A Proper Order for Everything

*You turn to Ms. Haruna after you've finished with the task given to you, like an obedient dog waiting for a treat; Your mind completely snapped for the moment.*

*She just smirks down at you, appreciating your stupidity.*

“Hmmm?~~ Did cucky get his fill?~♡ ... Well, as much as I’d love to stay and pump a few more loads in for you, it’s sadly about closing time for the school... I’ll go on ahead and pull my car around... You stay here and help Orie get all dolled up and presentable for me, alright? Her legs probably won’t be able to support her weight after all that, so she’ll need help getting to the front doors."

*Ms. Haruna touches your shoulder sympathetically and smiles.*

“I trust you’ll be a good little boy and do that for me without question... Won’t you?~♡ “

*She lets the false sympathy linger in the air for a moment, before speaking to you again in a flat, dry, unmoving tone.*

“...Bring her outside when I’m ready cuckold.“

*She stands up, soothes out her skirt, and leaves.*

...

*You mindlessly do as you’re told. Orie doesn’t speak much as you lead her outside, she still seems to be completely enthralled in her experience. High up above on cloud nine or ten... Only a few times does she say anything, weakly calling out Ms. Haruna’s name, a deeply infatuated note in her voice, but nothing more.*

*She doesn’t look at you once.*

...

*Outside, Ms. Haruna sits in the driver’s side of a sleek looking car. You open the passenger door, roll Orie off your shoulder, help her with the seat belt.*

*When it clicks in place, Ms. Haruna lets out a long deriding sigh, expressing both her contempt for you as a weak and inferior male as well as her pleasure with your submissive servitude.*

“ *CHUCKLE* Good to see you didn’t run away~ Ha! Did you enjoy being out done by a futa that much?~ I can’t say I’m particularly happy about you getting your rocks off as I fuck your girl, it kinda creeps me out to be honest, but it sure as hell beats all that unnecessary sniveling, whining and crying.“

*She sighs.*

"Ahhh~ What a full day... I'm sooo hungry! I really shouldn't have fucked her ****... It would've been nice having her serve me dinner in nothing but an apron... *SIGH* Yuuta -kun, why didn't you try harder to stop me! ...You could've saved me the trouble... Wait... Aha!~ How much money do you have on you Yuuta -kun? Maybe I can stop by a fast food place and pick something yummy up!~"

*You pull out your wallet to give her some cash, but she instead plucks the whole thing right out of your hands. She flips through the bills nonchalantly then grimaces.*

"Awwwe~ Is this really all you got? You're this poor?... I almost feel sorry for you..."

*She removes all the money and tucks the wad of cash in her purse, then tosses your wallet back out the window, landing in the dirt at your feet.*

"I don't need that worn out old thing, so you can have it back.~"

*You try for a moment to beg her to leave you just a few dollars, just enough to catch a bus as you have no one to pick you up after school, but she only snickers at your plea.*

"Nope~ The rest is for doing your job and breeding your ex-girlfriend!~ You're welcome Yuuta -kun~ Let me know if you ever get another and I'll be sure to take care of her for you the way you never could!~ *LAUGHTER*"

*She relaxes her body a bit, rolling her shoulders.*

"Maaan, I'm gonna be sore tomorrow~"

*She pouts her lower lips frustrated.*

"Well, at least I 'll have this nice soft body-pillow to cuddle with~ "

*She begins rolling up the window*

“Okay cucky, remember. This Friday. Okay?~”

"I'll see you then!~"

*The car speeds away, leaving you behind in the dust... Penniless, womanless, your pride stained and your emotions in disarray.*

...

*The rest of that week doesn’t come easily to you... You can't speak to anyone about what transpired... the shame you feel being much too great for that. In an effort to spite Ms. Haruna and achieve some small victory over her, however minor it may be, you begin attending her lectures; Hoping to potentially salvage your grade. But the way Ms. Haruna glares at you as she sits behind her desk at the front of the classroom, with such a cruel twisted knowing smirk, and the incredibly noisy perverse slurping that emanates from below it, that for some reason no one else seems to hear... there all just too much for your poor little heart and even littler cocklet to bear... Both tightly confined within their respective enclosures; A sharp pain afflicting them both; Each feeling as if they might burst at any moment.*

*You just can’t do it. You can't bear it.*

*You stand to leave, grabbing your bag.*

*Not looking up from under her desk, Ms. Haruna speaks in a silky tone.*

“Oh~ Yuuta -kun~... If you're finding your seat so uncomfortable, then would you be a dear and came sit in the chair up here next to me? I know you’ve been struggling with your classwork, so maybe you could grade some of these papers for extra credit?...”

*Both her hands are below the desk now, firmly gripping something. Ms. Haruna shifts several times in her chair, thrusting forward in a way that rocks the table back and forth. The slurping becomes a chocked gurgle, with intermittent moans and gasps of pleasured pain.*

“You can at least do this one little thing... can’t you?~ ...It’s just an itty bitty favor for your favorite homeroom teacher~ ...Something only you can do!~ You know the right choice here, don't you Yuuta -kun?~♡ “

*Your Instincts tell you to obey. Dropping your bag, you walk unsteadily toward her, then compliantly sit down in the chair and begin grading papers.*

“That’s a good boy~♡...“

*From the corner of your eye, you can see a pair of dainty lips, and then a slight chin, as they touch down at the base of Ms. Haruna’s girthy dong. A content, wet, throaty hum reverberates from the girl underneath the desk ...Now just a simple cocksleeve for Ms. Haruna’s exclusive use...*

*Even so, that sad sight sparkles faintly for you... It acts as your only glimmer of hope... The fact that at the very least, Ms. Haruna might be able to provide Orie some sort of happiness that you know you never could.*

*Maybe... Maybe you should just accept Orie's happiness as your happiness?*

*Ms. Haruna gently strokes her cute little pet’s hair, all the while roughly thrusting away down her personal use throat-pussy. She watches you intently... Indulging in your docility and inability to act while also condescendingly pointing out in front of the class each and every mistake you make grading her papers.*

*After a time Ms. Haruna drops the charade completely. Almost everyone in this class, in this school, was already either her cuckold or her whore, so why not? Those few that remained were unlikely to do anything once they saw how all the others she had already claimed were simply continuing to read their textbooks with their heads meekly down. She might as well finish having her way with the remainder of these lovely girls at the expense of all the schoolboys for the rest of the day, after all, she'd earned it for being such a diligent and upstanding teacher.*

Ms. Haruna pulls Orie up out from under the desk and into her lap, then rudely throws her feet up onto the table, kicking off her heels and spreading them wide apart, scattering the papers you'd been so diligently working on. Orie straddles Ms. Haruna, grinding her wet pussy against the pulsing mammoth cock, then letting herself slide right back onto it with a 'zschlp'.*

*It's like a key to a lock. A perfect match.*

*A few students stare horrified and wide-eyed, but as she thought, no one actually says anything or moves a single muscle.*

...

*Without a doubt you, along with all your peers, had been taught your rightful places by her; By your gorgeous futanari teacher Ms. Haruna.*

*...Submissive willing girls that yearn for futa cock and humbled cuckolded boys wanting nothing more than to give away everything to their dominant mistress.*