You bring the sheriff under your sway

“That was amazing, Master. Truly. Simply incredible.”

Allison is sitting across from you. You’re currently occupying her comfortable teacher’s chair while she sits on her own desk. You’ve made her redress in preparation for Sheriff Draper’s arrival, but she insisted on not wearing panties or a bra. Honestly, you’re fine with that. More than fine, actually.

Your eyes flick down to Allison’s lower body. She spreads her legs for you, almost instinctively it seems.

“Glad you enjoyed it,” you mutter, basking in the afterglow of your fucking session with Allison. Her body is so soft and voluptuous, which made for a mesmerizing sight when you pounded into her from behind. It’s like she was made solely for your enjoyment.

“Me too,” Allison blushes as she watches you ogle her. So cute. “I’ve been looking forward to this for a very long time. Since we first met in college, actually.”

“Hm. College, huh?”

She smiles.

“That’s where we met. You were taking business classes and I was studying history. You were so much smarter than I was. So strong,” she bites her plump lip.

Her unclothed, well-fucked pussy is exposed for you to see. She reaches down and spreads her pussy-lips for you. Her twitching pink insides drool your thick white cum. Some of it spills out of her. She winces and closes her lips back up, trapping the rest of your semen inside.

You feel a pair of hands find their way to your shoulders. You glance up. It seems Kelly was feeling a little left out since you sent her to escort the rest of your sluts to their classes. She’d gotten back just as you were cumming inside Allison’s spasming cunt. Her verdant eyes are reverent as they’ve ever been. She starts massaging your shoulders. You let out a sigh. It seems she has some experience doing this.

Kelly grins proudly at that and redoubles her efforts, happy to have to a way to contribute to your comfort and overall happiness.

Christine Higgins stands alongside her. She’s wearing the same tight blouse and skirt as earlier. Her big breasts jiggle with every minute movement of hers thanks to the fact that she isn’t wearing a bra. She seems to be at a loss of what to do, but perks up noticeably when you look at her. The blonde clearly doesn’t like standing idly, and she moves closer to you. One of her hands finds its way to your hair, surprisingly enough. She twirls it around her fingers.

“Hm. Your hair’s so soft, Ryan,” she runs a hand delicately through your hair. “Is it okay if I…”

You chuckle. Who would have thought the hot cheerleader would have a thing for your hair?

“Sure. Knock yourself out,” you say.

Christine smiles and starts gently playing with your hair. She glances over at Kelly to find the redhead giving her an approving look.

“You know, for an alpha Ryan is surprising soft and cute when he wants to be.”

Kelly nods.

“He is, isn’t he?” Kelly pauses for a moment. She comes closer, resting her big soft breasts against your neck. “Ah. Yeah, I’ve known my owner since he and my son Andrew first became friends. He was such a sweet little thing back then and he was over our house so much he almost became like a second son to me. I had no idea he’d be so handsome when he was all grown up, to say nothing of being a better lay than my husband, that’s for sure.”

“And much, much better than mine!” Allison says.

Christine chuckles.

“Better than my boyfriend, too. I guess we’re all lucky to have Ryan in our lives.”

The women look at each other, their eyes glimmering with respect. It seems they’ve found something they all have in common and have bonded over it.

Christine’s eyes seem drawn to Kelly’s hands. You follow her gaze, and watch as your best friend’s mother adjusts the wedding ring on her finger.

“You ever wish Ryan were the one who put that ring on your finger?” Christine asks.

Kelly blushes slightly.

“What I want doesn’t matter. My owner will do whatever he pleases and I’ll support him in every way I can.”

Christine quirks an eyebrow.

“But if he just so happens to want to make you his wife, you’d be pretty happy about that, wouldn’t you?”

Kelly doesn’t answer. Instead she lowers her lips to your ear and whispers, “No matter what you choose, I’ll always love you, Ryan.”

You turn to face her. This achingly beautiful woman who’d so long been out of your reach has just said she loves you. How often had you fantasized about this? About having every ounce of her affection to yourself?

You do the only thing you can do.

“I love you, too, Kelly. More than anyone.”

The older woman’s eyes shimmer slightly with unshed tears. She smiles at you like you’ve just given her everything she could have ever wanted.

Allison giggles.

“Aw. You two are so cute together. I know I’d marry my master in a heartbeat.”

You turn back to Allison. She visibly brightens when you look at her, just as your other women had. Kelly and Christine’s words tumbled around in your head. Could you really marry Kelly? You find that you aren’t opposed to the idea, and you decide you’ll talk to Kelly more when the two of you are in a more private setting. You decide to use Allison to change the subject.

“Tell me more about how we first met.”

Allison beams at you, and something in her eyes gets adorably nostalgic.

“Well,” she begins, still holding her pussy shut so your cum stays inside. “It’s actually kind of a funny story. I was running late for my first class and I tripped and fell. My books and notes flew everywhere. I was pretty clumsy, especially back then without a master to control my weak, pliant mind.”

“Go on,” Kelly asks. She’s resumed massaging you, much more fervently now. Her deft fingers seem to find every knot in your back and shoulders, relieving muscles you didn’t even know you had. You can’t help but groan under her ministrations.

Allison nods.

“Right. So I was gathering my books and things off the floor when the most masculine man I’d ever seen starts helping me. I was so nervous, I immediately stopped what I was doing and just stared at him,” Allison quivers slightly, her eyes getting a far-off look as she gazes into yours. “It was like I was in a trance. He said a few words to me, and I don’t really remember hearing them but I nodded anyway. And I felt them changing me.”

She gives you a smoldering look.

"Little did I know, that was the first time I'd met my master. The man who controlled my mind."

“Hm. I take it that was Ryan then?” Christine asks, seemingly following along with Allison's new perceived memories.

Allison nods happily.

“It was my master, yes. I didn’t know it back then, of course, but something about him just… oh god...” she starts breathing heavily. "I wanted him to control me. To change me however he wanted without even asking me. Oh fuck..."

Your teacher leans forward. Her tight blouse is mostly buttoned, but her tits are threatening to pour of it. She seems to only barely resist playing with herself, and you have no doubt that she's more than ready for a second round. Damn, you really need to get her tattooed and fast and make her yours forever.

“You know how there are a few moments in your life when you know things just will never be the same again?” Allison says. Christine and Kelly nod. “That was one of them. I totally forgot about being late to my class then. Instead, I just started talking with him. Well, he talked and I listened. I listened more intently to him than anyone else I’d ever met. His words were like gospel to me.”

Allison grasps one of your hands in hers. Her smile is warm and loving and she gives your hand an affectionate squeeze. Smiling, you lower your head to kiss the back of her hand. She almost orgasms on the spot.

You hear a knock on the door.

The four of you stare at it for a long moment.

“Mrs. Moore? Sheriff Draper’s here.”

Dean’s voice. You’d had him posted outside the door to ward off anyone looking to chat with Allison.

Another sequence of knocks follows.

You give Allison a meaningful look. She nods submissively and stands up, making her way to the door. Your eyes follow her round, fat ass as it sways in her almost scandalously tight skirt. Her heels click on the tile of the classroom.

She opens the door with a low creak. The din of the hallways enters the room. You’re grateful Allison doesn’t have a class after lunch or this would get pretty awkward regardless of the fact that you own Allison’s classroom.

You’re at a slight angle thanks to the position of your seat and can’t see directly out into the hallway.

“Thank you, Dean. Sheriff. Please come in. I have the girl and her… friends, waiting inside,” Allison has a serious look on her face. It seems she’s trying her best to sell the little lie you made her tell to get the woman to come here.

You hear a quiet sigh. Then footsteps.

“Alright. Let’s get this over with,” a voice says grimly.

Moments later, the woman who you can only assume is Sheriff Gloria Draper enters the room. She’s a black woman who looks to be in her late thirties or early forties, and has all the wonderful plumpness that would characterize a mother of her age. She has short, straight black hair that doesn’t quite reach her shoulders. Her sheriff’s uniform is dark brown and rather baggy, but you’re pleased to see she has rather large tits that the uniform cannot conceal. Your eyes fall to her hips. They’re wide. Not as wide as Allison’s, but close.

So this is Ashford Draper’s mother. You weren’t exactly sure what she looked like since neither Dean or Christine had an pictures of her on their phones and she lacked social media. You suppress a grin as you think about what you’ll soon be able to do with this new, dark-skinned MILF. You’re really going to enjoy bringing your plan to fruition.

She stares at the three of you, her eyes widening in recognition.

“Christine? What happened?” she walks towards you, her big breasts bouncing slightly. She approaches the blonde cheerleader. For her part, Christine is doing a good job of cranking up the waterworks. Fresh tears stream down her face. Her lips quiver slightly. She holds her arms against herself. The sheriff moves a hand to Christine’s shoulder. The blonde flinches and the sheriff retreats slightly.

“I-I… Mrs. Draper. Ashford, he…” Christine whimpers. She sends you a brief look.

You nod and stand up, approaching her.

You’re behind her now. Your hands find their way to her shoulders and she relaxes visibly.

The sheriff’s dark brown eyes stare into yours, an ocean of questions brimming beneath the surface.

“I’m the one who found her and chased Ashford off. It… it wasn’t pretty,” you mutter. You’ve never been the best actor, but you think Christine’s doing more than a good enough job for the both of you. You make a note to reward her for that later.

Sheriff Draper nods at you. Her expression is grim. Her eyes flicker over to Kelly, who is doing a wonderful job of looking appropriately horrified by everything.

“That’s Kelly O’Brien,” you say somberly. “Since she’s my property she goes where I go. She saw the whole thing too.”

Kelly holds up her tattooed arm for the law enforcement officer to see. "It was a horrific sight. We should all be thankful to Ryan for stepping in when he did."

The black woman nods severely. She refocuses her attention on you. Her large breasts are nearly bursting out of her uniform. The top few buttons are undone, likely thanks to the heat. Her skin below her neck is covered in a thin sheen of sweat that disappears into her deep cleavage.

“I need you to tell me everything you saw, Mr. Ferro. Would you mind stepping outside with me?” she asks in a way that doesn’t really feel like a request. Your cock twitches.

“There’s no need for that, Sheriff. Just look at the whiteboard real quick.”

“Huh? What are you talking about?” she gives you a surprised glare, but her eyes are inevitably drawn to the whiteboard and the words written there.

You grin and step past Christine, approaching Sheriff Draper. Her brown eyes stare at you again, narrowing slightly.

“So you own the classroom. What does that have to do with anything?” she gives you a challenging look. You can tell that this isn’t a woman used to being part of a situation she doesn’t control.

“It means what I say here, goes. Like, I'm allowed to touch women anytime, anywhere I want as long as they're in this room,” you take a step closer to her. She doesn’t flinch. Slowly, you reach a hand forward and poke her right tit. It's unfortunately confined by her bra."Isn't that right?"

The busty MILF shrugs, but makes no move to remove your finger from her breast.

"Yes, I suppose. I'm still going to need you to step outside with me so I can all the facts and then deal with... what happened."

You nod. Now you move on to grasping her tit with your hand, massaging it through her uniform and bra.

She moans quietly, but her glare intensifies.

“But real quick, I want to write a few words on your skin. Then I’ll tell you everything that happened, I promise. Would that be okay?”

The sheriff looks like she wants to argue with you, but Christine interjects.

“I… it’s okay. Do as he says,” Christine supports you. She wraps her hands around your left arm and holds it against her chest. Her pillowy tits surround your arm comfortably. "Ryan saved me. Please, Mrs. Draper. Do what he wants."

Something in Gloria Draper’s stony expression cracks at that. She lets out a long sigh.

“Alright. Fine. I suppose it is your right,” she rolls up her sleeve. She gives you a dubious expression. “Now hurry up. I haven’t got all day.”

You move closer to her, barely resisting the urge to leer at her plentiful curves. The sharpie is in your hand, uncapped. She stares at you as you press it against her soft, dark skin and begin to write.