Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 5 Chapter 169/17: Trench coat

I sat down at my desk after handing in my homework. I sighed with relief as the lesson started, and I wanted to groan when I realized it was going over the homework. The teacher handed out others' work, and we graded it for them. I didn't know if it was lazy, but I felt like I learned nothing from these lessons. I also thought it could contribute to bullying, although that was never an issue for me as a top scorer.

That being said, My bullying came mostly from my body. No one understood. Still, my mind was wandering because of this boring lesson. I couldn't help but think back to my promise to Sarah and wonder what she wanted to do Monday.

My mind skipped with that last thought, and I quickly grabbed my phone and started to text Samantha.

Angela: SHIT! I hope you didn't tell Sophia Monday! I just realized I already had plans made for that day! Please reschedule for Thursday!

I quickly put in the text, and when I looked up, the teacher was glaring at me, and I blushed as I rarely used my phone in class. I mumbled an apology putting the phone away, and the teacher went back to working with us through the homework. I hated it, and it was slow, but the answers all came out to what I expected and believed I put down this morning.

I felt a buzz from my phone a moment later. I pulled out my phone during the boring class and pulled up Samantha's text. I waited till the teacher was looking at the board, and I looked down and winced as I read the text.

Samantha: God Damnit Angela. I was just about to tell her the good news. She has been on my case. I will schedule Thursday, though. She was hoping for something earlier but you better not back out on me for Thursday. I can tell Sophia is pent-up. She hasn't made an appointment with anyone else in the weeks since she met you. You ruined her ability to enjoy strap-on toys, Angela. I can tell how needy she is now.

I could feel her annoyance in the text, and I closed my phone and put it back in my pocket. Samantha was getting very annoyed with me, and I didn't want it to be that way. I wanted to sigh, but instead, I shook my head. Nothing I can do about it now. I knew I was pissing her off, but my life came first, and she was profiting heavily from my presence from all I heard. I wasn't about to be fired; if I was fired, I still had Hilda.

I shook my head and turned my attention back to the lesson. It didn't take too long before the students started asking questions. That was when I realized that with how close to the end of class that, students were looking to have her not be able to give more homework by starting a new lesson. I wanted to yawn as the bell got closer, and they continued to ask questions. I started packing my things, and just at the right time, the bell rang, and the teacher shook their head and dismissed the class.

I grabbed my bag and walked out of the classroom without looking back, making my way to the locker room. I didn't delay, and I stripped as soon as I entered and got myself ready quickly. I didn't know what Mrs. Grendier wanted to do today, but I was looking forward to the end of class today. I couldn't help but wonder what Hilda would do with my directions. I wanted to think more about it, but I knew I would only get a hard-on if I did so.

Putting on my weights after putting on my purple workout outfit, I was glad that the school didn't have a uniform for gym. I liked wearing more revealing clothing, to be honest, and when working out at Sensei's gym. The men appreciated it, and I got to show off my gains as I gained them. I was never shy about my body in the least, and I knew I looked good as a woman.

I had large F-cup breasts Asians would be jealous of and a figure many women would kill for. My body was something I only wished showed true strength underneath. Still now, with how many people were yearning for my body and for me to toy with them, I couldn't help but love my body more. My body was a temple I built and continued to build into the wonderful temple it is today. I could run for longer than anyone I knew and was stronger than most men. People struggled to keep up with me, and I put them to shame if they tried.

Pride was something I told could be a fallacy but I didn't care. I was strong and proud of it. I finished dressing and walked out with my backpack and two hundred and forty pounds of weight on me. No one I knew could regularly walk around with this weight strapped to their body and run at a good pace with stamina. I was used to this weight and loved the extra weight on my body.

Reaching the Gymnasium, Mrs. Grendier was just at the door, ready to come to meet me. Her eyes widened as I entered, and I walked over to her in a couple of steps. I smiled and said, "Good Afternoon, Mrs. Grendier; where are we starting today?" I asked.

She smiled and pointed at the storage room, "We're going outside; help me gather the things and bring 'em out the door, and then you can warm up while I finish setting things up," Mrs. Grendier said, and I nodded.

We quickly moved towards the storage room, gathering the volleyballs and needed equipment. I quickly brought them out the doors, and Mrs. Grenider shooed me off for my run. I smiled and began to run around the field without pause. I quickly got up to a full sprint and felt the weight. I watched as I turned and saw Mrs. Grendier setting up the net, and I smiled as I continued to run around the field. I swapped to a jog for a bit before going into a full-out sprint and continued running until I saw that Mrs. Grendier had almost finished setting up for our practice, and I made my way over to her. Sweat only started to build on my forehead, and I stopped before her just as she finished setting up the net.

"To start," Mrs. Grendier said, turning to me, "We will have you make some recovery since you still need some practice on that before we move on to faking. You have a good ability to spike, but sometimes even if you have the power to overwhelm the other team, you need a softer approach. It will throw them off even if you do it once and a while, and it will become a weapon for you to use, Angela. Even only doing it once to the other team may throw them off. For now," Mrs. Grendier pointed to the side of the court that she wanted me on and grinned. "Let's start."

A moment later, Sand poured down the crevice of my breasts as I dove into the sand to get the ball. I sent it out into the grass, and Mrs. Grendier called it a failure. I wasn't done, and I got up and recovered, only for her to send me to another side of the court to recover a spiked ball that made me leap for it.

Quickly I found sand in new parts of my body that I didn't think about often, but I did not care as I recovered ball after ball. Now, Mrs. Grendier wouldn't keep making the ball, something I would have to jump for. It took me for a loop how easy some were, and I failed to recover them properly.

I lost track of how many times I missed or needed to recover correctly over the first half of the period. Mrs. Grendier would shout at me and tell me what went wrong and how to do better. It was abrupt when she called it to a halt, and moments later, I was jumping in the air to spike a ball, only to change up and tap the ball over the net. Or that was what I wanted to happen. I quickly learned that tapping a ball in volleyball was a lot more difficult than I thought.

When you were ready to make a spike and instead tap the ball over, it was a quick change of speed that you had to sell to the other team. I found it hard not to hit the ball as hard as possible instead of tapping it. It was a struggle and something which didn't come naturally to me. Mrs. Grendier was correct that I at least needed to learn to switch things up so the other team wouldn't get used to my power swings. It was a critical thing to do, so I got deeper into it.

Before I knew it, my legs were hurting, and the sweat and sand were all over me. It was typical when practicing in the sand, and I was smiling the entire time as I practiced. When the bell rang, I was brought out of a zone of concentration that I had been in. I quickly began to help clean things up with Mrs. Grendier as fast as I could. I didn't want to delay seeing my slut for the night, and Mrs. Grendier was smiling as I helped her.

"Everything okay?" Mrs. Grendier asked as I dragged the cage back into the storage room.

"Got an appointment, and I will probably be a little late," I told her truthfully, "Still, I want to help clean up since I know you are doing me a major benefit with this one on one training," I finished, and she smiled.

"Then go on ahead; get yourself all showered up. A lot of sand got in there today," Mrs. Grendier said, making me frown.

"Thanks!" I replied and headed out without another word.

Running out, I quickly collected my backpack before heading to the locker room and stripping. I had sand in too many crevices right now, and I needed to clean up my body. It took me a minute to strip my weights and another for the clothes before I jumped into the shower and started to clean everything. Somehow the sand made it to my pussy, too, and it was irritating me.

Taking a bit longer than I wanted, I made sure there was no more sand in any crevices of my body. I got out, and I got dressed back in my school uniform. I quickly finished changing and put most of my weights back into my bag. After gathering everything up and drying myself off, I set off feeling all the weight in my bag.

My back was a little more uncomfortable but a familiar weight. With that, I headed out and quickly headed down the hallways. Noise and movement were still ongoing, and I saw a bunch of cliques still around, which was different as I made my way through the school. You could still feel Stanley's passing on everyone's mood. There was still that darker sentiment, but now the people who didn't care for him were already brightening up.

I was still wrestling with my own feelings when it came to that. I mostly ignored it like I seemed to do. I walked down the hallways and saw some people still looking at me like a pariah, but I didn't care. When I reached the front of the school, I walked out without care and made my way toward where I had met up with Hilda the last two times.

I walked down the sidewalk feeling happy. I couldn't believe still that Crystal had told me that she loved me. It was something that I had never experienced before, and it made me happy in a way I had never felt before. Here I was, a woman that slept with other women regularly and men, yet, Crystal actually loved that side of me. I shook my head as I neared the spot where I had met with Hilda the last two weeks. This time again, I found her car there, and I walked up and I knocked on the door before getting into the back.

The car was sealed in the back with the window up, and I turned to Little Star, which had a trench coat on and sealed up. The only thing that I could see besides her head was the black nylon stockings that covered her nice legs that disappeared up into the trench coat. The tinted window didn't allow the driver any sight into the back; I couldn't help the smile on my face. Hilda turned to me with flaming cheeks, and her body shifting made her bite her lip a little. I could see the lust and desire in her eyes, and I knew that she followed the order instead of backing out. I could see the excitement grow as I sat down and closed the door.

I smiled but did not greet her yet, "Tell your diver to go to the sex toy store; we are going to pick something up for you, Little Star," My order hit her, and she nodded.

"To the Sex toy store, I don't care which one," Hilda ordered, and a moment later, the car was moving.

"Now, Now, Little Star," I said, looking her over, and I took off my backpack and moved toward her. "You are now going to show me what you decided to wear for Mistress. I am looking forward to it."

Hilda was a mature Russian woman with blushing cheeks. Her blonde hair was immaculate at this moment, up in a bun. Her body was entirely covered in the brown trench coat that hid what lay below. As the car was in movement, my ears could pick up the slight buzzing sound, and I smiled. Hilda slowly undid the buttons, and I could see her move oddly as she did so. I could tell that she wasn't entirely comfortable, and when the last button came undone, there was a fresh scene that made my cock start to harden. The smell of a woman in need started to fill the back seat quickly, and I grinned.

"Look what we have here," I said without thought as I looked at the woman before me.

Under the trench coat, starting from the top, were two straps around her neck that went down her cleavage and around her breasts before coming back up, cupping the bottom of her breasts like a bra without covering the nipples. Those cups held two remotes that held remotes to two vibrating eggs taped to her nipples. Both were buzzing on either side of her nipples at a moderate pace sending shivers of pleasure through her breasts.

Moving down from her breasts was a matching black corset with Gartner belt straps looking thing with lace around her stomach, but they stopped at the straps cupping her breasts and holding them up. From there, you reached her core, and the straps from the corset held up the two nylon stockings. At her pussy you could see a vibrator moving slowly inside her, held up by matching in-design black panties that looked soaked as if she pissed herself.

It was beautiful, and I also felt like I could do better. Something in me cried to do more, but this woman was already risking so much, and my cock throbbed as it started to press against my panties. "Beautiful, Little Star," I complimented truly. Her breasts looked amazing, and her mature body was a picture of a Russian model in my opinion.

"T-Thank you, Mistress," Little Star said, her voice filled with pleasure.

"We are going to pick out some fun toys for you. I will make sure that you are more than rewarded, Little Star, for this. Now close it up," I told her as I felt the car start to come to a stop, "We should be there soon, and I want you to pick out something for that little asshole that seems empty. We cannot let it be lonely after all. We still have dinner as well," I said with a grin on my face, and I watched Little Star shiver as she realized that I expected her to eat with the toys inside her.

I was right when the car suddenly came to a stop, and the driver signaled that we were at the destination. "Go on, Little Star; You go out first; I will follow you," I told her with a smile, and Hilda trembled again. She reached out and opened the door stepping out. I scooched over and got out behind her, only to smile more brightly than ever before. I couldn't believe it, and I remembered that my Girlfriend said she would send me something teasing.

I saw her in the parking lot of her Sex toy shop with Hilda turning to look at me in that trench coat. My smile was bright, and I felt like a kid with a jar full of cookies. I couldn't be happier as I felt my smile change looking at Hilda and realized that we could spice up the night a lot.

Hilda's diver brought me to Crystal's sex toy shop she was in, and business looked slow at the moment as someone got in their car and left.

I stepped up to Hilda, slapped her ass, making her moan, and turned her towards the store. "Let's go inside, Hilda," I told her with a grin, and we headed towards the store with Hilda none the wiser and my imagination blasting off.

My mind didn't have much time to wonder as we reached the door quickly and entered the store that started my girlfriend and I's relationship, this time with another woman in tow. Stepping in, I saw no one at the counter, but stepping through the sensor to check for stolen items, I saw her among a rack of porn restocking. She turned and smiled then her eyes widened as I brought Hilda in.

"Oh, I didn't expect to see you here!" Crystal exclaimed with a bright smile, then turned to Hilda, that now had flaming red cheeks, and she looked at her oddly for a moment. Looked at her trench coat before smiling. "Wow," She commented a second later, "Is this what I think this is?" Crystal asked, crossing over, and I grinned and grabbed Hilda from behind as she was still recognizing the situation.

"Little Star," I whispered into her ear from behind as she started to comprehend the situation. "Remember in the contract that there is one person allowed to join us. Remember my girlfriend?" I asked her.

I felt her tremble, and Crystal's sadistic smile probably matched my own. "Y-Yes," Little Star said meekly.

"It seems that through coincidence, your Driver brought her to my girlfriend's store while she was working," I whispered, "No idea this was going to happen in the least, mind you. But why don't you give her a little flash, Little Star? I am sure you will enjoy it," I ordered her, my voice soothing in her ear while speaking words that made her shiver and blush a deep red I never saw on older women till today. It was up to her cheeks, and to further agonize her, I kissed her neck and grabbed those vibrating breasts, groping them a little and making her moan.

"Y- yes, Mistress," Hilda meekly got out as I continued to grope her breasts. Her hands reached down while I continued to fondle her, and I could see Crystal's excited face. Those buttons slowly were undone, and moments felt like minutes as I continued to fondle her vibrating breasts, and when she finished undoing those buttons, I didn't give her a chance to think. I tore the coat open, showing my girlfriend and Crystal's eyes widened, and her lust grew.

"What a Slut," Crystal said, and without further prompting, Hilda squirted a little from her pussy with a moan, and her hands darted for her mouth, and I couldn't help but laugh. Crystal also laughed, and Hilda was blushing so hard still.

I regained my composure quickly and whispered in Hilda's ear, "Little Star, Beg her to turn up a device on you," I ordered, and Hilda tried to turn to look at me. I grabbed her breasts again, making sure not to hit the vibrators, and Hilda moaned into her hands which were covering her mouth.

"Do, it," I whispered again.

"C-c -can you turn up a device on me please," Hilda got out a moment later that felt so long. I could feel her embarrassment and her humiliation, and Crystal smiled brightly and nodded.

"Oh, I would love to," Crystal said. She took a couple of steps before squatting before Hilda, and a moment later, Hilda moaned loudly, and the vibrator in her pussy started to move faster, and the vibrations started to get louder.

"Ah!" Hilda moaned as Crystal came back up and started to cover Hilda up. She buttoned up Hilda's Trench coat and smiled as she moaned and her legs trembled. "P- Please, Too much," Hilda moaned out.

Letting go of Hilda, I smiled and grinned at Crystal, "No, I will turn it down in the car. First, you must pick out a little butt plug for you to start wearing. Something steel with a little jewel, I think, will look cute," I said, denying her. "Come on, Little Star, we need to shop," I told her.

I slapped her ass and brought her over to the anal section as her legs trembled. I held onto her arm while Crystal went back to work with a knowing smile. "Here, I thought we couldn't see each other tonight," Crystal said from the register, and I turned to look at her while Hilda looked at the butt plugs.

"I didn't expect to see you either," I replied, "Mind getting me something fun for me to wreck her pussy after getting all moistened up?" I asked.

Crystal grinned, "I want to see you in it later, though," Crystal negotiated.

"Done!" I replied with a grin turning back to my wonderful client, who was blushing.

"How about an array of different color jewels? You can wear them all the time like accessories. Pink, Purple, Blue, Green," I said, listing them off, and Hilda blushed but nodded, "Well, if we are going with an array," I said with a grin. I pulled down a couple with roses and other designs for her and smiled. "Bring them over to the counter and wait for me," I ordered her, and Hilda nodded, blushing, and took slow, trembling steps. Below her, there were little wet spots coming from her cunt as she gushed down onto the floor. I quickly walked over to what I wanted and grabbed a spur. It was something small to tease with for the night, and I wondered how she would react.

Crystal came out from the back a second later, and a second later, three men came into the store. Hilda turned her head from them, looking suspicious as they passed by her, and I walked over with a grin. Crystal walked around me and put a box on the counter with the other things, and I put my thing down, and Crystal looked at the three men with a frown. I could tell she wanted to say more but instead rang up the boxes of plugs and put them in a black bag before telling us the price.

Hilda took out her card with a blush and paid for it all without batting an eye. I could tell she wanted to leave, and I grinned as we moved around. It was too bad that I couldn't play with her more in the store, but a little puddle was starting to grow under her in the store. I walked with her helping her walk, and Crystal sent me a text which I had to ignore for now. I walked her back to the car and helped her in.

When I got into the car, Hilda started moaning, moving her hands down toward her trench coat, and undid the buttons as fast as she could. When she tore open the jacket, the Vibrator was making her gush, and her hands reached down while my cock throbbed and was now stretching my panties. I wanted nothing more than to pull out that vibrator and take Hilda right here and now. But I had other plans and as Hilda reached down to do something to the vibrator I stopped her and slapped her hands.

"No! Please, Mistress!" Hilda began, "Please! I need to Cum," She begged when I stopped her hands from reaching her vibrator, and I could see the need in her eyes.

"No," I told her sternly, "Wait for it," I continued when she looked to me with glazed eyes that spoke to the torment she was feeling, and I reached down, lowering the setting on the vibrator back to before.

Hilda pulled her head back and groaned, "Mistress, I want to cum; please, Let me cum. Make me Cum," She begged, and I covered her mouth and shook my head.

"No, Now tell your driver to bring us home, or your torment will continue. The reward will destroy your world, Little Star. Now, Tell your driver," I repeated, and Hilda groaned before pressing the button.

"Home," She stated before letting go; the driver set off, and I grinned. I didn't want to wait to feel what a seasoned gushing pussy felt like, but I had to be patient, and I hurried over and pressed my breasts against Hilda making her moan.

"Soon, Little Star. Now, hold on," I said, reaching down and pressing my hand to her stomach, and her moans returned. I grinned; teasing her was going to be a lot of fun. I couldn't wait till dinner.