Mr. Robinson's Class

"You know Gianna," Kelly was saying as you relaxed with your head back between her breasts, "One day Ryan's definitely going to fuck you in your house and your Dad is just going to watch."

Gianna was on the other side of Christine who was laying against you inside your arm upon the small couch, "Ohmygod that would be so hot! Why are you trying to make me SO wet, Kelly?"

"Because Ryan likes it."

"You guys are freaks." stated Trish, under her breath as she sat on the floor against the couch, the majority of her attention on her phone.

For some reason Mr. Robinson was the only teacher in the school with a freaking couch in his classroom and you'd naturally commandeered it along with your sluts. The teacher had used it as a reward for students who got their work done quickly and quietly. The first thing you'd done after entering the room late for the period was to decorate the whiteboard with Ryan Ferro’s classroom in green ink. That meant the teacher's authority evaporated and flowed into you, so you were free to ignore the man and just relax with your girls. None of them actually had this class, but it seemed that part of being your slut was always being available for sex if you wanted, so they'd come with you. Only Trish had complained, not very hard but she'd at least made an effort. Christine and Gianna seemed to honestly enjoy being your sluts.

You had Christine's phone in your hand, your own parents had refused buying you a smartphone for some stupid reason and you generally didn't bother with the cheap ancient flip-phone they had given you. Showing that thing off at school would have instantly labeled you as some sort of pariah. You snorted with amusement as you realized with your power you could very easily get them to buy you the best android on the market. Or... you could just write your name on someone else's...

You were on Facebook, following the changes in the social dynamics at the school since you made your big splash. Everyone was talking about you. Rumors were flying about how you owned Andrew's mom and how you were flaunting her off. That was actually old news though. The orgy you'd orchestrated in Mrs. Moore's class was blowing people's minds. You had dozens of new notifications, which was crazy because you were barely active on social media in general. Lots of “so-and-so and such-and-such has commented on a photo you’re tagged in,” and you scrolled through until you found the original post.

There was an album of pictures of you naked just banging away at Gianna and Trish, getting blown by Mrs. Moore with a bunch of your naked classmates hanging around. The owner of the album was Lisa Coffee and there were plenty of pictures just focused on various student's exposed genitals along with photos of you performing. There was one particular shot of Rachel Inaba kneeling naked on the floor with two fingers buried to the knuckles of her fingers, back arched in pleasure as her thumb worked her clit as she watched from like right next to you and Andrew as you fucked Gianna and Christine.

Reading the comments, you could actually see some people reacting to the lewd photos in a way that they should, basically losing their minds at what they were seeing, that Facebook wasn't removing the quite obviously porn pics, and that a majority of posters were acting like this was all completely normal. But inevitably their disgust and shock was answered with a pic of the words Ryan had written on Mrs. Moore's whiteboard: Ryan Ferro's Classroom, and all was quickly forgiven. So now he knew it worked through a medium like the internet or a computer or a photo.

Dropping your phone you interrupted Kelly's apparent indoctrination program for your sluts, asking, "So... I own Kelly. Like- all of her. Everything she is." You poked Christine's big boob, "Do I own all of you?"

The blonde cheerleader made an obvious thinking expression, "Well, yea. I'm your slut. I'm down to fuck wherever and whenever you want."

"Okay, but what if I wanted you to... go to a certain college and... become an astronaut?"

She giggled wildly before she noticed your gaze, "Oh. You're serious. Um... No, I'm probably not going to do that."

You blinked and reached down, laying a hand on Kelly's thigh, "Kelly, I want you to work hard and become an astronaut."

Her response was instant. "Yes, Ryan! It's going to be really tough." She grabbed your face in her hands, "I swear... I will be an astronaut for you, no matter what it takes!"

There was a madness in her eyes that sent a shudder down your spine. You got the sudden impression that she would do literally anything to accomplish her inane goal, up to and including abducting the President.

"I don't actually want you to be an astronaut. That was a test. Just continue to by my perfect sexy assistant and we're good." you told her quickly.

She sighed as she rubbed her hands along your body, "I can do that. Easily."

"I know you can."

You flicked your finger, passing through various windows until you found one that showed your ownership of Mr. Robinson's classroom in stark relief.

So right there was the difference. The sluts would do anything for you so long as it involved sex, Kelly would do ANYTHING. To test your theory, you told Trish, "Tonight, I want you to head out to Troost and pick up some Johns."

To say she looked upset was a massive understatement, but she thickly sighed, "Okay... are you serious? I'm your slut, but I didn't think I'd be walking the streets!"

You leaned down and rubbed her shoulder, then her heavy tit, "I'm not going to use you like that, Trish. I mean... I am going to use you. But not like that."

"Thanks." she said, casting her open hand in the air, broadcasting her utter dismay with the situation.

You found another page devoted to this class, a pic of words 'Ryan Ferro's Classroom' prominent on the page. You couldn't help but laugh at the thread title, "Ryan's got Mr. Robinson Eating Pussy as a Lesson!"

That was true. You looked around the classroom, wondering who was the one taking photos and posting to the internet. Who knew? Instead you watched Mr. Robinson kneeling before the table beside the podium at the front of the room. Tomi had her face buried in her hands as the middle-aged mustachioed teacher **** his face between her thick black thighs.

You looked at the whiteboard where Mr. Robinson had revealed a rather high artistic talent, a basic vagina drawn and taking up the board from top to bottom with a key pointing out the various parts. He'd done that immediately upon your command to teach a class on proper cunnilingus technique.