My eyes fluttered. I clung to her, my body shifting, shuddering. Every blast of her cum sent another wave of passion through me. My thoughts melted as my cunt welcomed every drop of her futa-cum. “Oh, my goddess, I needed that!” I moaned. “Oh, thank you, Stacie.” “You definitely got my vote now,” Stacie moaned. “You're going to be homecoming queen!” “Yes!” I hissed, my pussy clenching around her futa-dick. She pulled slut her cock out of me. I savored the feel of her cum dripping out of my pussy. I drifted to my seat, sank down, and then just let the class pass in an orgasmic daze. I was feeling so high, glad I only had one more class to go. My Final class teen BDSM passed swiftly. I posed with some more futas, started to get horny again, but the school day was swiftly over. I collected my clothes from the president's office, dressed just outside, and waved goodbye to my admires. “I hope you all vote for me!” I said. I blew some blowjob kisses then sauntered home. I had homework to do. I smiled, feeling good about spending my first day naked at deepthroat college. When Dave did get home l greeted him with a big smile then informed him to enjoy the films, he gave me a quick kiss and went to his control room l didn’t see him for 2 hours, when he did appear l was ordered to get on all fours (l was in the lounge at the deepthroat time) the dress blowjob l was wearing was lifted over my bum and the crutch of my knickers ripped to one side, Dave rammed his stiff shaft fully up into my pussy and as he fucked me hard and fast he was calling me his dirty slut bitch the cock loving wife and l don’t know why but l felt teen quite proud of BDSM the title my husband had given me. By the time he actually went to sleep my husband had fucked me 4 times, watching me with the guys was like giving him Viagra. They masturbated while sniffing each other socks and staring madly on their penises, bare feet and socks. I was truly his whore. They’re letting me out in a couple days. I stared down at Lamai's nipples. He forced her to the kitchen table laying her on her back and bound arms. I broke away from her and fled into the classroom. I was really panicking now. Nothing, no physical experience, no bodily torture, could rival the enslavement of her soul. Throw it… I slap her again. I know you want me to have you—and much more.