(this is the continuation of “Teacher is the Pet – Ch 01”. Read it first to gain context of the story and the characters.)
Though blushing from her embarrassment, her pussy was fully engorged with the blood of her lust. She wished she had been allowed to wear panties, for she could feel her moisture seeping from her and beginning to soak the remnants of a crotch in her shorts.
Roger walked to the center of the small kitchen and turned to face Chris. His three cronies lined up almost like soldiers behind him.
When Chris turned around to face the room after closing the door, locking it and pulling down the shade, Roger spoke to her.
“Over here my slut.” He said pointing to the floor in front of him.
Chris blushed as she answered. Though he called her slut all the time and Chris loved the label and what it promised, it had to this point been just the two of them. The humiliation of being called his slut in front of the other boys was embarrassing to the young teacher, but the humiliation was part of the reward to come. The promise of his dominance in the label being applied to her, forced her to slip into service mode and she replied appropriately as she moved to the specified location in front of him.
“Yes Master.”
“I am pleased with this look on you.” He said gesturing to her skimpy attire.
“Thank you Master.” Chris replied, then her submission reaching the fullest extent possible, she risked a further comment.
“I hoped it would please you to see me dressed as the slut I am and ready to be used by you, rather than in the frumpy attire I must wear in school each day.” She smiled as she finished her comment.
Gazing at the other three boys, she saw the lust in their eyes and the bulges in the front of their pants. Roger’s next action would complete that lust and the games would be on.
“Lift your arms out to the side.” He commanded.
Chris raised her arms to shoulder level as commanded. The cropped Tee rose with her arms and the pendulous globes of her overripe DD breasts escaped from underneath its covering cloth. If her nipples hadn’t already been turgid from the excitation they would not have prevented the tee from slipping the hemmed edge higher and revealing all of her massive mammaries.
Roger took a small step forward and covered the brief distance between them.
“I am pleased he said as his hand gently caressed the side of her face. His hand continued further down along her neck until it came to the neck hem of the tee and his fingers slipped inside the neck hole. Grasping the shirt firmly, he jerked downward and the little piece of cloth that was the tee, disintegrated and slipped from Chris upper body.
“Oh.” Chris yelped at the unexpected move by the boy. Her exclamation not one of fear or any other emotions, save perhaps lust.
She blushed profusely as her upper body was revealed, no longer obstructed by clothing, to all in the room. Her nipples already hard and standing out, like pencil erasers from her dark aureoles, stiffened further, from the coolness of the room and the lust her semi-nakedness fanned to fever pitch. Her breast flesh still perky with her young years looked like twin melons on her chest her nipples pointing upward at a 45-degree angle.
Her chest rhythmically heaved up and down, in her growing lust, causing the twin peaks to rise and fall. Though momentarily embarrassed, she was lost to her lust and the dominance of her student-Master.
Roger wasn’t through with her unveiling yet, though.
Reaching to the drawstring on the front of the shorts. Her pulled the tail of the bow she had created when she had tied the garment in place.
No longer held in place by the drawstring, Chris shorts immediately dropped to her ankles. Her blush deepened as she stepped out of her shorts and kicked them aside to join the tattered top Roger had discarded on the floor.
Her embarrassment was brief though as she stood naked as the day she was born in front of the leering gazes of her students. Her bald pussy and pendulous breasts exposed as they were, made her feel like the slut she had become and the whore she longed to be.
Looking up at Roger, for the first time totally nude to his gaze, she spoke.
“Is my Master pleased?”
His response gave her the answer and the sense of pride she was looking for.
“Yes whore, service me.”
Without hesitation she dropped to her knees and released Roger’s cock from its restraints. Taking him into her eager mouth she began to deep-throat the turgid beast he carried between his legs. She took him easily to the balls now that she was practiced at sucking him into her mouth and throat. Her practiced expertise was not wasted on the others. Jamal was the first to speak.
“Look at that slut suck cock. She is better than any whore I have ever seen.”