A black school girl named Courtney who is a friend of yours

From Create Your Own Story

Courtney walks into the classroom. She is an African American lady with very dark skin and well rounded in all the important places. Her face, you love. It features thick, pouty lips along with wide brown eyes. You especially love the way her thick black hair curls out at the end, it makes her look so sinister.

Camilla inspects her suspiciously, she doesn’t like the young age of the girl whom just walked in here unannounced, nor the superior smile on her face.

Courtney walks toward her like a model with a dreamy look in her eyes; it’s as if she’s looking through Camilla, not at her. Having arrived at her desk Courtney tells Camilla. “Alright, I’ll take it from here.”

Camilla looks at her, more annoyed than confused. “Excuse me?” She tells Courtney, not bothering to hide her annoyance. “I’m from the department of sexual health. Didn’t you get our memo? Or maybe you forgot?” Courtney tilts her head sideways as she delivers her last line, subtly mocking your teacher.

“I… eh… I’m, the memo...” Camilla stumbles on her words before deciding to say.”Can I see some papers?”

“Of course.” Courtney hands her the papers.

Camilla reads through it two times, as if trying to find some fault in this she can exploit so she doesn’t have to give her class over to this arrogant young girl. Camilla never liked sex education, being conservative and all. But choice really isn’t an option here, the false document is by all indicators real, Camilla is forced to hand over the class.

“Fine, do your thing.” Camilla says, suffering a mild defeat. She sits down in her chair with her arms crossed probably just waiting for the time to run out.

Courtney turns to face the class. “Well then… since your teacher wasn’t informed of my arrival you haven’t had the time to think up questions. I would like you to do so for five minutes now while I and your teacher steps outside for a moment to discuss the lesson. I will also need an assistant from the class to help me during the lesson.”

Courtney scans the class with her eyes. “You there, the blond woman in the back!”

“Who me?” You ask, pretending to be surprised.

“Yes you, you’ll be my assistant.”

“Alright then.” You say and get out of your chair. Camilla rolls her eyes and also gets up from your chair. All three of you leave the classroom.


………


Less than a minute later Camilla’s whole position has changed. Now, for the first time in her life, she has a gun pointing at her head. But it’s neither you nor Courtney who holds the gun, it appears Courtney brought backup. Two burly looking Mongolian male cult members waited outside the classroom. You don’t know them very well, but their impressive built and mean mug expressions are to your liking. Camilla stares down the gun barrel, wide eyed with fear.

“Sh… what’s the meaning of this?” She exclaims, hoping it’s some sort of joke. Quickly the men grab her and carry her into a storage room. You and Courtney follow.

“Sharon! Sharon what’s happening!”

“Shut the fuck up bitch! I’ve let you fuck up up my life for so long but now things are going to change you big titted cow!” Boiling with anger you run up to her and grab her chin. “I’m going to fuck you up so good. When I’m trough with you you’ll wish you were dead you piece of shit!” You scream into her face like a crazy bitch.

“Now, now calm down Sharon.” Courtney plays the good cop part and she plays it well. “I know you’re pissed off at your teacher but no need to go hysterical. Although you are correct, she is blessed with fuckable flesh.”

Courtney walks slowly towards your teacher. Camilla flinch, as if hopelessly trying to get away. It is of course futile to try and flee since she still has a gun pointed at her head but it’s a bit annoying that she seems to fear Courtney more than you. As she gets closer to Camilla she doesn’t stop until their noses meet. Camilla legs shake with fear.

“Yes we can train this one into a spectacular sex slave.” Camilla’s blue eye shoot up, and shoot up even more as Courtney drags her into a deep kiss. The kiss is highly erotic to you, so much hate and attraction between the women; it makes your clit tingle in arousal. Courtney breaks the kiss, leaving a trail of saliva between their mouths.

“Soft lips too.”

Without breaking eye contact with Camilla she hands you your class list. "Mark all the names of the nerds, dorks and just plain unattractive people."

You do so and then ask. ”Why?”

"I hate ugly people, can’t stand them, no way I’m headlining a sexual education class to some butt ugly people."

“We can just say that the class is too big so we have to divide it and that the other group will get to do the lesson next week.”

“Yes.” Courtney agrees, and is now kneading Camilla’s large natural breasts.

“Ihh.” She meekly moans.

“Sensitive breasts.” You note with great interest.

“I wonder…” Camilla says and lets her hand travel downwards, towards Camilla’s skirt. Camilla looks at her like she wants to take her head off. The look of hate intensifies as Courtney shoves her hand down Camilla’s skirt and rubs her clit through the thin fabric of her panties.

“Ihhhh!” Camilla moans louder, the Mongolian men looking on quietly.

“Just as I thought.” Courtney says and turns to face you. “You teacher is brimming with sexual energy Sharon! She will make a perfect sacrifice!”

Your professional dominatrix personas break down and you and Courtney laugh like the school girls you are. Camilla just keeps her eyes on the floor, ashamed that her body would betray her so.

“Alright Sharon we need to get back to the class. I think we should divide the class and answer their initial questions first before deciding to humiliate Camilla in front of them. That is your idea right? To humiliate Camilla infront of your class?” She says and smiles at you.

Camilla’s face doesn’t move, but her hands tighten into a fist.

“Of course that’s my idea Courtney, do you really have to ask?” you say and return her smile.


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