History 201: Ms Symmetra, Ms. Ana

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So… Dance class… how do they keep getting away with this?

Satya was belly dancing again, and this time she was in full costume. So what was essentially a bra for a top, leaving her slender midriff on display. It jingled and jangled as the tiny metal coins attached to it bounced on her breasts. She had two long silky ribbons attached from bangles on her wrists connected to her waist…

Oh, fuck me her waist…

A long strip of cloth covered her sensitive parts like the bottom half of Slave Leia's bikini. But luckily, (or unluckily) she was wearing modest underwear so no 'free show' for the other boys in class, although that didn't stop them from watching that sexy, SEXY Indian booty wave left to right as she moved. She seemed completely unaware of what she was doing to them but that's the best part about Satya, in fact, many of the female teachers. They didn't realize how Hot/Beautiful/Sexy/ damn fucking gorgeous they were…

I on the other hand was going to need to find Fareeha… oh wait. She's absent today… Olivia? No. she may or may not be in Venezuela… her words not mine. I mean… I KNOW I could probably just drag Satya into the third-floor bathroom but I really didn't want to make a mess of her costume in school…

She wiggled those hips as she turned in place, raising her arms in the air as her hips rocked back and forth the belt of coins she wore, jingling loudly. She glanced at us over her shoulder and… honestly said something probably related to class but I… really wasn't listening, can you blame me? My eyes were focused on her rear and my ears were filled with the jingling of the various metal parts of her costume. My dick straining to get to her through my pants, luckily I was at the back of the class.

We were just about to get to the 'practical' lesson when Ms. Ana stormed suddenly in and glanced around the room. "Snow!"

"I did nothing!" I jumped up, my erection quivering slightly so it was at least hidden as Satya's hips, unfortunately, stopped… what a shame.

"I need your help with something let me borrow you." She said as I sighed reluctantly and made my way through the group.

"…You need Mr. Snow? What for?" Satya asked looking rather bemused. I cannot help but feel she got all dressed up and dancing just for me. What a damn shame.

"I need his help in setting up some equipment Olivia left me. She said he'd be the best option."

Oh son of a-

"What?" I asked as I was suddenly Yoinked. Not yanked. Yoinked. Out of the room.

"Don't expect him back have fun!" Ms. Ana said quickly with a pleasant grin as I was denied sexy bellydancer Satya for probably menial labor. Oh well.

I was dragged into a spare classroom where a rather large mess of computer equipment was haphazardly placed and a large electronic screen where the blackboard should be. "…That's new." I said rather surprised as Ms. Ana nodded.

"We had it all fixed up two days ago. Olivia was supposed to hook it all up but she got called away." then smiling confidently she elbowed me. "But she said you could handle it. All of that…" she said, gesturing to the pile of advanced cpu. "Has to hook up to that." she noted, gesturing to the wall-sized screen.

"…O-kay…" I said slowly, "Why?"

"It's part of a new program where we play semi-historical games for the classroom." She said rather airily. Not meeting my eyes.

"O-kay…" I said, choosing to move on. "But why not ask Ms. Song, she's pretty computer savvy."

"She's substituting for me, substituting for Mr. Winston." She said, and it took me a minute to register that.

"So… you're supposed to be subbing for Mr. Winston. But now Ms. Song is substituting for you. Who is supposed to be subbing Mr. Winston?"

"Yes." She said, smiling as if that was normal.

"…O-kay." I said, wondering why I even bother to ask. "Okay." I repeated a little more confidently even though I didn't feel confident at all. "…I guess I'll get started…" I said, unsure why specifically I had to be the one to do this… but I soon got all the computers and bits into one neat corner and began to hook everything up, even to the massive wall screen. By the way. I'm not asking about that. Going with the flow keeps me sane at this point.

It was seconds before I plug everything in when I found a very familiar helmet. In fact, it looked like Olivia's VR headset… it was her VR headset.

"Ms. Ana why do you have this?" I asked holding it up as she looked quizzically at me.

"Hmm? Oh. I'm not entirely sure. Olivia just threw that in when she gave us the rest of the equipment." She examined it in my hand as I looked inside it… looking at it more closely it did seem like a slightly different design. An older model maybe?"

"Well, how can this help?" I asked absently, as the computers booted up showing a rather plain-looking desktop. I recognized a few things on it, some historical games, like the Oregon Trail. And the historical Warcraft series, those were pretty good, if not inaccurate, telling of ancient orc and human wars… However one I absolutely recognized but didn't believe.

"Hang on, are you telling me we get to play Rome 2 Total war on this thing and call it learning?" I asked pointing to the desktop icon with one hand as I held the helmet with the other.

"Ms. Ana glanced at it for a moment and chuckled, "Oh. Maybe? Why what's wrong with it?"

"…Well… nothing? I guess?" I replied, a little confused. "I mean. It's a good game but 'semi-historical' is nowhere near the right word… it's like when movies say, 'based on a true story'. Meaning it's a total lie altered to suit or purposes."

"Really?" she asked, looking at it curiously. "Well boot it up. Let's see how it looks on this screen." she looked around. "Where's the mouse?" she asked as I looked as well.

…There doesn't seem to be a mouse.

She sighed and waved lazily. "I'll run to the computer room to borrow one. Be right back. Make sure everything is plugged in right." She left, leaving me alone with a computer geek's dream system.

I tapped my fingers on the VR helmet and briefly wondered if Olivia tricked this thing out. Looking at the inside of the helmet, I shrugged and placed it on my head. The visor lit up, showing me the screen in the helmet. That's pretty cool…

I looked left and right of the screen and realized there was a tiny, tiny cursor hovering over the icons. It followed my eyes. That was really cool… I frowned however; most VR devices had trigger controllers. I've seen YouTubers use them all the time. Wondering if maybe there were some that I missed I reached up towards the helmet to take it off and look when-

Zzzzzzzzzpppppppp!!! A powerful shock surged through my body… and I felt the sensation of falling.

Everything was dark… then I heard… jingling…

My eyes flickered open and the first thing I saw was Satya's hips, shaking wildly as she moved like a snake. Her back to me and her arms in the air, she wiggled and shook her ass for me in her dancer's costume with the added edition of a thick gold gilded leather collar around her neck. Everything began to clear up, and I saw that I was in a large marble room on an equally large bed.

Satya, glanced over her shoulders and winked at me. Before slowly reaching down towards the large curtain that was her bottoms and tugging it away to reveal her caramel-colored booty, smooth and firm she slowly shook it. As her other hand ran up a shapely cheek.

"I see you're awake my prince…" she cooed, slowly turning and caressing her body as she strutted towards me. "I hope your lodgings meet your approval…" I blinked around; it was a very nice room… kinda hot though. Although I think that's because of the vision of sexiness before me really. "The queen will be right with you… but she ordered that I… keep your warm." Her stomach was inches from my face as it swayed temptingly before my eyes. I reached up to stroke her waist as my lips pressed against her belly button. She chuckled.

"I see that you enjoy my dancing… prince." She cooed, looking down at my nakedness. Huh… don't remember that happening… also… is my dick bigger? It looks bigger… and not because it was hard and trying to brush past her front curtain. She then pushed me away, I bounced on the bed as she continued to dance. "You should." She said rather curtly. "I am my queen's prized courtesan… I entertain her, and her guests. I dance… I sing…" her hand gently stroked my length, before slipping it quickly away as it wobbled in the air. "I give pleasure that rivals even the queen." She kept dancing, rubbing her hands down her body as she thrust her hips back and forth. "I have satisfied many much more experienced than you."

…Whoa wait a second. I glared at her, sitting up and gripping her hips firmly in my hands as she smirked. "Oh… have I touched a nerve prince? Many of the maid's speck of your exploits… I am unimpressed." I tried tugging her on the bed but she was sturdier than she looked, must be that firm ass and its low center of gravity. "The queen has ordered me to entertain you until she arrives…" she began to lower herself, kissing my lips briefly before she got on her knees, my cock brushing against her lips, then she rubbed it on her smooth caramel cheek. Smirking smugly up at me. "I suppose I must satiate your lusts until then…" she kissed my tip, it shuddered in pleasure as she chuckled. "…If you last five minutes my prince I might let you do more…"

Before I could even argue she was sliding slowly down my length, moaning and slurping as she bobbed her beautiful head. Brushing her black hair over her ears so I could see her wonderous face slowly stroking my length up and down. Her eyes gazed sultrily up at me as her lips stretched as she went up, and sucked noisily as she went down. Slow, steady, torturous, I felt her tongue slither snakelike up and down my shaft as she moved, my head banging at the back of her throat. She had a great gag reflex. I wanted to cum immediately.

But that smug look of pride in her eyes as she noisily served me with her mouth… I wanted to wipe it off her face. Replace it with her usual look of satisfied bliss. At the three-minute mark I placed my hands on her head, she wiggled it left and right, as if trying to get my fingers into her hair… get a good grip. Then she began to move faster, her head going up before almost immediately hitting the root. Up. Down. Up. No restraint, no resistance. Her eyes were wide and unblinking as she stared up at me. Not breaking contact as she used her mouth expertly.

I was going to cum. I had to hold out just a little longer.

She dove down hard on my length. Lips to the base, eyes wide, nose breathing heavily as she engulfed my cock down her throat, working her tongue up and down my shaft like a piston as she inhaled and slurped, and sucked like a vacuum. It took every last ounce of resistance to hold it in, and rip her off. She gasped, laughing slightly as my cock throbbed desperately to cum but I held on. I felt her breath on the tip, she was centimeters away, her tongue sliding out to dance on the tip.

"…Well done my prince. I suppose you aren't such a quick shot…" she cooed proudly. Although whether she was proud of me or herself I couldn't tell. Her lips kissed my cock head, it bobbed appreciatively. But enough teasing… time to remind her who was the prince and who was the pet.

I tugged her to her feet by the hair, she flinched but smirked proudly. "Oh my prince, Ah!" she gasped as I sidestepped and threw her forward, her top half landed on the bed, and the bottom half jutted out towards me. Round, and bouncy. I smacked one cheek. "AH!" then the other, "OH!" she glanced coyly over her shoulder, looking smug, but staying submissive. She wiggled her hips. Daring, or perhaps even begging, for more. It was hard to tell. I yanked her bottoms aside, getting a good look of that smooth naked ass as I ran my hands over her cheeks, spreading her apart. "I suppose I did say I'd do more… try not to get too tired my PRINCE!" she shrieked as my cock went balls deep immediately into her ass.

I was nice and slicked up from her blowjob, and it was only enhanced by her amazing tightness. She tried to crawl away, but my hands gripped her shoulders and held her firm. Wiggling my hips as she shuddered, panting into the bed as her teeth sunk into the sheets, her fingers curling in them as well as her toes scrapped the carpeted marble floor. "My prince! You're so big go slow I beg you!"

Not so smug now. I began to pump hard, she yelped and gasped. Her body trembled wildly as I began to speed up. Faster, and faster. I tugged at her hair, yanking her from the sheets as she squealed in unrestrained joy and pain. She was too tight and enjoying it too much, her ass clenching around my cock, begging and squeezing for me to cum. Not yet…

I yanked my cock out of her shuddering body as she drooled arousal from her slicked pussy, I smacked her ass as she yelped, shaking wildly I lifted her onto the bed. Ass prominently in the air as I crawled up after her, pressing my cock to her pussy as she glanced submissively over her shoulder. Her mouth opened wide in a soft yell of pleasure as my cock stretched her lower mouth.

"Ah… AH-AH!!" she gasped as I hilted into her warm wet tunnel, before gripping her hair with one hand, and smacking her ass hard with the other. She shivered, her beautiful eyes rolling up into her head as she came. I pressed down on her back, tugging back her hair, and riding her hard.

"Oh-my-prince! Oh-my-PRINCE!!" she shrieked, cumming again as I rammed her up the bed. Pumping hard and fast as her tunnel clenched around my bulging, impatient cock. It wouldn't be long now. I pulled my hand from her back. Smacking her ass hard with it, watching as my hand sunk into her wonderous booty with each blow. Fuck I love that ass…

Then, without warning. I pushed deep inside her, tugging her hair back hard as I pinned her to the bed. Dominating her womb as she shrieked in pleasure, her pussy clamping down and sucking out every drop as I pumped my hips, trying to get it as deep as possible. Her fingers and toes curled in the sheets as a smile of satisfied bliss stretched across her face. s if she was prostrating herself before the gods… I slid my hands down her body, before pulling them back and clapping them loudly on her ass cheeks. "Ah!" she shivered adorably as she spasmed on my length. I smirked proudly as I squeezed her ass in my hands. Giving her one last playful pump of the hips, before slowly removing myself from her insides…

She dribbled my seed onto the bed as I viewed her body like artwork. She ass still in the air as she collected herself. I crawled up beside her before taking a handful of her hair and gently guiding her to my limp cock, letting it rest against her face as her tongue obediently slipped from her mouth and began to lick it. I stroked her silky hair like a good pet owner before I yanked it away and aimed my cock to her lips. Knowing immediately what I wanted she opened her mouth as I slid it between her lips. Just the tip. She suckled on it like a bottle. I continued stroking her hair as her hands caressed my balls and shaft, still suckling the tip when the doors opened wide and a woman in a toga began to stride in.

She was beautiful, with an iris tattoo under her eye and silky black hair. She looked like an Egyptian goddess. But she wasn't Fareeha. She smiled prettily at me as she glanced almost dismissively at Satya. "I see you have already tamed my courtesan…" she approached the bed, stroking Satya's ass fondly as Satya purred around my cock like a content cat. "She is from far in the east. I bought her from a well-traveled slave trader. Best slave purchase I ever made."

She grinned coyly at me. "No. Prince Scott. Perhaps we can discuss that arranged marriage to my daughter? I'm afraid she's far too busy leading my armies against the armies of North Africa, all of North Africa, to greet you in person…" she glanced at my length almost smugly, "But I imagine I can keep you entertained until she returns." She leaned forward, her breasts swaying sumptuously in her toga as she continued to smile. "…I have to see if you are compatible with my daughter after all… Queen Ana the First always makes sure her daughter is happy."

She suddenly gripped Satya by the hair, yanking her away from my cock and stepped on the bed. Satya cooed as Ana pulled her toga aside, pulling Satya roughly to her crotch as Satya eagerly ate her out. "Mmm. Yes, that's a good girl. Such a talented tongue…" Satya moaned lovingly into Queen Ana's pussy, wrapping her arms around Queen Ana's waist and holding her tightly as she ate her out. Ana's head slowly rolled back, smirking proudly as she tugged away at her toga, it crumpled to the floor as my cock shot to attention. My eyes however focused on Satya's round bouncing booty as it jiggled up and down as she moved her head deep into Queen Ana's pussy, her tongue lapping away loudly as Queen Ana twitched.

"…Stick out your tongue." She ordered, pulling her hips away from Satya as her tongue hung from her mouth. Queen Ana ground her pussy on Satya's talented organ as Satya cooed, licking her like ice cream. Queen Ana shuddered, and sighed, pulling Satya's flush against herself. Holding her head firmly in her hands as my cock throbbed eagerly.

Queen Ana pulled Satya roughly upwards, shoving her tongue into her mouth as they kissed each other deeply. Queen Ana slid her hands down Satya's back, groping her smooth ass before my eyes. "Good slave…" she praised, pulling away from her as Satya sat down on the bed humbly.

"Thank you, my queen." She cooed softly.

"I shall have you entertain the guards later… would you like that?"

"Yes my queen." She said obediently, bowing low and jutting her ass in the air as Queen Ana smacked it hard. She sucked in air, tightly gripping the sheets.

Queen Ana stepped on the bed, standing over me as she spread herself for my viewing pleasure. Her pussy released a long trail of arousal, lubing the tip of my length in a lustful shower. "You shall make love to me Prince." She said confidently, "I shall judge whether you are worthy of my daughter. You can please a slave. But can you please a goddess?" she suddenly dropped to her knees, my cock just missing her pussy and sliding up her smooth stomach as she laughed, running her hand up and down my shaft as she rubbed it against her. "Mm. So eager." She thrust her hips slowly, rubbing my length with her hand and body as she opened her mouth, gasping softly. "You wish to taste an experienced woman?" my cock throbbed eagerly against her. "Yes, you do. Eager boy." She laughed, "Exotic slaves cannot satiate you."

She slowly rose up, sliding my length firmly against her and aiming my length against her wet, warm, inviting pussy. My hands rested on her hips as she smirked confidently. "Go on boy. Make me take you."

I pulled her down, and her body arched beautifully. I sat up, thrusting upwards inside her and wrapping my arms around her as she returned the favor, pulling me into her cleavage as she bounced up and down on me. Grunting, gasping, and growling I kept pumping hard into her, bouncing towards the edge of the bed, letting her legs wrap around me as my arms gripped her ass, lifting her up and down as she moaned in pleasure. Gripping my hair and pulling it firmly back, shoving her tongue into my mouth as she kissed me, pressing her breasts against my chest as she rode me hard.

"Oooh… not bad boy…" she whimpered into my mouth, "Ah-ah-ah get… inside me more!" her head rolled back, panting at the ceiling wide-eyed as I lifted and dropped her rapidly. "Yes-yes-yes!" she hissed, shivering in pleasure as she laughed. "Good! Boy!" she suddenly lunged forward, forcing me onto my back as she adjusted herself into straddling me again, bouncing her ass up and down on me as she clutched tightly at my hair. "Cum like a good boy…" she grinned smugly, grinding hard on me as she rubbed my chest. "Cum." She ordered.

I gripped her hips, pumping rapidly, then as she shuddered in pleasure, I rolled her over so I was on top of her. "Oh!" she said with a rather playful smirk as I grabbed her legs, folding them over so her knees were on her chest, she was pinned. "…How pleasant." She said smugly as I began pounding down into her, faster, and faster. "Harder boy." She encouraged with a sultry whisper. "Dominate me. Plant your seed." Her mouth opened in a silent cry of pleasure as she lay her head on the bed, thrusting her hips upwards against my pounding.

"OH!!!" she shuddered and tightened around me. Finishing me off. I roared in pleasure, hitting inside her and releasing my seed. Growling like a hungry animal I crawled over her, pinning her to the bed even as I pushed deeper inside her, her hands on my ass, pushing me deeper. "Ha ha ha…" she laughed lightly, "…Perhaps I shall keep you for myself… such a plentiful load. I gave her a firm thrust as she squeaked, my cock still pulsing my load deep within her.

"…I still would prefer your daughter…" I said suddenly, she glared at me. "…Why did I say-?" I began but didn't finish as she waved her hand back and brought it hard across my face.

"Ow! FUCK!" I shouted jolting away seconds before a returning hand smacked across my other cheek! "Son-of-a-bitch!" I groaned as once more I got another smack "OW stop that!" I shouted at a rather concerned, and normal-looking, Ms. Ana stood over me.

"Stop swearing." She noted sternly, but still very concerned. "Scott are you alright? You got quite a shock…" she said as Angela helped me up. Hana, also her was glaring at the VR headset suspiciously.

"I cannot help but stress that SMACKING AN UNCONSCIOUS BOY AWAKE, IS NOT GOOD MEDICAL ADVICE!" Angela shouted at Ms. Ana who looked rather relieved.

"H-How long have I been out?" I asked as Angela and Ms. Ana helped me up.

"Not long." Hana said, unplugging the headset. "We heard the crash like five minutes ago. Did you know this thing has an exposed wire?" she added, fiddling with obvious wire inside the helmet. "Honestly Scott? You should probably be dead."

I sighed, losing strength in my legs and sitting down…. I guess I did see an angel or two… I then glanced at a surprisingly sheepish-looking Ms. Ana. "…I think you owe me for this one." I said, rubbing my head as Angela checked me over, my pulse for one, electrical burns maybe.

Ms. Ana stared at me for a moment, looking annoyed for a second before noting, rather casually. "…I'll be heading to Canada this weekend." She noted rather airily, "…So whatever I may or may not owe you, will have to wait until next week."

I raised a curious eyebrow at her as Angela lifted me from the chair and began helping me to the nurse's office. I thought about what she said… if she was gone for the weekend… then it would probably be just Fareeha at the house...

…I can think of a few things we could do in an empty house…

End of Chapter.