Ryan recruits Allison for his plans

Allison Moore sat at her desk. It was near the end of the student lunch period, which would normally mean that she’d take lunch for herself. The end of the year, however, brought with it a deluge of final assignments and grades. Extra credit projects requested by students **** not to fail her course.

A faulty thesis and a conclusion that scarcely follows from said thesis. D. Have you listened to a word I’ve said, Gregory Lambert?

She wrote the red letter on the assignment, marring the pristine white paper like a brand.

Allison sighed and took a sip of her coffee. The hot, bitter drink is a poor substitute for the other fluid she’d rather be swallowing. She licked her lips, picturing Ryan Ferro’s perfect fat cock. She wished he were there. She’d give that pole of pure manmeat a proper worshiping, as it was due. It significantly dwarfed the size of her husband’s cock and she could scarcely imagine ever finding that man attractive again. It was just as well since Ryan had told her not to have sex with Edward again.

As if to answer her prayers, the door to her – no, Ryan’s classroom – opened.

Her favorite student stood in the doorway, a predatory grin on his roguishly handsome face. Her heart thudded in her chest and her pussy twitched. She felt giddy, as if she were a schoolgirl gazing at her crush. But it was something more than that. When Ryan had made her aware of the fact that he’d owned her mind; could control her thoughts, memories, and every other aspect of her identity, she’d felt a clarity for what seemed to be the first time in her entire life.

It was as if Ryan had given her the answer to life, the universe, and everything. It wasn’t 42 or anything else so farcical as to be the domain of parody. It wasn’t even really information, but rather a feeling. A sense of belonging. She so desperately wanted to thank him for that, but couldn’t find the words to express how she felt.

She stood and bent down low and greeted him in the only way she knew how.

“Hello Master.”

Her top buttons were undone and she’d never put her bra back on. Her huge tits dangled pendulously in her blouse. Her nipples hardened.

Ryan leered at her breasts. She nearly swooned.

God, when was the last time I felt this way?

“Hey Allison. How’re you doing?”

“I’m well, Master. Thanks for asking,” she replied. A part of her considered that before today, she’d never have referred to anyone that way, much less a student. But so much had changed since then. She put her hands on either side of her breasts and gently pushed them together. She felt a shiver of delight when Ryan’s gaze intensified.

“Is there anything I can do for you?”

“Yeah. A few things, actually,” he walked into the room, followed by Christine Higgins and Dean Travis, the school’s quarterback. What was he doing there? The door swung shut behind them.

Kelly’s not with Ryan? Curious.

“Hi Mrs. Moore!” Christine beamed at her. The busty blonde cheerleader had kept her bra off, too. Her face was positively glowing with an expression that said “I just had the best fuck of my life.” She suppressed an irrational surge of jealousy at the sight. There was nothing she could do if Ryan decided to fuck one of his sluts instead of her. He’d done it already, and she hadn’t reacted then because she’d been so distracted by the sight of his massive cock pistoning in and out Gianna Lopez’s tight pussy. Besides, it was Ryan’s right to have sex with his sluts.

“Hello Christine. I trust Ryan's been good to his sluts?"

Christine actually bit her lip and glanced at Ryan, who grinned back at her. “Mmm. Yeah, Ryan’s been really good to me.”

Lucky girl. I wish I were one of Ryan’s sluts. Maybe he'd have fucked me by now.

“Mind if we take your seat?” Ryan’s voice broke her out of her jealous haze.

Allison smiled warmly at him. Whatever he’d done with Christine, it didn’t matter. He was here with her now.

“No, I don’t mind at all. In fact, I’d be happy if you would. Everything in this room is yours,” she gave her ass a little shake. “If you want it, take it.”

Ryan stared at her ass. "I will.”

He reached a hand out to palm her breasts through her blouse. She moaned as he groped her expansive titflesh. He smacked her rear, eliciting a yelp from her. Her ass stung from the blow, but that only made her pussy clench.

Allison watched as the master of her mind sat in her chair followed by Christine. The gorgeous blonde sat on his lap with her back facing him. Allison glimpsed a pale white liquid trickling down the cheerleader’s thick thighs.

That’s his cum.

Her heart skipped a beat. She licked her lips. She wished Ryan would show her his cock again so she could wrap her lips around it. She’d suckle on and worship it for as long as he wanted.

The MILF teacher felt giddy at the prospect and she allowed herself to hope. It was only fitting then that in her nervousness she forgot that she’d left her coffee cup on the edge of her desk. She knocked it aside with her elbow and it tumbled to the floor with a splash.

“Argh, goddamn it!”

Allison glared at the spilled drink, eyes alight with a familiar rage. She glanced over at Ryan to find him smiling at her. She blushed as funny feelings fluttered in her chest. Allison had always been a little clumsy and had often been made fun of for it when she was Ryan’s age. The memories of the constant teasing by her peers crept to the surface of her mind. Would Ryan do the same to her? Would he demean and laugh at her as **** for all the times she’d given him detention?

“Um. I’m sorry about that, sir. I got your classroom all messy…” she opened one of the drawers of her desk and grabbed a roll of paper towels.

“No, no. It’s okay, Allison. I’ll just have Dean clean it up,” said the young man who had grown to mean so much to her. She barely resisted releasing a loud sigh of pure relief. He wasn’t going to judge her after all. She felt a flash of affection for him.

“Wait, Dean?”

Allison glanced at Dean Travis. She’d wondered why he was in the classroom, but had been distracted by Christine and Ryan.

“Oh, right. I haven’t actually explained that yet. Hey Dean?” Ryan reached around Christine to pull her blouse up, exposing her big tits. He grabbed them in his hands and kneaded them while Dean watched.

“Yeah, Ryan. Play with my tits. Oh, your hands are so warm~” the blonde began grinding her hips into Ryan’s groin. Allison pictured that huge cock escaping the confines of his pants and fucking the girl on top of him. She wished she could be Christine in that moment.

“Yeah, boss?” the tall quarterback replied in a chipper, deferential tone that seemed as foreign to him as atmosphere was to space. It was as if his personality had been scooped out and replaced with that of a loyal butler. Her eyes fell to the bulge between his legs. It seemed Dean liked the show his girlfriend was giving him.

“Show Mrs. Moore the sentences I wrote and explain what you are.”

Dean grinned. His teeth were almost perfectly white. “Sure thing, boss.”

The brown-haired young man stepped past his girlfriend (who was still gazing at Ryan with intense blue “please fuck me” eyes) and held up his right arm for her to see. Emblazoned on it were two sentences in black sharpie, though they seemed more akin to markings carved into the very fabric of reality.

Ryan Ferro’s servant

Ryan Ferro’s bodyguard

Allison felt something click within her. Suddenly, it seemed so obvious to her that Dean had been Ryan’s servant and bodyguard. A phantom sensation tingled in her arm where Ryan had written the most important sentence she’d ever gazed upon.

“Hey Mrs. Moore. Yeah, so I’m pretty much Ryan’s servant slash bodyguard now. I’ll take care of that floor for you,” Dean said. He held his hand out for the paper towels she carried.

“So you’ll do anything Ryan wants, huh?” Allison grinned when the boy nodded in confirmation. “I know the feeling. Here you go.”

She handed him the paper towels and watched as he knelt on the tile floor to begin cleaning.

“I’m surprised Kelly isn’t here. Does it have anything to do with what you wanted my help with?” Allison asked. Honestly, she was surprised that Ryan hadn’t just told her what to do already. It seemed Ryan was in no hurry, though, and she would wait as long as it took to get an answer out of him.

Ryan swung from left to right in her chair, a small smile on his face. It was as if he were a king upon his throne gazing upon his subjects. The comparison would have been ridiculous if not for the sheer amount of power he wielded over everyone in the classroom.

“Kelly’s shepherding my other sluts back to their classrooms. She’s become something of a mentor to them as well as my eyes and ears wherever I can’t be,” he said. His eyes gazed at Christine. The busty blonde cheerleader gave him a smoldering look. “I kept Christine with me because, well, it’d be cruel to separate her from Dean, wouldn’t it?”

“You’re really sweet, Ryan. You know that?” Christine said warmly. She turned her head back to lock lips with Ryan. They made out for a minute or two before breaking the kiss. Ryan kept playing with the blonde’s breasts with one hand while the other moved downward to grope her upper thigh.

“So let’s get to why I’ve come here. Dean told me you have the numbers of the parents of a lot of the students you teach. I want you to call Ashford Draper’s mother and tell her there’s something you need to tell her in person and that’s it’s important.”

She frowned at him.

“I can do that. I’m pretty sure I have Mrs. Draper’s number in my phone,” she bent down and grabbed her smartphone from her purse. She searched through the contacts until she found Gloria Draper. Suddenly, the memory of her clicked in Allison’s mind.

“Yes, she’s here. Gloria Draper. Did you know that she’s the county sheriff? Being dishonest with her could go very badly for us…”

I’d take the fall if anything happened, of course, but it would still prevent me from seeing Master every school day. I can’t allow that to happen.

Ryan pinched Christine’s right nipple. She whimpered.

“Ow, that hurts,” she protested. But she ground her ass into his crotch harder.

“Sorry about that,” Ryan kissed the blonde on the neck before glancing up at Allison again. “Yep, I know. And don’t worry. I have complete faith in you. You’re using my mind, after all.”

She grinned at him, happy at the reminder that every inch of the pliable brain that existed within her skull belonged to Ryan.

“Which reminds me. You hate Ashford Draper. You want to help me get **** against him by getting his mother under my sway. You’ll go to any lengths to help me accomplish that.”

Allison’s eyes widened. Her fists clenched at the thought of the dark-skinned football player. She imagined him broken and defeated before Ryan as he smiled down from Allison’s seat-throne. The thought excited her almost as much as Ryan’s cock.

“You’re right,” she grinned. It was a wide, malicious thing. She’d never smiled like that before. “I hate Ashford Draper. I’ll get his mother here if it’s the last thing I do.”

“Before you start, I want you to take off your clothes and bend over your desk. Oh, do you have a class after lunch? Nevermind, it doesn’t matter,” he waved away her answer.

Allison bit her lip.

Is he really going to… while I’m on the phone with Ashford’s mother?

She almost giggled as she tore her clothes off of herself, uncaring of her own modesty. Her huge breasts burst free of her blouse and smacked down against her chest. Her big ass jiggled as it was freed from the confines of her tight pencil skirt.

Allison relished the look of utmost want that dominated Ryan’s face. She wished she could stare at him more, if only to see how much the master of her mind wanted her. She turned and lowered her chest onto her desk. Her breasts squished outward against the dark wood.

“I love your big ass so much,” Ryan growled. She heard him and Christine stand up from her chair. A hand smacked her ass.

“Ah!” it was harder and much more painful than before. She bore it, however.

“I-I’m so glad you enjoy it,” she muttered.

“Damn, Mrs. Moore. You’re going to enjoy this next part so much,” Christine said, her voice suffused with equal parts envy and arousal. “Ryan’s cock is so big. He’ll make you forget all about your husband. I promise you.”

Allison swallowed.

“I hope so,” she whispered.

Suddenly, she felt something big and warm and hard nudge its way between her asscheeks. She wiggled her rear in response, and felt Ryan’s huge cock make contact with the outer folds of her pussy. She shivered with pleasure.

“Not yet,” Ryan said. His hands groped her ass. “You still have a call to make, remember?”

Allison nodded. She brought her phone up, selected the contact for Gloria Draper, and pressed the dial button.