Julie Baker- High School Senior Coming Home From School

A sigh of relief escapes my lips as I step off of the school bus. With another long day of classes in the books, I'm looking forward to some relaxation before I start my homework. My black high heeled shoes click against the walkway's pavement as I approach the front door.

"I'm home Mom!" I call out while slipping out of my shoes and tossing my backpack on the floor.

Without waiting for a response, I head into the bathroom located beside the entrance. After a quick pee, I pull up my black thong and move to the sink to wash my hands. Looking at myself in the mirror, I can't help but roll my eyes.

My top consists of a white, collared, button up short sleeved shirt that has been cut off at my belly button. However, the bottom material is pulled back and tightly tied in a knot so that the shirt ends right under my breasts. Only the lowest button is done, leaving my chest exposed to the world. My tits are spilling out and are completely visible. Nothing is left to imagination except for my nipples which are covered by red, heart shaped, pasties. Finally, I look at my blonde hair.

"Hi Julie, I'll be down in a minute! Your snack's in the kitchen!" I hear Mom call out from upstairs.

Too lost in thought to answer, I mindlessly stare at my reflection and ponder at how drastically my life has changed. It all started a couple of months ago, at the beginning of the year, when Danny became the principal.

Danny was our grade's resident dweeb. He's always been the scrawny, awkward, nerd who occasionally got picked on. That made it all the more surprising when the loud speakers announced that he successfully seduced and conquered principal Jones. Despite the MILF's busty figure, she was always such a prude. How did she fall for Danny of all people? I'm sure if everyone remembered our school's archaic rules, there would have been more people trying to fuck her and someone else would have beat him to it.

I still remember the murmurs of confusion when it was announced that Danny was in charge. Then everything started to make sense when his voice echoed through the school.

"Our school's policy states that anyone, faculty or student, who seduces and fucks the principal may take their job. Whoever successfully usurps the previous principal will have complete control over every aspect of the school. School curriculum, uniforms, everything is decided by the principal."

After a moment of clarity, the entire senior class was shuffling into the auditorium for a surprise assembly called on by Danny. The room was silent and filled with nervous expressions as we waited for him to enter. Even the teachers who stood along the walls sprouted concerned looks. Then the doors, located in the back of the room, bursted open for our new principal to make his grand entrance.

"Ladies and gentleman! Your new principal, DANNY 'BIG DICK' ANDERSOOOOONN!!" Principal Jones' secretary yelled into a microphone from the front. The uncomfortable look on her face contrasted her performative voice.

Our former principal, the mighty Grace Jones, was naked and crawling on the ground. Danny, who was also naked, saddled her back and rode her like a horse as they made their way down the aisle. It was clear this was only possible thanks to Danny's small frame being light enough for the mature woman to support. He occasionally reached behind and smacked her ass.

When they reached the steps leading up to the stage, he dismounted the older woman and they walked up together. Danny sat on a chair next to the podium, manspreading to show off his erection. I noticed an odd looking necklace secured around his neck, something seemed off about it. Then Mrs. Jones stood at the podium with her ample breasts hanging from her chest and began to speak.

"As you already know, I have succumbed to Mr. Anderson's sexual advances. Afterward, he informed me that I had just forfeited my position as principal to him. Admittedly, I feel foolish for not considering the school's policy before agreeing to participate in intercourse."

Mrs. Jones paused for a moment and looked down in shame. Blushing with embarrassment, her cheeks filled with a deep red color. I looked around the room and saw multiple students and faculty facepalming. They were most likely asking themselves how she could be so stupid as to hand over control of the school to an 18 year old boy. My attention shifted to Danny who was chuckling. He raised the necklace's pendent to his lips and gave it a kiss.

"But- even if I resisted, it was only a matter of time. Mr. Anderson reminded me that he's been aware of my feelings for him. How I get aroused every time I see him. That the real reason I called him into my office wasn't because he was peaking into the girls' locker room, but because I wanted to show him my cleavage. It's why he agreed to sell me his used underwear. He knew I'd sniff them while masterbating or make my husband wear them and pretend to be Danny during sex. You see, this was bound to happen sooner or later."

With how uptight and prude Mrs. Jones always acted, the thought of her having sex never occurred to me. Even with her husband, I just couldn't picture it. There she was, standing on the stage naked and confessing her sexual obsession with Danny Anderson of all people. Then she introduced Danny as he stood up from the chair and walked to the podium. When he approached, Mrs. Jones dropped to her knees and placed a kiss on the tip of his hard cock. Afterwards, she lowered her self onto all fours and served as a step stool for Danny who was too short to reach the podium's mic on his own. He talked about what an honor it was to be our new principal and started to explain his vision for the senior class.

"Honey, you ok in there?" My Mom's voice snaps me out of my day dream as she knocks on the door.

"Yea I'm fine. I just had some glue stuck to my hands." I call back while shaking my head. Jolting to turn off the water that's been running this whole time, I notice my boobs jiggle while turning the faucet.

I exit the bathroom and head down the hall to the kitchen. Half way there I adjust my thong to stop giving me a wedgie. Upon entering I see Mom at the sink washing dishes. She doesn't notice me walk up to the table where a sandwich is sits on a plate. She turns around just as I sit down and go to take a bite.

"Oh there you are sweetie. School go ok?" Mom asks with a warm smile.

Starving from a long day, I grumble back in the affirmative and take another bite. Mom walks up and places a glass of water next to me. Then she turns back and pulls out a chair from across the table to take a seat. She always insists on having an after school chat with me.

Mom casually points to my chest and says "I see there's been another uniform change."

I wash down my food with a sip of water and reply "Yea. Apparently bras prevent sexual expression."

One of Danny's first acts as principal was to impose uniforms on the senior class. It started as tight button up shirt, with black slacks for the boys, and short pencil skirts for the girls. Over the past couple of months, he has eroded the girls' uniforms to what I am currently wearing. He claims that our uniforms are simply 'evolving with our new curriculum'.

"Well this new addition certainly goes more with your classes. Besides, the hearts look cute." She giggles

I roll my eyes at her compliment. Mom never let me out of the house wearing anything remotely provocative before school started. But she's so happy to send me off to class in this ridiculous and embarrassing outfit. She still forces me to dress conservatively on the weekends, unless I'm doing something school related.

I suppose it's just like Danny said in that voicemail he sent to everyone in the school directory. 'Everyone knows that all parents embrace the principal's policies and do everything in their power to aid their children's education.'

"Sooo? How did your presentation go?" Mom asks when she notices I have no intention of speaking.

"It was fine. My teacher gave me an A on the slideshow and everyone seemed to love the video." I relented.

Mom perked up with joy "Oh thats wonderful! We worked on that video for weeks!"

My face grimaced at the memory of making the video. Flashing back, I lower my left hand and rub my asscheek squishing against the chair. The project was for my 'Lesbian Sex' class, one of the many new required courses for senior girls under Danny's reign. Since the girls' curriculum centered around pleasing Danny sexually, we needed to learn how to turn him on by being with other women.

For this assignment, we had two weeks to create a slide show on different pussy eating techniques. We also had to make a thirty minute video demonstrating what we learned about getting fucked by a strap on. Mom was delighted to help with that, of course, and yanked me into her bedroom the moment I told her about it. Being the perfectionist she is, Mom didn't settle on our first take. For the past two weeks, I've spent every night in my parents' bed where my own Mother rails me with a strap on. There was no end to her creativity as she positioned me in several poses for sex. During the day, she surfed through the footage to find what she thought were the best shots. When she was satisfied, she put the clips together into one video. Dad was **** to sleep in my room for the whole process. He happily agreed to take his daughter's bed after Mom explained it was for a school project.

"What about your other classes? Did you get your grade on the deep throat exam?" I wish she would leave me alone already. She may embrace this new school, but it's so mortifying for me.

"Not yet, Mom. I think I did pretty good though, Mrs. Cruz said she might be picking me for the class rep." I said.

Despite making my Mom happy, I really hope my teacher picked someone else. Every week each teacher picks their best student to show off their skills to Danny. The one time I was picked was so degrading, I never want to do it again.

"I'm so proud of you Julie. You're turning into such a good whore for Mr. Anderson." Mom says warmly.

The mention of his name reminds me of something. I take the last bite of my sandwich and scoot the chair out enough to stand up.

"Oh yea speaking of which, I have to give you something Mom." I say while walking out of the kitchen.

Heading toward the front door, I feel my tits jiggle with every step. When I reach my backpack, I unzip the front pocket and pull out a note. Then I walk back and hand Mom the folded piece of paper.

"Mr. Anderson sat in on my Lesbian Sex class today. He handed me this note after I gave my presentation and said it was for you."

Mom looks surprised as she takes the note from my hand. She unfolds it and begins to read out loud.

"Dear Mrs. Baker, I admired the effort you put into Julie's presentation. The way you pounded your daughter's little cunt until she was cumming cross-eyed was so hot. Seeing her look like a stupid bitch in heat was hilarious."

Mom gazes up at me and giggles. I glare back at her with an annoyed look and an even more embarrassed groan. She simply brushes off my disapproval by saying "Oh come on sweetie. It was pretty funny."

Then she mocks me by imitating my cross-eyed expression. Flailing out her tongue and screaming out in fake ecstasy. "AAHHH MOMMY! MOMMY! ITS SO BIG! MOMMY! I'M CUMMING! AAHHH!!"

She bursts out in laughter after her little performance. My blood is boiling with rage but I just stand in front of her, with my nipple pastie covered tits hanging out. Her chuckles die down and she clears her throat to resume reading.

"I am writing because there is an opening for a new position as my personal assistant. It will be my assistant's job to ensure my day to day errands go smoothly. During school hours the responsibilities include, but are not limited to, giving me an erection however I desire, lubing any hole for me to fuck, and overseeing the discipline of a student being punished."

A pit in my stomach starts to form when I picture my Mom blowing that dweeb in front of all of my friends. The sinking feeling in my gut continues to grow as she reads on.

"The job also contains an out of school component. My assistant will also be welcoming me to live in their home, so they can tend to all of my needs. This should be viewed as a perk because I will be providing the assistant's child with special home tutoring. For this reason there will be no monetary compensation for their services. Instead, my assistant will be paying me a fair rate of $100 a week for the honor of blessing their child with additional whore training."

Oh. My. God. This cannot be for real. It is bad enough that my Mom is creaming her pants thinking about fucking this nerd from my school. Now I'm going to be involved with this? What is this going to do to my social life? And we're going to pay him to come in here and fuck me?

"As you might be able to guess, there is a large group of parents who are interested in the job. However, I am looking for a fat ass MILF with a big rack like you. Tomorrow I will be joining Julie on the bus to your house where I will interview you for the position and inspect your home to see if it is to my liking. Please await my arrival at your front door, naked, bent at the hip and spreading your ass cheeks. You should get into position an hour before her normal arrival time in case we are early. Sincerely, principal Danny -Big Dick- Anderson."

When Mom finishes reading the letter she lets out a dreamy sigh and hugs the paper to her chest. I lift my hands to my head and frantically grab my hair. With eyes wide in disbelief I start to protest.

"Mom you can't be seriously considering this! I mean, living here in our house!? Is Dad even going to be ok with this!?" I scream out in defiance.

Squirming with every word my tits jiggle as I shift my weight. Her head snaps in my direction and shoots me an angry look.

"I'm not considering it! I made up my mind and I am going to apply! Your Father will be more than ok with it! This is a great opportunity for your education!" She growls at me. I rarely see her so mad.

"Bu- Mom what's this going to mean for my social life? If he's here all the time." The fight in my voice is fading.

Her voice shifts from anger to a more motherly tone.

"It's already decided so stop complaining, Julie. Now, what assignments do you have for homework?" she asks

I look down at the ground in defeat and reply. At this point there was no sense in making her angrier.

"I have to write a paragraph on the importance of licking Mr. Anderson's balls for Blow Job class and practice on a dildo for thirty minutes. I also need to practice twerking for an hour. Ms. Dugan says we have to film it for class rep consideration."

Mom raises and eyebrow and says "Thats it? Well someone's got a light night. Go to the living room and I'll film."

"Yes ma'am." I say before turning on my heels to the kitchen exit.

My Mother gives my ass a hard smack and a slapping sound shoots through the room. The impact kicks me into high gear and I quickly shuffle out of the room.

"You better make that booty bounce bitch! You've got a fat ass and I'm not letting your potential go to waste!" Her voice calls out from behind me.

Shivers go down my spine as I trot into the living room. Not over the spank or my Mother's language, that has become normal. Its the changes I suspect are coming that I am nervous about.

LINK TO AI IMAGE OF JULIE (CREDIT GOES TO @NotanArtist):

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1mlUwHptngvL_5B3imzJhYCydGedzl6Gq/view?usp=sharing