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Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 7 Chapter 273/ 23: Amazing Form
🕑 Added 2024-07-02 08:11:51 +0000 UTCLeaving the locker room shenanigans behind me and my cock no longer hard as a rock, I walked up to the gym office and knocked on the door. Not a moment later, the door opened up, and Mr. Trimmers smiled.
"Angela, I am glad you are here, not even a minute behind the bell. There are some things that you want that I will provide." He said, moving to the desk, and he handed me a couple of papers, "This is what you asked for. Something to protect you from us in case we decide to try and screw with your future for no reason."
I took the sheets, and I started to read quickly. What it basically went over was essential to what we talked about yesterday. They would coach me in the morning and fourth period and provide notes. In return, I would only have to attend the exam. All the coursework reflected what marks I had been getting, which noted that my current marks were all perfect, which was nice. So I would get perfect scores on all the projects and homework. In return, the Exam would weigh more against me, but I would have notes of the class beforehand and a week with those teachers before the exam for any questions I needed answered.
That was even more than I asked for, which was nice. It went over a bunch of other details and things that I would have to provide and consent to. At the end, there was something for me to sign, and he shook his head as I went to sign it. "Nope, not signing it yet. We need a witness, and I thought that the more, the merrier. We will not be doing that today, though. We will do it on Friday for now. I just want to watch you run. I want to see you do your best running this morning with those weights on you. Then we are going to start seeing what you are best at for running. One hundred meters? Two hundred meters? Four hundred Meters? So on and so forth until we find the best things for you to continue to practice."
"Sounds good to me."
"What is with those tattoos?" Mr. Trimmers asked bluntly a moment later. "You join a gang in the last twenty-four hours?"
"Nope, it's a thing I did with my girlfriend, and it will last another couple of days, she told me."
Mr. Trimmers looked at me for a couple of seconds before continuing, "Now, There is one thing that Mrs. Grendier brought up to me, and it is something I will check out. But how is your flexibility?"
"Um, I would say athletically, that is the weakest point of my body."
"Then we will see if it is in an acceptable range. We may have to start working on it if I think it is inadequate. That would mean something like yoga or something like that. Probably would not choose that, but it is the most openly known thing to train flexibility." I felt my eyelid twitch at that, but I nodded. "Perfect, now, you are dressed and weighted; let's get you running for a while." Mr. Trimmers said and started to grab a couple of things.
Soon, we were headed out with him carrying a clipboard, a stopwatch, and a couple of pens. As the coach, it was up to him to do that, so I just went along with it and headed outside. I felt the cool breeze on my skin, and I stretched a little, moving forward.
We walked out to the track, and I continued my stretches until I was completely limber, although it did not take much. Mr. Trimmers smiled, "Perfect. Now, I want you to run as long as you can. Just run, no sprinting, just running."
"Okay," I replied with a shrug, and I got started.
I went out at a run to start, quickly got into the swing of things, and started to run around the track. I let my hair trail behind me, and my mind got into the run without a care on my mind. I just followed my routine and continued to do laps. Again and again, I ran around, and the sweat built on me, but exhaustion for me came slowly, and I continued my routine, measuring my breath.
I did not count the number of laps as I did not care; that was for Mr. Trimmers to do, and I continued. Running was a favorite pastime for me, and I enjoyed the simple exercise. Nothing got in my way, and as the sweat built up, the pleasure of the sweat being blown off by the breeze built. This is what running was, and I started to breathe a little heavier and continued to run.
Then I heard a whistle, and I turned my head to Mr. Trimmers, which took a bit. I saw him wave me down to come to him. I finished up the lap jogging and slowed down to a walk before him. "Angela," he said seriously. Are you a Marathon runner?" he asked seriously.
"Mmm, Probably could," I said, shrugging, "I think I could go for at least another ten laps. I was kind of in the zone. I usually rest by running and sprinting to exert myself faster. I can run for a long time, though. If I jogged, I should be able to 'run a marathon.' Why?"
"Because your stamina is insane," Mr. Trimmers said, looking at me. "I can even see how your breathing is labored, but not to the point that you need to stop.
"Mmm, Because a few years ago, no, I think it was seven years ago now?" I said, thinking, "Damn, time flies, but I learned that if I strictly regulate my breathing. I can slow down how quickly my labored breathing gets by taking sharp, long breaths through my nose and quick exhales through my mouth. So, now it is kind of a habit to do so. Even in normal everyday activities, I breathe like that."
"Yeah, that is true, and it is one of the things I was going to try to teach you. But I guess we can skip on that. I will check it out to see if it is optimal, but let's move on to your running form. I noticed that you run without really using your knees to accelerate yourself. Instead, you swing your hips. However, that messes with your breasts a little on their swing with your tight-fit Sports bra, which is not much of an issue. Why did you choose to run that way?"
"Oh, that? I watched a thing about sprinting from Usain Bolt one time. Said that when you run with your knees to start a sprint to accelerate, it is superior, but in the long run, it tires you out faster. But swinging your hips to thrust you forward with your back straight may be slightly slower but allows you to sprint longer. Now, I just do it for running and jogging. I noticed that because of it, I tend to jog and run faster for longer."
"You are crazy," Mr. Trimmers said, looking at me stunned.
Then Mr. Trimmers went into more things about the form I was doing that I had to explain. They were all little tricks I learned or watched online when I was younger. Each seemed to annoy Mr. Trimmers for some reason.
Mr. Trimmers seemed to be lost in thought after we finished talking about my form, and then he sighed. "Okay, so I have to admit some things to you. You have the best running form I have seen for a woman, ever. Even most men fail to your running form. Your Stamina is insane, and this is all with a bunch of extra weight on you. So, I need to see if your running form changes with and without the weights. I want to see how you handle the change tomorrow as I let you run more than half the class, and you were explaining your form for the rest of the class. I have a gym class next period, so we can't continue. But, I think you are suited for the eight hundred, fifteen hundred, five thousand, and ten thousand meters run. These are the true tests of stamina races that I believe you excel in. Now, are you interested in vault running?
"Nope," I said flatly. I care too much about my body to sprint over things."
"Okay, let's keep it to things you are interested in. Plus you have volleyball so I think that is perfectly reasonable. So, I am going to get a video camera for your run tomorrow. If you do well in your form and run tomorrow, I will send it to a Horizon University scout for you. May as well start off strong if this is your form before professional training." I nodded with a large smile. "But no getting your hopes up. This is me just doing something in the hopes that he looks at it. Now, I think that is about it if I am being honest. I need to collect more information, but you can do what you want till the fourth period, Angela."
I was left stunned, and he smiled and walked away.
That was it?
Okay, he is right. That information was what he needed. Mr. Trimmers has not been really watching me and has limited information. Let's let him do what he needs to do. I took a deep breath and realized I had nowhere to go—nothing to do, for once.
I thought about it and walked back to grab my stud since I did not have it on me. I was a little lost as to what to do. I needed to contact Hilda to see what we were doing tonight, but what else?
Alex's parents wanted to meet up; maybe I can go there?
Mmm, I would rather do that for the third period, then. I wondered if they were at work, though. I also wanted to talk to Sarah. I had not seen her, and we had not had the chance to talk. She did not text me either.
I was the one supposed to be mad, right? Her sadness, me mad? That makes sense to me, but for some reason, I felt like I should reach out.
That made me sigh as I entered the gym just in time for the bell to ring. I got to the locker room and checked my things. I noticed a note from Kylar on my phone.
Kylar: Mistress, You left your phone with me. I put it in your bag, and I hope you don't mind. I am thinking about what you said. I hope you don't mind if I think about it, Mistress. I will let you know as soon as I decide.
I smiled, picked up my phone, and called Lucy, who picked up a couple of rings later. "Hey, should I even be asking at this point?"
"no, you're good to ask. I talked to the realtor; I put your offer in at a listing price. He seemed happy about that and told me they really wanted to offload it as soon as possible. So I said I would have home inspectors for tomorrow if he gets them to tentatively approve it. I should hear about it tonight at the latest. As for your mortgage, let's say I talked to a friend, and I have you approved for a three percent interest, which is amazing, but you will be paying about seventy grand in the down payment to do it. Does that work for you?"
"What do you think is best? Has the money come in from my consulting business?"
"Ah, yes! It did. Your consultation business started off strong with a clean three hundred thousand, and it is ready to invoice whenever you are done consulting with whomever it is." Lucy said, the happiness in her voice apparent. Honestly, I am so glad it went through from your end."
"Fair enough. My contract in the early stages is fairly one-sided towards me."
"Yup, but with this, I will be making bank off you later if you keep this up. Long-term thinking, Angela, long-term thinking."
"True," I said happily, "Anything else you need from me?"
"At this moment, No. Later today, maybe."
"Okay, text me or call me, depending on urgency."
"Absolutely. Talk to you soon."
With that, I hung up and found myself bored again, so I called Becky, whom I had not talked to in over a week. I sat down to chill, and Becky picked up after three rings. "Mistress, I missed you~!"
"How are things going?"
"I am playing it safe. The doctor says everything so far is perfect. I am so happy about that. I was hoping to see you soon. The doctor said that as long as whatever was pushing into me before doesn't now, I am perfectly good to be filled up."
"That is good to hear. Are you near my school?"
"To be honest, yes. I was going to check on the contractors working on your dungeon."
"Oh, how is that going?"
"There were some delays, and some of the equipment was hard to make. But it is getting done. We are waiting on a couple of things. Two weeks at the absolute MAX before it is done, and you will have your own dungeon."
"Perfect. I might have more work for you, too. We can talk about it soon. Come to my school. We can park by somewhere, and I can refill you a little," I said with a smirk.
"Mmm, that sounds amazing; my husband is even starting to get jealous of how much I have missed you."
"And what did you do to ensure he didn't."
"Mind if I film this and show it to him? I plan on editing out anything that shows my body and only letting him see me pleasuring your cock. I then am going to make him eat the cum out of my snatch and ass if you fill that up."
"Go ahead," I said with a grin. "Sounds like you should film what you do to him and send everything to Crystal."
"Mmm, Deal, Mistress. I am in a white van at the front." Becky said, to my surprise.
"Oh, that was fast."
"I was passing by," Becky insisted.
I hung up and started walking with a skip in my step. It was going to be fun filling up my baby mama.
I winced at that thought but continued on. The truth was something that I just lived with, no matter how weird it felt. It was not like I had to take responsibility. So I walked a little faster to fill up my semen tank and found myself walking down empty hallways with other students in class. It felt so fucking weird, and I could see a student chilling with another here and there. It seemed that I wasn't the only one with a free period.
I stepped outside and smiled as I saw the big white van. I walked toward it, and I saw Becky with her large Double D breasts and blonde hair all done up in a bun above her head. She looked more professional, but she was in a black jacket with a white shirt under it. Right now, her back was to me, and I could see her with a blanket covering something in the back of the van as I approached, and I looked at her yoga pants. She was in comfort not to impress.
I grinned as I walked up behind her, wrapped my arms around her, let my hands fall onto her stomach, and kissed her neck. "Cum Dump, what are you hiding from me," I said as she jumped a little, then loosened up and allowed herself to be hugged by me and came back into my grips.
"Mmmm, it's for your dungeon, and I want it to be a surprise." My cumdump replied as I kissed her neck and held her stomach over where her womb would be. "You have no idea how horny I feel just from you holding me like this. It feels so good for my baby daddy to hold me like this. Mmmm," She moaned as I licked up to her ear, "That feels weird."
"Well, Cumdump," I said slowly, whispering into her ear, "You are going to get in the back of this van, push down those pants, and I am going to follow you in, and I am going to fuck your baby tank. You are going to scream, and our child is going to see Daddy."
I winced at the concentration of everything and the perverse nature of it, but Becky's eyes widened, and the smile on her face was huge. She quickly undid her jacket and turned around, and I could see as she pulled off her shirt the tattoo marking her as mine on her breast. "I make my husband kiss it every time we play. To show that he serves you before me." Becky said, and I shivered.
"You are truly as depraved as me, Cumdump. Now, it is time to fulfill your purpose in life."
Becky stepped in and pulled off her pants, and I noticed it.
She had not been wearing Panties or a bra, and I smirked. "I think you were driving by and hanging around because I told Crystal that I might call you for a Cumdumping. Now here you are, a bet made and fulfilled."
I saw Becky turn her head, but I could see her red cheeks confirming my guess, and I followed her in and closed the door. I pulled out my cock, and said, "This is not going to be lovemaking. Just like you wanted. Baby batter refills are coming up for a dumpster!" I announced, and I brought my cock down like a bat on her asscheeks one at a time before bringing it down and pushing it into her pussy as she was on her hands and knees on the van floor. Becky moaned loudly as I pushed in, and I felt her pussy accept me with a wet kiss.
She was gushing.
"Fuck you are wet, is the mommy stuff getting to you that much?" I asked.
"Only with you~!" Becky moaned, "I love it when you treat me like a disposable baby-making machine~!"
"Fucking freak," I snapped, and I slapped her ass, and her pussy tightened up on me as I pulled back and pushed in up to her cervix, giving her baby room a deep kiss, not bot pushing in at all. I pulled out and spread her asscheeks with my hand to watch it pull out as she moaned.
I saw her head dip down toward her arm, and her ass was up with her face down against the floor. "Mmm, Face down ass up, that is the way I like to fuck~!" I said, and the song hit my head like a truck, and I could almost hear the song playing in my head.
Then, as the song played in my head, my hips started to match the beat of the song I could only hear in my head. "Face down, ass up, that is the way I like to fuck; here I go bitch!" I half shouted, and I started to get into it starting to thrust in and out of her dripping cunt without issue, stopping before I pushed against the womb. It was not the best, but I made up for that with enthusiasm and speed.
Then I started to spank the bitch without a care in the world as I pushed and pulled out of her dripping cunt. One hand would slap her right ass cheek so the other one would follow up on the other cheek a moment later. Then I would repeat over and over again as I felt her slutty pussy tighten up on me. I love this.
Her cries were muffled into her elbow, and I fucked without restraint. I slapped her ass again and again for my own pleasure, but I knew I was not the only one feeling it. She came all over my cock as I was getting there. I felt her spasm, and my hand came down on her ass once more. "Bitch, who said you could cum!" I snapped and continued to spank her, "You are not supposed to cum. You are to be here to take my cum and fuck off like the trash you are. You to be knocked up and thrown away in the dumpster!" I sneered and shivered as I felt her cum again right after I finished my last sentence. "What a whore~! Cumming again, Stupid BITCH~!" My strength on her ass increased as my cock throbbed, and I felt her cum a third time in rapid succession. I reached my peak at the same time, and I flooded her pussy and moaned, and my leg shook as I pulled out as I finished inside of her. I could see the start of my cream filling starting to drip out, and Becky moved and grabbed something. I saw her reach down, and it was a dildo that pushed in, but the front of it was flat and triangular that curved for a pussy.
I could not help but chuckle as I registered what was happening as she sealed her cunt closed to keep the cum for later. "Thank you, Mistress, for using this disposable semen tank. I do not deserve the honor," She moaned.
I grinned and pulled back and probed her asshole, and she gasped as I pushed hard against her little asshole, which gave way to my cock and stretched around it. "Who said we are done?" I sneered, and I pulled back and thrust deep into her, and she shivered as I pushed deep into her asshole.
"MISTRESS~! SO FULL~!" She cried out as I bottomed out inside her, and my balls pressed against the silicone seal.
"You are my dumpster; you take as much cum as I want to release and thank me for it. Now for the second load." I smiled, and I began to rampage inside her ass as I used her asshole as a masturbation toy. Her cries and screams died in her arms as I took her for all she was worth and made her orgasm and squirt all over the floor of the van.
I did not stop because my baby mama was cumming all over the floor and making a huge mess she would have to clean up. The reason that she and I were here was to make her scream and cry. She was squirting and quivering as I came inside deep into her ass, and I saw her shiver and reach out to a bag under the driver's seat and pull out a metal plug that left her quivering, and I asked.
"Oh, that is cute," I said, reaching forward and taking it from her. "You think I am only going to cum twice," I said with a chuckle. "I may not know where you left the camera equipment, Cumdump. But I am going to rampage inside you. I don't care if you're ready."
"Mistress?" She said, surprised as I grunted before I started to fuck her once more like I never even ejaculated in the first place, and her screams started to echo in the van.
Comments
Czelphaghor
Awesome chapter. Thank you allot
Shamim
Also regarding breathing control while running for laps, I do laps as well in weekends but I can only do 4, maybe if I controlled my breathing and stuff I could do more then 4, I need to do research and see if there is such a breathing technique while running, Thanks for that.
Shamim
Fuck, this is some good shit. I was smiling and reading to this chapter. Can't wait for the next chapter.
Shamim
OUTRAGEOUS INDEED! THANK YOU!
Madjic
So, i have been thinking about it. And those on the one-dollar tier from the last month. Hurry up and read the latest chapters. I will be locking them in 5 days because of the new changes to the 1$ tier. The only reason I haven't already is the timing of my sudden and outrageous amount of Life of a Dominant Futanari Chapters.
