Chrissy Martinez, Latina Stud Ch. 02

This second part answers the question of how Chrissy began her quest of conquering and dominating busty, mature women and turning them into her sex slaves. Her first conquest: Her Calculus teacher, Mrs. Dalton)...

Chrissy is so pissed she can spit nails! She paces her bedroom like a caged tigress, staring over and over again at her latest Calculus exam: C-! Her dad will go ballistic when he sees this; he'll probably demand the keys to Chrissy's new Alero, and maybe even ground her until her grades improve. A strict diciplinarian, Ramon Martinez is Mexican immigrant who has "made good"; both he and his wife Sylvia had come to the U.S. with $100 between them and very limited English skills; through 18- hour days and some serious penny-pinching, they've built the most successful janitorial business in the region in just five years time. They expect the best of their five children, and though they did spoil the kids somewhat, they still expect them all to excel in their studies and one day surpass their parents' achievements.

Ramon, Jr, Antonio, and Nadia have graduated with straight As from the U of Washington, and help run the highly-successful Martinez Janitorial and Supply; Roberto is in his junior year and well on the way to following in his siblings' footsteps. Christina (Chrissy) is the youngest, and the most spoiled, and though her dad gives her much more lee-way as the "baby" of the family, he will have no problem stripping her of some of her privileges if her grades deviate an iota from the A's he is used to seeing on her grade reports.

The willful young latina is not having that!! She stalks over to her closet and pulls-off her sweat suit. She selects an Allen Iverson jersey and a pair of baggy jeans, but before putting them on, she pulls-out a long wooden box hidden in the back of her closet. She digs through an assortment of butt-plugs, anal beads, vibrators, and strapon-dildos, and selecting one of the strap-ons, a 10" long, thick rubber dong made of heavy-duty rubber, straps it around her slender middle. As she does, she remembers how she had butt-fucked her mother to a multiple orgasms the night before (Sylvia Martinez is a typical Latin beauty, and quite well-stacked for a 43 yr old mother of five-more on that later!) while her dad slept soundly in the next room, courtesy of some sleeping pills dropped into his brandy. She has developed quite a taste for mature women with big breasts and big butts (not overweight, but voluptuously-curved), and plowing those butts was her way of establishing dominance. A pair of clogs complete her outfit, and Chrissy heads over to her teacher, Mrs. Walton's house, determined to fuck her into changing that Calculus grade, if necessary....

Fresh from her shower , Chrissy's mom is putting on her lingerie in preparation for her husband's arrival from the office. She has two hours before he arrives, and so she isn't rushed, but needs to get started on dinner soon. As she bends slightly to attach a garter-clasp, she grimaces at the deep, sluggish pain the movement awakens in her rectum; her baby girl has been especially rough with her lately, and after seven days of non-stop anal sex, her poor rear-end is raw and very sore, courtesy of Chrissy's large collection of "toys". Sylvia had been a virgin back there until a week ago, and she is very conflicted about having sex of any kind with her own child, but the utter forbidden aspect of the act; the depravity of it, is what shames her most.

She knows it is too late to put an end to the "affair"; despite betraying her dear Ramon, despite the simple fact that it is WRONG to have sexual relations with the child she has carried and birthed; she also knows, deep inside, that she has developed a craving for the lewd act, that she hungers for the deep, hard, pounding penetration of her most intimate orifice, more than she has ever craved the big, hard cock of her beloved husband. She attaches the remaining, three garters, then straightens-up to

view her reflection in the full-length mirror: her lustrous black hair, free of any hint of gray, cascades past her shoulders to the middle of her back. Her cheekbones are high and prominent, and there are just the hint of the beginning of "crow's feet" at the edges of her dark brown eyes. Her breasts are, in a word, ENORMOUS; though he continues to deny it, after 22 years of marriage, Sylvia has no doubts that part of the reason Ramon married her is her 48F bra size(she was a 44E as a new bride) and her large, well-shaped rear end. After five children, she weighs only 145 pounds, and has worked hard to maintain that weight. Ramon loves to show her off, and rightly so.

Her massive jugs are capped by dark, purplish-brown areola the size of coffee-cup saucers and two inch long nipples; she can see why Chrissy can't seem to get enough of them. She is proud that after suckling five infants, she can detect only the slightest hint of sag. Many of the other mothers she knows have long succumbed to the effects of gravity; she is glad of her "good genes". She grins ruefully at the faint teeth marks and the large, reddish-purple "hickies" on each nipple, the results of her youngest child's voracious appetite for her big titties. If Ramon wants sex tonight, she will have to figure-out a way to keep her bra on.

Her big behind, framed by the straps of her black garter-belt, is milky-white and cellulite-free, and still bouncy and firm. While Ramon is coffee-and-creamed colored, Sylvia is lighter-skinned than some Caucasians, a legacy of her Spanish origins. She rouses herself from her musings and finishes dressing: wrestling her impossibly-large breasts into a matching black lace bra, and stepping into a wispy thong of the same color; she feels deliciously naughty as she moves into the bedroom she shares with Ramon to put on her dress and shoes.

Betty Dalton is searching for a dress to wear to her husband Mike's celebration dinner at an exclusive downtown restaurant; he's been promoted to Regional Sales Manager, that same morning, and had called Betty at school to give her the good news. The dress had to be tasteful, but not too staid, and she finds what she's looking for just as she hears a slightly-accented voice call-out loudly from the living room:

"WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU, BITCH?"

(After driving to her teacher's street, Chrissy parks a block away and arrives at the Dalton's backdoor after by navigating through a few of their neighbors backyards. She uses a lock-pick her "bad" cousin Maura had given her (Maura is quite adept at both picking locks and using a strapon-you'll have to wait until part iii to see what I mean!) to gain entrance to the house's interior. She listens for movement, then quietly cracks-open the door leading to the two car garage to her left: there is only one car parked in there, her teacher's 4Runner, so Chrissy will have complete privacy to carry out her plan.

She creeps to through the kitchen and into the living room, where she calls-out in a loud voice...)

"WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU, BITCH?"

Betty Dalton is wearing her "special" lingerie to reward Mike for his promotion: lace bra, french cut panties, garterbelt, stockings, and two inch pumps, all fire-engine red, except the shoes. A 39 year old mother of three, Betty Dalton is a stunning vision in the exotic underwear: she wears a 42DD bra, and though she will win no prizes as "Most Fit, USA", she has very little extra body fat. Her waist is 30", her hips and butt 40", a result of two days a week in their home gym (this to ward-off any penchant Mike might have to look for a "trophy wife" as he nears his fifties). She is a bit self-conscious of her abundant curves, but Mike seems very satisfied, though lately, his campaign for this promotion has left little time for intimacy. While three times a week had been their norm, they haven't "done it" in two weeks, after Mike's angling for the new position really picked-up steam. Betty isn't worried; things will return to normal once the dust settles. She's shocked out of her reverie by the loud yell from downstairs. She hurries across the room and out the door, big breasts jogging heavily in their bra cups, and stops at the top of the stairs. What she sees shocks the daylights out of her:

Christina Martinez, one her students, is somehow in her home, dressed in that distasteful (to Betty) "hip-hop" style young people seem to be obsessed with. Betty starts down the stairs, forgetting that she's dressed only in her underwear. "What do you think you are doing, young lady?" she demands, getting angry. "How did you get in here? Your parents are not going to be happy when I call them about this" she rants on, striding-up to Chrissy, pointing a manicured finger in the young latina's face.

Chrissy eyes the sexy bitch coming toward her with lustful eyes; she couldn't have orchestrated this any better if she'd sketched it out herself. She is gonna fuck the SHIT out of this big-titted bitch!

Chrissy waits until she is within a foot of where she is standing before going into action: She stuns the out-raged teacher with a hard, round-house slap with her right hand, then repeats the blow with her left. Staggered, Betty cries out and lifts her hands to protect her face. Chrissy steps-out of her shoes and delivers a perfectly-placed kick to the blonde woman's soft belly, doubling her over.

"Ooooof!" The math teacher stumbles in her high heels, stunned by the suddenness and viciousness of the attack. She falls to her knees, tears steaming down her face and streaking her make-up.

"Please, Christina!" she begs holding out her hands, "Please stop hitting me!" she wheezes.

"I'll say this once, bitch" Chrissy replies coldly. "You WILL change that grade to an "A", and you will do it tomorrow. If you don't, I will beat your white ass to a pulp and then fuck you; if you do, I'll just fuck you"

Gasping for breath, the huge-titted teacher glances around wildly for some way to escape; her eyes fall on the telephone a few feet away. Chrissy is way ahead of her. Moving forward, she rains open-handed slaps on the defenseless educator's face, neck, and head until she screams for mercy.

"I'LL DO IT!" she sobs, "I'LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT; I BEG YOU, PLEASE DON'T HURT ME ANYMORE!"

"You made me hurt my hand, slut" Chrissy tells her, unzipping her jeans and freeing her big cock.

"Now you're gonna get fucked raw. Get those panties off and get on your fucking all fours"

The battered teacher never considers disobeying; she rips the skimpy underwear off and cowers at Chrissy's feet. Her eyes widen at the sight of the huge phallus-like object affixed to the beautiful student's waist; " What in the world is that?" she wonders. She doesn't dare speak though; she doesn't want a repeat of the past few minutes events. She is now so afraid of another pummeling that she will do anything to prevent another one.

"Turn the other way, dumb ass" the dominant student orders.

She digs her slims fingers between the blonde's big cheeks and spreads them roughly-apart, exposing her wrinkled brown anal pucker. Chrissy can tell it has never been violated: she's developed a keen eye for such things in her recent adventures. She leans down and laps hungrily at the virgin backdoor; Mrs. Dalton shudders, but was too afraid to speak, lest Chrissy start beating her again.

The depraved teen snacks on the tasty morsel as if it is a gourmet delicacy, and despite herself, the kneeling teacher is getting hot. She is shocked into immobility at Chrissy's next words:

"WRAP YOUR ASSHOLE AROUND THIS, TEACH!!!"

TO BE CONTINUED...