Julia Pimps Out A Teacher

I was forced to conclude that I was more of a sadist than I would have previously given myself credit for, as I sat in Julia's home, making her wait on me hand and foot. I could have done the same thing with Mabel or Colleen (or Joan, as was increasingly becoming clear), and they would have done it with a smile on their faces. Julia also smiled as she brought me popcorn and then got on her hands and knees to let me use her as a footstool, but she didn't know my actual intent for her, which made it that much sexier. "Goshujinsama, there's something I've been meaning to ask," Julia said.

"Fine," I said, making it clear for the umpteenth time that I didn't like hearing her opinions or thoughts. I don't know if she got off on it or not, but she certainly had to put up with it, and it was that extra little way to crush her under foot.

"Can I have an allowance?"

"Fuck no," I said. She wasn't going to get a single thin red cent of my money.

"Oh, okay," she said, clearly not having expected to get one. "Can you whore me out and give me part of the money? Even just ten perce-"

"No," I interrupted. I'd have gladly done it if she was a Pokegirl, but I didn't want her catching anything, and potentially giving it to me. Dealing with STDs could be expensive, and since my mom ran a hospital, I was more than aware of that.

"Ah... alright, goshujinsama," she said. "I didn't think you would anyway. You seem like the type to be possessive. You're not whoring out Colleen or Mabel, are you?"

"None of your business, bitch," I said, kicking her in the face, making her tilt her head to one side in the process. She twisted it back a moment later, suckling on my bare toe submissively, looking up at me with bedroom eyes, and I pulled my foot back to let it rest on her back again.

"In that case, do you want to fuck Ms. Cantaloupe?"

"Uh, she has enormous tits and glasses, so yeah. Why?" I asked. It was a weird subject change.

"Because I think you could! If you like them, should I start wearing glasses, goshujinsama?" She added.

"No, glasses are for smart girls, and you're a dumb bitch onahole." She nodded along with my words, completely accepting the logic of them. Things like that were obscenely hot, and made me almost regret what I was going to do to her, because it meant I wouldn't be able to enjoy treating her like that any more. Almost. "But why would I be able to fuck her? She's like thirty, she's got no chance of threshholding." For all I knew, she had a boyfriend.

"Yes, goshujinsama, but I found out recently that she's really deep in debt and is having a hard time making ends meet. If you paid her, you could make her your personal fuckmaid! Of course, if you don't want to, that's okay too, it's just an offer, goshujinsama. It would make everybody happy, I think."

"And you love making everybody happy?" I asked. She nodded rapidly, not even seeming to notice the sarcasm in my voice, or else pretending not to. More likely, she had probably planned a way to get some cut of the money from Ms. Cantaloupe. "Yeah. Fuck it. Sounds good to me."

"I'm so happy, goshujinsama," she said, genuinely smiling, and I idly kicked her face, not changing her smile at all. "I found her scrounging for change under the vending machine at school, that's how hard up she is, so don't worry! She'll definitely go for it."

"She'd better, with you making promises like that," I said. "Actually, thinking about her has me hard - I'm going to browse her social media for pics of her while you suck my dick," I said, taking my feet off Julia's back. Instantly, the nude black beauty was on her knees between my legs, slurping my cock hungrily into her mouth, not minding at all that I was paying attention to some other woman, just humming happily at the chance to suck my dick.

It really was too bad. If she'd been a nice girl, with a body like that, and a sex drive like hers, she definitely would have been a keeper. Oh well, I thought, starting to fantasize about Ms. Cantaloupe based on a photo of her at the beach in the bikini, while Julia did her best to suck me dry.

* * *

Ms. Cantaloupe was a genuine beauty, with lovely, caramel skin and huge, fat tits, each about as big as her head. They were big enough you'd have been forgiven for thinking she was a Pokegirl, but no, she was just a plain, ordinary human. Long, dark hair was messy and reached down past her butt, and she wore rimless glasses that made her look extra smart.

I had dismissed Julia before meeting Ms. Cantaloupe - I wanted a moment alone with her first, to confirm that Julia wasn't going to get a thin red cent from the woman. "I'm told that you need money," I said, the two of us having taken seats in her currently-empty classroom. Her at the head desk, me in one of the student desks.

"Yes, that's true," she agreed. "Well. I certainly didn't expect that the man Julia was talking about to be quite so... handsome," she said, with a faint warmth to her smile. It had me pretty much instantly hard. "I'm having some financial troubles, so I was hoping that we could keep this on the 'down low.' It's not too uncommon for teachers to have sex with their students, but they might think that, if I'll have sex with you for money, I might change your grades for money. Which, I won't. I have some professional pride. A little bit." She said, with a smile at her own little joke.

"That's fine," I said. "I'll give you some spending money. What's your food budget look like?"

"Ah, maybe two or three hundred dollars for a month." Wow, she really was fucking hard up, to be budgeting like that. It had probably been a while since she'd so much as visited a fast food joint.

"Uh, alright. And interest on your debts?"

"...about two thousand a month," she admitted.

I whistled. I did some quick mental calculations, using what I knew about teacher's salaries from Mabel, and quickly figured out that she was probably failing to reliably service the debt. Teachers had never been paid well, despite - or perhaps beacuse of - their social necessity. If we say thirty-five thousand a year, subtract out twenty-four thousand for the interest, that leaves eleven thousand for daily needs, which is probably mostly rent and utilities, if any's left over... Esme had helped me learn to do math in my head (and while getting head). Original debt is probably on the order of two or three hundred thousand dollars, if she took the $24k she was spending on interest and put it all towards the principle instead (unlikely), it'd take her ten years to pay off. "I'll pay you a five hundred a week for exclusive use of your body. Take it or leave it."

Her eyes widened at my statement. "That's quite the ask, Mr. Larkspur. Exclusive use of my body? What if I have a boyfriend?"

"Then get the money from him, or dump him," I told her, with a casual shrug. By the way she'd said it, she didn't actually have a boyfriend, and was just trying to get in a crowbar to start negotiating.

"I suppose I don't have much choice, do I?" She let out a faint laugh at that. "Oh well. There are worse things than being the personal whore of such a handsome young man. Do you want to start here and now?"

"Actually, yeah," I said, but I stood up as I said it. "Obviously, I'll be taking that seat you're in, Ms. Cantaloupe," I noted to her, making her flush with color as she smiled and got out of it, letting me sit down. "Let's start with a blowjob. Oh," I added, as she knelt in front of me, making her pause. "Under no circumstances are you to give Julia any of the money you get from me. If she asks for it, threatens you, whatever - tell her that I told you, that my other deals with her are contingent on her not getting anything from you. She'll understand. There's no referral fee or anything like that."

Ms. Cantaloupe furrowed her brow slightly at the comment. Apparently Julia hadn't lead with that - maybe she was planning to blackmail the money out of her? That wasn't going to happen now, at least. "Alright, Mr. Larkspur. Or should I call you Sam?" She asked, as she started to unzip my pants.

"I like Mr. Larkspur. I'll call you Ms. Cantaloupe, too." And not just because I didn't know her first name (though also because of that), but also because getting a blowjob from one of the hottest teachers at the school at her desk... well, if there was a more appropriate time to call the woman Miss, I couldn't think of it. I just lounged back in my chair as my hard cock popped out into open air, and Ms. Cantaloupe stared at it for a moment, her lips slightly parted, clearly very happy to see a cock like this. "Been a while?"

"Mhm," she hummed, leaning forward to give my dick a quick little kiss. "Not a lot of men interested in a woman of my age," she said, wrapping her lips around my cockhead at that, and slowly sliding down my length. She hummed softly, her eyes half-lidded as she enjoyed herself, just swallowing up my cock.

"Every guy at this school wants to fuck your brains out," I told her, and she smiled up at me around my dick, giving it a teasing lick along the underside as she did so. I felt my cock twitch in her throat, threatening to explode at any moment as she quietly wormed her lips around my dick, this lovely, undulating movement.

Keeping my cock in her throat for the moment, she shifted her weight, which made her gorgeous fat tits jiggle, threatening to burst free of their limited confinement. Naturally, since my eyes had been drawn to her tits, my hands reached down for them too, opening her jacket and just accessing her breasts. She sighed softly as my fingers dug into the copious titflesh, enjoying the feeling of breasts significantly larger than even the bustiest girl I'd fucked so far. "You have really nice tits," I told her, my cock still in her mouth. Those gorgeous, warm pillows seemed to shift and bubble in between my fingers as I all but mauled them, and she hummed around my cock in agreement, sending another light wave of pleasure through me.

Then she slid off. It was a slow, languid movement, her tongue slithering back and forth along the underside of my cock, leaving a trail of saliva until she popped off. Her lips gently curled into a smile for just a moment, then she shifted her weight upwards, grabbing one breast in either hand, taking over from me as she just mashed my cock in between her tits. They were so big I couldn't even see my own dick, my length entirely enveloped in her bosom. She stared up at me with a grin, her glasses still on, making her look cute and smart and sexy all at once as her pillowy tits caressed my cock.

I groaned, letting go of her tits and just enjoying the soft sensation of her breasts around my dick. She pressed her forearms into them, tightening their grip on my cock, staring up at me with a smile. "It's quite the compliment, to know that I'm worth five hundred dollars to you," she said, leaning forward to smush her face into her tits - it too her quite a bit, her glasses getting shoved up her face, but soon she managed to find my cock down in the valley of her breasts, her tongue stretching out, slithering to find the very tip of my cock and start to flick at it.

"That's great, Ms. Cantaloupe," I told her, as she hummed pleasantly around my cock, unable to even look at me. I could feel her lips just brush against my tip, and pushed my hips up against her tits, mashing them up against my pelvis and letting another inch - then two, then three - get past her lips. She let out a noise of surprise - then started sucking, slurping on the head of my cock. I couldn't see a damn thing of it, the woman herself hungrily sucking me off, starting to gingerly move her forearms around, altering the pressure. The wet feeling of the valley of her tits was intensified by the shifting pressure, and I groaned softly in reply to the feeling.

"You'll be doing a lot of this. You know I'm a Pet Owner, right?" She nodded - at least, as much as she could nod, in that position. "I've got a number of girls currently competing for a slot in my little harem, but you've got bigger tits than any of them, so I'm definitely going to be enjoying this gift only you can give me. Maybe I'll bring in one of the other girls too, make you share a titwank with her. Any problem with that?" She quietly shifted her head from side to side, and my cock throbbed in her bosom. "That's good. I'll definitely, definitely be enjoying your titfucks a whole lot." I leaned back in my seat, just enjoying the view of her down there, practically smothering herself in her own tits for the sake of my pleasure.

My hand reached down for her head, softly running my fingers through her hair and petting her as she worked me over like that. It was really hot, seeing the teacher that so many guys fantasized about, currently kneeling in between my legs, fat tits smushed around my dick, her mouth hungrily suckling on it, starting to really slurp - then she popped her lips off my cock, shifting her body forward to keep my cock between her breasts as she started to speak. "It's been a long time for me, Mr. Larkspur. It's still good, isn't it? You aren't just saying that?"

"I'm definitely not," I groaned, as her breasts faintly jiggled from the force with which she began to pump them up and down, the saliva from earlier coming out the top or dribbling out the bottom lewdly.

"That's good to hear. It's always nice to hear little compliments like that, so here are a few for you: you're actually one of the more attractive boys in my class. Not the most attractive, but very handsome. I've had a couple naughty fantasies about you," she said, leaning forward to kiss my cock. "Since you're a Pet Owner, and all. Definitely the handsomest one of those. Easy to imagine you just taking me. If I was a bit younger... I'd be trying to get you wrapped around my breasts, so you'd take me on as your pet. Rich, handsome, and a nice, tasty cock, too," she continued.

As she spoke, the pressure on my cock got stronger and stronger, her breasts getting truly mashed against one another, the flesh starting to protrude that little bit more, the more she pushed her forearms into them. She grinned up at me as I cast my head back, twitching idly in place, fingers suddenly scraping along the back of her scalp as a pet turned into some animal thing - then I came. It simply erupted out of my cock, happily spraying all over her chin and tits, giving a thick load to the gorgeous older woman, and she completely wrung me out.

Once I was done coming, she let my cock pop free from her breasts and set about quietly cleaning the cum up from her features and breasts, scooping it out of the valley and hungrily feeding it into her mouth, humming and making quite a show of it, as if my semen was the tastiest thing she'd ever licked up. Watching as that caramel skin was slowly cleaned of semen, her neck and chin and jawline first sticky and white, then slightly shiny from what remained, unable to quite be scooped off... it left me with a still-raging boner by the time she had finished.

For a woman like her, you might have thought the natural way to fuck her was a manner that let you see her tits. They were her best feature, after all. But instead: "Get up. Lean over the desk, show me your ass," I ordered, and soon she was bent over her desk, those bare, fat tits of hers mushed up against it. She wiggled her ass at me, glancing over her shoulder, shooting a glance up over her glasses as I stared at it. She was wearing a skirt that reached halfway down her thighs, and I slid it up, revealing her round butt. It was nice - not as obscenely big as her tits, but still with plenty of size to it, and the same kind of softness under pressure when my fingers sunk into the plush flesh back there for a moment.

"You like it?" She teased, and my cock throbbed in the air. "Like my ass? I guess it's your exclusive plaything, now that I'm your personal whore."

"That's right it is," I said, intensely aroused by her words and the whole situation. I took hold of my cock by the base, and pushed her panties to one side before simply slamming inside her waiting pussy. She let out a hot pant, fingers scraping along her desk, at the sudden intrusion.

"You have no idea, how many times," she began, as I started to pound into her without any real foreplay or build-up, producing a slight squeaking noise as her breasts were pushed back and forth on her metal desk, "I've fantasized, about getting fucked, in exactly, this position, by a student," she told me, and I just groped her ass in response, squeezing the plush flesh that was currently serving as a pillow for my repeated impacts.

"Damn, you're a real freak, huh," I panted out, as I fucked her, just pounding away.

She let out a pant of a laugh at that. "Not as much as Julia," she said, which was true. "Ah, a little- just tilt your hips a little, little lower, yes, yes, fuck, YES!" She screamed out the last word as she came, hard, on my cock, jiggling and bouncing on her desk, legs kicking up into the air and wrapping around me in a snap movement, dragging me deep inside her and holding me down. I groaned at the feeling of her pussy wrapping and squeezing around my cock as she ground herself back against me, wiggling beautifully beneath me, her head cast forward as the pleasure washed through her.

I saw as her glasses clattered down onto the desk and then over the edge onto the floor - and immediately started fucking her again, enjoying watching as her hands briefly flailed out to grab at them. "You don't need to see right now," I told her, grinning a bit at the stupid line. "All you need to do, is get fucked on my cock." She just panted and nodded, giving up on reaching down for her glasses, instead gripping the edge of the desk to keep her body in roughly the same position as I constantly slammed in and out.

"Fuck, this is so, fucking, good," she panted out. "Fuck, I'm glad, Julia, suggested this, to me," she managed to finish off, squirming on my cock.

Hearing anybody talk well of Julia tended to piss me off. Maybe it was partly my own complicated feelings: I hated her, but she was by far one of the most flexible and willing partners I'd ever had, and gorgeous to boot. I could do literally anything to her and not feel the slightest bit bad about it, both because of her masochism and my own hatred for her. In any case, I didn't like hearing praise for her, so I decided to prevent it. "Don't call her that."

"H, huh?" She panted, tilting her head back to glance at me, squinting without her glasses.

"From now on, you'll call her Ms. Chokable in classes. I'll tell her not to complain about the mistake." It was as degrading as I could get it without being blatant. "Outside of classes, when it's the two of us, or the two of you, or otherwise some little group - you're under no circumstances to call her by her name. She's Bitch. That might as well be her name. I might make her legally change it, then you can call her that in classes too. Got it?"

"Y-yes, Mr. Lark, spur," she said, before coming again, moaning and thrashing on the desk, making it squeak and slide back and forth. I just groaned and bottomed out inside her, enjoying the way her body twitched beneath me, her pussy squeezing and milking my cock expertly. When her orgasm was finished, I grabbed her thighs and forcibly corkscrewed her around, letting me get a good look at her flushed features and fat breasts as they slumped only slightly from gravity against her body.

"Don't worry, she likes it," I lied. I didn't know if she actually would enjoy that kind of public humiliation, but I'd enjoy it, and my opinion was the only one that matters. Ms. Cantaloupe managed only a nod and a sputter as I immediately started fucking her, hard. "Do you have any sexy costumes at your home? Maybe a maid outfit?" She shook her head, her brow furrowing. Dumb question, in retrospect - obviously the deeply in-debt woman didn't have spare clothes. "That's no problem. Give me your sizes. I'll buy you one. Give me your sizes when we're done - you'll be roleplaying a fuckmaid soon enough."

"Yes, sir," she managed to get out, her voice breathless as she got fucked.

"No, when you're a teacher, it's Mr. Larkspur. And when you're a fuckmaid, it's Master." She nodded, moaning softly and tilting her head from side to side, shifting her hips subtly beneath me, clearly chasing after her own pleasure.

That's how I fucked her. I outlined an increasingly absurd set of ideas, for what I might make her do now that she was my personal use whore. I already had Julia to mistreat, so my fantasies instead leaned towards the dominant and even loving rather than sadistic - making my fat-titted teacher go out in public on a date with me. Having her dress up as a schoolgirl while I played the teacher. Having her suck me off while she was grading papers, just sticking my dick in her face as she leaned over her desk, trying to keep an eye on the papers out of the corner of her eye. She liked them all, clearly having fantasized quite a lot about getting fucked and dominated by a student - and I was perfectly happy to fulfill those fantasies.

When I finally let go inside her pussy, she had come a dozen times, and was a sweaty, out of breath mess, her juices dribbling down onto her desk. I pulled out and slumped down in her chair, admiring her naked body, her legs dangling off the edge limply, hair trailing down the opposite side. It was hot, but I needed a chance to catch my breath, and so did she.

She was actually the first one to recover, which I suppose made sense, since I was the one doing all the work. She leaned up on the desk unsteadily. "That was great, Mr. Larkspur. More?" It was a prompt, a hint of desire in it, but she was clearly willing to wait on it.

"Put your glasses back on and suck me off. You made me do all the work," I noted, reaching out with one hand to grope her tit, just maliciously squeezing the thing, earning a soft pant of pleasure from the woman. "You can do the work this time."

"Yes, Mr. Larkspur," she agreed, going around the desk to collect her glasses. She slunk down to her knees shortly, half naked, my cum dripping out of her sex, and started to suck me off. I just leaned back and enjoyed her blowjob. She was a pretty damn good fellatrix.

When the blowjob finally finished, me spraying my cum into her mouth as she hummed happily at the flavor, I gave her the agreed upon five hundred bucks. "Get yourself cleaned up," I said, as I tucked away my dick and zipped up my pants. "I'll be seeing you again, soon."

"Yes, Mr. Larkspur. Thank you, Mr. Larkspur," she added, and somehow she put just the perfect inflection on it, coming off like a student that was speaking to a teacher in that obedient, almost robotic way that a teacher's pet might.

I wound up fucking her on her desk again as a consequence, unwilling to take the time to find some other outlet for the sudden surge of my libido that she caused.