Stay in bed and masturbate yourself to sleep
From Create Your Own Story
Immediately your fingers go to work on your needy clit. Your hips, stomach and shoulders move up and down like a snake as your fingers rub your wet clit at a furious pace. Your other hand pinches your erect nipples and cups your gigantic breast to get the full experience. The fact that you’re covered in sweat and moaning so loud that the neighbors can hear you is of no concern to your young wild mind. The burning sensation in your clit gets even hotter as an orgasm builds up in between your loins. Feeling it coming you spread your legs wide and buckle your hips as you squirt clear liquid in a heated orgasm. Your female fluids end up all over the wall and floor of your room. You collapse, satisfied, into a deep sleep.
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“Are you really going to wear that to school?”
“Mom it's 90 degrees Fahrenheit outside, don’t give me this shit today, okay?”
As usual Anna is bothering you about wearing a miniskirt. However, due to the ongoing heat wave she lets you off easy. You know she hates the miniskirt because of how provocative it is, so before leaving home you shake your ass at her like a stripper. The miniskirt follows your motion and comes dangerously close to revealing your naughty thong. You leave home before another confrontation can commence.
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A hot day like this is the best day for school. Everyone is forced to wear light clothing so naturally it’s time to separate the hot from the ugly. This is a system which favors you greatly since you have no qualms about showing off some skin.
You stand on the school ground at the center of everyone’s attention. Male and female students alike sneak peeks at you as you arc your back knowing well enough that it emphasizes your full, round breasts. Your white blouse is unbuttoned so to give maximum exposure to the soft mounds of flesh. Even the passing teachers cannot help but to gaze in shame as sweat runs down your forehead, to your feminine chin and then drips down and lands in your cleavage. Having your sweaty cleavage exposed in front of everyone and a tight miniskirt covering your wide hips and firm tush but not much else is enough for you to rule the school ground. You know that your figure makes the boys hard and the girls wet, you enjoy that, crave it even.
Then Camilla shows up, alongside Sabine. Their dislike for each other and opposing views is common knowledge around the school, so seeing the conservatively dressed Camilla walk alongside the foreigner Sabine, who looks like a walking whore house, is enough to make everyone’s jaw drop. Sabine had unbuttoned her green blouse to expose her cleavage, just like you did, but her crop top also shows off her naked tummy, and the underside of her tits. Her big surgically enchanted tits seemed to bounce as she walks in her high heels through the schoolyard. The heels made her hips roll and her ass wiggle whorishly, as if she was begging for it. Then there were her cut jeans, which looked more like panties, they were so short. Worse yet, she had unbuttoned the top button on her jeans coming dangerously close to exposing her cunt. Looking closer you saw the beginning of a flower tattoo on her naked, tanned tummy that continued on down below into her jeans and must have ended right above her clit.
If she was in a bad neighborhood, this would have been an invitation for rape.
The men drooled after Sabine, even her fellow teachers. The look in most of the girl’s eyes could be interpreted as “What a whore!” or among the girls who weren’t afraid to show some skin, “Foul play!” You listen to some of the comments from the students around you.
“I knew it man, I knew it! Told you she was a fucking whore.”
“There’s no way she doesn’t want me to fuck her, wearing those clothes to school.”
“Female Teachers are sluts man, don’t you watch the news. They are fucking everybody. Sabine is just not afraid to show it.”
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Remembering Camilla’s orders from yesterday about you meeting her before school you follow her and Sabine. She stops at an empty classroom and enters it, you follow suit.
Camilla sits down in her chair and quite uncharacteristically rests her feet on the teacher’s desk. Sabine remains standing. Not saying a word but breathing heavily, her ribcage going up and down. Camilla looks calm, devoid of her usual stressful demeanor. She asks you. “So, Sharon, tell me, what do you think of her new look, her body?”
You get a better look at Sabine’s face. She wears heavy makeup and thick black eyeshadow. In her ears are big golden rings that reach down to her shoulders. There is also something on her neck. Indistinguishable at first but then reveals itself to be a small slave collar. On second thought her face isn’t calm at all, it’s on the verge of panic.
