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"The Domination of Brenda"
  by A. G. Thomas


It's hard to believe that it has only been a year since I started 
teaching at Midfield Senior High. Almost from the start you could 
say that things were not uneventful but lately things have changed 
even more. Over the summer I taught special classes for some of 
the boys so they could continue playing football. Midfield, like 
all schools, has a very good sports program and pampers their star 
players. I guess you could say the kids really don't have to study 
during football season, and the rest of the year they are given 
easy classes.

Out of seven boys in the summer class two of them were new, and 
though they were collage age they started school as juniors so 
they could play for two years. When they came to class I thought 
someone was playing a joke on me because these two boys were 
brothers and looked to be as old as I was. Mike was the oldest at 
nineteen, and Jim was only a year younger and both of them were 
built like tanks. They were from the country and hadn't gone to 
school much, and if the rumors were true had only finished fifth 
grade before going to work on the family farm, but the board had 
made special arrangements because they were such good prospects.

Needless to say all the boys passed my class, but not by much, and 
I guess that is what got me in trouble with the board. When 
someone like me that is only 21 years old and has only been 
teaching for a year gets called before the local school board and 
threatened with dismissal, I broke into tears telling them I would 
do whatever they wanted to keep my job. I was told I only had one 
option, and that was to change the grades of all the football 
players as well as being less strict with them. If I didn't go 
along with the program or their rules then I could look for 
another job. Knowing it would be hard getting another teaching job 
without a good word from them I caved in . That night as I changed 
the grades of all the football players it pained me to think of 
how easy I had given in to them. If I hadn't loved teaching so 
much I would have said to hell with it and filed a complaint with 
the state, but when three or four rich and powerful people control 
the local board and probably have connections up state I knew it 
was a losing battle. 

These boys, especially the two brothers reminded me of my husband 
Phillip who was a jock and a jerk, who only wanted to talk 
football and drink beer. He never got a job, couldn't do anything 
but play or talk sports, and though we were good in bed together 
we hadn't made love in several months. When I got the job at 
Midfield at least we had money coming in steady, and there was no 
way that I was going to go back to Phillip and tell him I had been 
fired, so I had to cave in and do what they said.

The next day as I finished my shower and put on my bikini panties 
with matching bra. I reached for my usual gray business suit, but 
then remembered what the board had said and instead put on one of 
my silk dresses. As I looked in the mirror I thought about how 
different I looked. Instead of the strict no nonsense appearance 
the business clothes gave me I saw instead a young vibrant woman, 
and if I do say so myself, one who looked sexy. The dress was 
something that a teacher normally would not wear, the hem came to 
about four inches above my knees, not quite a miniskirt, but it 
did show every curve of my young girlish figure. 

With a figure like mine people were always telling me that I 
looked like Mariah Carey, our hair color was even the same, light 
auburn. With my age not much past the teens I felt flattered that 
men and women both found me beautiful. Reaching up to feel my 
breast I then slowly run my hands down over my flat stomach 
thinking of all the boys in high school as well as college that 
had tried to fuck me, and smiling to myself I thought, "You still 
got it girl." Even after three years of marriage to a drunk and a 
jerk I had managed to keep my figure,5` 3,`` 104 lbs., with 34 x 
22 x 33. 

Arriving at school and pulling into the teachers parking area, a 
guard approached as I got out and told me that the students 
couldn't park here, only teachers. Showing him my teachers pass he 
walked away and I heard him mumbling under his breath about never 
having teachers looking that damn good when he was going to 
school. My whole week went as good or better, the students even 
tried doing things for me without being asked, and the football 
players even showed up for class. I guess my new style of clothes 
as well as being less strict worked wonders, because even the 
three boys that were always skipping my class showed up and sat in 
the front row. As the weeks went by I bought a few more dresses, 
silk of course, and even though I don't normally wear tight 
dresses or miniskirts I did buy a couple of them thinking I might 
wear them some time when I went out to the movies or to a school 
conference. I also bought garter belts and stockings after trying 
one on, and finding how much better they felt than pantyhose. And 
then one day just before spring break I received a memo from Mr. 
Peterson who was head of the board, saying that he would be 
watching my last class on Friday and that after that he would like 
to discuss a very important matter with me.

As I dressed that Friday I reached for one of my miniskirts 
without thinking because my mind was a million miles away thinking 
about Phillip the jerk, wondering how long he planned on visiting 
his mother, and also trying to figure out why Mr. Peterson wanted 
to meet with me. Looking at myself in the mirror I saw what I had 
done and started to change, but noticed that school was about to 
start and I would be late if I didn't hurry. So against my better 
judgment I wore the miniskirt. Walking to my class I heard several 
students whistle and even though I blushed slightly I will admit 
that I found it rather exciting. When my last class took their 
seats I told them that they were to be on their best behavior 
because Mr. Peterson would be observing today. As the class 
progressed I watched Mr. Peterson and still saw no sign of why he 
would want to meet with me. I had done everything that him and the 
board had requested, and then the bell sounded ending the school 
day and the start of spring break for the students. As they filled 
out of the room Mr. Peterson sat staring at me sending a cold 
nervous chill up my spine. Standing at my desk I fiddled with some 
papers when he suddenly stood and walked to the door, locking it. 
Turning and walking toward me I backed into my desk and then he 
was in front of me with a crazed look in his eyes and a large grin 
on his face. "My dear Mrs. Kelly, Brenda,you are one fine looking 
teacher, and I just wanted to see for myself if what I had been 
hearing was true. But it isn't true, not true at all, your far 
better looking and dress sexier then I had heard, a whole hell of 
a lot sexier then at the last board meeting. 

You need never wear those stuffy women's suits again, in fact I 
think you should burn them and wear miniskirts all the time. You 
do know Brenda that I can let a person go or raise their salary, 
and I think that you and I need to talk about which I should do 
with you. On the one hand it could be said that you are trying to 
excite the young boys. That isn't true is it my dear?" As he 
continued to talk I was in a panic, I knew some how I had to prove 
him wrong but as I tried to think I suddenly felt his hand softly 
touch my thigh and begin traveling up my leg. I leaned against my 
desk in panic but this only caused my pleated miniskirt to rise 
higher and then I felt his fingers slip under my miniskirt and 
touch my panties as he bent forward to kiss me.

My body shook with fear as he touched my breast with his other 
hand while his fingers slid under my panties. I felt his fingers 
as they probed between my pussy lips and as I tried to raise my 
hands to push him away he broke the kiss and backed away. Smiling 
at me he brought his fingers to his nose telling me I had a sweet 
smelling cunt, and wet too. "I'll just bet that tight sweet 
smelling cunt of yours could use a dick. You haven't had a good 
fuck in a long time have you Brenda? Well now, I'm going to give 
you what a cunt like you deserves, so why don't you just pull that 
little skirt of yours up and take those panties off and I'll give 
you a good fucking. Oh yes, don't even think of yelling or 
fighting because if you do I'll deny everything saying I 
confronted you about fucking one of your students. And you know 
that once that gets out you won't have a job, and you may even go 
to jail. So be a good little cunt and spread your legs." In a 
trance my mind mulled over what he was saying and I found myself 
raising my skirt and as I slowly slipped my panties from my hips. 
I begged him not to do this. And then he was laughing as he pushed 
me backwards onto my desk, stepping between my legs he spread them 
apart and pushed his dick into me. 

As I lay on my desk with him grunting and pushing his dick between 
my dry pussy lips I felt both used and cheap and then he pulled 
his dick out and told me to get on my knees so he could shoot his 
cum in my mouth. I had never had a man put his dick in my mouth, 
and as I lay there not moving he yanked my off my desk and pushed 
me to the floor twisting his fingers in my hair as he shoved his 
dick into my mouth. I could taste my own juices as well as his and 
trying not to gag while he pumped into my mouth I thought of how 
much I loved teaching. Suddenly he started filling my mouth with 
his cum and I tried to pull away but he yanked my hair again and 
told me I had better swallow his cum or I would regret it. As I 
tried to swallow I felt like gagging and some of his cum leaked 
from the corner of my mouth and dribbled down my chin. Pulling his 
dick from my mouth he told me to lick him clean so his wife 
wouldn't know he had fucked someone and as I licked the cum from 
his dick he told me we would have to do this again soon. "Mrs. 
Kelly I like your garter belt but the panties will have to go. So 
be a good cunt and don't wear them anymore, I will check from time 
to time and if your wearing any I will be very upset, and you 
don't want to get me upset, you won't like what will happen."

I was afraid, and in my fear and anger of being raped like I had, 
I thought of calling the police. But I knew that if I did Mr. 
Peterson would tell those lies about me and I would be ruined. On 
Saturday as I returned from buying a few groceries I got two 
surprises, one; my husband was home and two; he told me that Mr. 
Peterson had called, and that I was to call him , something about 
a important meeting. As I dialed the number I looked at Phillip 
but he was back at some sport's game on TV, and then Mr. Peterson 
answered. "Brenda I'm glad you called. I told your husband that I 
needed to get with you for a meeting, so he thinks it's about 
school, but you know better don't you. After our little session 
the other day I've been thinking about that tight cunt of yours, 
and since my wife is at her sisters for the weekend I thought you 
should come to my house and keep me company. So let's say about 
8:30, and make sure you wear something sexy." With dread I looked 
at the clock and noticed it was 7:45 and though I didn't want to 
go I knew I had to. As I changed into one of my miniskirts with 
matching silk blouse I wondered if I was doing the right thing. I 
couldn't believe I was letting him take control of me this way. As 
I walked by Phillip he didn't even look up.

Pulling up to Mr. Peterson's house I looked at the four cars in 
the driveway and absently wondered why he would need so many. As I 
stood on the porch and rang the door bell I heard laughter coming 
from inside. As the door opened Mr. Peterson looked back over his 
shoulder and said that the entertainment had arrived. Leading me 
inside he told me that I had better make him proud and then I saw 
why there was four cars. The other three male members of the 
school board were sitting around his living room drinking and 
laughing. I started to turn and leave but he grabbed my arm and in 
a vise like grip led my forward as he asked if any of them had 
seen such a good looking piece of ass before.

"Gentlemen, our newest teacher Mrs. Kelly has asked me if she 
could be the entertainment for us tonight. She feels that to thank 
us properly for hiring her and giving her a pay raise that's the 
least she can do. Now gentlemen Mrs. Kelly is looking forward to 
satisfying our every whim so why don't we just get comfortable 
while she shows us that sexy body of hers with a strip show, and 
then she can decide who's dick will be the first to cum." As he 
walked to the CD and put on some music, I looked at each of the 
three old men and noticed that Mr. Taylor was drooling as he 
stared at me. I knew that trying to beg these men to let me go was 
hopeless and that if I didn't satisfy their sexual hunger Mr. 
Peterson would carry out his threat to tell the authorities that I 
was having sex with one of my students. I was trapped with only 
one way out, and that was to stay here all night and let them use 
me in whatever way they wanted. When the music started I began 
dancing and moving from one to the other as I slowly removed my 
clothes. 

When only my garter belt and stockings remained, I sat down on old 
Mr. Taylor's lap and started kissing him while squirming in his 
lap. Thinking I could get him to cum without having the old man 
stick his limp dick into me I placed my hand on his crotch. But to 
my surprise as I moved on his lap I felt him getting hard and it 
felt as if it was a stick, a big stick. Pulling away and jumping 
to my feet he started laughing, and then to my surprise told me 
that Mr. Peterson had told them that I was a great cock sucker and 
he would like nothing better then to have my lips around his cock. 
Slowly sinking to my knees I couldn't believe this was happening. 
Somehow I knew that this was only the beginning and that not only 
tonight but in the weeks to come I would be called upon to satisfy 
these four men's lust. As if in a dream I undid his belt pulling 
his pants down his skinny hips. As I pulled his pants and shorts 
from his hips his dick sprang free and I gasped as I saw a nine 
inch dick spring alive. It looked to be two inches in diameter and 
the skin went to the tip. With fascination I reached out and 
lightly touched it while trying to close my fingers around it. As 
my hand slide up and down it's length it twitched and seemed to 
come alive and a couple of drops of milky fluid oozed from the tip 
and moistened the skin. Looking up into his eyes with a 
questioning look, he placed his hand on the side of my face and 
softly rubbed my cheek. " It's beautiful isn't it my dear Mrs. 
Kelly, and look I already have cum on the tip. Now put your sweet 
lips around the tip and suck the cum because I know you want to 
make this 60 year old man happy." And though this was only the 
second dick I had ever sucked I found myself kissing the tip and 
swirling my tongue around and over the cum moistened head like a 
pro. Opening my mouth I slid my lips down the first couple of 
inches as I hollowed my cheeks and drew a suction as if I were 
drinking through a straw.

Looking up into his smiling face I wondered why I had not offered 
more resistance to an act that I had always thought disgusting. 
Opening my mouth wider I lowered my head and slid my lips down as 
my tongue worked along the underside feeling the pulsing blood 
vessels. I found myself thinking that the taste of his dick was 
not unpleasant, nor had the cum I had licked from the tip. As I 
slowly worked my mouth and lips up and down his dick savoring the 
taste of him, it suddenly pushed against my tonsils and pulling 
back in surprise I pulled my mouth from him and noticed that about 
five inches of his dick was wet and glistening from my saliva. 
Running my hand up and down the length a few times I again lowered 
my face to him without him saying a word, and began sliding my 
mouth and lips down his dick. My saliva was building in my mouth 
and as I slavishly sucked his dick it once again hit my tonsils, 
breathing through my nose and swallowing I felt him slid into my 
throat. Thinking I would choke I pulled back a little and then 
without thinking I pushed my head forward, relaxing my throat 
muscles and swallowing at the same time. 

I felt his dick slide deep into my throat and for some strange 
reason I felt proud of myself. With my lips around the base of his 
dick and his hair tickling my lips I worked my throat muscles as I 
purred deeply. Time and again I worked him deep into my throat and 
then placing one hand on his thigh I reached up with the other and 
cupped his balls in my hand all the while humming deep in my 
throat. I wanted him to shoot his cum into my throat. I wanted to 
taste his cum bad and for some sick reason I looked forward to 
having all four of these men put their dicks in my mouth and shoot 
their cum down my throat. "Oh yes Mrs. Kelly, suck it, your such a 
good cock sucker. Suck it dear and I'm going to shoot my cum down 
your throat, that's what you want isn't it Mrs. Kelly. You want my 
cum down your throat. Well then here it comes my little cock 
sucking lover, swallow it, swallow it all." And then he began 
shaking as he pushed his hips from the chair and grabbing the back 
of my head held my face tightly to his crotch as he began to shoot 
his cum into my throat. Working my throat muscle's as I swallowed 
I felt his dick twitch again and again as each time he shoot cum 
down my throat. I continued to suck and swallow as his dick slowly 
softened and then his hands fell from my head as he heaved a great 
sigh. As his now soft dick slipped from my still sucking mouth I 
looked up at him and licked my lips to get the last taste of his 
cum.

As I knelt before each of the other men and sucked their dicks a 
bright light flashed continuously and my mind began to paint lurid 
pictures of me kneeling before a room full of men as each pushed 
his dick into my mouth and filled my throat and mouth with cum and 
shoot it on my face and body until I was covered with their cum. I 
climaxed again and again as my mouth and throat were filled with 
cum as pictures of men's dicks danced before my minds eye. I heard 
voices as if from a great distance, but for what seemed like the 
longest time I couldn't quite understand the words, and even with 
my eyes closed I could still see the bright flashes as my body 
shook with ecstasy. I felt myself pulled from my knees and led 
toward the couch, and then I was sitting on someone's lap with my 
back to him and my legs spread obscenely on either side of his 
hairy thighs. Hands groped my body as others pinched my nipples, 
the dick sunk into my pussy felt marvelous as I bounced up and 
down on it and then another dick was shoved into my eager mouth. 
After what seemed like hours and many dicks later in either my 
pussy or mouth I collapsed in a state of exhaustion. My jaws ached 
from sucking their dicks and the taste of their cum filled my 
mouth and throat. I could feel their cum on my thighs where it had 
leaked from my pussy, and in spite of what I had just done and why 
I had done it I felt a warm satisfied glow.

"Well gentlemen didn't I tell you that our Mrs. Kelly was one fine 
piece of ass. And she sure knows how to suck dicks too. I've never 
had my dick deep throated so good before. I think we'll have to do 
this again real soon. Fucking her was like fucking your daughter 
Fred. Mrs. Kelly has the same small young body as a seventeen year 
old, I guess that's why she's so popular with her students. I'll 
bet they dream of fucking her every night."As Mr. Peterson 
continued to talk my mind drifted to my husband Phillip and to 
what he would think if he knew that I had just fucked and sucked 
the dicks of these men that were almost three times my age. I must 
be sick because even though I had at first been blackmailed and 
forced to satisfy these men I realized that I had loved every 
minute of that evening as they filled my mouth and pussy with 
their cum. During the rest of Spring break I found my self at Mr. 
Peterson's house five more times and Phillip never asked why I was 
always being called for meetings at night or why I was dressed so 
sexy.

When classes started again I no longer made a pretense of wearing 
anything but miniskirts and in fact I enjoyed wearing them to 
school and watching all the young boys stare at me. Sometimes I 
wondered if the boys knew I only wore a garter belt under my short 
skirts. As the school year passed the men grew more demanding and 
the meetings at Mr. Peterson's house increased. At first I was 
thrilled that these men found me sexy enough that they couldn't 
seem to get enough of me, but then they started taking pictures of 
me sucking and fucking them, and then I remembered the bright 
flashes of light on that first night and I asked if they had taken 
pictures before. They told me not to worry about any pictures as 
long as I kept coming to Mr. Peterson's house and fucking them 
when ever they called.

As the school year drew to a close Mr. Peterson was transferred 
and a new principle was hired to start off the new school year. 
Without him the others called me less and less and by the end of 
summer I hadn't seen any of them in a month. I hated to admit it 
but I missed the old men and sometimes at night I dreamed about 
them filling me with their cocks. As fall came and football season 
started everyone was excited saying that this year would be the 
year we won the state championship, and sure enough our school was 
in the finals. I had not expected Mr. Adams call but when he told 
me to meet him at the Holiday Inn in Springfield room 63 on Friday 
I became flustered. 

For some reason I'll never understand I went to the mall after 
school the next day and bought a new miniskirt. I had never 
thought of buying one like it before, but for some reason I felt 
it would be the right skirt to wear. It looked just like the short 
pleated skirts that the cheerleaders wore and I picked a sweater 
to go with it. Standing in front of the mirror looking at myself I 
couldn't believe how young I looked. I could pass for one of the 
cheerleaders, I no longer looked like a 21 year old teacher but a 
seventeen year old school girl. Despite myself I became excited 
wishing that Friday was already here and found the next couple of 
days pure torture. Friday arrived and if I had thought the other 
days had been bad Friday was hell. Rushing home I showered and 
then slipped into the cheerleader outfit complete with socks and 
tennis shoes, no garter belt or stockings, it wouldn't go with the 
image of a teenager, and I wanted nothing to spoil the innocent 
little school girl look.

As I drove toward Springfield and the Holiday Inn, I wondered if 
Mr. Taylor and Mr. Snyder would also be there. I hoped so because 
I missed the old gentlemen. Pulling up to the Holiday Inn I drove 
through the lot looking for 63 and then parking my car I walked to 
the door and knocked. A voice I didn't recognize told me to come 
in but I hesitated, then taking a deep breath I opened the door 
and stepped inside. Someone grabbed me from behind clamping a hand 
over my mouth while his other arm encircled my upper chest 
squeezing my breast almost flat. In a panic I struggled trying to 
escape but the hands held me tightly preventing my efforts and 
then the door was slammed shut. I was sure this was the right room 
that Mr. Adams had given me, but this was not Mr. Adams or any of 
the others. The arm around my chest loosened and then I heard the 
door being locked before a picture was put in front of my face. As 
I looked at it the hands let me go and I slowly turned to see who 
had pictures of me with the members of the school board. It was 
the football coach Hank Roberts, and as I looked up into his face 
I felt like the seventeen year old I looked like. "How nice of you 
to come Mrs. Kelly, and look at you dressed like a school 
cheerleader. But you look a hell of a lot sexier. I think you and 
I are going to have a hell of a fine time together this weekend. 
You see you're my bonus for getting the football team to the 
finals this year. 

The school board thought this black man deserved something special 
for his effort and seeing you and the way you're dressed I am very 
pleased. I thought they were just going to get me a hooker till 
Mr. Snyder showed me the pictures of you fucking and sucking all 
those old men. I ain't old, but I do have a big dick and I am 
going to enjoy fucking your brains out and filling you full of my 
cum."

As he talked he walked to the bed and sat on the edge, motioning 
me to follow him. Silently, as if in a trance, I walked to him 
until I stood between his parted legs. Reaching up he slid his 
large dark hands under my sweater and cupped my breasts causing a 
shiver to run up my spine. Because of his large 6 foot 7 inch 
frame we were almost face to face with him sitting down and as I 
looked into his face his words broke through the fog surrounding 
my brain. "Very nice Brenda, no bra. Of course with your little 
titties they should be firm and I've been dying to touch them and 
kiss those nipples of yours. Your not wearing any panties either 
are you? No, I thought not. A little sex kitten like you doesn't 
need them, you never know when you'll want to spread your legs and 
get fucked do you? Why don't we take off your sweater so I can 
suck on those nipples of yours, I'll bet you can hardly wait till 
my lips are on them." 

And then he was removing my sweater and taking my nipple into his 
mouth and lightly nibbling on it. His hands slid around my waist 
before cupping my ass cheeks pulling me closer to him. Moaning 
softly I reached out my small hands and ran my fingers over his 
dark bald head, marveling at the contrast of his darkness and my 
paleness as I stood there swaying. I felt his hands raise the back 
of my pleated miniskirt and, heaven help me, a loud moan of wanton 
lust rumbled from my throat as he began feeling my naked ass. What 
was happening to me? Had I become so cock hungry that I would let 
anybody use my body? First it was Mr. Peterson, then the other 
male members of the school board, and now it was this large black 
man in this hotel room. What had I become? A shiver ran up my 
spine as his finger slipped into my pussy while his mouth worked 
on my nipples. I could feel my juices began to flow as he worked 
on my body and my hips began moving in time with his finger.

Suddenly his finger and mouth were no longer there and as I stood 
on quivering legs moaning I heard myself whisper for more. 
"Brenda, if you want me to continue then ask me right. If you want 
me to finger fuck you ask for it in your cunt, not your pussy. And 
these are your tits not your breasts. If you don't use the right 
words then this black man won't know what you want and I'll have 
to quit. Remember Mrs. Kelly, BLACK, FUCK, CUNT, and TITS. 
Anything else and I stop and you will have to leave. Maybe you'll 
be able to find some white boy out in the parking lot that will 
like pussy and breast, but in here this weekend you'll use the 
words I just told you. Do you understand Mrs. Kelly? Now let's 
start over and do this right." 

Looking into his face I knew that he wasn't lying, if I didn't ask 
for his black finger, cock, or mouth on my tits or in my cunt he 
would throw me out. It had been so long since I'd had a mans cock 
that I needed his now and I didn't care if it was black. I just 
needed to be fucked. Standing in front of him in nothing but my 
cheer leading miniskirt, tennis shoes and white socks looking like 
a young school girl I asked him to stick his black finger in my 
cunt and fuck me with it till I came. But he just looked at me 
without saying anything, and then I remembered he had said we 
would start over. Picking up my sweater I put it on making the 
decision to go even further in the fantasy of a white seventeen 
year old cheerleader and the schools black football coach. As I 
walked to the door and unlocked it he stood and took a step toward 
me as if to stop me from leaving before I stepped through the door 
and closed it behind me. Standing out side the door I drew a 
gasping breath as I looked at my car realizing I should leave, but 
the caresses Hank had lavished on my body as well as his demands 
had turned me to jelly. Like a flash of lightning I realized that 
I enjoyed being dominated, being made to do things I would never 
normally do. Mr. Peterson as well as the other men had realized it 
from the very beginning, that is why he as well as the members of 
the school board had used me as they had. It was inevitable that 
this would happen, and as I stood outside the motel room with 
fantasies of me being a young white cheerleader used by the 
schools black football coach for his perverted sexual satisfaction 
I began to shiver with excitement at the idea of being dominated 
by a black man.

Opening the door I looked at Hank and the look of surprise on his 
face almost made me laugh. I knew that he had thought I had left. 
"Oh Coach Roberts we won! Our team will be in the finals for the 
state championship. I know I'm being naughty coming to your room, 
I mean you being a black man and a teacher and me being just a 
cheerleader by herself, but I just had to thank you for being such 
a good coach. Is there anything I can do for you to show you how 
happy I am, and to make this a special day." 

With his mouth open staring at me dumbfounded I walked to him and 
then standing on my tiptoes my arms encircled his neck pulling his 
face to mine and kissed him running my tongue into his mouth. 
Breaking the kiss I let his head go asking if there was anything 
else I could do for him. "Brenda, I'm surprised. I didn't know you 
liked football so much. Look at you, dressed like a cheerleader. 
If the team saw you dressed in that pleated skirt like some school 
girl all bubbling with excitement they'd love you too. Show me 
what you have under that sweater you sexy white bitch." Pulling my 
sweater off I told him I only had my tits under the sweater and 
nothing else, and then I asked if he would like to suck them. As 
he went back to sucking my tits his hand once more slipped under 
my pleated miniskirt but this time he pushed two fingers into my 
wet cunt. As I stood there with his fingers sawing in and out of 
my cunt while he sucked my tits, my knees began to feel like 
rubber and I began slowly sinking to the floor. As his fingers 
pulled from my cunt and his mouth left my tits my knees hit the 
floor.

"Well Mrs. Kelly I've fingered your wet cunt and sucked on those 
nice firm tits of yours so I guess it's time for you to suck on 
something firm of mine. Why don't you undo my pants and see the 
nice black cock you can suck on. I think I'd like to see your 
pretty red lips around my cock and shoot my cum down your throat." 
As my fingers worked at his belt and undid his pants I wondered 
how large his dick was and if he would like the way I sucked it. As 
I pulled his pants and shorts down around his feet and then off, 
he raised my face to his crotch and to a dick that was thicker 
then Mr. Snyder's but only an inch or two bigger. As my small 
white fingers began working up and down its length I lowered my 
face and opened my mouth and began sucking on the tip of his cock. 
Out of the corner of my eye I could see my reflection in the large 
wall mirror kneeling before a black man with his dick between my 
lips, the sight of his large black dick pushing into my white face 
was intoxicating, and I began working him deeper into my mouth. My 
cunt felt like it was on fire and I began rubbing my legs together 
as I swallowed more of his cock. "Oh yea white girl, your mouth 
feels so good. I ain't never had my cock sucked so good before. 
Suck it Brenda, suck it down your throat and swallow my cum. Look 
at me as you suck my black cock down your throat so I can see how 
much you like sucking this black mans cock. Look at me Mrs. 
Kelly." 

Looking up into his eyes I continued sliding my lips up and down 
his dick. Purring deep in my throat I worked more of him into my 
mouth as I swallowed my saliva, and then I felt him slide into my 
throat. As my lips encircled the base of his cock and his balls 
slapped my chin the hair around his crotch tickled my lips, and 
then he pulled all but the tip from my mouth. Time and again he 
worked his black cock deep into my throat sending small waves of 
pleasure sweeping over my body, I wanted him to fill my mouth and 
throat with his cum. With an animalistic grunt his fingers 
tightened in my hair holding my face tightly against his groin as 
he began shooting large globs of cum down my throat. Try as I 
might I still couldn't swallow it all, some of it leaked around 
his dick and my lips and slid down my chin.

As he pulled his half hard cock from my mouth a strand of his cum 
joined my lips to his cock which in my cock hunger and eagerness I 
lapped up. Pulling me up onto the bed he threw me onto my back 
pushing four of his fingers savagely into my cunt fucking me with 
his hand as if it were his cock. As I twisted and pumped my hips 
from the bed I grabbed his arm running my small white hands up and 
down it's ebony length as if it were a huge cock begging him to 
fuck his white cheerleader whore. I was swept along as wave after 
wave of a mind blowing climax shook my body. That night as his 
huge black body lay atop me with his hard thick black cock 
pounding into my cunt, his abusive language calling me a slut and 
a white trash whore excited me beyond belief. There was no love or 
tenderness only an animal like savagery as in between grunts he 
told me that from now on I was his white whore to do with as he 
pleased. I don't remember how many times he fucked me, all I 
remember was promising him that I was his before I fell asleep 
with his cock between my lips sucking on it like a new born baby 
sucks on a mothers tit.

On Saturday as he went out to get us breakfast I showered then 
cleaned the nights cum from my skirt, I had worn it the whole 
evening because he liked me wearing it as we fucked. As we ate he 
told me that I was his and that unless he gave me permission no 
one, not even my husband could have my cunt. I was to call him 
"MASTER" when ever and where ever I spoke to him lowering my head 
in subservience, and never to look into his eyes unless so 
directed. From this day on I was to do every thing he said no 
matter how degrading or perverted it might be, or I could go back 
to my wimpy ass husband and the old men on the school board. 
Hanging my head I listened to his haranguing, willingly accepting 
my fate as he stood up and walked toward me laughing. Grabbing my 
arm roughly, he threw me toward the bed calling me his white slut 
and taunting me about wanting his black cock. "Today Brenda were 
going to do something different. We both know you like having this 
black cock in your mouth and cunt, but now were going to see if 
you like having it shoved up you ass. Turn over and get on your 
hands and knees and wiggle that cute little white ass of yours and 
don't you move bitch, keep that cute ass of yours up. You're like 
a bitch in heat, you can't seem to get enough of this black cock 
so I'm going to fuck you just like a bitch gets fucked, in the 
ass." 

And then he was on the bed spreading my legs as he crawled between 
them. Raising the back of my miniskirt to my waist he ran his 
hands over my ass cheeks before pulling them apart, then his 
fingers glided up and down my cunt lips and ass hole. As he pushed 
a finger into the tight crinkled hole of my ass I pulled forward. 
Twisting his fingers into my reddish blonde hair he yanked my head 
back so hard my back arched and my cry of pain rent the air. I 
began crying, begging him not to shove his black dick in my ass 
telling him that I wanted it in my cunt. I kept telling him that I 
had never let anyone fuck my ass. "Shut the fuck up bitch, I told 
you, your nothing but a white trash slut and I'm your "MASTER" who 
can and will do anything I want to." Pushing his finger back into 
my ass hole he began sawing back and forth before shoving in 
another finger and then a third, as he worked his fingers in and 
out it felt as if he were trying to shove his whole hand into my 
ass.

Squeezing my eyes tightly shut I tried to think of his dick, any 
dick in my cunt, and then my mind seemed to float from my body and 
I had the strangest feeling of floating toward the ceiling looking 
down at my small kneeling form with a huge black man behind me 
pushing his fingers into my ass. As I watched he pulled his 
fingers from my ass and brought them to his mouth spitting on them 
before pushing them back into my ass hole. His laughter echoed 
through the room as he told me to beg him to fuck my ass. "Beg me 
you fucking white slut, beg me to fuck your ass." But only garbled 
pleas of pain escaped my lips as he continued to pull my head 
cruelly back using my hair like a horses mane. His fingers slipped 
from my ass hole and I watched the head of his dick as it began 
pushing against my nether ring. I watched in fascination as the 
head of his dick stretched my ass and began pushing forward. 

I heard myself scream and then saw my whole body began to shake as 
he pushed more and more of his large black unlubricated cock into 
my small white body. With cruel savage lunges he pounded into my 
ass, slipping deeper into me with each stroke until he had all ten 
or eleven inches inside my ass rocking me back and forth. Each 
time he drew back I could see the edges around my anus flair 
outward and then as he lunged forward they collapsed inward.

As I continued to watch, my cries of pain grew less and less until 
I was only moaning and then suddenly I felt myself falling back 
toward my body and the last thing I saw was my ass as it pushed 
back toward Hank and begin rotating in small circles. My eyes flew 
open and a hoarse sound escaped from my throat. I pushed back 
toward the large black cock buried in my ass rotating my buttocks 
in ever increasing circles. "Oh GOD!!! Fuck my white ass with your 
black cock. Fuck me you black son of a bitch. Fuck me with that 
big black cock and hurt me so good. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." 
With a strength I never knew I had I pushed back against the cock 
plowing into my ass each time it lunged forward. I felt more full 
of cock then I ever had and I loved it. I couldn't get enough. And 
then my mind began painting pictures of my students stripping and 
showing me their cocks as I knelt in front of my desk while one 
fucked my ass as another shoved his cock into my mouth. Cock for 
teacher, cock to fuck and cock to suck, so much better then an 
apple. "Fuck me you black son of a bitch. Fuck me or get someone 
who can. I need cock, cock's to fuck, cock's to suck. FUCK ME !!! 
Fuck my ass and fill me with cum." My body was on fire as I worked 
back against him and then I felt him begin to shudder and with a 
load moan he began shooting his cum deep into my ass. " No, not 
yet. Don't cum. Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop. Fuck me. Fuck 
me, you black son of a bitch, fuck me. FFFUUUUUCCCCCCKKK 
MMEEEEEEEEEEEEE."

As he collapsed over my kneeling body his weight pushed me prone. 
His cock was still buried deep in my ass and with no hope of 
relief from him my hand dove between my widely splayed legs 
rubbing furiously over my distended clit seeking some measure of 
release, I had been so close to a climax but my pleas and furious 
rubbing did little good. Lifting himself from my prone body his 
dick slipped free with an audible pop as his taunts of cock hunger 
assaulted my ears. "Does my little white whore want more cock 
shoved up her tight little ass hole? Does she want some more black 
meat so she can get off?  Then I guess I'll have to call a couple 
of my bro's to satisfy your cock hunger, is that what you want?" 
Nodding my head I called him "MASTER" begging him to give me more 
cock, telling him I would even fuck his football team if he wanted 
me too. His laughter as well as his answer turned my cheeks red 
with shame as he told me that he was sure the team would love 
nothing better than to fuck me. He had even heard some of them say 
they would give anything to fuck me, and as cock hungry as I was I 
would probably like fucking the whole team. Looking at him as he 
began to put his clothes on I again begged him to fuck me but he 
just threw my sweater at me telling me to put it on unless I 
wanted to go out with my tits showing. As I slipped my sweater on 
he grabbed my arm pulling me toward the door telling me that he 
was going to make sure I got all the cock's I wanted.


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