Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 5 Chapter 160/8: The Impossible Game

The wind blew past as I finished my run coming up to the open doors of the school. It was still a little dark out, but the sun was starting to rise, and school would be in session soon. Sweat speckled my brow as I entered the doors, and my clothing clung to my body, moist with sweat. Sweat pooled around my weights, and I couldn't help but smile as I felt awake and happy.

I forgot to tell anyone to join me in the locker room this morning, but that was fine. Jake was supposed to show up. That thought didn't make me angry as I fast-walked down the hall. Meeting with Jake now that I was giving him away no longer sent my mood into the dumps. Instead, I was starting to think about what I could do to him now.

That was a relief that I didn't know I needed so much. The thought of him bugging out on me this morning as well didn't stress me out, either. He was supposed to show up, but if he didn't, I had plenty of reviewing I could do that I was probably behind on. I could make a trip to the library and catch up a little. Either way, I was awake and happy this morning, and my smile was bright as I pushed open the Teacher's locker room.

Slightly to my surprise, and for the first time in a while, it was empty as I pushed open the door, and I shrugged off my backpack and put it over by the showers. I removed my weights and set them to the side of my bag. The silence was nice, just like the steady thump of my feet against the concrete. I was at peace with myself as I turned to get into the shower.

If Jake didn't show, then he didn't show up for his time with me. I would be finishing Jake off this Friday, and I had to start planning for that soon. My mind didn't seem to focus on that, though, and instead turned to Crystal this morning.  It seemed that she was shy about saying that she wanted to talk to Samantha, which was weird. It would be the first time she acted like she needed my permission since I treated her like an object because of her parents. It was the only thing that I could think of to make her think that I might react badly to her wanting to talk to her best friend.

Samantha was my boss at the club, and I would never think of stopping Crystal from visiting her or any of her friends. Then I realized something as I turned on the shower to get myself wet. I was over at Crystal's house every day. I had no ability to let myself in, and Crystal was also cleaning up for me. I had been finding all my clothes washed and my bras and panties done up nicely this last week or so. Crystal had been doing all of that without me even thinking about it. I maybe had done one load of clothing.

I started to wash the sweat off myself, but my mind refused to wander from Crystal as I questioned why she thought I might stop her from visiting friends. Was it because I was always over, and she felt the need to entertain me? That felt plausible, and I frowned. What would I do right now if Crystal wasn't home? I would have to go back to my parent's house and stay there, which was awkward, right now. If Crystal wanted to go to her toy store, which, when we met, she liked working the nights, then she would have to leave me alone in her house.

I felt my blood draining from my face as I realized that without even thinking about it that I had been controlling her. Did she stop me from coming over all the time? No, she didn't, and I shouldn't feel guilty for all that, but she might have felt guilty if she didn't let me stay over. I was in a bad position with my parents right now, and Crystal could understand that, and without thought, I might have taken advantage of that.

My mind reeled from those thoughts as I realized without knowing it, I might have been controlling her without directly wanting to control her. If I had been, then I was genuinely making a mistake without meaning to. I also knew that she was enjoying the company of her Mistress.

I found myself pressing my hands against the tile wall as water ran down my back with the realization that I had only been in a relationship with Crystal for almost five weeks now. She was a woman with complex emotions I might have messed with without realizing it. I felt my blood come back to my face, though, as I also realized that Crystal was enough of a woman in control of her life to have told me off if she didn't want me around.

All of that meant that I wasn't completely in the wrong, and it was another thing that we needed to talk about. I loved our nights together, and last night, making her howl like that was amazing. Our Sex life was amazing so far, and I felt like she was what I needed in my life.

I shook my head in the shower and started to wash out my hair, changing the focus of my thoughts. I needed to, as I didn't want to hurt my self-esteem if I started to think that Crystal was thinking something else without talking to her. All of this could be solved with a conversation instead of sitting in a school shower, lost in my thoughts.

Still, I should head back to my parent's house and stay there once or twice a week. I needed to start acting like a woman in control of her life, even if I was still in high school. There was also the lawyer on Friday, and I hoped she could do everything I was hoping for from her. That would solve a whole lot as well. The company and the hundred thousand dollars Hilda owed me would be something off my plate.

My brain hiccupped on that number and realized that it was actually incorrect. It would be a hundred and fifty thousand American dollars from the woman. Little Star was great to play with, and I enjoyed all that time with her. She was the exclusive pet that I would make sure couldn't walk the next day. That was what she deserved, as she was my bitch.

I shivered; I shook my head and started to finish washing myself in the shower instead of being stuck in my thoughts. I had plenty of other things to be doing, and since Jake decided not to show his face here this morning, then I would punish him by fucking him extra hard on Friday.

I smirked as I thought of that while I finished washing up. I had to come up with something to lure him into the trap that I had planned. There were so many options, but the main one had to come from Tracy herself. He needed to think he was the man before his life started crumbling down around him. It would be my final fuck you before handing him over to someone much more inclined to deal with someone like himself.

Before I knew it, I finished washing myself, stepped out of the shower, and noticed that the teacher's locker room was still empty. It was both a surprise and not one at the same time. I knew that Jake liked getting out of these things, but this was also the second Tuesday morning in a row that he tried pulling this stunt. I started to dry myself off while checking the lockers for hidden cameras. While doing so, I thought and remembered that boy that was putting cameras in here last time.

I smiled as I realized that if we were going to make a production, why couldn't we make a nice movie with it? I couldn't help but wonder if Tracy would be on board with it, and my mind started to spin as I wondered if Samantha might have some equipment for those with that type of fetish.

Speaking of talking to Samantha, I also needed to talk to her about so many things tonight that I was looking forward to it. There was the lawyer and the ranch, plus now I wanted to talk to her about filming things. It was only now that I realized that I relied on Samantha a lot, and I wasn't sure if that was a good thing.

As Samantha was Crystal's best friend, I felt like I could rely on her, and she had an interest in helping me it felt like. I had no plans to stop working with her in the near future, let alone in the long term. My mind wandered as I finished checking all the lockers and found nothing this time. I felt refreshed, and I started putting on my school uniform and could only lightly think about how refreshing it was to move slower in the morning. No rushing after sex with that afterglow makes everything harder to do. It was nice once in a while, and I finished dressing before putting on my chest weights while the others went into my backpack. I put on my backpack and headed to the library. I didn't want the morning students annoying me, as I was in a great mood.

I stepped out into the hallway from the locker room and heard a noise in the gym. I heard yelling a second later and realized that it was Mr. Trimmer's voice and walked over to the gym doors to see him yelling at some students to pull some things out of the gym storage room.

Mr. Trimmers turned and looked at me as I saw Jake pulling out some tackling posts, and I realized why he was missing this morning. It seemed that Mr. Trimmers started a morning practice and paled when Jake saw me. Mr. Trimmers was looking at me, and he smiled, "Angela, cleaning up after your morning run?" He said loudly so I could hear clearly.

"Yeah!" I replied back so he could hear while looking at Jake. "Got to get the morning started with some good cardio. Should get all your boys to start earlier with a run around the neighborhood a couple of times. Maybe they will last longer." I told him with a grin while looking at Jake, realizing the connection.

He glared at me with a blushing face, but Mr. Trimmers chuckled before saying, "I get them to do that for a warm-up in the afternoon. Still, I heard your workout routine. I only know professionals that keep up a routine like that. Keep it up and see the gains!" he exclaimed with a happy expression. "I also need to talk to you soon about tests in Gym class with Mrs. Grendier since you are working with her so hard. I don't want to penalize you for working harder than the other girls, but there are some things that need to be taught to pass the Grade twelve Gym Class." He said seriously, and I nodded.

"No problem, How about we schedule something after practice on a Monday?" I asked.

"We will see since this is important. Might have you come to talk during gym." Mr. Trimmers said before turning to Jake, who was watching me with hate in his gaze, talking to Mr. Trimmers. "JAKE, GET A HUSTLE GOING!" He exclaimed, and Jake turned away.

"YES, COACH!" He yelled and started to take the tackle posts out of the gym.

"Talk to you later, Mr. Trimmers!" I shouted, turning to the door with a sly smile.

"See you at gym!" he replied as I opened the doors and started to move away from the gym. I smiled brightly and felt my mind wander back to Jake and how to get him in a room with Tracy so that I could do things to him. I would love a large open space where we could humiliate him thoroughly, but that wasn't a good idea.

It was time to think about this in steps; I decided and pull out my phone while thinking to check the time. I had an hour, so I moved to the Library while thinking about the first thing I needed to decide. First had to be a location to work with. A hotel room would be good, but soundproofing might also be something to think about. Plus, if would leave a paper trail that I had done something to him in that room. It meant that it would have to be under someone else's name, and I didn't have anyone I trusted, which I could throw under a moving bus if I had to.

Did I need to worry about a paper trail, either? That was another question that I had to answer, and the problem was that I wasn't sure. Although, I could ask Daniel to be the one who rents the room. Tracy could meet with Daniel at a restaurant while I have my meeting at the lawyer's office. That way, when I left the lawyer's office, everyone would have eaten, and I could head to the hotel room to wait for the signal.

That would also make it easier for Daniel to rent a room and have the card keys without issue. We could also rent a penthouse or top floor room so that there will be fewer people bothered. Daniel could also ask for an isolated room because we might make some noise. That may not be a good idea, though.

My mind was working on the problem as I pushed open the library room doors. I walked over to a table, and I couldn't help but notice the new Librarian. She was a good-looking woman with a nice mature body. Still, I couldn't help but feel sad about no longer being able to see the old librarian before she retired.

I sighed softly before putting my bag down and pulling out textbooks and notes. Now was review time, and not thinking about that. I pulled out my notes and got to work, ignoring that feeling from before, and started to review. I got down to work and was deep into it quickly. Learning was important, and review of what I already learned was how the current school curriculum worked. It was mostly about memorization and problem-solving. If you had those things down, then you could excel, and I reviewed a lot in order to keep my grades up.

I took notes on things I noticed, related them to things I had already learned, and took notes if I saw a question I wanted to be answered. I slowly took notes in my first-period class as the prime target for note-taking as the teacher would probably start assigning more homework soon. Group assignments were the worst; the most likely teacher would be my first-period teacher, followed by my second-period teacher.

Losing track of time while in the review was easy, even as I took twenty-minute breaks to stretch a little for a minute or two before getting back into it. I worked at it, and before I knew it, I heard the bell ring reminding me to get to class. I quickly packed up my things and ran out of the library under the eyes of the new librarian towards the first period.

I got there quickly as the library wasn't too far away, and I saw students handing in assignments from the last week. The teacher was giving them a stern eye as I moved toward my desk. Sarah was smiling at her desk and gave me a look like she wanted to talk. However, today wasn't a good day as I sat down and felt an eraser poke my back.

"C-Can I come tomorrow morning?" Sarah whispered behind me.

I turned and looked at it for a moment, and my Strawberry blushed under my gaze. I turned back, pulled out my phone, and showed it to her, hoping she would understand my message.  I didn't turn back to find out as the teacher started to make a final roll call before starting the class. It seemed with the assignment complete; she went into a lesson after telling us that she would be going over the assignments the rest of this week and would be handing out marks before bringing out another assignment next week. It seemed that the season for assignments was up to this teacher, and the puny students would suffer.

I got to making notes on her lesson, but I felt today that the teacher was going over things from last year as a review moving into a new topic, and I found little to go over. I couldn't even complain as I doubted that students spent as much time as me preparing for the next year of lessons. It helped the because of Jake's bullying and others believing him that I had no friends for the last decade. I ignored the pain I felt and took notes on any new insights, of which there were very few.

Time dragged into a crawl as I got bored out of my mind while listening to what the other students needed to review. Still, Time moved forward, and the bell released us from their mortal coil, allowing me to pack my things and leave quickly. The teacher seemed to be eyeing me as I left the classroom, making me feel uncomfortable.

I sighed as I didn't want to be seen as a troublemaker, but it might also be inevitable if people kept trying to pick on me. I made it to the Second period, and much of the same happened, except that the note-taking was fruitful and the teacher was teaching new things that I found useful. I enjoyed the class as I learned a couple of new things that might not be in the textbooks, and I made notes on them and circled them so that I could check later if that was true or if the teacher was blowing their horn with something they 'knew' from the top of their head.

That was something I learned about back in grade nine when I first came to high school. Sometimes the teachers talked out of their asses about something that they believed to be accurate and wasn't actually true. Only this time, as I took a note on it in grade nine, It came up in grade ten on a test, and I got the answer wrong. I researched it later and found that the grade ten teacher was right, and I wouldn't have gotten the wrong answer if it wasn't for the fact that the grade nine teacher didn't talk about something they didn't actually know.

Still, the class went faster because I was taking a lot of notes, and before I knew it, the bell rang, ending class and sending the students to lunch. I quickly packed up my things and headed out of the classroom with the teacher watching me again. I felt weird as this was the second teacher staring at me. That was completely odd as I wasn't usually in trouble. Sure last week, some things happened, but they were not my fault.

I shook it from my head and easily moved through the crowded hallways. I quickly reached the teachers locker room and found that it had an occupant this time. Alex looked at me and her Carmel skin with light brown lips broke open showing me a bright smile that she reserved for me. The lust showed on her face and through her eyes as she looked at me and I turned, locking the door. I couldn't wait to play with my Sweety, and I turned, schooling my expression from a smile as I looked at my Sweety.

Her short blonde hair, in contrast with her caramel skin, made her look like an exotic woman among mostly white people who lived in the town. She was beautiful, with a large chest covered up in the schoolgirl uniform and a plaid skirt that we all wore. Her smile was bright, but she was such a serious character with everyone else that they never got to see the smile that I got to see when she saw me. Her Volleyball skills were top-notch, and I felt a primal want hit me as I looked at her today. I didn't want to be soft with her, and I knew that she loved things rough.

Taking off my backpack without a word, I quickly followed up by dumping my weighted vest with my bag and looking up at her sexy body with my eyes. "M- Mistress," Alex stammered out as I watched her, and I licked my lips as I looked her over.

"Is that how you greet your Mistress?" I asked, my tone almost lazy. "I think on your knees licking my feet would look much better for a dumb bitch like you," I said, my voice purposefully sounding bored as I degraded her.

I saw Alex shiver, but her fingers were already at work as I looked her over one more time before picking up my bag and pulling out the lunch that Crystal had made for me. I needed to eat with Gym coming up at the end of the day, and I placed my food to the side as Alex finished unbuttoning her shirt, and I saw the black lacy bra covering her caramel skin. It looked delicious, and my cock was already starting to harden as I knew what was to come.

Alex pulled her skirt down a moment later, and see-through lacy panties came into view only for a moment before she took them off a second later, tossing them with her skirt and shirt. Her bra came off a moment later, showing her large breasts, and my cock pressed against my panties as that bra was discarded with her other clothing. She only wore running shoes and some white socks now as she got on her hands and knees. I lifted my shoes to her face, and she hesitated for a second before untying my shoe.

I froze for a moment, thinking of punishing her for taking off my shoe instead of kissing my shoe. I decided against it as I told her to kiss my feet. Plus, I didn't want her to kiss my dirty shoes at this time. I would make sure what they were covered with if I was going to do something like that. An idea entered my head, and my cock popped free of my panties with that thought. I couldn't help the smile on my face as Alex took off my shoes and socks, discarding them with more care to the side.

Alex didn't hesitate this time; her mouth met the middle of my foot, and I felt her kiss, showing her devotion to my orders. A second later, she moved and kissed the other foot with equal care before looking up at me. I could tell at this moment she didn't have a fetish for my feet as she looked a little disgusted, but she heavily outweighed that loved for being humiliated. Her expression barely showed the distaste for kissing my feet and mostly showed anticipation of someone looking forward to what was next to prove her loyalty.

This woman was commanding on the volleyball court, but when it came to the bedroom, she wanted to be dominated into a pure slave. Her degradation was amazing, and I loved it. My cock throbbed to show her more humiliation. I smiled and leaned down a little to cup her face making her look up even harder from her current position of sitting on her legs on her knees.

"Good," I said slowly as my cock throbbed, "Now, Mistress is hungry. Until I finish eating, you will not be allowed to cum. But while I am eating, you are only allowed to fuck yourself on my cock. I will not move, and you will pleasure me without cumming. If you cum on my cock," I smiled wickedly, "I will come up with a punishment for you. One you may enjoy but will be so harsh you will remember it only as a punishment. Understood?" I finished.

My cock throbbed with the idea of setting something up for this weekend, and the happiness that showed in Alex's eyes after the abstinence she had to endure for the last couple of days was obvious. The thought of the game I wanted to play with her now was something that only made her hornier as the impossible task was set forth only for me to add one more thing, "Oh, And if you can make me cum before I finish the food without having an orgasm yourself," I smiled brightly with a grin that said I doubted she could do it. It was a challenge, and I finally finished my sentence with, "Then I will reward you in a way that will make you go half crazy."

The anticipation on her face as I pulled my skirt down, and Alex took it, putting it in a pile with my other things. A second later, she helped me with taking off my panties that were no longer in the way as my cock was now rock hard and intimidating as it raised up into my breasts. My large balls were throbbing a little as they prepared a large load for my bitch.

Alex wasn't completely stupid in her lust as she went to my bag and pulled out a condom before opening it up while I sat down on the bench and picked up my food. "You may begin, Sweety," I told her, opening the container of food Crystal prepared for me. I took my first bite as I felt Alex's hands on my cock, leveling it out for herself. I felt her lips on the underside of my cock, kissing it and showing her devotion as one hand stroked it slowly from the base of my cock. The other hand got busy slowly bringing the condom down the length of my cock, and my anticipation grew as I felt it reach the halfway mark while I ate more food.

Memories of this morning flooded my head while Alex kissed and covered my cock. Her saliva covered some of my cock as she reached the base, and the pleasure as she kissed my sensitive balls hit me lightly. Moments passed, and I felt her holding onto my cock as she repositioned herself to point her ass toward me. Her ass lifted, and she brought her body back while lining my condom-covered cock up to her dripping wet pussy. I felt the heat emanating from her wet cunt as she was already so wet you could see that she was leaking juices down her legs.

A moment later, she found home, and the tip of my hard cock pressed against her pussy as it started to stretch to accommodate my girth. "Unnnuuahhh," Alex moaned weirdly as she started to take the head of my cock into her. The heat and pleasure teased me as she slowly took my cock, and her pussy instantly tightened up as she suddenly pushed two inches into herself with a moan.

Her sexy voice made me want to lean back, but I stopped myself as I was sitting on a bench. Instead, I took a bite of food to hold back the moan on my lips as her hot wet pussy took my cock in. Her pussy tightened more as she slowly backed her ass up on my cock, making herself tremble. "Oh, God, Mistress," Alex said after a moment as she pushed her ass back, taking a fourth and fifth inch. "Please, Let me cum! I feel myself reaching orgasm soon. Please," She begged, already just taking my cock in.

I spared a moment, left my fork in the container, and put my food to the side in hand for a moment, only to bring my hand down on her ass with a loud reverberating smack on her ass. "No," I told her as her pussy tightened up on my cock even harder. "You will not cum on my cock till I have finished, and now I want you to make me cum before I finish eating. Hurry up and pleasure your Mistress Slut," I commanded with great glee as she moaned loudly while her pussy tightened up on me harder.

Alex was easy in so many ways. She could cum in seconds, and she would cum hard. I would know the second she orgasmed and her pussy pushed back slightly faster, and I could feel her thighs touching mine as she took half my cock in. I brought my food back and enjoyed the pleasure of eating while receiving more pleasure. My cock was only half in as her ass continued to back up, trying not to cum. I took a second to pause eating, "Hurry up slut," I snapped, and much to my surprise, Alex pushed her ass back hard.

It was an all-or-nothing gamble, it felt like, as her pussy swallowed my cock till the head of my cock pressed against her womb. Alex moaned loudly through closed lips, and I couldn't help but wish I could see her expression at this moment. I wasn't even halfway done with my food, let alone a quarter, as she took a break as her pussy gushed more fluids onto my cock. I felt her pussy tighten and tremble as my cock pressed against her womb. Her legs trembled, and I coughed, sending her into action.

Sweety didn't seem to stand a chance as she moved forward, and a loud moan escaped her lips, and her head pressed against the tile floor. Her ass rocked forward and backward, and I felt her pussy tighten more and more as she began fucking herself with my large fat futanari cock. She tried her best to keep the volume down as she put her face into her arms, but her moans were loud in the silence of the locker room. Her movements were slow and deliberate, and her moans were getting louder and louder as her pussy gushed more and more, and her trembling increased ass her pussy tightened on my cock.

A moment later, her moan got louder, and her pussy trembled and spasmed as she pulled my cock out a little, and the spray of female ejaculation hit my legs before I finished half of my food. "That is one major punishment, Slut," I said, my voice cold. "Make sure there isn't another."

Alex tried valiantly as she started to rock her ass back and forth, but in seconds, she lost herself in pleasure and lust as she started to move her ass faster and faster. Her pussy trembled again, releasing another burst of female ejaculation as she came again. "Mistress," Alex cried, "Your cock feels too good; I'm sorry!" She began to cry out as her pussy moved faster and faster on my cock. The pleasure was encompassing, and as I ate, I rolled my eyes a little enjoying the feeling of her tight orgasming pussy as it gushed again and again on my cock while she fucked herself on me.

Alex cried out. She was sorry as she went against my word, repeatedly orgasming on my cock as she fucked herself. "Sorry, Mistress, Sorry, Mistress. Please, I am cumming again. Please forgive me, Mistress, your cock feels so gooooood!" She moaned loudly as she continued moving her ass up and down, sending shivers of pleasure through my body. Her pussy spasmed and trembled on my cock, orgasming again and again on a hair trigger.

It was an impossible game, and I was enjoying every moment as I reached my peak just before the end of my food. I couldn't have finished at a better time as I almost was ready to release my seed into her when I thought of something fun in my pleasure-filled head. I would tell her later as those ideas came to me, and I put my empty container of food aside.

"I lost track of how many times you disobeyed me, and you didn't even get me to cum before I finished eating," I said, my voice unable to hide my pleasure. It didn't matter to me anymore as I grabbed Sweety's hips and her ass as it moved forward. A second later, with all my strength, I pulled it back onto my cock and penetrated her deepest room, making her squeal.

Her pussy squirted all over the floor, and her pussy spasmed all over my cock, sending it to the edge but not quite over. I pushed her ass forward before thrusting back into her, helping her along her previous task as the pleasure filled my head, and three more hard balls deep thrust later, I made her pussy squirt as I released my load.

Twin moans filled the teacher's locker room as we both told each other with moans how good the other felt, but I was far from over. My hand came down as I filled the condom inside of her, slapping that juicy ass making her ass ripple a little and sending a shiver of pleasure through me.

I loved this about Sweety, and I wasn't done. We had plenty of lunch time leftover, and I was going to bust another nut inside of her. I harshly pushed her forward, and she slid down onto her breasts, dragging them forward across the tile. Alex's legs seemed to naturally bow as I pulled my cock out of her, and the condom stayed inside. I quickly grabbed it and tied it off to stop the semen from leaking everywhere.

That, unfortunately, didn't matter much as Alex came all over the floor. I looked at her, and I wondered what I should do to my bitch next. A smile appeared on my face as I moved over her and picked her up by the hair, making her groan as she looked at me with lust-covered eyes.

"I'm not done with you yet, Sweety. No reward or rest for the Naughty bitch that cannot follow Mistress's orders." I told her and watched her body tremble, and more pussy juices dripped onto the floor. She was a Hardcore masochist, and I loved it. A sense of domination came over me, and I smiled. "Get up; see if you can follow instructions and not cum for a full minute."

Alex shivered, and not long later, she proved that her pussy couldn't even last a minute. It was a great lunch break; I enjoyed it immensely.