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College Studies

By: Rattlesnake1775



Markus leaned back in his chair, stretching out. Finally done with that damn paper, he thought. Standing, he walked around the room a couple of times, then decided that he really needed to get out. He had been cooped up in the damn room since coming back from class before lunch, and had not left since. Even the air tasted stale to him. But all his work was done, and he could do something else now.

Slipping into his running shoes, he walked outside, realizing for the first time that the sun was setting. Damn. He set off at a slow pace, building to his full speed as he headed down the hill that the college sat on. His feet beat out a steady rhythm as he traveled down the main street of the small town that had provided support to the school, turning to hit the trail along the river. River was actually a pretty strong term for the trickle of water, but what did he care? He was a business major, not environmental studies.

Coming back up on the backside of campus, he ran by the buildings letting out students from their evening classes, several dorms lit up by students inside, finally coming to a stop before his own home. 

Probert Hall was the oldest dorm on campus, and it showed in the high ceilings and elaborate moldings. The whole building looked like a miniature Biltmore, but it was considered an honor to live there. To get in, you had to apply, show great academic promise, and all that horse shit. Everybody in the building at communal dinner, and professors came down to talk to the students, encourage their studies, and provide support. 

He hated that whole part, but the academic opportunities truly were great, and the interactions with the professors' fun. A couple of Graduate Assistants and brand new instructors actually lived in one wing of the building, so if you had a question you could just walk down the hall.

One such GA was Andrea Clausen, who was sitting on the porch as he walked up. She was still dressed in her school clothes, as she called them, fashionable heels along with a dark skirt, and a matching top and jacket. She waved to the boy when he walked up, and he headed in her direction. Andrea was the TA for his Economics class, which he had slaved over all afternoon.

"What's up Markus?"

"Nothing much. Just trying to relax after finishing that paper."

"How did it go?"

"Pretty good. I think I got my idea across."

"I can look at it if you want."

"Really? Can I bring it by after dinner?"

"That'd be fine. Just bring it to dinner, we can take it up to my room and look at it afterwards."

Markus thanked her, then walked inside, needing a shower before they rung the bell for dinner. She watched him go, watched strong legs propel a narrow waist forward, watched his shoulders roll with each movement, and licked her lips. He would do nicely for her appetite. Very nicely.

Dinner was a form of controlled chaos, with people sitting at long tables that were clustered into three groups in the big hall. There was no assigned seating, but the instructors and GA's spread themselves evenly throughout the room for maximum interaction with the students. Markus had to wait until dinner was over to find Andrea, and she told him to meet her upstairs in a couple of minutes.

He killed the time reading over his paper one more time, trying to decide if his argument for property rights reform was really all that solid, then knocked on her door, and entered when she pulled the door open.

Unlike undergrad rooms, she lived by herself. So instead of two beds, there was a bed and a couch, and only one desk, which was bigger then his. She also had a TV stand, and a small dresser. He commented on her set up, and she laughed.

"It does have its advantages. Education pays off." She smiled, then took the paper and dropped onto the couch, waving with her hand for him to do the same. While she read, chewing on the end of a red marker, he took the time to look her over again.

Andrea was an attractive young woman, with brunette hair that reached halfway down her back, tanned skin, and lively brown eyes. Her small nose and prominent lips sat upon a face that smiled most of the time, a most pleasant smile. The rest of her body was not bad, either, with a nice chest, flat stomach, and legs that were well formed and toned. She had slipped out of her professional outfit from earlier, and the gray boy shorts she wore now hung close to her hips, with the pink t-shirt revealing her tummy, and the glittering navel ring she sported.

"Very good." Her voice interrupted his ogling of her body, and he wondered if he had been caught. "Couple small things. Here on the second page, you explain property reform in Chile, but you don't go anywhere with it." She pointed out the page, and he scooted closer to get a look. Scratching his head, he tried to remember what he had been trying to say, but he suddenly realized that he could see down her top, and that her tits were beckoning him.

Before his mouth dropped open he managed to catch himself, and said something about bad editing and Pinochet, and growth of poverty. She only smiled, flipped the page, and asked about establishment of the rule of law and property rights in Somalia, sending his brain spinning again.

She had scooted closer to him, and her body was now pressed against his, the only thing separating her tit from his arm being the thin fabric of her t-shirt. He could feel the heat, feel her breath across his skin, and smell her hair. His cock was rock hard in his pants.

Again he managed to mumble some answer, and again she only smiled. Standing slowly, she walked right in front of him, her ass shaking its way across the room as she picked up one of the classes textbooks, and came back over to him. He leaned back, hoping his boner did not show, as she stood right in front of him, flipping through the pages.

He was painfully hard now, his cock twitching in his pants, as he was almost perfectly eye level with her crotch, looking at it, his young mind racing in circles with sexual overload. She was sliding the pen she had been chewing on in and out of her lips in a subconscious demonstration of an obscene act, and he almost started sweating.

"Here, here it is." She turned so he could read the page, bending forward to bring it closer to him. His eyes tried to track her fingers, but her tits were right above the paper, looking down at him, and he could not resist but look back. He could see her hard nipples trying to poke through, and he was not strong enough to focus his concentration. So he only muttered in agreement, and promised himself to look it up later. There were only seven hundred pages in the book, how hard to find could one paragraph be?

She turned back around, but instead of replacing the book, she sat down, dropping into his lap. He almost moaned out as her firm ass pushed against his cock, but he just bit his tongue instead, as she flipped to another page, and pointed out another passage.

With all his mental might he focused on the written words, trying to string them together into coherent sentences, trying to make them make sense, trying to pull the lesson here, but his mind failed him as all blood was recalled from one head, and sent to another. She was subtly shifting herself, moving around on his lap, and it felt as if she was jacking him off.

He was about to lose it when she stood up, placed the book back in its place, picked up his essay, and handed it to him.

"Any other questions?"

"No, aahhh. No. Thank you." He stood slowly, not sure if he might lose it yet or not, as he walked to the door. She was saying something about class tomorrow, and he nodded. The door seemed to be calling for him, his escape. Was it only him, or was it hot in here? He did not have the moisture in his mouth to say anything, then he was at the door, pulling it open.

"See you tomorrow." She smiled at him again, that million-watt smile that seemed to just kick him into neutral, make him stand still and smile back. He felt her hand on his ass, and it felt like fire, as he almost fled her room.

He did not know it, but behind him she closed the door slowly, locking it. Walking back over to the couch, she sat where he had sat moments before, closing her eyes as she slipped her hand into her shorts. The poor boy had been about to blow his load, it had been so delicious. Her fingers found her clit, and she squeezed herself, her mind reeling with the feeling, and the sensation of power she had held over him. Yes, he would do nicely

The Econ room was an efficient modern classroom, with the tables set up in a square, so that everybody could look at each other. Everybody came into the room, sat down wherever they felt like, and then pulled out their laptops, one of the things that the school was big into. The wireless network that covered the whole campus was an integral part of this class.

After everybody logged in, they would download the notes for the class for that day, unless you were a super-student, then you already had them. Markus did not consider himself a super-student, but when he checked his emails in the morning, he would normally go ahead and get all his notes for classes for that day.

So he slipped into his chair with time to spare, pulled out the Dell, folded it open, and waited for his log into come up. He used XP, and had two profiles set up on his machine, one called Student, one called Markus. Student was what he used during the day, and he had banished all forms of game or other entertainment from it. Otherwise he had found that he would just sit in some boring finance class and try to conquer the world all day.

Professor Duren was along shortly, as always a couple of minutes late. But his students did not mind, he was a great professor, and once he did come into the room, class got going. Everybody emailed in his or her papers, and Andrea came into let them know that she had gotten them all. She smiled at Markus, and he instantly got hard again, then she walked out of the room.

The professor was at the huge dry erase board that covered one side of the room, drawing out graphs and figures that somehow related to the class when Markus realized that the TTC icon had popped up. TTC was short for Tiger Talk & Chat, the schools instant messenger that every student had to install. It was meant to allow students to study in various places and still talk about what they were doing, but in actuality it had become a way for students to pass notes in class without having to kill trees.

He tapped on the little bubble that had popped up, and saw that he had a message from "Andrea Clausen," her name displayed prominently in red letters. Student names came in blue letters. Everybody had two accounts, one to be used in class and other formal occasions, with your own name. Then everybody had their 'chat' names, which allowed anonymity when posting on school message boards and complaining about the faculty and the food in the cafeteria, and were meant to be used as an alternative to services like AIM and MSN Messenger, which the school administration feared would stream viruses into the servers.

He looked to his left and right for a second, but the students were either enraptured by the professor, or having their own IM conversations. He double clicked the icon, watched the chat box pop up.

Andrea: 'Hey little boy.' He slumped back in his chair. What did that mean?

Markus: 'Hey.' Standard response, he thought. Was this about his paper? Somehow he didn't think so.

Andrea: 'Class boring?' He almost laughed at that one, but controlled himself. It was a common game amongst students to see if you could get somebody to laugh or respond in some outward manner to something you IM'ed them. There were some seriously disgusting and disturbing pictures making the rounds that way.

Markus: 'Naturally. Your office any more fun?'

Andrea: 'Not really. Reading peoples essays.' There was a short lull, and he used the time to check if Duren had put anything of substance up yet, but he was safe. The man took a good twenty to thirty minutes of the seventy-five minute class period just to get warmed up.

Motion on his screen caught his attention, and he watched as she sent him some kind of file. McAfee flashed in the bottom corner, telling him that she had not tried to virus-bomb him, and he double clicked it. A pair of ridiculously high-heeled boots popped up, made of black leather, with a zipper down the side.

Andrea: 'You think I would look good in those?'

Markus: 'I think you would look good in anything?'

Andrea: 'How about nothing?'

That one gave him pause, and his breath almost caught. He was rock hard once more, and he had to slide slightly to the left to adjust himself. Damn jeans, should have worn khakis!

Markus: 'Yeah, even in nothing.'

Andrea: 'Sweet little boy. I have something else for you.' Again he watched as his computer pulled some file out of the Ethernet waves, and the double clicked it. This picture was of much lower quality, but it was clear what he was looking at. She must have stuck some kind of digital camera up her skirt, the lacy purple thong in clear view, her legs spread, the wet spot in the material apparent.

Andrea: 'See how horny you make me?'

He was sweating now, and his fingers almost trembled as he closed the picture, and tried in vain to concentrate on class for a second. They had a test next week, and he really should be paying attention here. Suddenly another chat bubble popped up, and he cast a glance over at Tanya, sitting over to his right, who smiled back.

Clicking on her message, he watched her message pop up, trying not to focus on the flashing from Andreas box.

Tanya: 'We still on to study for the test on Sunday?'

Markus: 'Would not miss it for the world.'

Tanya: 'I hope so, I have no clue what is going on.'

Markus: 'Me neither, but I'm sure with us two super brains we'll figure it out.'

Tanya: 'Good to hear.' She smiled at him from across the room, and he smiled back. She was a stunning blond that happened to like studying with him for reasons he did not fully understand, but he was not complaining. He was much too intimidated by her beauty to ever overtly flirt with her, but looking at her while sitting in the library made for very graphic fantasies when he jacked off.

Letting out a soft sigh, he brought up Andrea's box again, his cock twitching in his pants.

Andrea: 'What will you give me if I get you out of class early?'

Markus: 'My left arm right about now.'

Andrea: 'Can I trade it for a smaller, yet more interesting body part?'

Markus: 'Absolutely, for getting me out of here I'll give you anything.'

Andrea: 'I'll hold you to that.'

Her name went dark, and he knew that she had signed off the TTC. He sighed, then brought up the boots again. Against his better judgment he snuck a peek at the panty-shot as well, his cock twitching again. He needed to go whack off after this class. Thankfully it was the last one of the day.

The door opened, and Andrea eased herself in, whispering in the professors' ear. Her eyes caught his, and he thought he caught a hint of mischief in them, but then she was gone again, striding out the door. His eyes glued to her plaid skirt as it swayed around her ass and hips, his mind picturing the thong beneath.

"Ahh, sorry about that, but I have a conference call I have to attend to. Sorry, faculty stuff, I apologize. We'll see each other on Friday for the review. Markus, Andrea needs to see you, something about your essay. Damn computers." Collecting his own computer and papers, the professor stormed out of the room, already late to something he had promised the Dean he would not forget. That's what you get for hiring geniuses.

Markus took his time collecting his own junk, and stuffing it into his book bag. She wanted to see him, eh? Would she really collect on what they had said?

"Lucky you." Brandon pushed past him, heading for the door with the rest of the crowd.

"What do you mean?"

"I wouldn't kick her out of bed if she left crumbs from the cookies." He winked at Markus, then he was gone out the door. 

The TA office was a small, cramped affair, stuffed with books, papers, a desk, and an old couch that sat underneath the window. He had been there once before, but this time it was different. The door was open, and she waved him in, pointing to the couch. She was chewing on a pen again, marking on some papers.

She watched him drop into the couch, the springs creaking, and pushed the door shut. Smiling at him, she made several more marks, then waved him back over. Slowly he rose, and she watched his shoulders and arms as he came towards her. Ohhhh, so sweet.

"Here, look at this. We talked about this yesterday, you didn't make any of the changes."

"Ahhh…yeah." He hadn't, he suddenly realized. After he left her room, all he did was masturbate wildly, then go to sleep. When he woke up this morning, he had totally forgotten about it.

"Sorry about that."

"Don't be sorry, but why did I help you if you aren't going to make those changes."

"Ahhh…" What to say? That he had been unable to think of anything but her tits and ass last night? That would go over real well, he was sure. So how about settling on a non-committal looking smile, and a shrug.

"Well, I mean, you totally wasted my time. I don't appreciate that. There are other students that I could have helped that would have appreciated it more."

"Listen, I'm sorry, I do really appreciate your help. It' just…last night…it won't happen again, I promise."

"It better not. I'll tell you what." She stood, their bodies incredibly close. He could smell her again, and it was a scent that made him mad with lust. Her hair was shiny in the light, and her eyes seemed on fire. God, his cock was hard. "You can make the corrections on your essay, I'll take it from you later tonight. Bring it by my room, and I'll forget this one."

"You would do that for me?"

She smiled at him, her sinfully red lips drawing his attention in, and holding it. "Don't think that service is free."

"What do you want?"

"Well, if the tables were turned, what would you want?'

He had to think about that one for a second, his mind not really keeping up with the conversation, still fixated on the swell of her breasts, and the color of her lips. He only snapped out of it when he felt her unbuckle his pants.

"I'll show you what I want." She reached in, grabbing his cock, and squeezing it. He moaned as she pulled it out, holding it in her fist, gripping it tight. 

She pulled him closer by it, their bodies mashed together, and he heard her sharply inhale as she jacked him off with one hand. The other one was fondling his full balls, and she let out a soft sight. "You have a nice big tool here. I bet the young girls just love it."

"Ahh…"

"I'm going to love it, too, here shortly."

Still holding onto his cock with her hand, she walked around behind him, her free hand running up and down his firm chest, feeling his abs, and tracing his face. He felt her behind him, her chest pressing into his back, and then felt her bend him over her desk as she squeezed his cock.

"What are we…"

"Shhhhh!" Her voice was soft, yet insistent, as she pulled down his pants and boxers, tracing a single nail across his ass. "Bad little boy." Squeezing his cock again, she jacked it a couple more times, then reached for a big wooden ruler.

He was almost in a trance, his eyes fixated on what she was doing, but unable to think or focus from the grip she had on his hard-on. He felt her legs tracing up and down his thighs and calves, felt the high-heeled show she was wearing tickling him, felt her hand on his cock, squeezing him. And then he heard the whistle, and felt the wood on his ass as she spanked him.

He yelped out, and tried to pull free, but she had a grip on his cock, and his every movement was sweet torture and she squeezed and yanked on him. He cried out again when the whistle struck once more, but then he just grabbed the desk, and she really went to work.


College Studies



It didn't take long, then between the jerking of his hips when struck, and the ministrations of her hand, he was so close to orgasm he could taste it. His ass was on fire, but then she stopped, dropping the ruler, her hand squeezing his cock tight, tight, tight.

He moaned out once more, and she stood behind him, feeling the heat from his body, listening to him moan. "What a sweet little boy." Kissing the back of his neck, she stood him back up, then pushed him down, onto his knees. Looking down, she was proud of her work as she looked into his eyes, seeing that combination of fear, desire, sheer lust, and adoration that was so intoxicating to her.

"Ohhhh, sweet little boy." Pulling her skirt up, she put one leg over his shoulder, her pussy right in his face. Without having been told to, he pushed her thong aside, and his tongue dove into her.

She cried out, gripping his hair tight, and pushing him into her pussy, but he was already at work, his hands grabbing her ass, and working her over. He had a powerful tongue, she soon realized, which licked its way up and down her lips, pushed into her pussy with force, sucked on her clit, nibbled it, then flicked it with just the tip. She moaned when he did that, and then her world descended into fireworks.

He built a frantic pace, licking her clitoris as if his life depended on it, working it over with occasional forays into her pussy. She humped his face, moaning, sighing, fighting to stay upright, pushing herself onto him.

Suddenly she locked up, the orgasm surprising her as he sucked on her clit, but it was rapidly followed by two more, and she pushed him away, freeing herself from the fire that was spreading through her body.

"Ohhhh…that was very sweet my little boy." She had to sit down on the couch for a second, and beckoned him to come forward. He crawled towards her, and she shuddered with excitement.

"Markus, my little boy. What a sweet little boy." She pulled his face into her hands, and kissed him. She could taste herself on him, and it was a sweet taste. "I've never had anybody eat my pussy like that. Very good."

Reaching down, she jacked his cock a couple more times, and he moaned. A cruel smile spread on her face, and she pulled him towards her, laying him down on the couch as she stood. Walking over to the closet, she straightened her clothes, and looked back at the big cock jutting out from him at a right angle, dangling in the air.

Pulling out a velvet bag, she walked back over, and pulled out a small metal device. She waited for almost two minutes, watching as the blood slowly left his cock and it started to shrink a bit. She waited a bit longer, then snapped the cockring around the base of his penis, and locked it. He looked at her, a shocked expression in his face, and she laughed.

Sitting back on his face, she pulled his head into her pussy, and obediently he started to eat her. Purring like a satisfied cat, she explained it to him.

"Tonight you'll bring me your essay, after dinner. If it's good, I'll take it off and get my reward for getting you out of class. If not, I'll have to find an appropriate way to punish you. Maybe I'll have to spank you some more." She cried out when another orgasm raced through her, and so just for good measure, she gave him the ruler again, turning his ass a bit more red. Then she sent him away, warning him to better have her essay. He could only nod as he stumbled from the room.

Markus was in a trance all day. He had never worked on another assignment as hard as he worked this essay, but he still had to stop every so often and think of ice bergs, Alzheimer's and retirement homes to keep his cock from bursting out of the cage it had been placed in. He was half crazed with sexual lust during dinner, and finally just excused himself from the table, walking to his room to grab the essay, and heading to her domain.

When he knocked, she called for him to enter, and he did. The room was as it had been last night, except that the lights were off, and she had lit several candles. She was standing in the middle of the room, dressed once again in boy shorts rolled over, and a tight t-shirt. Her nipples were hard, and pointing at him.

"Do you have my essay?"

"Yes." He handed it over, and she dropped it on her desk, then looked back at him. "Get naked." Her voice left no room for argument, and he closed the door and complied. He could see in her eyes that she got turned on by seeing him strip, even though he was not sure why he was doing it. His head had been reeling all day under her sexual assault, and he had not yet figured it out.

She ran her hands all over his body, and soon he ached again as he strained against the cock ring. She seemed to really enjoy this, as she grabbed him, and lead him into one of the corners of the room by it.

"Undress me."

He took his time, savoring the moment of first getting to see her naked. Dropping to his knees, he pulled down her shorts, then bit into her thong, and pulled it down. She giggled, and he hoped that was a good sign. Pulling off her shirt, there was no bra, and she dropped onto the couch, displayed in all her glory for the first time to him.

"Do you like what you see?"

"Yes, very much."

"Do you think you could ever be with a girl like me?"

"Ahhh…"

"Be honest."

"No, not really. I'm not to good at the whole picking up women thing."

"Why, you have a beautiful body."

"I don't know...no good pickup lines."

She laughed at that one, and beckoned his naked form closer. Reaching for his essay, she put her legs over his shoulders, and locked him into her pussy, letting him go to work. She put one hand on his head, and had him go slow this time, as she flipped through the pages, reading at her leisure.

Finally she finished, having enjoyed three orgasms from his very skilled tongue, and looked down. He was tiring a bit, she could tell, but that was ok. She had something else for him now.

"Does your cock ache?"

"Yes, very much so."

"Well, I'll let it out, but only under one condition."

"Anything."

"You have to spend the night here, and I get to do whatever I want to you."

"Agreed." Sweet heaven in the highest, I am going to get laid, his mind screamed.

She laughed, reached down, and unlocked him. Pulling the young man on top of her, she wrapped her legs around him, putting his manhood at the entrance to her pussy.

"You think you know how to use it well enough to get me off."

He hesitated for a moment, not sure if this was the time for cockiness, or honest assessment. In the end, cockiness won out, and he pushed himself inside, kissing her. Her whole body wrapped around him, as he fucked her for all he was worth.

She had to admit, he was a skillful cocksman, driving himself deep into her, pulling almost all the way out, moving his body around, touching her, fondling her. She had not enjoyed a lover as skilled as him in some time, and she bit his ear to let him know. Her body quaked under his ministrations, and she knew he was close when she stopped him. 

He gasped, but when her arms locked him in his upright position, it did not matter how hard he pushed, he could not get any traction going, could not get off.

"Sweet little boy, not yet." She giggled, and had him slide off her.

Standing up, she pranced around the room, looking for something. Finally she found it, and brought it back to the couch. He had been watching her sweet ass the entire time, and he reached out to touch it.

She let him, enjoyed the look of sheer joy in his eyes, then sat on his lap, her wet pussy rubbing against his cock. He moaned again, and barely realized that she had put a collar around his neck, and clipped a leash to it.

"Come now, little boy."

Leading him over to the bed, she had him get on all fours, and clipped his leash to the bed. "Good boy." Kissing his forehead, she got a digital camera out of the nightstand, and started taking pictures of him. Several times she reached between his legs to adjust his balls and cock, and each time he winced with pleasure.

Finally she finished, and she had him roll onto his back, climbing on top. He slid inside like sliding into a velvet vice grip as she mounted him, and she let him put his hands on her tits, feeling him roll her nipples, and enjoying the sweet sensation of having them pulled and pinched.

She fucked him like a bucking bronco, ridding up and down on his stiff pole at an incredible pace. Her ass slammed down on his balls, and he could hardly breathe, so hard was his cock. She reached down, squeezing the base of it, and he almost screamed when he felt his own orgasm rising. But she felt it as well, and even though it took all her willpower, she pulled herself off.

He cringed, and roared in frustration. He had felt her body shake twice more, and yet she denied him his pleasure. He went to reach for himself to do it manually, but she swatted his hand away.

"You are not allowed to play with it. If you do that again, I'll put the ring back on." Leaning down, she bit the head of it, and he almost creamed himself. Close, but just not there.

"My sweet little boy." She kissed him again, her tits dragging across his chest, then she pulled out two sets of handcuffs, the metal kind, and cuffed him to the bed. Stroking his cock a couple more times, she climbed out of bed, and walked over to her desk. "I have to do some work real quick."

He could not believe how horny he was as he watched her work on her computer, her naked body on full display. She would reach down and play with her pussy, or roll her nipples in her fingers as she did whatever it was that she was doing, and he was not sure how long he laid there. 

Finally she rose, blowing out all the candles in the room. They sank into darkness, and she crawled back onto the bed with him. Undoing the cuffs, he heard her move around a bit more, then she pulled him back onto all fours.

"I have something I want to do to you. I understand if you are a bit reluctant, but I assure you, it will be very rewarding."

"What is it?"

She giggled softly, then slithered underneath him. "First, I have something for you." She was on all fours as well, and she guided his cock back into her pussy. Without being told anything, he went to town on her pussy, fucking her for all the was worth.

She cried out when he spent himself in her, blowing a massive load of cum into her pussy. She moaned out loud, rubbing herself against him, purring with contentment. She had needed that.

Crawling out from underneath her new toy, she pushed him down the bed, and put her legs back over his head. He was reluctant at first, but with a bit of coaxing, he was back in full form, eating his own cum out of her pussy. She had never seen a boy fall this hard for her before, but she could tell that Markus was under her full power.

Finally she had to pull him away, feeling herself subsuming to his powerful tongue, her body still glowing with the aftershock of his treatment. God, he was good with that thing. She pulled him against her, fondling his cock and balls, and smiled.

"So…can I abuse you a bit?"

"More spanking?"

"No, much worse then that."

"Why do you want to do something worse to me? Was I bad?" The words out of his mouth were like honey to here, and she almost creamed herself.

"No my little boy, no." She traced his face, kissing him softly. "I just want to do something to you." She mounted him again, her hands running up and down his chest. "Don't you want to totally be mine?"

"Yes." The speed of his response surprised him, he did not know where that came from.

"Have you not enjoyed what I've given you?"

"Yes." Stop doing that, he told himself! Who is speaking in the depths of my depraved mind?

"Do you think I would hurt you?"

He paused a second, finally getting a hold of himself, but then shook his head. She smiled, and kissed him again. "My sweet little boy. Such a sweet little boy." She placed him back on all fours, and he heard her move around behind him. It was a couple of minutes, then he felt her leaning against him from behind.

Her fingers slowly slipped into his ass, and he gasped, clamping down. She massaged his balls and ass, and after stroking his cock a couple of times, he relaxed. Finally she worked three fingers inside, and he felt the lube on her fingers warm up inside him. She slid her fingers back and forth, back and forth, jacking his cock with her free hand, and he had to admit to himself that it felt kinda good.

"My little boy. I just want you to be only my little boy."

"I am only yours."

"I know. You will be."

It was sudden, and he screamed out as she pushed the big strap on into his ass. He thrashed around on the bed, but she had shortened the leash, and she pushed his head into the pillow as she fucked him all the way. She had slipped into the harness, and the other end of the big dildo was in her pussy, and him squeezing it with his ass and moving around was providing her with a heady source of pleasure.

Squeezing his cock, she fucked his ass with squeals of delight, her mind exploding with orgasm as she took him. He did not want to stop thrashing around, and she grabbed the ruler of the nightstand, whipping his ass hard. He cried out, moaned, begged, still fighting it, but she knew it was in vain. His ass was flexing now, having accepted the massive intruder, and then suddenly he went rigid.

She squeezed it cock, jacking it a couple more times, then a massive load of cum spurted into the sheets. He cried out, moaning incoherently, but his cock just kept pumping. She looked down wistfully at all the wasted sperm, her lips missing its sweet taste. But that would come later. 

Finally he collapsed into the sheets, and she pulled herself free. Dropping the strap on to the floor, she crawled onto his back, kissing him softly as she let some slack out of the leash.

"My little boy, my sweet little boy." His breath was ragged, and his eyes glazed and unfocused. His hands were shaking, and she slowly rubbed his shoulders, pushing her tits into his back. He moaned out when she stroked his cock, and she giggled.

"Oh…my god." His voice was very soft, and she only responded by kissing him. Finally he tried to sit up, and she let him, then sat on his lap. He tried to talk again, but she silenced him by kissing him. They went on like that, and each time her lips were there, locking him down, her tongue in his mouth. Several times she popped a titty into his mouth, and finally he just sank back against the bed.

She rubbed his chest, traced his face, and smiled at him before beginning. "Little Markus. You are a very attractive young man. Much too sexy to be wasted on the trash that flaunts themselves across this campus. Like that Tanya slut. You are much to good for her. You are mine. My little boy." She kissed him again, rubbing his chest.

"I don't understand." His breathing was still ragged, but his cock was rock hard again.

She laughed out, stroking him. "You may not right now. But you will soon, my little boy. Lay down." She pushed him down onto the bed, and curled up with him. His head was on her chest, and she slowly stroked his hair. "My little boy, you will."

The next couple of days were a bit awkward for him. His roommate, Allen, suspected that he was getting it on with a girl, and the rumor in Probert Hall was that he was fucking Andrea. 

He guessed that was true, but he was not sure he would call it that. Every morning when he awoke in her bed, she would walk him to the shower in his leash, and have him eat her pussy, and wash her body. She would wash his, paying special attention to his ass and cock.

Then they would go back to her room, and she would play with him for a bit, before putting his cock ring back on him, and sending him on his way for the day. At a certain time during the day he had to stop by her office, and either fuck her, eat her pussy, or let her spank him. He would be sitting in class, and she would email him naked pictures of herself, or short notes of things she wanted him to do to her, or her to do to him. It was driving him mad.

At night, he had to come study in her room, naked, with his cockring on. When he was done she would look at his work, and either spank him, or reward him. One night, she was modeling a new set of heels, and he could absolutely not concentrate. So she sodomized him again, then cradled him as he slept. 

It was not until that weekend that she really let him have some time without his ring, sending him to the gym to work out. The time there cleared his head, and when he returned he felt refreshed and relaxed, so he was not at all prepared to see her standing in the parking lot in front of the dorm, throwing two bags into the back of her car.

"Get in."

"Were are we going?"

"A friends house." She kissed him, and he followed instructions.

Apparently her friend lived up in the country, by a lake. It took them two hours to get there, but that was with a stop for him to eat her out until she screamed. But finally the house was in view, and they pulled up the long drive way.

He had to carry the bags inside, and she guided him into a large guest bedroom. Inside, she stripped him naked, had him eat her again, then put his collar and leash on. He looked a bit worried, but she laid him down on the bed, kissing him softly.

"My little boy. I think it's time I be honest with you."

"Ok…"

"You remember that paper you wrote?"

"Yes…"

"It was awesome. One of the best I've ever seen. A material."

"But…"

"But I was a very horny woman, and so I pulled you in, and got what I wanted. Now…I want more of you." She kissed him, hard, and he responded in kind as she rolled on top of him. "And I want you in a way you have never been wanted before. But I think it is a way you enjoy." She smiled, stroking his hardening cock.

"So here is my offer to you. I want you to spend this weekend here with me, and see what world I'm offering you. If you don't like it, we'll go back tomorrow night, and never speak of it again. If you do like it, you'll be my slave."

"Your what?"

"You heard me. I want to make you my little boy toy, my sex slave." She sat on his face again, and automatically, he began to eat her. "You're not dumb, my little pet. You've realized this. You've known what I wanted."

He just kept licking her, but after a second, he had to nod. She smiled, ruffling his hair. "Good little boy. Now put that big fuck stick in your momma's pussy, and then I'll show you off."

He didn't have to be told that one twice, pulling out his big cock, and laying on top of her. She pulled her skirt up around her waist, wrapping her legs around him, and screamed his name as he screwed her hard and fast. Just the way she liked it.

Markus strolled through the large house, trying not to let his curiosity get the better of him. But it was hard, and Andrea seemed to realize this, slowly walking him from room to room, showing him off to her friends.

After taking the time to bathe her, he had helped dressing her, sliding her beautiful feet into the boots he had seen in the picture. He had zipped them up with his teeth, a display of submission she seemed to enjoy. To round out her outfit she chose a very small, very flirty white micro skirt, along with a leather bustier that barely managed to contain her tits. She had made him kneel next to her as she did her make up, kissing her legs and boots as she explained to him the rules for the night.

Finally she had been satisfied with her product, and had put his collar and leash back on him. Next had been his cock ring, this one a bit bigger then normal to let him rise to his full size when aroused. The ring connected to his collar with a long, thin golden chain, and she stroked him several times to make sure she was showing off his assets.




College Studies



The women, he noted, were uniformly beautiful, all of them very well dressed, all of them in their makeup, all of them laughing and having a good time. Each of them seemed to have at least one man with her, even though not all were on a leash. Some just trailed their mistresses like beaten dogs.

He also noticed several things about the men. First off, they came in all types, shapes, sizes, ages, and colors. It seemed odd at first, but Andrea explained that some women had different tastes, as in everything else. But for the most part, the men were all around his age or a bit older.

Secondly, the women overwhelmingly liked their men to work out. There were several rather cut individuals, who looked like they spent way too much time in the gym, going for the model look. But most of the men in attendance seemed to take decent care of themselves, and seemed well enough groomed to pass anywhere in public society without notices.

The last thing was not something he really observed, but was told by a woman dressed in a white lab coat, high heels, and nothing else. Andrea took him over shortly after they went downstairs to the main party, walking him into what looked like another massive guest room.

The doctor looking woman had him stand on a scale, took his height, measured his chest, arms, waist, and legs like a seamstress, and then grabbed his cock. He almost moaned out, but caught himself just in time, to an approving look from Andrea. Slowly the doctor stroked him, until he rose to his full size.

Pulling out a ruler, she measured him, a big smile on her face as she made a note on the chart she had started on him. Whispering in Andrea's ear, his mistress laughed out, and then proudly grabbed his stiff member.

"You want to hear something that is guaranteed to make your male head swell?" She squeezed his other head a bit, and he only nodded, trying to concentrate on the pleasure she was dolling out.

"You have the biggest cock here tonight. My little stud." She kissed him, and then thanked the woman. The doctor only laughed, and then whispered something else to Andrea. The young woman laughed with her, and Markus could not help but thing they were laughing at him.

"Come here." Andrea pulled him closer on his leash, and pushed him down onto his knees. The doctor stepped closer, pulling up her white lab coat, revealing her pussy. Andrea pushed his head forward with her riding crop, and he began to lick her pussy. His tongue flicked the woman's clit, and she moaned softly, pulling him in closer.

He had eaten her until she almost collapsed, his arms guiding her to the floor, and leaving her there as Andrea pulled him from the room, as satisfied look on her face. She had taken her little boy to a dark corner in one of the long hallways, and stroked his cock until he almost came, kissing him hard, telling him what a good boy he was being, and that if he kept it up, he would get a special treat.

He took the time to look around as Andrea stood with several other mistresses, laughing about something as they sipped on flutes of champagne. Andrea had pointed out the woman who owned the house earlier as they walked by the pool. She was a very elegant older lady, who was lying on a massive couch that looked like it had been looted from Pompeii, being fanned by two slaves with palm fronds while another feed her grapes and wine, and a fourth ate her pussy. Kind of what he had expected, but the cliché still seemed a bit extravagant to him.

There were several other male slaves kneeling around the circle of beautiful women, and he took the time to study them. Some of them were working on looks of genuine disinterest, reminding him a bit of his younger sisters cats back home, trying to look as if you were beneath them. Others were more like Doberman dogs on long back legs, grimacing at you when you looked at their mistress, straining at the leash, and constantly getting whipped by riding crops. Then there were others, to absorbed by starring at their mistress to look at anybody else. The last, and smallest group were those like him, looking around in guarded curiosity, trying to decide what to make of this new world. He also noticed that some mistresses used their boy-toys to sit on, to carry them, or any number of odd tasks. He wondered if Andrea would ask that of him, and how he felt about it. But his mind had not yet had time to catch up and make sense of much.

He figured that there were about fifty women in attendance, with a slightly larger number of men following them around. Crawling forward a bit, he kissed the back of Andrea's legs, and got his head petted in return. Slowly he kissed around her knee, taking the down time to look back across his last week.

So he had produced a really good paper, then got told it was shit, then made it even better, got fucked up the ass, had incredible sex with an incredibly sexy woman several times every day, went to the country, had mind blowing sex, and now he was on a leash, with a ring around his dick, kissing her legs and boots. Not a bad week, he figured.

Andrea was tugging on his chain, so he stood, and followed her outside. The clump of women had moved to one end of the buffet set up outside, strolling along the pool. Andrea seemed very content, and when they stopped he stepped close, and began to massage her shoulders, eliciting a soft purr from her. He could listen to the conversation now, and she did not seem to mind. 

"So this is your new slave?" The blonde looking Markus up and down with curios interest seemed oddly familiar to him somehow, but he could not place it. Andrea nodded, and had him step up so that her friends could examine him better. Sliding her ride crop down along his body, she proudly displayed his hard cock and large balls for them. "Nicole measured them earlier, said they are the biggest here."

"Andrea picks a stud again." They all laughed, but the blonde was still looking at him, making Markus a bit uncomfortable. He said something to Andrea about it a bit later, but she only laughed. "She's probably jealous that I got you first. She's a TA back at school, you may have seen her before."

"I think I have."

"If she's nice, maybe she'll get a taste of your tongue." She kissed him, pinching his nipple. "You do have a very nice cock." Stroking him, she thumbed the head of it, rubbing of the precum leaking out of him, and licking it off her finger. 

"Sweet little boy." 

She showed him off to several other clumps of women, and he got the distinct feeling that despite the number of people, this was a gathering of very close friends, who shared a sexual interest, and liked to party. Before long, the sun had set, and large lanterns had been lit, some even floating out on the lake that abutted against the property.

He felt a bit weird, his body pressed against hers as they danced, his hard cock rubbing against her stomach, but she enjoyed it, so he gave her what she wanted, dancing until the sweat was running into his eyes. She had almost choked him three times with his leash, and he had the red marks on his neck to prove it. But she was growing weary as well, and it showed in her dreamy expression.

He offered to carry her, as he had seen other slaves do all night, and she motioned for him to turn around, but he only smiled. Sliding his arms around her, he scooped her up, cradling her close instead of lifting her onto his back. She cooed, snuggling against him, and let him carry her inside.

Gently he deposited her on the bed, and let his leash be clipped to the headboard. She traced her fingers along his chest, and then licked his sweat as she unclipped the ring from around his aching cock.

"I've never had a slave that strong."

"How strong?"

"Strong enough to carry me like that for so far. You don't look that strong."

"Worked for my dads construction business all my life."

"I like it." She kissed him again, pulling him close. "Undress me."

He took his time, starting with the boots, and massaging her feet once he freed them. She purred again, and seemed very content to let him remove her skirt, followed by her bustier. Gently he massaged her tits, feeling her toy with his balls with her riding crop. 

"Get on all fours."

"You're going to whip me, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am. I only play with the crop very rarely, but you have such a nice tush, I can't help myself." She kissed him, and he complied. She was in great spirits, and he wanted to keep her that way. Why, he was not sure.

It didn't last long, but she was very harsh with it, turning his ass bright red and making it burn. She always got very turned on by spanking him, so as soon as she dropped back onto the bed next to him he dove into her pussy, eating her like a hurricane. She screamed out loud, and so they did not hear the door open, and the blonde from earlier enter the room.

When Andrea saw her, she had him stop, and the two girls embraced. Markus moved aside as the newcomer crawled into bed, her slave kneeling at the foot of the mattress. He watched the man out of the corner of his eye, the humiliation and anger clearly written on his features as him mistress tied his leash to one of the legs of the bed.

"What can I do you for, Sarah." Andrea had taken up stroking his cock again, her eyes still somewhat glazed from the pussy eating she had just received.

"Well, it seems that your new toy is gifted in more the one area."

"Ohhh, yes he is." Andrea giggled, and petted his head again, pulling him into her chest. He suckled her nipple, and she ran her fingers through his hair. "My sweet little boy is a very talented young man. Would you like to try him?"

"I sure would." Sarah traced his chest, feeling his muscles, and grabbed his cock. He inhaled Andreas other nipple to keep from crying out when she squeezed it, and his mistress moaned.

"Be a good boy and undress Sarah." She smacked his balls with her crop for emphasis, and he rolled over to comply. 

Slowly he pulled off the blonde's heels, peeling away her stockings, and then pulling off her top. A smug smile of satisfaction spread across her face as he kissed his way down her firm body, to her feet. Working from there, he massaged his way up, along her feet, to her calves, across her thighs, until his face was in her pussy.

She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him in like a spider, and his tongue reached out to greet her. Licking her clit, she moaned out when he pushed it inside. His hands massaged her ass and legs as he sucked her clit into his mouth, nibbling it gently. She purred out, and then he went to work.

Her body shook and bucked, rolling against him, almost fighting him as he ate her pussy. He had never eaten anybody as active, anybody as resistant, and anybody who screamed so much. Her whole body seemed to get in on it, as she grabbed his hair, clawed his back, pushing herself into him, trying to fuck his face with her pussy. His tongue drove deeper and deeper into her, taking her higher and higher. Her pussy seemed to flood with juices, and he did his best to lick her dry, until she pushed him away.


"Very, very nice." Her voice had taken on that dreamy quality that he recognized from Andrea every now and then, when she just let him go to town on her pussy. Sarah rolled into Andrea's arms, and the two lay there, softly kissing and making out. Markus crawled to the end of the bed and kneeled at his mistress's feet, watching the two beautiful women.

"Have you…" Sarah looked at him with hungry eyes, and saw Sarah nod.

"He was very excited." She laughed, and he got the idea what they were talking about. His face burned with shame as he blushed, and Andrea waved him closer. 

She had him lay between them, face down, and cuffed his hands to the headboard. He could not see, his face pressed into the pillow, but he heard her open and close a drawer, then he felt her fingers in his ass. 

He tried to steady his breathing, tried to relax, but it was no use, as always. He felt somebody rubbing his head, felt their bodies on either side of him, felt their tits against his chest. There was a sort of gargling, growling noise from the foot of the bed, and he wondered just how jealous that man was.

"See, watch." Andrea's voice was hot and raspy as she pushed the dildo into her boy-toys ass. Markus body began to buck, fighting it even as he demanded it to keep still, trying to push it out, but the girls pushed against it, and it popped in. He howled into the sheets, and the women laughed, the laugh of the powerful when faced with the powerless. He finally managed to get himself to surrender, and they had their fun with him. Sarah particularly seemed to enjoy fucking his ass, and reached down, feeling his rigid hard cock.

"May I?"

"Surely!" Andrea pulled him up by his collar, making him kneel, and grab the wrought iron headboard. Sarah scooted underneath, and pulled his big cock to her pussy, placing it at the opening.

Markus knew what they wanted, and when Andrea pushed on the dildo in his ass, he plunged into Sarah. The woman screamed out, and her slave growled out loud as he let his body sink onto her, fucking her with all his might.

The woman really went crazy now, scratching and biting him as he gave her everything he had, the big dildo sticking out of his ass and wobbling around as he fucked her. He felt Andrea whipping him with her riding crop, driving him on, making him go faster, striking his balls every now and then, and it was making him mad. 

He was about to cum when he felt his mistress fingers clamp down on the base of his cock, and he cried out. The smack on his balls was instant, and the pain almost made him vomit with nausea. Looking down, Sarah's eyes were rolled back into her head, her body still shaking with orgasm. Slowly he rolled to the side, popping his cock out. He watched as Sarah gathered her clothes, untied her slave, and had him dress her. Then she kissed Andrea good night, and they left.

"Now, now, little boy. That is only for your momma. It told you I had something special for you." She kissed him, slowly easing the dildo out of his ass. Uncuffing his hands, she had him lay on his back, and kissed him softly. Kissing down his body, she took his cock into her mouth, and slowly began to suck it up and down.

The sensation was so unexpected, the feeling so wonderful, the events of the last week so powerful that it did not take much of her love to make him blow his load. She licked the head, her hand pumping the base, sucking him all the way into the back of her throat, and when he blew, she swallowed every last drop. "What a good little boy."

She cuddled up with him, kissing him softly, having him massage her body. She could tell by the look in his face that he had a lot of questions, and finally she pushed his hands away, rolled on top of him, and told him to ask.

They were up a long time, but finally he settled down, kissing his mistress, and she snuggled against him.

"So what do I call you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Hi mom, this is Andrea, my…"

"I get to meet your mother all ready?" She giggled, squeezing his cock. "You just call me Andrea. I'm not into power titles." She kissed him again, trying to decide if she wanted more sex tonight or not. Watching Sarah with him had made her kinda randy. She was a woman, and whenever she had something that others wanted, it made her horny. "And to others, I'm your sugar momma."