Chapter 3: No School
Alan awoke on Monday morning with a lot on his mind. This particular Monday held no promise to be any different from any other. He would go to the ludicrous factory that called itself a school to prepare all of the human auto parts for assembly as he always did. That wasn't worrying him as much as usual. It was mundane compared to the other things occupying his thoughts.
Alan's primary concern was the events of the weekend. It had started with the job offer from the Aphrodite School. He felt pretty good about that.
What concerned him was his afternoon with Katy. That had been downright strange. She had arrived at more or less her regular time for their more or less regular afternoon of sex. That was the last regular thing about it.
He and Katy had never had any particular ties or designs on each other. The sex was largely used as stress relief from their highly stressful jobs at the school. It was a way for them both to steam-valve their mutual frustration with the process. They had been "friends with benefits" for about two years. The kids would have called them "fuck buddies", a term which, until Saturday afternoon, Katy would have found appalling.
That was part of what had been so strange. She had charged into his apartment, evidently hornier that any woman he had ever seen, and begged him to fuck her every which way but loose. She had actually used the word "fuck". That was only the beginning of the obscenities that poured out of her mouth that day.
Her exact words at the start were, "I want you to fuck me until I'm bowlegged, blind, and brainless! I want you to fuck my mouth, my tits, and my ass! I want you to fill my pussy so full of cum that I'll walk out of here looking bloated."
At first he had thought that is was a sort of extreme example of one of her sexual role playing games. As the day and their fucking continued it became pretty clear that she wasn't playing any kind of a role. She meant it and was getting off on every word.
The part that genuinely worried him was the shift in the power dynamic. Normally they had sex based on a sharing ethic within mutually agreed upon guidelines. The only guidelines on Saturday had been whatever Alan wanted to do. She was absolutely obedient to his every whim. If he told her to suck his cock she devoured his schlong like she was a condemned prisoner on her last meal. If he wanted to fuck her in the ass she would waggle that gorgeous backside in the air, spread her cheeks and beg for it. If he demanded a tit-fuck she would wrap her huge funbags around his dong and plead for him to, "cum on my slutty, little face and big, nympho jugs".
He had no idea why Katy had acted like that, but he knew why he had responded to it so readily. He knew that he was different from most people. He had always been able, at some level or another, to intuit other people's feelings. He wasn't an Empath exactly. He'd read about that ability. He had never actually met anyone who had it, but he knew that such people existed. The power of an Empath wasn't quite what was going on with him, though. Unless he knew someone particularly well or the feelings were particularly strong he couldn't actually feel what another person felt. He could only sense it on a slightly less impactful level. He had long found the ability useful. It's part of what made him a good teacher. He could sense some of his students' anxieties, which gave him the knowledge he needed to gauge his own actions in order to help the kids to overcome the fears and succeed.
He hadn't been perfect by any means. He had used the ability, on occasion, to help him get laid. That was, in fact, how he had landed Katy in the first place. She was just too beautiful to resist.
He also had no ability to project any kind of emotion into anyone. He was grateful for that. Given the way he was already abusing what he had, he wasn't sure that he could be strong enough to handle the responsibility of the extra power.
However, Alan had come to the realization that some variation on the latter phenomenon was what had happened with Katy on Saturday. Her emotions were strong enough and he had known her long enough that her feelings had taken over. The only question that he hadn't been able to satisfactorily answer was whether or not he had been possessed by them or taken control of them. Either way it scared him because he couldn't deny the incredible rush that having that kind of control had given him. He also couldn't deny that he wouldn't mind feeling it again.
He was making coffee as he mulled all of this over. He glanced at the clock and realized that he had better hurry. It was getting late. He walked into the living room to turn on the TV. He wanted to get the weather and traffic reports from the morning news. When he switched it on what he saw almost made him drop the coffee pot.
There was his boss, Arnold Nittling, being led away in handcuffs by police.
"What the fuck?" he exclaimed.
He quickly turned up the sound.
"...arrested yesterday on charges of embezzling and four counts of fraud. Police officials say that more charges may be added at a later time pending future investigation," said the voice-over, "Officials from EduCorp America, the company which owns the charter school, have announced the indefinite closing of the campus to help police to complete their inquiries."
The report suddenly switched to show a balding, heavy set, middle aged man standing in front of a bank of microphones. The graphic identified him as the CEO of EduCorp America.
"We will, of course do everything in our power to aid the authorities in their investigation. Mr. Nittling's actions represent not only a criminal act, but a severe breach of trust. We at Educorp America, along with the faculty and staff of the school feel that we have been violated."
"Cute!" Alan yelled sarcastically at the screen, "and the student didn't? What about the kids, you smug bastard?"
"We will give everyone full advance notice," the CEO continued, "when and if the school will reopen."
"If?" Alan shouted incredulously, "You son of a bitch! Shit!"
He suddenly realized that he didn't have much choice but to accept that job offer.
Wilton Hargrane was already in his office. He was watching the morning news on a flat screen monitor which was mounted to the office wall opposite his desk.
"...when and if the school will reopen," droned from the speakers.
Wilton smiled.
"If," he thought, "That's a nice touch. It should keep everyone off balance for a while."
He put his hand on the back of Helena's head and stroked her soft, brown hair as she sucked him. He sighed as he slumped back in his office chair to bask in the delightful sensations created by her soft, wet, talented mouth. Helena was a graduate of the Aphrodite School and had learned her lessons well. Her pillow-like lips glided up and down Wilton's pole in a steady, caressing rhythm. Wilton moaned as his secretary tickled his bloated, cum-filled balls with her fingertips.
Wilton reflexively began bucking his hips. He had both hands on her bobbing head, no longer caressing her hair, but forcing her face farther down on his cock. The big titted fellatrix moaned at the increased pressure.
Abandoning his balls, Helena started to clutch one of her giant boobs with one hand while fingering her dripping pussy with the other. Despite getting hotter by the minute her tongue never stopped moving. She never slowed down her effort to bring Wilton maximum pleasure. It wasn't just her job. It was her purpose. It was the reason she existed. She loved the feel and taste of him. She loved the pressure on the back of her head. She loved the hot pole's invasion into her throat. Although she was dangerously close to climax, she knew the rules. She mustered every ounce of her self-control to ensure that she didn't cum until he did.
Wilton clutched her head tightly as he impaled her face with his raging harpoon. The pressure in his balls was rapidly building to critical mass. He needed to cum soon. He needed to fill her mouth with his boiling jizz.
Suddenly his body stiffened as his nuts erupted. He groaned savagely as he shot rope after rope of his juice down the hot woman's throat. As Helena writhed through her own orgasm she managed to pull her mouth back so that just the head of the masterful cock was in her mouth. She wanted to taste his power fuel. She wanted to savor it. She wanted the swirl that hot liquid around in her mouth. But, she couldn't keep up with his discharge. It dribbled out the sides of her lips and down onto her generous cleavage. She whimpered with joy as it overwhelmed her.
When Wilton had finally emptied himself he slumped down into his chair with a satisfied sigh.
Releasing his grip on her head he said, "That was very good, Helena. You may return to your work."
Helena sat up, swished the love juice around in her mouth a few more times, then swallowed and said, "Thank you, sir."
