Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 6 Chapter 222/ 16: Frustration and Anger

I lifted my foot lightly and watched Kylar all caged back up after washing up and put back on a sock. Then he put on my shoe delicately and tied it to my foot. Putting down my foot once he was done, I left the other and watched him repeat the process and finish dressing his Mistress. I put down my foot, and I smiled as I looked at Kylar, still naked with just his cage.

"Would you like me to show off your key to everyone, Kylar?" I asked, curious, "Letting the world know you are mine?" I wondered aloud, "I can put your key on a necklace and ensure it is always there out in the open."

I looked down at him and saw his cage fill again as he got hard. I could feel his hesitation, and I took the key, picked up my bag, and put it in my backpack. "I guess you are not ready for that, Kylar," I continued and put my backpack on and turned, "I enjoyed our morning, sissy; class is very soon; better get dressed and ready to go," I finished and started to leave.

"Thank you, Mistress, Thank you," Kylar said as I left.

I was smiling, and I was walking down the hallway. Going inside Kyle twice in one go was nice, but I did crave that third time. Still, we would have a little time if I wanted, but I also loved the experience of having him dress me and then leaving him there to think about what just happened and enjoy letting him think about my body while getting dressed for school.

It was a Mistress's job to make their slave think about them even more, and I knew that he was thinking about me now. I could not help but lick my lips, thinking about how much he was thinking about me now. Even as a cramp hit my stomach and I felt the effects of what the time of month meant to my body, I couldn't lose the smile. Sure, it was inconvenient, but at least it did not happen while I was having fun.

Quickly, though, I reached my first-period classroom and sighed as I remembered the group project. I didn't want to deal with that bullshit, but at least I could probably be with Sarah. I already had the work done if it was the project I was also considering. I just had to talk to Sarah and do it with her. Maybe we can even meet up at my place and enjoy ourselves for a night next week. That would be enjoyable, and I am sure it-

I cut my thoughts off as I did not want to think about things at home. It just increased my stress at this point.

Sitting down at my desk, I pulled my things out and my phone and started to compose a text while I was still thinking of it. I had a MILF to put in place tonight, and I didn't know if we were still on like usual.

Angela: I am expecting you to have a nice surprise for me tonight. Sufficiently, Surprise me, and I will give you a little reward; if I am unhappy with the choice, then be punished. I'm looking forward to it.

It was simple and to the point and would provide me with some entertainment. I wonder what she thought. I almost chuckled, thinking about it before I finished pulling my things out, and I saw Sarah coming up with a smile. "Hey, you were here earlier; um, I, I was wondering if you wanted to be my partner next week for the project," Sarah said, blushing, now embarrassed.

"Sure, I have the project pretty much completed, but I do need a partner," I said, surprising her. "I would love it if we could enjoy doing a project together," I finished with a smile, being serious.

Sarah would be one of the best partners I ever had since the ones in the past were terrible. I didn't even want to think about the other times, and seeing her cute, surprised expression followed by her blush as my last words also meant other things. "I- I- I was al- Also hop- hoping to-." Sarah took a deep breath, "I want you to come to my place, and you can meet my parents," Sarah said in one go, blushing hard. I smiled, but I wasn't sure if I should.

Did I want to go meet Sarah's parents? I was messing around with their daughter, and I knew they were Christian. I was hoping that I could put it off, but I could see on Sarah's face that she wanted to introduce me to her family. I didn't have the heart to tell her no after all. I could tell that she was still struggling with some things in our relationship and her religion, or at least I thought so.

"Okay," I told her with a wry smile, not really wanting to like I did with Alex's parents. "We can meet up at your place and do things."

The smile on her face brightened the room, and I felt a little bad as she looked at me in that way. I could feel her want now, and I questioned the reason for that as the Teacher walked into the room. "Alright, Everyone, Sit down; we have a lesson to go through," The teacher snapped as they closed the door.

What started as a typical lesson left everyone, including myself, bored out of our minds. I still took notes and followed along, much to my own displeasure, as the class was very uninformative, and I was half paying attention. When the bell rang to end class, you could feel the wave of pleasure from the students surrounding me as it was a relief to be taken out of the torture chamber.

I started packing up my things and saw Sarah rushing out herself as she got out of the classroom. I watched her ass leave and licked my lips and my cock started to get hard a little in my panties till I closed my eyes. I took an extra moment to leave to calm myself down as the slight cramps that I was having this morning did nothing to negate how good Sarah's ass did walking away.

After taking some extra time, I headed to the second period, and the teacher was running a bit late, which was nice. I sat down, put my things together, and got some review done while waiting. Then the Teacher burst in, apologized, and quickly got to the lesson without saying anything else. It seemed that something went down as the teacher seemed distracted, and I thought we were doing something different today. I wasn't about to correct them, and none of the rest of the class seemed to think differently.

When the bell rang without anything happening, I was pretty surprised, and I got up without saying anything. As I was leaving, the teacher said, "Angela, Can you stay a minute?" They asked, and I winced, and I nodded.

The rest of the students left, and I walked over to the teacher. She looked at me deadpanned, "Angela, College or university," She asked me with a raised eyebrow, "As one of our school's top students, it has come to our notice that you have not submitted a school you are seeking out. Are you planning on going to community college? Trade school?" The Teacher asked, curious.

"I am thinking about what I want to do, and I have not decided yet," I replied tartly. I heard this conversation recently and didn't care for this teacher to be talking to me about it.

"Well, The Administration is starting to ask all your teachers about asking you this. You have amazing grades, and we want to see you excel. Have you thought about math or Chemistry in the stems? You did quite well in both the AP classes, and I am sure you can make it to some big-name Ivy leagues with your," The teacher coughed at that and looked down at my skirt, "Condition," they finished.

"Well, be that as it may, I think I have the least interest in Ivy League education," I replied tartly, annoyed.

"Well, they are the best-" The Teacher began.

"For debt, it is an insurmountable amount of debt that I would rather not get into." I replied, my annoyance evident, "I know you care or at least pretend to, but I have been thinking about this and am looking into what I want to do for my life, which would most probably be sports. But if I wanted to go to school for something that would make me a lot of money," I smiled, "I would go into the trades, as a longer who had more than enough time to look into things the trades make more money quicker than any doctor or professor. I could become an Elevator repairman in Canada for at least six figures, even in American dollars instead of Canadian monopoly money." I almost snapped.

I took a deep breath, and the teacher looked at me without a smile, "Even if I decide to take a year off and do other things, I will become successful in my own way. Many millionaires and Billionaires get there through unconventional means," I sighed, "Have I satisfied your curiosity with the fact that I have been looking into these things?" I asked.

"You have," The teacher responded with a smile, "In fact, you have made me happier than most students when it comes to this conversation." The teacher sighed, "Many students only look into university or college degrees without looking into the trades or even what is needed out in the real world. Then they end up with worthless degrees that only have salt if they are only looked at for it being a degree at all, which means, in my opinion, that it is worth jack-shit. So I am very happy that you have looked into it much more to this extent. Just remember that a lot of those high-paying Trade jobs are usually hard on the body and have a limited life cycle like welding. Just be careful in your choice, and I am happy."

I nodded, turned away, and walked out of the classroom. I was a little mad about the fact that the Teachers continued to ask me this. Yesterday, another teacher asked, or was I just getting crazy?

Lately, I feel like my memory is slipping, and I haven't even thought about the problem, which was the pregnant cumdump that I still didn't know how to react to. That just brought on more frustration and my mom and Elana with my dad being an asshole.

Before I knew it, I was frustrated inside my head and wanted to release some pent-up anger. I pushed open the door to the teacher's locker room, saw Sarah, Alex, and Tracy there, and growled. I turned and locked the door, just completely unwilling to see anyone else at this moment, and I took off my bag and pulled out the lunch I made before sitting down.

"Are you okay?" Sarah asked, looking at me worried, and Tracy matched the look.

"I am annoyed," I snapped back, and I took a deep breath as I saw her recoil at the venom in my tone, "Sorry, not your fault; I just got to thinking about things that I don't want to be thinking about and the teacher pissed me off so," I sighed, and I dug into my food. I tilted it back, and I started to stuff my face. I heard a chuckle as I scarfed down my food.

Instantly, I grew a little annoyed with the Chuckle and was about to say something when I felt a hand on my thigh. "Well, if you're a little frustrated," I heard Tracy say, "My ass really could use some expanding, I am craving my Mistress, and I can let you reduce your stress a little inside me." I could see her licking her lips and looking at me; the other girls were looking at me with those eyes, and my eyes narrowed.

My cock, on the other hand, was rapidly getting harder even as I was tempted to say no. Still, the cramps, in combination with how frustrated I felt at this moment, made me change my mind. I could use a good anger fuck, and I looked at her and reached down and grabbed her by the hair and twisted my hand in her hair.

"Ow!" Tracy suddenly yelped, surprised, and I pressed her down against my crotch.

"Start sucking then, Skank, and earn the privilege of me filling your hole," I snapped. I felt pleasure as I dominated her like that. It was so simple, but I could feel the power. Her head ducked under my skirt, and her hands started to move. It was something so simple, but the pleasure was already increasing, and I just continued to eat my food faster. I was hungry and frustrated still, and Tracy barely got my cock out of my panties by the time I was done.

Alex was watching me, and I turned to her and smiled, "Has your cuck been wearing panties lately?" I asked. Alex looked at me, surprised, and I shrugged. "Guess you don't know with that look," I replied to myself, feeling my frustration emanating from me and growing.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Sarah asked, "You sound different from normal," Sarah clarified.

I turned to her, and I felt more annoyed. Then I realized it, and I took a deep breath. "I think my hormones might be out of whack," I said, my voice painfully drawling, "I am only feeling anger and frustration, so, Just for now, Deal with it. I just, I" I took another deep breath, and Tracy took my cock into her mouth, and I looked at Alex, who was watching and lusting after it. "No masturbating; Watch, Alex, Take it in and enjoy, but no touching yourself; I am going to fuck Tracy's throat, then her ass, and if I have time, I will put you in place," I told her my lust coming to the forefront at this moment despite my ever-growing frustration.

I turned and scarfed down the rest of my food as I felt Tracy bob up and down on my cock, and the frustration and anger grew. My mind seemed to focus on the fact that Elana would love to be taking my cock like this. I could vividly remember her in my bedroom, her hand around her cock, calling out my name.

My frustration grew as I knew that if I told my father this and she denied it, he would not believe me. I didn't trust my father to take my side in the least, and I hated that. I lived with him for Eighteen years, EIGHTEEN YEARS! and he takes someone he just met word over my own. I was a longer because of him and my mother and my mother, MY MOTHER FOR FUCKS SAKE!

"You're not working my cock hard enough, Skank," I snapped as my mind seemed to be diving down another hole that I didn't want to go down. I needed to distract myself, so I put aside my food, and I shoved my cock flush down Tracy's surprised throat, and grabbed both sides of her head. I started to throat fuck the bitch skank without much thought.

Why was my mother even with my father at this point?!

Me?!

What did their relationship have to do with me?

"FUCK!" I snapped as I felt Tracy tapping my leg for air, and I pulled her head back till my cock popped free, and she was covered in spit and tears at the deep-throat fucking. I looked her in the eyes, and I saw her confusion and desire. I had not treated her harshly lately, and I asked, "Well, Skank, are you ready to take my cock?"

She nodded and coughed on some spit, and I nodded.

My mind was in turmoil, and I wanted out my anger and frustration; I was getting more and more angry, and I knew it. I didn't understand why my mind was focusing now of all times to be a dealing with this. Why did my mother still have to be with my dad?

I pushed Tracy against the floor, and her ass was up in the air, and I pushed her skirt up and pulled her panties down, showing me a wet spot in her panties where her pussy pressed against. I ignored the obvious signs of a wanting bitch to breed and found her little twitching asshole. I spat on it loudly and shoved my cock against it the next second as I squatted behind her ass and walked forward on my toes as I pushed a foot of cock into her in seconds.

"Ooooh~!"

The sudden moan of pleasure filled the air, and the smell of sex started to fill the locker room once more. My mind decided not to focus on that as I remembered that I was about to be a mother at the age of eighteen. That is right; I was about to be like my mother and father and have a kid around the same age. They never talked about it, but my parents were not even in their damn thirties.

It didn't matter that I was over a foot inside my Skanks asshole as I grunted. I shoved my cock in till my balls slapped her ass, and I started to fuck her, and the pleasure barely even registered as my frustration and anger reached a new peak.

Why did I have to be a teenage mom?

Why?

No, I could choose to be a deadbeat mom too!

Great choice. I could choose never to be a mom or father to my own flesh and blood and let Becky and her husband do everything.

I was even allowed to skip any and all responsibility as the mother or the father.

WHATEVER I WAS GOING TO BE TO THIS KID, I DID NOT KNOW.

"FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!" I snapped as I fucked her ass, and my mind refused to move away, and my emotions were going out of control, and I knew it. My cock was throbbing, as were my balls, as I heard Tracy moaning like a slut under me and Sarah looking at me worried. Alex was looking at Tracy with Jealousy, which I had never seen on her face before, but that did not matter. "FUCK!" I snapped at her, and my hand grabbed her hair and pulled.

"OOH~! CUMMING~!" Someone shouted, but I didn't care, as nothing seemed to matter.

I was about to become my father, like to Elana!

Only there once they were eighteen, and that was when someone decided to explain to her that she had a father!

Was that true?

I don't know!

I fucking didn't know anything, and this skank was cumming all over my cock as she wasn't here for my BENEFIT!

I felt like something snapped in me, and I grabbed Tracy and pulled out. I pushed her against the bench and got on my knees, and started to fuck her ass hard. I felt like the world was a little dark at the edges, and my cock and balls were throbbing, and cramps were hitting me a little tricky. The frustration and anger centered around my thoughts. I was lost in it.

My hands were coming down on her ass, and I didn't hear her cries out. But I loved the feeling and touch of the asscheeks rippling under my hand, and I wanted to feel it more. At least this I knew, and her pussy spraying me more and more was telling me that she was loving it, and I felt the need to cum. I needed to cum, but it seemed like something was blocking it. I felt at the edge, and that pushed me to thrust harder and harder, and I could feel my balls slapping her ass as I spanked her ass harder and harder.

EVERYTHING NEEDED TO BE HARDER!

I watched her ass turn a dark red, and I felt her cunt spasm again and again as I thrust into her hard. My balls were throbbing, and I needed to burst. Suddenly, I was pulled off of Tracy, and Alex pushed me to the ground. I snarled at her, and suddenly, she took me inside her ass. I didn't know what was happening but did not care now. I wanted to fuck and orgasm, and I started to thrust into this hair-trigger bitch that practically and literally squirted all over the front of my uniform within seconds. I grabbed her by the face and slapped her.

But that seemed to be the moment that something snapped again, and the world around me came into focus. "Who told you that you are allowed to squirt all over my school uniform!" I asked, and I slapped her again, but in the next moment, as I heard her moan, whatever was holding me back stopped, and my balls throbbed, and my cock throbbed together, and suddenly I was shooting my cum deep into Alex's ass without a valid though in my head as the orgasmed whited it out.

I moaned, and I felt tears streaming down my face, and I shuddered and laid back.

When my mind seemed to regain control, I couldn't help but think, What the fuck am I doing?