Make Heather's ass your new notebook (images)

You consider simply sitting back and letting the girls in the shower pile up, but then realize that would be a waste. After all, you have infinite possibilities, so why spend it all on one kink.

You look around at the skimpy dressed girls in class as a storm of perverted ideas wash over you. You find yourself unable to decide which of your ideas should be applied to the group next, before realizing you don't have to.

Instead, you decide to make a rule for each girl... individually.

As this thought occurs, your eyes fall on Jacqueline, and the half exposed butt cheeks under her skirt. It's only upon closer inspection you notice her stiletto heels.

Licking your lips, you open the notebook, looking at it like it's a holy artifact (which it probably was). Still, looking at its boring design, you wonder if there was a more fun object you could use to apply your absolute will through.

That's when your perverted thoughts for Jacqueline and the notebook crossed. Without taking a moment to spare, you get to work, writing a rule that should make future ones even more fun.

The classroom of Michael Smith, owner of this Notebook

Old Rule: Jacqueline Garner is property of Michael Smith, owner of this Notebook. If he snaps his fingers, she is required to strip off everything except her shoes, come to Michael and present her ass until dismissed. She is not permitted to speak during this time.

Old Rule: Michael Smith, owner of this Notebook , is permitted to write on Jacqueline Garner ass. If he spanks her, then whatever he wrote will be treated as if it were written in this notebook. No one except the owner of this notebook will notice the writing.

You are about to leave it there, but then decide that spanking isn't nearly good enough. After experiencing the thrill of making a girl orgasm from your words alone, smacking an ass feels like child's play.

Thus, you amend the second rule to:

Old Rule: Michael Smith, owner of this Notebook , is permitted to write on Jacqueline Garner ass. If she orgasms, then whatever he wrote will be treated as if it were written in this notebook. No one except the owner of this notebook will notice the writing, or the orgasm. Jacqueline is allowed to break her silence to orgasm, should she wish.

You look over at Jacqueline, still bored on her phone and flashing half her barely concealed ass. 'Well, soon it will be the whole ass', you think.

You snap her fingers. Being so focused on her phone, she normally wouldn't have noticed such a sound, especially under the sound of the shower and the teachers lecture. However, the moment you snapped, attention goes right to you. After making contact with you for the briefest of moment, she placed her phone down on the desk, between her spread legs.

She then swings her legs around and gets to her feet. With a single smooth motion, she drops her micro-skirt. She then lifts her shirt over her head, and presented a revealing corset that was far more risqué then she would have worn otherwise.

All around the classmates, who had been transfixed when Heather was **** to start showering naked, paid the stripping Jacqueline absolutely no attention.

She continued to take her clothes off, almost robotically with an unchanging, blank expression. She got the corset off after far less effort than you would have expected. She then slid off her panties.

Totally naked, without the slightest hint of shame (or any other emotion for that matter) she walked over to you, passing my several ambivalent males.

*click*

*click*

*click*

Her the sound of her heels reverberate with each step.

When she got close to you, her order to present her ass mixed with her normal greeting, and she bent down and started humping you leg with her butt cheeks.

By the time she was done, it felt like your erection had grown another inch. You also had a strong belief that, had your desk not been in the way, she would have lap danced instead. An idea for later.

With a flexibility you didn't think Jacqueline had, she contorted her waist so much that he head was practically to her knees. She then gripped her lower legs for support, and straightened her legs as straight as she could. Just inches ahead of her was Allies desk, of which neither girl paid any attention to.

You take a moment to admire the view. Her butt is so round and full. But it's enhanced a hundred fold with the knowledge that this view is for you, and you alone. The pose also fully exposes her pussy, the slit sitting nicely underneath the two globes.

Funnily enough, the perspective you were at hid the rest of her body, giving the impression that she was simply a standing pair of legs, ass, and pussy, in high heels.

You are about to reach out and squeeze it, before stopping yourself.

'Jacqueline isn't for groping. It's for writing.' you say to yourself.

Opening your backpack, you grab a sharpie marker. You want to test to see if this worked, so decide to try something simple. Looking around for inspiration, your eyes randomly fall on Talia Cream, the D-cup, half-Iranian girl who had been particularly embarrassed about disclosing her panty color. You make a mental not to do something special with her soon, but give her something small to deal with in the meantime.

You press the marker onto Jacqueline's left butt cheek. You take a moment to admire the feedback you get from her ass, how it digs slightly into her flesh, while an almost elastic like **** presses back. You move the marker to make a line, setting off tiny jiggles, like ripples from a pebble. You then start writing faster, making the vibrations more pronounced. All the while, Jacqueline doesn't make the slightest sound.

When you are done, the text is very shaky, though readable. You weren't really expecting proper penmanship though, having written on what felt like wobbly jello. The rule is scoped to your classroom again and reads.

New Rule: Talia Cream is required to wear a string bikini.

Nothing changes. Looking over, Talia is still in her old skimpy outfit, rather than the new one you specified. But that's only because you haven't performed step two.

Licking your lips, you say "Hey Jacqueline, I wish you were a door, then I’ll slam you all night long."

The formerly stationary ass started jiggling like a jello mold. Her silence broke as she let out a soft moan. "Oooooohhh fuuuuckkkkkkk....." she said. You watch transfixed as her vagina drips from release, sliding down her bare legs onto the floor. Her legs sway side to side, as her head rocks from pleasure, glowing it to peak out from behind her legs. She even arches her back the tiniest bit, though not enough to ruin the view she's giving you.

All the while, despite Jacqueline moaning right in front of her, Allie paid this absolutely no attention. Internally, she was still trying to figure out how you made her orgasm, oblivious to the girl doing so right in front of her.

You become hypnotized by the sight so much that you almost forget to check if your power new rule worked or not. Looking up, you see Talia Cream, her skimpy v-neck shirt replaced with the smallest possible fabric, concealing only her nipples while showcasing her cleavage, underboss, and side boob. Her midriff was totally exposed. Furthermore, if her bikini bottom would have been showing her pussy had it been even a centimeter lower. A single string in the back was buried into her ass crack.

If Talia had been embaresed by saying her panties color, she was absolutely mortified at being almost entirely exposed. She held up her notebook to her chest to hide how the corset emphasizes her already impressive rack, but the bikini showcased some part of it from every angle, making it a fools errand. Plenty of the guys eyes wander to her, when taking a break from salivating over the showering. She notices a few of them and turns an even deeper shade of red.

You look back at Jacqueline. She is clearly still riding the pleasure from her climax, but has regained enough composure to prop herself up fully and present her ass silently.

You spin the sharpie between your fingers and think of which person to mess with next.