Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 7 Chapter 274/ 24: Second Chance

Stepping out of the van, I could only smile as I turned to look at the twitching dripping mess that had two sealed holes, with one dripping a little cum around her lips. Her eyes were hazy, and I grinned, "Cumdump, not bad; I should use your dumpster pussy more often. It got a little tighter than normal. For now, Enjoy the rest of your day," I chuckled, leaving the hot blonde bombshell inside her van while closing the door, giving her privacy from the world and showing her depravity.

I felt better releasing myself on her and walked back toward the school, unsure what to do with myself. Should I shower? I was a little sweaty, but I still had Volleyball practice. 

I double-checked my backpack before I pulled out my phone. I frowned as I noticed a message.

Mom: Angela, honey, Are you okay? Can you come home to talk?

I felt my eyelids twitching a little while reading that.

I quickly pressed the call button, and my mother picked up immediately. "Honey, Angela, are you okay?"

"Yeah, Mom. I am fine. I have been bed hopping a bit but  mostly staying at Crystals."

"Oh good, good, Honey. I talked to your dad. You can come home," Mom said, and I scoffed without restraint. 

"Nah, I'm good," My voice reflected the contempt I felt for my father.

"W- What?"

"Mom, why the fuck are you still with that man? My father is a bastard. The second he has another daughter, he loves her more. What should I say?" I asked, my voice filled with contempt.

"That is not true, honey," My mother replied, her voice wavering.

"Oh?" I replied, my contempt cutting, "Mom, let's say this: Actions speak more than words. So, let's reflect on his actions." I coughed, and I heard my mom start to cry, making me feel a bit guilty, but I was not going to stop. "Let's see, while I lived with you, Dad never did anything for me. Never woke up for me, never really gave me my own space and most of the things for me. He never really did much with me. Remember when I used to invite him to the park with me when I was nine to see if he wanted to go jogging with me? Fishing with me? Going out and doing stuff? Always too busy. Work always came in the way. Then you know what we found out, Mom?" I asked her bluntly but did not stop to let her answer, "That he had a side woman! That even then, it was for ELANA! Now, it's all about Elana around the house! It is about ELANA having a rough time. Things that he could not be bothered to do for me, he was suddenly available to do for Elana." I paused this time and let my mom have a chance to talk.

"Honey, Angela, he loves you too," My mom said.

"That is not the problem, Mom. To be honest, it is not about Elana; it is about Dad. He doesn't want me home? Fine. If he wants me there, you will not be the one to convince me. He will have to call, beg, scrape his knees, bow on asphalt, trying to make me forgive him. Because, until he fucking does, why the fuck should I, Mom? Why? Why should I try to have a relationship with a man who clearly barely cares at all about me?" I took a breath, "Mom, why should I live in a house where only one person wants me there?"

The silence reigned after I asked the questions, and I realized a moment later that it was technically a lie. Elana now had a chastity cage around her for which I had the key. I might have completely forgotten about that. I wonder if she was looking for me now to masturbate? What the fuck was wrong with her masturbating to her half-sister. 

Hmm, maybe I should finish that up and ensure that she is locked up. I am surprised she has not tried to reach out to me yet. I had her key in the necklace of keys that I have in my bag right now. I should wear that; it looks nice seeing those keys.

"Okay," my mom finally said. Can I see you soon, though? I am worried about you."

"Mom, I will see you soon. We can make another date for massages or go out to eat somewhere. Okay?"

"Okay, honey. Angela, I am sorry this happened."

"Mom, it is not your fault, or I should say, this is Dad's fault because he is a piece of shit. I will see you later; I need to go."

I hung up and realized I was standing beside the school's front doors, and a girl I did not know was standing there. "Are you okay?" she asked, and I looked at the black-haired girl wearing her school uniform.

"Not really," I replied, "Family bullshit."

"Don't we all," the girl replied with a smile. "How bad?"

"I am technically homeless," I replied with a hurt chuckle.

"That bad, fuck. Need a place?"

"Nah, I'm good. Thank you for the offer, though. I don't know you, but you would offer something like that."

"Ah, my mom and dad take in foster kids. We own a large plot of land and have like three homes on it. We try to give people a place to sleep for the night if needed. It gets rowdy, but I love my mom and dad. They have already helped two foster kids get into good schools and colleges."

"Shit, that is actually really nice of them," I said, honestly, surprised.

"Yeah, it really is, but if you need a place to stay," The girl said, and I laughed.

"I don't need convincing; your house is a good place. I have a girlfriend with whom I am staying. She is perfectly happy having me around, and if she kicks me out, I have another place I can go. You don't need to be worried about me."

"Okay, sorry for the rant. My mom and dad would kill me if I did not put out the offer." The girl sighed. "Hey, my name is Lemon. Yes, my name is stupid, but I like it." Lemon said with a cute smile.

"Angela," I said with a grin, "Thanks for the offer, Lemon. But I am good, and I appreciate it. You okay, Lemon?"

"Well, I hate this uniform, but nah, I am good. Long day and lunch is about to start."

"Mmm, second period off?" I asked.

"Yup. You?"

"Something different. I'm not skipping, though," I chuckled. I got to get going. I will see you around, Lemon. I hope things are going well for you when I see you next."

"You too, Angela. Good luck!" Lemon replied, and I walked away, and she walked out into the parking lot. 

I felt a bit better after talking to Lemon. If I was being honest with myself, I should have thanked the girl for that. I wondered, though, if she was speaking the full truth about her parents. Not that it was any of my damn business unless she said something. 

Then the bell rang, interrupting my thoughts, and I continued along as the students came out and started to move around. I pushed through easily as people were making it easy for me. I noticed that people were keeping a bit of a distance. That was odd, but I did not care. I got to the locker room, and I saw Tracy and Sarah.

"Angela," Sarah said, "C- Can we talk?" 

This was going to happen at some point, so I may as well let it happen now! "Yeah, Sure," I said, and Tracy looked at Sarah and then at me.

"I should get lost for a bit," Tracy said, chuckling and grabbing her food. "See you in a bit. I will just be outside."

Suddenly, we were alone, and I looked at Sarah. No, I was looking at Strawberry, and she looked at me. "Angela," Sarah said.

"Strawberry," I replied to see her reaction, and she flinched a little. That was not a good sign.

"My mom and dad are pissed," Sarah said, grabbing the back of her neck.

"Religious bigots usually are."

"They are not bigots."

"Yes, they are, Sarah. But I am not going to argue with you on that."

Sarah looked restless, "My mom and dad don't want me to be around you."

"I don't give a flipping fuck what your parents think. I care what you think," I replied bluntly, "You are my Strawberry, not your parents. I would care more that I stepped in dog shit than what your parents think, Strawberry. Now, Talk to me about something I would actually give a fuck about hearing."

"My mom and dad said they would kick me out if I continued to see you outside Volleyball."

"You need a place to stay?" I asked, "Or are you going to follow those religious bigots' orders?"

"Angela, you're not making this easy," Sarah complained with tears in her eyes.

"No, I am making this the easiest it can be. You are a lesbian; you like women, not men; that is what you told me. I am that perfect mix you like and have liked for a long time. Now, your parents are enforcing their religious doctrine on you. I am offering you a place to stay other than your parents. I am now asking you what you want to do."

"There, my family, Angela."

"Yes, I know that," I said, hiding a pain that I felt deep down.

"I love my mom and dad," Sarah said.

"So, what does that mean for us?" I asked, not knowing what I wanted her to reply.

"Why are you being a bitch about this?" Sarah suddenly asked, "My parents are forcing this on me!" Sarah cried with tears flowing down her eyes.

"You know what, Sarah? I am going to do something for you. I am going to open up an offer; leave me for now. Stop being my Strawberry. Follow what your parents wish, and when you can do so no longer. Come talk to me, and I will give you a second chance." I said, not wanting to argue. I just did not want to; I had other things. So many other things to deal with, "You know Sarah," I said, watching her flinch as she looked at me, shocked by what I had just said, "I have so much going on. I am homeless, and I have a baby coming in eight or nine months; who the fuck knows. I have a girlfriend, lovers, a job, a lawyer, and a sister who suddenly appeared in my life. I have sports, Volleyball, track and field, and MMA, which I have not been to in over a week five before that, I think. I have shit going on, Sarah. I have so much shit going on that I can barely remember what happened last week. I just remembered that I put a fucking chastity cage on someone! I had completely forgotten!" Sarah looked at me, even more surprised somehow. "I am going to be honest with you, like I have always been. Your parents say they don't want me around you at the moment, so that's fine. If you want to follow their instructions, go ahead. I will give you a second chance if you ever want to come back to me. Suppose you want to be my blushing Strawberry again. But I also am not going to try to convince you to stay longer than I have. I don't have it in me anymore. I am just so fucking tired of the fucking drama around me."

The sigh escaped my lips, and I looked at her, "Decide, Sarah, it's your choice. Walk out of this room, and it will be bye till you want to come back to me or not."

Silence reined in the locker room, and Sarah started to cry, and I did not move. Not one fucking inch, this was her choice, and I saw her walk toward me, then around me. "I'm sorry, Angela. I really do like you, but I need my family."

"Goodbye, for now, Sarah. I will see you at Practice," I told her.

"Mmmm," Was all she did before walking out and opening the door.

"Are you okay, Angela?" I heard Tracy say a moment later.

"I was just dumped for the first time, if I am being honest, Tracy. I don't fucking know how to feel." I said, took off my backpack, and sat down.

"That was awfully fast for a breakup," Tracy said.

"What do you want me to do? Chase after a lover who doesn't want to be with me?" I asked, "Or should I say, her parents don't want me around her. What am I supposed to do? It's not like she is my girlfriend. The law doesn't allow me to marry two people. I gave her the option to live with me instead of her family. She could have just lied to her parents about not being around me. What am I supposed to fucking do to keep her around, Tracy?" I asked.

"Tell her how much you care?" Tracy said, "Beg her?"

"Fuck no," I said with a sneer, "Do I look like the fucking type to beg someone?" 

"no, NO, you don't, Angela. I'm sorry."

"I don't mean to be mad at you. no, I am not mad at you," I said, opening up my food and looking down into it. "it's not your fault; it's her fucking religious bigot parents. Her little brother is a perverted little kid. It probably did not help that I flashed her little brother with my breasts in front of her parents."

"That probably did not help," Tracy chuckled. Then Tracy started to laugh, "I'm sorry, I can only think of their reaction to you showing those massive cannons to her little brother. Fucking amazing," Tracy covered her mouth, trying not to laugh; it was infectious, and I started to laugh with her.

Several minutes of laughing filled the teacher's locker room, and I sighed as I finished. "Yeah, that probably did not help. But I was mad; I am allowed to be mad." I sighed, "I made her make a decision, and I allowed her to come back whenever she wanted to. I am not going to hold her responsible for her cunt parents' decision to emotionally blackmail their daughter."

"Well, when you put it like that, yeah. I kind of would have a hard time not folding either," Tracy said.

"Yup, that is why I can't blame her. I am angry as fuck, but what? What the fuck am I supposed to do? Tell her parents that I want to continue to fuck their daughter's daylights out without ever marrying her? Without showing any level of commitment those Christian fucks want?" Then I stared at Tracy, "To beg those fuckers that would blackmail their daughter?"

"Okay, I get it, Angela."

"Sorry, I am having a hard time keeping control of my rage."

"Mmm, that's understandable. I got an almost perfect score on a major project I handed in the other day. The teacher just told me my mark!" Tracy exclaimed happily, and I smiled.

"Good. I am working for Horizon University now, joining Alex. I hope you can join us," I said sincerely.

"I looked into it. There is a local community college that I can also attend if I fall short. I plan to put in a backup application there, too."

"I hope to keep you around, Tracy. I might not have said this before, or maybe I have. But I honestly like you since you have changed. I know what I did was not the best thing for you, but you before and after are heaven and earth. You are much better now, in my opinion."

Tracy smiled, "Thank you. I like me now better, too." Then Tracy looked at me, "Mistress, Do you want to hate fuck me? Like fuck the shit out of my little asshole and fill me up? Make me scream? Just rampage inside of me while letting go of your emotions?"

"Do you want to go to your classes the rest of the day?"

"Eh, I can sit a little oddly at them. People have started to get used to me being a little antsy at my desk."

"Okay, let me finish up, and I will make you my hate skank for lunch."

Tracy grinned, "I love the idea of that."

"I notice you smile more now."

"Thanks, I am happier. I used to be so jealous all the time. Thinking about what Jake was doing and who he was with. What he was doing. Was he cheating on me?" Tracy sighed, "Now, I know you are fucking other women. I know you have a girlfriend over me. Crystal is pretty amazing, too. But I am not even jealous of it. I am not envious of Alex or was of Sarah or even Crystal. You treat me like me, no one else. I feel seen by you when you are with me. I feel like when you're inside of me, you're doing it because you like me for who I am. Even if you are trying to make others jealous. It's fucking weird, but I feel so fucking liberated. You just bluntly tell me the truth. You want to be around someone who can engage with you intellectually when you want to talk. You want the people with you to value themselves. When you met me, I was a low-class skank who could not think about anything other than what my boyfriend was doing. Now, I am still a low-class skank, but I am a low-class skank with ambitions to become your high-class skank. And if things down the line don't work out, I will know that this relationship made my life better."

"Fuck," I said, softening up, "That, thank you for that."

I pulled my lunch box up to my face and started to munch down on everything. "I am just saying the truth. You did so much for me that I can never thank you enough."

I finished eating my food and pulled down my pants, "Then, let's hate fuck," I said with a grin as Tracy looked up at me. Then She took her food and ate it in two bites and smiled,

"How do you want me, Mistress?"

"Strip Skank. I want you doggy style; we can keep it simple." 

"I love it when you just tell me what you want." 

Tracy did not need to be told twice; she took off her skirt, revealing a pair of white panties, and then her shirt, revealing a white bra, and moments later, her nice long brown hair draped her breasts a little after she removed her bra. She put her hands on the bench and showed me her ass, and I walked around to the front after stripping myself. My cock was in front of her face, and I pinched her nose, making her open her mouth, and I shoved my cock in without restraint. "Never forget the Lube skank," I commented and grabbed her by both sides of her hair and started to fuck her throat without restraint. 

Today, no, this last fucking hour had been an emotional decline. Who the fuck was my mom to try and 'convince' my dad for me to come back. Who the fuck did he think he was that I would come crawling fucking back. Did they think I had no fucking pride? No fucking ability to take care of myself?

I HAD BEEN ALONE FOR FUCKING YEARS!

I DID NOT FUCKING NEED THEM!

I pulled out, and Tracy coughed as she looked up at me, "I thought you were going to make me pass out how hard you were fucking my throat, Mistress."

"Shut the fuck up, Skank. Don't let the school know you are here," I sneered as I walked around, and Tracy moaned as I pressed the head of my cock on her asshole. It easily opened up, and her moans got louder, but I did not care. I could only see Sarah's sad face.

My cock went balls deep as I thought about what those cunt parents of hers told her. That she had to get rid of me as a friend because 'I was a bad influence,'" Fucking stupid. It was all fucking stupid; her belief, her fucking parents, and her little brother were a little fun. But fuck those two self-righteous pieces of shit.

Did Sarah think that she could just fucking turn off her attraction to the same fucking sex? To strong, muscular women? She was in a fucking Volleyball team, for fucks sake! She was going to be showering with naked women and get wet! Is that going to be corruption for her, too?

You are a fucking lesbian, you stupid cunt. Learn that you are going to have to fucking live with that and deal with it. Your parents are going to find out eventually unless you fucking hide. Forever, with some cucked little man trying to fill the hole that I left behind. 

Good, fucking luck. 

Was she going to get a black man or a huge, hung white guy to try and fill the void I left behind?  You know your parents will probably have the same fucking problem with the black man, and good luck with the white guy. Although, to be fair, Greg and fucking Jake were actually pretty big.

The problem is, your not fucking attracted to them cunt!

Suddenly I was taken by surprise and grunted as I was in full swing releasing my seed into Tracy, who could no longer hold her body up and her face against the bench as I had been fucking her ass silly. Her asshole was pulling me in as I released my seed into her sucking on me and pulling out even more cum.

But I was still pissed off at this last hour.

Why the fuck does everyone have to get on my fucking case?

Why the fuck has so much drama bullshit happened to me lately?

Can't I just be myself and not have people troubling me?

FUCK!

I grunted, and I slapped the ass before me, angry as fuck at that ass for feeling so good and invading my thoughts as It desperately tried to suck the cum out of my cock. I had no fucking idea what was up with Tracy's ass and pussy, but it was amazing, and I found myself roaring as I reached my peak again, feeling frustrated and angry, and the pleasure overwhelmed it all, and I shouted something I did not know and flooded her insides again.

My mind blanked and sighed as I finished and pulled out of my Skank. "Fuck," I said slowly, and her knees could not support her, and I heard Tracy moaning.

"Mistress, your hate fucks are amazing. My ass is twitching," She moaned, and I looked down, and I was standing in a puddle of her cum.

"Mmm, let's clean you up," I said, grabbing her by under her shoulders, pulling her up, and walking her to the showers. I turned on the hot water and started to clean her off as she got back her walking legs.

Then the bell rang, and Tracy seemed to wake up.

"Shit, I got to go," She said and grabbed the towel I handed her from my bag quickly dried off, then speed ran, getting dressed, and out the door.

"Well, I can take my time," I commented to myself, and I decided to just put the water over me to clean up a little. The hot water was nice, and I refused to think of a thing while I stood there, letting the shower fall down my breasts and stomach.