Changing Relationship

[florida87x]

I walked into first period, looking for Jason. Ever since he ordered me to start dressing in a more.... revealing fashion, I've liked letting him check my outfit when I get to class. Today I was wearing a white tennis skirt, and a green shirt. The shirt had some lace along the edges that formed a sort of semitransparent border between my bare cleavage and the area the shirt completely covered.

Not that my shirt was entirely decent even over the parts that it covered. I wasn't wearing a bra, and even though it was warm out, everyone could tell.

I thought the skirt was more fun though. It came to the top of my thighs, and would fly up if I moved too quickly.

And a bra wasn't the only thing I hadn't worn.

I finally spotted him sitting in front of one of the computers.

"Hey," I said, swinging around the table. I'm glad we both had study hall to start the day. It was nice being able to talk to my boyfriend every day.

I plopped down in his lap, running my hands through his hair.

"Hi," he said. He kept typing on the computer, barely paying attention to me.

"Hey," I said again, shoving him in the chest. I straddled him, pressing my naked pussy against his crotch, and that seemed to finally get his attention.

"Sorry," he said, smiling at me. I loved his dimples. He pulled me to him and I hummed as his tongue invaded my mouth for a moment.

"You got a haircut," I said when he broke the kiss. Just yesterday, his brown hair had been long enough that I could tug on it easily when I ran my hands through it. Now it slipped through my fingers too easily.

"Yes, Cassie." And just like that, he was trying to look past me again.

"What the hell is so interesting there?" I demanded.

His smile turned to a smirk. "Turn around and see."

I stayed in his lap, but turned around to face the screen. He had his email open, and clicked on one of the messages.

A series of pictures immediately sprung up. I knew what they were as soon as I saw the first one. There weren't many people with long red hair like mine. And they wouldn't have been between my boyfriend's legs.

The next picture made it clear, as it showed my face. I was looking up at the camera with his cock in my mouth.

"Jason!" I hissed, covering the screen. His hands went between my legs, and began rubbing along my lips. "You can't look at those in school!"

I'd let him take a bunch of pictures when we had fucked a few days ago. There was one in there with me getting a face full of cum, and others of me getting fucked in the ass.

"Why not?" He pushed a finger into me, and I wondered if I was wet because of his hands or because of looking at those pictures.

"Someone might see." I tried to keep still as his finger began working in and out. Me getting fingered was the farthest we had ever gone with a lot of people around, and we could get in serious trouble if a teacher caught us.

"You don't seem to care if people see you dressing like a slut," he whispered into my ear.

"That's for you!" I whispered back.

"Well, now all of you is for me." His tongue darted out and licked my earlobe. "I get to do anything I want to you. Or I email those pictures out around school."

[javer03]

Great start hope to read more soon

[firenight]

go on please hopping for more

[Stormwalker22]

please continue I like what you got so far

[MeasinToday]

Yes. Yes. Yes. Love. It. More. Now. Please... Please?

[florida87x]

"I do anything you want anyway," I whispered back. I ground against his hand. "Why do-"

"Jason! Cassie! This isn't your bedroom!" Dr. Carlson, the teacher in charge of study hall was walking towards us. He was still across the room when I looked up.

"Sorry," I responded. My face reddened, I'm sure, as I stood up. I worked to make sure not to glance around at the sound of Jason's finger coming out of me, but I couldn't do anything about the shiver that ran through my body.

Jason didn't answer the teacher. He just smirked as I sat down.

"Pull your skirt out from under you," ordered Jason. I flipped it up, showing him my shaved pussy. The plastic chair felt freezing against my ass, much colder than it usually was.

"You know you don't have to threaten me, Jason." I tried to make my voice huskier and more seductive. Anything to not give away the fear I was feeling. "You know I'm yours."

"You don't think I could come up with anything you wouldn't do?" I looked at him quickly before looking back at my own computer monitor. He still had the pictures of me open.

"Obviously you could," I snapped. "Now close those."

"What do I get out of it?" I glanced up to find Dr. Carlson stalking towards us.

"Anything you want! Just close those." The picture opened right now showed my smiling face covered in cum. Jason scrolled down to the next one, which showed me collected it on my fingers. I could guess that the next featured me sucking them clean.

"Say you'll be my slave." Dr. Carlson was only steps away now.

"I'll be your slave," I begged. "Now please close the pictures."

He finally closed them as Dr. Carlson came around the desk and was able to see our screens. Dr. C was a cool teacher, but I doubt any teacher was chill enough to let students look at porn in class. Even home made porn.

"I suggest you log in, Cassie, if you actually plan on using that computer."

"Of course, Dr. C." I immediately started logging in. I hit enter with a little more force than necessary, but he walked off, muttering under his breath.

"Don't do that!" I smacked Jason on the shoulder. Usually he would have just smirked at me, maybe taunted me, but this time he caught my hand right after it hit.

He was smirking, but it seemed different somehow. "Cass, you don't get anymore say in what we're doing."

"Jason-"

"Shove this in your ass." He was holding a sharpie. I snatched it out of his hand.

"Fine." I started to stand up, but Jason grabbed my thigh.

"Do it here, and don't use any lube." I glanced around the room. A couple people were looking at us, but when I glared, they turned away and started whispering to each other.

"No lube?" I asked. We'd done anal before, but we'd used lube. Plenty of lube and it had still hurt.

"None. And now I'm getting impatient." He opened back up his email.

"Ok, ok." I rose off the chair slightly, and stuck the sharpie between my legs. My pussy was drenched, and I swiped the marker across it before lining it up against my ass hole.

Jason leaned over. "Shove it in. Now."

I shook slightly, closing my eyes. Biting my lip, I pushed down on it. Without any lube I felt the skin around my hole holding onto the sharpie. I sucked in a breath, and put more of my weight on it. My eyes snapped open. It felt like it was tearing its way in, little by little. It might have barely been moving, but every twitch felt like it was another step, another edge that it was catching on then falling off.

Suddenly, I felt Jason's breath on my neck. "Cover your mouth."

I put my hands over my mouth, wondering why. He felt them, roughly.

"Tighter," he demanded. I held them tighter, then nearly screamed as he rammed me down the rest of the way on the sharpie.

I gasped frantically, while he went to the pencil sharpener. I had finally caught my breath when he got back, but I still couldn't get myself to talk. It felt like he had torn me open.

He gave me a peck on the cheek when he came back. "You'll need to put that back in later."

"What?"

"I want you to write on yourself with it next period."

[Confused Snowman]

More more more more more!!!!
Great work!!!

[Stormwalker22]

Great chapter cant wait to read what she has to write on herself and where?

[JohnM]

wonderful, waiting for more!

[WedgieDareGirl]

Keep this up, I really like it!
I think it had a great element of thrill when they were almost caught by the teacher

[florida87x]

Walking with the marker in me felt weird. I had gotten used to not wearing underwear, but the marker stretching me brought my mind back to how easily I could be exposed.

The orders Jason had given me would prove a bit of a challenge.

He'd told me that I was to take the marker and write "Jason's slut" across my pussy.

But I was not allowed to leave my second period room, or use my hands to take it out.

And I was to use my mouth to clean it off once it was removed from my ass.

There was no way I wasn't going to be caught. Even though I sat in the back of the room, there was still no way I was going to get away with this.

How would Jason be able to check if I followed his orders? I could ask for a bathroom pass and do everything he asked there.

There were two real problems with this idea though. The first would be if he did have some way to check. This was what he was doing for fun. What would he come up with to punish me? Or would he immediately just start sending out the pictures?

The other problem was actually more pressing.

I wanted to do it.

As much as I could get in trouble for it, I wanted to shit that pen out in front of everyone, then lick it clean. The thought of everyone seeing me act like such a slut was making me wetter. I don't even know if Jason would have had to blackmail me to make me do this.

I gingerly took my seat. I hoped that neither of the people who sat beside me would be here today, but they both were. Melony, sitting on my left, was a nice girl. We talked some, but I had never been close to the brunette.

On my right sat Brian. About the only thing I ever liked about Mark was teasing him. Now that I liked showing off, he was a little fun. But before that, and the way that he still looked at any girl he could, always just made him a little creepy.

Which would notice first?

I didn't now how long it would take, so as soon as the teacher turned out the light, I got started.

Mrs. Brighton always lectured using a projector, standing in front of the class. So she didn't notice anything odd when I leaned forward. I lifted my ass off the seat. Not knowing what else to do, I just tried to shit.

Everything felt tight, like I needed to go anyway. It was going to be even more embarrassing if anything besides the sharpie came out.

After a moment of silently struggling, I thought I felt something coming out. I slumped back into my seat, and whatever it was didn't squish. Thank god. I'd have to get higher to give it enough space, or really slump down.

I scooted higher up my desk. If Brian or Melony just looked over, they would see my pussy open right next to them, and a sharpie poking out of my ass.

I didn't glance back to check.

I kept squeezing, and I felt more and more of the marker coming out.

It was nearly out when I suddenly heard Melody.

"Cassie!" she whispered. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," I shot back through clinched teeth. I forced the last bit of the sharpie out. It clattered for an instant but I quickly sat on it.

"Did you just-"

"Shut up, Mel!" I pulled the marker out from under me.

I finally looked, and both Brian and Melody were staring at me.

"Thanks for the show," Brian said. He was leering at me, while Mel just looked disgusted. I slid the sharpie into my mouth, locking eyes with Brian.

It tasted bitter and smelled disgusting. I worked my tongue around it, feeling the length press against the back of my throat.

"Maybe I could give you something else to suck on," offered Brian.

I pulled out the marker. "Nope. I'm not for you."

I turned towards him, spreading my legs. I flicked the cap off, and followed my master's orders.

[Stormwalker22]

That was an amazing chapter I cant wait to see how shes gonna write on her ass.

[slutpup]

Originally Posted by Stormwalker22

That was an amazing chapter I cant wait to see how shes gonna write on her ass.

its her pussy lol she has to write on her pussy

[florida87x]

Sorry that this next installment took so long. People are free to send pleading or threatening messages when they want another. Hell, I'm even open to suggestions.

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It scratched, but at the same time the sharpie tickled. My other hand kept my lips from stretching as I wrote every letter.

"Jason's" I wrote on one lip. I paused then and looked up. Brian didn't even seem to notice that I'd stop, he was so transfixed at what was between my thighs. I tried to write "slave" more quickly, before snapping my legs shut. The "e" ended up looking funny.

"Why don't you pay more attention to things that matter to you?" I asked Brian, who seemed to think that staring at my legs intensely enough would cause them to spring open again. Maybe it would have usually, but I was sure that I was about to get expelled from school for all of my antics.

I now planned to be on my best behavior, regardless of what my dripping pussy and sore ass hole seemed to want.

Which reminded me that I would have to get the sharpie back into my ass.

There was definitely no way that Jason could figure out if I drooled on the marker, or fucked my pussy with it, to get it lubed up before I shoved it back in my ass. And I definitely was going to shove it in with no lube.

Just thinking about Jason slamming me down onto the sharpie earlier made me shiver. I honestly was surprised that there hadn't been any blood on it when it came out, but it seemed my ass was more resilient than I imagined. And now I wanted to test it.

I should have been listening to Mrs. Brighton talking about manifest destiny or invading Mexico or something, but instead I was thinking about abusing my ass hole.

What would I do if it tore going in? How do you tell the doctor about that?

"Yes doc, I know things are supposed to come out of there, but I thought I'd give the other way a try. I was flipping around the whole public private thing anyway."

Not that there would be a way for me to actually get to a doctor. To do that, I would have to ask a teacher to excuse me.

Brian wouldn't just let me get out of class by saying I needed to see the nurse. He'd tell everyone why I needed to leave. Or he'd just follow me out, which might be even worse. I'd get kicked out of school. My parents would know before I had even managed to pull out of the parking lot. If I was lucky, my parents would have suddenly fallen in love with corporal punishment, and I would end up getting spanked harder than Jason ever whacked me. But more likely was an endless series of counseling appointments or being thrown out of the house.

That might not be so bad, if I could manage to get Jason to let me move in with him. I wouldn't even need to pack any clothes, since I had a couple outfits at his place and spent all my time in his room naked.

If I was going to do anything, I would have to do it soon. Daydreaming about getting spanked and sent to live with my apparently twisted boyfriend had managed to eat up most of the remaining class time, and if I didn't get the marker put away in the next two minutes, Jason would see I had disobeyed him.

I leaned forward on my desk again, bringing up my bottom. Brian leered at me, but his eyes almost popped out of his skull when he saw me lining up the sharpie. Once I felt the tip of it pressing against my hole, I bit down on my tongue and shoved it in as hard as I could.

It felt like there wasn't any hole, like I was just tearing my way in, and it wasn't even half way! Feeling around, I could tell the cap was all the way in, but most of the shaft was still sticking out.

I had to blink to manage to see what was on the last overhead sheet that Mrs. Brighton was finishing up. There was no way that I would manage to get it all the way back in before the bell rang in-

Now.

Melony gathered up her books and shot out the door like it was now summer vacation. Brian, of course, took longer.

"Cass, I don't know what you're doing, but if-"

"Brian, whatever you are about to offer, I'm not interested." I picked up my own books. And with a marker holding up the back of my skirt, I walked out into the hall.

[Slushpup]

Keep writing it's amazing if you need any ideas pm me