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Authors name: Wiley06
Story title : Portervill High
Part 3 of 11 parts
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Porterville High - Jim's Control
Part 1.2
By Wiley06
Ms. Sara Ellsworth was in a great mood. After
shoving Maria out the door, she had had the best fuck-
ing since that time when she was 14 years old, and she
had teased seven of her brother's 18 year old friends
into "raping" her. There was something about watching
that haughty little bitch take cock that made her horny
as all get out. She had even worn out her three studs.
She lamented the fact that they weren't very good
lovers, but they made up in quantity what they lacked
in quality, and, besides, she had picked them because
they were safe: not very bright, glad to get sex, and
willing to let her be in charge.
She was standing in front of a full length mirror
in her home, her skin a delicate pink from the shower
she had just taken. Looking at her naked form she
smiled: she looked good. With her dancer's body and
round, firm, if not large, breasts, she knew she was a
catch. She sighed and thought about calling one of her
boys over for the evening, but decided against it; they
were all pretty tired when she had left them. Still,
she didn't have to go without. She went over to her
dresser and pulled out her favorite vibrator. She
turned it on, slid it in until her labia closed over
the ends, and then put on a G-String to hold it in
place.
She sighed as she felt the familiar, pleasant
buzzing inside her vagina, and clenched her legs
together, orgasming as the image of Maria's tortured
face flashed through her mind. She knew she was a
nympho, but she figured since she liked it so much, it
wasn't a problem.
Walking naked, except for the G-String, through
her house, she went into her video room and picked out
H.O.M. video #16 and put it into her VCR. She sat
down on a couch opposite her TV and started the tape,
her hand wandering down to her clitoris. As the
actors came on the screen, she experienced the second
of many orgasms which she was to experience that even-
ing.
Saturday she invited all three of her boys over,
and they stayed until late that night pleasuring her.
She went to sleep satisfied but reluctant to have the
evening end, since she would have to do some schoolwork
for Monday.
Sunday came, and she rolled out of bed, put on her
robe, and wandered out to get her Sunday paper. Pick-
ing it up, she noticed a large brown envelope next to
the paper. Frowning with a sense of foreboding, she
picked it up along with her paper and, walking inside
and shutting the door behind her, dropped both the
envelope and the paper on her coffee table. She
started her coffee and sat down, picking up the
envelope but loathe to open it. Finally she ripped it
open and dumped out the contents: a VHS video tape and
a folded piece of paper. She unfolded the piece of
paper and read, "This Wednesday at 8:00 p.m. be alone
in your home, and leave the door unlocked." It was
unsigned. What the hell? she thought. This was insane!
Now both curious and fearful, she picked up the
tape and headed to her video room. She sucked in her
breath and muttered shit as the tape began playing.
She watched it through to the end, every minute twist-
ing another knife into her gut. It was a tape of what
she had done to Maria. With this tape she could be put
in jail for a long time. She was no innocent; she knew
blackmail when she saw it. She sighed and shook her
head as she rewound the tape and began watching it
again. She wondered who had sent the tape and what he
or she wanted. Well, she would find out Wednesday,
and there was nothing she could do about it now, except
hope that whoever had the tape wouldn't turn her in.
Monday rolled around and Sara Ellsworth was more
subdued than usual, wearing conservative clothes and
refraining from flirting with anyone. Teaching her
class, she thanked god that Maria had decided not to
show up today, and otherwise kept her eye out to see
if anyone acted out of character. She didn't notice
that anyone, not even her fellow teachers, were acting
any different than normal. She was so nervous that she
didn't even call upon any of her boys to service her,
and she retired to her large house and sat in her bed-
room, mulling things over.
The more and more she thought about it, the more
she hoped it was a man, or some dyke. She was confi-
dent that anyone attracted to women would be attracted
to her: it had always been that way. She could give
them a little taste of what she could do, and, she was
sure, after a while they wouldn't be able to do without
her -- then she would be in control, as always. She
hoped.
Tuesday she was much more herself, and even called
on Sid and Paul to service her. Since the ax had not
yet fallen, she was pretty sure it wasn't going to; and
she was sure that she could handle any blackmailer to
her satisfaction.
Wednesday her day was filled with worry and tre-
pidation. It passed quickly and she found herself
waiting expectantly and fearfully for someone to walk
through her front door.
Jim Parker had purposely avoided Ms. Ellsworth for
three days, but now he was going to cash in. He parked
three blocks away and walked through the darkness to
her house, imagining skewering that hot white meat on
his dark pole. He approached the front door and con-
tinued through, stepping into a large entry room with a
couch and several chairs. He saw Sara sitting on the
couch, her legs folded under her. She was wearing a
simple summer dress which complimented her slim figure
and firm legs. Her face was framed by her short brown
hair and her large green eyes flashed when they saw
him.
"So it's you," she said, standing up and facing
him, "our snooping janitor."
"Yep," Jim said, "now why don't we go somewhere
where we can talk business."
Glaring at him, she motioned him to follow her
into her living room, where she sat down on a cushioned
chair and motioned him over to the couch. Things might
not go as well as she planned, she thought, seeing in
Jim a tough customer. Still, he was a man, and men
could be led around by their dicks.
Jim sat down on the couch and looked over his
prize; boy but he was going to enjoy himself.
"What do you want, Mr. Parker," she said sharply.
"Well, Sara," he drawled, "I don't want just one
thing, I want several things..."
"Go on," she interrupted.
"Well," he continued, "I think right now I'd like
$200 cash."
He watched, amused, as she stood up stiffly and
went down the hall to a back room. She returned with
two $100 bills and handed them to him, saying, "Is
that all?"
"Noooo," he dragged out the word as he put the
money into his pocket, "I think that now I want you to
take off your clothes."
Sara gave a little start. She had expected some-
thing like this, in fact had been counting on it, but
was taken aback by his bluntness. Without saying a
word, she began stripping in a workmanlike fashion, a
frown making her pretty face look severe.
When she was standing before him naked he said,
"Now put your arms over your head and turn around,
slowly." He was thoroughly enjoying himself now. He
had this cunt right where he wanted her and he was
going to take advantage of it. For now he would just
give her some good fucking -- she'd probably even enjoy
it -- and save the rough stuff for later; but the rough
stuff would come, for he just didn't want to fuck her,
he wanted to break her, to make her his very own white
slave.
"Lay on your back and start diddling yourself,
Sara, and make it good," he commanded, smiling.
Sara didn't like this, she didn't like it at all.
She liked to be in control, but here she was at the
mercy of this black son of a bitch. She hoped he at
least knew how to fuck so she could salvage something
out of this. If he didn't, she would just have to
pretend -- she knew she could make it so that he
wouldn't be willing to give her up. Then maybe she
could get that tape from him and then she'd tell him
what she really thought of him.
Well, there was nothing she could do about it now,
so she laid down on the hardwood floor and spread her
legs. "Like this?" she asked, running her fingers
gently across her labia and rubbing her clit with her
other hand.
"Ya ya, that's good," Jim said. Boy that cunt
sure had a lot of practice rubbing herself, he could
tell. Watching her, he began to strip. He could see
her watching him, and noticed that the bitch had
started getting into it. Well, she was going to get it,
all right, he thought as he pulled off his underwear,
releasing his stiff 8" hard-on.
He smiled as he saw her eyes widen at the sight of
his cock, "A little bit better than those pansies
you've been fuckin', huh bitch?" he laughed and knelt
between her legs, knocking her hands away roughly
grabbing her mound, jamming two fingers up her twat.
She gasped as she felt his fingers force their way
into her. She was glad she lubricated up so easily, so
it didn't hurt. She hated this, hated being told what
to do and called a bitch by a man she didn't choose,
but she knew she was going to enjoy it -- she couldn't
help herself, she was already turned on. She just
hoped he knew how to use that monster cock of his.
He pulled his fingers out, satisfied he wasn't
going to get a dry ride, and fell heavily on top of
her, smiling directly into her face. He pressed his
cock against her now slick labia and pressed his lips
against hers, kissing her roughly, loving the feel of
her firm body under his.
She opened her mouth for his kiss and eagerly
accepted his tongue. The heat of his mouth spread
through her body, and his cock rubbing up and down her
labia sent tingles up and down her spine. He knew how
to kiss, that was for sure, and she began grinding her
hips against his, feeling pleasure shoot out from her
clitoris as she rubbed it against him.
He felt her mouth turn hungry against his, her
tongue darting past his into his mouth, her hips grind-
ing against him. He fenced tongues for a minute and
then he slowly slid his cock into her, hearing her gasp
at the penetration. Keeping his lips locked on hers, he
began to slowly pound his cock in and out of her, feel-
ing her pussy tight and warm around his shaft.
Oh god that was good, she thought as his cock slid
into her. She lay there for a minute, gasping out her
pleasure into his mouth as he began slowly pounding her
with his cock. She came almost immediately, and, rip-
ping her mouth away from his, cried out. She quickly
kicked her legs up and wrapped them around the small of
his back, and began rocking under him.
He felt her cunt spasm around his cock as she
came, and bore down when she ripped her face from his
and cried out, wrapping her legs around him. _HE_ was
fucking her, not the other way around. He had to admit,
though, she was one good fuck; no wonder those kids
didn't last longer than a minute or two. He bore down,
using the full weight of his body to drive his cock
into her, achieving a brutal rhythm with her rocking,
shaking body.
Oh god he could fuck, she thought, her nails send-
ing furrows across his back as she came again, now
grunting in time with his thrusts. "Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh,
Aaahhhggg!" she went as she came again, beginning to
lose control of her body.
She was going wild beneath him, her voice keening
as she achieved orgasm after orgasm, her nails digging
into his back, her thighs trying to crush his waist,
her cunt spasming around his cock, squeezing and milk-
ing it until the pressure in his balls boiled over,
sending streams of cum into her sucking pussy.
He lay on top of her for a minute, feeling his
cock soften within her. She had stopped bucking shortly
after he came, and was now lying exhausted beneath him.
He had waited a long time for this, and she was every-
thing he had dreamed of and more.
Rolling off of her, he picked up her dress and
wiped off his dick with it. She stared lazily up at
him and then rolled onto her elbow and watched him as
he dressed.
"Is that it, big boy?" she taunted, running her
free hand lewdly over her body.
"For tonight," he grunted. "Oh, and by the way,"
he said, pulling out a folded sheet of paper from his
pocket, "here are some ground rules you had better
follow." With that he left, leaving her frowning at
the folded piece of paper lying in front of her.
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