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 story of two high school girls who become sexual rivals for the same guy. I highly recommend reading part 1 before reading this chapter.
The series deals with several concepts that some people may find uncomfortable such as: forced pleasure, control over another person, sexual power play, and public embarrassment. There is no physical abuse or violence involved, but if you are uncomfortable with the premise of sexual torture in a fantasy then please consider reading another series instead of this one. Also remember that in real life, non-consensual sexual torture is wrong. This story is FICTION and does not condone the actions of the characters in real life situations. Again, this is a FANTASY so just have fun reading. -- xoxo Daphne
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Wendi looked at her reflection through the full length mirror in her bedroom, turning from side to side, checking the fit of the really cute black and white dress she had chosen to wear today. Normally, the sexy blonde was a denim and t-shirt kind of girl, but today she needed to look particularly hot.
Wendi was a straight A student, but she had really blown her calculus test a few days before and needed to do what she called "some damage control". It was a big test too, one that could really damage her grade point average, her class rank, her scholarship prospects, everything.
The blonde bombshell had been kicking herself mentally for screwing this up, because she knew it was her own fault. She had been making out with her boyfriend, Roger, all evening the night before and didn't study like she should have.
So now, to save her grade, Wendi had to convince her calculus teacher to let her retake the exam.
Luckily, Wendi knew exactly how she was going to do that.
Mr. Anderson had only been teaching calculus at Sunny Park High School for three years, and was still in his mid-20s. All the senior girls wanted to be in his class because he was so handsome with his gorgeous dark hair, deep brown eyes, and a smile that made the teenagers melt.
Although, Mr. Anderson loved the attention from all the cute senior girls, he never fantasized about doing anything inappropriate with any of them.
That is...except for Wendi.
Wendi had often caught Mr. Anderson discretely checking her out during class. She was, after all, a confident, intelligent, blonde bombshell with piercing blue eyes, toned legs, and massive double-D breasts. Most of the time, when Wendi noticed her teacher daydreaming about her, she just smiled to herself and ignored it. Every now and then, though, Wendi loved to play with his mind a little. During long exams, she would intentionally arch her back when stretching to show off her massive tits. When wearing a denim mini-skirt, she would "innocently" spread her legs enough to give Mr. Anderson a perfect view of the panties she was wearing that day.
For Wendi, it was just a fun little thrill of a power trip. For Mr. Anderson, it was fueling his growing obsession to fuck her.
Wendi had selected her outfit well, a short-sleeve, one-piece dress that zipped up the back, with six-inch wide vertical stripes alternating black and white. The skirt came down to just above her knees, not too short for school, but definitely short enough to be sexy, especially when she added a pair of two-inch black heels.
Looking over her shoulder at herself in the mirror, Wendi checked her long blonde hair. She had rolled her golden locks that morning to make it look particularly luxurious and silky. She knew that once Mr. Anderson got a look at her, all she would have to do is flirt with him a little and she could convince him to let her retake the test.
"Perfect," Wendi said, giving herself a cute wink in the mirror before grabbing her books and heading for her car.
Although her calculus class was at the end of the day, Wendi wanted to see Mr. Anderson as soon as she got to school so she could make sure they would be alone. While driving, Wendi rehearsed in her mind how she was going to flirt with her teacher without being too obvious. She just wanted to create a little sexual tension, then she'd have him eating out of her hand.
As she thought about it, though, her pussy began to tingle.
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(knock knock knock)
"Mr. Anderson?" Wendi opened the classroom door and peeked her head in. "Do you have a minute?"
"Oh, hi, Wendi," the teacher looked up from his desk, "come on in."
"Thanks!" Wendi flashed her megawatt smile and bounced into the room, her high heels clicking on the tile as she closed the door behind her.
When Mr. Anderson saw Wendi's adorably cute dress, sexy black heels, and gorgeously styled blonde hair, he stood from his desk, trying to keep his jaw from hitting the floor.
Wendi looked her teacher over as well. He had his usual professional clothes of slacks, a button down dress shirt with the long sleeves rolled up a little, and a thin necktie.
"What can I do for you?" He asked, now wondering if standing was such a good idea considering how hard his cock was getting.
Wendi placed her books on a student desk and walked slowly towards her teacher, swaying her hips just a little bit more than she normally would.
"Mr. Anderson," Wendi said confidently, "we need to talk."
"About?" he asked, hiding the bulge in his trousers by leaning up against his desk drawer.
Reaching the back of the room where Mr. Anderson was standing, Wendi perched on the corner of the teacher's desk and crossed her gorgeous toned legs, her two-inch high heels dangling adorably several inches above the floor.
"Mr. Anderson, I really, really, blew my exam the other day," Wendi said as if she were revealing a secret.
Mr. Anderson raised his eyebrows. "I know, I was grading them yesterday and it was pretty bad. What happened?"
Wendi lowered her eyes, a little ashamed to admit it. "I was with my boyfriend and didn't study like I should have."
The teacher looked at his star student with disapproval. "That's not like you, Wendi."
The blonde's beautiful blue eyes began to water. She realized she didn't have it in her to try and manipulate the teacher she really liked, and decided to go for honesty.
"Please, Mr. Anderson!" Wendi tried unsuccessfully to hold back the tears. "Please let me retake the exam! I'm a good student! I'm just a horny 18-year old girl that made a bad decision."
Mr. Anderson couldn't help but notice Wendi's massive Double-D breasts rising and falling beautifully with her sobbing.
"Mygod, those tits are unbelievable," he caught himself thinking, "and those toned legs, that long silky hair, those pouty lips, those blue eyes...mygod, I want to fuck the living daylights out of her."
"Hey, hey, shhhhh," Mr. Anderson snapped out of his fantasy and placed his hand gently under Wendi's chin, lifting her watery eyes to gaze into his, "it's okay."
"It is?" Wendi pouted.
"Maybe we can work something out," Mr. Anderson answered, caressing a tear from her soft cheek.
Wendi took in a deep breath as her teacher's hand gently touched her face, her eyes looking up at him like a lost puppy. She was so emotionally vulnerable at that moment, and Mr. Anderson knew he had his star student's academic future in his hands.
"Why don't you stay behind after school today," Mr. Anderson smiled sweetly, "I'll give you another evaluation."
Immediately, Wendi flashed her megawatt smile and threw her arms around her teacher.
"Ohhh thank you!!! Thank you!!! Thank you so much!!! Oh, I love you, Mr Anderson!!!"
The young teacher held his student tight, her massive breasts pressing into his chest, her golden hair caressing his face, her lovely scent making him breathe deeply.
As Wendi pulled away, she kissed her teacher on the cheek. "You're the BEST, Mr. Anderson!"
"I know," he shrugged, "I'll see you this afternoon."
Gallantly taking Wendi's hand, he helped her hop off the desk, her high heels landing on the tile floor. The blonde smiled widely as she hurried over to grab her books and open the door.
"See ya later, Mr. A." Wendi smiled over her shoulder as she headed to her first class.
As the door closed behind her, the young teacher went back to sit at his desk.
Moments later, the door to the supply room opened...
...and out stepped another hot blonde in her usual tight jeans and white t-shirt.
"Well, wasn't that just adorable," Chasidy commented, rolling her eyes, "for a moment, I thought you two were going to fuck each other right there on the desk."
The teacher ignored her comment.
"You were right about her being desperate to fix her grade."
"Of course I was," she said confidently, walking over to his desk, her firm breasts leading the way.
"I don't know about this, Chasidy," the young teacher turned in his rolling chair to face her, "Wendi has always been a good girl that does what she's told. I can't see her doing anythβ..."
"Hey," Chasidy said sternly, placing her hands on the arms of his chair and leaning over to get in his face, "do you want her to fuck you or not?"
"Well yeah, but..."
"Then just do what I told you," Chasidy gave the teacher her most devious look, "trust me."
Mr. Anderson laughed.
"Trust you? I know better."
Chasidy smiled, her eyes locked on his as she slowly got down on her knees and began undoing the young teacher's trousers.
"All girls have an inner slut, including Wendi," Chasidy explained as she tugged Mr. Anderson's boxers down, "and together, we're going to bring hers out."
Before he could ask another question, Chasidy took hold of the teacher's very hard cock.
"Oh..." he gasped softly as the devious blonde's hand wrapped tightly around his member.
"It's very simple," Chasidy explained as she gave the teacher's shaft a few pumps with her firm grip, "you want to fuck Wendi, I want to steal her boyfriend."
Mr. Anderson laid his head back in his chair as Chasidy enveloped his entire cock in her warm moist mouth.
"Oh fuck," he gasped surrendering to the pleasure, "you're such a bitch, Chasidy."
"Mmm hmm," Chasidy nodded in agreement as she aggressively bobbed her head on the teacher's shaft, her dark hypnotic eyes staring up at him.
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Roger opened his locker in the senior hall, getting his books changed for his afternoon classes. He usually met up with his girlfriend, Wendi, during this time because their lunch periods overlapped.
Today, however, Roger was almost hoping that he didn't run into her.