Sarah's Submission

Sarah got to school the next morning having no idea what the day would bring. The first couple of classes were uneventful. 3rd period found her back in math class. She laughed at how she used to look forward to math with Mr. Sheahan. Flirting with him seemed like so long ago. Of course, he still looked hot, but she had dealt with so much in just the previous weeks. Her infatuation seemed innocent by comparison.

Jenny attacked her right after class. Sarah thought she knew what to expect. Her 'hot date' with Conner. She feared it wouldn't be good and didn't respond immediately to Jenny's insistent excitement.

"So I heard," said Jenny as they stood at Sarah's locker between classes.

"Heard what?"

"Everyone is talking about it. Conner shot his mouth off about how he was going to fuck you. And then he had to cancel because he had a doctor's appointment he forgot about."

Sarah tried to hide her surprise. "Uh huh. When did you hear that?"

"I heard from Melissa, who heard it from Jimmie that Conner told everyone during first period that he had to cancel your rendezvous yesterday because he forgot about a doctor's appointment that he had to go to," she explained. Sarah smiled to herself. Maybe she had really gotten through to Conner. Maybe that blowjob had been so good, he actually came up with a cover story. But Sarah stayed silent. "So what's the real story? Come on bitch. What happened? Did you tell him to go fuck himself?" Jenny asked with gleeful curiosity.

Sarah thought about it for a second. She could go along with Jenny's interpretation. Maybe start repairing her reputation. But she didn't want to go that route. "Yeah, he called me right at the end of school and told me he would need a rain check. He had to go take care of something. No big deal." She hoped that would put an end to it.

"I don't buy it," Jenny stated matter-of-factly. "He either got scared or you told him to fuck off. No way he just happened to have a 'doctor's appointment'. Why are you holding out on me slut?!" she chided. "And I also heard that he told a couple of guys on the football team that the pictures that had shown people claiming they were from you were bullshit. That he copied them off the internet and they weren't real. No way that asshole would do something like that without a reason," she added. "Tell me the truth. What happened? How did you get him to do that? What is going on?" she questioned rapid fire. She stared intently at Sarah waiting for her to crack and give her the real story.

"Jenny, it's not that big a deal. The pictures were bullshit. I told him he had to make it right, but that I would still meet with him. And then he called me and told me that he had to reschedule. No big deal." Sarah didn't feel good about lying to her best friend but could hardly contain her elation over Conner stepping up and trying to cover up their tryst. The fact that he found a way to try to fix things shocked her. She reveled in the power she had over him.

She locked her locker and turned to head off to her next class. "I'll find you later, but really, it wasn't that big a deal." She smiled but she knew she hadn't really fooled her friend. She got out of there as quickly as possible so she wouldn't have to lie any more.

Conner had covered for her. All because she gave him a mind-blowing blowjob. That was huge! And she hated to admit it to herself, but she had Mr. Michaels to thank for it.

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School droned on until finally the last bell rang. Sarah got home and then she fretted over what Mr. Michaels might have in store for her in a couple of hours. Was he going to be mad? Was he going to punish her? Or was he going to reward her for doing a good job with Conner? She didn't do EVERYTHING she had been instructed her to do, but she did a lot. Almost everything he had demanded. Two weeks ago, she wouldn't have even thought about fucking Conner AND blowing him and then swallowing all of his cum. But she did all of that. All while knowing that Mr. Michaels had a front row seat. And probably recording every second of it. "That all had to count for something, right?" she reasoned to herself.

The hours past and finally she had to head to her 'job'. She knew better that to be late. She left ten minutes early to ensure she arrived on time. No need to give him a reason to punish her. Mr. Michaels had given her the code to the push button entry lock for the front door via text earlier in the day and told her to let herself in when she got there. She opened the door at 6:22.

She found Mr. Michaels sitting on the couch watching TV as she walked in. She started to say hi when she saw the action on the screen. She saw Conner on top of her fucking away. Her legs were up and her face looked out from the screen. A look lost in the moment of ecstasy. Conner had her tit in his mouth, sucking hard enough to stretch the globe of flesh away from her body while Sarah let out pleasurable moans.

She could hear herself saying "No, no, no, no" and trying to stop herself from giving into the pleasure. And then she heard her own announcement of her climax. It felt strange to watch herself getting fucked and her reaction, but she could picture every second of the scene in her mind from her perspective. Being honest with herself, watching Conner fuck her made her fairly aroused. But as soon as she finished cumming on screen, Mr. Michaels stopped the video. "Fuck, this is it," she thought to herself.

"What was the main thing I told you about fucking that boy?" he questioned. He didn't yell and he didn't seem overly angry. But there it was. She had been a misbehaving slut that couldn't follow orders. Again.

"I'm sorry sir. I failed. You told me not to cum. I tried to stop it, but I couldn't. It just felt too good. I'm sorry." She stood with her head down and her hands behind her. She didn't know what else to do. No explanation other than the truth.

"How did you try to stop it?"

"What do you mean? I tried to make myself stop, but when he started sucking on my nipple like that….I….I..just couldn't," she whined pointing at the screen.

"You didn't do anything to stop it," he said emphatically. "You could have TOLD him to stop for one. Or wrapped your legs around him and forced him to stop until you could regain control. And what have I taught you about pleasure and pain? The brain can only handle one at a time. You could have pushed him off your tit and twisted your nipples hard. Or slapped your ass or thigh hard enough to stop it. But you didn't do any of that. You were just a cum whore looking to get off as quickly as she could!" he finished with a shake of his head.

Mr. Michaels sat quietly for a minute. He rewound the video and watched and listened to her cum again. Then he fast forwarded to her presenting the used condom to the camera and then move off screen with a flush heard from it being disposed of. "What was my other instruction?"

Sarah looked at him confused. "I don't understand? What do you mean?" she stammered.

"You were told to swallow his cum."

"I did," she insisted, still not understanding what he meant. "Watch the blowjob. I had to suck spunk out of his belly button! But I licked up every bit of it."

He stared for a minute and watched her squirm. "What about the condom?"

Sarah's head shook in disbelief. "What do you mean?"

"Why didn't you get the cum out of the condom?"

"What?! Are you serious? Did you expect me to….pour that crap out of the condom and swallow it?!" She couldn't believe what she had heard.

"I told you to swallow all of his cum. You knew he was about to cum. You could have pushed him off of you and pulled the condom off in time to get his dick in your mouth. Or let him cum on his stomach and lick it up from there. But you chose instead to have your own orgasm and let him cum in the condom. That still would have been fine, but you should have gone into the bathroom, and poured it into that slut mouth of yours. Am I making myself clear?!" His voice had risen through the whole explanation. By the end, he practically screamed at her.

"I…I…but…" Sarah couldn't form the words.

"When I give you an instruction, I expect it

to be followed to the letter! Is that understood, SLAVE Sarah?"