Chaperone Becomes a Bitch Chapter 10 by Jack Sone
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..."Clean yourself up with those, faggot. I'm going to have you wear them to school tomorrow," Evan said. "Forgetting again would not be a good thing."
Josh and Evan left and I laid there for a bit, dick still hard. I pictured the recent fucking in my head and jerked off into the panties filling them with more spunk. I put them on, so I wouldn't forget to wear them tomorrow and fell asleep.
Character Review:
Evan - 17, senior in HS, athletic and muscular. 7" cut dick, thick. 6 pack abs and large biceps. He has a mean streak. Friends with David, with whom he shares his bitches. Punked Josh in the park about a year ago, made him his bitch, but has grown attached to the kid.
David - 17, senior in HS, slim, tall, bi-racial. Has a big dick, about 8" and thick. He's a nice kid and typically horny all the time. Straight, but likes to fuck any hole, male or female. Easy going and generally pretty happy.
Josh - 15, freshman in HS, blond hair, slim, about 5'5" and cute. Dick is skinny and about 5" long. Has a light dusting of blond hair on his arms, legs, underarms, and pubic area that is soft and downy like. Has been Evan's fuck boi for a year. Doesn't really like it, but he likes Evan. He looks up to him and emulates him when he isn't being used by him.
Mr. Jack Jones - 48, teacher at the HS, slim build, 5'10", 175#. Did some gay stuff in college, but nothing since then. Got caught Evan and David sniffing David's underwear while chaperoning a school trip recently. Since then, he has been fucked, abused, pussified, and/or feminized, by all three boys.
Chapter 10
I got up in the morning and was reminded of my station in life by several things. I looked down at my red toe nails while wearing black lace panties. On my ass, were the remains of "Evan's Toy" written in sharpie. I was hairless from the neck down. Pretty sure I was a bitch. Yep.
I dressed in my typical work clothes and headed off to work for a day of teaching. The underwear was crusty with the dried cum of Josh and myself. And, I was nervous. Evan was creative in his cruelness and liked to see me humiliated. I was nervous wondering what, if anything, he had planned. Maybe nothing, but not knowing what might happen was worse than knowing.
At the end of the 4th class, I went to a bathroom that I figured wouldn't be too busy. I figured it wouldn't be a problem, because I would go into a stall, but I just didn't want to take any chances being shaved bare and wearing cum-crusted lace panties. This bathroom was a bit of a walk from my room, but since it was close to the auxiliary gym, there wouldn't be anyone in this wing of the school at this time of day.
As I walked down the empty hallway, I had a sense I wasn't alone, but I didn't hear anything and I saw no one. I headed into the bathroom and used a stall to sit. I only had to pee, but I wanted to air out my crotch. As soon as I started peeing, I heard the door open and Evan's unmistakeable voice.
"Where ya at my bitch?" He was so loud.
I wasn't sure what to do. If I answered `right here sir' I'd be labeling myself as his bitch. I had done that in private, but I didn't know if he was there with anyone. I coughed so he'd know where I was.
"I hear you faggot. You better not be choking on another man's dick. Tell me who your master is boi. I want to hear you say it." He was drawing a line. Making me say it out loud. If I said it, I'd be exposing myself as a fuck boy to this student. If I didn't, I'd make him pissed which scared the fuck out of me.
OK. I didn't have much of a choice. I answered, "You are my master, Sir."
He opened the stall door. Thankfully, it was just him. He looked at me sitting on the toilet seat and laughed. I was hairless and the black panties were at my ankles.
"Bitch," he began. "You know it. I'm going to like having a fuckhole here during the school day, teach." He rubbed his crotch while he looked at me.
I met his stare, but didn't have the balls to say anything. He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his dick. He aimed it at the space between my balls and the toilet seat and let loose a stream of hot piss. I was shocked, but didn't move. The stink of piss hit me as I experienced another new humiliating chapter in my life. He swung his dick down and drenched the panties, but thankfully missed my pants. He laughed as he did and finished up. He stroked his dick and stepped forward.
"Suck it bitch," he demanded. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. He placed the top half of his cock on my tongue and then shoved it in my mouth. Grabbing both ears he pulled me on him. "That's my little bitch. Take it deep pussy boi." He was in a mood. "School teacher-bitch sucks senior stud. Details at 11!" he joked teasing me like a cheap local news story.
"This is the life, faggot," he continued. "Blow jobs and more when ever I feel like it. Senior year is going to be great." He paused like he was thinking. "Get the fuck up faggot. I'm going to have me a piece of that pussy."
He took a step back and continued to stroke. I stood up and turned around. I knew what was going to happen. I didn't have to be asked. I grabbed the top of the toilet and bent over expecting, maybe wanting, my ... `pussy' to be filled. He put a hand on my back.
"Arch your back gayboi," he said. I tried to arch and felt his dick at my hole. This was becoming pretty familiar. He shoved it in and I felt filled. Satisfied is maybe a better word for how I felt. A moan escaped my lips as his dick found my sweet spot. He began to stroke and slapped my ass every three or four thrusts. I didn't give a damn about the next class. I was getting fucked!
He wasn't too interested in causing me pain. He just wanted a fuck. Typical horny kid finding a warm, wet hole. He did what men do naturally. And, I did what a bitch does naturally. I bent over and offered my hole to him and his invasion.
I started jerking off to relieve the pressure building in my balls. He grabbed hips and started pumping like ... well, like an 18 year old boy with a bitch at the other end of his dick. His pounding came naturally and was for the sex, not the degradation or humiliation. He increased his pace and really pounded my ass hard. He started slapping my ass cheeks and every fourth or fifth thrust of his dick into my pussy. As he got faster, I did too and was soon at the point of no return.
"May I cum, Sir?" If he didn't say yes, I don't know what I was going to do. I was going to cum, no question about it and I needed a yes very quickly.
"Faggot!" He was out of breath. "Only faggots cum with a dick up their ass. Blow your load boy. I want to feel your pussy contract around your master's dick."
Thank God! I began to spew my cum all over the toilet and hoped he felt it while he continued to wail away with slaps and pumps. He grabbed both hips and impaled me deep which caused me to gasp loudly. I felt his dick convulse and the semen coat the inside of my hole. He seemed to cum for a long time all while pushing in to stay as deep as possible. Then, he stopped. I heard heavy breathing.
He slowly began to pull out. I could tell he was uber-sensitive by how slowly he withdrew. He removed his hands from my hips as his dick head plopped out. I felt the cum begin to leak down my leg. I reached back to wipe it up.
"Don't fucking waste that gold shit head. Keep it in there. You got my baby makers in your pussy. You will keep it there for the rest of the school day. He turned me around and pushed me down onto the seat. I clenched so no more cum would leak out. He presented me with his dick. I licked the sides but he wanted it inside my mouth. He put the head at my lips and pushed in so I could clean it properly.
"Atta girl. I'm glad you know how to please your man." He pulled out of my mouth and said, "Stay here for five minutes or so. I don't really care who knows that you're my cum dump, but I don't want this to get fucked up, so we're going to keep it chill for a while." He took hold of my chin and raised my head to look at him. As my eyes met his, I was met with a glob of spit in my face. I knew better than to reach up to wipe it off.
"Clean up that cum you shot teach. He laughed. "Wipe it up and rub it in your hair and on your face teach. I want you smelling like cum and my piss for the rest of the day."
After he left, I waited a while. I washed up and tried to get some of the smell out, but know I didn't get it all. My hair was a mess and I know I smelled. I left the bathroom and walked back to class hoping the rest of the day would be uneventful. I was wrong.