by Reed James
Dorm Mistress
The Futa Academy 2
(A story of the Aphrodite Sisterhood Universe)
by
Reed James
Copyright © 2016 by Reed James
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Table of Contents
Dorm Mistress
Naughty Excerpt from “Dorm Mistress”
Stories of the Aphrodite Sisterhood Universe
Acknowledgments
The Dorm Mistress
Naughty Excerpt from “Dorm Mistress”
An hour later, I gathered the girls of floor three into our common area. It had a couple of couches, bean bags, and recliners, a large TV with a Blu-Ray player, a kitchenette where the girls could make tea, popcorn, and other snacks, a closet full of board games, and a pair of chess boards.
“Welcome to floor three,” I said as I sat down on the central couch, staring out at my students. “I'm Miss Ursula, and not only am I teaching Health and Biology, but I'm also your Dorm Mistress for the term.”
“Hello, Miss Ursula,” they all politely responded, squirming as they faced me.
“Now, why don't you all group up in pairs with your dorm mates and introduce yourself.”
The girls of floor three were a rainbow of beautiful flowers full of ethnic diversity. They were all beautiful, each with her own unique attraction that made my clit harden beneath my skirt as the girls one-by-one introduced themselves.
“That's lovely,” I clapped my hands, my eyes falling on the pair I wanted for tonight. “Allana and Cáit, why don't you sit beside me.” I patted the couch. “The rest of you, take a seat, and let's talk about what I expect from you.”
Allana was English, her hair bleached blonde like mine. She had a saucy mouth and a button nose, her breasts looked small and pert beneath her white blouse. Cáit plopped down next to me in a flurry of fiery hair, her green eyes wide and her smile flashing. Her cheeks were red, flushed with excitement. All the girls were squirming with excitement.
I put my arms around Cáit and Allana, pulling them tight against me. Both girls trembled, their breath quickening. I loved affecting young women with my perfect, Aphrodite enhanced beauty. I squirmed in the seat, noticing a few of the girls giving envious glances.
“Miss Tatiana believes you all have to be pure to be perfect, refined ladies,” I purred. “Saving yourself for whatever rich billionaire you try to land for a husband.”
The girls all tittered.
“Are you implying we shouldn't?” asked Ava, a busty, blonde German girl with a milkmaid's fair complexion.
“I am,” I smiled. “But you shouldn't ever let a man touch you. You can get all the sexual and romantic satisfaction from another woman.”
“Are you saying we should be lesbians?” gasped Graziana in her purring, Italian accent. Her dark eyes flashed in shock. “But...I like boys.”
“That's only because a woman hasn't properly shown you what true love is,” I told her.
“And you're going to show us?” Cáit demanded in her lilting baroque. Irish girls were so sexy.
“And so much more.”
“I want to have babies,” Anja declared, the Norwegian girl folding her arms beneath her bosom.
“Yes,” other girls echoed, nodding their heads.
“Who says a woman can't get you pregnant?”
“Biology?” sneered Allana. She tensed beside me. “Even if we were lesbians, we'd have to adopt or go to a sperm bank. A woman can't actually make us pregnant.”
“Someday they will,” I promised, leaning over and nuzzling her ear. “I'd love to plant my baby in you, Allana.”
The girl shuddered as my tongue licked her ear. “Miss Ursula,” she gasped.
“What are you doing?” demanded Elisabeta, her dimples flashing in her cheeks. “You're are teacher! You can't do that.”
“I don't know,” I purred, my hand stroking Allana's side. “Do you want me to stop?” I nipped her ear again.
Allana squirmed, shifting on the chair, turning so our breasts brushed. “I...er...it's not terrible. You're making my fanny feel funny.”
I giggled. “Good. I'm going to do so much more than make it feel funny. Tonight, I'm going to pop your cherry.”
“Miss Ursula!” Elisabeta gasped again, the Portuguese girl's eyes wide. “This is so wrong.”
“I think it's hot,” moaned Ava, the German girl rocking as she rubbed her pussy against the carpeted floor, her blonde pigtails sliding about her shoulders.
“German slut,” Elisabeta snapped.
“Schwein liebevolle Hure!” Ava snarled back.
“Girls, girls,” I called out. “There is no fighting. Elisabeta, you walk over to Ava, look her in the eye, and apologize.”
Elisabeta wilted beneath my stare. She stood up and moved over to Ava, kneeling where the German girl sat on the floor. Both of their large bosoms heaved beneath their white blouses. “I am sorry, Ava. I should not have called you a slut.”
Ava's face was still hard.
“Now Ava, she apologized,” I said. “Accept her apology and give her a kiss on the lips.”
“What?” Elisabeta gasped.
“Ooh, kiss her,” moaned Cáit. “Pucker up and plant a big, wet one on her lips.”
“Oh, do it,” giggled Graziana. “What wicked delights.”
“I will not!” Elisabeta protested as Ava seized her face. The Portuguese girl tried to fight as the German milkmaid planted a wet kiss right on her lips. Elisabeta squirmed for a few seconds, but my pheromones filled the room and her resistance stopped after a minute.
“Bloody hell, that's hot,” moaned Allana.
To find out what happens next, read on!
Stories of the Aphrodite Sisterhood Universe
Pledging the Futa Sorority 1: Pledging Obedience
Pledging the Futa Sorority 2: Sorority Fun
Pledging the Futa Sorority 3: Initiating the Futa
The Futa Academy 1: Futa's First Day
The Futa Academy 2: Dorm Mistress
The Futa Academy 3: Naughty Lesson
Queen of Futa Academy 1: Futa Teacher's Pets
Queen of Futa Academy 2: The Headmistress
Queen of the Futa Academy 3: Futa Teacher Surprise
Queen of the Futa Academy 4: The New Queen
Queen of the Futa Academy 5: Naughty Futa Students
Queen of the Futa Academy 6: Futa Discipline
Acknowledgments
I just want to acknowledged my beta readers, helping me
fight against bad grammar, missing question marks, and the occasional mistyped names! So thanks to Meric Merry.
The Dorm Mistress
I was loving my first day at Miss Tatiana's School for Refined Ladies, a high-end boarding school that only accepted virgin eighteen and nineteen year olds to teach and mold into the perfect, young women. And I was here to corrupt the process.
I was a futa. I wanted to show these nubile, young women that loving other women, even ones with thick cocks, was the only way to live. Already I had popped three cherries before dinner. Sweet Héloïse had been such a trembling beauty, and Dora had gasped and moaned wonderfully as I took her in the alcove. I cornered Sasha in the girl's restroom, taking her sweet cherry as I bent her over the toilet and fucked her from behind.
Dinner was a lot of fun. All the girls noticed me. I was a futa, and according to my friend Gwen, the smartest futa I knew, we secreted a pheromone that drove women wild. They just can't resist us once they get a whiff.
And every woman, teachers included, noticed me in my airy sundress, my bleached-blonde hair spilling about my shoulders, as I strode through the cafeteria. I found Héloïse and winked at her as I headed to the teacher's table.
She blushed rosily, but beamed back. A Chinese girl sat next to her. I bet that was Qiu, her roommate. I hoped Héloïse would seduce her like I commanded. At the teacher's table, Miss Serafina, the Spanish math teacher, smiled at me. She had a rich tan that set off her honey-brown hair falling in thick waves about her shoulders.
“How are you settling in, Ursula?” she asked, her cheeks red.
“Just fine. Héloïse was a marvelous guide. But I think I showed her a thing or two,” I winked as I sat down next to her.
Serafina's nipples hardened, pressing at her slim blouse. “Did you...?” She licked her lips, leaning in. “Fool around with Héloïse?”
“Teacher's aren't allowed to fool around with their students,” I answered with a wink. “So if I did, I could hardly admit it.”
Serafina gave a wicked giggle. “You are a wanton woman. I need to keep a close eye on you.”
“How close?” I asked, arching my eyebrows.
Her cheeks blushed. “You are a forward woman. I thought I gave up girls when I graduated from college. It was fun, but it was time to move on to real relationships.”
“And you can only have one with a man?”
“Well, no...but...it... Girls were only for fun.”
I put my hand on her knee, stroking her flesh up to her skirt hem. “Are you sure it was only fun? Maybe you're just tricking yourself that a woman can't satisfy you as well as a man.”
“Well, there is one thing a woman is missing.” Serafina lowered her voice. “A big dick.”
“Ladies, what are you talking about?” Miss Tatiana asked. She was a stern, mature beauty, her cheekbones high and Slavic, giving her a delicate beauty framed by her platinum-blonde hair. Her eyes sparkled blue and her lips pursed.
“Nothing important, Miss Tatiana,” Serafina said. “Just men.”
Miss Tatiana glanced at the girls eating and laughing. “Just so long as you don't corrupt their innocent purity with your vulgar talk. You need to be examples to them.”
“Oh, I plan on it,” I smiled at the woman.
Miss Tatiana's eyes barely flickered at me. Some women didn't respond as well to a futa's pheromones as others. One day, I would seduce her, but there were so many virgins that needed my cock first.
The Head Mistress strode out into the cafeteria, her eyes flicking about to admonish any girl she thought was behaving out of hand.
“She's strict,” I muttered.
“Yes, she is,” Serafina whispered. “You should probably stop touching my knee.”
Serafina grabbed my hand to pull me off. I twisted my grip, seizing hers and pulling her hand between my skirt. Her eyes widened and I grinned, my clit throbbing to transform into a futa-cock. “You said women lack a big dick.”
“Yes. No woman has a cock.”
I let my futa-dick sprout into her hand. Her eyes widened as my girth filled her grip. Her fingers were delicate, squeezing about my expanding cock beneath the table. With stunned breathlessness, her hand stroked up my shaft.
“Ursula,” Serafina gasped. “How?”
“Women can have a big dick and keep our juicy pussies,” I purred. “It's what you really crave. The soft, feminine touched combined with that thick shaft to make your pussy cream.”
Her hand slid up and back down. I shuddered, looking out at all the oblivious girls. Serafina's grip tightened as she stroked faster, unable to stop herself. I squirmed on my seat, my pussy leaving a puddle of juices.
“That's it,” I whispered. “Stroke my big, futa-cock.”
“This is so wrong,” she whispered. “I shouldn't be doing this. The girls could catch us.”
“I know,” I groaned, squirming as this dusky beauty stroked me. “Oh, you can go faster than that.”
Serafina's hand slid up and down faster, her grip teasing the tip of my cock. I throbbed. All these girls, many of whom kept glancing at me, their youthful desires awakened between their thighs. I smiled at them, licking my lips, imagining each of them naked beneath me, surrendering their cherries to my hungry cock.
“I'll love you all,” I promised, squirming in my seat.
“You did fuck Héloïse,” Serafina groaned. “You despoiled her innocence.”
“Uh-huh,” I groaned. “Along with Dora and Sasha.”
“You're so wicked.” Her hand stroked faster, her fist slapping into my groin, barely audible over the chatter of the girls.
“So wicked. Oh, Serafina. I'm going to erupt. Keep stroking me.”
My hips thrust up. My body tensed. That wonderful moment rushed nearer and nearer. I bit my lip to stifle my moan. My cock throbbed. I erupted.
“Yes,” I hissed as my body shuddered.
Powerful pulses of pleasure shot through me as my cum exploded out of me, splattering the bottom of the table. Serafina's hand tightened, sliding up, squeezing out every last drop of my pleasure.
I shuddered one last time, my pussy clenching hard and then it passed.
“Madre di dios,” Serafina whispered. “Did I really just give you a handjob?”
“Look at your hand.”
She pulled her hand out from beneath the table, lines of ropy cum running across her dusky flesh. Unable to resist, she brought her hands to her lips and licked the line of cum up, her eyes widening in delight.
I finished my dinner, savoring my delicious orgasm buzzing through my system.
“We need to get together,” Serafina moaned. “I need to feel that cock in me.”
“Soon,” I promised her. “But I need to get to know the girls of my dorm tonight.” I was the dorm mistress for floor three. There were thirty girls that I needed to get to know.
“My pussy is on fire,” she moaned, squirming next to me. “You can't leave me like this.”
I looked out and saw Dora smiling at me. The Greek girl had a great ass. I motioned to her, and she stood up, that delightful ass swaying beneath her red-and-green tartan skirt as she walked over. “Yes, Miss Ursula.”
“Miss Serafina needs your assistance,” I told her. “Follow her to the bathroom and eat her pussy out.”
Dora's eyes widened, but her tongue flicked out. “I've never done it before.”
“Miss Serafina will teach you.”
“I will,” breathed the Math teacher as she stood up. “Come along, Dora.”
“You need to learn how to please a woman,” I told Dora. “It's important. Women need to love each other.”
“Okay,” she nodded.
I smiled, watching them disappear. Step-by-step, this school would be transformed.
An hour later, I gathered the girls of floor three into our common area. It had a couple of couches, bean bags, and recliners, a large TV with a Blu-Ray player, a kitchenette where the girls could make tea, popcorn, and other snacks, a close
t full of board games, and a pair of chess boards.
“Welcome to floor three,” I said as I sat down on the central couch, staring out at my students. “I'm Miss Ursula, and not only am I teaching Health and Biology, but I'm also your Dorm Mistress for the term.”
“Hello, Miss Ursula,” they all politely responded, squirming as they faced me.
“Now, why don't you all group up in pairs with your dorm mates and introduce yourself.”
The girls of floor three were a rainbow of beautiful flowers full of ethnic diversity. They were all beautiful, each with her own unique attraction that made my clit harden beneath my skirt as the girls one-by-one introduced themselves.
“That's lovely,” I clapped my hands, my eyes falling on the pair I wanted for tonight. “Allana and Cáit, why don't you sit beside me.” I patted the couch. “The rest of you, take a seat, and let's talk about what I expect from you.”
Allana was English, her hair bleached blonde like mine. She had a saucy mouth and a button nose, her breasts looked small and pert beneath her white blouse. Cáit plopped down next to me in a flurry of fiery hair, her green eyes wide and her smile flashing. Her cheeks were red, flushed with excitement. All the girls were squirming with excitement.
I put my arms around Cáit and Allana, pulling them tight against me. Both girls trembled, their breath quickening. I loved affecting young women with my perfect, Aphrodite enhanced beauty. I squirmed in the seat, noticing a few of the girls giving envious glances.
“Miss Tatiana believes you all have to be pure to be perfect, refined ladies,” I purred. “Saving yourself for whatever rich billionaire you try to land for a husband.”
The girls all tittered.
“Are you implying we shouldn't?” asked Ava, a busty, blonde German girl with a milkmaid's fair complexion.
“I am,” I smiled. “But you shouldn't ever let a man touch you. You can get all the sexual and romantic satisfaction from another woman.”
“Are you saying we should be lesbians?” gasped Graziana in her purring, Italian accent. Her dark eyes flashed in shock. “But...I like boys.”
