Trans School: Colleague Worship

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Trans School: Colleague Worship

Summary: Jasmine begins her service as the Bottom Slut for all her fellow teachers.

Note 1: Thanks to Tex Beethoven for rejuvenating this old story and illustrating all the parts. Also thanks to Shuj and OhDAve1 for editing.

Note 2: This is the third part of a planned marathon series about my adventures at Chateau Johnson School for Girls in southern California.

Note 3: Please note that this story was originally written with illustrations but new Literotica policies have made that no longer possible. Please feel free to send me a message for the illustrated version of the story.

So, instead, I will describe the pictures that were originally going to be there.

In part 1, A TEACHER SEDUCED, I relocate from Canada to teach at a private school in extremely rural southern California, where I gradually unravel a secret… that the students are all trans. The cat is finally let out of the bag when I’m seduced by the virtually all-powerful trans Headmistress, then learn that as a result, I’ve just become the Bottom Slut to all my fellow teachers when I’m used by their former Bottom Slut. I then have a romantic-ish encounter with Amanda (the Headmistress’s (very) personal secretary) Amanda, (where I get to do the fucking for a change, because she’s even more submissive than I am), and Chapter 1 ends with my submitting to Nicole, the school’s most dominant student.

In part 2, COCK WORSHIPPING, I am initiated by the senior trans students in a marathon suck and fuck session that lasts all day.

Now, after a brief recovery and nap… my marathon Sex Sunday continues….

Trans School: Colleague Worship

I only managed to get perhaps an hour of sleep, but it was the most rejuvenating nap of my life, since my marathon fuck session had completely usurped all the energy from my body, which allowed me to sleep very soundly.

I was awakened by someone banging on my door.

Naked, I got out of bed, realizing my robe was still in Nicole’s room in a different building, and I wiped the sleep from my eyes.

I shuffled to the door yawning, and opened it.

Penelope swept in like a whirlwind and announced gleefully, “All restrictions have now been lifted from you, meaning you’re fair game for all of us to play with, so you’re officially now open for business as the faculty’s Bottom Slut.” She was dressed in an uber-sexy outfit, and it sure didn’t hide much.

PIC 1: A stark naked view of my backside while I chat with Penelope who is dressed (albeit rather see through) in blue stockings.

“I know! Alexis told me about the petition she’d approved for ‘monopolising my services in the Teachers Lounge’ this evening, and I can’t wait to get started! I said excitedly.

“Well, I’m happy you’re happy,” she said, and she pulled something out of the bag she’d brought along with her and showed it to me. “What do you think?” she asked.

“Well, today I’ve been much more of a cock slut,” I joked, as I examined a leather collar with the words ‘Pussy Slut’ on it, “but I’m guessing that for this evening, this will be quite accurate.”

“Oh, it definitely will be,” Penelope assured me, as she fastened it around my neck.

PIC 2: A close-up picture of me wearing a PUSSY SLUT collar.

“I can’t wait,” I repeated. The idea of my being the centerpiece of a lesbian orgy was very exciting, and I’d fantasized about and written about it many times.

“We’re going to make all your fictional fantasies become actual experiences,” she promised.

“I have a lot of them,” I joked.

“Well, we may not make them all happen today,” she laughed, “but I’m sure we’ll be able to check off quite a few items on your… in your stories you call it a fuck-it list, don’t you?”

“I sure do,” I confirmed.

“Let’s start right now by warming up that tongue,” she suggested, and she stripped off her dress, went and sat on the edge of my bed then lay back on it, and spread her legs wide.

“You sure do look inviting right now,” I said as I went over and knelt between her legs. “And I didn’t have any dessert with my supper,” I added, just before I leaned forward and began licking her pussy.

“Then dine away,” she said.

PIC 3: A delicious pic of me on my knees between the now naked except thigh high stockings Penelope who is laying on the bed rubbing her clit.

I licked her for a few minutes and got her off, then eagerly lapped up her pussy cum.

Once her orgasm was finished, she got up and returned to near my door, picked up and handed me the bag and said, “Put this stuff on. It’s time to slut you up.”

“Can do,” I said, taking the bag, as I licked my lips to savour some more of her wetness from them… and looked inside it, curious to know what was in there to go with the collar.

I pulled out the clothing, and it wasn’t much of an outfit. bursa escort bayan Only a white halter top and an incredibly white short skirt… neither of them concealing much of my assets… and of course matching white thigh high stockings.

Once I was dressed except for the nylons, I asked, “It’s all white. What is it, my bridal attire?”

“Close,” she hinted, “it’s symbolic.”

“Symbolic?”

“Yes. Tonight you’re our virgin,” she explained.

“Trust me…” I smirked, “…I’m no virgin.”

She laughed, “Then how about tonight’s your initiation into a year or more of submissive servitude to the rest of the faculty.”

“Okay,” I nodded, as I rolled the nylons on. “Fair enough.” I then stood up, ready to go.

PIC 4: Me dressed for the party in all white but with little left for the imagination.

Penelope then took my hand and led me out of my room, down a hallway, and through a secured door I hadn’t been through before. To my surprise, there was an elevator behind the door, which then took us up to the Teachers Lounge. I hadn’t even known it existed until Alexis had mentioned it in passing a couple hours ago.

As Penelope led me out of the elevator, I couldn’t help laughing out loud at a prominent sign that said: Remember : No Respectable Clothing is Allowed Beyond This Point!

PIC 5: Penelope leading me to the trans orgy for me.

She led me onto the rooftop, which was absolutely amazing. She then led me over to a seating area around a fire pit, where Ms. Angela was obviously waiting for us. The last time I’d met her was on the day when all the Freshmen… and I… had been officially initiated into the Chateau Johnson Sisterhood. I’d learned later on that when we’d spoken, she’d had Nicole’s cum all over her face (I’d been oblivious to an extraordinary number of clues about what really went on around here back then!) Today she wasn’t wearing any cum, but she was wearing a very sexy dress that didn’t cover all that much, and was pretty much see-thru, like my so-called apparel was.

Ms. Angela smiled warmly as she said, “Jasmine, the last time we spoke, I said something like, ‘If you only knew half of what went on around here.”

“I recall that,” I nodded.

“You’re now about to experience some of that other half.”

“I’m really looking forward to it!”

PIC 6: Me chatting with Ms. Angela and others.

I added, “You probably know I’ve already spent a long day having sex with an endless parade of our seniors, which I believe lies within the half of which you speak.”

“That is indeed one half,” Ms. Angela agreed, “and now you’ll experience some of the other half.”

“I’m looking forward to performing as… as Penelope has consistently reminded me… the faculty’s Bottom Slut,” I said, communicating my acceptance and my submissiveness to her.

“Good,” she said.

“So how I may serve you?” I asked.

“For a start, whenever we’re off duty, you shall address me properly…” she said, pausing briefly before finishing with, “…as your Mistress.”

Jumping right into the part, I replied humbly, “I do beg your pardon for my insolence, Mistress Angela. And again, how may I serve you?”

For years I’d been writing erotica, and many of my stories were about submissives learning how to… well… to submit! And for almost as many years, I’d been envying all those fictional girls and women I’d created. So as exhausting as today had been for me so far, I’d had the best time of my life, and I couldn’t wait for more!

She turned to Penelope and said, “I understand you’re no longer our Bottom Slut, so I can’t order you around anymore, but how would you like to go grab one of our strap-ons and fuck our slut’s ass with it? I’m kind of in the mood just to watch for now.”

“You’re right, you can’t order me around anymore,” Penelope replied cheerily. “But I’m more than willing to follow that wicked suggestion!”

“I thought you’d be, “Angela said, as she grabbed the lube that was conveniently sitting on a table. Which made me wonder if lube was always available on that table. “Bend over, Jasmine.”

“Yes, Mistress Angela,” I agreed, and she pointed to a long couch, where I got on all fours and offered up my back end to her.

Angela poured some lube between my ass cheeks and rubbed it around my asshole. “I see your asshole has already taken some dick today.”

“Yes, a few times,” I said, “including Headmistress Alexis’s massive monster.”

“Well, that should certainly have prepped you for this next one,” Angela said as she slid a finger into my asshole and gaped me. I glanced back and saw Penelope had discarded her dress and replaced it with a new accessory… an absolutely massive cock!

“I’ll take cocks of any size in any of my holes, Mistress,” I replied submissively, enjoying her finger exploring and stretching my ass.

“You’re the perfect addition to the faculty,” Ms. Angela bursa escort sitesi said as she wiggled her finger around in my ass. “I’ll have to commend Headmistress Alexis for hiring you.”

I wasn’t sure what to say to that, so I just allowed her to continue gaping my asshole.

“I think she’s ready now,” Ms. Angela said a while later, pulling her finger out of me.

“I’ve been looking forward to doing this ever since you were hired, Jasmine,” Penelope said, stepping behind me.

“Well, I’m your bottom bitch now, so be my guest,” I invited, looking back at her.

“Oh, I definitely will,” she assured me, and she slid her dick into my ass, my sad excuse for a skirt not remotely interfering with her penetration.

PIC 7: Penelope fucks my ass as Ms. Angela watches.

“Oh yes, fuck my asshole,” I moaned, and a growing audience joined us to watch me being sodomized and initiated as their Bottom Slut.

“Yeah, give her that cock!” Angela sang out.

“I had to wait for a new slut for years,” Penelope said.

“Don’t pretend you didn’t love being the bottom bitch,” Angela scolded.

“I didn’t certainly hate it,” Penelope responded playfully as she began fucking me hard.

“I’ll never hate it either,” I assured everyone with a moan, while she really reamed my asshole.

“I know you won’t,” Ms. Angela agreed.

“Oh, yes! Harder! Hammer my asshole! Show my colleagues what a nasty slut I am!” I moaned, getting a massive rush of adrenaline from having an audience.

Angela… sorry, Mistress Angela must have had a change of heart, since she said, “Shit! I think I do need some personal attention after listening to this slut’s nasty mouth.”

She stripped off her dress and sat down, and Penelope pulled out of me.

“Come over here, my slut,” Angela ordered.

As I was about to obey her, the slender, gorgeous and black Darya sauntered over and said, “I see that the slut initiation has begun.”

“We certainly have,” Penelope said.

Darya taught sophomores, so I didn’t know her very well at all yet, but she was fucking hot, and I definitely hoped to give her some personal service before the evening’s festivities were over.

I gave her a brief smile, before I got down on the floor, crawled over to Ms. Angela while she spread her legs invitingly, and I buried my face in her pussy.

“Oh yes, you’re just as submissive as the characters you write about,” Mistress Angela said with a soft moan, as I parted her wet pussy lips.

“She writes what she knows,” Penelope explained.

“Does she have a kink for black pussy, like so many of her characters do?” Darya asked bluntly.

“Do you, cunt muncher?” Ms. Angela asked, reaching her hand under my chin and pulling my face up and away from her pussy.

“I’d be lying if I told you I didn’t have a massive interracial fetish,” I replied, turning my head to admire the black beauty again, and I added just as bluntly as she’d been, “especially for beautiful black women such as yourself.”

“Then we’ll make sure to make that fantasy come true,” Angela assured me before she pulled my head back to her pussy and wrapped her pink nylons around my head.

PIC 8: I’m back on my favourite position on my knees eating Ms. Angela’s pussy while others watch.

“Are you going to resume fucking her ass, or what?” Ms. Angela asked Penelope, as I lapped away at her peach.

“Yes please, pound my ass some more,” I chimed in, still licking.

“Why am I not fucking you?” Penelope asked, as I felt her hands on my hips and her cock back inside my asshole.

“Oooooooh,” I moaned. I was licking a delicious pussy, while simultaneously getting my back door pounded. Life is good!

“Don’t stop,” Mistress Angela moaned, and I could tell her orgasm was rising.

“Not until you come on my face,” I promised, shifting my attention from between her pussy lips to her swollen clit.

“Oh, fuck yes, suck on my clit!” she moaned, grabbing the back of my head and pressing my face roughly against her wetness.

I maintained my focus on her clit, tugging it between my lips while also using my tongue, while my face was still getting pressed roughly against Mistress Angela’s pussy… AND… Penelope continued giving me deep, hard back shots!

“Oh, yes! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! fuuuuuuck!!” Angela screamed, and simultaneously an incredible amount of wetness coated my face!

I lapped up her sweet-tasting cum even while Penelope didn’t slow down her assault on my asshole one little bit!

Angela then let go of my head, pushed me back a bit so she could stand up, and said, “You haven’t seen the last of me, bitch.”

“I certainly hope not, Mistress Angela,” I replied sincerely, and Penelope finally pulled out of me.

“I didn’t realize how much work the giver has to do,” Penelope joked, gasping for air while she pulled me up to my feet.

“That’s the truth, but both giving and receiving are lots of fun,” I assured her. Meanwhile, I was feeling gentle breezes investigating my well-gaped asshole, which I wasn’t at all accustomed to.

Penelope said, surprisingly sweetly, “You and I are going to have lots of fun together for a long time.”

“I sure hope so,” I agreed.

“But for now, I’d better let some of the other teachers take their turns with you,” she added. “There are a lot of eyes on you, you know.”

I looked around and saw more than a few pairs of eyes focused on me.

She then kissed me. Then as soon as she broke our kiss, she said, “This is just the beginning of our fun times together.”

“It’d better be,” I agreed.

“My turn,” Darya stepped in and said. She then came over to me, took my hand, and led me to another section of the lounge. She pushed me against a glass wall, pressed her hand against my pussy through my flimsy skirt, and kissed me passionately. I kissed her back, and for a couple minutes while our tongues explored each other’s, she finger banged me with two fingers.

PIC 9: Darya kisses me as her hand goes to my fevered pussy.

When she broke the kiss and I was moaning from her fingers fucking me so good, she asked, “Ever had chocolate pie?”

“Only in my stories and fantasies,” I answered, my pussy burning and my mouth watering at the idea of eating this beautiful black woman and checking off another goal on my fuck-it list.

“Want to make that fantasy a reality?” she asked, still rubbing my clit while she continued finger fucking me furiously.

“Actually, what I really want to do is whatever you want me to,” I answered frankly, in full submissive mode, and with a long moan.

“Lie down on the tiles,” she ordered, pulling her wet fingers out of me before I could come on them.

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied, hurriedly starting to obey, even though my knees were a bit weak.

“No, wait,” she said, and I froze just before I began bending down.

“Remove your skirt,” she ordered.

“Yes, Mistress,” I agreed, and I quickly discarded my barely-a-skirt and lay down on the tiled deck, while Darya watched me, saying, “So eager.”

“She may be secretly Korean,” the very pretty Myeong said from out of nowhere.

“Pardon?” I asked, hearing her words, but not understanding what she meant. She was standing nearby wearing a mostly red kimono that was wide open, with matching red nylons.

“You are so submissive, just like Korean woman,” she explained as she gazed down at me.

“Ah, I see,” I nodded. “The stereotype.”

“Most stereotypes have much truth to them,” the pretty woman smiled.

“Myeong will eat anybody’s pussy without hesitation, just from a snap of someone’s fingers, a quick text, or a direct order,” Darya explained as she straddled my waist, which I thought was odd.

“If that’s the standard, then maybe I am part Korean,” I responded with a playful smile.

“Place your arms above your head,” she ordered.

I obeyed.

“Hurry up, I want my turn,” someone said from behind me.

Darya looked up and snapped, “Wait your fucking turn,” which shut up whoever it was. I wanted to look and see, but I didn’t.

PIC 10: Darya is naked except pink stockings on her black body straddling me while Myeong in all red watches.

Bringing her attention back to me, she asked, “Now tell me what you want for a change, and I don’t want to hear whatever I want.”

“If it’s up to me Mistress, I want to suck on your tits, I want to eat your pussy, and I want to make you cum,” I answered, not holding back.

“Good answer,” she said before leaning towards me and moving her hands to my arms.

I spent the next couple minutes going back and forth between her two firm tits and her hard nipples, wishing I could cup them too… but I focused on what I could control.

“Yeah! Suck my nipples, my pretty white slut,” Darya moaned. Her nipples must have been quite sensitive, judging by the sensual sounds escaping her lips.

“Mmmmmmmm,” I responded, hoping to with that hum: 1) I was obeying her every whim, 2) I liked being called a white slut, but also 3) I didn’t want to stop sucking on her nipple. I’m not sure she got all of that, but I’d tried!

She then said, bringing her pussy to my mouth, “It’s time for a chocolate snack.”

“I always crave chocolate,” I said happily, as she lowered her wet, glistening pussy lips onto my face.

“Whenever I’m around, you’ll be getting all the chocolate you want,” she promised, as I began licking her.

“Mmmmmmm,” I responded again, this time both in response to her words and to her delicious taste.

“Although you might get addicted,” she moaned. I felt her hand on the back of my head pulling it up until my mouth was right against her pussy.

“I think she is already addicted to all our pussies,” Myeong pointed out, clearly still watching while I serviced Darya.

“Well, around here, she’ll certainly get enough of it,” Darya assured her, while she slowly ground her snatch against my face, and I eagerly kept licking her delicious pussy.

Then for a few minutes I licked her pussy as best as I could, while she rode my face… getting more and more aggressive the longer her face riding continued.