Fortune favors the bold!

John looks into Maria’s eyes and then Lana’s. Did Miss Furr want someone to control her? It was a gamble; it would cost him dearly if he were wrong, but if he was right the rewards would be priceless. John hard his eyes with a steely glare. He made a brief fist with his right hand cracking every knuckle in it. He walked over to Lana and seized her by the throat. He walked her to the chalkboard. “Hot Bitch?” He breathed.

Lana chocked against his hand. She could not believe what she was hearing. He had seized control of the whole situation as firmly as he had her throat. John, the shy quite nerd, had demanded authority. The demanded the authority, the power due a man. John was a man. A Man had her throat. He even seemed taller. She had never seen so commanding a figure since her own father passed away. She was so enamored she could not even think of answering.

John was worried she was not playing as he had expected. ‘Give it one more John before giving in,’ he thought. “Lana Furr!” He shoved her back again, “ARE YOU A HOT LITTLE BITCH!!!?” Spit flew his from his mouth. He had not meant it to, and he was concerned he had over done it.

“John! what are you doing?” Maria pleaded. Her eyes exploded with fear. Maria was almost hysterical. In all time she had she had brought the boys to Lana none had ever acted like this. Was it here fault? She had known John for years he was always so gentle, smart but quite. Never was he this! Where had this Mr. Hyde come from? She had no idea what to do. Desperately, the ran to John’s out stretched arm.

John did not have much time to react. He threw his free arm and grabbed Maria’s. The inertia of her body **** her to whip out and then snap back to his body. He curled her in against her body. His arm now held her against his own his left for arm pressed deep into her warm and generous bosom. Her ass press against his crotch. And sure enough an erection began to grow between them. It was now that John realized that Lana was not struggling. She was looking at him with… with love? Ha! He was right. More so than he had suspected. He grinned a mischievous grin. “Say it! Furr! Say it, I already know it. Just say IT!”

Lana tried to swallow against John’s hand. “i’m a hot little bitch,” she rasped.

Maria struggled in futility.

“And whose hot little BITCH! are you?” John demanded.

“I’m your hot little bitch, Master,” Lana sighed. It was almost like a little orgasm just saying the world. Her wet cherry lips smiled a devil’s smile.

John leaned in and attacked Lana’s lips with a violent kiss. Maria was smashed partially between the two and partially against the chalkboard. John’s cock was a raging inferno of passion, throbbing against her ass. Maria tried to twist free of his vice-like grip. But he would not give an inch, and she found him to be surprisingly strong. He thrust his cock against her and in singular dry hump. “Fucking cocktease!” John spat.

Lana whispered in Maria’s ear, “Keep your skirt on you’ll get your turn, but seniority cuuums first.”