4 comments/ 66980 views/ 9 favorites Teaching Serena By: Silent Eclipse Mr. Samuels was not happy. "Do you know why you're here today?" Serena pushed her hair back with only the arrogance that an eighteen-year-old college freshman can possess. "My professor reported me because I was not wearing panties with my skirt," she answered succinctly, then added "I accidentally flashed her and she did not like it." The college administrator nodded thoughtfully, feeling that he was making progress. "That's right... now, I'm sure that you're aware there's a dress code at the college. Why weren't you wearing pa-- uh, underwear?" She grinned slightly. She wanted to play this game with him. "Would you like the truth or the lie?" "The truth, young lady." With a touch of innocence, the student responded, "I ran out of panties this morning. Laundry night is tonight." "So it's simply that you're behind on your laundry," Mr. Samuels responded with some relief. "Mmm, if that is what you would like to believe." He was becoming mad with this girl. "Excuse me? I want you to tell me the truth... I want honest answers to every question I ask. Do you understand? Now, did you flash your professor on purpose?" Serena flashed her smile, wanting to give this answer. "Honest answers hmm? I want my professor. I purposely did not wear panties so she would see a flash of my hot wet pussy. I want to eat her out...." Almost without thinking, she opened her legs, hoping to let her questioner catch a glimpse of her bald pussy. "I did flash her on purpose." There was a moment of silence; Mr. Samuels crossed his legs to hide his growing erection. "Was this your first time doing something like this?" "Yes but flashing you would count as two..." "Young lady... you're very pretty, but I'd appreciate if you would... close your legs. Are you aware that I can expel you right now?" With that, Serena quickly closed her legs. Bowing her head a bit, she folded her hands in her lap, realizing that this was no longer a game. "Good girl... do you know what you're acting like?" Seeing her shake her head no, Mr. Samuels continued. "A slut, Serena. When did you first start acting like a slut?" Shocked at the brutal harshness of his words, Serena's mouth opened in shock. "A... a... slut? I... I ... never meant...." Sternly, he said, "Serena, answer the question. Now." Searching for words, she responded, "When I met you. I... I wanted you to notice me. I thought if I flashed a teacher I would be able to flash you and... I'm sorry." Cruelly, he laughed at her. "I'm not buying it... I know girls like you. When did you first shave your pussy?" Serena's mouth dropped open in shock, but after a moment she recovered. With a sly glint comes into her eye she answered, "I have always kept it that way... I love the way it looks." "That's more like it. Serena... when was the first time you had a cock in your mouth?" He smiled cruelly and added, "I know just by looking at you you've done it." Plainly, she answered, "The first time I had a cock in my mouth was last year." "Tell me about it. Was it an older boy? A boy your age?" "It was a boy my age." Mr. Samuels leaned forward in his chair. "Tell me more... was it his idea? Or was it yours?" A bit embarrassed, she quietly said, "It was not mine. I was very nervous... I ended up only doing it for a few moments." "That's it? That doesn't sound like the slut that's sitting before me." Serena blushed, disliking how she was being treated, but hating the thought of making him stop. "Spread your legs for me again." She opened them a bit, then glanced at his crotch, trying to judge his arousal. "More, Serena." She did as she was told, spreading her legs completely. Wanting to anticipate his whims, she then slid a hand to her crotch, spreading open her pussy lips. "I see that you're wet from this." She nodded, and was met with a painful silence. She concentrated on sitting there, trying not to shift too much in her seat despite the cool drafts whispering through the room and cooling her heated pussy. She shivered and he spoke again. "Do you swallow cum, Serena? Or do you let boys leave it on you?" She had been wanting to tell him something, and saw this as an opportunity. "I let boys leave it on me. But I would let you..." her voice faltered and trembled. She peeked at him, looking into his eye. But she was unable to continue, and broke his gaze. "Serena, undo the top button of your shirt, " she was told coldly. She looked startled and unbuttoned one, then another. She was happy that she was not wearing a bra; she had hoped he would see her like this. "That's a very good girl... we just may keep you at the college. Do you know what I bet? I bet that a slut like you has had sex in other places, too." A bit confused, she replied "I have an exhibitionist side... if that is what you are saying..." He laughed at her, cruelly, and told her to kneel on the floor. Serena kneeled in front of her chair, putting her arms on the seat of the chair and lifting her butt high into the air, knowing full well that the skirt would barely cover her ass cheeks. Mr. Samuels eyed her plump little ass, noticing how round it was. She turned her head, catching him as he stared at it; she smiled a soft smile and inched up her skirt so he could see her pussy. She wanted him to take her. His eyes glowing at the sight of her rear, he said, "We both know you're a slut, Serena... but has a boy had you there?" "No, no one has been there... but," her voice shifted to a pleading, cooing sound, "my pussy needs your cock Mr. Samuels... please... I am begging you... let me taste your cock... let my pussy squeeze around your cock... please...." Silence. Then, "crawl to me, Serena." She slowly turned and crawled, being sure to keep her head lowered and staring at the ground the whole time. She knew she had arrived when she saw his shoes; she simply started at them, unsure of what to do next. "Serena... do you think you deserve punishment for how you treated your professor earlier today?" It was the last chance for her to stop this but she had been wanting this, hadn't she? Whispering, she responded with a low voice, "yes... please punish me." She was told to lean over the desk, and she did. Then she paused, looked back at the leering man, and removed her blouse, letting it flutter to the ground; after that, she slipped her skirt off of her round hips. Finally, she resumed her position, leaning over the desk with her ass up in the air. Mr. Samuels stood behind her, and she heard his belt being undone. Her heart skipped, and she knew she was about to be fucked. But then she was unsure: she heard his belt make a strange sound, and she tensed, not knowing what was next. It was a good thing too, for suddenly the belt hit across her wonderfully plump bottom. Smack. "Count to five, Serena." "One." Smack. "Two." Smack, this time much harder. "Two," she grunted. The pain and pleasure mingling across her burning ass caused her lose count. Smack, and it sliced into her ass cheek, drawing a bit of blood. She moaned with pleasure, saying "Three." Smack, and she shuddered as a mini-climax ran through her blood. She reveled in the feeling and once again forgot to count. "Keep counting young lady!" Smack! "Four!" she yelled, almost desperately. Mr. Samuels was surprised at how much she was enjoying the pain; he brought his arm back and decided to give it his all. SMACK! "Five!" the girl whimpered. Out of the corner of her eye, she was him put the belt on the table. Though pain was evident in her voice, she asked proudly, "Is that how many strokes I am being punished with?" She could have yelled with joy when she heard him respond, "There's just one more thing coming for you, Serena." He saw her lean forward and pull her ass cheeks apart; he laughed, saying "You are a slut." Her heart filled with the passion of the moment and she spoke forcefully, "I am your slut, no one else's." Serena felt him then use his very erect cock to tease the opening of her pussy. She moaned, and pleaded, "Please Mr. Samuels, please stick your cock in me!" He didn't hesitate: he pushed it hard into her, making her whole body hit the desk. She gasped as she felt him enter her, and she tried pushing back onto his cock, to force him to go deeper inside of her. He grabbed at her butt cheeks, pulling at them... he was filled with carnal desire to be as deep as possible in the hot, young thing. In response, she arched her back as she felt him grab her hard enough to bruise her creamy ass... she wanted to be hurt. He spanked her once with his right hand, then moved his hand up and grabbed her hair, hard. She screamed as he pulled her blonde locks, for the pain and shock turned her on even more. She pushed back at him, wanting his cock to feel every bit of her hot pussy. In an almost brutal anger, Mr. Samuels responded to her scream, pushing the side of her face into the desk. "Quiet, you slut!!" Serena stifled a groan as she felt him push into her harder. She whisper-yelled, "Bite me, bite me!" Without processing her words, he leaned over and bit into her shoulder; thrusting, he then stood up and went faster, watching the bite mark redden. Serena dug her nails into the desk, then without thinking tried to pull away so she could turn her body. She wanted to be fucked face-to-face. She was surprised that he allowed it; he pulled out of her, and she turned. He saw that her eyes were heavy with arousal. She sat and used her feet to pull the man towards her; she lowered her head and spent a moment sucking her warm juices off of his cock. He fucked her slowly at first, leaning powerfully over her body, looking her straight in the eye. She looked back, willing him to see her submission and lust while she fucked back. He sped up, his eyes eating up her young body, watching the way her young breasts moved as he fucked her. Serena could see his eyes resting on her tits. She lifted them up with her hands, trying to put them as close to his mouth as she could. With that, she moaned loudly as she began to cum. Hearing her begin to cum, he took her nipple into his mouth, biting down a bit painfully. It worked: the pain made her scream as the orgasm rose in power, ripping through her body. In response, her nails bit into his back, and she cried, "Fuck me, Mr. Samuels, fuck me," over and over. He responded to the pain, going faster. "I'm getting..." he said, his words trailing off. He grabbed her whole breast and squeezed it hard. "You are a slut!" Serena grabbed a fistful of his hair, looked him deep in the eye, and said 'I'm your slut." With that, his cock swelled and he grunted loudly, his body washed with pleasure as he felt her sweet, young, wet pussy take his cum. He stood there for a moment, his eyes filled with kindness and happiness. He softly asked, "Will I need to discipline you again, Serena?" "Oh yes," she replied without hesitation. And with that, he patted her on the head like the bitch in heat that she was. "Good girl," he said, knowing that things were only starting. Teaching Serena Ch. 02 Serena crossed the college campus like she had done so many times before. She noted the park like qualities of the school as she headed out towards her car. She had to exit through the Science Department building before she could completely leave though. She sighed as she walked through the lonely hallways. She needed to pick up one book and leave two others in her locker. As Serena turned the last corner suddenly she was hauled into a dark closet. She let out small scream but a hand clamped over her mouth. "I've noticed you been staring at me in class." Serena recognized the voice. It was Rob from her Anatomy and Physiology class! She relaxed a little and after a pause Rob removed his hand from her mouth. "What are you doing?" Serena asked with a hint of alarm. "I heard that you're a tease who likes to put out." Serena's mouth dropped open in shock and she felt Rob's arms tighten around her body. "Trust me, you've got a huge reputation but it's cool... why don't you just come with me for a little bit?" Rob tugged on her arm. "It's cool? How can that be cool?" Serena heard her voice rising in panic. The hand around her forearm tightened with a crushing force and she gasped with pain. "Where are you talking me?" "Cum with me and I wont tell anyone." Serena thought fast, maybe if I try to down play this he'll let me go... Serena rolled her eyes and muttered "whatever" then loudly spoke "lead on." "Come on! Now!" Rob shook her like a rag doll and forced her out into the hallway once again. He began to pull her in search of a place to go. Serena followed not knowing what to do. Rob stopped in front of her and turned to face her with a glint in his eyes. "Did you know there are no art classes tonight?" Rob opened the door with his free hand and led them into a dark art studio. Rob took in the scene laid out before him. The studio was big with a few easels off to the side and supplies littered around the room. Silver moonlight seeped into the studio through the huge glass skylights throwing the rest of the room into shadows. Perfect, Rob thought as he brought the tease into the room. He heard a slight intake of breath behind him. "What are you going to do with me?" Serena asked him in a small voice. Rob ignored her stupid question and dragged her into the average supply closet in the back of the room. He flicked on the light and closed the door. His grasp on Serena's forearm weakened and she yanked her arm out of his hand. She backed into the center of the room. Rob looked upon her. "We can make this easy or hard... which do you want?" He watched Serena's lips quirk when he said the word 'hard' and that angered him! Laugh at me will she? He thought cruelly about the many things he could do to her. Rob watched as Serena meekly walked over to stand in front of him. "I'll let you out of here if you get on your knees and do what I've heard you're good at..." Rob trailed off as he watched Serena throw him a dirty glare and slowly get down upon her knees. Rob watched as she unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. I can't believe this is happening, Serena thought as she pulled out Rob's cock. "Go ahead... lick it," Rob murmured. Like I need his fucking permission, Serena thought in anger as she looked into his gray eyes. Serena threw him the nastiest look she could conjure onto her face before taking his cock into her mouth. She removed her mouth and licked the underside of his cock, going from his balls to the tip of his cock head. She stuck her tongue it the little slit and took his cock head into her mouth slowly sucking on the head. "Oh you are good," Rob half mumbled half moaned. Serena began to take more of his cock into her mouth, sucking him quicker and wrapping her hand around the shaft. She pulled her mouth off of his cock and abruptly nibbled hard on his cock shaft and then went back to licking and sucking. As she did so she moved her hand up and down twisting her hand to bring him more pleasure. Serena felt Rob move his hands and he roughly grabbed her hair before she could react and forced her to swallow his cock to the hilt. Serena struggled and tried to push away from him. He was choking her! Then he did let go of her and let her breath. She looked up into his eyes and saw an evil glint in his eyes; she shivered in fear. "You know what, Serena?" "What?" she asked breathless and frightened. Serena gasped as her head was wrenched backwards. "I want more... I want to fuck your pretty little pussy... the one that you're slutty enough to show off to your professors." "No." "No?" Rob let go of her hair and pushed her back onto her ass. "No?!" "No." Serena slowly stood up and tried to face him bravely holding her ground. Serena watched with horrified eyes as Rob approached her and began to force her into a corner of the supply closet. She slowly backed up and raised her hands in defense. "Don't... you... dare..." Rob threatened. "I dare." Serena spoke with a low voice. She watched as Rob advanced on her. She braced herself as he got closer, then she slapped him across the face. Her hand was burning but a smug grin crossed her face before being replaced with horror. Rob roared in pain and attacked her. He grabbed her breast hard and twisted without mercy. Serena screamed as pain tore through her body. He ripped the shirt off of her body with buttons flying in every direction. "I know you like this. You nipples are hard," Rob had a smirk on his face. Serena looked down and was horrified to see that she was turned on. Rob took that moment to pull up Serena's bra and let her tits hang out. He pushed her and they both fell onto a pile of boxes. He landed on top of her and his mouth instantly went to her nipples. She gasped as she felt his teeth bite into the sensitive nub and she pulled his blonde hair to make him come closer to her. Serena vaguely registered that Rob's hands were moving from her tits to her waist and then he began to pull down her shorts. Her eyes snapped open and she tried to get Rob off of her. "No!" Serena watched Rob smile cruelly and just push himself on top of her pinning her to the floor underneath his weight. She felt his fingers crawl around and clasp the waist band of her shorts and then they were down to her knees. Without trying to get them the rest of the way off he rips at them and Serena heard the sound of cloth ripping and pain as the fabric was torn off of her body. "Now I don't have to keep you quiet do I?" Serena answered him by screaming. She kept on screaming until she felt something being pushed into her mouth it was wet and it smelled like her... it was her g-string! She tossed her head and tried to spit it out but was unable to. She heard cruel laughter come out of Rob's mouth and she tried to struggle when he began to pull her legs apart in a bruising grip. She soon realized that it was pointless, and simply gave up. A single tear crept down her cheek as she felt Rob's cock try to gain entrance into her. She shook her head no over and over again. But, this was lost as Rob's cock impaled her. Her eyes widened in both pain and pleasure and she tried to moan but the g-string in her mouth prevented her from doing so. She heard him laugh. "So easy to slip into that wet pussy of yours huh?" Serena gasped as she felt him roll his hips into hers. Involuntarily she thrusted her hips back to meet his as he pulled his cock out of her to slam it back in. She began to get into a rhythm with him. She could feel her climax building like a wave and it was going to flow over her body. She moaned as the climax began to hit her... "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!?" The orgasm swept through her body as her ice-blue eyes shot open in horror. Mr. Samuels was standing in front of her with fury written across his mature and handsome features. Almost in a blur Serena heard Rob trying to make excuses. "Uh... sorry, me and my girlfriend..." Rob's voice froze in his mouth as Serena watched him lock eyes with Mr. Samuels. "Get out you stupid boy!" Mr. Samuels yelled. Rob didn't need to be told twice. He scurried off of Serena leaving her alone and naked in front of... him... her lover... Mr. Samuels. Serena felt a blush burning her cheeks as she tried to hide herself from him prying eyes. "Stop... don't cover yourself." Serena listened and dropped her hands away from her body but not before she removed the wet red g-string from her mouth. "Do you remember what you told me in my office?" Serena could only nod. She didn't trust her voice. "What did you say?" Sere did not answer him and he began to tap his foot in annoyance. "Well?" "Yes... I remember," Serena whispered. "Do you remember that you said you were my slut?" Serena nodded silently and listened to voice as it became harsher with anger. "Then what the HELL did I catch you doing?" "He forced me! He grabbed me as I was walking to my locker and pulled me into a closet! Then he dragged me here!" "Stand up." Serena flinched as she heard the cold words issued out of Mr. Samuels lips. She obeyed. "Do you know what I hate more than anything? More than the fact that you are a fucking whore?" A single tear slipped down her cheek and dripped down her jaw line as he spoke the horrible words. "No what?" she questioned almost silently not wanting to hear the answer. "That you're a fucking lying whore!!! Get against the far wall... hands on the wall, back to me." Serena did as she was told with teats running down her face. She had finally had him... and that prick Rob has ruined it for her! "I did not lie," she spoke low and to the wall. She could feel his eyes on her. She knew how she must look... a naked, sweaty body, and she was shaking from her crying. "Stick that fat ass out more." Serena pushed her hands high up on the wall and leaned the rest of her body downward making her ass stick high and open for Mr. Samuels. She heard him moving behind her but she dared not turn her head. She heard a strange noise... it was like wood rubbing against cardboard— SMACK! Serena drew in a breath as she felt something hit across her ass. She was about to scream when another cracked down upon her bottom. "Count Serena!" "Two," she whimpered. "No, no, no. YOU start at," Smack, "one." "One." Smack. "Two." Then there were two rapid cracks upon her ass and Serena's mind was blown at the pain and pleasure. "Keep up, Serena!" "Three!" Serena moaned as she felt the thing graze her ass a fourth time. She reached down and couldn't help herself. She began to play with her clit and push her fingers inside of her as Mr. Samuels continued to punish her. Serena waited tensed for the stroke to land across her ass. "So you like a little pain with your pleasure, whore?" SMACK! "Five," the strangled cry came out of her mouth. "Yes, I like pain." Serena whispered horrified that she had told her deepest secret to this... man. Her thoughts trembled. A real man, not a silly boy. "We can arrange that, then. Stay where you are." Serena shivered as she heard the beautiful sound of his belt being unclasped. She shuddered remembering the last time when he had brought that belt across her ass. Suddenly, Serena feels his cock touch her hand. Serena lets her fingers graze across his cock head then slowly tried to make his cock enter her. "Ohhh no... just get more of your juices on it." Serena hangs her head in despair as she feels him move away from her. She felt him pat her red, sore butt. "Don't you worry... reach back and spread yourself for me." Serena leaned lower and pushed her shoulder to the wall and used both of her hand to spread herself wide for Mr. Samuels. She almost screamed with frustration as he rubbed his cock over her pussy and slide closer towards her asshole. She felt him pause knowing that he wanted her to completely and utterly realize what he was going to do to her. Serena sighed in pleasure as she felt his cock enter her pussy and she could feel her juices running down her legs. Suddenly, the cock was gone. Serena was tempted to look behind her but she didn't want to be punished again. Serena gasped as she felt his cock invade her asshole. There was a bit of resistance at first, but she felt a light swat on her tender bottom and realized she needed to relax. With her doing that he pushed, sliding into her, taking her to a new place, a new pleasure. Serena couldn't help but let out a grunting moan as she felt his hips press against her ass cheeks. She had never let someone fuck her there... only teasing fingers had played... she forced herself to relax. Mr. Samuels began slowly at first, almost tenderly, making her feel like he really cared for her. Serena groaned as Mr. Samuels began to pick up the pace getting her used to and giving her hard little jots here and there. Serena began to moan louder and louder. His pace picked up more speed and soon he was slamming her ass with quick powerful strokes. Serena began to scream with pleasure. All pretenses faded away and Mr. Samuels felt the primal urge to simply fuck this young, beautiful thing. Grabbing her hips, he started to pound as hard as he could, squeezing the flesh on her hips so it only added to the pleasure and the pain that filled her body. Serena felt the shudders course through her body as one climax after another ripped through her body with amazing speed. The bruising crush of Mr. Samuels' hands heightened her pleasure and threw her into a whole different world. "I'm going to cum in you," Mr. Samuels whispered in her ear. It wasn't a question. She felt him squeezing her, pulling her, punishing her making her want him with every fiber of her being... Serena felt him pick up the pace once more increasing his tempo and grip as a climax begin to roll over her. "Yes please," Serena begs. A shudder wracks through her body and she lets out a high pitched scream. "Please... what...?" Mr. Samuels asked breathless. Serena could tell he was so very close. "Please fucking cum in me! I was to feel it squirt deep inside! Fuck my ass! Fill it!" With that, Mr. Samuels came hard, groaning loudly. Serena felt the hot squirts of cum in and she climaxed a final time with her... her Master... Mr. Samuels' orgasm faded and he pulled himself out of her. Serena collapsed to the floor sweat and out of breath. Standing next to her Serena felt him pat her head. But, it made her feel like a dog and someone who was cared for at the same time. She looked up at him and couldn't help but smile for she felt her heart swell. Teaching Serena Ch. 03 Serena walked slowly to Mr. Samuels' office. She knew that he wanted to meet with her but she had been putting off seeing him for the past week... since that night with Rob. She knocked on the door and heard a muffled "Come in." Serena's teeth began to chatter in nervousness. She tried to control the chattering but she was unable to. Her hands were like ice as she stepped into Mr. Samuel's office. He was looking over some paper and didn't look up when she knocked on the doorway to notify him of her presence. "Mr.... Mr. Samuels?" Serena watched him inwardly sigh and add one more notation to the paper he was grading. He looked up once at her and then went back to grading another paper. "Come in, Serena. Keep the door open." I'm in deep trouble, Serena thought, as she slowly lowered herself onto the chairs facing Mr. Samuels' desk. "Remain standing. (I was thinking the dialogue "and please do not sit!" wasn't necessary, and the shorter way makes him sound more in control... your call though!) Serena looked at Mr. Samuels but he continued to correct the papers that lay on his desk. She pushed back the chair so that it was out the way and stood up, her face flushing. She waited for a little bit and then began to fiddle her fingers with nervous impatience. "What can I help with you today, Serena?" Serena shuffled her feet before answering his question. "You asked me to come and see you...," her voice falters with her lie. "This was the first chance I could find because I have been so busy." Mr. Samuels looked at Serena with a stern eye. "You have a problem following orders, Serena." "I... I..." "When I tell you something, you are to listen. Is that understood?" "Yes", Serena responded noting the authority in his voice that commanded respect. "And..." he said with a raised eyebrow, "do not interrupt me." You should know I enjoy your company Serena," he lowered his voice. "Do you like the way I use you?" Serena looked at him and stayed silent, unsure of how to answer him. "Do you like how I squeeze your hips and pull your hair and bite your shoulder and fuck your ass?" "Yes," she spoke softly and looked at the floor, astonished by the directness of his forthrightness. "Do you like how I punish your plump round ass with my hands, my belt, and whatever else I can hurt it with?" Mr. Samuels waited for Serena's answer. "Yes," Serena looked at him in the eyes, "I love it... you make me feel so good and so bad at the same time." "Good." He paused. "Open you blouse." Serena followed his order. She brought her hand to the first button of her deep purple silk shirt. She began to unbutton one at a time, trying to make it as sensual as she could. Mr. Samuels smiled and his eyes flicked to the open door. His smile deepened. He was impressed that she was following his orders with the door open... very impressed. "Let me see your breasts better... pull your blouse open all the way." Serena nodded softly and unlatched her bra in the front letting her breasts fall out of the restraining cups. "Mmm," Mr. Samuels stays silent eyeing her breasts then asks her a question. "Why do you follow orders, Serena?" "Because you ask them of me." "Why does that make any difference?" Serena fell silent and her eyes become unfocused as she thought about her answer. "I've," Serena huffs and looks flustered. "You... I just want to obey you're every whim. I don't know why. It just feels right... I'm sorry I can't explain myself better," Serena finished hanging her head in submission. "Don't feel to bad, that was an excellent answer," Mr. Samuels grinned slyly as he wrote something down. "Now close your shirt." Serena followed his order but first took off her black lacey bra and put it in her purse then finished buttoning her shirt. Mr. Samuels handed Serena a piece of paper. "I want you to come to my home at 9:00 tonight." Serena was looking at the piece of paper but her head came up very fast as he continued to speak. "Tonight?" Her voice trembled. "Tonight. We need to work on... well I don't have to explain myself now just do as you're told." Serena visibly shivered. "Yes I will be there," the lingering question of what will be in store in her mind. "Do you have any questions?" "One." "Well, make it quick. I am quite busy here." "Are you going to be my Master tonight?" Serena's request broke Mr. Samuels icy demeanor and he couldn't help but try to hide the merging grin from his mouth. "Serena, I am always the Master and you are to never speak with the doubt I hear from your voice. Is that clear!" Serena nodded in agreement feeling the power and passion of complete submission to this man. "Tonight you will show me if I am to be your Master forever." "Am I to wear exactly the same outfit I am wearing now or may I make a few changes?" I will still wear the basic things however..." "Fine," Mr. Samuels motioned with a quick dismissal hand gesture. "Do you want to tell me what you have in mind?" Serena lowered her head breaking their eye contact. "No that is ok," timidly trying to not sound disobedient but not wanting to ruin the surprise either. "That's fine... I'm tempted to trust you." "Am I dismissed?" Serena asked quietly nodding to his last remark. Mr. Samuel nodded and Serena turned and left the room. * * * Serena walked into her shared apartment and sighed, thankful that her roommate was out and about and not home. She dropped her book bag and walked into her room and flopped onto her bed. She looked at her alarm clock and it read 6:00. Three hours, she thought as she draped one arm across her eyes. She knew that if she didn't get up she would fall asleep, so she got up walked to her closet. She unbuttoned her shirt and hung it back up knowing she would have to put it back on for Mr. Samuels in a couple of hours. She then kicked off her white high-heeled sandals and pulled off her pinstriped pants and pushed down her black lacey thong. Serena opened up a small bag in her closet and pulled out a small hot pink vibrator.... Mm, this is going to feel good, Serena thought as she walked naked into the bathroom needing desperately to relieve the continuous urgency of sexual desire that was the life of a dedicated nymph. Serena turned on the hot water and stepped into the shower and placed the vibrator on the side of the tub. She turned and felt the hot water pour over her soft body. She began to lather up her hair and spent a few minutes massaging her scalp and relaxing herself. She washed out the shampoo and put conditioner in. While letting the conditioner soak in she shaved her legs and pussy, then washed out the conditioner. Serena cleaned her body with a nice smelling soap and reached for her waterproof pink vibrator. Serena moaned as she felt the vibrator hum against her clit. It felt so good and she leaned against the shower wall. She never used it in the shower before and loved the feeling of water pounding on her body and her clit being pleasured. She felt the orgasm building and came as the vibrator quivered over her clit. She sighed and slipped down to the bottom of the shower. Sitting there with her eyes closed and legs spread, she felt the water rushing over her and became aware it was getting colder by the minute. She sighed, wanting to have another orgasm in the shower but not wanting to be cold. Serena shifted, dragged herself out of the shower, and toweled herself dry. She stepped out of the bathroom and flopped onto her bed again. She was still holding the vibrator and felt her inner lust still unsatisfied and a smile crept upon her face. She placed it between her legs and proceeded to give herself another orgasm. Serena cried out as the beginning wave of an orgasm began to over take her body. She screamed as she thrust the vibrator into her pussy and began to fuck herself with it and she played with her clit using her fingers. Her body shuddered and she moaned when she began to climax over and over again and she slipped into a light sleep. "Serena?" a voice spoke through Serena's dream and she found her looking up at Mindy, her roommate. "Mmm?" Serena rolled over and looked at the clock. It was 8:30. "Damn it!" Serena shot up and collided heads with Mindy. She shook her head to clear her vision. "Mindy are you alright? I'm so sorry and," Serena looked down at herself. She was naked and her pink vibrator was sticking out of her pussy. "Oh my god," Serena gasped, remembering her earlier activities. "It is ok, Serena," Mindy spoke softly and slowly brought her hand down upon Serena's naked hip. "I... always hoped I would find you like this." Serena was shocked and she looked at Mindy and felt her hand on her hip. Serena didn't know what Mindy meant, but she knew she needed to get ready to see Mr. Samuels. "Mindy, I have to get ready to go somewhere..." Serena dwindled off and saw a look of soft rejection in Mindy's eyes. "I hope you have a good time," Mindy said as she smiled sadly. Serena hoped that she meant it and would mean it when she got home later. "Thank you." Serena replied as Mindy walked out of her room. That was kind of weird, Serena thought as she got off her bed and went into her closet. She pulled out a pair of small fishnet stocking and a matching black garter. She put those on and then pulled her purple silk shirt on without a bra. She buttoned up the shirt and then looked around to find her favorite pair of black pinstripe club pants. They had holes on the sides and looked professionally slutty. She grinned as she put them on then went into the bathroom and blew dried her hair and put on her make up. Serena grabbed her white high-heeled sandals and headed out the door. She drove fast, concerned that she would be late. Would he even let her in if she didn't show up on time? She drove faster. Before too long, she arrived at the proper address. She looked down at her outfit one last time before opening the car door. She took a deep breath and set her shoulders, then strutted up to Mr. Samuels's door and knocked twice. He opened the door and couldn't help but smile seeing her there. "You look lovely... come in. Serena smiled and ducked her head. Stepping over the doorway and into the house, she looked around the room, then her eyes locked with those of the older professor. "Come here, Serena." Tenderly and quickly he gave her a smooch on the lips. Serena was taken aback as she felt his lips press upon hers. Her surprise soon turned to pleasure as she felt him kiss deeper. "Now," he said sternly, "I expect you to be a good girl tonight. If you're not able to follow directions... well, I have a way of dealing with that." Serena nodded and dropped her coat to the floor in one fluid motion, showing off what she wore for him. He hardly looked at her; instead he turned and asked her to follow him. Naturally, she complied. They went to the backyard where a table has been set up, with a few candles on it. The table had six chairs: one at each head, and two on each side. Mr. Samuels sat down at the head of the table and started to pour himself a glass of wine. Serena continued to stand, remembering how earlier in his office she was made to stand. She fidgeted as he sipped his red wine without glancing at her. Then he spoke. "Serena, please sit." He looked up to watch her. Serena walked to the other end of the table and sat down, feeling conscience of his eyes on her body and her flimsy coverings. "Serena? Do you have the right to sit at a head of the table?" She silently cursed herself for being so stupid, then immediate stood up, accidentally knocking over her chair in the process. She gasped audibly, then looked at the professor's calm gaze. Cringing slowly, she picked up the fallen chair. Her face burned as she felt him chuckle at her and shake his head. "I expect my questions answered. Now, do you have the right to sit at the head of a table?" "N-no," she stammered. "I agree. Why don't you have that privilege?" He smiled like a predator circling around his prey and hoped for a self-deprecating answer. She mumbled, "I am... I am your slave. I'm sorry." He paused, the answered, "Good girl... come stand next to me." She did as she was told, and he continued. "As your punishment, I want you to take off a piece of clothing. Then you will you sit where a good slave should... next to me?" She silently nodded. "Good. What piece of clothing will you take off? You decide." Serena took off he deep purple shirt, revealing her luscious, naked breasts to him. She heard him take a breath in, then she folded the shirt, put it neatly on a chair, then sat next to him. He smiled at her. "Wonderful... you may have some wine if you want." "N-no thank you." "Are you nervous? Honestly and immediately she answered, "Very much so, Mr. Samuels." He laughed heartily and said, "Then have some wine... relax!" He paused, then added, "Are you always this nervous with men who have already fucked you?" He watched her face as she felt the jibe hit her, making her feel whorish and cheap. He then asked, "What makes you a slave, Serena?" "My willingness?" she said meekly, with little hope in her voice. He would not interrupt her, preferring instead to let her sink or swim. Serena looks exasperated for a moment then added, "My sluttiness? I don't know." He suddenly looked upon her sweetly. He ran his hand over hers, saying softly, "Don't be exasperated... I know you're trying your best." Pleadingly, she said, "All I can think of is my willingness..." "Yes... very nice. Take off your pants." Serena carefully slid her chair back, then wiggled her soft pants down, slowly and seductively, while gyrating to music all her own. She looked at him as he slowly looked her body over, his eyes stopping at her garter belt, black stockings, and pantyless crotch. "You look especially wonderful tonight." Serena slowly started to turn around, showing off her. "Bend over the table... I want to see your butt better." Calmly, the girl bent her frame over the glass table. Wanting to anticipate his orders, she reached back and pulled her cheeks apart. Mr. Samuels laughed softly. "You didn't need to go that far... but thank you. "I wanted to please you," Serena responded simply. He slowly ran his hand over her hair, then a few fingers down her back... then two fingers of the small of her back, and one, ever so slowly, down the crack of her ass. Serena shivered as she felt his fingers trace her body, and knew that he was happy seeing her in a garter and thigh high stockings. She felt his single finger move over her ass, the tip lightly touching her asshole. It lingered for a moment, teasing her, then moved on to her pussy. She moaned softly, and he suddenly plunged his single finger deep into her pussy. She was spread open, and he pushed, trying to get as much as possible in her. He twisted his wrist, curling his finger to say hello on her g-spot. Standing behind her, he used his other hand to steady himself; his other palm found its way onto the back of her neck. He leaned a bit, applying pressure, and squeezed a bit too. Then, as fast as his finger entered her pussy, he pulled it out. His other hand remained on her neck, and he waited for her to get the courage to ask what was going on. "Oh my... god..." the girl moaned as little orgasms coursed through her body. Then, "Mr. Samuels?" "Yes Serena?" She shuddered a final time and leaned more heavily on the table top. Then she spoke very softly in a small voice: "Thank you." His finger, wet with her juices, starts to lightly rub her asshole. "You're welcome... but we're hardly done." ...to be continued! Teaching Serena Ch. 04 Serena smiled happily and looked back at the professor. There she was, in his backyard, his finger in her pussy. She loved submitting for this man. Wanting to show it, she moved her hips so his finger pressed just a little bit deeper into her asshole. He responded by slowly starting to push his finger in. "You certainly have taken to this... to having it here." He paused and added, "All slutty girls do." Serena answered him with just a moan of pleasure. He pushed in more, going to his second knuckle. "Do you know why this feels so good to you?" She wiggled her ass a bit, inviting more. "No... Mr..." He started to slightly curl and uncurl his finger inside her ass. "Because of what you are. And that is what?" "A-a slut," she whispered. He started to curl and wiggle his finger faster. "I can't hear you." "I'm a slut," she spoke louder and clearer. "Serena, say loudly. I certainly don't care if anyone hears you." And with that he started to finger fuck her ass. Serena quietly moaned before answering, taking a significant time to simply feel his finger sliding in and out of her ass. "I'm a slut!" she said with force. "Yesss... good girl," he said. Then slowly and lovingly, he took his finger out of her ass. "Stand up." She jerkily stood, with slight tremors going through her body. He spoke to her like she was a child. "Rule number one: when it's just the two of us on my home, you're to be totally naked unless I tell you otherwise." With that, he stopped and stared at her; taking the hint, she stripped without hesitation. His eyes crawled over her body. He reminded himself why he had always loved the soft curves of freshman girls. "Very nice... you are a pretty girl." Serena flushed upon hearing the praise roll out of his mouth. She looked up at him with a small smile playing upon her lip. "You look as though you don't hear that enough." Serena's eyes opened wide and hurt was in their depths. Softly, she said, "I hear it enough." His response was suddenly biting: "You might hear it more if you didn't make yourself so available to the college boys." He stared at her for a moment, then turned and started to walk inside. As if it were a defense, Serena softly said, "They are boys," and started to follow him. He lead her into his den and sat in the big leather chair. A fire was burning, and the room felt extremely inviting and comfortable. He watched Serena as she looked around timidly. Spying a soft, tiger skin rug on the floor near the fireplace, she sat on it, near Mr. Samuels's feet. "Good girl... you're learning your place." Once again, he couldn't help but smile with admiration at how hard she was trying, and how fast she was learning. But he only allowed himself to smile for a moment. He forced himself to regain control, and his smile faded. He continued, "But I'm thirsty... please go into the kitchen and make me a mixed drink. Your choice, Serena." He watched Serena's brow knit. Mixed drink? She wondered silently. She lifted herself off of the tiger skin, paused, and saw Mr. Samuels point towards the kitchen. She slipped into the room. Hunting around, the found a bottle of vodka in the refrigerator, as well as a bottle of sunny-d. Figuring the latter to be as good as orange juice, a smile crept upon her lips. It took her three cabinets until she found two glasses and mixed... but what is it called? she questioned herself. Pouring half vodka and half sunny-d, she carefully mixed the drink, then poured herself half a glass of the juice for herself. Feeling proud, the walked back into the den and knelt in front of him. Placing his glass in his hands, their fingers brushed; her heart skipped in excitement until she felt his fingers pull away slightly. She looked around and didn't know where to place her glass after taking a sip. Mr. Samuels took a sip, swilled it in his mouth for a moment, and swallowed. Serena saw that he was unreadable, and for a moment, he did not look happy... then he couldn't help but smile and he grinned from ear to ear. "A screwdriver with made with sunny delight, hhmm? Haven't tried that one before." Serena looked down and couldn't help but be disappointed. She never made a mixed drink before... should it have been stronger? Less alcohol? She sighed and said, "Do you like it, Mr. Samuels? His hand went to her face and stroked her cheek, softly and sweetly. "It's very good, Serena." She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, and then his eyes drifted downward to the glass she had in her hand and his smile faded fast. "I see you made yourself one too?" "N-no. It is just the orange juice... I-I don't drink." "Hhmmm." Serena's eyes widened, "I shouldn't have made it..." He looked at her thoughtfully. "I would like to point out that I didn't ask you to get yourself something to drink... what do you say to that?" She put her head down, shocked and disappointed in herself. "Serena, look at me." Tentatively she looked up at him, not wanting to meet his eye. "Serena, look at me." She breathed out, straightened her shoulders, and looked him in the eye. "Do you have a voice, Serena?" "Yes... I have a voice." "If you were thirsty, what should have done with your voice?" he said his eyes flashing with anger now." "I..." Her breath caught in her throat as she watched his eyes dance in the firelight, looking predatory. "I should have asked." "Yes. Close your eyes and bring your face closer to me." She did as he bid, and without pausing, he brought his hand back and slapped her cheek hard, with enough force to knock her off her balance. She was thrown backward onto her ass, and landed with her legs splayed open. Her eyes were still tightly closed and she opened them slowly. Raising a hand to her cheek, her face burned with embarrassment. Then she immediately returned to her kneeling position. Mr. Samuels opened his mouth, about to compliment her on keeping her eyes closed... then he stopped himself, remembering that she was merely doing what was expected. Why did he continue to have the feeling that this girl was different than the rest? Then he spoke. "Go spill out your drink. Fill the glass with ice cubes and come back here to stand in front of me." She stood, feeling self-conscious about her nudity for the first time, and said meekly, "Would you like me to wash the glass before putting the ice cubes into it?" "Yes," was his answer, and nothing more. Serena nodded and returned to the kitchen. Quickly washing the glass with hot water, the then pushed it against the ice maker and returned to the den, kneeling at his feet. He looked at her like she was pitiful. "Close your eyes again." He took the glass from her and watched her cheeks burn with awkwardness, feeling that she had done something wrong, but not sure what it was. Once her eyes closed, he sized her up again, reveling in the fact that despite her wonderful nature, she was not perfect-she still needed punishment. Punishment only he could give. And how he had always loved hurting girls just like this. He opened his hand flat, eyed the redness on her cheek, and slapped her again, hitting her cheek with as much force as he could muster, hoping to make the sting hard enough so she would remember the proper way to act. She fell again on her ass; her cheek hurt and she felt mortified that she couldn't handle a single slap without falling. She quickly assumed the kneeling position once again. "Serena... stand up. I told you to remain standing when you got back from the kitchen." She opened her eyes and blinked. He did? she thought as she quickly stood, timidly holding her hands behind her as she stared at his shoe. He jingled her glass, filled with ice, then slowly took out a cube. Looking at it a moment, he then pressed it to her belly button. He smiled as she took in a sharp breath, and watched as the melting water snaked down her tummy and onto her crotch. Serena kept her eyes firmly on the floor as she felt the ice water drip down and delve between her pussy lips. He moved the ice up, going in between her breasts, then lazily circled her right nipple. Serena let out a soft breath as she felt her nipple harden in response. The ice cube was small now; he simply put it into his mouth and took out another one. Looking up at her, knowing she was watching him out of the corner of her eye, he slowly and intentionally moved the ice to her other nipple, pressing it hard into her. "Oooo..." she whispered, "that's nice." Smiling, he started to slide the ice down her chest, over her tummy, and onto her hot, bare crotch. "Is it, Serena?" "Yes... yes...." She gulped knowing he did not give her leave to speak. He moved the ice closer to her pussy. "Are you sure?" "Oh yes," and with that she involuntarily met Mr. Samuels's eyes. Her gaze widened and she looked at the floor once again. She sighed and opened up her legs a bit wider. She moved her feet a little bit, cooing as she felt the cold ice slip deeper. "You look as though you like this... I'm glad," he said, and pushed what was left of the ice into her pussy. He smiled, loving the feeling on his fingers of the very cold and the very warm. "How would you say you have handled yourself tonight, Serena?" A moan escaped her mouth and she threw back her head as the ice pressed against her clit. He took another cube and ran it back and forth over her slit. "Well?" "I... I have done my best... I am fumbling with nervousness but... I love submitting to you." She gasped as the ice cube was pushed into her pussy and left there. "I agree... you have done your best. I like that you take your punishments well. You don't complain. Now... get on your knees. You know what I want you to do." Serena got on her knees and crawled over, a knowing smile on her face. She slowly ran hear hands up, brushing his legs through his suit pants. She then began to undo his belt, and for a moment her hands shook as she remembered the wonderful pleasure/pain it had brought her. Mr. Samuels smiled broadly at her reaction. "You're a keeper, you know that Serena?" She looked up at him in shock. "A what? I am?" She wanted to ask why, but knew her speaking out was bold enough as it was. She pulled the belt out of his pants, and began to undo the button. "Stop." She immediately stilled her hands and let them drop to the floor. "What was that look on your face?" "The look?" She thought for a moment. "It was shock." "At what?" "Your words. "I see," he said, starting to stroke his chin, if only to hide his smile. "how do those words make you feel... beyond the shock?" "Warm and fuzzy?" She looked up at him and tilted her head with a cute smile playing on her lip. He simply ran his hand over the top of her head, then stood. "Stay here," he said, and with that he left the room. Serena felt her legs beginning to cramp up as she waited for one minute, then two, and then five. Her knees ached, yet still she did not move. He returned, holding something in his hand that Serena could not see. He sat and smiled at her in silence, knowing that she needed to stretch. "Something on your mind? Thoughts flashed in her mind: positions, beatings, lovings... "Not a whole lot, Mr. Samuels." "I would like you to have this." He handed her a small strip of leather with a tiny silver buckle on it... he could see her looking quizzically at it, trying to figure it out. "Can you tell what it is?" "Is... is that a collar?" He smiled with pride. "Yes, good girl!" Serena immediately pulled her hair off of her shoulders and held it up, presenting her creamy, smooth neck to him. He lightly ran a finger over her neck, then put the collar on her, fastening it securely. He saw her shiver as it clicked, remaining firm on her neck. "You look wonderful wearing that." "Thank you..." "Now come with me." He stood and started to walk away quickly. Serena scrambled up to follow up, but her legs buckled and she fell to the group. His back to her, he stopped, but did not turn around. "Come along, Serena. Your legs will get used to all of this." Serena felt her legs trembling, and she saw he would not turn around to check on her. She bit her lip and tried again to rise, only to fall on the floor again as a cramp seized her left calf muscle. On her third try, her wobbly legs finally gave her the strength to stand. He lead her to a bedroom, and saw on her face anticipation that rose then fell as she realized it must be a spare bedroom and not his own. "Serena, get up on the bed. Present your ass and pussy to me." She wished that they were in his bedroom... but did as he asked. Waiting for her to be ready, Mr. Samuels rummaged through a drawer. She heard him put something on top of the dresser. "Let me tell you something about myself." She heard the sounds of his belt buckle being undone. "I like watching you squirm." Smack! His belt hit her butt sharply. "In fact, I love it." Gritting her teeth through the pain, she said, "I've noticed, Mr. Samuels." Smack! The belt laced across her tender back. "Ahh! Mr. Samuels!" Ignoring her, he continued. "And I know that you like this treatment... you love it. Am I right?" "Yes... yes, you are." He stood a bit closer, and smacked her across the back again. "Why do you like this?" "I don't know..." Suddenly he dropped the belt and grabbed the back of her hair, pulling firmly. His voice was angry and low. "You do know. Think of the words that describe yourself!" There was nothing but silence. "You don't know?" He pulled her hair hard, bringing her head back. "Are you a slut?" "...Yours...." "Are you a whore?" "...Yours...." He let go of her hair and her head slipped down between her arms. "Oh no you don't!" He yanked her hair, snapping her head back up, so she was looking up at him. "Are you a slave?" "Yours..." She gasped as her head was pulled back farther, and tears pricked her eyes. "Keep looking at me... don't move your head." He let go of her hair, his hand slowly moving down it, down her back, and onto her ass. He roughly pulled at her cheeks, squeezing them hard enough to turn the creamy skin bruised. Reaching over to the dresser, he picked up something. He looked in her eye, and his hand moved... suddenly, something hard was pressing against her asshole. She tried to look back, but remembered a moment too late that she wasn't supposed to move her head. He sneered at her, and pushed the top of the vibrator hard into her ass. "How deep do you think this will go?" "All the way? Hopefully?" He kept pushing, and she groaned low as the vibrator filled her ass up. Then, after a moment, she felt his fingers touching the cheeks of her ass. He patted her lightly on the head, and kissed her hair. "You were right, my pet... all the way. I'm impressed." He paused. "But the real question is... how will you react to his?" Twisting his fingers, he turned the vibrator on. For a split second, it was very fast, making her body jump. But he lowered it quickly to a dull, repeating thump thump thump. Serena smiled to herself, enjoying being called pet, and sighed at the feeling of the humming vibrator. "I like..." she said, her voice dreamy. He stepped away from her, looking at her from behind. He shook his head in amazement. His job meant girls her age were plentiful, but her ass was particularly gorgeous, with its soft cheeks, sweet, hairless pussy, and an asshole that took the vibrator wonderfully.... and then his eye was caught by her soft hips. He reached out, taking one firmly in his hand, and squeezed. She cried out but did not speak, and he did it again, loving how her sweet body felt in his powerful hand. Serena felt him move away from her, and she wiggled her ass in a slight invitation. He let go, and sat on the bed, bringing his legs up and over her motionless body. He stared at her, then broke the silence. "Serena?" "Hmm?" Serena's eyes were closed, and she the opened them. "I mean, yes, Mr. Samuels?" He said simply, "Use your mouth." Her eyes opened wide and her smile grew broad. She moved her body carefully and mewed as the vibrator hit a good spot. She unzipped the professor's pants, and pulled out his semi-hard cock, and slipped it into her mouth, sucking him completely in. Then she wrapped one hand around the shaft as his cock began to harden. He groaned softly and put his head back, his eyes closed, his hand running over her head and through her hair. "You are such a good girl." Serena softly began to hum as she picked up her pace, twisting her hand around his cock shaft and sucking the hard, teasing the little hole with her tongue. She was particularly good at what she was going. He wondered if she was this good out of experience or natural talent. He smiled to himself as he figured it probably was a combination of both in this young college student. She tentatively moved her other hand so she was gently cupping his balls, and began to lightly play with them. He again groaned in response, squeezing a handful of her hair, moving his hips in an attempt to fill her mouth with more of his cock. He slowly applied pressure to her hair, pulling her face down. She groaned back, trying to take as much of his cock into her mouth. Her eyes watered when he hit the back of her throat. She tried to pull away, but he quickly removed his hand from her hair and smacked her shoulder hard. He put his hand back on her head and started to fuck her face as she played with his balls. He put his second hand on her cheek, and then he was totally in control of her mouth and head. He fucked her mouth faster, knowing he was hitting the back of her throat, too aroused to care. All that concerned him is that she was--barely--able to prevent herself from gagging, and it was good enough for him. With the vibrator in her ass still quietly humming away, his hand made fists, twisting and pulling her hair as he kept her head in place. Her lips were tight against his cock, her mouth was warm and wet, and her throat rubbed up against the head of his head wonderfully: He was getting closer now, and he pushed his fists against her cheeks. Had she been able to move her head, she would have tried to lower it, as the pull on her hair was hurting her. But could not, and resigned herself to the bumping her jaw and face got each time he thrust his dick in her mouth again. The pressure on her cheeks made the inside of her mouth even tighter, and Mr. Samuels again groaned in pleasure. Had Serena been a normal girl, a girl his own age, he would have told her he was close to cumming. But he knew she was a slut, a whore, a slave--and all his. All he did was to relax one hand slightly, bringing it and her hair near her chin. Serena looked up at him, and he then his back arched and he pushed her head back a bit, so that his cock was out of her lovely mouth. Taking his free hand, still with her hair intermingled, he wrapped his fingers beneath the head of his cock, and groaned loudly with the pleasure of orgasm. For a moment, Serena was confused, then she felt warm wetness hit her temple, her cheek, and her chin. He was cumming on her face. Her eyes closed as she felt the hot, gooey splash hit her face over and over again. She felt on hit her cheek and on her chin. One landed on her lips and her tongue snaked out to taste the salty cum. He moved his hand up and down, and before too long the last drops were oozing out onto her lovely blonde hair. Her face was a mess with his cum dripping onto the bed. He was still for a moment, then he opened his eyes, gazing lovingly at his special whore. He let go of his cock and her hair. He looked deeply into his eyes, unable to express the emotions coursing through him. Instead, he affectionately and softly took her hair and started to use it to wipe her face. Softly, he spoke. "Thank you for that, Pet."