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Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 5 Chapter 175/23: Becky's News
🕑 Added 2023-05-02 00:14:42 +0000 UTCReaching the classroom, my teacher glared at me again, and I could tell they were getting more annoyed with me. I could not care today as I sat down in front of Sarah, who was looking at me with starry eyes, it felt like. I didn't really want to talk now, so I turned around without motioning anything. I pulled out my things and started to take notes instantly.
I got to work and stopped thinking about what I had done to Kyle just minutes before. My cock was pressing against my panties before I entered the room. My mind was having a hard time refocusing, but after a bit, I got into the swing of class and forgot about this morning. My mood was volatile, though, and my mind was prone to wandering as I continued in class.
Soon the teacher started handing out homework as the class was soon coming to an end and paused to glare at me as she placed the paper down. "Ready to talk, Angela?" The teacher asked.
"No," I replied tartly as I remembered what she was talking about, "If he can keep to himself, there will be no issues," I told her flatly and turned to start answering the papers.
I could tell in the corner of my eye that the teacher was annoyed with my response. I don't know what the teacher truly wanted, but I wasn't about to give it to them. I didn't really know this teacher, and they were not a confidant. Maybe Mrs. Grendier because she was helping me out so much, or the old librarian that is no longer here in school. But this teacher? Give me a damn break.
My attention swung, but I was slightly annoyed as I was filling out the answers as quickly as possible. They were simple questions, and I had already read this part of the class. Still, I wasn't fast enough as the bell rang, ending the class, and I rolled my eyes. I hated when teachers did this shit and disrespected our out-of-class time; instead of complaining, I stuffed things into my books and packed my bags. As I got up, I could see that Sarah wanted to talk, so I sped up a little.
Sarah stood at my desk and looked around while some other students looked curious about why she wanted to talk to me. Some were talking, but that didn't matter to me. That would only hurt her if Sarah got outed as being one of my lovers. I was trying to protect her from my reputation, but I doubted that Sarah could hold herself back honestly. Sarah didn't seem to be able to stop herself it seemed, as I got up and walked out with her.
"Are you busy tonight?" Sarah asked with a blush before leaning over her head and whispering in my ear, "I am not going to lie, Mistress; I was hoping I could come over tonight," She added a moment later as we walked down the hallway. She blushed deeply, and I turned to her and shook my head, my expression slightly sad.
"I'm sorry," I told her as we were reaching my next class, "I am honestly packed for the rest of the week. We can do something Monday as I promised. But tonight, I have something important to attend to; Friday, I am dealing with a problem once and for all, so that I will be busy. I got something big happening on Saturday, and frankly, I forgot what I was doing Sunday. I have something in the morning, but I think I might take a day to relax if I haven't already promised to do something. I also have to make time to see my Sensei, too," I told her and shook my head before continuing my rant. "Sorry, Sarah, I literally do not have the time." I finished before we reached my door, and I saw her cute pout as I turned to her fully.
"Okay," She replied after a moment, "See you at practice; I am also busy Sunday too. I would like to see more of you though outside school," Sarah said before taking off, and I sighed.
That wasn't fair of her to say, in my opinion. I needed to see more of Tracy, too, and she was still wanting to say something to me but still hasn't. Then there is Kyle, who I was pretty rough with. We didn't even address his cage today so far, and I am sure that will be its own thing. There was then Alex and Crystal, who I was taking some time for; then I still had to contact my Cumdump now that I was thinking about it since I was told to a couple of times. So probably something up with her, too, now that I think about it.
I turned and as the bell rang, I entered the classroom. Not even a second later, the teacher called out, "TEST TIME!"
Groans were heard all around, and as I sat down, I only pulled out a pen before while the teacher started to hand out the test. I had to wait for the teacher to finish handing out the tests before they finally let us get started. I got down to work and almost yawned at how easy it was. Soon I was answering questions and moving on. It didn't take me long, but the test was much longer than I thought. The time ticked by, and half the class was over when I finally finished. I was surprised at the length of the test, and checking my answers for errors even took more time than normal.
I got up, walked up to the teacher, and put my test down when I finished. I looked at the teacher and asked, "Can I go? I would like to do some studying for class in a more quiet environment." I told the teacher with a straight face.
The teacher nodded and shooed me toward the door. I took my time and grabbed my backpack before heading toward the Teacher's locker room. I smiled at the empty hallways, and when I reached the locker room, I couldn't help but remember that I needed to call Becky. Now was the time, and I pulled out my phone from my bag. I looked down at the contact names, and when I hit Cumdump the phone started to ring.
Moments later, I heard Becky's voice come through the phone. "Mistress?" She asked, and I smiled lightly.
"That is what you are supposed to call me," I told her flatly, "I have been told multiple times lately that I should be calling my Cumdump instead of you coming to me and paying homage and taking my seed. What an improper Cum dump you have been," I scolded, and I heard a sigh.
I started to frown at that sigh; it was full of an emotion I didn't know before Becky started talking. "Mistress, Angela, I have something serious to talk to you about." She told me, "Not to do with your Interior design. We are waiting on some things from some contractors, but your room is coming along great. This is something more personal between us instead of business-related." She told me, and I was frowning even deeper, "Can you sit down or something before I tell you." Becky finished.
Something was odd with the way Becky was acting, and my heart felt like it would drop into my stomach. Anxiety was starting to flare, and that wasn't normal for me. So I moved and sat on the bench, "Okay, I am sitting, Becky. what is it?" I asked, my voice flat and slightly with anger and anxiety.
"Angela," Becky said slowly, "I am pregnant," She announced to me, and my mind blanked. "It is your Baby," She followed up her assault of information, "I plan to carry your baby to term." My heart dropped, and I didn't know what to say. It was like there was ringing in my ears, and the locker room started to tilt. But Becky wasn't done, "I wasn't expecting you to be the father of my child. But you are the only one I have been with recently, and my Husband cannot have children. He is infertile; frankly, I would never let him impregnate me with his family Genetic background and medical history." Becky paused before her voice turned worried, "Angela, Are you okay?" She asked.
My world was tilting, and my stomach turned with my heart resting in its stomach acid. My mind was destroyed, and I had no idea what to think. Was I going to be a mother? A father? I didn't want a kid yet! I just had my dreams restart, and I wanted to become a professional volleyball player or a runner. I wanted to be a pro athlete! I always wanted to be a pro athlete, and now I had that chance but with a kid on my heels?
"Angela, Are you Okay?" Becky repeated, her voice sounding worried, "Talk to me, please!" She cried out over the phone, sounding increasingly worried as I didn't reply.
I had no idea how long I sat there before I replied, "I am going to lose all my dreams?" I felt tears pouring down my eyes, and those words broke the dam of my feelings. "I will never get to be a volleyball player? A pro runner?" I asked her over the phone, "I am going to have to quit school to be a mother?" I asked her with pure depression in my voice as I thought about all my dreams that I had forever lost, only to regain be lost all over again. My thoughts took a sudden, even darker turn centering on whether I should kill myself.
"ANGELA!" Becky yelled over the phone, gaining my attention from my thoughts, "No, no, No, NO! Listen to me before you start to think incorrectly!" She yelled over the phone at me. "I AM NOT GOING TO FORCE YOU TO DO ANYTHING LIKE THAT!" She announced over the phone. "Can you listen to me before you start to overthink things?" Becky asked.
My mind turned to hers, and years were rolling down my eyes as my grip on the phone tightened. "Yeah," I told her, but my voice was husky, and I felt snot start to overflow as I told her that I would listen.
"Good," Becky said, "You need to listen to me, and I hope you listen properly. My Husband couldn't get me pregnant; I wouldn't want him to be able to either, no matter how much I love him in my own way. But I wanted kids, and so he did too. We both have been hoping and looking for me to get pregnant for a while, but I also have trouble getting pregnant. Yours is just the first sperm actually to get the job done." Becky informed me. "Honestly, I would love it if you would just let me and my Husband be the father and mother to your child in my stomach. We really want a kid and would love and care for the child so much. We don't want you to give up your dreams, and we would rather you be in the child's life as much as you want to be in the child's life. I mean that, Angela. I would love it if you continued to be a Mistress to me and my Little cuck husband. You don't need to pay for this child. We have money, and it will not hurt you in any way. Please, talk to me now and ask me anything." Becky finished, "I really want you to be happy as the biological father of my child."
I couldn't help but sniff, and tears rolled down my cheeks as I finally processed the words that she spoke. Relief pulled my heart out of my stomach even though I was still hurting. I didn't know what to say or do, and I dropped my phone into my lap and cried. My emotions hurt me so much, and I didn't know how to reply. I finally picked up the phone, "I will call you back in a minute," I barely got out before hanging up.
I suddenly found myself at a locker door, and I ripped it off the locker in sheer emotion. I found myself suddenly kicking that busted locker room door hard and denting it. I smashed it, and the sound of me stomping and punching it rang in the room as I released emotion against the locker door without restraint. My hand hurt, but I didn't care as my knuckles pounded the ripped-off locker door to shreds.
I looked at the busted locker door and felt nothing but relief as I took a deep breath and looked at my hand. The busted metal that used to be a locker door in this room was destroyed and bent all over the place. It was already folded in on itself and starting its journey to be a sphere instead of a door.
Taking deep breaths like my sensei taught me when I was much worse at regulating my anger came to mind. I got control of my emotions a little at a time, and finally, I started to smile as my mind moved on from the chaos and anxiety about losing my dreams for a second time. The depressive thoughts of self-destruction even made me angry at myself for even thinking of them. I kicked the ball of metal hard again before I stalked over to my phone lying on the bench, somehow not becoming the target of my anger and emotional outburst.
A second later, I was calling Becky again this time with my emotions centering on anger. "Mistress, are you okay?" Becky said as soon as she picked up.
"Real fucking cheeky, Cumdump," I replied tartly, "You should have come and fucking told this to me in person," I told her flatly. "Instead of me hearing it over the phone while I am at fucking school. I would have really appreciated this news in person, to say it. I am finding it quite hard not to want to tear another locker door out and smash it into a ball like the other. How my knuckles are not bleeding is a mystery to me at the moment, but I am extremely angry about that at the moment. Still," I paused and took a deep breath, "With you clarifying some points, I was able to finally relax as I am not ready to be a mother in my own right at this time. I should have been more careful, but after that first condom broke," I stopped on that thought.
"Mistress, I am sorry," Becky said softly.
"No, you are not yet. I have two things that I am going to tell you to do." I flatly told her, "You will have that tattoo on a breast or tramp stamp within the day. I don't care about your objections. You have been ordered, and if you don't, I will give you a punishment for a month straight. I have tried something recently and wouldn't mind doing it to you, Cumdump. Trust me," I told her, and I could hear the anger in my voice. "IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?" I asked her.
"y- Yes, Mistress," Becky Stumbled over her words in reply.
"Good, I don't want to hurt the baby either, so make sure it doesn't do that. If you can't get it done without hurting the baby, then don't. But If I research and find out you can," My voice cut off for a moment before I moved on, "The second thing is that you will come to receive a punishment from me this Sunday. I think I have time that I can leave for you to be punished very thoroughly so you know never TO DO THIS AGAIN." I finished emphasizing my words as my emotions were still in turmoil.
"Mistress, I understand," Becky replied.
I took another breath, "Now, Tell me, how happy are you that you got pregnant?" I asked, feeling my feelings come down.
"Mistress," Becky's voice instantly turned happy, "I have been trying for years to get pregnant while cucking my hubby. You have no idea how happy I am right now. I am smiling all the time, and I cannot believe it. It is only a couple of weeks, and to be honest with you, I believe the day the condom broke, you got me pregnant. I was in the middle of my fertile cycle and never got my period afterward. I just finished taking my sixth pregnancy test, and they all came back POSITIVE! MISTRESS, THANK YOU SO MUCH!" She cried out in excitement.
Becky quickly launched into a tirade about her excitement, and my mind was still reeling from things. Still, I could tell that Becky was extremely excited. She was genuinely happy about having my kid over her husband. She was happy to be making a family with my child as the center. It was odd listening, too, and as she talked, I took off my backpack, my head hurting now as I came down from adrenaline from the news earlier. I didn't even know that my fight-or-flight instincts flared with this news, and my head was fuzzy all over.
My stomach rumbled, and I pulled out my lunch. I quickly began to eat and put Becky on speaker as she gushed. She told me all about how she couldn't wait to have little baby meet-ups with other parents and to have her hubby at home while she gets fucked by me. I could tell now that Becky had a host of fantasies about cucking her husband while he was at home with the child.
"Mistress, I would love for you to fuck me while my husband is in another room taking care of our baby. I know he would love it if we filmed it too so that he knows every detail." Becky begged.
I took a moment from my food and replied, "If I feel like filling you up, you will have no choice whatever. You will come and get my cum and head home with a full womb," I replied, my voice lacking emotion.
"That sounds wonderful," Becky replied, and the bell rang in my school. "Oh? Do you need to go to class?" Becky asked.
"I have something else that I need to do. I will see you Sunday," I told her, my voice still oddly lacking emotion.
"Mistress, before you go. I am sorry I didn't tell you the news properly. It will never happen again," Becky said, her voice full of remorse.
"Better never happen again," I replied and hung up.
My emotions were oddly flat, and I didn't even notice half my bland-tasting food. I continued to eat when Kyle entered the room and looked at me, and my emotional turmoil started to show. "Kyle," I said with a smile that made his eyes widen. "Be a good Sissy for Mistress and lock that door." My words made him shiver, and I could see fear and anticipation mixed on his face.
Kyle looked at the door, and I could see from his body language that he contemplated running. I saw him walk up to the door to leave, but his hand stopped just before the door handle as I watched him. Instead, it reached for a lock, and I smiled as I heard it click.
Kyle gulped, and I knew my smile wasn't helping in the least as he saw me. His fear grew, and I stood. I needed to release more motions, and this little Sissy was just unfortunate enough to be the only outlet.
I stood before him a second later and whispered in his ear, "You should have run, Sissy." I told him seriously.
Comments
Knallenstein
Wow... She is going to implode soon... O.o. thanks for the chapter
