Please Note: This is a very unrealistic and immature fantasy which takes place in a world similar to ours but with some more advanced technology and completely different morals. For all purposes and intents, all characters are at least 18 years of age, even if they are described by older characters as being children. Sex is this world is very violent and almost superhuman.
Last Time: Dominique Sinclair, a sexy high school teacher, went to the home of a delinquent student to deliver his tardy homework. That student, Bobby Scagliotti, just happens to be the biggest, meanest stud to ever walk the halls of Wet Valley High School. They argue, they fight, they fuck, and by the next morning Bobby has a new bitch. Now, he is going to use her to manipulate the lives of three members of the school board: The chairman of the PTA, Veronica Lovegood, the mayor, Nathanial Burgundy, and the cheerleading coach, Jovanna Flores. Once they are defeated, Bobby plans to destroy Principal Tatiana Cox, the most dominant woman in Wet Valley, and put Dominique in her place.
CHAPTER 1
"So this is her house?" I asked, although I already knew it was. Veronica Lovegood lived in a big house on the nice side of town, the side of town where all the Republican votes came from. Her husband was some sort of hedge fund manager, they kind that made millions just from switching numbers around or some bullshit like that. I met him once or twice at PTA meetings. He wasn't very attractive, but with wealth like his I'd be sucking his dick right now if it got me a house like Veronica's.
"That's it . . . ugh, so good," Bobby said from my car's backseat. I looked back to see that my daughter's head was bouncing up and down in his lap like a basketball, nosily sucking at his giant eleven inch cock. Stupid little bitch. I knew I should have left her at home, but Bobby wanted to bring her along. Lily was going to be part of our ultimate plan to take over Wet Valley High School, and she had been fucking Bobby longer than I had, but it still pissed me off to see her on my master's dick.
I would just have to give Bobby one of my best ballbusting blowjobs later, to remind him that I was his bottom bitch, not my amateur daughter.
I had to admit, she did look cute though. She had her school uniform on, a surprisingly provocative little thing with a very short pleated skirt and a tight peach sweater that hugged her budding breasts invitingly. With her black hair done up in pigtails and her Asian features she was the very image of some pervert's fantasy. Bobby was hiking up her little skirt to get at her panties, which were probably soaked through. She started moaning in lustful pain on his cock as he began petting her cunt.
"How long do you think this'll take," he asked.
"PTA meetings like this are usually about an hour. That's an awfully long while for you two to be waiting in the car."
"Don't worry about us," Bobby smirked as he inserted one of his strong fingers into my daughter's sopping wet cunt, "I'm sure we'll be entertained. Just make sure you can figure out some way to get Veronica isolated with me. Invite her over to your house for dinner, or learn what she does on weekends. Rich bitches like her usually fill their time with stuff I can't get to, which makes it hard for me to seduce them, not that I have any actual trouble once the bitch is in my grip."
I smirked back, knowing he was right. Bobby could make sandpaper wet, or get a blowjob from a nun. He was quite simply the sexiest beast I had ever met, and I had spent most of my life dating at least two level 10 studs at the same time. Only a pussy-killer like Bobby could have raped me like he did, and now have me as his loyal cohort setting up a professional acquaintance of mine to be raped as well, all the while my daughter is sucking on his cock. Only Bobby.
"Try not to get any sex-stains on the leather," I said getting out of the car. No one would see them hopefully. My car's windows were tinted so black they were practically mirrors. I admired myself in them, pleased by the way my tight sexy suit looked painted on my long, athletic body. My tits are like two giant sex-bombs on a slender stick of dynamite, and my ass is an explosion of sexual suggestion. My long black hair trailed to my lower back and tickled the top of my perfect butt. My daughter Lily has nothing on me. I am sure that Bobby likes me more.
As I strutted down the long driveway to Lovegood's palace I imagined myself on a catwalk. The other teachers and parents could not help but look at me, some with looks of lust, others with sneers of jealousy. I looked back at a few, trying to remember all of their names, but it was hard because there were just so many of them. One father I remembered giving a blowjob to, and his wife did not seem pleased to see me. One of the mothers there had eaten my pussy at last year's homecoming dance. She gave me a smile, but I did not return it. She had not eaten my pussy nearly as well as her daughter had, but she didn't need to know that.
Coming into Lovegood's house I was almost stricken dead with envy. The place looked like something built by French royalty. All of the parents and teachers were gathering on the back patio, sitting in expensive designer furniture and enjoying the hot weather. I saw Lovegood there, walking by the pool and greeting all her guests. She was dressed conservatively in a long skirt and a pink blouse, but nothing could hide the generous motherly curves that attracted hungry looks from all the men. She had a big pair of tits that begged to be fondled, and a wide ass beneath a narrow waist. Her blonde hair was cut short, just around the ears, revealing two perfect diamond earrings. She was also wearing a pearl necklace, and I imagined what she'd look like with Bobby's pearl necklace, once he had ejaculated all over her fucked body.
I wanted to watch this bitch get raped.
"Dominique? Is that you?" Veronica Lovegood asked as she came over to meet me.
[You know it's me, you stupid cunt]. "Veronica! How nice to see you. It's been too long." [Not long enough, you fat bitch].
"Have you met my kids, Eric and Erica?" she asked, directing me to two attractive twins nearby. They got up and came over, a boy and a girl.
"No, I didn't realize you had kids." That was not good. Bobby's whole plan was to get Lovegood pregnant so we could blackmail her, and use her against Principal Cox. But if Lovegood wasn't horny for another baby (as was the rumor) she might not let Bobby knock her up. Her kids were pretty good looking too. The two were both blonde, like their mother, and even at 18 they were still pretty short. Eric, the boy, was shuffling his feet nervously as he stole glances at my tits, unable to look at my face. I immediately recognized him as a shy virgin, the kind that I could break like a toothpick. Erica, the girl, was the exact opposite. She was bubbling over with energy and friendliness, her giant blue eyes looking directly into my cold ones. She was dressed for tennis, and between her perky little tits and long legs I found myself wanting to see her raped as well.
The PTA meeting that followed was the most boring hour and a half of my life. It was all talk about budgets and new textbooks and all the same shit our shitty-ass school had to worry about every year. The reason I hadn't recognized Eric and Erica was because they went to a fancy private school up sate, which made me wonder how Lovegood got to be the chairwoman of our school's PTA. The position had probably been bought for her by her husband. He had given some sizable donations to the school, and he must have wanted another pet project for his sexy housewife.
I was a little interested when concerns were raised about how sexual Wet Valley High was. Our school had a nasty reputation for being a place where orgies, gangbangs, blowjob contests, and prostitution occurred on a daily bases amongst the senior class, which was all true. It was one of the few things I liked about our school, but I pretended to be as disgusted as some of the parents were, even though I had fucked a good number of their kids. One couple complained that their daughter had been coming home without her panties, and I almost laughed when I remembered that I had been the one taking them. She sat in the front row and never crossed her legs, so I took her panties as punishment at first, but now I just give her a good kick right in the cunt. Stupid slut walks funny now.
As the meeting came to an end and everyone left I made sure to stick around, hoping to talk one-on-one with Lovegood and learn something about her schedule, anything to help Bobby corner her someplace. Luckily Lovegood seemed happy that I was sticking around, and she brought out a bottle of champagne for us to share. As we drank we talked about the school, and Lovegood admitted that she felt a little overwhelmed, especially since she had no real connection to Wet Valley High.
I brought up the fact that her kids went to another school and she told me it was a boarding school that kept them for most of the year.
"Have you ever thought about having another one?" I asked, hoping the answer was yes. If she didn't want another baby Bobby and I were going to need to find another way of blackmailing her.
"Of course," she almost cried. "I want nothing more than to be a mother again. My kids spend so much time at school that every time I see them it's like they're different people. I've thought about adopting, and I know it's selfish, but I really enjoyed being pregnant. It's just that . . ."
"Are you having problems conceiving?"
Now she began to cry. Tears rolled down her face and her tits heaved with every sob. It was actually kind of sexy, but I'm a freak that way. Watching other people cry turns my on for some reason. She leaned her head against my shoulder and hugged me. My first instinct was to push her away because I didn't want her makeup getting on my expensive suit, but I tolerated it. This was my chance to get in good with her. Stupid, emotional whore.
"My husband has been so busy with his work that he doesn't have time for me anymore," she sobbed. "And no matter how hard we try I still haven't been able to get pregnant. I've been taking all kinds of fertility drugs but the doctors think it's Greg, that his sperm count is too low."
Figures, a hot bitch like this must be fertile as fuck. Her husband must be a total loser in the sack. "Oh, sweetie, have you thought about a sperm donor maybe?"
She sniffled. "No, Greg would be humiliated."
"Well," I said, wiping her tears away with a tissue. "Sometimes husbands need to be a little humiliated to equalize a marriage, especially if it means we can get something we want. My husband would never be able to stop me from getting a sperm donor." He couldn't stop me from getting filled up with Bobby's sperm last night, for example.
Just then I noticed that her pink blouse was wet, right around the nipples. "Holy shit," I exclaimed. "Are you lactating?"
