2 comments/ 12050 views/ 8 favorites Confessions of an Addict Ch. 02 By: LucidlyConfused I slipped my hand down to my pussy feeling my arousal and let out a muffled moan. I started with my clit I always start with my clit, giving it a gentle rub and slowly adding pressure until I am soaked, only then do I penetrate. I like to get off slowly, feel the rise of my pending orgasm, enjoy the sounds, the dry guttural moans and the wet cascade of my ejaculation, but in this moment I don't have the time. I am in the last stall in the bathroom bringing myself off quickly in between classes. This will be my second orgasm of the day and it needs to be quick. I begin to rub my clit hard and with a quickened pace enjoying the rush of my stolen moment. My breath gets labored quickly while I suppress my moans in fear of being discovered. I reach under my shirt and pinch my nipples to hasten my climb, I can't be late again. I can feel my pending orgasm in my gut, biting my lip to hide my pleasure when two girls walk in. "I don't know what he wants from me, I mean I go to class most days and I'm not failing and he still took my car." The first girl complained. "Yeah my parents are such assholes they want me to stay at my aunt's house when they go out of town, I told them I'm freaking 18 I can take care of myself for a few days!" Said the second girl. I quickly slipped my foot out of my pants and propped my legs on the walls of the stall and slipped my fingers deep inside my needy pussy. This was not the first time I have had company during one of my sessions and the thrill made the orgasm hit so much harder, although due to the mess I was bound to make I had to wait until they left to cum in fear of them hearing the splash. "Oh so you never told me, what happened with Derek after the party?" The second girl asked her voice tinged with excitement and innuendo. I slowed down and listened I knew I was about to hear a sex story and I did not want to miss a word. "Wellllll" she dragged on attempting to build the suspense. "We left the party and we went for a ride in his Camaro which by the way was super cool. He took me to the park and said he wanted to go for a walk so we did, the whole time talking about how much fun college was going to be." "C'mon skip to the good part I know you guys did something you have been all grins ever since so stop stalling and spill it." The second girl interrupted. She laughed and proceeded to tell the story while I was on the cusp of my own relief straining to hold back. "We were making out on a bench and he was getting me so wet with his smooth kissing and his perfectly placed hands I knew I was his. He started to bite on my neck a bit and he put my hand on his cock and yes it was big, huge even. I fished it out of his pants and started to stroke him while we made out. I wanted to suck him off so I did right there on the bench." She swooned pausing for dramatic effect while the bell was going off. "I really wanted to see if I could get him off but he pulled me off of his dick, got up and just bent me over the table." "Oh my god that sounds so hot" the second girl interjected. "You have no idea he was in full control and he knew it. What was hot was how he just bent me over, lifted my dress and pulled my panties to the side to fuck me. He grabbed my waist and just started pounding, I t felt so good but it hurt he was so rough with me. He fucked me until he came and he took me home." She said as if it was something to be proud of. I knew she had just been used, she didn't even mention that she got off. I knew she was just his plaything and that he had no attachment to her but yet I was soaked. I wanted to be her so very badly. I wanted to be used like she had been; I wanted to feel a man inside me even if he only cared about his own release. My pending orgasm was getting harder and harder to fight off while I continued to listen to them chatter. It only took a few more moments for them to start heading out and it became a guessing game of what was going to happen first my orgasm or the door closing behind them. I did not stop and let my orgasm take over me as I slammed my feet down and leaned forward biting my lip while my pussy squirted directly into the toilet in a few small busts. I rode the waves of my orgasm holding my breath the entire time lucky that the girls had cleared the restroom while I finished. After my pleasure had subsided I got dressed washed my hands and went to class a whopping ten minutes late. My teacher scolded me and planned on giving me a write up but I didn't mind at all I was already planning my next bathroom break. Since discovering masturbation I had become a certified fiend for orgasms and sexual situations. I watched porn regularly and masturbated frequently sometimes five times a day. Unlike all the rest of the girls in my little backwoods town I, being a late bloomer was still a virgin and I knew I needed to change that. My only focus was on finding someone to fuck me and soon, but there was a problem I was attempting to be picky and against my competition I was as plain as they come so I was having no luck. I knew if I just asked I could probably land someone but I didn't want to be portrayed as a slut, not yet anyway I was still young in my addiction. I spent my time in class imagining letting the boys have their way with me even sometimes the teachers and while my grades have suffered due to my lack of attentiveness I spent the entire day horny and that was all I really cared about. I ended up cumming two more times that day each time imagining it was me on that bench with Derek and I knew it was time to make a move. My luck changed on my way to my morning release when I literally bumped into our class president Chris. He was a jock type, really cocky and extremely popular which was the only reason he was class president. He was the type of guy I used to look down upon, the type of guy that would never know what an AP class was but was guaranteed a football scholarship. He was the type of guy that would spend as much time as he could getting by on his athleticism and good looks and two months ago he disgusted me but today I want his cock. I was in a rush to get to the bathroom, I needed to cum and I had to do it slowly, I was coming to terms with my decision to cut class when I rounded a corner and bumped directly into a letter jacket and what felt like a wall which not only impeded my progress but put me flat on my ass. "Uh sorry I wasn't paying attention" I said without looking up starting to gather my dropped books. "Yeah I don't know how you could have missed me" he replied in his usual cocky manner. I wanted to call him a jerk and was about to when I looked up at him and my mind screamed at me and proceeded to formulate a plan to get what I needed from him. I needed him to like me to want me but how? I smiled at him "I don't know how I missed you at all I can be so clumsy sometimes" I decided to try the airhead damsel in distress approach. A bit of flattery, a small conflict inflated by my inability to do for myself and a willingness to inflate his ego should work, I've seen a couple of girls pull it off in some form or another but most of my in depth research on the topic has come from bad porn acting so this was going to take a bit of work. "Its fine I was in a bit of a hurry myself let me help you up" reaching down to lift me he was obviously checking out my body I was glad I wore a skirt today even though it was only for easy access on my part. "Wow you are really strong thank you, my name is Amber by the way." I felt stupid but determined, if this is what I had to do then so be it. His muscular frame was so arousing and I could only imagine the type of force he could put behind a thrust. His deep blue eyes were something you only expected to see in some kind of action movie protagonist I had to make this work today would be the day. I held my hand out palm down with one leg bent and turned inward as if I was a bit nervous and shy meeting him for the first time. I could see it in his eyes the moment he decided I was easy prey. "Nice to meet you Amber, the name is Chris, are you new I don't think I have ever seen you around before?" Bending forward to plant a small kiss on my hand like he was the most charming person in the world I wanted to gag but I chuckled and pulled my hand away quickly when I looked down and noticed his keys on the floor. "No I'm not new I just keep to myself, and I know who you are Chris, Mr. President." I tried to sound as sultry as possible without coming across like I was intentionally vying for his attention I fear I had failed in that endeavor so I quickly picked up his keys. "Were you going somewhere Mr. President?" "As a matter of fact I was" he said reaching for his keys only to have me snatch them back out of his reach and giggling at him. "Where are you going, is Chris our class president cutting class?" I said with mock surprise "Who knew you were such a bad boy Mr. President?" every time I called him Mr. President his head grew an inch and I knew I had him right where I wanted him but yet I had no clue how to keep this going I was running out of clever lines. "I do a lot of bad things Amber" he said closing the distance between us causing me to inhale deeply "like right now I am going to take those keys and leave so I can go home and smoke a joint and drink a bit so I'm ready to party tonight. A good girl like you wouldn't know anything about that now would you?" He was inches away from me and had me with my back to the wall, I imagine he thought it would be sexy to get that close to me and to my surprise it was, I can feel my panties getting wetter as he asserted this little bit of dominance over me. I just stood there staring at his smile and his eyes imagining kissing him and fucking him for what seemed like an eternity, he grabbed his keys from my hand never breaking eye contact snapping me back into reality. "No I don't know about any of that but I bet you could teach me how to be a bad girl?" His smile widened as he was sure he had secured a victory "Sure come with me and we will see if the good girl is all talk or really wants to be bad." I was brimming with excitement as he led me down the hall towards the parking lot sneaking past classroom windows and out the door. I was actually having fun ducking and dodging the roaming administrators and making it to his car out of breath and filled with adrenaline. I had never cut a day of school and as a matter of fact before recently I had never been late I was awarded perfect attendance year after year and here I was about to cut class with some jock in hopes of letting him fuck my brains out I smiled I was enjoying what I was becoming. The car ride was quick about 15 minutes in total of him trying to impress me with how fast his car went and how edgy his music was. I was attempting to curtail my frustration I hadn't waited this long to get off in weeks and my pussy knew it I needed to move quickly. His house was a lot nicer than the one I lived in he obviously came from a family with a bit of money and he was proud of this fact showing me around. I stopped him as we got to the back yard "Your house in nice and befitting of a president like yourself but all this was gained from your parents being good, you were supposed to show me how to me bad, don't tell me you changed your mind?" Shit I let my frustration get to me and dropped the ditzy act I should have acted impressed and in awe of all the nice things I blew it. I was sure he would be turned off by my slight underhanded aggression but instead he smiled and scooped me up and threw me over his shoulder as I let out a quick yelp of surprise. "You want to be a bad girl you are going to be a bad girl" he laughed while carrying me up the stairs like a caveman returning home with his prize, like he owned me, like I had no say in the matter and it turned me on immensely. I was worried he would notice how wet I was too quickly since I could feel my skirt coming up and exposing my soaked panties. He dropped me on his bed and took off his jacket while we both laughed. "You are a pretty interesting girl Amber I guess you just needed an interesting guy to bring it out of you" his compliment which was meant more for himself then me still made me smile, he had no idea. He gathered a small box that had all of his smoking gear in it most of which I had no clue what it did and lit what looked like a fat cigarette. I had never smoked before and was interested on what the effects would be but I still had a plan to execute so while he smoked I kicked off my shoes and laid my head in his lap looking up at him waiting my turn. The next couple of minutes were full of coughing and giggles as I experienced my first high and although I only smoked it twice I knew I loved the feeling. I was a whole lot less calculated but I still knew what I wanted so I went for it. "I like being a bad girl Mr. President, do you like it when I am a bad girl?" I could tell my tone was a bit more sarcastic then sultry but hopefully his high would prevent him from noticing. We laid down after we put his joint out so I rolled on top of him looking him directly in the eyes hoping his ego and libido would do the rest. "I love it when you are a bad girl but the question still remains how bad are you? I bet you never sucked a dick before have you good girl?" It was less than smooth but it served its purpose he got out what he wanted and gave me an opportunity to try something I had only watched on the internet. I slipped my hand down to his crotch and squeezed his already hardening cock through his shorts. "Why don't I suck your dick and you tell me if I have done it before Mr. President" I began to unbuckle his pants while I kissed him slowly enjoying the taste of his mouth and the feeling of his tongue in mine. He kissed slowly and with purpose, his tongue trailed my lips as his ran his hand through my brunette hair. For being such a brute everything about this moment was so very sensual, but that's not what I wanted. I finally fished his cock out of his pants and was eager to take a look at it but having a hard time breaking away from his face so I stroked it. Our tongues danced as he moaned in my mouth I slowly stroked his cock up and down learning everything I could from how it felt. It felt big in my hand considering I had nothing to compare it to other then what I already discovered was the super large dicks in porn videos. I broke his kiss momentarily and he still had his eyes closed enjoying my strokes, I just watched him as his face portrayed ecstasy. I had never felt so powerful in my life I controlled him in this very moment and It was intoxicating. "Tell me what you want Mr. President, tell me how you want me to be a bad girl for you" I whispered in his ear trying to hand back the reigns of control to him. I still had not looked at the dick in my hand that was beginning to leak pre cum that I desperately wanted to taste. "Strip I want you naked, then I want you to suck this presidential dick." His tone was one of determination as if he was trying to convince himself of the control he wanted to portray but even so I followed orders. I rubbed the head of his cock with one finger collecting as much of his precum as I could and stuck it in my mouth and sucked it obscenely all while maintaining eye contact with him. I had to fight the urge to lick his cock and get more the taste was amazing a bit salty but still had a sweet taste to it I wanted more. I stood up and got my first good look at his cock it was from what I guessed a good 6 inches and more slim then I had seen on the internet but it would most definitely do for my first time. I slowly removed my shirt followed by my skirt and then turned around to take off my bra. I had seen this exact striptease in porn once so I copied it to the letter and I unclasped my bra moved it off my shoulders and held the cups in place and turned around to find him already stripped naked. "Tell me you want to see them Mr. President" "Take it off and suck this dick you undercover slut" he demanded with his ego taking over his mouth not even in the slightest worried that what he said would offend me. He was right and It turned me on to hear him call me a slut so I rewarded him by dropping my hands and exposing my breasts to him and immediately pinching my nipples and giving them a slight tug hoping he would remember to do it later. I hooked my panties and began to drop them over my waist when he stopped me. "Wait I will take those off for now you do what I said and suck my dick...slut." his confidence was soaring and it was a huge turn on I was ready for him to take me. "Mmmhmm Yes sir Mr. President I will do exactly as you say, your bad girl will be a good slut for you." His dick jumped slightly while I let those words roll off my tongue and leaned forward to him crawling on the bed my mouth already open to receive his cock. I grabbed it at the base and licked up its length watching his reaction. He watched me intently so I put on a show of planting kisses up his shaft slowly and giving the head a deep kiss letting it slip past my lips momentarily and pulling it back out. I could taste his cum again such a distinct flavor I stuck my tongue out and licked his hole to gather more while he moaned for me. Unfortunately this instance did not yield the results I wanted so I began to suck his cock deeply stroking at the same time. I did everything I had seen before sucking and slurping, sucking and stroking, I attempted a deep throat while I massaged his balls. I was not going to let my first try at sucking dick go without practicing everything I had learned. "Oh you are such a good slut, yes suck it, don't stop." His moans and the frequent expulsion of precum turned me into the slut of his dreams. My pussy was on fire but I resisted the urge to touch it I wanted to be a good slut and in this moment his word was all that mattered. "Oh... I'm... gonna... ugh" his incoherent moans let me know what was happening. Right before I felt his cock pulse in my mouth. I stroked his cock in the rhythm of his pulses was his cock exploded in my mouth I felt stream after stream of his cum filling my mouth to the point I had to let some drip out back on to his cock before I rolled it around in my mouth and swallowed. It was absolutely perfect and sent me into a frenzy as I sucked his cock and stroked cleaning up every bit of cum he released while attempting to force more to come out. He continued to moan although I was paying him no attention all I wanted was his cum. "Oh StopStopStopStop...ugh..Stop...whew give me a minute, you...have definitely...done that before...whew damn" his breathing was ragged but his face was full of pleasure I had done well I was a good slut but I wasn't done. I climbed up to him and lay on his chest still holding his cock, which I was glad was still hard. I giggled in his ear still giddy from my performance and the high. "My panties are soaked for you maybe you should take them off." My confidence was through the roof and I did not fear anything. I did not fear the pain that would come from giving him my virginity, I did not fear what he could possibly think of me , I only needed him to use me as an object for his pleasure I suppose the only thing I feared was him telling me no. He rolled over on top of me kissing me passionately and fondling my breasts roughly remembering to pinch my nipples and tug. I moaned loudly at his touch, every second was a lifetime of pleasure, an eternity of bliss. I lifted my hips trying to grind my pussy against the cock I needed so very badly, "fuck me Mr. President fuck me please," I begged him as he placed firm bites on my neck. He continued his foreplay and I grabbed my panties and started to slide them down he immediately grabbed my wrist and pinned them over my head with his muscular arms. Confessions of an Addict Ch. 02 "I said that was my job now don't move again or you get nothing slut, are you going to be a good slut and listen?" His tone was commanding tipped with a bit of annoyance, his eyes filled with lust and fire melting me with his gaze I would do whatever he asked me in this very moment. "Yyess...I...will...be a good slut for you Mr. President, I won't move," his commands and the tugging on my nipples almost seemed like enough to push me over the edge I could already feel my orgasm rising. I knew what I needed but I had no idea giving him this kind of control would influence me like this. I waited patiently breathing in deep as he played with my body bringing me to the edge but never letting me get to the point of an orgasm. I was unsure if he was skilled or just lucky, his tongue trailed down my body stopping only to plant a kiss sending shivers up my body which seemed to radiate in my erect nipples. His hands finally made it to my soaked panties and he teased them slowly off of me letting me feel every second of the wet fabric unlatching itself from my skin. He blew softly on my clit after my pussy was exposed causing me to inhale sharply he gave me no instance to catch my breath before his tongue was in my pussy. His licks were haphazard and seemingly random but I enjoyed it, my hips left the bed and I moaned for him consistently fighting for breath. He grabbed my thighs to keep me still and began to tongue fuck me slipping it in and out of my soaked hole pushing me over the edge making me scream as the first wave of my long overdue orgasm came crashing down. "OHMYGOD YES YES OHMYGOD DON'T STOP UGH!!" This had been the most powerful orgasm I had ever felt and it kept coming, my pussy spasmed and squirted catching him by surprise. I could hear him laughing amidst the haze, he said something but I could not hear him I could only feel the smaller waves crashing the shore of pleasure until I felt the head of his cock slowly penetrating me. It was almost too much feeling his cock splitting me while my walls still shivered but I embraced it spreading as wide as I could inviting him inside of me this was my moment. He pushed his cock into me slowly most likely thinking my screams and moans were those of pleasure. The moment he was finally deep inside me he grabbed my nipples and slipped his cock out of me and slammed it back in pinching my nipples as hard as he could. He wanted to fuck me like a slut and I welcomed it through the pain I was feeling letting it give way to the soon coming pleasure. "Yes please" were the only words I was able to manage as he took me roughly and with little regard to my tears. His thrusts did not slow he pulled my nipples straight back in his fists using them as leverage to thrust deep inside of me. His sweat dripped onto my body adding to my lust for him watching him take me how he wanted was enough to have me on the verge once more. I could feel it starting in my stomach then he let my nipples go and pulled his cock out of me. "NO DON'T STOP" I almost cried. "Just turn over..wait is that blood? Are you on your period or something? You could have warned me I would have put a towel down or something I mean damn." He was obviously frustrated but I couldn't let him stop and I didn't want to tell him the truth. So I quickly turned over and wiggled my ass at him. "A little blood going to stop you from blowing my mind Mr. President?" He seemed to think about it for a moment and then just grabbed my hips and thrust into me hard letting my pussy get used to his size once more. "You know I love when you call me that." "Ooooh shit Mr. Preeesident I love the way you fuuuuuuckkk meeeee!" I moaned out fueling his ego just enough for him to resume fucking me hard and fast. "That's right slut this pussy is mine, say it!" he yelled slapping my ass officially sending me into my second orgasm. "This pussy...is...ugh...YOURS!!" my orgasm squeezed his cock and the rush of fluids a lot weaker than before allowed him to stay inside of me and I felt his cock throb on rhythm with my spasms he was cumming inside of me and it only drove my orgasm to new heights. The room was filled with the symphony of pleasure we both moaned and rode our orgasm together. I collapsed exhausted and he followed suit next to me and we both struggled to catch our breath. I looked over at him and he smiled at me "You are such a bad girl and I love it, let's get cleaned up and smoke again." "No I am a good slut" In that moment I knew what I was and I did not care I felt proud. I loved cum I loved fucking and I loved feeling like I was an object and I would not feel bad about it from this day forward I knew I was an addict. Confessions of an Addict Ch. 03 Authors note: Thanks to all of you who have read my previous two stories I hope you like this one! If you love it or if you hate it leave a comment let me know I am still new at this—feedback is welcomed. Enjoy. Thank you so very much to SlaveGirl70 for the invaluable advice and the editing. ***** I waited all week for this moment all week to get Chris alone in a bed—not in a bathroom stall in between classes, not in a closet at some party—in his room where we could truly let loose. He lay on the bed, already down to his boxers; a little tipsy from the party we just left but still puffing on a joint. His chiseled frame had a slight glow to it from the lamp, his abs and pecs cast shadows across his body as he inhaled deeply, staring at me, waiting for me. His eyes were glossy and red from his intoxicated state and yet they still looked impossibly deep. I could see his cock pressing against his boxers as he watched me strip slowly for him. I wanted him to savor this moment as he peered at me through a cloud. I wore a simple flowered sundress with spaghetti straps and flip-flops which I immediately kicked off. I rubbed my body tenderly, allowing my hands to caress my curves, turning around bending over slightly to give him a view of my ass. I never wore panties when I was around him. It was a rule I made up for myself and I had been so consistent with it he believed I never wore them. I smoothed my dress along my ass and moaned as I raised the back of my dress up slightly just to expose a bit and let it go. "What would you like to see, Mr. President?" I used his class president title at all times no matter who we were around—it was another rule I made up for myself. Not only did it inflate his ego, it turned me on to say it with nothing but lust dripping off my tongue. "Show me those tits, baby," he moaned. He wasn't as commanding as he used to be, but I let him slide for the time being. Hopefully a tease and more smoking would frustrate him enough to take me like he should. I slowly dipped one shoulder and let the strap fall, pulling my arm from it and letting the dress fall slightly on the right side only, exposing more of my back to him. "That's not my name Mr. President," I said, slowly turning around and dropping my other shoulder out of my dress, cupping my breast to keep the dress up and them hidden from him until I got what I needed. "Who am I, Mr. President?" I asked as sexily as I possibly could even though I hated reminding him of what I needed from him. He exhaled heavily, "Show me those tits, SLUT. I'm tired of playing this game with you." I immediately dropped the dress to my waist and leaned forward, using my arms to keep the dress up while I twisted my nipples for him. I wanted to show him that if he did what I liked, he got what he wanted. But he didn't always get the picture. I was far too horny to let him mess this up, so I teased him more. "Oh really, Mr. President? Are you tired of fucking your good slut, or do you want to see more? Please Mr. President, tell me you want to see more. My pussy is so ready for you, please don't be mad at me." I feigned a subtle hurt tone into my tease, hoping he would have enough of the baby act and just take me. Instead, it had the opposite effect. He got up from the bed, put his joint out and gathered his arms around me, pulling me to his chest. His embrace was tender and his heartbeat strong, as he held me and whispered in my ear how he could never be mad at me. He lifted my chin to meet his eyes and kissed me passionately running a hand through my hair holding the back of my head as our tongues danced. I held his back letting my dress fall, giving him the emotional embrace he desired. He began to lean me down on the bed, only breaking contact for a moment to remove his boxers and position himself on top of me. His cock was swollen and ready—I knew he was ready to take me, so I did not resist him. I inhaled deeply as he bit my neck lightly and followed it with kisses, I arched my back to have my chest meet his and spread my legs wide for him while lightly scratching his back, letting my body beg him for the cock inches from my waiting slit. It was I who was taking the teasing now as he moved from one side of my neck to the other, threatening to leave a hickey but never quite getting close enough, no matter how hard I held his head in place to encourage him to mark me. "Ooooh yes, fuck me Mr. President, please take your slut," I moaned softly into his ear and lifted my hips to meet the tip of his cock. His lips met mine once more as he pressed himself inside me slowly, sliding in to the hilt. He paused as he hit the peak of his penetration and once again began exploring my mouth with his tongue, passionately and deliberately. His strokes began slowly and went deep while he breathed in what I exhaled, keeping his face in consistent contact with mine, his eyes looking deep into mine showing all of the emotion he was attempting to relay. I knew in that moment I was not his slut anymore; he was falling in love with me. I moved my hips and dug my nails into his back causing him to moan into my mouth. "Harder, please. Fuck me like you never want to fuck anyone else ever again," I begged him, looking deep into his eyes and playing off of his emotional state, hoping he would at least get a little rough and fuck me with passion. His thrusts slowly picked up pace while I encouraged him to show me how much he wanted me. His sweat dripped off of his body lubricating the little space between us as he picked up speed and power. I wrapped my legs around his waist opening myself completely to his thrusts and moaned for him to never stop. My orgasm was rising slowly; he pushed me closer and closer to the edge with every thrust into my tight slit. I could hear nothing but our ragged breathing and his pelvis slapping against mine causing even his bed to moan in encouragement. The entire room smelled like weed, sweat, and my wet pussy and it would only get headier when I came. I looked up at the ceiling taking in every stimulating moment when I felt his cock begin to throb in my pussy, signaling his impending eruption. I absolutely loved the way a throbbing cock felt filling my pussy with its seed. I loved the moment it began and the force of the last thrust pushing the first squirt deep inside of me. I loved squeezing his cock with my pussy while he came just to ensure I felt every second and every spasm as he showed ownership of the pussy he just fucked. Unfortunately, this wasn't one of those times. "Come with me," he moaned into my ear frantically as if he was holding back just to hear me come on command. Up until this point I had always managed to come from his dick, even those times he was not as forceful or lasted as long as I would like, but in that moment I wasn't ready. He was intoxicated, and I knew as soon as he finished he would be out like a light and I would have to take care of myself. So I did what I never thought I would have to do or had ever done before, and did my best to fake it, hoping his intoxicated state would prevent him from knowing. "UGH...yes Mr. President, I'm cumming!" I did my best to spasm a bit and tighten my muscles, waiting to feel his cum and hoping it would actually send me other the edge and validate my deception. "I'm...going...to...UGGAAAAH" He screamed while leaning back removing his cock, spraying my torso with his batter. He shot rope after rope onto my slender body while I moaned for him, attempting to portray recovering from an orgasm as best I could. He collapsed next to me, moaning and mumbling incoherently to himself, or to me. Whichever it was, I did not understand a word. "That was great! Do you want to go again? I'll roll you a joint first, if you want?" I asked, knowing his response would be limited. "Ugh...grumble...mornin'...pussy...night..." I exhaled deeply and looked at myself covered in his seed, watching it pool in my belly button, and for the first time being left unsatisfied on many levels. I dipped my finger into the pool of cum, collecting a good portion, and stuck it in my mouth. I savored his taste while I began to formulate a plan to get a new cock. I was a good slut, and at this point I knew I was being wasted on Chris alone. I gathered more cum, slipped my hand down to my pussy and started with my clit. I always started with my clit. Since first fucking Chris I had grown to be very popular, thanks to him making sure to "claim" me at school as his girlfriend. Popularity came with supposed friends but a lot more enemies, and I missed moving around basically invisible. On the upside, I got to meet quite a few guys and the one I was in contact with the most was Bryan, who also happened to be Chris's best friend. Bryan was much like Chris in that they both had the tough guy bravado down pat and were complete airheads, although very much athletically inclined. Bryan was of some form of Hispanic descent, giving him brown eyes and a light caramel complexion. Chris and Bryan were nearly inseparable, and I often hung out with them both when we skipped class and after school. Bryan was my next target, and I believed I had formulated a plan that would work, so I just waited for the opportunity to present itself. The opportunity came faster than I thought. It was almost a full week after the faking incident, which I affectionately dubbed "Oscar night". After our first class I met the boys in the hallway and while it was the usual time I got a quick dose of cock, Chris decided he wanted the three of us to cut class instead. His favorite on-campus place to hang out was the varsity locker room on the other side of the gym. It was honestly a great place to cut class—it was always empty during the day, plus it was out of the way so you wouldn't get seen if you needed to go to the bathroom or something while you were cutting. We made our way quickly to the locker room and flipped on the lights while the boys laughed about some completely ridiculous joke that must have only made sense to them. The locker room was five rows of lockers wide each separated by a few feet and two changing benches. The floor was tile and it had a large open shower to the back and around a corner. There was a small coach's office right before the showers with a large glass window into the locker room. Why a coach would want to watch his team change I would never know, but I did not design the place. We decided to hang out in the coach's office since it had a three-cushion couch and a desk chair. I cuddled in close to Chris while the boys bragged about who was the better football player, and I saw my opening while Bryan was bragging about his number of yards statistic. "So, football is great and all, but I know one thing Mr. President's got that's better than you Mr. uh... Yardage!" I exclaimed, and met with laughter over my impromptu name decision for Bryan. "Oh yeah, what's that? So what he's class president, it's not like he actually does anything. Now, yards on the field mean something to those college scouts, so he's got nothing," Bryan teased, letting his ego lead him directly where I needed him. "Psh please, you think girls care about yards? The answer is no! I bet you Mr. President here has got you beat where it counts," I said, patting the inside of Chris's thigh, eliciting a smile from him and a bit of an uncomfortable shift in Bryan which he immediately covered up with an over-exaggerated laugh. "PUH-LEASE! There is no way he has got a bigger dick than me; I bet I am bigger soft than he is rock solid!" Bryan joked. "Whatever man, your mom wasn't saying that when I banged her the other night." Chris retorted. I had to keep myself from rolling my eyes at their perceived, "witty" banter, and went in for the kill. "Well then boys, why don't we prove it then and settle this right here, right now? You both get hard and whip 'em out. I am so sure Mr. President has got a bigger cock then you that if your cock is bigger, not only will you have that to hang over his head, I will get down and suck you off right now," I announced, only to be interrupted by Chris. "Excuse me!?" Of course, now he wants to get rough, I thought as I pulled my arm from his grasp, wrapped them around his neck and whispered in his ear. "C'mon, Mr. President. I've choked on that cock several times. That cock has made me scream on several occasions, there is no way he is bigger. I want to show him how good you are so he can stop trying to talk about you and this football thing. Nobody is better than MY Mr. President." I ended my speech with a kiss to the cheek and he finally looked convinced. I had done it. "Uh-oh, it looks like MR. PRESIDENT is scared," Bryan laughed. "Ok, deal. On one condition, WHEN I win, you have to sit there with your limp dick out and watch ME get sucked off!" Chris said. I almost wanted to jump and start clapping—either way I was going to win. Bryan nodded his head, considering the bet, and stuck his hand out "Deal. Shake on it and get ready to be embarrassed—if you shake my hand there is no going back. One of us is getting sucked off right here, right now." Chris hesitated for only a moment and shook his hand. I watched as they held hands and smirked at each other, both likely wondering how this would end. They let go and immediately stuck their hands in their respective pants to get ready for the show. I reached into Chris's pants and began stroking for him while staring at Bryan with my own smirk. We stood in silence for a few moments before Bryan broke the silence. "You ready yet or are you too nervous to keep it up?" "I got it man, on the count of three and don't bitch out." Chris said sliding me out of the way and beginning the countdown. "One," counted Bryan. "Two," Chris chimed in. "THREE!" I almost yelled, excited and already wet from being gambled like this. The room froze and tension grew instantly as they both looked at each other's cock and back at their own. A large smile formed on the mouth of the victor, but not a word was said as they both looked at me. Bryan had won and by a full inch and a half at least in length and plenty in girth. Chris's cock paled in comparison, and I was doing my best not to show I was drooling and wet. I simply reached for the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head while Bryan pulled his pants all the way to his ankles and sat back down in the chair grinning the entire time. Chris, humbled by his defeat, almost sunk into the couch refusing to look at either of us. I kicked off my shoes and undid my pants while Bryan drank me in with nothing more than lust in his eyes. I walked over to him naked and let him look at me as I spread my legs slightly and bent at the waist to grip his hard cock. It even felt stronger, the veins more defined, the head imposing and daring me to attempt to swallow it—I couldn't wait. I stroked his cock slowly with one hand and reached back to my pussy with the other. I knew eventually Chris would look at us, he would see my spread pussy waiting for him and my first threesome would begin. I leaned my head down and licked the tip of Bryan's cock it tasted like victory and sweat. I licked around his head, teasing him slowly, making sure to show him that I was enjoying it, not feeling obligated. I coated the large head with a layer of saliva and took it into my mouth, sucking it gently, allowing my lips to hug the curve of his head becoming his shaft. I slowly stroked him causing him to groan deeply. I swung my ass left to right, attempting to lure Chris out of his funk while I slowly strummed away at my needy slit. I took more of Bryan's thick cock in my mouth—attempting to swallow as much as I could while my mouth got used to the size. My lower back ached; I had underestimated the strain of bending at the waist. It looked so easy on video. I slurped on his cock and bobbed my head up and down working his cock with all I had, attempting to get lost in the spectacular feeling of my tongue learning every inch. I was about to give up on Chris when I heard Bryan get excited. "Hell yeah, man! That's what I'm talking about—let's tag team this slut!" I heard a high five exchanged over me and then felt Chris's hands grabbing my waist. His grip was firm. He was clearly not going to let his masculinity be called into question and his feelings hurt and not take it out on me. I would have smiled if my mouth weren't full, so I sucked harder anticipating the cock about to enter me. He slammed his cock into me, sending me forward and thrusting Bryan's cock down my throat. I gagged and spit onto his cock, stroking him while I was getting pounded by Chris like he should have always been doing. "You don't get to stop, slut," Bryan grabbed the back of my head and forced it back to his cock, clearly enjoying how his day was playing out. "Yeah man, fuck that pussy! That's how you fuck a slut!" Bryan cheered Chris on. It almost seemed as if he was more excited about his friend fucking than the girl on his cock. "I'm gonna let this slut have it!" Chris yelled, clearly already close to coming. His cock began to throb in my pussy and I did not want him to come inside of me and ruin a chance to feel Bryan pound my pussy. I stood up and turned around, putting Chris's dick in my mouth, bringing him down slowly to make him last. His buttons I already knew. Bryan was the wild card. Bryan wasted no time pushing his cock into me, stretching my walls, forcing my slit to conform to his cock. His thrusts were powerful, it took everything I had not to let my knees buckle and to keep sucking Chris's cock. "Fuck...fuck...fuck...fuck...fuck me...damn...yes...yes..." a combination of expletives and affirmations are all I could seem to conjure up from my vocabulary as I felt my orgasm building fast, promising to be a strong one. I had to get Chris off and soon—I opened my mouth and took his whole cock in, gripping the back of his thighs, encouraging him to fuck my face. I could feel the blood rushing to my face and the drool sliding off my chin as he grabbed a handful of hair and thrust his cock down my throat over and over, ensuring his balls made contact with my saliva-covered chin every time. Behind me, a thick cock was readjusting what was a tight slit and touching places previously untouched with its deep thrusts. His hips colliding with my ass was in tune with balls colliding with my chin—in perfect sync they used me, they filled me, they deprived me of air, they caused me more pleasure than pain. I was a good slut and I loved it. Chris was the first to go, pulling his cock out and spraying rope after rope over my face while I gasped for air and haggardly asked for more cum. I did my best to hold steady while cleaning his cock but Bryan's thrusting got harder and harder and I could feel my impending orgasm. My climax was rolling through my stomach, building and waiting for that perfect moment, it was as if a damn was on the verge of breaking. I wanted to scream when it hit, I opened my mouth and tried but no sound came out—only waves upon waves of orgasm crashing through my body. I felt my pussy squirt hard and Bryan say something I couldn't hear. For thirty seconds I was in my own world—I was experiencing the best feeling of my life. Finally, I allowed air to enter my body and rode the convulsions while the world came back into focus. I had fallen to my knees and Bryan was coming on my back, thick ropes of his love juice. "Hell yeah, man! That was sweet—we definitely have to do this again!" Bryan exclaimed out of breath and sitting on the edge of the desk. I wondered what his response would have been if he'd had a chance to answer, but the response came from a foreign voice. Confessions of an Addict Ch. 03 "Too bad for you, this will never be happening again." The voice said. I looked up to see Mr. Harris, our assistant principal, standing in the doorway glaring at the boys. He was a tall man—probably 6'4—always very professionally dressed in a very nice suit and tie. He looked like he could wrestle a bear out of its own cave with his massive biceps, usually hidden by a properly tailored suit coat. He was completely bald, an obvious shave job—I had often wondered what his hair actually looked like. His goatee was immaculately trimmed and neat, much like everything else about him. He had always seemed out of place among the faculty—as if he was supposed to be a dean of some college somewhere, or a secret agent. As if he did not stick out enough, he was one of just three black men that worked at our school and one of those guys was a janitor. "You two put your dicks away and get in my office; clean yourselves up, THEN come to my office." Mr. Harris said in his usual firm—not loud but intimidating—stern voice. Then he turned and walked out. Chris immediately started to freak out, letting his emotions get the better of him. "What the fuck, man? We are going to get EXPELLED! We are going to get kicked off the football team! We'll never make it into college now; we are SO fucked! This is all your fault, you just HAD to make that stupid bet! You stupid BITCH!" he yelled all while pulling up his pants and heading for the door. "Yo, man. Cool it! If they kicked people off football teams for double-teaming chicks we would have nothing but kickers. We won't get expelled, just be cool, man," Bryan calmly replied pulling up his pants and looking down at me. I knew already what was done was done, so I might as well bask in the afterglow of this orgasm for a few more seconds. I reached behind me and took a scoop of Bryan's cum on my finger and brought it to my mouth looking him directly in the eyes. He tasted different then Chris did, better even. "Are you serious? We are about to get expelled and you're tasting his cum? Don't EVER talk to me again!" Chris, still freaking out, officially broke up with me, stormed out and somehow I still felt amazing. I had already figured things would not end well for our relationship, after today. "You really are a slut aren't you? Well I guess it's my turn to put some miles on that pussy of yours," Bryan grinned and said to me. "Maybe it is your turn, but get it right. I am a good slut and I belong to no one anymore," I replied, getting up. He laughed and headed for the door, "Whatever you say, slut." I found a towel and cleaned myself up after tasting his cum twice more, then got dressed. I walked with a bit of over-sexualized confidence; I was proud of myself—enjoying how swollen the lips of my pussy were, how my lower back ached, how sore my throat and hoarse my voice were. All were signs of a victory in my book! I was a good slut, and I was going to fuck and suck my way around this whole school if I felt like it. I sat down outside Mr. Harris's office. I assumed the boys were already inside although I couldn't hear anything through the thick door. The bell rang and students flooded the hallways—some looked at me and wondered why I was sitting where I was, others ignored me completely. Neither bothered me as I was busy thinking of the cock I had just enjoyed so much. The halls cleared quickly and time seemed to crawl, to the point I was debating just leaving when the door finally opened. Chris came out first, looking like he had been crying and didn't even bother looking at me as he headed down the hall. Bryan came out next, looking mad but otherwise fine and gave me a slight nod as he walked away. Mr. Harris came to the door and looked at me sitting there for a second before telling me to come in. I sat in the chair in front of his desk and found myself wondering which one of the chairs Bryan sat in while Mr. Harris removed his coat and hung it on the back of the chair. His shirt gave away his size as it strained to contain his muscles. He sat down and just looked at me, seemingly waiting. He was completely intimidating—staring at me. I tried to figure out what I was supposed to say. "Uhm...sir...I...uh, well, let me just explain my side of the story." "Just stop right now, I don't need you to try and bullshit me. You are a straight A student, you were headed to a great college. They told me what happened, you basically played them. My question is, why?" I thought of the bluntest way to put this hoping to elicit some shock and maybe throw him off and regain a bit of control of the situation and the best I came up with was simply, "I am a good slut. I love dick, I love cum and I don't care about a few classes when I can take two cocks at once." I explained, feeling proud, looking into his face for shock or anger, but he didn't budge one bit and that scared me. I gripped the armrests of the seat as he just stared at me—his brown eyes offering no explanation for the silence. "You are so very wrong and you are too stupid to see it," He calmly responded. "Excus..." my rebuttal was stopped by Mr. Harris simply putting his hand up, signaling me to stop. "What you are is a dumb slut. Only a dumb slut would be proud of manipulating two idiots; only a dumb slut would be skipping class to chase a quick fuck. See, what's happening right now is that you have no self-control and you are going to let it drive you into the ground. You decided to skip a lot of classes and your grades have begun to slip, taking away your chances for a great college. You still have decent grades so if you get into a decent school and you skip all those classes fucking and sucking your way around campus and guess what? You flunk out freshman year. You end up some fuckratary for some guy like Bryan who treats you like a dumb slut because that's what you are acting like. Good sluts have self-control; good sluts make something of themselves and take dick for personal pleasure or advancement, not just because they can't say no to their pussy," He leaned back in his chair after his verbal assault and let his words hang in the air. Up until this very moment I had been proud of myself for accepting what I was, I had been proud of my manipulative abilities and proud of the title "slut." I wanted to be angry with him, but he was right. I was acting like a dumb slut. I wanted to cry; I wanted to leave, but he wasn't finished. "Do you want to be a good slut or a dumb slut?" He asked, his tone still unwavering, I nodded my head, not wanting to speak. "I do not repeat myself. I expect you to answer when I ask you a question." "I want to be a good slut." I choked out, holding back tears. "What are you now?" I knew what he wanted me to say but I just could not bring myself to say it, and so he waited 10 seconds...20 seconds...and I exhaled lightly. "A dumb slut," I whimpered quietly. "I did not hear you, nor will I wait that long for a response again," He remarked. "I am a dumb slut," I repeated louder this time. "Again." "I am a dumb slut," I said once more, embarrassed by having to admit it not once, but three times. "From now on, you check in with me every day before first period and after your last. There will be no more skipping classes, there will be no more slacking. I will teach you self-control before this year is out," He said all this walking to a closet, reaching into a file cabinet and taking something out. "You will not come without permission, nobody touches your pussy without my approval, and that includes you. You will not have any sexual contact with anyone without my permission," In his hand he held a paddle but he spoke as if he held nothing, holding my gaze telling me these things more than asking me questions. He was demanding these things of me. "You can do as you are told and be rewarded or you can disobey and be punished, the choice is yours. Do you understand?" I understood he was saying I could not come. I understood he was saying I would report to him twice a day from now on. I understood I could no longer see Bryan. I understood that most likely that paddle would be used on me if I disregarded these rules, and I understood that just sitting here talking to me Mr. Harris had me soaked, so there was only one response. "Yes, Sir." "Good. Now get to class and I will see you after last period." Confessions of an Addict Ch. 04: Chess not Checkers If you have not read the previous chapters this story picks up with a young woman who is undergoing training to be a perfect slut for her new master. This story is dedicated to a special reader who appreciated a good eye for details. I hope you enjoy it. Thank you to my editor SlaveGirl70 who takes the time to ensure that you all do not see how bad of a writer I truly am. Xoxo LC ***** That first morning was the hardest to deal with, I woke up wet from a dream about trying anal and by instinct my hand found its way to my clit, ready to begin my morning ritual. When I remembered the previous day's events and Mr. Harris telling me I was no longer allowed to touch my pussy, I curled my fingers up and lay there in thought, unsure of what to do next. It's not like he would know unless I told him. What if I start after this one? How about I start out with just my nipples, maybe I can come from that. I ran my hand up my body and began to pinch my nipples-something I enjoyed thoroughly. I wanted to get some nipple clamps, but the best I had now were clothespins. I reached over to my nightstand, grabbed one from the drawer and began to ready my right nipple with a little rubbing. I traced the areola and pinched the erect nipple softly, circled again and pinched more firmly. This is a process I had done many times and it always got me going. I moaned and writhed on the bed when I applied the clip to my nipple, I flicked the top of the exposed nipple sending a jolt of pleasure down my spine, feeding my juices to the sheets. I reached for the next one and repeated the process. My nipples were on fire and I could only grab my breasts, arch my back and wish a cock was penetrating me. I gyrated a bit and moaned but it wasn't enough, I needed to come! How could I get around Mr. Harris's rule? I let my hands explore my body, sensually touching myself, loving my body, moaning and doing my best to ignore the fire between my legs. I rubbed my hands down my lower back until I was sitting on my hands and I squeezed my ass and that's when it hit me. I rolled over and put my ass in the air with my face on the pillow. The gravity made my nipples ache as blood was forced back into them. My nipples brushed the sheet, every breath heightening the pleasure and debauchery of this moment. I slipped my hand down the crack of my ass until I found my untouched rosebud already slick with my juices. I had no idea how to go about this the right way so I just stuck my finger in my mouth coating it with saliva and slowly began to add pressure to my backdoor. I moaned as my pointer finger began its descent into my forbidden hole. It felt so dirty yet so erotic at the same time, pushing deeper and deeper into my own backside. The moment I felt my fingertip slip through my tight sphincter I began to pull it out which in itself was an amazing sensation. I felt like I had to go, but I knew that I didn't so I established a short rhythm back and forth. I felt like such a slut again, I wondered how long it would be until I would be ready for a cock in my ass. I imagined it while I bravely stuck my finger deeper, down to the second knuckle and back out again. I kept pace and my pussy started to spasm, at the time I didn't know if it was from neglect or a pending orgasm but I could not stop, I needed this. I pushed my finger in as deep as I could get it and tried to pump a bit faster with one hand and release a nipple with the other. With both nipples slowly getting blood circulating back into them they became little fire buttons sending me over the edge forcing me to come. I could not even remove my finger from my hole, I was clenching so tight, coming from both the anal and nipple stimulation. I lay there, finger still buried in my ass, panting, and satisfied knowing today would be a good day. I got to school early to check in with Mr. Harris, and so I could have some time to play with my ass a little more before class. I walked up to his door, which was always closed, and knocked. Yesterday he made me wait a while before he answered, I wondered if he did this to everyone or if he knew it was me. This morning's wait was not as long as he spoke through the door. "Come in," his voice was raspy and deep; it had a very unique tone to it that I wasn't sure I would ever get used to. "Good morning Mr. Harris!" I said, almost skipping in. He stared at me for a moment before responding, leaving me feeling a bit uneasy. Calmly he stood up, speaking in a tone reserved for fathers trying not to yell, "Don't even sit you dumb slut. You came and you knew you weren't supposed to. Time to get punished." I was shocked. How could he have known so quickly? Should I lie or just take the punishment? I decided to just keep my mouth shut as he walked to the closet and retrieved the wooden paddle. It was about a half an inch thick and about a foot long including the handle, with a width of about four inches and holes drilled into it. That paddle had yet to touch me and I knew it would hurt. "Lower your pants and place your forearms on the desk," he said, pointing at the front of his desk with the paddle. I said nothing. I didn't know what to say, so I did as I was told, although I could have said this was entirely arousing. "You don't deny it? Good. The only thing worse than a dumb slut, is a liar. So you obviously did it this morning, how?" he said, sounding like he was pacing behind me. "Clothespin nipple clamps and fingering my ass," I said, proudly trying to own my rebellion. "Oooh, so you're a dumb anal slut?" he asked, emphasizing the sarcastic shock and the word anal. "No, it was my first time!" I blurted, and instantly regretted it. I knew better then to talk out of turn with Mr. Harris. THWACK! I yelped a bit as the paddle hit its mark and sent me rocking forward. I learned a few things from that swat. The first was Mr. Harris was not playing and this was going to hurt a lot. Second, I needed to keep my arms stiff to handle the force. Third, I was going to have to learn quickly to not make noise. "You know what you got that one for, but to begin your punishment let us cover how this works. You will be given a statement and you will count each time you complete it. You will say the statement clearly and distinctly or we will start over. You will not forget or jumble the statement or we will start over. You will not lose count or we will start over. Do you understand, dumb anal slut?" He rattled these rules off as if he had said them a million times before. "Yes I do." I said nervously, but knowing immediately I had messed up again. THWACK! "AAh, yes I understand, Mr. Harris," I corrected myself, gripping the edge of the desk. "From this point on this will be known as the discipline position or position one, do you understand?" he asked, sounding like he was waiting for me to mess it up. "This is the discipline position or position one, yes I understand, Mr. Harris." I rattled off quickly and correctly, I needed to minimize these swats. "Good sluts do what they are told, not what they want. That is your statement. Begin." "Good sluts [THWACK] ahh...do what they are told [THWACK] ahh...not what they want [THWACK] ahhh!" I cried out. "Start over," he commanded coldly. I immediately tried to recall what I did wrong, through the pain radiating from my backside. I had to get this right. My brain scrambled and then it hit me, I didn't count! "Good sluts [THWACK] ugh...do what they are told [THWACK] ahh...not what they want [THWACK] umpf ...ONE." "Again!" . The pattern was simple, slaps on the words "sluts', 'told', and 'want', which gave me the benefit of knowing when to brace myself. I fought back tears as my punishment continued relentlessly. "Good...sluts [THWACK] Ugh, ow...do what they are...told [THWACK] ahh, not what they...want [THWACK] aahh...FIVE!" "What did we learn, dumb anal slut?" he asked, walking to the closet, presumably to put the paddle away. "If I want to be a good slut I have to do as I am told," I replied, through tears and still gripping the side of the desk hard. I felt something cold being put on my very sore ass. It felt like a liquid but it stung a bit. "Reach back and rub this in. It won't make the pain go away but it will take the edge off and ensure you don't bleed in your panties." He walked around to his chair as I rubbed my very sore ass. "I am here to teach you self-control and self-discipline. You let yourself slip, don't let it happen again. You belong to me now and only I say when you get to come. Do you understand?" "Yes Mr. Harris, I understand. I belong to you now." I enjoyed the way it sounded, while still rubbing my ass. "Who do you belong to, dumb slut?" "I belong to Mr. Harris." I answered, letting the words roll of my tongue and seep right into my crotch. "Pull up your pants, get to class and don't forget who you belong to," he said, waving me out of his office. Pulling up my pants was painful, the friction of my panties on my ass was a reminder, and sitting at my desk was a warning. I paid attention in class, was early to all my classes, surprised some teachers by showing up again, I irritated others and my ass hurt clear through lunch. Surprisingly, I had not run into Chris or Bryan. I actually hadn't seen them since the day Mr. Harris found me on my knees taking their loads. I wondered if they had gotten suspended or something. Regardless, they made sure to exile me from the popular crews before they disappeared, which left me back to being a nobody. No, I wasn't a nobody I told myself. I belonged to someone, I was going to be a good slut and put all of the others out of my mind. I watched the clock, waiting for the end of the day, anticipating my next chance to see Mr. Harris. The bell rang and I jumped out of my chair like it was the gun at a track meet and made a beeline straight for his office. The crowds of students impeded my progress, but I was able to make it to his door before completely soaking my panties. I knocked and waited for what seemed like an hour but was actually 15 minutes, before he told me to come in. I walked in and began to sit down but he held his hand up to stop me. He was on the phone, which made me wonder why he beckoned me in the first place, but that question was soon answered. "Yes Ma'am, I apologize for bothering you at work but your daughter Amber has been identified as a student that may not be living up to her potential as of late. Here at Lee Holloway High we pride ourselves in the number of graduates we get to attend Ivy League schools and while your daughter has been on the right track thus far, it seems as if she is falling behind during the most crucial part of the year. With that said, I have enrolled her into an academic coaching program that takes place seven days a week. So Amber and several other students will come in for a few hours on the weekend to set themselves up for success. Yes ma'am, yes ma'am, no I will be informing her shortly, thank you for your cooperation and understanding we only want to give her the best chance to succeed. Thank you, goodbye." He hung up the phone and just stared at me. "Your mother sounds like she is in need of the discipline position herself, very uptight. Now show me position one," he demanded. I dropped my pants and grabbed the edge of the desk, hoping the pants-dropping was actually necessary. "Good girl. Now get down on your knees, I'm sure you miss that statement," he said, showing a bit of his humorous side. I wanted to chuckle or respond but I knew it was not my place , so I bit my lip instead and dropped to my knees with my pants still around my ankles. "Separate your knees widely and place your arms behind your back, do not sit on your heels." He watched me closely following his directions and completely exposing myself. "Good, this is position two. You will no longer sit in that chair unless instructed. You will come in and assume position two. Do you understand?" "Yes, Mr. Harris. I do not sit, I come in and assume position two," I replied, enjoying the cool air on my hot pussy. "As you heard, you will be coming here on the weekends from now on. You will arrive here at 10 am and will be released at 3 pm. During those hours you are not to wear clothing unless instructed, do you understand?" He said these things so naturally, as if I wouldn't have a million questions to ask. "Yes, Mr. Harris. I will be here on the weekends and will not wear clothing," I said, now looking forward to my weekends. "Who do you belong to?" he asked. "I belong to you, Mr. Harris; I will be a good slut for you." I added a bit at the end. "We will see about that, now go home." He said sending me on my way. I woke up for my first Saturday 'Academic coaching session' probably more excited then I should have been. I took some time to convince my mother that I promised to get my grades back in line now that I was mandated extra coaching. I had to make her believe I did not want to participate, just to make sure she would ensure I was there. My father, a habitual couch dweller, had a lot less to say. Just a sip from his glass and a short monologue about how getting into college should be my only priority. I consistently wondered what he was like before my mother's religious ideals and nagging drug him into a silent stupor. I got dressed and prepared to leave, but first I made myself put on a miserable face. Both of my parents made no attempt to cheer me up, content with the idea that I deserved it and did this to myself, which on both accounts was true. I got in my car and sped off, completely ready for what my day would bring, or so I thought. I arrived at the school at 9:30 and I walked slowly enough to make it to his office door by 9:40. A few key doors had been unlocked and I wondered how he knew which doors I would use to get to him. I knew better than to be early or late Mr. Harris was the type that would expect me to knock at exactly 10:00, so I sat. I needed to blow twenty minutes without losing my mind so I began to undo my clothes slowly, giving an imaginary person a strip tease without actually removing anything. I looked at my watch, that only killed five minutes and I was beginning to become very horny. I dared not even pinch a nipple without being told, especially right outside his office. I remembered what Mr. Harris said and did my best to calm myself, I had to have self-control. I re fastened, tied, and zipped my clothes put my hands in my lap and waited. The wait was unexpectedly challenging as I told myself I would not move at all. I would control everything about myself in that moment. I only moved to check the time: 9:50; I inhaled slowly and exhaled with the same pace. At 9:56 I felt my heart beat faster and my mind begin to drift to the possibilities that lay behind that door, but I caught myself and focused on controlling where my mind was. In this moment my mind was only focused on breathing and staying still for the next three minutes. At 9:59 I stood and waited in front of the door, not removing my eyes from my watch; I would not be a second late. 10:00. I knocked and got no response; I wanted to knock again and thought better of it. So the wait began again and my mind began to replay the conversation to ensure I did not miss anything. He said I would arrive at 10 and stay until 3 and during those hours I was not allowed to wear clothes. I looked at my watch. 10:02. Technically, I was now late so I began to strip right there in the hallway making sure to fold my clothing appropriately and stack it all under the seat outside his office. I felt exposed in the hallway like this, although I knew nobody was at school on a Saturday I was completely naked except for my watch. The floor was cold under my feet and the school was dauntingly empty, everything about this made me feel small and I began to wonder if that was the point. 10:10 not a sound from his office and I had yet to move, I was growing more and more tired by the minute, but I refused to budge. I would show Mr. Harris I could have self-control. I focused on his door as if I could see through it, patiently waiting. I imagined that every second I succeeded in waiting I got that much stronger. I was a good slut and I would prove it. 10:15 "Come in." His voice made me jump. I half expected him to come walking down the hall before I thought he was in the office. I opened the door and closed it behind me, I turned to him and immediately went to my knees, spread them apart, and put my arms behind my back. "Good morning, Mr. Harris," I said, hoping that it did not count as speaking out of turn. He wore his usual sharp suit and tie on a Saturday, which only made him appear stronger to me, more in control, as if he had no casual. He walked around his desk, removing his jacket and placing it on the back of his chair and just looked at me for a moment. "Today as you may have guessed, or not, since you tend to be a dumb slut at times, is about tests. Passing the tests will grant you a reward, however failing the tests will result in an unfortunate punishment." He paused for a moment to let the words seep in. "A good slut, and I mean a really good slut, does not just throw her pussy around without gaining anything from it. What, do you think because you came you won? No, a good slut makes sure her pussy takes care of her. A lot of women think it is beneath them to use sex to get what they want and that is fine, not all women are sluts. A select few women embrace their body as an asset, just like confidence. You are going to be the latter." He once again allowed me to absorb his words. "What did you get by fucking those two knuckleheads in the locker room?" he asked. "Nothing, Mr. Harris." I responded, feeling cool air passing between my legs, making me aware of just how wet I was. "Exactly, now let's say you were fucking your teachers what could you get from that?" "I could get him to give me good grades, Mr. Harris." "Them is the correct vernacular, and no you have to have enough hustle in you to get your own good grades, but what you do need is glowing recommendation letters for college. Now don't you think making a few lonely, over-worked teachers come could change a standard letter into a personalized call to your desired school?" He left me thinking, why did he say 'them?" "Yes, Mr. Harris, I think I understand. A good slut uses what she has to get her the extra mile, even though she is deep in the marathon already." I was aiming for an admission that I had pleased him. "Mr. Jim Croft, the district superintendent, is in the building today doing some paperwork to decide who get to be the next principal. You are going to fuck him, and you are going to do it so well, you are going to drain his balls as many times as he can handle. However you may not come. Think about that, and tell me if you understand." He stared at me, as if gauging my reaction. I knew this had to be a test, so I took the time to think about it and formulate the best answer I could. "Yes, Mr. Harris, I understand. I belong to you and you can use me as you see fit. You own me and say when I can come, and my directions are not to come under any circumstance. I appreciate this opportunity to please you and show my dedication to you. All of this will bring me joy, but may I ask a question?" I asked, hoping I was doing as I was supposed to. He raised an eyebrow seemingly unfazed by my admission, "Ask your question." "I love the opportunity to please you, and that alone is reward enough. But I must ask, what else is in it for me?" I questioned, nervously prepared for the worst. Confessions of an Addict Ch. 04: Chess not Checkers He leaned back in his chair and for the first time cracked a half smile. "That is how a good slut thinks. If you do as you are instructed, when you get back you may make one request. It is merely a request, therefore not guaranteed to be fulfilled. Choose wisely." He left me on the floor to think about it, and I already knew what I had in mind, although I imagined it was not a smart choice. Asking to come would be the first thing he would assume I would ask for, but what else? He ruffled around a cabinet, produced a very small cheerleading outfit and handed it to me. "Mr. Croft has a thing for cheerleaders, he enjoys the innocent type that turns out to be slutty. Get dressed," he said, handing me the outfit. I wondered how he knew so much about the Superintendent's sexual preferences but I didn't ask nor did I get off of the floor to put on the outfit, and it wasn't long before I was full on slutty cheerleader. "Is there anything else I need to know, Mr. Harris?" I asked. "Yes, he is in the principal's office right now and I have already told him a gift is on the way, although I doubt he will be expecting you. Under no circumstances will you reveal that you attend this school, do you understand?" "Yes, Mr. Harris. I understand," I replied, even though I still had questions. Without another word he waved me out the room and I began walking to my first assignment. being in the hall this exposed and heading to do something this devious was exhilarating. I was walking at such a quick pace I had to stop and regulate my breath before knocking on the door. My nipples were hard and visible through the tight top and from the cool breeze cascading through my legs I knew I was already wet. I was finally going to get a chance to have sex again, but I would not be able to come. I was still wrapping my head around how I was going to do that when I knocked lightly on the door. "Yes, come in?" Mr. Croft almost questioned, seemingly not expecting me at all. "Hello Mr. Croft, my name is Kathy. I was sent to see if you needed any company or maybe a break from all the hard work you've been doing?" I said, trying to sound as innocent as possible and changing my name in the process. He said nothing while leaning back in his chair and taking me in. He looked like a man who thought more than he said and I could appreciate that. I swore I noticed a hint of an English accent when he beckoned me to come in and I was looking forward to hearing him speak once more to see for sure. He was a rather slim older man, with more greys then his natural black hair, and a warm welcoming face. He removed his glasses and set them on the desk before speaking to me. "You will have to excuse me, it has been some time since I laid eyes on a young lady as beautiful as yourself and a cheerleader no less. Please, please have a seat; I would love some company," He said, standing and directing me to the couch where I sat, attempting to act as shy as possible. "Thank you. That is very sweet, Mr. Croft," I said, almost under my breath and while averting my eyes to put off a bit of coy shyness. "I need to ask who sent you to come speak with me?" He questioned. "Mr. Harris, sir. He said you may need a break because you work so hard and that you would enjoy my company," I almost whispered "Dear girl, thank you. I needed a break...and please call me Jim." "Glad I can help. What would you like to talk about, Mr...uh Jim?" I asked fidgeting with the edge of my skirt. "I would like to talk about you, Kathy. How old are you?" "Eighteen, how old are you?" I asked in reponse. His answer was preceded by a short laugh. "Why, Kathy I am old enough to be your father." "Is that what you want to be? My Daddy?" I asked. "No, no." he chuckled. "I am merely an old man who appreciates a nice young lady." I was getting anxious. I wanted to say, "What if I am not a nice young lady?" or "Pull your cock out," but I could not mess this up so I remained prim and coy. "Well, thank you. It is nice to be appreciated. You have such a nice office-you must work very hard." "This is not my office dear, I am sort of borrowing it for the weekend, but thank you. Do you enjoy cheerleading?" Fuck! I knew nothing about it at all. I had to play this right or I would be outed before I could even so much as see his cock. He must know I am not actually a cheerleader, is he stupid or playing along? "I do enjoy it; it started as gymnastics as a little girl then cheerleading when my brothers started playing sports." I said surprising myself with how easily I came up with the lie. "That is wonderful, would you mind showing me a cheer? It has been a long time since I have seen a cheerleading performance." He asked almost giddy with excitement. I had no idea how to do a cheer, and I would look like a fool if I tried. I had to play the embarrassment card and play it hard. "Oh I couldn't, not without the girls and in here with just you; I would be so embarrassed! I get so nervous," I said, hoping my cheeks were turning red. He laughed full and loud. "It's ok Kathy, please I do not want you to be uncomfortable, as a matter of fact I want you to be very comfortable." He reached down to grab my ankles and moved my legs to his lap one at a time, leaving my legs parted for a moment. I tried to look nervous yet willing as he took my shoes off and began to massage my feet. I held my skirt down and smiled sheepishly while he fed me compliments on my feet and legs. "Relax, dear. There's no need to be so tense-I'm harmless. Doesn't this feel good?" "Yes it does. You have very strong hands," I said, letting go of my skirt but keeping my hands on it. He began to massage up my legs, pulling me closer and closer to him, making the back of my skirt ride up and the small skirt panties slide up my ass, like a thong. I closed my eyes, bit my lip and whispered how good it felt, much to his satisfaction. "I'm glad that feels good. I like to make you feel good. You know, If you like these strong hands, I could give you a full body massage. I am sure you could use it with all of the working out you must do," he said, grinning from ear to ear. "I'd like that, my back is a little sore." "Ok-take off your top and lay on the couch so I can get your back, I'll turn around-no peeking." He almost giggled. I went ahead and removed the entire uniform and laid down, hoping it would speed things along, although I doubted it would. "Oh my-you've removed the whole uniform, I see." He was obviously excited. "I hope you don't mind, I thought you might be able to get my legs better this way." "No, no my dear, that is perfectly fine." His hands began to explore my naked body. He started with my shoulders, went down my back to the crack of my ass and back up again, taking the scenic route back down by way of my sides lightly brushing my breasts. Each rotation he touched a bit more of my breasts and ass until he got to fully squeezing my ass. I responded with a light moan and a bite of my lip, encouraging him to continue. "Your hands feel so good Jim." I moaned for him. "I am glad I am able to bring you pleasure Kathy." I waited until he left my backside and turned over so he could see me in my entirety. He stood up and drank me in while I stared at him, I could see the tent in his Dockers. I was eager to see what was under it. "Do you not want to do the front?" I asked. "Oh yes, I do." He was sitting on the edge of the couch and reached his hands out. "Start here," I grabbed both of his hands and slowly put them on my breasts. He didn't say anything, so I closed my eyes and felt his hands work on my breasts, tweaking and pinching my nipples while listening to my moaning encouragement for him to continue. "Yes I like that Jim, a little harder." I moaned. My request was met with the feeling of his teeth biting down on my erect nipple then sucking it gently and repeating the process on the other one. I lifted my head up and met his eyes putting my hands on either side of his face. I then asked him sincerely the only thing I had wanted to know since I walked in. "Will you please take me Jim? Show me how to please you." He smiled and responded by snaking his tongue into my mouth, kissing me passionately. I ran my hands through his hair and returned his passion, hoping I could get him turned on enough to fuck my brains out. He broke our kiss and stood up, loosening his tie and looking at me with lust in his eyes. He took off his tie, undid the first few buttons of his shirt and dropped to his knees. He threw my legs over his shoulders and pushed his tongue straight into my sensitive slit. He was extremely skilled in the art of tongue wrestling my clitoris and I could barely enjoy it, as I struggled not to cum in his mouth. He drank from me and tongue fucked me without any hesitation, sliding his tongue wherever he felt would bring me pleasure. He rimmed my asshole while using his nose to stimulate my clit-the man was amazing, and yet the entire time I had to fight him from making me come. He truly enjoyed eating my pussy and under any other circumstance I would have allowed him to eat his heart out but I had to stop him. "Please fuck me," I said under labored breath, hoping the transition time would give me an opportunity to come down a bit and calm the massive orgasm growing inside me. I had to gain better control of the situation. He stood and undid his belt, letting his pants fall to the floor, revealing his cock. Was it huge? No, but it was certainly big enough to get the point across, especially in my current state. "Sit in the chair, Jim. Let me show you how good you made me feel." "Ooh, you're such a naughty girl," he said, sitting in his chair behind the desk. It was my turn to get on my knees; I stared at him while I stroked his cock into my open mouth letting him feel my tongue on his head. I teased him, still stroking but now licking in circles around the head of his cock using my other hand to also massage his balls. It felt amazing to once again have a cock in my hands and while I wanted to hop on it and ride it until he shot a load strong enough to come out my mouth I still had a task to do. I took the first half of his cock into my mouth and sucked it in rhythm with my strokes. With each insertion I took a little more into my mouth until I had my face firmly planted in his pubic hair. I let his dick assault the back of my throat while I struggled for air and drooled all over his balls. He moaned for me and it only encouraged me to attempt to deep throat his cock even more. I took his cock out of my mouth only to catch my breath and stroke his cock. I could feel his cock straining and his balls beginning to tighten I had to fuck him quickly or I would not get a chance to feel his cock inside me. I took his cock deep one last time, spit the excess saliva on his shaft and climbed up to straddle him on his chair. I rubbed the head of his cock up and down my wet slit teasing him, feeling so in control of the situation it was intoxicating. "Tell me you want my pussy, Jim," I commanded. "Yes, Kathy! I want your pussy, please" he responded, almost desperate. I slipped just the head of his cock into my pussy and pulled it out. "You don't sound like you want it, Jim." I teased. "I do! Kathy, please, I want your pussy, I want your pussy!" he screamed out as I swallowed his cock with my eager pussy. "Oh god, yes..." I moaned, finally getting what I had been waiting for. I bounced on his cock, pulling at my own nipples and chasing the orgasm I was previously avoiding-no longer worried about the consequences. His moans were insignificant next to the sounds of my wet pussy slapping against his balls attempting to drive his cock deeper inside me. I was no longer paying him any attention; I was lost in the pleasure of my nipples with every pinch sending shocks to my clit, the cock desperately doing its best to fill me, and while not succeeding, still easily able to stimulate my sensitive g-spot. I was so deep into the feeling of my pending orgasm, I was taken by complete surprise when his hands grabbed my hips and he pulled his cock out of me. He sprayed cum on his stomach, while I quickly got to my knees and began to clean him up, taking only the last rope directly into my mouth. He watched me while I licked up every drop of cum from his belly and cock, enjoying the taste of the two of us mixed together. My own body was completely frustrated and felt like an exposed nerve ending but I had succeeded in my task for Mr. Harris. "How long until you can go again, Jim? I don't think I am done with you yet." I was still on my knees licking his now flaccid cock. "Again? My girl, I am not as young as I used to be. It is going to take quite a bit of time." He chuckled, standing up and retrieving his pants. I began to get dressed as well, slightly unsure of what to do next. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a card, handing it to me. "In case you ever decide you do want to show me that cheer or if you would like someone to spoil you from time to time, give me a call," he said, grinning. "Aww, thank you! I will take you up on that. What girl doesn't like to be spoiled?" I asked, hugging him and giving him a kiss on the cheek. "It was very nice spending time with you, hopefully next time we can be in a proper bed," he suggested. "Maybe next time," I blew him a kiss and slipped out the door. I almost ran back to Mr. Harris's office, so ready to tell him how I had done. I stopped at his door, ready to knock, when I remembered the agreement! I got to ask for something, but what? I stepped out of my shoes and removed the cheerleading outfit, all the while thinking of what I could ask for. Asking to come is too obvious and will most likely get a no. What else do I want? That's when it hit me, so I smiled and knocked on the door. "Come in, slut!" I heard from the other side of the door, it was tinged with a pleased tone. As I stepped in and assumed the position on the floor with my legs spread and my hands behind my back, his phone rang and he held up one finger to me. "Why hello Mr. Croft...I am glad you enjoyed it...it was just a token of my appreciation...of course, of course this will stay between you and I. Have a good rest of your day...yes good-bye," he said, hanging up the phone. "You did well slut, you almost lost it there at the end, but otherwise very well played. Seems you have a bit of a dominant streak in you." He must have seen the confused look on my face as to how he know what happened, so he turned his computer monitor, showing me a video feed of Mr. Croft re-organizing the papers we accidentally knocked off his desk. The camera had to be in a bookshelf or something, but it had an excellent view of his couch and chair so he saw and possibly recorded it all. "You didn't think I would send you in there with just your word to prove you listened, did you? And just in case he decides not to give me the job, well let's just say I have a new job." "Thank you Mr. Harris, I am happy you allowed me to complete a task for you," I said, beaming with pride. "Well, we have one last thing to cover today, what is your request? Remember this is a request. It can get denied and everything is always a test." He came from around his desk and sat on the edge of it right in front of me. "I request to suck your dick, Mr. Harris," I said, ensuring not to break eye contact. He had not touched me with his own hands nor had I touched him this entire time. The closest he came was spanking me with a paddle. Otherwise we have been completely devoid of contact since the day he found me taking cum shots to the face, and I wanted to know how big his dick was. I guessed this would be the only thing I could ask that would grant me a 'yes.' "Very clever, you may be a good slut after all. I accept your request, come and get your reward," he said, with a hint of pride. I crawled to him and slowly reached up, grabbing his zipper. For some reason I knew I was not supposed to remove his slacks, I knew I was to do as little as possible to disturb his suit. With his zipper down I looked up at him and said, "Thank you Mr. Harris, I won't waste a drop." I reached into his slacks and pulled his cock out, It was bigger than any cock I'd had up until this point I gasped when I saw it completely unsheathed and still soft. I slowly stroked it in my hands, admiring the contrast of his thick black cock in my seemingly small white hands. My pussy leaked thinking of one day taking this rod inside me. I opened my mouth and took the head of his cock in and not much else, using both my hands to stroke the rest of his cock to life. Feeling his cock grow in my hands and mouth was amazing. I wanted nothing more than to serve his black cock forever. I took as much of him as I could, using my saliva to lubricate my two handed thrusts-determined to make him come and eager to taste it. He still refused to touch me, he just watched me struggle to inhale his cock. I forced it as far back in my throat as I could before seriously gagging and attempting again. I took his cock and ran my tongue down the length of his shaft; attempting to catch my breath and wishing his balls were out so I could suck on them as well. When I got to the base of his cock, his head was in my hair. I had to feel what his cock was like in my puss;, he would fill me up plus some! I resumed my two-handed stroking assault on the head of his cock, hoping to do a good enough job that he finished in my pussy-but to no avail. I opened my mouth and took as much of him in as I could letting my drool coat his spear and drip off my chin. I knew exactly when he was going to come, and a few seconds later his cock throbbed hard enough that I was sure it was going to break my jaw. His powerful cock unleashed stream after stream of cum filling my mouth quickly and finishing on my face. I swallowed my first mouthful, and used the head of his still hard cock to scoop the cum off of my face and suck it clean. "Not bad slut, not bad at all," he said, watching me use his cock as a mop. "What...do I have to do...to get this cock...inside me...Mr. Harris?" I asked, catching my breath and in between licks of his powerful chocolate rod. "Earn it slut, earn it. Now go home and give your mom a kiss with your dirty mouth. I will see you tomorrow morning," he said, taking his cock away from me and going back to his desk. I felt black cock withdrawal almost immediately, but I went ahead and got up and started to walk out. "Mr. Harris, I belong to you and I look forward to earning your cock. My mother will be lucky to get to taste your cock, even if it is second hand." I turned and walked out the door.