Chapter 13: My Safe Harbor

It was odd how much one can be accustomed to when broken down. It was documented by Marquis De Sade. I felt like those poor submissives of his stories. I woke up with my mother’s pussy in my face.

As the morning light streamed through the windows, I woke up with my mother’s pussy in my face. I could feel her sticky juices on her thighs rubbing on my cheeks as she tightened them to make a vice. My alarm clock now was a pussy to be licked and sucked on. My mother and my girlfriend loved making sure I was punctual with my schedule.

She pushed her naked body against mine and whispered in my ear, “Get ready.”

I complied, knowing better than to disobey her commands. A sense of dread washed over me as I prepared myself for what was to come.

And then it happened - she straddled my face and sat down.

I could feel the heat and wetness of her arousal as she ground herself into my face. She moaned loudly as she rode my face, using me solely for her pleasure.

“You love this don’t you?” she sneered, looking down at me with a wicked smile. “Being nothing but a little bitch for your own mother.”

I could only whimper in response as I continued to eat her out. My mind was filled with conflicting emotions - disgust and humiliation mixed with a deep arousal that I could not deny.

“You’re just a pathetic little cunt licker,” she taunted as she grabbed onto my hair and pulled me deeper into her folds. “You’ll never be a real man like Steve or any of his friends.”

Each word felt like a dagger in my heart as I realized that this was all true. I would never measure up to these men who had enslaved both me and my mother.

But despite the pain and humiliation, I could not help but continue to pleasure my own mother with my tongue. It was all I knew now - being used by her, degraded by her, turned on by her.

After what seemed like hours of being forced to eat out my own mother’s pussy, she finally climaxed and pushed me away from her. I gasped for air, feeling both disgusted and aroused by what had just happened between us. This twisted relationship was the only thing I knew, and I could not escape it.

As I watched my very sexy mom leave, I was greeted with the sight of my girlfriend Pamela, completely naked leaning against the doorframe. She smirked as sexily sauntered over to my bed climbed up and sat on my face. I began licking without being told to at this point.

“Good bitch, that is right, a bitchboy’s duty is never done. Oh god that is nice.” She softly moaned out in pleasure.

I felt humiliated and degraded as Pamela took control, grinding her tan body on my face with savage force. She smirked down at me, reveling in the power she held over me.

“You’re nothing but my little toy for me to use, my accessory.” she taunted, her voice dripping with dominance.

I could feel the wetness of her arousal coating my face as she rode me, using me solely for her pleasure. With each thrust of her hips, I was reminded of how powerless I was in this twisted relationship.

Pamela’s moans filled the room as she reached her peak, grinding harder and faster until she finally climaxed and pushed herself off my face. I gasped for air, feeling completely humiliated and used.

“That’s all you’re good for,” she sneered as she got dressed. “Being a little pussy licker.” It was a mantra I was getting used to hearing as it was barked at me constantly by all the residents of my house.

Tears threatened to spill from my eyes as I watched her leave, feeling both disgusted and turned on by what had just happened between us. This was what my life had become - being used and degraded by the women in my life.

But despite the humiliation, I could not help but feel a sense of arousal lingering in my body. This twisted dynamic was all I knew now - being dominated and controlled by powerful women like Pamela.

As I laid there on the bed, still reeling from what had just happened, I could not help but wonder if this would ever end or if this was just who I was destined to be - a submissive bitchboy at the mercy of dominant women and my bully.

The Second Job

I do not know how this happened but right now I was driving my girlfriend who refuses to let me call her my ex and my mother to a strip club. That statement alone would have embarrassed me at the time I won the state championship, but the reality of that statement was much worse. I was not driving them to watch strippers dance, I was driving them so they could be strippers who danced. The job my bully set up for my mother was to be a stripper at Hector’s establishment on the weekends. I do not know how long this was the case as I had not watched all the videos yet, but I had an idea it was not new because when I dropped her off every bouncer called her by her first name and seemed familiar with them.

I got out of the car and followed the two ladies. Both wearing normal clothing, but I knew it would not stay that way once she got “dressed for work”. When I got there, a man named Fernando, who I found out later was one of the managers of the club, came up to where the bouncers were blocking my way and said.

“Let him through, Hector is expecting him.” The man said who looked incredibly Sauvé for a manager of strip club in the Salvage district. He had a tailored suit, perfectly manicured hands, and impeccable hygiene. He could be a banker, and no one would think different.

“You heard the man, go see the boss, through the main club up the stairs.” The bouncer said to me.

I walked in and my heart stopped. It was the same club from the video clip sent to me. A part of me started to get excited, another part of me felt shame. In either case a deep blush came over my entire face and I wanted to leave and see the shows at the same time. It is different when you smell the thing you watched on television. A hint of smoke still permeated off the furniture, even though smoking was illegal in most establishments, this place still had the aroma attached to its furniture. I did not see any ashtrays so I could only assume this was the case.

I found out later that smoking did occur here just not the kind with tobacco. In fact, the farther I made it up the stairs the stronger the smell of weed permeated my senses. I was terrified, I saw how the man I was about to meet manhandled my bully like he was an addle schoolboy, and fucked the crap of my mother right on the glass wall behind him. I stopped right outside the inside of his office not coming further until he told me to.

“Shit man, don’t be shy boy, have a seat, we have some business to discuss.” Hector said gesturing to the seat on the other side of the desk. I slowly walked to the seat and had a seat on the couch.

“So, you are the boy who destroyed Steve’s life” Hector said as if to size me up in person. Good thing I was much bigger now than when I was a freshman. I gave him a look back and could not help but let out a chuckle.

“That is a funny way of putting it” I said. Hector started laughing with me and then got serious as if suddenly sadden by something.

“But not anymore, now he has you and your mother in a vice. Now you are here in front of me with no leverage.” Hector said as if narrating a fact off a book.

“Look, I know it might be tough. You look like you could take that pendejo down and down hard. But if you do, it will never end and your life will be over.” Hector continued and I did not dare interrupt.

“So you humiliate yourself for what?” Hector said stopping short of asking me Why don’t you just kill the fucker and his brother. A thought that comes easy to people who have killed in real life. For Hector murdering someone was ALWAYS an option, to solve a problem.

“I know where you are getting at, ‘Why don’t I kill him?’ I thought about it, but me and my mother’s life will be over. Look man I do not know you, but I am just trying to get into college and out of here, with my mother out of prison.” I confessed, I had no idea why I was being so honest with this man, maybe because it was not Steve, or because this was someone who was not afraid of my bully. This was someone that struck fear to even Steve’s brother.

“Look I make you a deal. You playball and give us no shit. When you get your ride, I will make sure your Mom gets out of this too. I will make sure Steve is out of your lives as well. But until then you and your mom are our bitches. Got it?” Hector said menacingly yes.

“Yes, I got it.” I said.

“Yes, Mr. Salazar. Sir, in here, I am the jefe and I demand respect.” Hector words were as serious as a heart attack. The man made me feel like he could kill me at any second. He was terrifying. Steve outmaneuvered me, he even broke my jaw but at no moment did I actually think my life was in danger. I could not help thinking that my life was in danger the second I came into proximity with Mr. Salazar.

“Good, now that we got the bad things out of the way. Here take some of this it will make you enjoy the night more.” Hector said offering a joint to me. I looked at it,

“Mr. Salazar, if I take that I could fail a drug test.” I tried to find a reason to not take it.

“What did I say about giving me shit?” Hector spat out at me.

“I am not trying to give you shit Mr. Salazar sir, but if I fail a drug test, I will lose any chance at a ride” I pleaded hoping he would stop.

“I will know if you are about to get tested, besides, I will make sure your pee comes back clean.” Hector told me, but somehow, I did not see how what he was saying was possible. But I did not press it further as the man scared the living hell out of me.

“Ok Thank you, Sir” I said with a sigh. I took the cigarette out of his hands and took an inhale. I immediately felt something affect me.

We smoked two more joints, but these felt different. I was high but I was also feeling funnier than normal. I was escorted to the back room of the strip club. I did not mind I really did not want to see what these bastards were going to do to my mother. The room that I was taken to was set up like a one-bedroom apartment. A living room with a couch, a tv, a bathroom, and in the backroom a king-sized bed. Well, it could have been worse, I thought to myself.

I sat back onto a couch that felt like it was massaging my back and sucking me into it. I must have sat on the remote because the tv turned on by itself.

I felt the room spinning when the door to the room flung open and a crowd of people walked in. It was Steve he was with my girl, Pamela, his hand was all over her ass. I immediately looked at the floor not wanting to see anymore. That is when I saw it, my principal, walking behind Steve and my girlfriend, she had the same look my mother had on her face. When she came into view, I immediately became hard. She looked like an oversexed version of a principal. She had on her normal clothes but somehow, she looked more sultry. She had on a pair of tan pumps, a tan skirt with her a slit for her pale legs and a white blouse with her buttons undone on the top exposing her creamy breast, her glasses just added to her look.

She winced slightly when she saw me, as if she did not want to be seen. Somehow how I did not like where this was going.

“Um hi Ms. Simmons I said barely able to form a sentence a I was high as fuck, part me thought I was dreaming. I did already make her cum on my face at the housewarming party.

“Hello, Frank ... Please do not make me do this, he is one of my students, Sir” My principal blurted out to Steve. Steve slapped her and pointed to me and barked.

“Do it, or I will release all the tapes bitch. To the cops I hear a piece of ass like yours in the prison would be all the rage.”

She stopped and looked crestfallen and then looked at me. Steve kept barking orders in the background.

“Do not worry we will edit that part out. Make it convincing bitch or I will make sure your daughter joins you the next time we have a Salavage District Convention” Steve barked out; his statement caused laughter to erupt from the other gangsters in the room.

“It is ok, Ms. Simmons.” I said with a look that indicated I was caught in the same web she was. I really did not mind the assignment at all. Ms. Simmons was pale, blonde, and I always thought she was sexy.

I approached Ms. Simmons slowly, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. I could not believe I was about to kiss my principal, but I also knew it was the only way to save her from Steve’s blackmail.

When I finally reached her, she looked at me with relief in her eyes. Without saying anything, I leaned in and pressed my lips against hers. It started off as a simple kiss, but soon our tongues were dancing together, each one exploring the other’s mouth.

Ms. Simmons moaned into the kiss as she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me closer to her. I could feel her body pressing against mine, and it only fueled my desire for her.

As we continued to kiss passionately, I let my hands wander down her body. I could feel every curve and dip of her figure through her clothes, and it only made me want to explore more.

I pulled back from the kiss briefly to catch my breath and looked into Ms. Simmons’ eyes. They were filled with desire and need, and it only made me want to please her even more.

I slid my hand under her skirt and caressed her thigh gently before moving upwards towards the apex of her legs. She gasped at my touch and parted them slightly to give me better access.

Gently rubbing over the fabric of her panties, I could feel how wet she was already becoming for me. My fingers traced circles over her clit before sliding inside of her panties to rub directly on it.

She let out a moan that turned into a whimper as she began rocking against my hand, desperate for release. But I wanted to take things slow for both of our pleasure.

So instead of focusing solely on her clit, I moved my hand lower and slid two fingers inside of her wet warmth. She gasped and tightened around them immediately while also crying out in pleasure.

I began pumping them in and out of her, using my thumb to rub over her clit every time I pushed back in, continue rubbing her sex, make me go on to ravage her after she comes.

Ms. Simmons moaned and writhed against my hand as I continued to pleasure her. It felt amazing to be able to give her so much pleasure, and I wanted to take it even further.

I removed my hand from her panties and lifted her up onto the desk, standing between her legs. She looked at me with wide eyes, but I could tell she was still lost in the pleasure.

I leaned down to kiss her again as I reached for the hem of her blouse, pulling it off and revealing a lacy black bra underneath. I could not resist running my hands over the soft fabric and feeling the curves of her breasts.

Ms. Simmons arched into my touch, moaning against my lips as she begged for more. Without hesitation, I unhooked her bra and tossed it aside before taking one of her nipples into my mouth.

She gasped and clutched onto me, her fingers digging into my back as I sucked and nibbled on the sensitive bud. Her hips were moving against mine, seeking more friction as she got closer to climaxing.

I moved down to suck on her other nipple while using one hand to tease and pinch the first one. Ms. Simmons was panting now, her body trembling with need as she rocked against me.

But I wanted to make sure she came first before ravaging her completely.

So, without warning, I pushed two fingers back inside of her wetness and began thrusting them in a steady rhythm while using my other hand to rub circles over her clit.

The combination of penetration and direct stimulation on her clit quickly pushed Ms. Simmons over the edge. She let out a loud cry as she came undone around my fingers, shaking with pleasure as she rode out her orgasm.

I kept thrusting until she was finished, then slowly pulled out of her, and stood back up straight.

Ms. Simmons was panting and trying to catch her breath as I stood in front of her, admiring the sight of her flushed and satisfied body. But I was not finished with her yet.

I reached down and unbuckled my belt, letting it fall to the ground before unbuttoning and unzipping my pants. Ms. Simmons watched me with lust-filled eyes, clearly eager for more.

I pushed my pants down and stepped out of them, then grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to the edge of the desk. I could see she was still wet and ready for me.

Without any warning, I thrust into her in one smooth motion, filling her completely with my hard length. She gasped and arched against me, wrapping her legs around my waist to pull me even deeper.

I began to move inside of her at a steady pace, enjoying the feel of her tight walls clenching around me with each thrust. Ms. Simmons’ moans were getting louder as she urged me on.

“Harder,” she breathed out, “I want you harder.”

I gladly obliged, picking up the pace and slamming into her harder with each thrust. She was moaning my name now, gripping onto me tightly as she got closer to another orgasm.

But this time, I wanted to hear more from Ms. Simmons. I wanted to hear how badly she wanted me, how much she craved being ravaged by me.

“Do you want more?” I growled against her neck as I continued pounding into her.

“Yes,” she gasped out, “please ... more.”

“Tell me what you want,” I demanded.

“I want you...” Ms. Simmons moaned out desperately.

“What do you want?” I repeated.

I could not resist her pleas any longer. I began thrusting into her harder and faster, feeling my own release building within me.

Ms. Simmons’ moans were getting louder and more urgent as she inched closer to her peak. I could tell she was on the verge of another orgasm, and I wanted to make sure it was the most intense one yet.

I reached down and massaged her clit with my fingers, adding another layer of stimulation to our already intense encounter. Ms. Simmons’ body tensed up as she cried out in pleasure, her walls clenching around me tightly.

I kept thrusting and rubbing her clit until she could not take it anymore. With a loud cry, she came undone again, this time even more intensely than before.

Her whole body shook as she rode out her orgasm, clinging onto me for dear life. And that was all it took for me to reach my own climax.

With a few final thrusts, I released inside of Ms. Simmons, filling her completely with my hot seed. We both collapsed onto the desk in a sweaty, satisfied heap.

We lay there catching our breath for a few moments before reality set back in. We quickly got dressed and straightened ourselves up before anyone could walk in on us.

As we made our way back to the conference room, Ms. Simmons turned to me with flushed cheeks and a satisfied smile on her face.

“Thank you,” she said sincerely.

“My pleasure,” I replied with a smirk.

From that day on, Ms. Simmons and I had a different dynamic at school – one of secrecy and lustful glances whenever we passed each other in the hallways or meetings.

But every now and then, when we needed some stress relief or just could not resist each other any longer, we would sneak away for some steamy office sex sessions in Ms. Simmons’ office.

And while we both knew it was wrong, we could not deny the intense pleasure and satisfaction we found in each other’s body.

I was shaken from my stupor when Steve and Pamela and the thugs guarding the room all clapped. It was not until then I realized I just took part in more blackmail material on Mrs. Simmons. Then looked at Mrs. Simmons face as she panted from the proper fucking, I just gave her, it was masked in pure horror. I was the nail in her coffin. Little did I know Steve had more atrocities to commit on my psyche before I would be free of him, and it involved this sexy 39-year-old fox in front of me.

We were informed that I also would have a second job on the weekends. It would involve Hector’s establishment and it would involve Mrs. Simmons. You see Hector had a porn studio in fact this supposed VIP room was just a prop room with cameras and speakers everywhere.

Steve told us to go to the bedroom. I realized my suspicions were confirmed that this was a quasi-functional pornographic studio. I saw one of the camera lights from the mirror. I did not care; whatever Hector gave me made me feel like my dick was a battering ram. My principal having just been fucked by me was naked with my cum still leaking from her thigh glowed as she followed me.

As we made our way to the bedroom, I could not help but feel a twinge of guilt and confusion. This whole situation felt wrong, yet I could not deny the intense arousal coursing through my body.

Steve led us into a large, lavish bedroom that was clearly used for these types of parties. The walls were lined with mirrors and cameras, capturing every angle of the action. I realized that this was what Steve meant by a “quasi-functional pornographic studio.”

Ignoring the cameras and lights, I followed Hector’s lead and took another hit from the joint he offered me. Whatever he had given me earlier was still making me feel like my dick was a battering ram, ready to fuck anything in its path. And at this moment, all I wanted to fuck was Ms. Simmons.

My principal followed closely behind me, her naked body still glistening with my cum. She looked completely satisfied and glowing with pleasure as she followed me into the bedroom.

Without hesitation, Hector pushed me towards Ms. Simmons and motioned for us to start fucking in front of everyone. As if under some sort of spell, I did not hesitate to oblige.

I lifted Ms. Simmons onto the bed and positioned myself between her legs, admiring her gorgeous body once again before plunging inside her wet heat. She moaned loudly as she wrapped her legs around my waist and dug her nails into my back.

The room erupted in cheers and catcalls as we fucked each other wildly on the bed. It did not matter that there were cameras recording our every move or that there were people watching us; all that mattered was the intense pleasure we were giving each other in that moment.

I lost track of time as we switched positions and took turns pleasuring each other until we both reached our peak. We collapsed onto the bed together, panting and covered in sweat.

As I lay there catching my breath, it finally hit me how wrong this all was. I had just fucked my principal in a recording in broad daylight in front of a crowd and cameras, all while being high on some unknown drug. And yet, despite the guilt and confusion, I could not deny the intense satisfaction and connection I felt with Ms. Simmons. The way her body spasmed when my dick was inside was amazing, her skin felt amazing, and she smelt so good. In fact

We lay there for a moment, basking in the afterglow of our passion before I noticed Steve and Pamela walking into the room. They gave us a wicked grin and handed us each another joint.

“Well, congratulations, you two,” Steve said with a chuckle. “You’ve just had the wildest tryst of the night. You must be proud.”

“Now since you two sluts cannot get enough of each other we expect a repeat performance, every day in school. Mrs. Simmons, you are going to have an affair on your husband with our Frankie boy here. Steve declared.

Then turning his gaze to my direction her said “No loser, you are not allowed to go through the day without giving your Principal here at least two orgasms by fucking and eating her out at least twice before the end of the school day”

“But Master ... I could lose my job?” Mrs. Simmons pleaded.

“Not my problem. I fucking own both of you. I order you to fuck each other like you both tried to fuck me over. In addition, you are to come here on the weekends. This was your audition. Miguel over there, likes the way you work. He is going to be directing you in some adult movies we film, and I can tell you he has some very dark ideas on what to film with you two. “Steve spoke chuckling.

“Adult Films ... But Master!!! I cannot be an adult film star!!” Mrs. Simmons cried out in terror. “You already have, this was the first. If you do not want these hitting the market, I suggest you behave very nice from now on. We have you fucking a student, willingly I might add. I have emailed a list containing a wardrobe you are to wear for the week. I suggest you stop questioning my orders, I am getting very close in calling in the marker on your junkie daughter.” Steve calmly uttered as he let his threat marinate.

“No, Master ... I will be a good girl.” Mrs. Simmons said.

The Next School Day.

I went to school the next day looking forward to meeting Mrs. Simmons. When I arrived my cock nearly left my pants, it was Mrs. Simmons with a shorter skirt than usual wearing nude stockings, and tan high heels with a beige skirt.

I walked up to her and acted like I wanted to talk about something innocuous. “Mrs. Simmons, I need to talk to you about Graduation Ceremony.” I stammered out.

“Sure, let’s go the auditorium, I need to know if we have all the supplies for the after party.”

“Sure Mrs. Simmons.

Ten minutes later...

We looked around the empty auditorium before quickly making our way backstage. The adrenaline was already pumping through my veins at the thought of getting caught. But the risk only added to the excitement for both me and Mrs. Simmons.

Once backstage, we wasted no time. I pushed her up against a wall and kissed her hungrily, our lips and tongues battling for dominance. She moaned into my mouth, her hands fumbling with my pants as I slipped a hand under her skirt.

I could feel the wetness between her legs as I ran my fingers over her panties, teasing her through the fabric. Mrs. Simmons gasped and pulled away from our kiss, looking at me with lust-filled eyes.

“Take them off,” she commanded in a low whisper.

With trembling fingers, I pulled down her panties and she stepped out of them, kicking them aside. I could not resist any longer and lifted up her skirt, exposing her bare ass to me. She let out a soft moan as I ran my hands over it, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” I asked breathlessly.

Mrs. Simmons nodded eagerly, biting down on her lip in anticipation.

Without hesitation, I plunged into her with a primal force that made her gasp and cling to me like a lifeline. Our bodies moved in perfect rhythm, driven by an all-consuming passion that threatened to consume us both.

The thrill of being caught only added fuel to the fire as we lost ourselves in the intensity of our desires.

As we peaked together, our bodies slick with sweat and our breaths heavy with exertion, we scrambled to compose ourselves before anyone could discover us. Mrs. Simmons gave me a fierce kiss on the lips before hastily straightening her clothes and fleeing back to her classroom. Grinning triumphantly, I strode out of the room feeling exhilarated and alive.

Lunchtime...

Rendezvous at the Library

While the students filed into the cafeteria. Cynthia and I were in the library. It was closed during lunch time, and we went to one of the back study rooms. It was not long until Cynthia was down in her stockings and heels, and I could not keep myself away from her any longer I picked her up placed her on the study table.

Next, I centered my body between her legs, feeling her warm and inviting entrance. Carefully, I pushed myself inside her, watching as her eyes widened in pleasure.

“Jesus, you’re so big, Frank.” she gasped, wrapping her legs around my waist.

“But I’m not nearly as big as the dildo I’m going to fuck you with later,” I teased, making her giggle.

Our laughter soon turned into passionate kisses, and I began to fuck her harder and faster, my body slamming against hers with each thrust. It was clear that she was close to cumming, and the thought of pleasuring her sent my own arousal soaring.

“I’m going to cum,” she whispered in my ear, her voice thick with lust.

The library study room was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from the small windows near the ceiling. The shadows played across Cynthia’s body as I moved above her, my hands roaming over her curves.

She moaned softly as I kissed and nipped at her neck, my thrusts becoming more urgent and rougher. Her body responded eagerly, meeting each of my movements with a delicious friction.

“Harder,” she whispered, grabbing onto my shoulders for leverage.

I obliged, pounding into her with all the strength I had. She cried out in pleasure, her nails digging into my skin as she came undone beneath me. The hot tightness of her walls clenching around me sent me over the edge and I released inside her with a deep groan.

We collapsed onto the table, panting heavily, and covered in sweat. Cynthia giggled as we caught our breaths, tracing patterns on my chest with her fingers.

“That was amazing,” she said, smiling up at me.

“It was,” I agreed, leaning down to kiss her softly on the lips.

We lay there for a few minutes before getting dressed again and leaving the study room. As we walked back to our respective classrooms, we could not stop grinning at each other like two teenagers who had just shared their first kiss.