That night, after Dana fell asleep against me, I opened my laptop and started making plans, thinking through what I wanted to do with The Academy.
I had made a promise to Mrs. Holden about her daughter Lyndsey that I certainly wanted to keep - the idea of violating the innocent Lyndsey while her mother watched and then joined in...it was too dirty and sinful to resist. The fact Lyndsey a lesbian was only as much of a problem as I let it be.
There was Olivia and Sophia Wernen, the sisters who, in my opinion, were entirely too conservative for The Academy. Olivia was a student, and Sophia was one of the instructors.
And finally, there was the stunner in the crowd. I would have to find out who she was, at some point.
I decided to start with Olivia and Sophia. On opening day, they seemed the only two who hadn't gotten the message that they needed to show some skin, and they had shown up with hoodies, baggy pants, and zero interest in me.
Opening the Master PC program, I brought up their profiles to take a look. Olivia was the younger sister. Green eyes, 24, brown hair to her shoulders, five foot three. Sophia was starting her first days as a professor - green eyes, 29, brown hair in a pixie cut, five foot five.
Another setting caught my eye - they both felt quite protective toward each other. They'd each take a bullet for the other without a thought.
That's my ticket in, I thought.
They were both aware of and sensitive about their good looks, and tried to dress them down. My first thought was to make them immediately start dressing like whores, but I decided against it - it would be more fun to let them choose to start dressing that way themselves.
I navigated to Olivia's profile and set a timed command - it would last a while, then delete itself and return her to normal. "You'll spend the morning classes distracted, unable to stop thinking about how attractive your principal is. You will fantasize about fucking him," the command read. "You keep getting hornier and hornier, until you go to his office on your lunch break and beg him to use you. There is nothing too degrading to do if it gets you his cock." After she left my office, she would forget all about it.
Then I went to her older sister Sophia's profile. Input: Your sister has been acting a little oddly recently, and you are worried something is off with her. You want to save her from whatever is afflicting her more than anything, but you know you can't talk about it with Olivia because it might drive her away.
Dana nuzzled against me, her bare leg draped over mine. I gently stroked her blonde hair, looking down at her beautiful face. She had set this whole thing up for me as a gift.
"You deserve some fun, too," I thought.
With a grin, I opened Lyndsey's profile and began to type.
* * * * *
In the morning, I took my usual place by the doors of The Academy to welcome in the students. The parade of flesh on display was as arousing as ever. The run of the mill here would have attracted attention anywhere else they went. Women who could have been supermodels were climbing out of the backs of their daddy's limos and heading into my school, short skirts swishing with every step, their bodies all mine for the taking.
I gave a few friendly waves and salutes with my coffee cup as the parents dropped their daughters off. Mrs. Holden caught my eye as she said goodbye to her daughter Lyndsey. Mrs. Holden looked like she was headed for a workout - her tight yoga pants hugged her legs and ass, showing off every curve, and she had a form-fitting pullover on top that was unzipped just enough to give a hint of her magnificent breasts.
She caught me ogling her as Lyndsey turned away and started up the steps towards me. Mrs. Holden smiled and blushed briefly at the attention, then turned and went to reach for something in the car. She bent at the waist, stretching her yoga pants even tighter across her toned ass cheeks. After a moment she pulled herself out, her phone in her hand, and began approaching me.
"Good morning!" she said cheerfully. "I was thinking about our earlier discussion - about Lyndsey's tuition?"
I smiled, remembering the "conversation" well - my wife had sent Mrs. Holden my way to demonstrate the possibilities of The Academy. Mrs. Holden had sucked me off in a back office to get her daughter admitted.
"I remember well. It was quite enjoyable, as I recall," I said aloud.
Mrs Holden smiled and her face flushed again. Her brown eyes sparkled.
"I seem to remember some mention of more conversations to come?" She was still speaking in thinly veiled code as the students filed past us. "So I wanted to make sure you had my cell number, in case you ever need to contact me on short notice."
She held out her phone for me, smiling. I smirked back - there was no doubt what she was really offering. I typed her phone number into my contacts, then began typing out a quick text to her: "I haven't forgotten about my plans for Lyndsey, don't worry."
I took a moment to enjoy the scenery as she read it and began to respond. A beautiful blonde pranced past in a cheerleading uniform, her large breasts swaying with every step. She winked at me as she passed, her lips parted just enough for me to see her wet tongue. I winked back.
My phone buzzed in my hand, and I looked back at Mrs. Holden. "Can you remind me what those were?" read the message, but from the look on her face, I could see she hadn't forgotten. She was still getting turned on by the idea and wanted me to say it again.
"Good morning, Jennifer!" I called out as my secretary ("sexcretary," as she called it) approached. Her bright red hair was done up in a ponytail, and her shirt was only half buttoned up.
She was one of the last students in, and in a moment the three of us were standing alone on the steps.
"Good morning, sir," Jennifer greeted. "Did you need something? Anything?"
"I need you to take some dictation, Jennifer," I said. She glanced at Mrs. Holden but started dropping to her knees nonetheless. "On your phone, Jennifer. Take a memo. I want you to send this to Mrs. Holden here, several times at random throughout the week, every week."
Jennifer looked embarrassed for a moment, then got her phone ready to type as I looked Mrs. Holden in the eyes.
"I am going to turn your precious little daughter into my cumslut, and I don't particularly care how she feels about it. When you drop her off every morning, saying goodbye to your little girl, you should know that *maybe* I will be forcing my hard cock into her throat before you've parked back home. When she gets home and kisses you, remember it's possible those lips were begging me to stop fucking her, not long ago. You're a terrible mother for sending her to me."
Jennifer's eyes were wide, but she dutifully kept typing, trying to keep up with me. Mrs. Holden moaned and grasped the railing with both hands, staring at me. If she hadn't just cum, she was on the verge of it - I kept going.
"The only thing your daughter is learning here is how to please my cock. When I'm done with her, the only thing she'll want in the world is my cum. I'm going to take your gold star lesbian daughter and make her my whore. You, her mother, betray her every time you send Lyndsey in to me. You're a traitor to your gender - you might as well be setting Lyndsey up to be raped. And, in time, I'm going to give you what you wanted - you can watch while I fuck your little girl Lyndsey's throat, making her gag and choke on my hard, throbbing cock, and you can get behind her and start lubing up her asshole for me."
"Oh my god, oh fuck," Mrs. Holden cried as her legs gave out under her. She leaned against the railing and sat down heavily, one leg twitching while she came under my verbal onslaught.
I wrapped my arm around Jennifer's waist and walked into the school, leaving Mrs. Holden in her juices and her shame.
