Naughty Mommy's Porn Desire
The assembly was over and classes had resumed. I moved through the empty halls, late thanks to having fun with my girlfriend, my teacher's pet, and my sex slave. Ms. Teller, my redheaded girlfriend and fellow math teacher, would be in her class already while Cassandra, my Latina sex slave maid, was off to attend her lessons.
But my pet was with me. Darcy, the eighteen-year-old blonde cutie who had given me the belt yesterday, followed me naked through the halls. I had the belt around her neck as a makeshift leash, my left hand holding the leather. Her bare feet slapped on the floor.
She was a wonderful pet. Obedient and happy, playful and nubile. I had popped her cherry and pumped her pussy full of cum. If I hadn't bred her today, she would be soon. She was such a delicious girl. She definitely deserved this reward for giving me the belt.
Well, it was really my reward, but thanks to the power of the belt, she believed it was hers, too.
She couldn't tell me where it had come from. It was like it had dropped out of some other reality with the sole purpose of altering this one. Shifting the fundamental laws of nature or maybe by picking it up I had shifted into a reality where I could get away with my deviant desires.
They had utterly corrupted me. And it had happened so fast. Once I had a taste for it, how could I let my true feelings out? All those desires bottled up were now galloping through me. No longer did I have to pretend that human nature wasn't a thing.
I could admit the truth: that women were the caretakers and nurturers. That they needed to be loved, protected, and stay at home to have their husbands' babies and raise happy families. Something had broken in that order of things. Something vital.
But I would restore it.
Of course, exceptional girls would still be allowed to pursue their academic achievements, and those who just were not fit for being wives and mothers would have to find new roles: sex slaves.
But there had always been more females than males by that slight margin.
I reached my classroom. It was third period, the class that had the problematic Veronica Smythe. She was certainly not worthy of being a wife and mother. An Instagram slut who would be needed in the adult film industry. Her and her mother both.
What I hadn't expected was to find Mrs. Smythe sitting in the desk beside her daughter. The MILF was wearing a plummeting dress of plum. A sheath dress that hugged her large breasts and quivered in delight when she saw me.
"Uh, Mrs. Smythe?" I asked, leading my teacher's pet across the classroom to my desk. "What are you doing here today?"
"I'm here to watch over my little porn star," she said, putting a hand familiarly on her daughter's thigh. Veronica was definitely wearing the new dress code in a jean skirt so short that it would be hard-pressed to cover anything when she bent over. "And I was hoping to film a scene with you and her during the lunch break. Some mother/daughter/teacher porn."
My dick, exposed to all to see, throbbed in delight at the prospect. "Yes, I can do that. Sounds perfect."
"Porn?" whispered my teacher's pet. I glanced at Darcy. Her cheeks were so red.
"Never watched it?" I whispered back.
She shook her head. "Mom says it's nasty stuff and full of men objectifying women."
"That it is," I said. "That's what makes it wonderful." I rubbed her head. "But you don't have to watch it if you don't want to. You won't need it. I'll keep your cute, little body satiated."
She beamed at me, such love in her crystal-blue eyes. She was a delight.
I glanced at the students. "Well, I believe you all were at the assembly and heard the new rules."
"Yes, Mr. Miller," chorused back at me, the girls all staring with such attention at me. The guys were clearly trying to keep their eyes on my face.
"Okay," I said. "Melissa." A brunette with a round face and what I hoped were perky tits beneath her baggy top, perked up. "You are the only girl in class with grades good enough to keep working at math. 3.9 is impressive, but I want you to get a 4.0. I have high hopes that you'll do wonders in the academic field."
"Thank you, Mr. Miller," she said, a huge smile on her cheeks. Her dimples shone.
"The rest of you girls--and I'm not including Veronica in that since she's on a special career path--are all perfect wife material. That's wonderful. None of you are in danger of being sex slaves. So, find your boyfriends. Right now. Grab the fella in here that you want to spend the rest of your life with. One of them is the guy for you. And he's the only you'll love and support the way a good wife should."
My words spilled over the girls. They all gasped and started getting up and moving around the room. It was almost like a bizarre form of musical chairs. They were all scrambling to get the ones they wanted. Some had to settle, but that was life. As they sat down by their lucky guy, one girl looked around, bewildered.
Poor Chrissy just hadn't been fast enough. She trembled, looking like she was about to cry. "M-Mr. Miller, does that m-mean I'm a s-sex slave?"
"Of course not," I said. I spotted Eric. He had the highest grades in the class. The nerd had cute Brenda sitting beside him. "Eric will be your future husband, too. You and Brenda are going to share him. You won't be jealous but love each other as much as him."
Such relief shone on her face as she headed over to sit with them. A bit of rearranging had to happen to get them to have their desks side by side, Eric in the middle, his two new girlfriends on either side of him. He beamed, looking like he was so lucky.
"And remember guys, you love your wives-to-be," I added. "It's your job to do amazing in school and get good jobs to care for them and your children. Use your wives for support, and make sure they get lots of orgasms. Don't be selfish. And, of course, experiment. Don't be afraid to do kinky things with each other."
The guys all nodded. Damien, on the football team, put his arm around Rosa protectively. She had a huge grin on her face. He was one of the most handsome guys on campus with those Nordic features and broad shoulders. But all the girls were happy to have their futures settled.
"Girls, help your boyfriends study. Give them incentives to do good. You can still learn the material to help them ace it." I smiled. "But you don't have to take tests any longer. Except our brilliant Melissa, of course."
She beamed at me, so happy to be singled out.
"Now, Melissa," I said, "you deserve a reward for being the best. Come up here. I'm going to fuck you so hard. Just pound you and make you squeal, then we'll get to work on the problems and have a small pop quiz."
The boys groaned while their girls giggled and whispered encouragements.
Melissa stood and headed to me in her jeans and a baggy sweater. She blushed as she reached me and said, "I'll make sure I fit the dress code tomorrow, Mr. Miller."
"I know you will," I said and cupped her face. I kissed her on the lips.
The nineteen-year-old girl had such a delicious mouth. The college coeds melted to me. I thrust my tongue into her mouth and swirled it around. She whimpered, kissing me with such hunger. I loved how she tasted. The flavor of her. She was a treat to kiss.
My hands slid down her baggy sweater to her jeans. I squeezed her rump through her pants. I loved the feel of her ass through the denim. I squeezed her while she whimpered against me. Veronica Smythe and her mother watched on. I felt them eager for their fun to begin.
