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It's interesting I tell you, I never know when or where opportunities will come up to find a girl that needs that gentle, or not so gentle, push I give into a life of sapphic pleasures. Sometimes it's really in the most unexpected of places.

It was a few weeks after my vacation when I found myself in a very unexpected place. Things hadn't worked out with Vanessa. I'd done my job too well. She was too clingy, talking about how much she loved me and how great it would be when the two of us got married. For the first time in my life I was a little glad for homophobia because I could tell her that gay marriage wasn't legal in the state where I lived.

That barely settled things down. She talked about moving across the country to live with me and about having a commitment ceremony and...well, I had to put the kibosh on that. I'm not a one woman woman, I'm on a mission. She was hot and a great fuck but I had my eyes out for other great fucks. Hell, I even gave the hotel's cute little desk clerk a turn before I left.

I'd told Vanessa to settle down and maybe come out to see me. I had some friends, an all-female motorcycle group, who could come through her town and pick her up.

So, yeah, Vanessa is going to be well taken care of. Those diesel's will give her all the pussy she can handle.

So I was out on the prowl. But not at this particular moment. I'd had a long day and was looking forward to getting home. So I hopped on the subway and settled into my seat and prepared just to ride out the day.

It was a fairly empty train when I got on but it gradually filled up. You know the way, people rushing on to fill every seat they possibly can. Eventually, when we got to the shopping district, the car was almost entirely full, with only one seat left, directly in front of mine. The doors were just about to close when two people rushed to make it on.

The first was this wall street type. Expensive suit, wireless headset in his ear, you know the sort. He was pulling along a girl behind him, clearly in a hurry.

The girl though. Hot damn.

She was blonde, with a hair cut that I guessed cost more than most people's rent. Her eyes were hidden behind expensive shades and she was dressed in a tight little white skirt and tight designer black t-shirt that hugged a pair of very large, suspiciously perfect looking tits. She was wearing grotesquely high heels, the sort I couldn't even imagine walking in and her arms were just absolutely filled with bags from stores I couldn't pronounce. A very cute little rich bitch.

Her boyfriend, I couldn't help but notice, didn't have a single thing in his hands and clearly hadn't offered to help her. In fact, he was the one who took the last seat, plopping his butt down before grabbing his cell phone and starting to play some game on it. Spreading his legs ridiculously wide, I could see the old chinese woman next to him have to shift in her seat because apparently he decided that the whole world needed to be exposed to his crotch.

His girlfriend didn't seem to mind too much. She put one of her bags down into the copious space between his legs and simply rested, looking world weary and just too cool for school.

So I wanted her. Bad. But, I confess, I had no real idea how I was going to do it. I could simply get out where the two of them did and see if I could get something going but I knew that would be tricky.

But then, once again, Lady Fate decided that this girl was going to get the reprieve she needed.

As the subway lurched to life we got going for only a few seconds before it came to a sudden halt. Worse still, the lights in the train went completely dark. Leaving us completely shut down and between stops. The place was pitch black and I could hear people start to murmur their displeasure.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the garbled static-y transmission came on, "We're experiencing some slight delays and problems with the power down here. Please be patient and we'll be lit up and on our way shortly."

Groans of displeasure. But not from me. No, I sprung into action. Quick as a cat I left my seat and, despite the total darkness I knew exactly where I was going. I felt the curve of little miss perfect's ass against me as I leaned forward to whisper into her ear.

"I'm going to fuck you, you sexy little bitch" I whispered, my hands sliding the tight material of her skirt up her hips, "I'm going to fuck you right in front of your boyfriend."

I said it low enough for only her to hear and, happily, I didn't hear any protest or disagreement. Quite the contrary, I actually felt her legs spread a little. The pitch black of the train wasn't much of an obstacle, I definitely knew my way around a tight little ass in the dark. So I tugged down what felt like a thong and then in a second, my fingers were inside her. I felt her have to stifle a moan as I felt her very wet little pussy squeeze tightly around all three of my invading digits.

I thought about her boyfriend, only inches away from us, completely clueless, probably with his legs still spread wide. Well, I was spreading his girlfriend's cunt wide, giving her a quick and rough fucking. As fast as I could without making any obvious noises.

Blondie wasn't as lucky. She was doing her best to stifle her noises but little whimpers crept out of her lips.

"Jesus christ, Natalie," I heard her boyfriend say in the dark, "It's just the dark, there's nothing to be scared of."

Natalie. That was the name of the girl I was plunging my fingers into quickly.

I wrapped my hand around her chest, taking a squeeze of one of her large breasts. I was surprised. I'd have bet heavily that the heavy orbs sitting high on her chest were the result of Daddy paying a plastic surgeon. But they felt very real. God, they must look perfect when naked I thought. My hand snaked up higher to her throat and wrapped around her pretty neck, squeezing gently.

"Listen Natalie," I whispered, "You're going to cum for me. You're going to cum quietly for me. Because if you don't, I'm going to stop fucking your litte pussy and I know that a naughty little girl like you doesn't want that, do you?"

"No," she whispered, I gave her throat a gentle little squeeze.

"Shhh," I whispered back.

Like I said, I was going for speed. I didn't know when the lights would come back on and so I needed to make things quick. I fucked her with three and then four fingers as she fucked back onto my hand with just enough speed and it was maybe only over a minute before I heard her make these cute little squeaking noises as she bit her lip and came all over my hand.

Then, quick as a cat, I pulled my hand out of her and pulled up her little panties before walking back to my seat. It was the nick of time too. I had just sat back down when the lights came back on. I looked up to see Natalie looking just a little bit disheveled, just a strand or two of hair out of place and looking flush and freshly fucked. I could see her boyfriend looking around suspiciously, like he knew something had gone down, and I could see Natalie looking around too. I realized that she didn't know who had fucked her. I wondered in that second if anyone who'd taken the intiative could have lifted up that skirt and had their way with her.

But then our eyes met and I licked my fingers clean and I saw a naughty little smile grow on her face. Our little secret.

Turns out, out little discrete fuck couldn't have been any more timely because it was only a stop later when her boyfriend stood up and reached for Natalie's hand again. Her eyes kept locked on mine as she walked with him off the subway. For a second I regretted that I hadn't done something, anything to get her number or her last name or something that could lead to the follow-up fuck that I knew she'd want. I squirmed uncomfortably as I watched the sexy blonde walk off, cursing that I might never get to suck on those big tits as she rode my strap-on to incredible orgasms. That I might never get to see her bitchy little face between my thighs.

I watched the two of them walk onto the platform and heard the familiar noise of the train doors closing. But then, I saw something that made my cunt tingle. Natlaie yanked herself free of her boyfriend's grasp and, just nanoseconds before the doors close, jumped back onto the subway car, leaving him alone on the plaform. I smiled broadly as the cute blonde walked up to me. Someone had taken her boyfriend's seat and the car was full but I patted my lap and the little blonde cutie sat right down on it. I watched her boyfriend's stunned face through the window as she leaned down to kiss me passionately, the Subway roaring to life and taking us one step closer to where we would go.

So guys, let this be a lesson to you, when you're on the subway, keep your legs together. Or you just might get a picture like the one I sent from Natalie's phone to her now ex-boyfriend, his sexy, bitchy little blonde girlfriend completely naked, those big perfect tits in her hands and a look of complete and total submissive ecstasy on her face. Now she was the one her legs spread wide. Wide as they could go. After all, she was trying to fit my massive fake cock into her cunt.

Stealing(momentarily) a Slave

Like I said, you just never know, right? Things happen all over the place.

It was a couple of weeks later when I got an unusual email from a friend of mine. This woman, Irene, was someone I knew from way back. Someone who'd helped me out. She was a high school teacher then and I was a high school dropout working construction and we met over beers in a gay bar and who seemed nice enough. She understood how I'd dropped out because I couldn't stand all of the idiots who gave me shit but urged me to go and get my GED.

She was a sweet old gal but definitely not my type. Plus, after we got to drinking I learned that she had sort of the same tastes I did. The hot little straight girls. She talked about all the 18 year olds she had to teach and how she sometimes fantasized about them but wouldn't do anything for fear of losing her job.

Anyways, that was almost twenty years ago. Now she's pushing 60 and is the Principal of a well regarded suburban High School. Anyways, she sent me an email asking me to meet her at her school to help her with a "problem" but she didn't go any further. So I agreed and set out to join her.

The meeting time was a bit unusual. It was almost eight o'clock at night. Personally, I always figured most schools were ghost towns after four. But when I got there there were still quite a few people milling about. Not students, a disappointment as I had hoped to clock some of the hot 18 year old cheerleaders Irene was always talking about, but parents. Apparently it was some sort of parent-teacher night.

I went to the principal's office, not my first time believe me, but the secretary told me that Irene was still busy and that she might be a little while. I nodded and decided to hang out in the hallways and maybe check some email. I just had my phone out when I was interrupted.

"Excuse me, are you Jessica's mother?"

I looked up. An absolutely gorgeous brunette was looking at me. At first I thought she might have been a student, she barely looked 20, but I could see from her dress that she just must have been a young teacher.

She was gorgeous. She wasn't as stacked as some of the girls I've talked about before but she was incredible. She was tall, almost as tall as I am, with high cheekbones, dark brown eyes and an elegant nose. Her long light brown hair hung loosely but impeccably down to her shoulders.

Everything about her just said "tight" from her clothes, a crisp white dress shirt and a black pencil skirt that hugged her hips like a second skin, to her model-like body to her voice and manner. She looked like one of those girls who thought that ice wouldn't melt in her mouth.

But something gave me a hunch that she would melt in mine.

I stood there for a moment. I had to remember what she'd asked me.

"Excuse me?"

"Jessica Peterson...is that your daughter?"

I didn't know Jessica Peterson from a hole in the ground but if it would get me into the hot teacher's classroom, I'd have said I was Hitler's Mother.

"Yup," I said, "That's my little girl."

The teacher nodded, still with that disapproving look on her face.

"Well, I wish you could have shown up earlier as I was just about to leave but...well, I guess it's good that you finally started showing some interest in your daughter's education."

I could see from her face she meant it as a withering put-down. God, It just made me want her more. She motioned for me to come into the classroom and I did, taking my seat at one of the small desks right in front of hers while little miss strict closed the heavy door behind her and took her seat at her desk.

God, her ass. Poems should have been written about it. High and tight and straining against her little skirt. Those perfect long legs meeting at one of god's most perfect creations.

She sat down and gave me a weak smile.

"Well, there's no two ways around it," she started, enunciating every word clearly and carefully, "There's some good and some bad. The good is that Jessica's school work is fine."

"And the bad?" I asked, pretending to be very interested.

"The bad," she hesitated for a second, "The bad is behaviour related."

I paused, trying to look upset.

"But Miss...

"Taylor," she said, "Miss Taylor."

" Jessica's always so well behaved at home, though." I said. The key to lying is believing the lie. I began imagining me, sitting around the table with my sexy little wife and our cute daughter Jessica.

"Well, I'm sure," she said, "But this is actually fairly common. You know how it is with these seniors. They're 18, they're already planning going off to college, they begin to take classes less seriously."

I nodded. Although in my head my little family life had taken a change. Jessica was 18? All of a sudden in my head we were spending some very close "Mother-Daughter" time together.

"Well, I suppose that's the case," I nodded, "So what sort of shenanigans has the little minx been up to then?"

Miss Taylor looked harshly back at me. Clearly she thought I wasn't taking this seriously, which I very much wasn't. I was just looking for a way to get into the cute teacher's panties.

"Well, she's talking a lot, talking back and she's coming to school in clothes that just barely meet the uniform standard. Tight shirts that show cleavage, short skirts, things like that. I really think you should have a talk with her before she leaves the house."

I almost chuckled. In my head that talk would go very differently than I imagined it would in Miss Taylor's mind. I'd definitely demand that Jessica not wear those slutty clothes. I'd make her go back to her room, take them off and fuck her silly.

"And the thing is," Miss Taylor continued, "It's becoming a real distraction. She spends all of her time flirting with the boys and then when I tell her to stop she gets rude and..."

I stood up angrily, harshly. As I did I could see Miss Taylor gasp a little and look afraid. But there was something else in her eyes. Something that I recognized instantly. A little spark that told me exactly how this was going to go down and just what tactic to play.

"That is unacceptable," I said angrily, walking up to her desk. I could see that mix of fear and...something in her eyes as I walked up right in front of her. "I brought my daughter up in a fine, upstanding lesbian home and I will not tolerate her flirting with boys when I'm sure there are some very sexy girls she could be flirting with."

I had to keep from laughing as I saw Miss Taylor's expression shift. Trying to figure out how I could possibly mean what I'd just said.

"I don't think you quite..." she started but I stopped her abruptly.

"It seems to me that this is quite clearly a discipline problem." I said harshly, walking around the desk.

"I agree," Miss Taylor nodded, looking a little relieved when she thought we were back on the same page, "And if you maybe just talk to her..."

I shook my head.

"No," I said harshly as I yanked Miss Taylor up by the collar of her dress shirt before pushing her down hard, bending her over her desk, that incredible ass of hers in that tight little skirt on such an inviting display.

"What are you, let me go," she said, struggling. But I could tell it was half-hearted. She liked being exactly where she was.

"Not her lack of discipline," I said, roughly, "Yours."

I roughly palmed that perfect ass of hers through her skirt. God it was incredible. Firm and round and tight.

"You're her teacher." I said, "And when a disrespectful little bitch talks back to you then you should take her like this and bend her over and spank her cute little ass until she promises to behave."

I brought my hand down heavily on one of her perfect ass cheeks, creating a large smacking sound.

"Ahhh!" Miss Taylor groaned. A groan that told me right away that I was on the right track.

"And you spank her again, and again..."

I did, slapping her tight ass with hard, heavy stinging slaps.

"Until she promises to do whatever you say."

"Oh god," Miss Taylor moaned, but I could feel her rub her cute little ass against my palm. Slowly I brought my hand up to the zipper of her skirt and began pulling it down. She'd stopped resisting and the garment slid off her easily. I wasn't surprised in the least to see her incredible ass covered in a lacy little pair of black panties. I'd clocked that about this girl the minute I saw her. The type who liked to dress all prim and proper on the outside while thinking that the slutty little lingerie she was wearing underneath was just her little secret. Well, now the secret was out and my hands were all over it. Caressing her ass, seeing where my hands had left a red mark.

"After all," I said, "You're her teacher. And if you see her with boys you should tell her all about how boys are no good. How they're trouble. How if she needs to cum she shouldn't look to a boy who didn't know what they were doing, they should come to you and let you work your talented little tongue into her 18 year old cunt."

"But I never," She groaned, "I'm not supposed to...I mean, I have a boyfriend"

I spanked her again. This time my hand coming down on her bare ass cheek, creating an even louder crack. I couldn't help it, even if I liked hearing that she had a boyfriend.

"Oh fuck," she moaned.

"And if she really misbehaves," I said, reaching for my bag, "That's when you bend her over a desk and you fuck her little pussy until she won't even look at another boy."

I reached into my bag for my harness. I know what you're thinking, I brought my massive strap-on in my bag? I bring it wherever I go? Well, like I said, you never know when you're going to need it. You never know when you're going to meet a little submissive bitch who needs to be fucked senseless. It comes in handy.

I wanted it on quick so I stepped into it over my jeans. True, it meant I couldn't give myself much pleasure with it but I had a hunch that Miss Taylor would be happy to come back to my place later and do whatever the fuck I told her to.

"After all," I said cinching up the cock, "I hear all the time about teachers and their students these days. Jessica is 18. You should be fucking her discipline problem right out of her. . I pay your salary after all."

I yanked the teacher's lacy little panties down around her knees and began rubbing at a pussy that was as wet and hot as any I'd ever seen, even though my eyes were drawn to that incredible ass of hers. Naked it was just beyond belief. It wasn't big, and I've been known to like a big booty, but it wasn't flat by any means. Just perfectly toned and round and tight. Two soft supple cheeks sticking up in the air invitingly in her heels.. It never failed. I knew girls who were just total subs like this one, even if they didn't realize it themselves. I don't even know if it mattered that I was a woman, she just needed to be dominated, to be controlled. To be taken. I pushed the head of my cock right up against her little cunt and began to push inside.

"No," I heard her moan, plead. I paused. I'd thought I'd pushed her far enough that she would take what was given but I stopped. I didn't ****.

"No, slut?" I asked "You don't want me to fuck your little pussy raw until you learn your lesson."

"Oh god, no," she moaned and I could tell that a dam was breaking. She knew what she wanted but didn't want to give in, to submit., "I want...I want...I want you to fuck my ass."

I smiled.

"Yeah you do," I said, spitting on my hand before rubbing it all over the dick, "You need to be really punished, don't you."

I moved upward, the now slick head of the big cock pushing between her toned little ass, finding that tight little hole and pushing. It was a tight fit.

"Oh god, yes," she moaned.

"Yeah," I said, grunting a little as I pushed. I wanted inside her but I didn't want to hurt her. Too badly, anyway, "Yeah, you love it up the ass, don't you girl?"

"Fuck yes," she moaned as her little rosebud stretched around the head of the cock, letting it slide in, "I love it."

I worked it in slowly, it was easier once the head was in but she grunted with every inch.

"Yeah, you do," I said, seeing her whole body tense up and shudder as I pushed the big cock into her, "And your boyfriend doesn't fuck your ass the way you need, does he?"

"No," she cried, "He..."

"He thinks it's too nasty," I completed her sentence for her, "He doesn't know that you like it nasty. That you're a nasty little fuckslut."

"Yes mistress," she said. That was fun. She called me that unprompted.

"Yeah," I said, sliding the cock out slowly, leaving just the head inside, "He thinks you're a good girl. A proper young lady. He doesn't know you're a filthy little whore who loves getting fucked by big cocks in her ass."

I shoved the cock back inside her.

"Yes, oh fuck me yes," she groaned, "It's so fucking tight."

"He doesn't know that you're so desperate to get fucked like that that you'd just let me bend you over in your classroom and take your ass, even though my cock is so big that I have to really stuff it..."

I thrust in again.

"Really have to stuff it inside."

"Please Mistress, do it," she moaned, "Fuck me, hurt me, give me what I need."

I reached down and grabbed a fistful of her hair, painfully yanking her head back. My other hand reached around and grabbed the neckline of her shirt. With one strong, fluid motion I ripped down, hearing the buttons fall off it as I tore her tits free. They weren't big, I took note as I groped them roughly through her bra, B cups at best. But they were perky and through the thin material of the bra her nipples felt hard as pebbles.

I groped her as I started fucking into her with a steady rhythm, her pained groands and pleas for more music to my ears as the big cock fucked into her. There wasn't much stimulation for me, at best rubbing my clothed crotch against my harness was like some extremely weaksauce dryhumping, but I just fucking loved being in a classroom and bending over a stuck-up bitch while I fucked her ass. I couldn't help but think of all of the girls in my highschool I would have liked to give a similar fucking to. Little Miss Taylor was getting all of that aggression in spades, getting the full business as I fucked her tight ass with a vengeance.

"Oh fuck yes, I love it, fuck my ass mistress," she begged.

"Yeah," I said, grabbing her hips tightly as I slam fucked her, "Your boyfriend thinks you're a good girl, doesn't he."

"Yes," she replied,

"But you're not, are you?" I said, smacking her ass as I rode her.

"No," she moaned.

"What are you?"

"I'm a slut. I'm a filthy little whore. I want to fuck girls. I want to eat their pussies and have them eat mine and have them strap on huge cocks and fuck my ass."

I spanked her again and I saw her slide a hand between her legs, frigging at her clit.

"Yeah you are," I grunted as I really started to fuck her, "And if you cum before I tell you then I am going to spank your ass until you can't sit down for a week."

She groaned her submission and removed her hand.deep down it was empty. I knew that being punished for cumming too soon would probably thrill her tight-ass little prissy self. But I fucked her roughly and soon it was my hand reaching around and frigging at her clit, giving her cunt tiny little spanks as my big cock stuffed her ass again and again.

"FUCK FUCK FUCK, MISTRESS!" she screamed, "Please I'm going to, I can't, fuck, please let me cum Mistress. Please let me cum on your perfect cock."

I let her, I frigged that clit faster and faster until she bucked and groaned and screamed. I came to a stop as she did, realizing I'd fucked her so hard I'd pushed her desk about three feet away from the front of the room. I paused to catch my breath. As I did though, I heard a very unexpected sound.

Applause.

"My goodness, you do work fast, don't you?"

I looked over and saw my friend, Irene. Grey haired, glasses, still a little heavy...truth be told she looked like a kindly old grandmother. Well, she would have if it weren't for the absolute look of lust in her eyes, trained on the bottomless girl I had bent over the desk. Truth be told, in all the excitement I'd completely forgotten about the "problem" I'd come to see her about. I hadn't heard her come in at all and wondered just how much of my fucking one of her teachers she'd seen.

"Principal Hutchinson, I..." I heard the teacher say beneath me, struggling to somehow wiggle free of me or cover up or make some pathetic attempt to make it look like anything other than it was. I held her firm though.

"You know Amelia," Irene said to me as she approached the desk, "The whole reason I asked you in was because I had this incredibly sexy little bitch of a teacher who started working for me this semester. Only 23, just out of teacher's college and with this incredible body, a phenomenal ass and ever since her first day here the only thing I could think about was how much I wanted to fuck her."

"Yeah, she's a pistol," I groaned. Little Miss Taylor stopped squirming beneath me and simply looked over at her boss who was now stroking her pretty brown hair.

"But the problem was she was dating Mr. Marner, the gym teacher. And I've never been like you Amelia, the way you can just turn girls," Irene said, now almost pawing the girl, sliding one of her thumbs into Miss Taylor's mouth, "But I wanted this sexy little creature so much I figured you could help me do it or do it and then share her or..."

I watched as Miss Taylor sucked the principal's thumb like a cock.

"My, my, my," Irene said, "Alison Taylor, little miss ice queen, what am I going to do with you now that I've caught you with your pretty little ass in the air, getting fucked in a classroom by my big butch friend here?"

"Principal Hutchinson, I..." Alison started.

"I think, Alison," I said, "You should offer to make it up to your boss, this egregious breach of conduct."

"I...yes," Alison nodded, her situation dawning on her.

"Well, then, Irene," I said, looking back at my friend, "How would you like Miss Taylor to make it up to you."

Truth was, I was a little shocked by the look in Irene's eyes. She'd always been so gentle, so sweet to me. But as she looked down at Alison on the desk, I could tell that there were a lot of feelings bubbling to the surface. Sometimes I forget that while there are a lot of lesbians like me, older women who lust after beautiful younger women, a lot of them aren't as capable and confident of actually getting them. I'd known Irene had those same desires but had been single for a long time. Now, as the kindly older woman looked down at the teacher that was almost young enough to be her granddaughter, there was an almost wicked look to her eyes as she realized what she had in front of her.

"I want," Irene said as she unzipped her own skirt, "The thing I've wanted since this little cutie was first in my office. I want her tongue in my cunt."

Irene stepped out of her skirt and panties. Not the most attractive sight in my eyes, like I said Irene wasn't my type, and we'd never really had the kind of friendship where we would do this. But I soon realized that whatever mad lusts Irene had for Alison would override any other consideration. It took a little bit of maneuvering but soon Irene was up on the desk, her legs spread wide.

"How 'bout it slut," I said, grabbing a fistful of Alison's long brown hair, "Going to eat out your boss right here?"

Alison looked up but not at me. To Irene.

"Tell me I have to." she said desperately.

"You have to eat my cunt, Miss Taylor, you have to eat it until I cum all over your bitchy little face." Irene said, taking hold of Alison's head and guiding it to her wet, waiting pussy.

Soon I heard the frenzied licking and slurping sounds and Irene's eyes rolled back in her head. Alison may have wanted to be told to, to feel like it was something she was being forced to do, but there's no doubt about it that the stuck-up little teacher was eating her 58 year old boss' pussy like it was pumpkin pie on Thanksgiving.

I didn't stay passive, I pulled the thick cock out of Alison's ass and, giving it a quick wipe clean, moved down a hole to her drenched cunt. Sliding it in almost to the hilt with one go as I heard Alison cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain, although her cry was muffled by the pussy in her mouth.

"Oh fuck she's good," Irene moaned.

"Yeah," I said, thrusting my cock inside, "A lot of them take quite a bit of practice but something tells me that little miss enunciation here has eaten a ton of pussy in her dreams."

"God damn, I've wanted her for so long," Irene said.

"Well," I grunted, thrusting harder, "You've got her now and I think she's going to be pretty open to suggestion from here on in."

A light seemingly clicked on in Irene's head. She momentarily yanked Alison's mouth away from her dripping snatch.

"You're mine now, understand?" my friend said, sounding a little harsh, "And from now on you're going to be fifteen minutes late to homeroom every day. Because, oh fuck, when I'm reading the morning announcements you're going to be under my desk eating my pussy."

I saw Alison give a little nod.

"Tell me what you're going to be doing every morning at 8:40," Irene said commandingly. A tone I'd never heard from her before.

"Eating your pussy," Alison moaned as I fucked the big cock into her.

"And you're going to call me Mistress from now on, understand?" Irene said again. I was surprised. I had no idea Irene liked to get that rough. At that request though, I saw Alison look behind her to me. She'd only recently called me Mistress and, apparently, she wanted to see how I'd react. Irene looked at me too, a little nervously, like maybe she'd overstepped her boundaries.

Truth was, if Irene wanted her so badly, she could have her. I was still fucking Natalie from the Subway most nights and if Alison Tyler lived out in the suburbs then I knew that getting out here to fuck her would be a pain, even if it did mean a good piece of submissive pussy.

"Answer your Mistress, slut," I said, spanking Alison's ass harder than before.

"Oh fuck, yes Mistress," Alison moaned, "I'll do whatever you want Mistress, whenever. I'm yours, I want to be your slave."

"Mmmm, fuck," Irene said as she roughly pulled Alison's mouth back to her box, "I should have gotten you out here sooner, Amelia."

"Well," I grunted, still fucking Alison fiercely, "It's been busy."

And then the most bizarre few minutes of my life happened. Irene and I had a little chat. Like we were in the bar over a pint of beer, only there was a gorgeous little 23 year old brunette wedged between the two of us, me fucking her cunt and Irene riding her face. Every now and then our conversation was interrupted by Alison moaning her muffled orgasmic cries into Irene's cunt and Irene's speech patterns would go a little ragged before Alison's talented little tongue would cause her to spasm and cum all over her new little slave's face.

We shared Alison for at least an hour. After Irene had cum a couple of times we switched ends. Irene burying her face in Alison's cunt from behind and Alison proving to me that she did indeed have a very talented tongue, eating my pussy to a few orgasms of my own.

After an hour though, the night wound down. Irene and I had both had multiple orgasms and Alison, well, I had no idea how many times she came. Eventually the three of us dressed, although Irene told Alison not to wear her panties(something Alison dutifully obeyed, and we made our way out of the school. It was hard not to notice the change in both Alison and Irene. Alison's arm was wrapped around the taller younger woman's waist, possessively. Her hand firmly squeezing Alison's ass as if to say to the entire world that she owned it. Alison, for her part, was hanging off her new mistress like her life depended on staying in constant contact with her.

"So," I said as we got into the cool air of the late night, "I guess you guys will..."

"I think Miss Taylor is going to be coming home with me," Irene said with a little nod. Alison, whose face was buried in Irene's neck like a shy c***d, simply nodded. Given how much Irene was into her and how much Alison seemed to like being dominated...I had a hunch that they'd be spending most of their time together.

"Thank you Amelia," Irene said to me with real emotion. I could tell she was thrilled. I could tell that after lusting after women like Alison for so many years but never getting one, well, it was a big deal to her. To me, shit, it had just been a night of fun.

"Don't sweat it," I shrugged. I was happy for her, deep down, "But, fair warning, I think you're going to go need a nice big strap-on to give Miss Taylor the kind of ass-fucking she needs."

Alison whispered something into Irene's ear. I didn't hear it entirely but it sounded like "Yes please, mistress". Irene just smiled and grabbed her ass.

"I've got a ten incher at home," she said, "And I'm going to fuck this little slut every day with it."

I nodded. It sounded like a nice plan. Alison clearly liked the sound of it too because she began passionately kissing Irene, who responded in kind. I decided it might be nice to leave the two little lovebirds to their own devices and quietly walked away.

The End

PS oh, a fun post script. Irene and Alison seem super devoted to each other these days. Apparently Alison moved in with her. Irene talks all the time about her little girlfriend and even brings her down to the club to show her off, Alison always dresses just as prim and proper as she was that first day.

But Irene shows her off to me in other ways. She takes a lot of pictures. Almost like she wants to document every day she spends with the gorgeous brunette. She sent me hundreds of pictures of a trip they took to Mexico, almost all of them with Alison naked and getting fucked. Either by Irene or by a an even younger blonde girl. Incredibly cute, a slinky body. A real cheerleader type. Irene was fucking her in a bunch of the photos too. It seemed like a whole week of non-stop three way lesbian fucking.

Remember Jessica? My 18 year old "daughter" that Alison had been so concerned about? Turned out the pretty teacher took my advice after all and talked her out of flirting with boys. I couldn't help it, as I looked at all of the pictures of the three of them fucking(and watched all of the videos) I felt very proud of what I'd done.