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Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 5 Chapter 155/3: Snitch
🕑 Added 2023-02-10 15:22:39 +0000 UTCRushing I found the teacher just down the hall as I reached the door. I hurried inside while students were still filtering into their classes. Sarah was smiling at the desk behind mine, and I allowed a slight smile on my face as I looked at her. I could see that Sarah enjoyed our short time together, although that fear that she saw after I dealt with Jake was something we would have to talk about.
I wanted to sigh as she saw a side of myself I would rather not have shown. It was a vindictive side that Jake brought out in me as he continued to be an ass. I felt he wasn't trainable by me, so I hoped Daniel would be willing to complete what I started. Today I would explain to him slowly what I planned to do with Tracy, and this afternoon, I would have to convince Tracy to betray the boyfriend that she had been cuckolding for the last couple of weeks. The revenge I had in mind would be the complete destruction I hoped of his masculinity.
I frowned as I thought about where I would do it and realized I needed to talk to Samantha about that. I always had so much to do, and I wanted to be able to relax. Once Jake was gone, I would be able to slow down a little, right?
That stray thought hit my head as I reached my desk and pulled out my books and notes while the teacher glared at us all. "I graded the assignments over the weekend," The teacher began, "Only a few of you seem to have gotten the scores that I believe you can get. Someone even plagiarized a piece of work which is incredibly stupid of them," She said, surveying the class. "I will tolerate it once and give the assignment a zero for this assignment. If it ever happens again, the Principal will know, and your parents will get a call. that student used the one warning for all of you," The teacher declared, "Any plagiarism will be met with serious consequences!" The teacher exclaimed, and I nodded.
Copying work in high school was stupid, and the research was elementary, in my opinion. Suppose you were going to do it, though, you learn a second language and translate a paper or something from another language. I wasn't very good in languages, though, and that level of plagiarism is only useful in university. Besides, it was just as much work as just doing it yourself.
I shook my head, and the Teacher continued to survey the students with an eye like she could see the intent to cheat us. I waited and hoped she would just get on with the lesson. "Now that you all understand that," The teacher finally said, and she turned to the blackboard and started to write. I began taking notes as she began the lesson.
The lesson wasn't anything extraordinary, but it was informative, with some things that were not in the textbooks, which was a change. I continued to write notes and started to feel sleepy and yawn as the class wore on. When the bell rang after a while, I couldn't have been happier to put away my things and got to cleaning up and placing things in my backpack.
A second later, as kids filtered out of class, I felt hands on me, and I turned to see Sarah looking at me with a smile. Her smile showed me that she was happy in some way, and I could also see some desire in them. I might have needed to talk to her about this morning as I entered the locker room. That look told me a lot that the previous fear was no longer there. Still, I would talk to her about it, and as I watched her ass go, I made sure that I took a look at that nice ass. I noticed it jiggle a little as she walked out and licked my lips.
Without realizing it, I was starting to become more sexual, and I felt my mind wander for a moment, starting to get a hard-on. I shook my head and tried very hard not to think about what I did to that ass over an hour ago. I got up as I finished packing my things without any more distractions and quickly speed-walked to my next class. I noticed some looks as I walked down the hallway, but I didn't pay attention to them.
Finally, I reached my class, entered without much fuss, got to my seat, pulled out notebooks, and noticed someone standing in front of me after a moment. I looked up to see a guy looking at me with a look of anger at me. "What?" I asked the unknown guy.
"I heard that you are a snitch," He said, and I looked at him with a questioning look. "Don't act stupid. Everyone has heard about it today," He continued a moment later, "About how you snitched!" He half yelled, half announced to the students entering the class.
"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked, confusion hitting me hard. I looked him up and down and slowly stood up, "You will tell me what you are talking about." My words came out as a command without thought, and I expected to be obeyed, and it was all conveyed in that last sentence, making others look at me in shock.
"You snitch, I don't have to tell you shit!" The guy replied.
Instantly I scoffed and stepped away from my desk. "You know what, I think you do need to tell me what the fuck your talking about." I said loudly as the bell rang, "You have come here accusing me of shit, and I frankly don't have the fucking time to deal with all your bullshit." I turned and looked around the classroom at all the students watching, "Eventually, I will find out whatever this most recent Bullying rumor is to try and harass me. If you don't want to be added to whatever attempt to harass me, then you will talk now. I am done dealing with this high school drama BULLSHIT!" I exclaimed the last word with serious emphasis, and the classroom was quiet.
At some point, the teacher had stepped into the classroom and now had a look on their face. The teacher sighed and looked at the guy in front of me. "Tell us, Dylan," the teacher began, "What did Angela do for you to confront her?" The teacher asked, and he turned slowly towards the teacher, his face a little pale.
"N-n," he stuttered a little before taking a deep breath. "I wasn't confronting her," he replied.
"That is a very easy lie to see through, Dylan," The teacher replied, their voice calm, and they closed the door behind themselves. "You have seen fit to confront Angela. A student that is very diligent and from the past, has mostly been bullied despite her tendency to keep away from others. That means that she was probably keeping her distance from you. So her being angry means that you confronted her for some reason. So, Tell me." The smile on the teacher's face was sharp, and Dylan swallowed.
"I didn't confront her," Dylan finally said after half a minute of silence, and I barked out a single contemptuous laugh.
"Ha! You blamed me for Snitching on someone whom I don't even know. How about you tell the teacher and the entire class whom I apparently snitched on!" I almost exclaimed as I confronted him.
Dylan turned to me and sneered, "You just snitched on me now. You are a fucking snitch, just like you snitched on Stanly!" He exclaimed, and I looked at him with shock.
Confusion moved through me, and I looked at him, shocked and confused. How would anyone know that I called nine one one on someone drinking and driving? No one knows my number other than my parents and specific girls, Jake and Kyle. Jake shouldn't have the ability to know that either, but what he could do was start a rumor. It didn't even have to be him, and I felt my anger spiking so hard I started to laugh.
I felt eyes on me as I started to laugh at how absurd this all was. It was always something, and people were constantly out to get me into this goddamn school. There was more than one reason I told Elana to stay away from me in school, and I looked at the teacher as I continued to laugh without mirth.
"Are you okay?" The teacher asked, suddenly looking at me, and I saw them walking towards me, and I continued to laugh.
"Am I okay?" I asked through the laughter helping it slow down. "I am once again! AGAIN!" I yelled, my laughter ending as I looked at Dylan, "ACCUSED OF SOMETHING FOR NO REASON!" I took a deep breath as I felt my anger rolling through me. A thought in the back of my head couldn't help but ask if people were trying to have my blood pressure rise to attempt to kill me. "I AM DONE LISTENING TO THIS SHIT! Dylan," I said, my voice calming down, but my anger flowed freely as I looked at him, "Fuck off and take your rumor with it. Who would know even if I did snitch on Stanley? How would I have known that he was driving drunk like the stupid fuck that he was? I did hate the dumb fuck, and he attacked me just a couple of days before, but that dumb fuck got himself killed being stupid with your friends. Thank fuck the dumb fuck didn't run into a house and kill others and clear the human race of his genetics by running into a pole; I believe it was. Thank fuck for that, as we no longer have that dumb fuck around. Maybe you should drink and drive this weekend and help us clear another useless fuck from the genetic pool."
My breathing was harsh as I glared at Dylan, and he looked at me surprised. I glared around the classroom and saw the shock in everyone's gaze, including the teachers. Suddenly the shock left Dylan, and he glared at me and retorted, "FUCK YOU, DICK GIRL!" He shouted, "You are the one that should be cleansed of the genetic pool! Women don't need dicks. They should be in the kitchen making sandwiches!" He shouted, and silence reigned in the classroom, with now everyone looking at him in shock.
"So you are intimidated by both my femininity, as I have large breasts, and my masculinity because I have a bigger dick than you," I announced, and I boiled with anger and took a moment to breathe deeply. "Teacher," I said, turning to look at the Teacher. "Can we please kick this asshole to the principal's office and start the lesson?" I asked, "I am here to learn and work on my future. Not deal with dipshits like him," I finished pointing at Dylan.
The teacher opened and closed and finally sighed, "Dylan, Report to the principal's office, and I will call ahead. I will also be calling ahead to tell the Principal what has happened here. I personally don't care for your interruption of the class even if it started before class." Dylan looked pissed, and the Teacher looked over at me and frowned, "I want to say something about your behavior Angela Brown," The Teachers deliberate use of my full name was a way of calling me out in itself. "Your anger, although justified," The Teacher stopped for a moment, "Just don't do it again," The Teacher finally said, and Dylan looked outraged.
"LEAVE NOW," The Teacher looked at Dylan. Dylan looked outraged, and I could see him gearing up to argue, but he stopped and turned to look at me. "NOW!" The Teacher followed up.
"This isn't done," Dylan said before grabbing his bag and storming out of the room, and I watched him go.
Once Dylan slammed the door behind himself, I felt my rage grow. Is every Monday going to be like this? My thoughts were going crazy, and I turned and sat down back at my desk, pulling out my notes. The teacher moved to her desk and picked up the phone, and made a call. The class was delayed for sure, and I pulled out all my notes and textbooks and waited, seething in my anger.
While we waited, my thoughts changed from what had just happened deliberately. I couldn't think rationally about it so I wouldn't think about it at all. My mind wandered to the idea I had earlier this morning about a date with Crystal and maybe Alex. I wanted to try some stuff that no one but a hair-trigger masochist would enjoy. Maybe something that would be cruel to anyone else but would excite Alex to no end. I wondered what that would look like and realized that I wanted to learn more about tying rope and some more extreme forms of play.
My thoughts changed my mood slowly from seething anger that didn't fade. Last week it was Marcus, and now Dylan. Who would be next? Those were thoughts that I refused to think about as I came up with a couple of ideas that would torture Alex in a way that I wondered if she would love or hate. The pain and pleasure that it would cause her was something that I was sure she would enjoy.
Without realizing it, the Teacher resumed the class, and I didn't notice for a minute. When I did, I started to catch up and take notes. The lesson continued, and I paid attention as best as I could, but I found my thoughts straying uncharacteristically. I continued to try my best, but I wanted this week over with already. Sometimes I wish I could just go get a GED or something like that if it wouldn't adversely affect my further education in a college or university.
I found myself yawning and sighing as I continued to work on taking notes. The sudden bell startled me when it rang. "Class dismissed," The teacher said and looked at me, "Angela," The teacher followed up, and I looked up at her and frowned.
Glaring down at my books, the anger returned, and I started to pack my things while I waited, then realized I didn't want to. I finished packing my things, and students continued to filter out of the class, and the whispers were about the argument. It was obvious that it was going to be the gossip of the school today. I stood and started to walk out of the class.
"Angela," The Teacher called out, and I walked over to her desk.
"Not today," I told her, "I will talk to you later as I am seething with rage and am hungry. I need to leave this for later, or I will not be rational. I am leaving now and going to eat," I told the Teacher, now looking surprised, and I turned and walked out while the teacher was still comprehending my words.
"Wait!" I heard as I left and walked down the busy hall toward the Teacher's locker room. I was seething with rage and had an important conversation with Tracy coming up. I moved quickly, and before I even knew it, I reached the locker room and pushed it open. Inside Tracy sat on the bench with her bag to the side. I looked at her as I entered and saw her dirty blonde hair just reaching the top of her neck, with some reaching just halfway down. Her large breasts were contained in our Catholic school girl-looking uniform with a white button-up and a plaid skirt. I must have made a noise when I entered since she started to turn to me.
Tracy turned and looked up as I walked in, and I closed the door and locked it. When I turned back and looked at her, Tracy looked worried. "I," She began to say something, and I sighed.
"Tracy," I said, taking over the conversation. "I am sorry that I told you to be with that Cuck," I began, "I am also sorry that I am going to ask you to do it one more time," Those words made her expression fall, and I stepped toward her taking off my backpack and my vest as I made my way over. "It will be one last time, and you will never have to touch him again. If you insist on not touching him one more time I will not force you either. I just want you to hear what I have planned for Jake before you reject it, okay?" I finished.
Tracy looked at me and nodded, "I will listen, Mistress," Tracy said, and I sighed.
"Don't think of me as Mistress right now. I am not forcing you at this moment. You can choose, and I will never hold it against you; understand that?" I insisted on saying it like this, and I reached into my bag, pulled out food, and motioned for her to do the same with her food to eat and talk. "I insist we eat and talk. If you want to play afterward, we can talk about it, but I will not force you, okay?"
My words seemed to settle Tracy, and she reached into her bag and pulled out her food. She seemed more demure than normal, and she sighed, "Okay. I understand what you mean," Tracy replied, "I am listening."
"Good," I told her, and I took a deep breath. "Honestly, When I started getting revenge on you, I never realized how much I would come to like certain aspects of you. You haven't fully opened up to me, but you also show remorse for what you did. You are my skank, and I genuinely want to help you be better. That isn't the same as what I have seen from Jake, though," I said, and Tracy looked up at me in surprise.
"You have done things to Jake for revenge?" Tracy showed genuine surprise, and I couldn't help but chuckle.
"I have done things to him that I would never have done if he hadn't attempted to rape me," I said, my voice coming out flat and stern. Admitting it to someone who was involved made me feel a little better. "I am guessing with that question; you thought that I was only taking out my anger on you?" I asked.
Tracy blushed and nodded, looking away, "Kind of," She admitted, and I sighed.
"I have kept a key aspect of my revenge away from you. In fact, I have been planning your involvement against your Boyfriend since at least a week or two ago. I need you for one thing, which involves you having sex with him one last time." I admitted. "I was planning on you having sex with Jake one time while I watch and some others if needed. Then I was going to expose myself and have sex with you and make you scream and cum in front of him again and again. All the while, I was going to humiliate him and force him to watch as I made you cum on my cock again and again. I was going to make you scream out for me and help me emasculate him on a level that he will never be able to get an erection without being cuckolded again." I told her my voice continued to be flat. I turned to see her surprised expression.
A minute passed, and I chuckled, reached out, and closed her mouth before picking up my fork and shoveling food into my mouth. Tracy looked down at her food and started to eat again. She was thinking, and soon half our food was gone before she looked at me again. "You know why I detest Jake so much now?" Tracy began with a rhetorical question. "I liked him for so long. I was with him for so long during high school. I was never his major priority in his life. Hell, Football was his major work, but that still came second to one other person."
Tracy sighed and paused for a moment. "That person was you, Angela. He always talked about how you reacted to his bullying." Tracy turned to look at me, "He hated how little you reacted, and when he got a reaction, he would light up. I wanted to see those smiles for so long," Tracy said with a vacant expression. "I was so stupid then and didn't see that sadistic glee that only took pleasure in your pain. He legitimately paid more attention to abusing you than me." Tracy sighed, "Whenever you plan on doing this to Jake, let me know. I will have sex with him one last time," She said, turning stern, "I will have my own revenge for taking my first time when he was such a useless partner. I hate that I had my first time with him, and he took it while caring about someone else more than me! I hate it." Tracy cursed, and I reached out and pulled her to me.
"It's okay," I told her, "Want me to make you forget about his dick with my own?" I asked with a smirk.
Tracy shook her head and looked up at me from my shoulder. "Honestly, Angela," Tracy said, slowly looking down at her container of food. "This sounds a little fucked up to me, But you blackmailing me was one of the best things to happen to me, it seems." The words made her sigh, and I felt awkward at this moment. "You gave me so much pleasure even as I resisted a little at first. I hated how much I enjoyed what you did to me. But," She paused, "God, I loved it, and I craved it. Then this week, I realized that I hadn't been stressed even though I know you play with other women. I don't feel jealous like I did with Jake. I do wish you would spend more time, but I don't feel that insane jealousy that I felt with him. It is so weird that way. I always felt I was the jealous lover before I started, and just like being your skank. It's," Tracy paused, looking for words, and I listened without moving. "So stress-free. I just have to listen. You tell me when to jump. I jump. I do my school work and listen to you, and I find that I am doing better in school. I am not stressing or getting emotional for no reason. Also," She smiled wryly, "I have a tampon in, so if we do things," Tracy blushed again, and I realized what she wanted.
"You want it in the backdoor, Skank?" I asked with a mischievous smile making the situation a little more light-hearted. I saw Tracy look extremely serious for a second and look to build up her courage again. She opened her mouth, and I wanted to hear what she wanted to say so much. Then she closed her mouth, thinking again.
"I found that it isn't as bad as normal, and I want to be with you. I want you to play with me more, and I crave it. So yes," Tracy said instead of finishing what she wanted to say for now before she looked into my eyes. "I want you to play with my backdoor and make me scream and cry out in pleasure. I want to lose control of myself and forget Jake's touch. Please, Mistress, claim me as your skank again."
I grinned, and I leaned down and kissed her lips before retracting. "Finish your food first, then I will make you scream over by the showers," I told her with a grin, and Tracy quickly nodded and started on her food again.
I quickly finished my food off, with Tracy done a little before me. Tracy didn't pause, and she stood and turned to me and smiled. Her fingers picked at the buttons of her uniform, and they quickly loosened up. Soon a teal bra came into view. She reached behind her back, and her bra came loose. Her large breasts came into view and looked a little swollen, but her smile and naked desire started to show. Her nipples were hard, and I reached out, cupping and groping her breast, making her moan as she started to take off her skirt.
"Mistress, I want your cock inside my mouth," She moaned, making my cock harden. My cock was now uncomfortable inside my panties, and it had been for a while, but I just wasn't paying it any attention for the moment. As she pulled down that skirt showing me see-through panties, and pulled them down before getting on her knees. "Mistress, May I get you ready to penetrate me?" My skank asked a moment later.
"You may," I replied, and Tracy crawled up to me and pushed my skirt up, and pushed aside panties that felt like they were going to break, trying to hold back my cock.
I moaned in relief as she pushed aside those panties, and I felt her mouth a second later. "Sorry, Mistress," Tracy said, sounding odd as she talked with her tongue out. "I have to be quick and lube you up for me. I know we don't have a ton of time, Mistress," Tracy said as I felt her tongue licking the length of my cock. I watched her as she brought my cock out and moved her mouth around the length of my cock, getting it wetter. Her mouth opened up, and she took me in, gliding down the length of her throat, making me moan.
It was moments like these that I was glad I trained Tracy as she took my cock down her throat, tightening up on my cock as her lips reached the base of my cock and her tongue licked my balls. I moaned, and she bobbed her head back, pulling herself back with her knees before shoving herself forward in an amazing skull fuck. I couldn't help but moan louder as she took me deep and consistently.
Then it stopped, and Tracy pulled back and leaned back onto her knees, no longer on all fours, as my cock popped free of her mouth and throat. The pleasure of her warm wet mouth was still there, and I glared at her for the sudden change. Tracy smiled, "I never thought I would ever be able to take such a monster cock in my life." Tracy commented, "Mistress, please take me now," She pleaded a second later, and my cock was moist with her saliva. I got up, unbuttoned my shirt, took off my skirt, and stepped toward the showers.
"Come, Skank. I will make you scream in pleasure," I told her. Tracy followed me a second later, and I wondered about the logistics of fucking her this time. I wanted to give it to her rough and make her love it, and I smiled as I pointed at the floor near a drain. "On your knees, Skank. I am about to breed you." I snarled, and I could see the desire in her eyes.
Tracy's breasts flopped together as she got down on her knees, and I made a note to be harsher with her as I watched her get on her knees. Tracy jiggled her ass enticing me, and I squatted behind her and lined up my monster cock to her little asshole. It looked all ready for me, and with her saliva, as a lube, I pressed the head of my cock to her little asshole.
"Oh, You are so big, Mistress," Tracy moaned as I pressed the head of my cock to her ass harder and harder.
For a moment, nothing happened as I pressed the head of my wet cock to her ass. Then it gave way, and my cock slid into her, and her moan filled the showers, and my hand came down on her ass cheek in an awkward position but still made her ass ripple in my hand. The pleasure filled my head but didn't stop me as I took small steps forward deeper and deeper into her ass. I pushed ten inches before her tight ass stopped me as she moaned out loud. "God, You are so deep, Mistress. I cannot believe that a cock this size even exists. Take me!" She cried out, and I pushed her hips forward, making us both moan before pulling her back onto my cock.
I smiled as her ass twitched wonderfully on my cock, and her ass tightened up on my cock harder. I moaned in pleasure as I thrust into my Skank. Her cry of pleasure fueled my need even more, and thoughts of things before entering the locker room faded. Tracy moaned even louder, and I had a position in mind that I wanted to try and pulled out suddenly.
"Doggy isn't doing it for me right now, Skank," I told her with a growl in my voice. "Lay down and grab your legs, spreading them or putting them to your ears if possible," I ordered her.
Tracy looked at me surprised but, after a moment, laid flat on her back, turning herself around. I helped her by pulling her legs up into the air, and Tracy grabbed hold and got them about a foot away from her head. She wasn't the most flexible, but I moved towards her head, reached down, and pulled her ass into the air.
"Ah," Tracy exclaimed in surprise as I brought her pussy towards me, and I lined my cock up with her cunt again. "Oh, I don't know about this position," I heard my skank say with nervousness in her voice.
"It will be," I began as I finished lining my cock up, standing above her, and stood on my tip toes before shoving my cock down into the depths of her ass again. The angle was all different this time, and her ass tightened instantly on me as she cried out in an erotic moan. I changed my position, and my cock was deep into her once again. When I was no longer on my tiptoes, only three inches were left outside, and I rolled my eyes as I heard her moaning loudly.
In a new position and deeper in her than before, I thrust my hips down, my balls slapping against her ass. Her cry of pleasure sounded in the showers, and I repositioned my foot onto her face. "Take it, Skank!" I cried out as I pressed her face into the tile. Her ass tightened up on me, and my hand came down on her ass hard. She cried out in both pleasure and pain, and my hand came down again on her ass. She cried out once again, and I started to move faster as If I was doing the world's smallest squats, thrusting in and out of her ass pussy with a speed that made her cry more and more.
"OH! MISTRESS! MERCY!" Tracy cried out as I continued to thrust in and out of her and felt her legs tremble as I held her in position while spanking her ass while continuing to fuck her ass. It was the epitome of multitasking as I made her cry out, and suddenly she cried out, "I'M CUMMING, MISTRESS~! I'M GOING TO CUMM SO FUCKING HARD~! PLEASE, MISTRESS~!" Her cries echoed, and her ass stopped trembling for a moment before her pussy started to squirt out a clear liquid, and my hand came down on her ass once more, making it ripple just before her asshole tightened and spasmed all over my cock.
Tracy's ass sucked me in deep, making it hard all of a sudden to pull back out, and I had to use more strength to fuck her even harder. Her cries sounded out, and a moment later, she cried out again as I felt myself nearing the edge. "MISTRESS! CUMMING! OH GOD, I CANT HOLD IT!"
A second later, her pussy erupted, and her asshole spasmed, bringing me to the edge, and the smell of urine started to stink up the showers as she lost control of her bladder, as Tracy came all over herself. My leg felt moist, but I was lost in the pleasure as I thrust deep into her, and the world went away for a moment as her asshole sucked my cock deeper into her, and I released my seed deep into her.
Moans and screams seemed so far away as I rolled my eyes back, and the stress of today so far seemed so far away. The moment only lasted only a moment, and I felt the cum still shooting from my balls down into the depths of my skank, and I pulled out slowly and watched her ass twitch as I let her go, and she fell back down onto her back. She moaned, and a small pool of urine and female ejaculate rested around her head, and I sighed.
I stepped away, turned on a shower, and stripped off my bra, panties, and socks. Hopefully, we will have time for another round and cleaning up. Otherwise, I was going to be late for the third period.
Comments
Rodimus Scoop
Great chapter. Something is missing in the GED sentence, maybe go for a GED or take/complete a GED.
Madjic
Yup, but also teenager logic as well is included. I came from a pretty crime ridden highschool and this would be considered snitching. Life is fun isnt it?
oh reporting straight up crimes in progress to the authorities is snitching now huh? I always hate this sentiment of don't snitch, especially if it's applied as liberally as 'dont snitch on someone as distant as mutually disliking classmates' like 'dont snitch on family and CLOSE friends' I would get but that
trufflezz
You could go with 'Snitch' for the title name
Madjic
Hey guys, Tried really hard to bring out a chapter tonight. I went through with my editor and I think I got all the errors. But I have noticed I go through phases where I miss things and I think I am in one. Let me know what you think or if you notice things. Also couldn't think of a chapter name so I would love to hear suggestions. Anyways, Enjoy!
