6TAD Chapter 1155: Roleplay Games (Patreon)

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He immediately turned around. There was no door between the dining  room/kitchen area and the living room, so he knocked on the door frame.  "Um, Mrs. Pestridge? You wanted to see me?"

"Yes I did, Alan," Suzanne answered. "Come on in."

He walked in and looked around as if it was his first time  there. He tried to pretend that Suzanne and Xania were normal teachers  even though they were basically naked except for some black leather on  their arms and legs.

Suzanne said, "You know Dr. Goodleigh. She's here to help me administer your punishment today."

"What did I do?" he asked. "No one's told me why I was being sent here."

Xania spoke to him. "It has come to the school's attention  about your sexual exploits. It seems that you've been spreading your  seed far and wide."

"And without using protection most of the time, I might add,"  Suzanne butted in. "Half of the beautiful female students and teachers  in this school are liable to give birth in nine months to a new  generation of Plummers."

"Is that the problem, that I've been having unprotected sex too recklessly?" he asked with pretend worry.

"Hardly," Xania snorted, getting into her role. "That's just  the tip of the iceberg. You see, we know EVERYthing. We know you've been  fornicating and fraternizing with Heather Morgan and the rest of her  cheerleading squad. We also know that you've tamed the pussies of every  single one of them."

"And how is that a problem?" he asked. "Is it a crime to have  sex with Heather just because she's such a bitch? Everyone knows what a  bitch she is, but I'll have you know that I'm doing the school a favor  keeping her dazed by keeping her ass thoroughly stuffed."

"Mind your language with me, young man," Xania growled  menacingly, not knowing the term "young man" was never used in the house  out of respect for Glory's use of it. "I said every single one of them.  Every. Single. One. Do you recall a certain cheerleader by the name of  Katherine PLUMMER?"

"Ah. Oh shit. Um..." He felt real shock to hear that pointed out.

"Again, watch your language," Suzanne said this time. She  picked up a ruler and held it menacingly. "Although in this case, the  use of the word 'shit' is apt because you're in a shitload of trouble,  if I may be so vulgar. But it gets worse. We also know about your  mother. That's right. Alan Plummer, star student, has been having  incestuous relations of the vilest nature with both his mother AND his  sister. Disgusting!"

He was starting to believe the role-play now. He'd always  held a deep fear that something like this would happen, that he would be  publicly found out for the forbidden and possibly even illegal sexual  relationships he had. Because the fear was so real, he didn't have to  pretend to be frightened.

Xania continued ominously, "But there's more. Ms. Gloria  Rhymer. Poor Ms. Rhymer. You've beguiled and tamed her with your big  cock and have led her astray from her role as teacher. Thanks to your  notoriously sweet seed, you've brought shame upon the whole school by  the way you make her guzzle down your cum nearly every day for lunch. I  have half a mind to fire her today."

He lurched forward in shock. This was getting increasingly  real for him, despite a certain level of sexual innuendo and absurdity  the other two were carefully maintaining. "You can't! You wouldn't!  Please don't!"

Xania said, "I can! And I just might. I really should for the good of the school board. They don't like scandal."

Suzanne took over. "Well... That all depends on you and how  obedient you are, starting right now. But there's more. We know all  about your use of the theater room. We've been collecting evidence there  for weeks. We've watched hours and hours of disturbingly arousing video  of you taking your slutty cheerleader bitches in there and having your  way with them. We've seen you pound their sweet pussies, not to mention  all their other holes, for hours on end until they're too tired to beg  for more. Sometimes we've been forced to watch some of your more intense  sex sessions repeatedly, late into the night, just to fully understand  all of the horrible things you're capable of."

She straightened up and angrily jabbed a finger at him.  "Using school property for your sordid ends, and half the time it's been  during school hours, I might add. But truancy is the least of your  worries."

He cowered with increasing nervousness. The cowering was an act, but the nervousness was not. "There's more?"

"There is," Xania said ominously. "I can't even begin to  count your crimes. For instance, while it's technically not a school  violation, Mrs. Pestridge and I are appalled at the way you've flouted  the institution of marriage, porking virtually every sexy, big-titted  woman you meet, whether she's married or not."

He started to say, "I haven't really done that many married-"

"SILENCE!" Suzanne slammed her ruler down, causing everyone  in the room to jump, including Susan. "You will only speak when you are  told to. But what bothers Dr. Goodleigh and me is the way you have  mocked the two of us personally."

Now he was confused. "What do you mean, Mrs. Pestridge?"

"I mean, you're probably single-handedly responsible for a  new Orange County baby boom, and yet you've passed right on by Dr.  Goodleigh and me. Why do I never hear the orgasmic screams of my  esteemed colleague here echoing down the school halls? Why do I never  see HER naked body lying sprawled out, spread-eagled and dripping with  cum, on the table in the middle of the teacher's lounge? Why haven't you  tamed US, and added us to your harem? Are we not good enough for you?"

Xania added, "Even though you have both of us as teachers,  why for instance, did you never come to MY class after school, rip every  button off my blouse, bend me over my desk, and ride my sweet ass with  that thick cock of yours for hours on end? Why have you not made me  scream for more until I'm too hoarse to speak? Answer me that!"

Suzanne groused, "Starting today, things around here are  going to change, I know that much. Oh yes." She raised an eyebrow and  stared him down menacingly.

Alan couldn't help but smile. Things had been getting too  serious with the other accusations, so he was happy for some more tongue  in cheek sexual playfulness. He remembered all over again how naked  they both were, and his gaze wandered all over their voluptuous bodies.  His dick had been on the verge of going flaccid, but it sprang back to  life.

Still, he said seriously, "Mrs. Pestridge, I'm so sorry. I didn't realize."

She replied in exasperation, "Didn't realize? When did that  ever stop you before? If you see a woman you want, it's usually a matter  of hours before she's screaming your name at the top of her lungs and  your cum is drooling out of her battered pussy. Why not the two of us?  Did we do something to offend you? Perhaps, we're not quote,  Alan-worthy, unquote?" She made mocking quote marks with her fingers in  the air as she said that. "I can't see why that would be, though. Look  at Dr. Goodleigh, for instance. Really look at her! That's an order."

Xania stepped forward. She was already wearing nothing more  than black leather gloves up her arms, dark stockings on her legs, and  black high heels. As she ran her hands all over her body, she said in a  seductively self-assured tone, "Alan, you have to admit that I'm hot.  It's just a fact. A body like mine deserves to be fucked by the best.  Which means you."

She then suggestively spread her legs a little bit and  started fingering her pussy from in front, and her ass crack too. That  made her hips gently rock and her breathing quicken ever so slightly.  "From now on, whenever you get a note from me excusing you from one of  your classes, you WILL go to the theater room and you WILL pound my  hungry holes until I'm dizzy from cumming so many times that I lose  count. Is that CLEAR?!" Her voice grew suddenly menacing.

"Yes, ma'am," he cowered dejectedly again, though in fact he was loving her "threat."

Then Suzanne stepped forward and showed herself off in much  the same manner. In fact, she looked remarkably similar to Xania, in  part because she was wearing leather in nearly the exact same places.  Part of their strategy to arouse him was to appear almost like twins.  Still holding the ruler, she began stroking it all over her ivory skin.

"Alan, what Dr. Goodleigh says goes double for me. You've  already done what it takes to get into a good college. Now I think we  can find more enjoyable ways for you to pass the rest of your senior  year, don't you think?"

He decided not to answer, but just watch.

Suzanne slowly brought the ruler to her moist red lips and  began sucking on it, acting as if she was about to give it a blowjob.  Then she pushed her breasts together with her upper arms and slid the  ruler down into her tight cleavage.

He was having so much fun watching her that he nearly forgot  about Xania. But he looked her way and noticed she was still standing  next to Suzanne and putting on her own equally sexy show (although she  didn't have a prop like a ruler to help her out).

Suzanne continued, while running the ruler over her firm  belly, "We're going to make a deal with Ms. Rhymer. Together, the three  of us will put you in a special education program. A very hands-on,  practical, sex education class. Your grade will be based entirely on how  well-fucked you can keep the three of us, together and separately. Is  that clear? We'll hold class all day in the theater room wearing nothing  but high heels, since everyone knows you love them so much. We'll allow  Heather, Amy, and Katherine to come in for occasional 'extra credit'  projects, just to show that we can share. Does that sound good to you,  assuming we're worthy?"

He found himself thinking, Just imagine if Xania and  Suzanne were teachers along with Glory. I imagine it's technically  possible, but if it were to really happen everyone would be too busy  staring and no one would ever get any work done. It would be like Porn  Star High School. The sight of these two shameless flirts strutting up  and down the school halls in their tight skirts, dark stockings, and low  cut tops, licking their lips with those long lizard tongues that are  perfectly designed for cocksucking... Damn, that sounds good, not that  the reality of what I do at school is all that shabby!

He asked, "All day? But don't all three of you have to teach other classes?"

Suzanne slammed the ruler into her open palm, creating a loud  smack sound. "WE'RE the ones asking the questions around here! Now,  answer us!"

He said, "Wow. You're definitely very worthy. I don't know, I  guess I was just busy. It's hard to explain. I mean, fucking my sister  and mother is pretty much a full time job. But I'd, uh, be happy to make  it up to you right now. Let me fuck you both." Though he was still  freaked out from being "exposed," he was also very much enjoying  himself.

Xania looked at Suzanne with disgust. "Now, he says he'll  make it up to us." She turned her wrath back on Alan. "Where have you  been these last months when I've been wearing out dildo after dildo  screaming your name? Do you have any idea how many times my husband has  asked me who the hell Alan is? Your promise to hammer both of our  talented pussies with your big battering ram, sounds tempting, and we'll  certainly accept. But that hardly gets you off the hook, young man. You  still have to make up for your rude and inattentive behavior. Wouldn't  you agree, Mrs. Pestridge?"

"Absolutely, Dr. Goodleigh. Alan Evan Plummer, it's time to  take your punishment. Bend over and bare yourself to the waist. Better  yet, bare yourself completely." Suzanne's eyes glittered with lust.  "Prepare to receive one hundred spankings for your many and varied  crimes."