UCLA to Big D Ch. 10

The video showed me hurriedly removing them from my left hand and giving them to her as I begged the black stud to fuck me again. Nate then proceeded to give me the best fuck of the night. He took me from behind and brought me to the edge of climax several times before I begged and pleaded with him to make me cum. He finally granted my wish and I exploded in a wild moaning orgasm.

Jenna and Gina gasped and looked over to see whether Monica was currently wearing her rings. She was.

The three of them also noticed that the porn movie on Paul's playroom screens had switched to a scene of three girlfriends entering a snowy mountain cabin for a weekend of relaxation away from their husbands.

Monica went back to telling the story...At that point Roger finally stopped the video and said, "You had quite a night Monica! While you were in the throes of one of your countless orgasms, we took your phone from your purse and downloaded all your contacts. I have to commend you for doing such a good job of identifying how you know everyone in your contact list. I guess it's your nature as a school teacher to be organized, but it sure made our job much easier."

I looked at him confusingly.

"As we created the email with the video that you just watched attached, it made it so much easier to know who to send it to. Your husband, in-laws, parents, brothers and sisters, nieces and nephews, your husband's co-workers, your pastor, the principal and faculty at your school, and many of your friends are going to get quite a shock when it lands in their inbox this morning!" Roger stated-matter-of-factly.

"You sent that out to all of those people...my husband...oh my God!" I screamed.

"We haven't sent it yet, but it is queued up and ready to go at my command!"

"Oh thank God...please don't send it out, I beg you. I'll do anything. Why are you doing this to me?" I pleaded.

He told me that his firm represented some very influential and powerful alumni and they were hired to ensure that a certain individual commit to go to USC and play football!

I asked what that had to do with me and being drugged into a night of sex and blackmail.

"Because you are this student's math teacher and it is imperative that he gets an 'A' in your class!" He responded.

"You did all this to ensure that I give one kid an 'A' in my class? Who is it...?" But before I could finish the sentence I knew..."Its Hank Johnson Jr. isn't it?"

Jenna gasped loudly. Monica had told them earlier that she was Hank Jr's. math teacher at LB Poly. Jenna was well aware of Hank Jr's football prowess; she'd met him back 10 years previously when he was a ball boy at UCLA practices. Her husband Ryan followed Hank's high school career very closely due to his relationship with his dad. Hank Johnson Sr. had been Ryan's quarterback coach at UCLA.

Roger continued, "On top of being a hot piece of ass Ms. O'Neil, you are a perceptive woman. You see, he is the number one quarterback recruit in the country and the people I work for want to make sure he chooses USC! He has been told by our people that if he commits to SC, he will be guaranteed the grades he needs for admission and 'other perks'! Your fellow teachers have been 'encouraged financially' to go along with the plan and have all accepted our 'proposal'."

"So you want me to guarantee him an 'A' in my class or you will send that email to my family, friends, and employer?" I asked incredulously.

"Actually Ms. O'Neil, there is a bit more to it than that, we have pulled strings to guarantee that you will be his math teacher for summer school and the fall semester as well. You will be expected to provide him with 'A' grades in all of those classes."

"Is that what you meant before when you said 'other perks'? Why didn't you just offer me the financial package?" I asked.

"In doing our research on you Ms. O'Neil, we learned that you contain a certain moral makeup that your fellow teachers do not. We were concerned that you might not accept the 'financial package', but more importantly Monica you possess a certain 'skill set' that the other teachers do not that will help us accomplish the 'other perks' component of our agreement with Mr. Johnson's representatives."

Roger went on, "You see it is not by accident that you landed the job teaching 11th and 12th grade math at Long Beach Poly. We did an exhaustive search looking for the right candidate to take on the job. When we heard about you, we felt like our prayers had been answered."

"Huh?"

"You see Ms. O'Neil you were young, gorgeous, possessed a smoking body, credentialed, and actually looking for a job! Monica, the 'other perks' you will be expected to provide will be sexual in nature. You will become Mr. Johnson's personal 'tutor'. However Ms. O'Neil, since his grades will already be guaranteed, your tutoring sessions will actually be sex sessions. You will be his personal fuck toy until the end of the fall semester in December when athletes declare where they will go to school the following year!"

Jenna and Gina both stared at Monica in amazement at the lengths to which these people would go to accomplish their objective. Monica took a drink from her champagne while the other two girls looked up at the porn film playing in Paul's playroom. The three girlfriends had changed into bikinis and were going for a dip in the hot tub on the snow covered deck of their cabin.

Monica went back to telling her story...You can imagine I was devastated and humiliated. I was being blackmailed to whore myself to one of my students...

Roger then told me that I had been the perfect candidate for the job, but there was one more box that needed to be checked before validating my qualifications...was I a good fuck?

My performance the previous night answered that question with flying colors! So much so, that they had sent the video to the Johnson representatives and they shared it with Hank Jr. that morning. It was his 18th birthday...what a gift it was for him to see his teacher having wild three-way sex.

"You sent him that video, oh my God!" I cried to Roger.

"Upon seeing you getting thoroughly fucked by a black dude and learning that you would be his sex toy for the next 8 months he said enthusiastically, "I don't know how any school is going to top USC's offer. When do I get to fuck her the first time?"

"...Oh to be an 18-year-old stud athlete Ms. O'Neil. Hank Jr. stayed back a year in school and it is paying huge dividends as everyone is vying for his commitment. The world is his oyster and you will be his pearl Monica!" Roger laughed. "It seems kind of unfair that we cater to someone his age. I can't imagine there is much more a confident kid his age would want than to have complete sexual control over one of his gorgeous teachers!"

I sat with my mouth agape as he went on, "That brings us to what will be required of you Ms. O'Neil. Every Thursday from 4:30 p.m. until 8:30 p.m. and every Sunday from noon until 5:00 p.m. you will report to a local hotel for 'tutoring'."

"We aligned these rendezvous with your calendar; as you might have already noticed those are both days and times when your husband's team has its matches. You will tell him you decided to take the tutoring job to earn some extra cash while he was working anyway. When your husband's team is away on road matches, Hank will be notified and if he desires to enjoy your sweet 'offerings' longer, he will be awarded that choice without question. If your husband's team is on an overnight trip, Mr. Johnson will have you for his pleasure all night long. The room will be pre-paid and you will be provided with a master key that will give you access anytime. Mr. Johnson will be given $100 to pay you for your 'services' each session."

Roger said, "You will be prompt and enthusiastic at every single rendezvous. You will never tell him 'no' regardless of what he makes you do! He will make all the rules and you will be there solely for his pleasure. Whatever other demands he makes including, lingerie, sex toys, sex aids, bondage, lubricants, etc. will all be provided and you will be expected to embrace them enthusiastically. Last night Nate slipped you a birth control pill, but if you aren't already on the pill, I would suggest getting a prescription right away. Mr. Johnson told us through his people that "he ain't wearing no condoms and plans to plant his seed in all of Ms. O'Neil's holes!"

I looked at him incredulously.

"He has been carefully instructed to not leave any marks or bites on your body as to not alert your husband to your activities. It would be a shame if your husband were to find out about what you have been up to by witnessing a black baby exit your body in 9 months, so get your birth control situation in order!" Roger warned. "We also understand Mr. Johnson was quite aroused at your enthusiasm in fucking Ms. McCoy here. He has requested that we provide additional female participation in some of your upcoming sex sessions. He has identified a particular blonde cheerleader from your school who we understand is, along with Mr. Johnson, a student of yours in your 5th period class. Her name is Jenny Welch. My people tell me she is quite popular and very attractive."

My mouth dropped as Roger spoke.

"We have 'encouraged' her to participate whenever Mr. Johnson requests her presence."

When I got over my shock I asked how they were going to accomplish that.

"It seems we located a video of her and one of her teammates 'experimenting' at cheerleading camp last summer. The video shows her in the throes of climax with her cheer uniform still on and her girlfriend's head under her skirt. When threatened with exposure of the video to her strict parents, boyfriend, and cheer coach, which she knew would have resulted in dismissal from the team and non-participation in graduation ceremonies, Miss Welch agreed to do anything to keep it from being made public."

I stared at him in disbelief.

"She doesn't know it yet, but her 'anything' will be to be an active participant in some of your sexual rendezvous with Mr. Johnson Jr. And while pretty Jenny is graduating in a couple of months, she is attending college locally so she will remain available to Mr. Johnson until her 'agreement' is fulfilled next December. We'll capture some video of her engaging in kinky sex with you and Mr. Johnson soon and ensure her enthusiastic participation until the end of the calendar year."

I thought to myself that these people were bastards. Jenny is a bubbly, beautiful girl who is wildly popular and captain of the cheer team. She and her sweet boyfriend, Luke Snyder, had just been recently crowned king and queen of their class at the Senior Prom. The two of them turned 18 in the spring and have been dating since their sophomore year. They are both attending UCLA together in the fall. I had even heard talk about a possible engagement at graduation.

"Just think Ms. O'Neil, as the adult in the room, you'll be getting a chance to 'teach' two of your students some valuable life lessons for the next several months!" Roger said jokingly. "That said, I've been told that young Mr. Johnson Jr. is quite well endowed, so I suspect he'll be 'teaching' you and Miss Welch a thing or two just as young Nate did last night!" Roger finished with a laugh.

I looked over at Nate and he smiled and grabbed his crotch.

"Do we have a deal Ms. O'Neil?" Roger asked.

I was crying as I said to him, "I don't see that I have much of a choice..."

"Great, I will let the Johnson group know. You will receive rendezvous instructions before the end of the school day on Thursday. Dana, can you please retrieve Ms. O'Neil's rings."

He then looked me in the eye very seriously and said, "Monica, you better fulfill this assignment with absolute perfection or your life will be a living hell, do you understand me?"

I told him I understood completely.

They flew me back to LAX on their private jet. I got back home about 5:30 p.m. on Sunday and told my husband that our flight had been delayed. He was so happy to see me and said he wanted to hear all about the trip. I told him it was fun and that we mostly drank and danced.

He was really horny and suggested we go to bed early and have some fun. I told him "yes" but that I hadn't slept much and was pretty tired. I then lied and told him that all the girls had made a pact to shave their pussies in honor of the bride's husband's request that she be shorn for their wedding night. We had sex that night and he loved eating my shaved pussy. I did my best to fake my way through it, but my pussy was very sore and stretched from my long night with Nate.

The following day between 2nd and 3rd periods, Hank Johnson Jr. came into my class while no one else was around. He locked the door behind him as he entered the room. He looked me up and down and smiled. He said, "It sounds like we are going to get to know each other much better Ms. O'Neil. I'm going to call you slut from now on!"

It was humiliating to have one of my students talk to me like that.

"Based on what I saw on that video, you are quite the slut for black cock; I can assure you Monica, you won't be disappointed this Thursday! He quickly unbuttoned his pants and reached inside his boxers and pulled out his huge limp cock. My jaw dropped when I saw it hanging in its flaccid state. He laughed and said, "I'm sure you'd like to suck it right now, but you are going to have to wait till Thursday to enjoy it in its rigid glory slut!"

I stared at it.

"I'm going to arrive at 4:30 p.m. sharp. When I walk into the room, I want you naked except for red high heels, thigh-high white stockings, those sexy red librarian glasses you wear and bright red lipstick. Have your hair pulled up. Be down on all fours on the bed with your hungry ass raised up and facing the door. You will address me as Black Master and you'll be wiggling that tight little butt as you look over your shoulder at me! Is that clear slut?" He said authoritatively.

I nodded as I stared at his big cock and spoke absently, "...yes Black Master."

He got a big smile on his face and held his dick in his hand before shoving it back in his pants. He walked up close to me and said confidently, "I'd tell you that you now know what to look forward to on Thursday, but you haven't seen it hard yet. You have that to fantasize about until then!" He turned and walked out the door.

I was shaking as he departed my classroom.

When I got home that night I told my husband about my decision to take on the tutoring job for Hank Johnson Jr. He was very happy to learn that I would be bringing home an extra $800 per month.

My husband who is an avid booster and active alumni at USC said, "I just saw an article on that kid in the LA Times yesterday that compared him to Cam Newton. They say he runs like a deer and has a gun for an arm. His dad coaches quarterbacks in the pros and word is the kid's got it all. The article showed a picture of him without his shirt; he is built like a stud for 18. He's a good looking kid also. He sure would look good in a Trojan uniform. Some guys just have all the luck...he's probably hung like a horse too!" He said with a laugh.

I thought to myself, "You have no idea honey...he's going to be fucking your wife with that Trojan Horse cock come Thursday..." But the topic was obviously making me very uncomfortable, so I said, "Can we stop talking about him like this, he is after all one of my students."

My husband wouldn't let it go, "They say every big school in the country is trying to recruit him. I hope my fellow wealthy alumni are doing everything they can to get that kid to commit to becoming a Trojan! They should give him anything he wants!"

"Oh don't worry they are." I thought sadly to myself.

The rest of the week in class, when he wasn't sleeping, Hank was undressing me with his eyes and making obscene gestures when the other students weren't looking. Several times I had to stop and regain my composure as he wiggled his long tongue in a blur like he was performing oral sex. Surprisingly however, I found my panties getting wet each time he did it.

He came up to me after class on Wednesday and said, "Did you notice how good Jenny Welch's big tits looked in that sweater today Ms. O'Neil? I can't wait to watch you suck those things! Hey by the way, I changed my mind, make the stockings red, not white, tomorrow night. And also make sure you wear a low cut top to class tomorrow with a push-up bra and a short skirt, okay slut? I want all the other guys in class to be dreaming about what my cock is actually going to be enjoying!"

"But Hank I have a reputation and respect to uphold from my fellow teachers and the students?" I pleaded.

"Dress like a slut or I'll call Roger! And call me by my proper name bitch!"

After taking a deep breath I replied defeatedly, "Yes Black Master."

As my husband left for work on Thursday morning, I reminded him that I would be tutoring that night and would probably be pretty tired when I got home. He said he and the athletic director were taking his team to the Dodger game and wouldn't be home until after 11:00 p.m. He told me not to wait up, which I figured was a good idea considering the way I was likely to be feeling.

"Teach that kid something honey...be as nice as you can and tell him your husband and his fellow alumni are rooting for him to dominate as a Trojan on Saturdays!"

"I'm not sure about Saturdays, but I have a feeling that Trojan is going to teach your honey something on Sundays (and Thursdays)."

After he left I dressed in the clothes that Hank requested. While I was very nervous for what the day would bring, I was disappointed in myself for also being slightly aroused. As I squeezed my tits into the push up bra, I found my nipples were already hard in anticipation of what was to come.

At school, I was a nervous wreck for the first couple of periods. The boys in class were all staring at my tits and ass as I attempted to conduct the lessons. Mr. Abbott our principal stopped by between periods and stared at my cleavage as I sat at my desk talking to him about an upcoming assembly.

Finally, when 5th period rolled around, Hank Johnson, Jr. strolled into my class and smiled at me before grabbing his crotch and mouthing the words "THREE HOURS TILL BLACK NIRVANA!" When class ended, he made eye contact with me and licked his lips before walking out the door.

Ten minutes later an envelope arrived that contained only a hotel room key and a post-it note with Renaissance Hotel Room 2201 written on it.

On the Uber ride to the hotel my cell phone rang. It was Roger, the man I'd met in Vegas the previous weekend. "Monica, this is Roger. I'm sure you are on your way to the hotel. You remember the warning I gave you as we concluded our conversation last Sunday, don't you?"

"Yes Roger I remember, you told me that I had to do this assignment very well or my life would be a living hell."

"Glad you recall what I told you. But do not forget for one second that your sole purpose is to please Mr. Johnson in ways that he could never imagine. You suck his cock, you lick his balls, you swallow his cum, you lick his asshole, you let him fuck you in the ass and you beg for more. If he tells you to drink, or smoke, or spit or swallow...you do as he says. If he sends you to the market down the street naked...you go without question! Do you understand what I am telling you?"

"Yes I understand Roger; I will do everything that is expected of me enthusiastically." I responded.

"You better, that email is queued up in my Outlook and will go out in moment if I hear anything different," was the last thing I heard before the phone went silent.