The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. All characters are at least eighteen. This is a fantasy about a relationship between a student and her teacher. In no way does it condone such a relationship in real life. Just read and enjoy. I highly recommend reading Violating Sandie parts 1 and 2 before reading this installment so that you know what is going on (don't worry, they're hot). ☺ - xoxo Daphne123.
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Sandie stormed quickly across the dance floor at the senior prom with a look that could freeze water into ice.
She was angry.
"Ugh! What a jerk," she said to herself as she walked out of the main room into the hallway, her beautiful canary yellow prom dress swishing as she moved. She looked gorgeously sexy in the diamond open back, floor length satin dress. Sandie's curly locks of brunette hair bounced on her bare shoulders, and a matching yellow flower corsage decorated her wrist. She was a vision of beauty and sophistication, everyone's dream girl...except that right now she was furious enough to bend metal with her bare hands.
Sandie walked swiftly down the long hallway, trying to get away from everyone and give herself a chance to calm down. Her dress shoes clicked on the floor with each step, echoing down the empty hall.
Or was it empty?
"Sandie?" A male voice said softly.
"Ohmygod!" Sandie jumped in surprise, turning towards the sound as a figure stepped out from the shadows.
"Fancy seeing you here."
"Mark!" Sandie tried to catch her breath. "What the hell are you doing?" She slapped his arm. "You scared the daylights out of me!"
"Well excuuuuse me," Mark said in a confrontational voice. "You weren't this jumpy when we were dating."
Sandie rolled her eyes. "That was two years ago, Mark, get over it."
"Two and a half for me," came another voice from behind that caused Sandie to whip around suddenly.
"Cameron?" Sandie strained her eyes to see in the low light as another of her former boyfriends stepped into view.
"Yeah, it's me," he replied glancing down at Sandie's heaving breasts. "Didn't mean to startle you."
When Sandie noticed Cameron checking out her rack, she narrowed her eyes at him and crossed her arms to block his view. "What the heck are you two doing wandering around down here?"
"We were going to ask you the same thing?" Mark answered.
"I just had to get away from everyone," Sandie explained. "My boyfriend hasn't been paying any attention to me tonight and then went off somewhere to hang out with his buddies."
"You picked a real winner there," Cameron answered with sarcasm.
Sandie sighed. "Yeah he can be a real pain sometimes."
"So why then does he get to have your pussy?" There was a hint of resentment in his voice.
Sandie's jaw dropped and she rested her hands firmly on her hips. "What the hell kind of question is that?"
Cameron moved closer. "A serious one," he answered. "The whole time we were dating you never once let me fuck you."
Mark spoke up. "She never put out for me either."
"Then along he comes, and just like that, you give him what should have been ours first."
"Are you kidding me?!? I wasn't obligated to 'give' you anything." Sandie was boiling. "Fuck you both!"
Cameron smiled. "That's exactly what we had in mind."
Sandie's eyes widened in disbelief as both of her former boyfriends looked knowingly at each other, saying together in unison: "Sexy Doctor Sandie."
Sandie's eyes fluttered as her two exes simultaneously used her trigger phrase, quadrupling her sex drive and placing her under the control of both of them.
"Mmmmm..." Sandie moaned and laid her head back as a sudden wave of desire washed over her. "Excuse me boys...I'm feeling...a little...hot right now."
"I'll bet you are," Mark commented more to himself than to her.
"Hot enough to fuck us both," Cameron added.
Sandie's eyes darted back and forth between her two ex-boyfriends.
"Mygod how hot would it be if the two of them made me fuck them right now?" Sandie thought to herself, wondering why she was getting so turned on by the idea. Did she want this? Did she want both of her exes to forcefully take her? Surely not.
"I'd...better go." Sandie tried to think clearly through the haze of lust and turned to leave when Cameron grabbed her by the arm.
"You're not going anywhere Sandie," he said as Mark opened the door to a nearby storage room, "not until we've had our way with you."
Sandie's mouth fell open in shock. "Have your way with me?!? I'm not that kind of girl."
"Not yet," Cameron challenged her, "but you want to be."
Sandie couldn't believe what she was hearing. Part of her wanted desperately to leave as fast as she could, but her pussy was aching so badly that she needed a cock...any cock...inside her.
Sandie glared at both her exes. She was so horny right now she could feel her pussy tingling. The two former boyfriends knew they had her, each taking one of Sandie's hands and escorting her inside.
"So tell us how you feel right now at this moment, Sandie?" Mark said closing the door again, locking the three of them inside.
Sandie hesitated, not sure if she wanted tell them, that is until another wave of intense lust washed over her entire body.
"Ohhhhhgod..." Sandie put her back against the wall and stretched her arms out wide along the surface. "I'm sooooo turned on right now. I need someone to fuck me." She wondered what was the matter with her, and why she was admitting this. Did she actually want to get raped by both her ex-boyfriends?
Sandie's exes stared at each other in amazement.
"Wow," Mark whispered to Cameron, "her psychology teacher wasn't kidding."
"The phrase triggered her subconscious mind conditioning. It's a secret fantasy of hers to be used as a sexual toy by men," Cameron whispered back.
