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Getting What I Want (Part 5)

Jenna takes on a new challenge upon Daddy's request

"Hi, Mr. Davis," I greeted him, the classroom door closing behind me. He smiled and nodded in response. It was Thursday afternoon, and I was craving my afternoon delight.

"Hi, Miss Jenna." The boy that whistled at me yesterday offered a kind greeting today.

"That's a lot better, um, what's your name?"

"Well, my teammates call me Champ."

Uninterested, I strutted towards Mr. Davis' desk. He looked me up and down.

"What's with the outfit today?" he questioned quietly. I was wearing jean shorts and a t-shirt.

"It's comfortable! I don't have to show my body for it to be appreciated."

"You are certainly right." He cleared his throat. The bell rang and students left in the same routine as yesterday. We were alone, again. I sat on his desk, legs dangling and straddling his lap. He placed his hands on my hips.

"So, what's the surprise today?"

"Anxious, aren't we, little one?"

"Yes, Sir."

"I have a proposition."

"Go for it." I wiggled forward on the desk.

"What do you think about getting to pick a toy of your own?"

"Ooh, I liked the one we used yesterday!"

"No, I meant another person for you to play with. And I would watch."

"That would be super fun!" This idea really did seem exciting to me, I'm naturally a switch but I've been exclusively submissive with Mr. Davis. My pussy tingled at the thought of owning someone while he observed. "Who did you have in mind?"

"Anyone."

"Anyone?" A bunch of faces raced through my mind and I landed on one. Perfect. "Can it be a girl?" I asked nervously.

"Of course it can! That sure would make Daddy hot."

"Ok then, Daddy. I choose Tamara."

"That was a pretty fast decision, Babydoll."

"Come on, I'm sure you've noticed her tight ass in those lacey shorts. Her big lips, awesome boobs, her figure..." I was lost in my thoughts.

"Keep talking like that and I'll have to take you both on my desk right now."

"It's settled then. I'll arrange something for after school today."

"That's my girl." His lips pecked my forehead and I hopped off the desk.

Students filed in and class began. I spent the day helping more students, proofreading essays, and eventually settled at Tamara's desk.

"So..." I started. "A little bird told me you're wanting an extension on an assignment."

Her head jolted up to meet my gaze, her hands halting on the keyboard of her laptop. "Oh, it's no big deal. I kind of blew it off but my parents are grounding me until I fix it so I don't lose my B."

"What if I told you we could come to an arrangement?"

She stared in disbelief and rolled her eyes at me. "Davis won't allow it, I already tried."

"I can take care of that. Why don't you stay after class and we can talk about it?"

"That's real nice of you. Just you and me?"

"No," I smiled mischievously. "Davis too."

"Sure! That really means a lot. It pays to have a good friend like you." Yeah, a friend.
 
I walked away and let Mr. Davis know she was in. The class drug on forever until the time finally came. He sat at his desk and I perched on the edge, a chair waiting for Tamara in front of the desk. She sat down, her big green eyes searching our faces for an answer to her assignment dilemma. I began to imagine how I would go about this adventure, and the next hour flashed through my head like a scene from porn.

"Lock the door, Tamara," I commanded. She seemed confused, but she complied and returned to the chair. "If you do one small thing for us, you won't have to worry about any assignments for the rest of the semester."

Mr. Davis nodded his head to illustrate that I wasn't kidding.

"I'm listening." She pushed her dyed black hair behind her ears. "What's the catch?"

"Number one." I walked in slow circles around her chair. "Don't tell anyone about it. Number two: you must do everything we tell you to."

Mr. Davis cut in, "Remember, Miss Jenna, I'm giving you full control of the situation." He put his feet up on his desk, hands clasped behind his head.

"Right. Scratch that. Number two: you must do everything I tell you to. Number three: You can back out at any time." I stopped walking and waited for her to reply.

"Gee, this sounds an awful lot like something that's mighty inappropriate." She shifted in her chair. "I'm in."

"Just like that? Wow, maybe she is a slut," I muttered to Mr. Davis.

"I heard that!" she called out. "If I'm agreeing to this, then I guess I am."

"I just made a new rule, slut. No speaking unless you are told. Now, undress to your underwear only." She sat frozen. "Quickly, now!"

She stripped, removing her blouse and lacey shorts.

"Remain standing, slut."

I walked around her once more. "Are you kidding me? Cotton panties? No, no, no, that just won't do. Scissors!" I held my hand out to Mr. Davis and he handed me a pair. Tamara opened her mouth to speak but I flashed her a threatening look. I made two snips and they heaped on the floor. "That's a nice little pussy! I like one with hair. Don't you, Mr. Davis?" I turned back to him and he was nodding and unzipping his pants. He was so intrigued he could have pulled out a bucket of popcorn and I wouldn't have been surprised.

I ran my hands across her hairy pussy, the curls brown and ample. My hands traced up her body to her breasts which were covered by a tan sports bra. "I don't like that bra, either. Take it off."  Her boobs bounced free. She had to be a C-cup. Maybe even a D. Lowering my head, I started to bite one of her nipples. My other hand moved gently over her smooth skin. I slapped her left tit.

"Mm," she moaned.

"Someone likes it rough. Do you want Miss Jenna to smack your pathetic tits again?"

"Please, Mistress."

I smacked ten times on each tit. With each one, she shuddered both in delight and pain. She was smiling the whole time. By the end, her tits were dark red, almost purple. That would bruise in the morning! I eventually sat down in the chair and motioned for her to come closer.

"Bend over in my lap, slut."

She climbed over my legs and balanced on her tiptoes, her hands grabbing onto the other side of the chair. Tamara looked so exposed it turned me on. Her ass was out in the open and the folds of her pussy glimmered in the light. I could smell her scent hitting my nostrils. Not only this, but I could smell her fear and anticipation as well.

"I'm going to spank you now. Not because you've been bad but because I want to and I know you want it. Understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Mr. Davis was fully stroking his cock now and his eyes were fixed on the both of us. Lost in his own world, he had not spoken another word. It was just me, a slut, and the man I let watch us. I raised my hand in the air, deciding where I should strike her first. It landed on her left ass cheek, causing it to jiggle and begin to turn red. Feeling satisfied, I smacked her right cheek just the same. Her pussy was now soaked with her wetness, and mine was beginning to do the same.

Smack. Smack. Smack. I wasn't even counting anymore, carried away by the sounds of her yelps. I yanked the back of her hair and pulled her up.

"Quiet down, slut. Lie down on Mr. Davis' desk."

She looked worried yet excited. Her pussy must have been dripping by now. While she got situated on her back, I removed all of my clothing. It was my turn now to get something. I positioned my pussy over her mouth in a sixty-nine position. Mr. Davis was really pumping now.

"Not so fast, Mr. Davis, she'll finish you off after I say she's done with me. Now, start licking, slut!"

My eyes almost rolled back in my head as her little mouth sucked and licked all over my pussy. It felt so good, I couldn't help moaning softly. I was feeling generous, so I started sucking on her clit while her tongue moved in circles on my own clit.

"You're not allowed to cum yet, so enjoy it while you can," I instructed. "Faster, slut." I ground my hips on her face and she was almost gasping for air but I had to cum. I slowed down on eating her out and looked Mr. Davis in the eyes as I came on her face unexpectedly. I shook for awhile until I was able to get up.

"Good girl," I commended. "Give me some of that girl goo." I kissed her passionately. It was softer than my kiss with Mr. Davis but with more need on her end. As we kissed, I tasted my own juices on her. I licked around her mouth to get the rest of it.

"Yummy," I remarked finally, patting my good slut on the head. "I believe you have another job to do." I pointed down to the floor, "On your knees."

I gestured for Mr. Davis to rise from his seat and he positioned himself in front of Tamara's mouth.

"Be a good little slut and suck. You better swallow, too."

She earnestly took his entire length into her mouth, gagging only a little. I watched in amazement.

"Fuck, aren't you a little whore? I can tell this isn't your first time!" I patted her butt so she would lift it up and I inserted two fingers into her pussy. She bounced up and down, fucking my fingers while I spoke to her.

"Isn't this a sight? Sucking your teacher's cock and being used as a little cum receptacle. Bouncing on my fingers and just aching to cum."

I glanced up at Mr. Davis who was holding onto his desk to steady himself, continuing to moan. I could tell by his face that he was about to explode.

"Get ready, slut. He's gonna cum."

"Fuck, yes!" he shouted.

Tamara bounced faster on my fingers and I added a third. I watched her continue to suck as her pussy contracted on my fingers. Not a second later, Mr. Davis was pumping his cum into the little slut's mouth. Some of it missed and dripped down her chest. After they were both finished, I licked up the leftover cum from her chest, sucking her tits one last time for good measure.

Mr. Davis was panting, "Holy shit, she's awesome at that."

"That was so nice!" she exclaimed. "No one has treated me like that before."

"I'm glad," I said. "You've already fulfilled your end of the agreement, so I'll ensure Mr. Davis fulfills his. You may leave now." I pointed to the door.

"Are you sure?" Mr. Davis interjected as Tamara put her clothes back on.

I turned my head to him. "Yes, I'm sure."

She took a piece of paper and scribbled something on it I couldn't see. Throwing it on his desk, she hurried out the door without another word. It reminded me of myself just less than a week earlier.

"What is that?" I asked, picking it up. My heart dropped. "Oh, it's her phone number. For you."

"Oh, come now. Why would I need her when I have you? I don't want this," he assured me, tossing it in the trash. "Was that fun?" he asked after a while.

"It sure was, I've never gotten to play with a girl before. Thanks for letting me do that, Daddy!"

"Oh, Babydoll, you looked so sexy while doing that for me."

"So, is there anything else you need my help with today?" I asked.

"Not today, baby. I'm kind of tired so I think I'm going to head home."

"Me too. Threesomes are hard work! Hey, I'll see you tomorrow, Daddy."

We hugged and he kissed me on my lips again. The feeling was more intense every time.

"I don't think I'll need anything from you tomorrow."

My heart sank. Did I do something wrong?

"What? Why?"

"Nothing you did, baby. We have shortened classes tomorrow and I have meetings after school."

"Oh!" I felt relieved. "Will you be here on Saturday, then?"

"Maybe, I'll text you if I am, okay?"

"Sounds good, Daddy."

We left the room and he walked me to the car. We kissed, again and I reflected on how much fun I had. Although I was bummed I might not see him for awhile, I was satisfied with all we had done together and what we might do in the future.
 

 

 

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