?"

"Yes you do, although we may not have been formally introduced."


The plot thickened. I must have met them somewhere but still for the life
of me I couldn't place them.


"The last time I saw you," she continued, "you were being fucked by my
husband while that pretty little tongue of yours was buried in my pussy."


Obviously the look of shock on my face was plain to see. Suddenly I did
remember them from the party. I'd been standing with them watching Brittney
and her mom on the couch. I didn't know their names, though, and I
certainly didn't know they were the parents of one of my students. Then I
thought back and remembered Brittney had blindfolded me and I never saw the
three people who had sex with me. Thinking back to the DVD, the body types
in the video certainly were consistent with Carol and Robert. It could
really be them. They certainly knew about the party so at a minimum I was
sure they knew about what I had done. I could feel the power in the
conversation switch sides of the desk.


"As I was saying," Carol spoke again. "The last time I saw you, you had
attempted to please me. But you were clearly inexperienced. Dasha tells me
you are much better now, having received some instruction and practice. I
want you to crawl over here and show me how much you have learned."


She pointed at the floor in front of her chair. My mind was screaming,
"No!" but my body was craving, "Yes!" My body knew it needed this even if
my mind, although I'd been dreaming about this moment, was playing catch
up. I felt myself dropping to the floor. I felt like a complete slut
crawling around my desk. I couldn't bring myself to look up. My eyes were
focused on the floor. Soon enough I was focused on her stilettos.


"Look up," she commanded. My eyes followed her silk covered legs. I watched
as she uncrossed her legs. With her legs spread obscenely wide I could see
that she wasn't wearing panties and even in the poor lighting I could see
her pussy was glistening. She obviously had been thinking about this
moment.


"Now let's see what you have learned. Eat mommy's pussy, little girl and do
it well."


I didn't like being called little girl and certainly didn't think she was
my mommy, but like the submissive slut I am, I pressed my face between her
thighs under her dress. She was very pungent. She definitely had been
anticipating my tongue on her soft folds.


I heard, rather than saw, Richard get up and walk over to my desk. "So
let's see what Thomas has been up to," he said. With my face plastered to
her pussy I was unable to have a discussion with him about his son.  Carol
seemed disinterested in what he was saying and chose to tell me how she
wanted to be pleasured instead.


Dasha tells me you are looking for a Mistress. Is that true?" she asked. I
said, "Yes mam," as well as I could without losing contract with her
wonderful pussy. "We may be in the market for a sweet young servant girl,"
she continued. At first my heart lept, but then I remembered they were
parents of one of my students. I pull my head out from under her dress. My
face was glistening with her juices.


"I'm sorry, I can't do that," I said apologetically. "Your son is my
student."


I felt a stinging slap on my butt. "Get back to work teach," Richard
scolded me. I quickly got back between her thighs. "Thomas doesn't need to
know. He's gone with his friends a lot and we can always play at your
place."


That sounded like a scary arrangement, but the sounds of pleasure coming
from Carol were music to my ears. I must be doing something right. "Yes,"
she said mixed with a throaty moan. "We'll come over to your place. Use you
for our pleasure and go home. No emotional attachment, just wild and kinky
sex."


I was concentrating on doing a good job giving her gratification and a few
minutes later I was rewarded with her cumming on my face. She tasted as
nice as I remembered. "Get up and bend over your desk," she commanded. It
was like a dream come true as I bent over. Richard was unzipping his pants
presented a thick tasty cock for me to suck. Carol was busy pulling down my
pants and panties to my knees. She then began to finger fuck me. Needless
to say her finger found little resistance. I'd read stories about teachers
put in situations like this on erotic story sites but I'd always considered
them pure fantasy. But now here I was with both ends used as I submitted to
my student's parents. Of course Richard wasn't content with a simple
blowjob. Once he was rock hard he walked around my desk and slid into my
pussy. Carol took his place in front of me. She questioned my desire to be
their sub as her husband fucked me. I was babbling incoherently for the
most part. His cock felt so good and both of them were clearly dominant
just like Peter and Dasha. Could I really become a slavegirl to the parents
of a student? That was such a decadent thought. Keeping that a secret would
be next to impossible. But their son was going to graduate this year so
maybe it was possible. I moaned as his thick cock bottomed out in my
pussy. If I could get fucked like this on a regular basis maybe it was
worth the risk.


Richard wasn't satisfied with just having my pussy. I knew he had fucked me
there at the party, but somebody else had taken my ass. But he probably
watched or at least talked to people about my backdoor and it was clear
that was where his cock was headed next. He spanked my ass and told me to,
"relax that ass." He didn't add any lube, but his dick was pretty slick
with my pussy juice. Still he struggled a bit, mostly because of the width
of his cock, to get past my o-ring. I was trying to relax and let him
in. It wasn't that I was resisting, but a little lube would have been
helpful and the fact that I was splayed across my desk and another
student's parents were due for their conference didn't help matters.


Finally he was in enough to start plowing me. He wasn't getting full
penetration, but he was getting enough to get himself off which pleased
me. I'd have to wait for another deep anal exploration, but as I said we
were on a time crunch so I was happy to feel him blast off in my ass. He
held his cock still as 7 or 8 good shots sprung from his dick. He held
myself tight against me until his cock started to deflate. He then told his
wife to "hand me the plug."


She produced a tapered butt plug from her purse. It was a little wider than
him and I grunted when he pushed it into me without ceremony. He then
slapped my ass again. "You keep that in for your last couple of
reviews. Don't take it out until you get home.


"Yes, sir," I replied meekly.


"Peter said you had potential as a sub. If you want us to be your Master
and Mistress, send us an email by midnight tonight. Convince us that you
are worthy to serve us."


"Yes, sir," I replied again. He handed me a business card with his email
address on it.


I heard a knock at my door as I was gingerly getting off my desk.


"I'm running a couple of minutes behind," I called out. "I'll be right with
you."


I then looked at Carol and Richard with a smile. Richard had not tucked his
softening cock back in his pants yet. "Clean me," was all he said. I really
couldn't think of anything more foul than taking his cock in my mouth right
after he had fucked my ass, but of course I did it. Nasty sluts don't get
to pick and choose what orders they follow. After about a minute he stepped
back and tucked his cock away. He and his wife then exited leaving me to
try and look normal with my ass plugged trapping a big load of his seed and
having a face coated in his wife's pussy juice.


Throughout the last two reviews of the day I could smell her on my face and
taste my ass on my lips. It was very distracting. I had a flash flood in my
pussy from being used and then left in a state of deep arousal with no
satisfaction. I hoped the other two sets of parents didn't realize
something was wrong. I bolted from the school as soon as I could and went
straight home.


Even during the last two reviews all I could think about was what I could
say to convince Carol and Richard that I would be a good submissive for
them. I wasn't particularly thinking of the giant plug in my ass. That was
feeling like second nature and a gift from them I should treasure. When I
got home I stripped out of my clothes. At first I was going to pull out the
plug and then take a shower, but I decided to work on the email first. I
wanted to still have her flavor on my face, even if they couldn't tell that
in an email.


You would think it would be easy to write an email pledging your body and
soul to another couple for their kinky desires, but it wasn't. Oh, it
wasn't hard for me to tell them I was willing to be their playtoy, but it
was difficult for me to think of the right words that would convince them I
was the right sub for them. Then it hit me. Video would be much more
convincing that my words. Now I just had to think of something to tickle
their interest and prove I was worthy of their attention.

I decided to email them my first draft talking about how honored I would be
to serve them and how I would do anything to make them proud of me. I
thought I made a good plea to justify them taking me into their
service. But then I added that I would like to show them in a more
convincing way how serious I was and asked if we could do a video chat. I
wasn't nervous until I hit send. Then I realized there was no turning back.


They did not answer right away. I imagined they would be sitting in front
of the computer waiting for my message, but I guess that wasn't
realistic. They had given me a midnight deadline, but they could check the
timestamp in the morning to see if I had complied. There was no reason for
them to be checking before then. I was disappointed. I was about to pull
the plug out of my ass (something I had planned to do on the video chat)
when I had a moment of clarity. Yes, they may not answer tonight, but I had
to be prepared if they did. I left the plug alone and stayed in front of
the computer waiting for their reply.


As usual when I was in front of the computer these days my mind
wandered. The load of cum in my ass didn't hurt either as my thoughts
turned sexual. Soon I was reading erotic stories, watching dirty videos and
masturbating like crazy. I quickly felt desperate to have an orgasm, but I
knew that was against the rules. Then I had an idea of how to show them
just how serious I was at serving them.


I took my laptop and put it on top of my bed. I set my webcam to record to
file and I started to make my case to become their sub. Basically I
masturbated for them while pleading for their permission to cum. I was
fucking myself and pinching my nipples while through my moans I pleaded to
be allowed to serve them. I told them I knew my pleasure was only allowed
after I pleased them and that I understood my place in life was to bring
them happiness. "Please Robert, please Carol," I begged. "My pussy is so
wet and I need to cum so hard. You've done this to me. I only want to
please you. You may punish me when I disobey. I'll do anything you
ask. I'll suck Robert's cock. I'll let him fuck my ass. I'll eat Carol's
pussy. I'll fuck your friends. I'll do anything. Just please let me cum!"


I continued to fuck myself with my dildo. Needless to say it was a great
struggle not to orgasm. I decided to flip myself over onto my knees so my
face would be nearer the camera and my mouth would be nearer the
microphone.


"I'm on my knees for you," I pleaded. "I know you like fucking me like a
dog. My ass is still full of your cum. I've saved it. I want more. I'm
going to prove I'm a good slut for you. I'm going to pull the plug and fuck
my ass. I'm going to pretend it's you. I don't know if I can prevent myself
from cumming though. I'm going to lick your cum from my ass off my dildo
and pretend it's your cock, Master."


I'm sure the camera caught my eyes rolling back in my head as I pulled the
plug out. I know I groaned as the lube had dried. But I didn't care about a
little pain. I just knew this would get me in good with them.


"Oh, Master," I said huskily. "I can feel your cum dripping from my ass. I
need your cock to fill me up again."


I quickly pushed my dildo up my ass with an audible sign of relief.

"Thank you Master," I told my audience. "Your cock feels so good. Mistress
may I lick your pussy for you?" I looked at the webcam pleading with my
eyes. I wanted to be sure I didn't leave my prospective Mistress out of the
conversation although I wasn't sure how to demonstrate my need for her as
much as I could show my need for him. What I did know was I had to get that
dildo out of my ass quick or I would surely orgasm.


"Mistress, my I suck your husband's cock now?" I asked her almost expecting
a reply. "You may punish me while I do. I know I've been a naughty girl. I
need you to discipline me."


As the words came out of my mouth I pulled the dildo out of my ass and
started sucking it.


"Your cum tastes so good Master," I confessed. I really didn't even notice
the taste of my own ass. I was in an alternate universe. I was out of
control. With one hand holding the dildo as I sucked it off, my other had
found its way underneath me and between my legs. I'd like to say I had the
fortitude to keep from cumming, but of course I didn't. The moment my
fingers touched my clit, it was all over. A wave of pleasure swept over my
body. It wasn't an orgasm, but it was like a drug being released into my
bloodstream. It was a pleasure drug and I craved more. I rubbed myself with
more insistence and the pleasure waves continued.


"I'm sorry Master," I cried out. "I'm sorry Mistress. Your needy slut can't
control herself."

I didn't cry out that I was cumming. I didn't need to. They would be able
to tell exactly what happened on the video. I collapsed onto the bed, my
fingers still dancing on my clit and my body convulsing as my climax
consumed me. At that moment I didn't care if my cumming without permission
disqualified me from their service or if I was just earning a
punishment. My body needed that release and was not going to deny me it
whether my brain told it to or not. It was primal. It was instinct. I was
consumed. I think I passed out.


I remember waking up not 100% sure of where I was or what I was doing. The
dildo was still in my mouth and my wet hand was still beneath my body. I
couldn't have been out that long. Then the memories came flooding back. I
reached up and stop the webcam recording and dragged myself out of bed and
into the bathroom. I looked at the mirror. The reflection greeting me was
not a woman I knew. "Well used whore," was the thought I had at the
description. My hair was a mess and my faceÉ well my face had a strange
look of satisfaction.


I started to warm my shower and used the toilet. As I let the warm water
cascade over my body I thought back to my performance and whether I really
wanted to sent the video to them. Doing so would seal my fate as a
teacher. Eventually someone would see it that shouldn't. Either that or I
would open myself up to perpetual blackmail. I'd have to do anything they
said to keep my secret needs secret. I decided to delete the video. But no
sooner had my brain made that decision, my body began to give its own
reaction. My nipples began to stiffen and my pussy began to moisten as my
body began to crave the treatment they could offer once
again. Subconsciously my fingers found their way to my clit again and I
began to stimulate myself in the shower.


Once again I wasn't thinking. It was as if my body was overriding my mind's
control. I ended up sitting on the shower floor holding the pulsating
showerhead aiming it at my clit. I'd never done that before, but it sure
felt good. With one hand on controlling the shower jets of stimulating
water pulses, my other hand was once again free to pinch and then abuse my
nipples. At first I was treating them to gentle rubs and then firmer
pinches. But as my moans gave way to pleas to my virtual Mistress not to
punish me for being unable to control my desires, I started to slap my own
tits and squeeze my nipples until I cried out in pain.


You will not be surprised to learn I was unable to control that orgasm
either. It wasn't as good as the one on my bed. But then again it would be
hard to top that one. But it did wake my brain up that my body and sexual
needs were in control not my mind.


I reached up and turned the water off. I then sat in the shower for about a
minute trying to catch my breath. I tried to think of anything that would
override my need to submit right at that moment. I tried to think of
anything that could convince my body to allow my mind some control of the
situation. But I failed. I felt like even more of a slut than before as I
crawled out of the shower, dripping wet, and on hands and knees like the
submissive I was born to be, went straight to my laptop and sent the video
to Richard and Carol. I then sat on the floor, naked, leaning against my
bed. The deed was done. Now I had to wait. The next move was up to them.