Black Screen Pt. 01

From the author: Before you begin just quickly clarifying a few things

. Firstly, all characters presented in this series are over 18.

. Secondly, the story is set in the UK so expect "mum" not "mom" and so on.

. Thirdly, if you've clicked on this expecting a nice romantic or even consensual story you're better off not reading. I don't see how you'd wind up here accidentally since I made it pretty clear what kind of story it is but maybe you have a thing for black screens or something and thought you'd try your luck. If so please contact me about writing a piece about a man and his soulmate, the black screen. It'll be like the notebook but for black screen lovers.

Anyway, have fun!

Prologue

The normal temperature of a human body is around 37° C or, if you're American, 98.6° F. When the core body temperature goes below 35° C the person is at high risk of developing hypothermia. At 0° C you have reached the triple point of H2O, where water begins to freeze, becoming a solid. At −38.83° C Mercury also freezes and enters a solid state. At -183° C the Oxygen we breathe becomes a liquid and then at -218.8° C this liquid Oxygen freezes. Finally, at -273.15° C you have reached 0 Kelvin, the temperature where all internal kinetic energy reaches zero, the atoms themselves cease to move and it is no longer possible for it to get any colder...

This was roughly how cold Anne felt as she knelt naked under Mr Dickens desk.

Some of the blame could be placed on the school building they were in, which was old, draughty and lacked any decent heating system. Some of the blame could also be given to the weather, which was holding a harsh winter grip over the UK for so long the memory of sunlight had become foggy. However, the bulk of the blame could be put on her teacher, who had taken her clothes away leaving her without a stitch in a room where everyone else wore at least 2 or 3 layers.

This was not how her day was meant to go.

Fuck, she was freezing! Every inch of her naked body sported goosebumps and her nipples were now painfully erect. All Anne wanted to do was hug her arms around herself and try to create some warmth but she kept them locked behind her back instead. Always keep your hands behind your back or behind your head when giving a man your mouth to use; that is what her tormentor had drilled into her.

Considering everything her situation could be worse. Under the desk was probably warmer than if she were out in the open and bobbing up and down on Mr Dickens disgusting cock was gradually making her warmer still.

At least her second life was still a secret... mostly.

Being cold was a strange thing to be concerned about while her head was buried in her teacher's crotch. She was just one loud noise away from everyone in the class finding out she was not at home wrapped up in a blanket with a bowl of soup and a bad cold, and had actually stayed in school as the teacher's desk slave on her owner's orders. Hearing them walking around and taking their seats, finishing up their arguments or indulging in hushed gossip was bringing an uncomfortable familiarity to this surreal situation. She could hear Beth laughing just a few feet away as Gary serenaded her with a tone deaf rendition of some song or jingle she couldn't recall. These were her friends and she should be among them!

The laughing continued without her.

Everything about her life was strange these days. Normality went out the window with her dignity, resistance and any control she had over her body long ago. Now she was just a slut sucking off her teacher while he taught her unknowing classmates, including the only person that still mattered to her.

"Hey, where is Anne?"

"Ill. She went home before English."

Anne was not within earshot to hear this exchange between Tom Rider and her own, oblivious boyfriend; preoccupied as she was, she was struggling to make out any conversation at all. If she had heard them it would have sent a shiver down her spine that even a room this freezing could not match.

In a relationship you partially adopt your boyfriend's friends, and of all Adam's friends Tom was the hardest to swallow. He was creepy in a way Adam refused to acknowledge. It was the way he smiled at her, the way he let his hands graze her body if she got too close, and the way he LOOKED at her, it all creeped Anne the fuck out. Adam had waved away her complaints when she told him. Tom was harmless, he said. Anne was unsure how harmless he was, but she was certain he was far from chivalrous.

Tom on the other hand had a very different opinion on her.

From the day Adam introduced his new girlfriend to him Tom knew he had to fuck her. Her innocence, the fire behind her eyes, her beauty she was too shy to show off. Through and through she was his type of girl. A perfect lady to tame into a thirsty slut, but it was becoming clear to him someone else had beaten him to it.

A month ago he could only imagine what she would look like if she lost the jeans and wore tight, short skirts instead, showing off her nice long legs and fucking amazing ass, but now that was all she seemed to wear. That alone was enough to make Tom have less room in his pants but the expression she wore while dressed that way did something else to him. Anne looked uncomfortable and broken, she constantly tried to pull down the skirts and move in such a way to show less thigh but it never worked. Someone was making her dress this way and it wasn't her boyfriend that much was clear.

It was disappointing she wasn't in today to show Tom a new, slutty outfit. He had been hoping her Master would push more boundaries, maybe make her wear something see-through and give him a better glimpse of her ass but today wasn't that day.

Adam didn't even look up when he told Tom she went home ill. Tom knew he wasn't taking his girlfriend's changes well but he wasn't sure if Adam knew someone else had taken control of her yet. Knowing him, he was probably clueless.

Tom didn't really care that she was cheating on his friend. Should the two of them break up and a chance to have Anne appeared, he would fuck over his friendship with Adam almost as quickly as he would fuck the little slut. Hell, he would do it even if they didn't break up, he didn't care anymore. He needed to find her Master and get in on the action quickly. The only issue was how...

The teacher cleared his throat to bring everyone's attention to him. Slowly all other noise in the room faded to silence and all Anne could hear for a brief moment was the soft suction sound of her wet mouth being used, too soft for anyone but her and Mr Dickens to hear.

And so the lesson began.

She couldn't help but be impressed with the older man's composure, she was on her knees gagging on his dick like a professional pornstar and he didn't skip a beat as he started teaching the class. Not a flinch or a waver in tone, he stayed on topic and over the next few minutes managed to carry a very insightful class debate. Anne knew somewhere in that room her boyfriend was listening to the grey teacher, completely unaware that Mr Dickens had his girlfriend sucking his cock with a training and skill he himself was no longer allowed to experience.

The memory was a gut punch, almost stopping the bobbing of her head.

Almost.

Anne hadn't heard his voice among the crowd that had walked in, maybe he skipped the lesson?

The teacher brought his hand under the desk as he was mid-sentence and clicked his fingers twice. Anne had seemingly been well drilled because she was sucking on his balls before his hand made it back to his desk, which is what the double click meant for her to do in this situation.

Two clicks meant switch. While giving a man a blowjob this specifically meant switch from cock to balls or vice versa. Sucking the balls was the only time she was allowed to use her hands, she brought forward her right hand and worked the shaft while her tongue worked its magic on her teacher's disgusting, wrinkly sack. Luckily, she had learned the skill not to gag at the smell after many punishments.

Anne tried to pay attention to what he was saying. Mr Dickens had made it clear he expected her to listen and learn along with all the other students while also giving every morsel of her energy to pleasuring his cock. Women can multitask right? Anne was finding it tricky but she knew he would test her afterwards and she refused to give him an excuse to punish her. So she teased his balls with her tongue trying not to cringe at the taste and firmly jacked the shaft of his dick to substitute the work her mouth had previously been doing.

He must be close by now.

"Alright guys let's have a change of pace." Mr Dickens clicked his fingers twice more and Anne went back to sucking him off with her hands behind her. "Who here can think of an action that is always, that is to say in any situation, morally wrong."

Silence met him.

"Come on now don't be shy... Go on Matt."

"Murder?" An uncertain voice answered from behind her.

"Murder, interesting. Raise your hand here if you agree with Matt that murder is always morally wrong."

Anne could tell no one raised their hands. She kept sucking his cock.

"So why do you think murder is always morally wrong?"

Mr Dickens clicked once under the desk, this indicated she was to bring one of the hands she kept behind her back and start rubbing her clit. If a speed was not specified then she was to do so nice and slowly. She obeyed and found it soaking, which was regrettably unsurprising. It felt so good and she felt so horrible that that was the case at all. How could she enjoy this?

Anne couldn't answer that, but on the bright side she was really beginning to warm up now.

Matt was struggling to reply. "I don't know I was just trying to give an answer."

There were a few chuckles and Mr Dickens joined them. "I commend you for your effort. Your response wasn't incorrect, there are no wrong or right answers here, only perspectives. What I assume everyone who didn't raise their hand is thinking is that there are certain scenarios where it is okay to kill, for instance in self-defence, in defence of others, or in retribution for a horrific act like if someone had killed Hitler or if someone would kill that slimy Brazilian waiter who stole my ex-wife."

The 'joke' was met with a few awkward laughs. Mr Dickens held up 3 fingers under the desk for only Anne to see, directing her to speed up her masturbation. She started rubbing her clit faster under the desk.

The number of fingers designated how fast she was to rub her clit or finger herself. "1" was nice and slow and "5" was the fastest she could possibly manage. If a man did not indicate a speed when telling her to start she was to automatically start on "1" which was the speed she was on before Mr Dickens sped her up to "3". Anne had effectively been trained to have her own settings like a vibrator. The thought was humiliating. She suppressed a groan around her teacher's dick and worked her fingers at a "3" speed.

"Anyone else?" Mr Dickens pushed for an answer.

"Wearing Crocs!" Someone yelled and everyone laughed again. Anne still couldn't make out Adam's laughter amongst the crowd.

Dickens chuckled. "I quite like them myself but everyone has their own taste. Give me another, who's got one?"

Somewhere behind a chirpy, airheaded voice chimed in.

"Cheating."

Liza's answer was met with a few murmurs of approval.

Anne's face went red, but she was quickly met with Mr Dickens open hand indicating she was to rub her pussy as fast as she could. He was turning up her setting to a "5". She hesitated for a brief moment, and then started rubbing her clit with a furious speed as instructed. Her boyfriend and her classmates were going to discuss how horrible it was to cheat while she gave their teacher a blowjob and Mr Dickens was going to make her struggle not to cum for the duration of the discussion.

"Interesting. So who here agrees with Liza that cheating is always morally wrong?"

Apparently there was at least one person who didn't raise their hand. Mr Dickens challenged him to explain his point of view but the student gave him a weak response and quickly changed his position on the matter.

Anne couldn't even recognise who it was that spoke. She almost doubted she would have noticed someone was speaking at all had she not been trying to listen. Her world was being taken over by the pleasure coursing from her sex. She prayed no one could overhear her but someone had to, she was so wet the whole school could probably hear her. Anne still didn't slow down as the sounds of her sex echoed under the desk.

On the other side of the room Tom the creep wasn't paying attention either, lazy as he was. He was listening though, and under all the discussion and background noise he heard something out of place.

Tom looked around the room quite startled. What the hell? It sounded like... someone was being fingered in an adjacent room?

"So Liza why would you say it is always morally wrong to cheat."

Her answer was firm. "It's a betrayal of the trust your partner, who loves you more than anyone else in the world, had in you."

"What if the partner in question has been in a coma for a year and shows no signs of waking soon? Is it wrong for them to move on?"

"If they move on then the relationship is technically over and it's not cheating. If they still considered them their boyfriend and they did it anyway then that is cheating and that is morally wrong."

"Brilliant points Liza well done. That's not to say you're right, as I said before there are no right answers. Raise your hand here if you're in a relationship."

Anne could just imagine Adam back there raising his hand, thinking of her. She felt sick, though gagging around a cock probably added to that. Her hand was beginning to feel ridged and sore but she kept the speed up, obediently. She was so close to cumming, she didn't know how much longer she could even last.

Mr Dickens pointed to someone. "And how long have you been with your girlfriend?"

"Half a year maybe."

Oh no.

That was Adam's voice! She paused for a brief second before carrying on.

The teacher laughed. "You should keep track of that or you'll get in trouble one day." Everyone laughed with him. "And how would you feel if she cheated on you?"

Anne kept sucking his cock. She could barely hold back any longer, she needed to cum!

"Honestly I couldn't even imagine that because I know she never would." Adam replied.

Her face flushed redder as she took it deep into her throat. Her hand found a sensitive spot and she shivered and groaned. Please order her to stop! She was going to cum! She was going to collapse any second.

"Well then you're a lucky guy!" Mr Dickens reached down again but this time simply cupped her firm tit in his hand and started squeezing it, moulding it in his fingers. No one in the class had a clue he was doing so. "Can't say I've ever had a relationship where I had that much faith in the girl." He teased Adam while secretly jiggling the loyal girlfriend in question's breasts under the desk with his sweaty fingers.

The rest of his words were drowned out. Anne couldn't concentrate anymore, not even when Adam kept on talking to reply to another question. She didn't want to cum here. She wasn't allowed to cum here. She wasn't allowed to cum at all without permission. But she was about to... she was about to... about to...

Anne moaned around his cock too loudly. Mr Dickens glanced down and shot her daggers with his eyes. She knew her boyfriend was still speaking about some morality shit. She didn't care she just needed to cum! She couldn't hold back any longer. This was it. Her body had given up.

Tom was certain now that he wasn't imagining it. That was a moan. He turned to look at Adam but his friend was busy talking. He looked around, no one else was noticing either. Liza had an odd expression but he couldn't be certain if that was because she heard the same thing he did or it was something else. But where was it coming from?

Anne kept rubbing like the slut she was.

The potential consequences flashed before her. The class discovering her under the desk, the look of horror on her friend's faces, disgust from others, and Adam... stone faced and betrayed.

Her hand was cramping up but she kept going fast.

Liza and her friends would laugh, Tom would take pictures to be spread around the school and she would have no shoulders to cry on.

She couldn't stop, she couldn't...

Kicked out... Bullied... Having to face her mum....

Oh god, she thought.Oh fuck.

And... She would be... Punished... Severely...

Ohh fuckk!

And with one final stroke, she came under her teacher's desk.

Some time ago.

The city was silent tonight. Anne and Adam had stayed out later than they usually were prone to, giggling and reminiscing long after they finished their meal. The waitress half-heartedly tried to urge the couple to leave when it became clear they weren't ordering dessert but the poor girl wasn't very assertive. They ended up lingering for an hour before giving up their warm seats to a cute elderly couple and heading out into the cold.

Shadows danced around the inside of the taxi as the driver turned the corner, bearing down on Anne's house. She gazed out the window and took in all the moving lights with a tipsy bliss. It had been a magical evening, Adam really had found a gem in that little Chinese place; the food, the aesthetic, the atmosphere; it was all... perfect.

Beside her he gave her hand a squeeze.

"We're here."

Anne smiled at him.Yes I know you dumbass, I can recognise my own street. He had done a wonderful job tonight though, no need to tease him for stating the obvious.

The driver pulled up beside Anne's house and they dragged themselves out of the taxi. All the lights were off inside which meant her stepbrother was either asleep or he was out.

Thank God for that.

She waited somewhat impatiently for Adam to finish paying the driver. THIS is the part of the night she had been anticipating. Not the dinner, not the talking, just what came after.

Finally he waved off the fat, middle-aged driver and walked over to her with a quizzical expression. "What's with that look?" He asked.

"What look?"

"THAT look! Like I've done something wrong."

Anne smiled at her oblivious boyfriend. "Oh it's nothing like that. I just think you look really cute all dressed up like that."

"Oh." He broke out into a big, cheesy grin suddenly too proud of himself for wearing a shirt. "Well that's alright then!"

She giggled and quickly pulled him in for a kiss. Months of dating meant she'd beaten him out of the habit of using enough tongue to invade a small nation and transformed him into quite the competent make out artist. Now he was the perfect balance of firm and gentle, passionate and comforting. The kiss sent a certain warmth through her body and almost tempted her to never let go.

It hadn't always been this easy. In fact, it had been a long road for her to get to this point. Anne had had no time for guys in her life; her mother had always made that clear...

But her mother wasn't home.

Kissing him here was normal since her front door had become an honorary make out spot before they said goodbye. What wasn't normal was that today was the first time after many, many, many dates that she finally had the opportunity to skip the goodbye and actually bring him inside.

Anne broke away from his soft, warm lips but kept her hands clasped behind his neck. "I'm so glad I've finally got you to myself while my parents aren't in."

Silence and a guilty look was not the response she was expecting.

Uh oh, she thought. "What?"