The School For Filthy Girls (Part 1) [ff] [gag-spit] [domination]

Mom sent me here. Said I needed to be in a place where people were like me, but a boarding school? Hmm.

My name is Amber. I’m only 16, and I think I’m fairly normal looking. I think I’m a fairly normal person, but it is so hard to know that for sure isn’t it? Look, point is, I don’t see why I need to be in a special school now.

Geometry, first thing in the morning. Room 253. Here we go I guess…

“Ah, are you Mrs. Graves?” The teacher asked, in his masculine voice. It seemed so out of place in an all girls school.

“Yes.” I replied. Assigned seating I presume.

“Take a seat in that empty chair in the back there, between Emma and Taylor.” The Man said. He seemed rather nice really.

I took my place at the three person table between Emily and Taylor, who gave me a wave. So far nothing terrible has happened yet.

“Alright, let’s get started!” The teacher began. “I want you to think about a line in space…”

God, I’m bored all ready. He’s giving the 1D line in 3D space talk. I already had geometry. Suddenly there was a tap on my shoulder from my left. It was Emily.

She was holding a dildo, pink and long with a suction cup bottom, with a note that said ‘for taylor’. The dildo was forced into my hand and like a game of hot potato I passed in on nearly shaking in disbelief. What the fuck?

Next to me Taylor waited for the professor’s back to turn, and lifted herself up in her seat, planted the 10 inch dildo on her chair, and sat down. She led out a long sigh. As the professor wrote on the board, the dirty blonde Taylor grinded on the dildo, her ass gyrating.

***What the fuck?***

Next thing I knew, Emily also was passed a similar dildo, and sat down on it just like Taylor. They spent the class grinding and even bouncing.

***What. The. Fuck?***

My bewilderment as the bell rang was indescribable. Before they got up, their panties were shifted such as the dildo would stay inside them as they got up, and their short skirts were only barely were long enough to hide it.

I could only slowly walk to my next class. I don’t… just, what? God, why was it *me* who had to sit between those two.

My next class was English 2, not far away.

I sat down again a three person table, glacing at the girls on my left and right as they arrived. They seemed perfectly normal, but then again, so did Emily and Taylor.

English was, as boring as it is, very normal. Nothing happened as far as I can tell. Then it was gym, and then lunch. Everything was normal. Am I going insane here?

Eventually the day was over and I went back to my dorm. I hadn’t actually met my roomate yet, we arrived at different times. When I opened the door, there she was however, raven black hair – it was that girl Emily. Oh I cannot believe this.

“Okay, quick question, but why are you passing and riding dildo’s first thing in the morning?

“You think I should’ve waited until second hour?”

“You know what I mean!” I shouted.

“Look its nice to meet you too, roomie. But clearly you are not, well, *familiar* with this school.”

“You have one in you right now, don’t you?” I asked.

“Well in the once existent peaceful sanctuary of our dorm room, I didn’t see a problem with putting one or two in me.”

“God damn it, what is wrong with you?” I said, pushing past her towards my bed.

Emily was silent as I slammed my backpack down and my clothes, stuttering and mumbling in frustration. She walked up behind me.

I turned around to find her face very close. My heart fluttered for some reason. Ignore that!

“What the hell are you…” I asked. I was leaning back against the bed. Trying to keep my distance away from her, but I held there. Its like she had cornered me, but I still had room to move away. Why aren’t you moving damn it?

She leaned in. Is this it? Oh god, she’s looking at my lips. Is this the one? The first? No no no, why her? Why now?

Her lips pressed into mine. Oh god oh no.

Her soft lips were so warm to the touch. They were… heavenly. I felt butterflies all over my body, everything relaxed. Her body pressed into mine, her warm skin was… oh my…

She pulled back, releasing me from her prison of warmth.

“Feeling a little more relaxed now? Okay, get this. Almost all of the girls you saw walking around today, walked around all day with dildos in them. Their ass, their pussy, either one. I’m not the weird one here, you are.”

She gave me a peck on the cheek.

“Still stunned? Was that your first kiss? That’s okay. Look at you, fiesty Amber. One little kiss and you turn from total dom to total sub. You want more don’t you?”

And there again she kissed me. Her wet tongue entered my mouth, it made me feel like I wasn’t even standing. My body shook. I liked it, i liked it way more than it was supposed too…

Her kisses were rough and sloppy, her face pressed tightly against mine as our saliva mixed over each other’s red lips. She had so much fire in her, so much passion, and her mouth was wet; her saliva was so plentiful it dripped down my chin, it felt like it lubricated our lips closer together.

She pulled off again, leaving a strand of wet saliva between our mouths. With my lips left open she slowly put her finger in my mouth. I should be fighting, but I can’t… something won’t let me. I’m under a spell. Her spell.

“Aren’t you so precious?” Emily says, smiling. Her voice was light and heavenly, warm like a mothers voice. I hadn’t ever heard such a motherly tone, especially not from *my* mother.

Her finger is pressing deeper into my mouth, to my throat. Its at the back of my throat. I gag on her finger, my face contorting with discomfort, but still I can’t bring myself to fight. She holds her finger there, I keep gagging, it feels as though my mouth fills with saliva. I cough, and look down, as the thick, white spit leaks into her hand. She keeps her finger in my wet mouth, as she tilts her head back licks the spit off her hand into her mouth.

Once again her finger presses, gagging me harder. I feel the build up of saliva again, sticky and wet, when her lips meet mine and take more of my saliva in her mouth. As she kisses me she forces the mouthful of wetness into me, I force it back in a kiss, and we keep swapping the saliva back and forth, at each pass, there only seems to be more. It’s all over our faces, dripping off of our jaws unto our breasts below pressed together with a warm wet embrace.

She releases the kiss again, with the built up saliva left in my mouth.

“Keep that in your mouth.”

She grabs me by the hair, pulling me over to her bed. She grabs a clear, wide, plastic bowl and places it at the edge of the bed.

“Spit it out.”

I release the thick spit from my mouth into the bowl, its thick and sticky and white, god did all of that come from gagging me?

Suddenly Emily wrapped her arm around my throat, holding me bend over the bowl in a lock. This time two fingers probe my mouth.

“Oh fuck yeah. I’m gonna milk that virgin throat of yours.”

Her fingers go farther than ever, I feel my body convulsing in her grip, but she holds me firm over the bowl, my neck trapped in her hold. The gag spit flows from my mouth, I feel my eyes tearing up, my face red. All I can do is stare as she milks me, the saliva is thick and slowly fills the bowl.

“Feel those hips moving? I think someone likes it.” She said, but thats not the reason… oh no no no no no don’t please!

“Oh my god! You’re pissing yourself! Oh what a beautiful sight. Its okay, I love it. Let it all out baby girl, thats what this all about. Oh, and we’ve got that bowl half-filled already. You’re such a good girl.” Emily said. Her words haunted and soothed me. I hated her and liked her.

“I guess halffull will have to do for now.” She released me from her fingers, but not from my hold. I was forced to stare down at my saliva, filling up the bowl. I could barely breath.

She pulled me up to eye level.

“Oh whats wrong sweetie? A little uncomfortable? A little out of breath?”

I said nothing, only stared.

“Oh that look is so precious! You’re broken. No hate, just submission. Oh come here.”

She gave me a kiss and a long hug.

“Lets set you down on your bed.”

She let me lay back on the bed, tucked me in.

“Ohhh. Look at you. So warm and precious.” Emily said. “Don’t worry, I promise next week you can dom out on me if you want.”

Just then I heard four distinct beeps on the door, and taylor walked in. The two greeting each other with a kiss.

“Check out what my roomie’s throat put out.”
Emily said.

“That’s so much spit!” Taylor fawned, laughing.

The two gathered around the bowl, backs to me, bent over and began to eat out of it like animals. Their faces buried in the sloppy gag-spit, violently slurping and swallowing it down. As they were bent over, their skirts lifted up, to reveal their lacey panties, and each of the two had two circular outlines, of massive toys buried in their holes.

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