The Futa's Mind-Controlling Panties Chapter 17: Naughty Futa-Teacher's Spanking - Sex Stories

The Futa's Mind-Controlling Panties Chapter 17: Naughty Futa-Teacher's Spanking

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Chloe Quick

I threw open the door to Ms. Escamilla's classroom and barged in. She whirled to face me, her big futa-dick bouncing before her. Those large tits of hers that I loved so much heaved and smacked together. They looked so sexy.

I put my hands on my hips and glared at her. “You opened your present without me!”

“C-Chloe!” she stammered as I marched at her, my futa-dick throbbing in my panties.

Stacey padded in behind me. My best friend gasped at the sight of the orgy. Boys and girls were all fucking each other. Dicks were slamming into pussies. Girls shuddered as they came on cocks and mouths and fingers.

“You... you...!” I shook with such fury. “You were supposed to wait.”

“Sorry,” Ms. Escamilla whimpered. The Latina professor shuddered, her black hair swaying about her lush face. “I got so curious while they were taking a test. I just had to know what was in there. And then I found your wonderful panties.”

A look of ecstasy crossed her golden-brown expression.

“It was the best smelling thing in the world. And once I smelled them and saw the panties you gave me, I just had to try them on. I was so careful not to get caught, but the moment I donned them, your gift transformed me.”

“Yeah, it did,” Stacey breathed. “Another futa.”

“Yes, another futa.” I marched forward. “You should be punished for what you did.”

“Yes, Chloe!” Ms. Escamilla fell to her knees before me. She stared at me with such worship in her eyes. “Whatever you want. I was bad. I should have waited. I was so wrong not to. Punish me.”

“I'll punish you.” I smiled, remembering how I punished Sasha. Only Ms. Escamilla was mine. I controlled her. She wouldn't trick me and run away.

“Go bend over your desk,” I said. I looked at a brunette girl. I think she was named Jill. “You, slut, strip me naked.”

“What?” Jill gasped. “Slut? I'm not a slut. Ask Wendy or Greta. They're the sluts.”

I sighed. I was hoping those Ms. Escamilla had controlled would obey me. “Ms. Escamilla, tell your students to obey and worship me.”

“Everyone,” Ms. Escamilla said, her voice so loud and commanding even as she bent down over her desk. Her futa-cock dangled between her thighs. Her rump clenched as she squirmed to get herself comfortable. “Chloe is the best girl in the world. You all have to obey her and worship her. Just like you do me.”

Jill gasped “Oh, I'm sorry, Chloe, I didn't know. I'll strip you.”

I smiled. “That's better.”

“Mmm, that's so hot,” Stacey said. My girlfriend grabbed my hands and brought my knuckles to her lips. She kissed them, “You're amazing.”

“You are,” Jill said.

I smiled at her. “I'm glad you realize that.”

“I do!” she moaned as she started peeling off my tank top. “I really, really do.”

“Now, everyone, this is Stacey. She's my girlfriend. So you have to obey her, too. She's awesome.”

“Chloe!” Stacey squealed. She sounded so happy as she gripped my hand.

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