Allison is broken in, and the plan moves forward

Most of the faculty had Sherrif Draper's phone number and her name was usually listed pretty recent in their call logs because of her son's poor behaviour. One would think Ashford's unwillingness to change would discourage the staff's efforts to fix his behaviour, and they would be right if the boy's behaviour didn't worsen for every time he realised he was getting away with something.

"What if she asks for details, Master? What do I tell her?" Allison asked as she waited for Gabriella to pick up. She wasn't nervous because she was about to lie to the county sheriff about her son. No, Allison feared she would end up disappointing the teen her life now seemed to centre around her performance and be denied his cock again. "She knows about Ashford's habits. She won't show up just because he's bullying the others."

"Bullying? I don't need you to remind the sheriff that her son is a violent idiot, Mrs Moore. I'm sure she could care less," Ryan replied, chiding her for thinking so small. His eyes drank the round globes of his teacher's ass as he held his cock at her slit, gently nudging the moist pink lips. "We need something more compelling- a story that will get her running over without asking too many questions."

Allison was about to ask what her master had in mind when Gabriella picked up.

"Mrs Moore? What can I do for you?"

Gabriella Draper's voice was raspy, turned coarse from years of smoking. It could charm when she was in a good mood and instil fear when she was not. It filtered through the speaker, and Allison had to take a moment to steel her nerves.

"Is this about Ashford? Hello?"

"Sorry, Mrs. Draper. I was just collecting my thoughts," Allison spoke quickly, adopting the grave but still composed tone of a concerned educator. "Yes. Yes, this is about your son."

"What's he done now?"

The woman failed to or simply didn't care to conceal her disinterest.

"You know he doesn't listen to me, no matter how much I try."

"Well."

Allison turned her head slightly to meet her master's gaze, and Ryan leaned forward to kiss her on her shoulder.

"Use my mind to achieve my goals as best as you can. That is all I ask." Ryan's whisper refocused her attention. She tried to ignore the large knob pressing against her sex, despite the butterflies fluttering in her stomach. "And right now? I'm willing to stoop as low as I need to if it gets the sheriff here."

The steel in her master's words shaped Allison's intentions. He sounded like he wanted Ashford to hurt and his words assured her that he had a plan- she merely needed to get Gabriella here.

"It is a bit more serious than his usual antics, I'm afraid." Her voice turned solemn, as it did when she dealt with parents of the particularly unruly, the tone that left people expecting the very worst. Ryan rewarded her by smacking her left buttock, and she bit her lip to prevent herself from moaning. "I wouldn't call you otherwise."

"... Well. It can't be that bad, can it? What did he do?"

Allison paused and licked her lips, rejoicing silently. She could tell Gabriella was taking her more seriously. She gripped the edge of her table hard to ensure her voice would not quake as Ryan's knob slipped past her entrance. She felt her pussy stretch to accommodate his massive girth.

"He's..." Allison's eyes glanced to Christine, and she felt inspired as she gazed at the dishevelled clothes, the messy hair, the cum leaking down her thighs. "He assaulted a girl, Gloria."

"What?"

The hoarseness of the gasp satisfied Allison- equal parts disbelief and terror. Ashford was notorious for resorting to physical means whenever words didn't get him what he wanted- but he had yet to **** his female classmates.

"My son isn't that much of a brute, Allison. And even if this is true, isn't the principal supposed to be the one making this call?"

"The girl came to me. She could just be looking for attention since I didn't see any bruises other than what looks like a hickey on her collarbone. I don't want to bring this case to the principal if I don't have to," Allison replies coolly. "But you'll need to be here in person."

"I'll be there."

"Good girl." Her pussy seemed to burn hotter with Ryan's soft, crooning words of praise.

"Now, think about my cock. Think about me," you held onto your teacher's luscious hair as you slowly pushed your length into her. She was unbelievably tight for a married woman- just went to show how neglected she was. "How does it feel?"

"Big. I feel like I'm being stretched," Allison sighed as her phone slipped from her fingers and landed on her desk. "You're finally fucking me!"

The glee you heard in her voice made your cock throb. This is what you liked, what you'd gotten used to- being treated like a god among men.

"You love fucking me. It feels much more fulfilling than fucking your husband or any other man ever felt." You grinned as you began pumping into the older woman, luxuriating in the sensation of her married pussy coiling around you.

"You're so much better than he is," she moaned, clearly eager to flatter you. "M-make me forget him, please. I only want you!"

"Slowly, Allison. You hate the memories you have of your husband," you grunted. "He's beneath you. Don't you wish you spent that time serving me?"

"Oooh!" Allison's pussy squeezed tight around your shaft as you toyed with her mind. "Yes! Yeeees!"

"Your master is generous. Each time you orgasm, I will replace your husband in your memories, starting from your earliest memory of him," you groaned from the intense pleasure. "And then these memories will be perfect. If you're good, we might even re-enact the more special ones."

Your hips were pumping furiously into Allison's now, and the loud smack smack smack sound of skin slapping skin filled the room.

"Yeeees," Allison squeals. She squeezed deliciously every time you played with her mind. "I'd- I'd love that."

Your balls churn, and you push your hips forward, squishing her buttocks with your weight. You licked your lips as your cock swelled in your teacher's pussy.

"M-master," Allison gasps as thick ropes of your jizz lanced into her womb. Her body trembled and shook as a drawn out moan escaped her lips, signifying her own climax.