Monday morning, Asia and I were standing in the hallway of one of the classroom buildings. I was just about to kiss her goodbye when I noticed that here were these three girls picking on this geeky chick. I walked up to them and, in a voice loud enough for them to hear but not really anyone else, I barked, "Hey you bitches, kneel on the ground and kiss her feet!" I demanded. They immediately went to the floor and smooched the girl's tennis shoes, which made them, of course, look insane. "Okay bitches, from here on in, Doreen here is your queen. Whenever or wherever you see her, you will come over to kiss her feet and you will ask her how you can serve her," I commanded. "Now listen up, after school today, you will  meet us in front of the bathrooms in this corridor. "Okay," all three of them said simultaneously in rather dejected voices.

"How did you do that?" Doreen wondered. "I don 't know, just force of personality I guess," I chuckled. "Anyway Doreen, I have to say goodbye to my girlfriend. Meet us in front of the bathrooms. We're going to have some fun with these chicks," I grinned wickedly. "Okay," she obeyed. Doreen has been in some of my classes in the past and she's tiny, about 5'1" with glasses and mousy brown hair and very bookish and quiet, so seeing her picked on really pissed me off. "Thanks, Paul," she smiled. "No prob, babe. Check ya later." I then walked back over to Asia, who liked what I did, and kissed her goodbye and headed off across campus to my first period.

After school was out for the day, I mosied over to meet Doreen and her new slave girls. We waited until the building was cleared out, which didn't take long. Then I told Doreen to go into the bathroom and check to make sure nobody was in there. The three bitches were eyeing me fearfully and with good reason. When Doreen gave the all clear, I had the bullying trio enter the bathroom and I followed behind them. "Okay you cunts, take all your clothes off and lay on the floor on your backs with your mouths open." Their eyes got wide but they complied. "Okay Doreen, I want you to take your pants and panties off and then piss on them, preferably into their pieholes," I instructed. She giggled as she removed her clothing, revealing a cute little bush. I made a personal note to bang Doreen sometime. She stood over the one biggest offending girl and out came her urine from her groin, splashing against the miscreant's cheeks and some of it going right into her gaping mouth. "Is that yummy, bitches?" I teased. "Swallow it up! Don't be wasteful!" I further directed.

Once Doreen had emptied her bladder on the girls, I unzipped and whipped my flesh hose out and disposed of what I had on to them. "So I guess you're the lemon eating gang now, huh?" I sardonically smiled. "When you get up off of the floor, you are to clean up any piss you didn't drink with your tops, " I said, tossing them their shirts. "By the way , where is your gratitude? Your queen bestowed her piss on you and not one word of thanks?" "Thank you Queen Doreen," they all repeated in turn. I laughed my ass off at that and then gave Doreen, who had put her pants and panties back on by then, a huge hug. "Now listen slaves," I continued, "you are to protect your queen from all enemies foreign and domestic," I concluded humorously. Doreen and I walked out to leave the others with their cleanup duty. "Oh my God, I can't believe we just did that!" she giggled. "Listen babe, I basically bullied them into all that shit. Don't abuse them or you're next." "Okay. Thanks Paul."

Before sixth period, I had phoned Asia and told her to go home right after school was out so she wouldn't have to see the little theater of cruelty and revenge I had enacted upon the guilty slags. I went home and phoned Asia again, saying that I wanted her to spend the rest of the day getting her schoolwork done and then just kick back when she was finished. Just because I didn't give a shit about my studies didn't mean I wanted to sabotage her.

The next morning, Asia was dressed in a cute little jean skirt, a white t-shirt, ankle socks and tennis shoes. God, she looked so adorable. It made me so hard it was ridiculous. I wanted to do her right there and would have if I could have without injuring her reputation on campus.

Later in the day, in gym class, I ordered my coach to excuse me from having to participate for the rest of the semester. I was afraid that I would lose my pendant somehow in the course of that class and so decided to beg off. He would still give me an A, but I wouldn't have to even show up. Unfortunately, Asia was in a regular class and I couldn't get her out of it so that we could spend more time together. Instead, I just hung out in the library and either read or just lost myself in thought. Sometimes I catnapped. 

During lunch, I took Asia to our little secret spot and, after we ate, I pulled my cock out and had her suck it because my hard on was just aching looking at her. Fortunately, I was so worked up that it probably didn't take even five minutes for me to feed her some cum. Then I had her lay her head in my lap and I tenderly stroked her pretty Korean face with my fingertips. "Master," she abruptly started," "do you love me?" "Asia," I retorted, "I absolutely do love you. You're the best girlfriend ever,  babe." I really was drunk in love with her. It's kinda weird to be talking about love after being together as short a time as Asia and I were, especially since my relationships with the other two girlfriends I had in my past lasted less than three months. But she was really nice and smart and one of the most beautiful girls at my school, so how could I not love that? Asia smiled at my response, grasped my lefthand and held it against her chest. We sat there with me looking into her eyes silently and subconsciously smiling like a big dork. This reverie was rudely interrupted by the bell proclaiming the end of the break. I was really irritated by the interruption and even more annoyed by having to spend the next two periods without her there with me.

I walked her home after school and we went upstairs to her bedroom. I told her to remain there and I would be back in a couple minutes. I descended the stairs and sat next to her mom on the couch as she watched some Korean drama on cable tv. Her mom was still pretty cute in her mid-40's, standing about 5'4" with short black hair that had the barest indications of beginning to get gray here and there. "Mrs. Oh, stand up for me and take your clothes off," I requested. She did a double take at what I was asking, but nonetheless submitted to it. She had tasty little B cup tits that were shaped like Asia's and a hairy bush. She was definitely a MILF. "Wow Mrs. Oh, you're hot!" I complimented. She giggled but was obviously embarrassed. "Okay, you can dress yourself, but don't tell anyone about this," I commanded.

Seeing Asia's mom in the nude made me giddy with excitement because it was just so wrong. I went back upstairs to where Asia was reclining naked. I had her suck me again and then I returned the favor, enjoying the scent and taste of her juices as my tongue provoked her to several red hot orgasms. I then had her get on all fours and hammered her slit real good, making her orgasm a couple more times before I creamed her insides with what was in my balls.

I guess I could have fucked her mom, but I was so afraid of causing turmoil in her family by doing so that I opted to just enjoy the sight of her naked body. It also gave me an idea of what Asia would look like when she got older and it definitely wasn't bad. Mrs. Oh could have passed for early 30's with the exceptions of the wisps of gray in her hair.

Wednesday, I was heading toward my third period class when I saw Miss Swarbrick coming from the opposite direction. She was the so-called "hot teacher" on campus, a late 20's 5'6" bottle blonde with a slim figure and a bubbly personality that made her seem dumber than she actually was. She taught health, which meant that she had to discuss sexually transmitted diseases and AIDS and all that shit in her class, too, while all her male students were sitting there wanting to bang her into next week. "Miss Swarbrick, come here," I barked. She didn't know who I was because I had never been in any of her classes, so she gave me a little bit of a puzzled look as she faced me. "You and I are going to have sex at lunch," I insisted in a voice that was just above a whisper. "Pick me up in your car over on Hemingway Drive (which was several streets down from campus) and we'll go to the Restful Inn over on Denton Avenue," I advocated. "Okay," she acknowledged, and continued on to wherever she was going.

When third period was over, I phoned Asia and told her that I wasn't going to be available during lunch and to just eat and then spend the rest of her time in the library. I had her go there so that she would be less likely to get hit on by other guys while I wasn't there.

As fourth period progressed, I was becoming more nervous and giddy because I was about to screw a teacher. The thing that sucked about that was I wouldn't ever be able to tell anyone what we did since the fall out would ruin Miss Swarbrick's life. This was a secret I was going to have to take to my grave.

I scurried down the stairs and out of the classroom building that my class was in and hotfooted it for Hemingway Drive, which was an inlet street for a bunch of cul de sacs on either side of it. I fidgeted for about five minutes as I waited for Miss Swarbrick, who finally pulled up to the curb in front of me in her Sentra. She was dressed all in brown. Brown longsleeve top, a skirt that came to just above her knee as well as the same colored pantyhose and shoes. Her thin lips were colored by red lipstick.

We arrived at the motel and she was handed the room keys. As she opened the door, I slipped into the room ahead of her and told her to strip as soon as she closed it. I watched as she peeled everything off, her pillowy C cups bouncing out of the harness they had been in all day, her thick, inverted, puffy nipples calling out to me to suck them. She methodically rolled her panty hose down and daintily slid them off of her cute, red toenal polished feet before reaching inside the waistband of her panties and leaving them on the rather worn dark green rug with the other parts of her ensemble. I directed her to stand at attention and I slowly walked around her, my eyes feasting on the sight of her toned ass before I got to the front of her body again and noted the nearly perfect line of her torso from her shoulders to her hips. My eyes went to her mouth watering camel toe and then downward to visually trace her shapely legs. I had been rock hard for the last hour thinking about plowing Miss Swarbrick and I knew I didn't have much time.

"Have you had sex with a student before and you will answer truthfully," I interrogated. "No," she asserted. "Did you ever have sex with any of your professors in college?" I continued. "Yes," she confessed. "It was with a grad assistant who was teaching my Spanish class senior year." "Have you had sex with any of your fellow teachers at this school?" I inquired. "Yes, Mr. Dempsey," she revealed. "Oh yeah? How was that?" I wondered. "We dated for a while and it was okay," she blandly claimed. So I guess Mr. Dempsey wasn't exactly a sexual dynamo, as she had just damned him with faint praise.

I looked down at her and embraced her smooth body and kissed her hard and passionately. She gave as much back as I dished out. She was the best kisser I had ever been with, even better than Asia! I drank in Miss Swarbrick's scent and my hands gravitated to those sweet titties of hers. Because of time considerations, there was precious little time for foreplay, so we hopped into bed and she spread her legs as I scrambled on top of her. I began pushing my nine inch meat into her. "Oh shit," she panted, as my girth challenged the limits of her pussy's ability to stretch. I continued to bore into her. "Oh fuck, I've never had anyone as big as you," she gasped, my cock now firmly planted inside her honey pot. I started to thrust and she was soon moaning desperately. "Oh shit, oh shit, God, oh God, your cock is amazing!" she testified as I kept on burying it inside of her as deeply as I could. Just as with Asia, I felt the sweet compression of her well packed cunt on my shaft while it glided between her sugar walls. The thought that I was fucking one of the teachers was also ratcheting my arousal up rapidly and I pounded her twat like a man possessed. "Oh shit, oh my God, oh yes, God, that feels divine," she extolled as her breathing was alternately shallow and deep and often came in sporadic rushes. Her legs had my back in a vice while I forcefully porked her pink universe with with my increasingly sensitive dick. Her hands had a death grip on my biceps and then I felt her nails pressing into my skin as her excitement mounted. "(Pant pant pant) oh God, oh yes, fuck me, God yes, harder!" she demanded and I smashed my cock into her with violent glee. She emitted a series of choked  gasps and then yelled, "I'm cumming!" squealed and then her hips bucked back and forth to meet my thrusts. Seeing how lost she was in the pounding I was doling out pulled the trigger of my love gun and I flooded her gulley with my sperm.

Unfortunately, there was no time to enjoy the afterglow of our animalistic fuck session and we both hurriedly got up, dressed, and laid rubber to get back to school. I don't think she even tried to wipe my dripping cum from her pussy before she put her panties and pantyhose back on. She dropped me off back where she had picked me up and I was five minutes late to my fifth period class.

When I did finally enter the classroom, I was laughing inside like, "you fuckers have no idea what I just did or who I did it with." I thought about telling my buddies that I had fucked one of the teachers but wouldn't say who it was. But then I contemplated what could happen even after that and decided to keep my mouth shut. I didn't want it to get around campus about what I did and then have everyone, including possibly the principal and perhaps even the cops, bug me about who was on the receiving around of my perpetually ready pocket rocket. Besides, it would make Asia look like a fool and I didn't want that. No matter what kind of bullshit I decided to pull I was going to try to at least keep her from being publicly hurt by it.

In fact, because of the position I was in, I vowed to stop using alcohol and drugs, too. For all the power I had in my hands, it brought with it a lot of responsibility. It became like anything else: whatever impulses you have, you have to have good judgment in knowing when you can indulge them or you would be screwed. So in a way, the more power I had, the less freedom I also possessed because the damage I could do could be so immense. It was still fun drilling Miss Swarbrick, though.

Shortly after Asia and I became a couple, one of my friends, Steve Towler, after complimenting me about landing her after so many had failed, asked me if I could offer advice on how he might be able to get with Charmane Morgan. Of course, I could have just walked up to Charmane, who I didn't have much respect for because she could be kind of a bitch, and ordered her to start dating my buddy. But I didn't do that. I just didn't want to rule people's lives like that.

And this is the problem with Asia and me: I basically used a kind of club, metaphysically speaking, I guess, to get her to be my girlfriend. I didn't just go up to her and put the kind of spell on her that someone far more adept at seduction would. She is more or less my girlfriend by force. Or The Force, or whatever is powering my ability to get my way now. While Asia now seemed to be gradually falling in love with me for real, the truth was that without the pendant I wouldn't have had a hope in hell of reeling her in. I would always feel I had something to prove to her and that has both bad and good sides to it. Of course, I could take the parasitic view of this, which was just to use her up for my own purposes. That admittedly has some appeal, but then my conscience compels me to start seeing things from her side, which gives rise to feelings of guilt in me. I feel as if I have to make it up to her.

I told Steve that I didn't know any magic bullets for him to get with Charmane and suggested that he look for someone better. It wasn't even like Charmane, who had dishwater blonde hair and kind of a beak for a nose, was hot. She was maybe a five if you had major beer goggles strapped on. The problem, though, was that his family was dysfunctional and so it was perhaps fated that he would pick a bitch to try to date.

After I had the conversation with Steve and began thinking about Asia and my situation, I called a very expensive Korean restaurant in downtown L.A. to make reservations and rented a limo. We went to it that Friday. I told Asia that I didn't know jack about Korean food and so to feel free to teach me. This gave her a chance to not just kinda strut her stuff and show pride in her native culture, but to bring me somewhat into her world. Plus the high class nature of the place would show her how much I wanted to please her even though I was ostensibly her Master.

I really like spicy food and the meal was full of win. It wasn't seasoned with so much heat that I couldn't handle it, either. She was impressed about the quality of it, which had to lend me some brownie points, I'm sure. "How can you afford to take me here?" she said, after getting a gander at the prices on the menu and taking into account the limo. "Sorry babe, but a real man never talks about his money," I lied.

What was funny about the dinner was that she pulled some breath mints out of her purse when we were through eating and suggested I eat a couple because Korean food has a high garlic content and makes your breath stink. "Our family goes through tons of these things," she giggled.

"So do you love me now?" I wanted to know. "Actually, when I fell in love with you was the way you handled taking my virginity, Master. You took your time and then you made me have an orgasm, which is different from the experience of a lot of girls I know. I knew then that you were the one for me," she propounded. "You seemed to really care about me having a good experience. I also like the way you kiss me." "Then how come you asked me if I loved you?" "I just wanted to hear it from you. I had to make sure," she revealed.

When we got to my house a couple of hours later, we showered together and went to bed. We spent the ensuing two hours making long, slow love and I think I had the best night's sleep of my life when we dozed off afterward.