The two women were sat in the car in silence. One, a 39-year-old Latina, was driving with a stormy expression on her face. The other, a pale blonde, looked nervous and ever so slightly guilty.
If Santana Lopez had ever had kids, she would've been the hottest damn MILF in Ohio. Her tanned skin was flawless, free of any blemishes, markings or acne. Her long black hair was silky to touch and shimmered in the sunlight, it was so well-cared for. She had soft, pure hands and nails manicured to a point. Age had not affected her one bit, and she still looked the way she had done nearly 20 years ago. Her large breasts were still upright and hadn't sagged at all. Her figure had maintained its hourglass shape, right through her 30s, with a wide chest, slim waist and wide hips. To top it all off she had a nice, juicy, large, round, just fucking gorgeous ass that made men and women alike drool. She was in a word perfection.
Her job as a school guidance counsellor, didn't keep her busy, so she freely roamed the halls, usually clad in a barely respectable outfit. A Low-cut top, no bra and a heinously short pencil skirt, that no one could resist taking a peek under, when she bent over. It was why she made a habit of dropping things a lot. Her magnetic personality and the fact that she enjoyed teasing people to the point of creaming their pants/panties, made her a well-known and well-loved figure at McKinley.
But there were very few people who ever got to experience the true extent of her very fluid sexuality. Her sex drive, shocking though it seemed, was pretty easily satisfied if she had a really good fuck (preferably with a girl). She didn't mind who it was getting her off as long as they were either:
1) Experienced
2) Hot as all hell
3) Or very, very compliant
And now it seemed as though she'd struck the holy grail. Because Brittany was all three!
She'd heard the rumours. How much of a slut, or whore, or cumbucket (delete 'prostitute' synonym where appropriate) she was, how she was willing to do anything and everything her partner (s) wanted her to do. And of course there was the girl herself.
If she hadn't seen Brittany sucking off her Biology teacher, or getting fingered by the head cheerleader (who by the way wasn't she supposed to be celibate?) she would have thought her a total innocent. She wasn't ever dressed that provocatively (although that Cheerio skirt? Mm-mmm) or that knowledgeable of what it was she was actually doing. Santana had covered a history lesson she was in and she seemed dumber than a sack of hammers, yet here she was, this freckly, pale blonde, supposedly the school sex addict.
That immediately drew Santana's attention, and she began to set a plan in motion to get Brittany into her bed and preferably screaming.
It was simple really. She swiped the CCTV tape of Brittany, bent over a desk while Miss Maskell, the new Math assistant (and also one of the hottest dam fucks Santana had had in a long time) pounded into her with a strapon, and called Brittany to her office.
"You're probably wondering, why you've been called here today, Brittany," she opened, enigmatically.
"Not really," the blonde replied, her vacant expression lending her an innocence Santana knew didn't exist. She really was very sexy in a cheerleader's outfit that made her look like she was in one of those awful porn movies, with the crappy acting and shoddy dialogue [;) Tee hee]
Santana decided not to waste any more time and showed Brittany the tape. Brittany was shocked, by what she saw and suddenly looked very ashamed.
"I know it's difficult getting an A in Math and being the school slut, Brittany, but please don't ever try and cross the two Brittany. Not fucking good behaviour is that, young lady?"
"You can't talk to me like that."
"You bet your ass I can, cause right now I hold both your education and the Math Assistant's job in my hand. So what we're going to do, is go back to my house, and sort you out, like the naughty little hoebag you are, and then maybe you won't defile these classrooms any more.
So there they were, in the car, in silence, heading to what Santana knew would be the best sex of both their lives, and what Brittany thought would be a scarring rape.
Santana, still pretending to be mad, said "So what's your mom gonna say when she finds out you had sex with your Math's Assistant," forcefully.
"She's going to kill me," Brittany was now very upset, like a sulking child. She was hardly an innocent but the thought of her Mom finding out that her sweet innocent daughter was now a sex addict?
"Really Brittany, she needs to know what kind of a little lesbian slut you are! Maybe there's time for her to raise your little sister, a bit differently."
"Do we have to tell her?" Brittany whined
"For God's sake Brittany just shut up. We're going to tell your mother exactly what you've been doing. You've been sleeping around way too much and your only 18. You're going to have to have regular sessions with me from now on."
"Please ma'am can we stop, I think I'm gonna be sick," the blonde pleaded.
"Luckily we're at my house. Come on you little fucktoy." Santana hauled Brittany out of the car and dragged her by the arm into the house. Brittany was only slightly resisting. For all the fact that Santana was scary, Brittany thought that actually this whole thing was such a turn on. Much as she was horrified to admit it, Brittany was wet!
They were now on Santana's bed, Brittany stripped to her under wear, hands tied behind her back with a scarf and another one around her neck. Brittany had never been tied up or choked before. She wasn't sure if she really like it or not and she was definitely as scared as she was turned on by Santana's dominance.
Santana had taken Brittany's phone and was now calling her mother.
"Hello Mrs Pierce? I'm just calling to say that Brittany isn't going to be home for a while, she is required to stay in a detentionary centre due to her over-promiscuity on school grounds. She has been having sexual relations with both staff and students, and needs to be taught a lesson. Basically what I'm trying to say is that your Brittany's a naughty little slut and I'm going to fuck her so hard that from now on she'll only come to me for sex. Okay? Ciao." She hung up, before there was any reply. She then spoke very slowly and quietly and very close to Brittany's face, holding onto the scarf around her neck occasionally tightening it.
"There now your mom knows how much of a creepy, little, slut you are. Now open your mouth. " Brittany was so conflicted. She wanted to cry and knew that she was on the verge of tears, but at the same time her panties were now soaking and pussy juice was running down her inside thigh.
Santana shoved the other end of the scarf into Brittany's mouth, gagging her. "You'll talk when I tell you to." Brittany whimpered in fear and arousal.
"You're gonna be a good little girl for me aren't you?" Brittany nodded assent wanting to keep Santana happy. "Good" Santana purred. She released the gag but the scarf was still around Brittany's throat.
"Since your such a little whore, why don't you show me what you can do with your mouth, why don't you kiss me like you did that Maths teacher huh? Can you do that for me slut?" Brittany nodded again slightly, eyes still brimming with tears.
"You want to kiss me don't you?" the brunette asked, seemingly a genuine request for consent.
"Uh-huh," and Brittany did. She really did. Santana's lips were so close now she could practically taste the lipgloss.
Santana kissed her then, slow and torturous, lips folding over Brittany's while her tongue probed her mouth. They broke apart and kissed again, this time more assuredly and Brittany found herself even more turned on than before. They broke apart again and Brittany whimpered at the loss.
"You're a little nervous aren't you?" Santana asked softly. She wrapped the scarf around Brittany's neck a little tighter and Brittany moaned aloud. "Something tells me you like being choked," she suddenly squeezed Brittany's cheeks together. "Are you a kinky little slut too?" Brittany nodded more emphatically now.
"You like your hands tied up don't you?" Santana's lips ghosted over Brittany's not actually touching, driving her conquest mad with arousal. Santana was now running her hands up and down Brittany's half-naked body, grazing every bump and crevice of her milky flesh.
"You still nervous? I bet it probably excites you doesn't it. Is this exciting you slut?"
In answer Brittany could only moan, a sound that rang in Santana's ears and made her momentarily forget herself. She recovered quickly though. If there was one thing Santana knew how to do it was dominance. She stroked her fingers down Brittany's face, sweeping her hair back. She would occasionally move her face closer to Brittany's, as if she was about to kiss her, before sharply moving away. She smirked to herself as her little plaything's face lit up only to be cruelly teased over and over again.
"Please ma'am," Brittany pleaded quietly.
"Please what, my little sex toy, what do you want. You want me to leave? Leave you here tied up and horny. That would be the sort of punishment you deserve wouldn't it." Brittany shook her head vehemently, her wide eyes looking deeply into Santana's.
"No ma'am, please, I'll be such a good girl, I want you so bad."
Santana slid her hand over Brittany's upper body, lightly touching on her clothed breasts (which Santana was using all her powers of self-restraint not to release and knead and suck and squeeze and play with until Brittany was writhing on the bed) and rubbing her flat stomach. Her hand came to rest at the top of the small 'V' of hair that pointed her towards her ultimate prize.
"I know you'll be a good girl, Brittany, but you haven't told me what it is you want." Finally Santana pressed her lip to Brittany's needy ones again, but it was over as quickly as it had begun. Santana was now burying her face in the high school senior's neck, giving the occasional, kiss suck or nip.
"What. Do. You. Want?" Brittany knew what Santana wanted her to say.
"Please… Fuck me," she whispered. The second she'd said that Santana moved her black lacy thong aside and drove her fingers into Brittany's pussy, causing the younger woman to cry out, already close to orgasm. Brittany had been frightened at first, but now the only thing she was afraid of was thought she wouldn't be allowed to come.
Santana of course, being the experienced woman, knew exactly what was running through Brittany's head. So she began to toy with her:
She drew her fingers out and sucked the cum of one of them. "Open up whore, taste yourself." Santana had to admit the girl tasted better than most, but she couldn't afford to take her foot off the gas. She plunged her fingers back into Brittany's heat, stretching her to almost a full fist.
"This is what you've been waiting for isn't it you little slut? You've been fucking your way through the school, spreading your legs for whatever comes your away until you find someone to make you scream." And Brittany did. Loudly.
"I could've saved you a whole lot of time. You should've come to me first, but you didn't."
All the time Santana's fingers continued to pump in and out of Brittany's increasingly sodden vagina, while her thumb was firmly pressed on her clit. It was surprising that her tiny little panties hadn't dissolved since it was being soaked repeatedly by Brittany's juice. Then all of a sudden Santana withdrew her fingers.
"For that you need to be punished. You're not allowed to come until I say so, until you've proven yourself worthy. Am I understood, slut?"
"Yes ma'am," Brittany whined, disappointed that she would have to wait for her orgasm.
"Don't look so sad, slut, I want to feel you smile while you lick my pussy," Santana released Brittany from her bonds, and took of her sweater and skirt. She hadn't bothered with underwear, a fact which turned Brittany on even more at discovery.
Santana scooted up the bed and spread her legs in the air, showing off her long, tanned limbs, beautifully pedicured feet, leading into a neatly trimmed twat that glistened with wetness.
Although it was Brittany pleasuring her now, Santana was loathe to give up control, catching Brittany in a searing kiss, before wrenching her head back by the ponytail.
"You make me come, you little sex animal, or kick you out of my house naked and horny, you got that?"
Brittany nodded and Santana gave a half smile before forcefully shoving Brittany's face between her legs, before locking them around her head, so she couldn't escape.
Brittany didn't mind though. Oral wasn't exactly a speciality of hers, (mainly because she was so good at everything else) but she'd licked more girls than she had ice cream. And Brittany loved ice cream.
"Oh God! You're good at this aren't you, you horny little slutbag!" Santana cried out. Brittany grinned that she could make the dominant one come undone so easily.
Her tongue was lightly feathering the folds of Santana's pussy, while she sucked hard and soft repeatedly on her clit. Her fingers rammed in and out of Santana's snatch, like a piston, scissoring, stretching out the older woman's pussy. There was no time to be gentle.
Santana's hand came to her breast and played with the nipple while she closed her eyes and reveled in the sheer unbridled pleasure the girl was bringing her. Boy could she pick 'em.
Brittany's fingers felt like heaven. She alternated between scissoring them and curling them, brushing occasionally against her mistress' g-spot. Santana was still the dominant one in this encounter. Her legs were still clenching around Brittany's head, almost as hard as her pussy walls were clamping around her fingers.
But Santana could only have dreamed of what happened next. If she hadn't just had visual and textural confirmation to the contrary, she would've thought Brittany had some major balls, to have the audacity to do what she did next.
She currently had three fingers stuffed into Santana's cunt. She withdrew, one and, coated in a thick seal of Santana's juice acting as lube, slipped it neatly into Santana's asshole.
Santana had broken some girls to the point where all they wanted to do was make her cum and then get the hell out of there. But no one had tried this. Santana had had… certain objects in her asshole before, but to have this, this teenager, finger her to high heaven, completely out of the blue, blew Santana's mind… and pussy.
She exploded with a great scream of pleasure.
"BRITANYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! Oh my- oh my god, you little fucking goddess, you. You finger me so well, that's it, right there. You are a good girl aren't you, you slut. That's it finger my tight little ass. Your so good with your mouth as well, Oh my GOD!"
Santana was squirting now, cum spurting from her twat like it was a freakin' fire hydrant. Her orgasm was long and harder than she'd had in a long time. But she had not time to dwell on this. She had to reassert control. She reached underneath her pillow and grabbed her 'friend.' It was a large pink vibrator, which cost more in batteries than the rest of her electric bill. It was the reason Santana didn't need sex all the time. Now she looked at it and then to Brittany, with a sly, seductive expression on her face.
"What to do, what to do? (Gasp) I know!"
She pounced like the cougar she was on her conquest and kissed her hard, a sloppy mess of tongues, teeth and lips, saliva sliding between the two women, while Brittany ground her soaking pussy on Santana's leg, like a bitch in heat.
"Uh, uh, ah-ah. You don't get to come until I say you can. You haven't cum yet have you. I bet your desperate for my tongue, or my fingers, maybe. Would you like me to get you off, fingering your clitty till you explode all over me, you horny slut?"
Brittany was a mess. She was aroused beyond belief, her hair was a tousled mess, her face and tits were smeared with Santana's cum and glistened in the low light. Her thighs were drenched in her own cum and she was writhing like a fish out of water, desperate for release. She couldn't answer as her gaze was fixed on the sex toy Santana was holding.
"Oh, you want my little friend? I guess you have been a very good girl after all. One problem though. He's not really that up for it. I think you should try and convince him," she moved the toy to Brittany's lips, prising them open. The dick passed into Brittany's hot mouth, and Santana, not wanting to be gentle, rammed the long cock down the blonde's throat, making her gag on it desperately. Only when the tears that had formed in the young girl's eyes began to run down her face, did Santana remove the toy.
"Oh poor baby, you crying cause you can't take a dick? Maybe you're not as much of a slut as I thought. You can't even give a good blowjob. But then again I guess I've been hard on you. So here's your reward."
Santana then kissed Brittany, surprisingly softly for the way she had dominated her in the last few minutes. As she did she took the dildo and slid it into Brittany's tight pussy, making her moan into the kiss.
"Oh yeah, you're happy now aren't you slut? You like this, how I'm fucking you? What if I did this?" She began to rub Brittany's clit with the fingers of her other hand.
"Oh God Fuck!" Brittany let out a great cry, not able to take it anymore.
"You like this, you want it harder slut?"
"Yes please I want it harder, Fuck me harder I need to come! I'm so wet, so fuckin' horny for you, please fuck me, I'll be your horny little fucktoy for fucking ever if you let me come now. Please!"
"Tell me what you are and I'll let you cum. Come on Brittany tell me what you are."
"I'm a slut. I'm a slutty, sluttish slut. I'm a fucking horny, cocksucking, take it in every hole, SLUT!"
On the final word Santana gave Brittany one more hard ram with the dildo, tipping Brittany over the edge. She came hard. She let out a scream as her walls clamped hard around the toy and she squirted her cum all over Santana's sheets.
When she came down from her high, she flashed Santana a drowsy smile. Santana kissed her briefly before pushing her down onto her back, the dildo lodged firmly into her cunt. Santana sat back, while she pulled her clothes back on, staring at the sight before her. Brittany had drying cum glistening on her boobs and face, her makeup was smudged with cum and tears, while the sheets she lay on were stained with you guessed it cum
"You get some rest, I'll be back in a while. When I come back, I'm going to show you what else happens to naughty slutty cumbuckets like you. I might call in a few friends to help me."
With that Santana took another dildo from her bedside drawer and pushed into Brittany's asshole. She didn't even react to it since she was so passed out from her orgasm. Santana then left locking her bedroom from the outside before heading out to the local drugstore for a box of condoms. Extra large. She had a lot of calls to make.
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