"I want you to stop having sex with your husband."

"What?" Allison Moore blinks at you.

You gaze down into her massive cleavage, happy that she's left her top buttons undone. You reach forward and grope her breasts through her shirt. She lets you.

You hear your classmates file out of the room until Allison, Kelly, Gianna, Christine, Trish, and you are the only people left in the room. You feel their gazes on you.

"You heard me,” you say.

“Oh. Um, okay,” she wrings her hands uncertainly, a far cry from the stern teacher you knew. “It’s just… what do I tell him?”

You bite your lip as you imagine Allison’s full tits swaying back and forth while she happily betrays her wedding vows for your sake, just as Kelly does every time she has sex with you. There's something about stealing a woman from someone else that stirs something primal within you; something you can't ignore.

“Tell him I own your mind now and that I've made you think that having sex with him is repulsive and that you shouldn't do it. In fact, that's exactly what you think. You think having sex with your husband is beneath you. A waste of time. He never paid any attention to your needs. Speaking of which, when was the last time you had sex?”

Allison blushes. “Last month," she mumbles.

“That’s terrible. I’ll make sure to fuck you on the regular, Allison. I’ll fill up all your holes and eventually you’ll forget all about your little husband,” you say.

She blinks again and bites her lip. A bead of sweat trickles down her neck and into her cleavage.

"I think I'd like that, Master. Having sex with Edward is a waste of time anyway," she moans and leans forward, presenting you with mountains of cleavage. You can see the buttons on her shirt straining to contain her bust. "Will you really make me forget all about him? You own your mind, so you could probably wipe him away entirely if you wanted."

You really like that idea. That you can just end a person's entire relationship with another on a whim, even to the point of erasing the memory that that relationship had ever existed. It's a heady feeling having such power over Allison.

"Maybe. You think you enjoy the idea of me owning every aspect of your thoughts and changing them."

Allison grins at you and shudders. She reaches a hand between her legs, but stops just short of playing with her pussy.

"I really like the control you have over me, Master," she mutters. Her amber eyes stare into yours, utterly submissive in a way that tells you that if you so much as hinted at it, she'd bend over and let you fuck her.

"Good. Now wait here for a few minutes while I handle things with the girls," you give her hardening nipples a tweak through her shirt before turning to the rest of the people in the room.

Kelly smiles at you. She’s fully dressed now, but that might actually be a mischaracterization considering how her tight yoga pants and top hug her curves. You can see the full outline of her tits through her blouse and a cameltoe between her thick thighs.

You stare at your best friend's mother fondly, undressing her with your eyes even though you’d just seen her naked. She’s become the Bonnie to your Clyde; the ideal partner in crime. You wonder if you should make her exchange that vestigial wedding ring she still wears for another.

"I had these young women stay behind like you asked. They didn't seem to mind an opportunity to spend more time with you,” the redheaded MILF glances over the three girls waiting patiently for you to address them.

As if confirming Kelly's words, the girls grin lewdly at you.

Your heart skips a beat. Damn. Christine, Gianna, and Trish are three of the hottest chicks in school. Busty and curvy, they draw the eyes of most of the male populace of the school. Now, their eyes are drawn to you.

“Hey girls,” you wave at them.

“Hi,” Trish Harris smiles at you uncertainly, but you can detect a hint of arousal in her eyes. The girls’ basketball player decided to follow Christine’s lead and forgo her bra, exposing her plentiful titflesh through her light blue shirt. With dark brown hair, blue eyes, big tits, and generous rear, Trish is probably in the top ten in your high school and subject to many a wank session before you’d discovered your ability and fucked her in front of the entire class. Her pussy is also delectably tight, just like Gianna’s.

“Hey Ryan,” Gianna chews her lower lip and rubs her thick thighs together. Her brown eyes are glowing with lust and satisfaction. She’s looked that way ever since you fucked her doggystyle over her desk. You wonder how much of her new attitude towards you is due to your impromptu roleplay session and the accompanying rules or if she legitimately enjoyed herself to the point where she’d happily fuck you again, rules or no.

“What’s up, babe?” Christine saunters up to you, big tits jiggling freely in her shirt. And wasn’t she a sight to see? The head cheerleader, lusted over by every guy in school, was now your exclusive slut.

"Not much. Come here,” you reach around to paw at her juicy ass through her skirt. The blonde moans appreciatively and presses herself against you, her big tits squishing outward against your chest. “What would Dean say if he saw us like this?” you whisper into her ear before nibbling on her lobe.

The blonde shudders and moans.

“Who cares? I’m your slut, Ryan. It’s not his place to judge what you do to me, even if he is my boyfriend. Your needs and wants come first,” she says.

You grin and release Christine’s ass. She shifts to your side, apparently content with pressing her body against yours. You let her, turning to address your other two classmates.

“Trish. Gianna. Both of you hold out an arm. I want to write something on your skin,” you command.

The two girls happily obey you.

You feel Kelly’s lusty gaze on you as you uncap the sharpie and scribble on Gianna’s arm. Christine hugs your side, pressing your arm into the deep valley between her tits.

Ryan Ferro’s slut

Gianna looks down at her arm, her face lighting up.

“Omigod! Ryan, I can’t believe I was your slut this entire time. Why didn’t you tell me?” the buxom Latina practically gushes. You look back at her to see her proudly displaying the inscription on her arm like it’s a backstage pass for her favorite band.

“I was waiting for the right moment,” you smirk at her. “The way you let me fuck you over your desk earlier convinced me.”

“Well I’m glad I finally know,” Gianna says. She chews her lower lip cutely.

“Did you… were you attracted to me before we had sex earlier?” you ask her, your curiosity almost overwhelming. It’s hard to imagine that such a gorgeous girl would have been interested in you before you gained your strange ability, but apparently you had been selling yourself short.

Gianna giggles. “I thought you’d never notice. Do you remember that time I accidentally walked into the boys’ locker room?”

“You did what?!” Allison hisses from the front of the room. You glare at her and she promptly shuts her mouth.

Gianna grins at you, seemingly impressed by your display of dominance over your teacher.

“Yeah, after gym class. Mrs. Davis wasn’t too happy about that, but you somehow managed to make it out of it all without a suspension,” you reply. It had been a pretty interesting event. You remember being startled by a sudden commotion and then turning your head to see Gianna fleeing the locker room at breakneck pace, bubble butt jiggling as she ran.

“Well,” she begins. “While I was in the locker room, I happened to see you with your underwear down. God, I’d never seen a cock that big before! Not in person. Ever since then, well, I couldn’t help but picture the two of us hooking up. I tried sending you signals, a flash of skin here and there to catch your eye, but you never made a move.”

You raise your eyebrows.

“Uh, sorry,” you say, feeling more than a little regretful. “I guess I missed out on some good sex then.”

The dark-skinned girl giggles.

“Hah! I'd have done things to you that would have blown your mind,” the Latina says, leaning forward slightly. Your gaze falls to her delectable brown cleavage and she smirks. “Thankfully, I’m your slut now. That means you can fuck me anytime you want. God, I can just imagine you coming into my room and sticking that fat cock inside me and making me scream. And then my dad would come upstairs and try to yell at us and make you leave, but you’d tell him off and keep fucking me..."

She trails off and a dopey grin spreads across her face.

Trish raises her eyebrows. “That's gross! I can't believe you fantasize about your father interrupting you having sex!”

“Oh, I fantasize about a lot more than that," Gianna smirks shamelessly

Trish rolls her eyes. "Disgusting slut."

You can’t help but chuckle.

A few moments later, you write an identical sentence along Trish’s arm.

The basketball player blinks.

“Huh. So I guess I’m your slut, Ryan. Honestly, this isn't how I pictured my life turning out, no offense. I mean, you were a fantastic lay, don't get me wrong. But I had dreams."

Gianna scoffs. "Stupid rich white bitch. You should be thankful Ryan's even giving you the time of day."

"Fuck you!" Trish snarls and looks like she's about to strike Gianna.

"Both of you shut the fuck up. This isn't what Ryan needs right now from his sluts!" Christine barks. She dislodges herself from you and you follow the gentle sway of her delicious ass as it jiggles underneath her skirt. "Apologize, right now."

You raise your eyebrows. Kelly has a wide smirk on her face. Was this somehow due to her influence? What exactly did she tell Christine while you were busy with Allison?

Trish and Gianna surprisingly relax and look over at you.

"I'm sorry, Ryan," the busty girls say in unison, looking rather ashamed of themselves.

You lick your lips.

"Good girl, Christine," you spank her ass and she whimpers. Her blue eyes shimmer with lust. It seems getting fucked by Andrew wasn't nearly enough to satisfy her. You'll have to rectify that soon.