17 comments/ 17972 views/ 9 favorites Her New Pet By: GoddessVictoria His meeting with Melissa was scheduled for 3pm. He arrived fifteen minutes early because he wanted to have time for a quick drink. He also wanted to be prepared for whatever else she might decide to throw at him. He'd read through her list of demands countless times now and they all added up to the same thing. She didn't just want to cut his balls off, she wanted to cook them in a white wine sauce and then force him to slowly eat them. And the worst of it? There was absolutely nothing that he could do about it. She had too much evidence against him. There wasn't a court or a judge in the land that wouldn't think her ball breaking demands were more than reasonable under the circumstances. He'd believed himself to be so clever. He'd allowed himself to become smug because nice, submissive, boring Melissa was so wrapped up in her perfect marriage that she'd never suspect a thing. Very quickly though he'd discovered a very different side to nice, submissive, boring Melissa. While he'd been enjoying inflating his macho ego she had slowly been gathering the evidence. She'd been at least two steps ahead of him. And now she wanted payback. With interest. He pushed open the door of the restaurant. And, of course, she was already there. She was sitting in a corner, her hands resting on the table in front of her, her well manicured finger nails tapping on a wine glass. She looked absolutely fantastic. She was wearing a navy business suit and black pumps. Her dark blonde hair had been cut. And she was smiling. In fact the bitch was positively beaming. Her smile grew even wider when she saw him. He walked towards her. "Hi Paul. Sit down. We have a lot to discuss." He sat down. Still beaming, her eyes glowing with savage delight, she looked into his eyes when he was seated. "So have you looked through my requests?" "Yes" I have. "And?" "I'll be ruined." She took a strand of hair in her hand and twisted around her little finger. "Yes. I suppose you will." "You're enjoying this. Aren't you?" "Hmm. Let me me think about that. Yes. I am. I'm enjoying it immensely. Such fun watching you squirm." "Why can't you at least try to be reasonable about this? I made a mistake." "Actually darling. You made four mistakes. Their names were - she held up a finger for each one- Alicia, Carol, Jackie and Tiffany. In fact Jackie and Tiffany were both at the same time. " She smiled again. "I never thought that you were the kinky sort." She took a sip of her wine. "I'm sure that you think that I'm a ball breaking bitch. And you are absolutely right. I have every intention of cutting your balls off and then grinding them under my heel and we both know that I will get exactly what I want. "So why are we here then? He asked her. Do you want me to beg?" "Oh I'd love to hear you beg. And see you grovel. In fact why don't we try that? "What?" "Try begging. Beg me to give you another chance. Who knows. Maybe that's all I want?" He looked at her. Was she serious? She looked back at him, raising her eyebrows slightly but didn't say a word. Fuck you bitch! His pride said. But when he opened his mouth very different words came out. "I'm really, really sorry. I'm sorry that I hurt you. I'm sorry that I cheated. Please forgive me. Please give me another chance. I'm begging you." "Not bad" she said, "not bad at all. You actually sounded pretty sincere. Just one question." "yes" "If I told you that if you were to get down on your knees right now and lick my shoes that I'd forgive you. That I'd take you back, forget about your cheating and destroy all the evidence I have, would you do it?" He hesitated for a moment. "Yes" She clapped her hands and sniggered. "Oh I am so tempted to make you do it but that would be far too easy." His face turned a deep red. "You bitch" "Hush darling" she whispered, pressing a finger to her lips, "You don't want people to hear, do you?" "What's the point of all this?" "The point is this. I do have a new proposal. I am genuinely willing to take you back and forget about the cheating. In fact, I'll even let you move back into the house. But not as my husband. Or my lover." "So what then?" "I'll allow you to move back in- as my pet dog." Again that huge beaming smile. "Is this a joke?" She shook her head. "No. I'm totally serious. I've given it a lot of thought. You've been putting it about like a dog in heat so why not just accept what you really are?" "You know I couldn't possibly do that. It's totally insane." She stood up. "You only have two options darling. Be totally ruined financially or life as my pet dog. The choice is yours." She glanced at her watch. It's 3.15pm now. You have until 3.15pm tomorrow- that's 24 hours exactly- to text me your decision." Then she picked up her bag, placed the strap over her shoulder and walked towards the exit. She sat back in the leather armchair, stretched her legs out and put her feet up on the footstool. She felt more satisfied than she had in a very long time. Everything was coming together perfectly. Of course that depended on Paul sending the text but she had no doubt that he would. She had seen it in his eyes. He was a broken man and she intended to break him even more. She would strip him of every shred of dignity, just as he had stripped hers. It would have been fun to make him squirm and grovel in the courtroom. Well, now he could look forward to a life of squirming and groveling. He would probably resist a little at first but she had plans in mind that would sort that out very quickly indeed. She looked around the spacious living room, with its plush carpet, leather sofa and two armchairs. In one corner there was a mahogany drinks cabinet- well stocked as always. The room also had a fireplace. Directly in front of her, mounted on the wall was a 60 inch plasma screen TV with a state of the art surround sound system and blu-ray player. The house also had a dining room, study, five bedrooms and its own cinema. It really was a magnificent house. Then, of course, there was the private woodlands outside. That would be extremely useful. Of course she'd need to get a few other items too. Somewhere for her new pet to sleep. She'd allow him to sleep on the kitchen floor tonight but after that he'd soon learn his place. And then there were the apartments in Paris and Madrid. She hadn't decided yet what she was going to do with them. She'd consider allowing him to keep the apartment in the city. It was more of a bedsit really and the neighborhood it was in left a great deal to be desired but he could count himself lucky if she decided to let him keep it. If he used his common sense then he could live here in this magnificent house. Although not as he had hoped. However beggars can't be choosers. Though dogs could beg. Her phone pinged. She looked at her watch first. 3.10pm. Then she looked at the phone, smiling as she read the text. She finished her glass of wine before she texted back. BE HERE AT 6PM PRECISELY. At 6pm precisely the doorbell rang. She stood up and walked slowly down the hallway, beaming widely as she went. Woof woof little doggy, she said to herself, Woof woof for your Mistress. Her new pet stood on the steps outside the front door. His hands were in his pockets and his head was down. She stood back to let him inside. When he was standing in the hallway, he raised his head and looked at her. He opened his mouth to speak and she placed a finger to her lips. "Dogs don't speak" she told him, "I suggest you remember that from now on." He closed his mouth and lowered his head again. "Follow me" She told him, then she turned her back and walked away. He followed her. When they were in the living room, She sat back in her armchair and looked at him as he stood in front of her. "Go upstairs and shower" she told him, "Then shave between your legs. Make sure that you do it properly because I will be checking. When you've finished go into the bedroom and lie down on the bed. I'll be up in 30 minutes." She waved him away. When he left the room she lit a cigarette. When Paul had finished following her instructions- Shaving himself had taken the longest- he went into the bedroom. He looked at the bed. It was a Queen sized one, There were a pair of leather cuffs attached to the bed post and another pair attached to the end of the bed. He smiled when he saw them. Ah! So this was all just some kinky game that she wanted to play. Well that was fine by him. As long as he got a blowjob at the end of it. He'd never thought that she was the kinky sort. And pet play too. Well why not? He'd read a little about that on some of the websites that he'd been on. He went over to the bed and lay down on it. Then he waited. After a few minutes he heard the sound of her heels. Melissa stood over him, hands on her hips. She glared down at him. "Take that smirk off your face right now" She told him. He did as she said and tried to look as contrite as possible. "Better" She said, "now put your wrists through these." When both of his wrists had been secured to the bedpost, she went to the end of the bed and secured his ankles. Then she pulled something out of the bag that she had been carrying in her right hand when she entered the room. When he saw what it was the color drained from his face. "This is only a temporary solution" She told him. And then she beamed. Temporary solution? What did she mean by that? When she had placed the chastity device on him, she stood back and nodded. She undid the cuffs on his wrists and ankles,then she picked up the bag, went to the dressing table and sat down on the chair beside it. "Down on all fours boy and then come to your owner." He got down onto the carpet and then he crawled towards her. "Good boy" She cooed when he was at her feet. "Now just a few more bits and pieces and then your new life can begin." She took each item out of the bag one at a time, beaming as she held them up for his inspection. "Puppy ears." The ears were made from faux fur and were attached to a leather band. She placed the band over his head. "Paws". The paws were a pair of leather mittens without thumbs. "Curl your hands into fists" When he had done so she placed the mittens on him. Then she took a pair of leather cuffs and fastened them around his wrists. There was a chain attached to the cuffs. "Roll over and lift up your legs" On his back, he looked up at her as she placed firstly a pair of pads on his knees and then another pair of cuffs around his ankles. There was a chain attached to these too. She linked the two chains together. "Back on all fours" she ordered. When he was back in that position he realised that it was impossible now for him to stand upright. She took a pair of latex gloves out and put them on her hands. "Head to the floor and ass in the air." Moments later he felt something being squeezed into his asshole. And then a finger. He gasped. "Take a deep breathe" She said. He gasped in pain as he felt something being pushed into his asshole. "That was your tail" she told him. "Now wag it for Mistress." Utterly humiliated, he shook his ass back and forth. She clapped her hands loudly and laughed with glee. "Good boy" she said, "now just two more things and we're all done." She took the items out. "Collar." She placed it around his neck. "And finally something very small but very important. " He looked at the metal tag. "Look at it closely" She told him. "It's your name. It's the name that you'll answer to from now on. A dog needs to have a name. Much as I might like to I can't just call you dog." She attached the tag to his collar. "So do you like your new name?" she asked him. "Spot." Bark once if you like it." Woof" "Hmm we'll have to work on that. It's really not doggy sounding enough. And if I were you darling I'd really focus on being the best dog possible" She stood up and walked out onto the landing. Then she whistled. "Spot. Good boy. Come here boy." He went to her. Then on all fours, he followed her downstairs. When They were both back in the living room- her seated in the armchair and he at her feet, she snapped her fingers. "Down spot". He lay down at her feet. "Good boy" She said. "Now Mistress wants to finish reading her magazine before she gets the dinner ready so don't disturb her. You can sniff and lick her feet if you like but otherwise don't disturb her." As she read her magazine, totally ignoring him, he gazed at her stockinged feet and legs. She had fantastic legs. She had a fantastic body. Why hadn't he noticed that before. What an idiot he'd been. And now here he was. At her feet. No longer her husband. Her pet dog. Maybe if he proved himself to be a loyal and obedient dog she might forgive him. She couldn't keep this up forever. Could she? Humiliating as this was, he was just going to have to swallow his pride. Pressing his nose to it, he began to sniff her left foot. With the other foot she gently stroked his back. He remembered the way her touch had felt, the deepness of her kisses. He remembered the way she had supported him when his business had been on the rocks. And he had destroyed all that. All for the sake of a few casual fucks in a hotel room. She was right. He was a dog. He was a mongrel. He began to lick her foot, After a while she pulled her leg back and gave him the other foot to lick. He licked that one with even more enthusiasm. Still she didn't speak. After about an hour, she put the magazine down and stretched her arms up. She stepped over him. "Stay" she told him. "I'll call you when dinner is ready." When she left the room he put his head down back down and waited. A short while later he heard her whistle and call his name. He crawled out of the room and towards the kitchen. She was seated at the table eating a plate of salad when he entered the kitchen. He crawled to her and looked up at her. She put another forkful of salad into her mouth, chewed it slowly, then swallowed. Waving her hand, she gestured towards a plastic dog bowl in a corner. "Your dinner is in that" she told him, "now shoo." He crawled over to the bowl. When he saw the contents his stomach heaved. She didn't expect him to eat that. The smell was revolting. He looked over at her. "Yes! What is it?" She demanded. He pleaded with his eyes. "It's perfectly good food for a dog. Now eat your diner" There was no mistaking the threat in her voice. He lowered his head. "Good boy. Make sure you finish all of it." He began to eat. It took him a while and he gagged a number of times but he managed to finish the bowl of disgusting dog food. She got up from the table then, rinsed her plate in the sink, then crouched down and patted his head. "Good dog.. You'll soon get used to the taste. Every now and then if you're a really good boy I might allow you to beg for some scraps from my plate. Would you like that Spot?" "Woof" She laughed. She opened the doors of the cupboard underneath the sink and took out a metal bowl. She filed it with water from the tap and placed it down in front of him. He stuck his tongue out and began to lap greedily. When he'd finished the water, he realised that his bladder was aching. He needed to piss. Badly. He crawled towards the door. "And where do you think you're going?" He looked at her and nodded towards his groin. "Woof" "Aw. Does my doggy need to pee?" "Woof" "No problem. I'll bring you outside." Outside? Was she serious?" She went over to the back door, undid the latch and opened it. She whistled and he went to her. He looked out into the woodland. "Go outside and do your business doggy." He had no choice. He went outside, crawled over to a tree, raised his leg and began to piss. When he had emptied his bladder he crawled back to her.. "All done now?" "Woof" "I should really just leave you out there, shouldn't I? Allowing dogs in the house is a bad idea. They forget their place. But I'll be nice. You can stay indoors just for tonight. Tomorrow I'll make proper arrangements. Now isn't your Mistress very kind?" "Woof" "Would you like to say thank you to her?" ""Woof." She snapped her fingers. He lay down. She stuck her foot out and smiled down at him. "Good boy" She whispered as he began to lick her shoe. "You've been very good so far. But tomorrow is another day. You still have a lot to learn. But you'll soon get used to it. You'll soon love been my pet dog. He felt a gentle kick in his side. He opened his eyes, blinked them a few times. When he was able to focus properly he looked up. Melissa was standing over him. She had her dressing gown on and she was smiling down at him. She nudged him again with her foot. "Good morning spot. Did you sleep well?" He had spent the night sleeping on the kitchen floor on a thick quilt she had tossed down. She'd given him a blanket to cover himself with. His back was killing him and his cock had throbbed painfully in its cage when he'd started dreaming. An erotic one. Well, she wasn't going to care about that. Why would she? "Woof" She crouched down and patted his head. "Well hurry up and have your breakfast. It's in your bowl. When you've finished I'll bring you for your morning walkies." He crawled over to the bowl, his stomach churning as it prepared itself for the contents. Cereal. Dry. He'd have killed for some toast and scrambled egg But at least it was a lot better than his dinner had been last night. He lowered his head down towards the bowl. When he'd finished the cereal he lapped at the bowl of water she had left him. Then he heard her whistle. She was wearing a white blouse, red jacket and blue jeans. The ends of the jeans were tucked into a pair of knee high black riding boots. She had a lead in her hand. She leaned down and attached it to his collar. Then she tugged on it. "Now heel boy." She led him towards the backdoor, unlatched it, pushed the door open, and then led him outside. When he had bought the house over ten years ago the fact that it was built on its own stretch of private woodland had been one of its major selling points but he had not fully explored the huge amount of outdoor space that was available to him. Well, he was exploring it now. Though not as he had imagined it. He'd imagined bringing one of his conquests- Alicia maybe- deep into the woods- and fucking her brains out up against one of the trees or maybe having her give him one of her world class blowjobs, Now here he was finally exploring it. Crawling on all fours, wearing a dog collar and being pulled along on his lead by his wife. Though she wasn't his wife anymore- only in name- was she? She was his Mistress, his owner. And he was her pet dog. "Keep up spot" she scolded, puling even harder on his lead as she began to walk even more briskly. He crawled as fast as he could, Panting as he did, his tongue hanging out. Just like a dogs. His body was covered in sweat and his bladder was beginning to ache. "Woof woof" She laughed. "Oh is doggy enjoying his little walk?" He barked louder. "WOOF WOOF!", Nodding furiously towards his groin. She stopped for a moment and crouched down beside him. "What is it boy?" "Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!" "oh- she smiled- "does spot need to pee? Is that it? "Woof." He nodded his head and panted. "That's no problem. You can do it here" She told him, pointing to the tree that she was standing beside. He lifted his leg and emptied his bladder against the trunk of the tree. When he'd finished. He realised that she wasn't holding his lead in her grip. Instead she had a stick in her hand, a branch that had fallen from one of the trees. Her New Professor Part 1 "Mmmmmm my new prof is so hot. I bet his wife is real pretty. She's so lucky having a man like that. I can't wait until I find a proper boyfriend. God I don't think I've listened to a word he's said today! I am so gonna play with myself later thinking of his strong arms around me. OMG I think he saw me looking at the bulge in his jeans! That's soooooo embarrassing, I'm gonna blush big time. Oh God he wants to see me at the end of class, WTF?" Knock knock. "Come in." (Oh fuck its Riley. I forgot I asked her to come see me. Still there's worse ways to end a day, she is such a cutie.) "Sit down Riley." (Oh Jesus, look at her legs in those jeans, and just a flash of bare chest as she sat down.) "Riley, I couldn't help noticing that you've seemed a little distracted in my class recently, and your assignment grades haven't been great, I was wondering if anything was wrong?" (Fuck, what was that little smile for, is that a hint of a flush around her neck; what's she hiding, the little bitch?) "No sir, I really like your class, and I really want to do well..." "Well if you don't do something pretty quick you're gonna be failing this module." "But I can't! I just can't fail this term!" (Oh God, she's gonna start crying, where are the fuckin tissues.) He passes her the box of tissues and pulls his chair closer, so he's sat just in front of her, doing his best sympathetic face. A couple of tears run down her sweet cheeks, as she pouts and sniffles, glancing up at him now and then. (Wow, those eyes! I think they might be even more beautiful tearing up, fuck, I'm getting hard.) (Hang on a minute. Fuck it, those aren't real tears, the little cow is trying to manipulate me. ) (She might have got through school with those puppy eyes, but she's in the grown up world now. Maybe she needs to learn to start playing grown up games. Let's see who's really in charge.) He leans forward and holds her knees in his hands. "It's okay Riley, I'm sure whatever it is we can sort it out." She flashes a glance at him. He squeezes her thighs in a way he hopes could be intended as reassuring. "What do you think you could do to make your grades up?" She sits silently, head slightly bowed, peeking up at him, biting her lip. He strokes her thighs higher in a way she couldn't help noticing. She sits up suddenly and looks at him wide eyed. He smiles slightly, and sits back too. "I think Riley you could easily get an A in this course." He spreads his legs so that his knees are outside hers, putting the bulge in his pants obviously in her line of sight, and then after a moment leans in again, placing his hands on her upper thighs, breathing in the scent from her pinking neck; "So what do you think you could do that would help me give you a better grade?" She looks down, "I'm sure I could do whatever I needed to sir." "Okay, shall we test this out?" "But let's be clear Riley, if you're good, with my contacts you'll be doing a PhD here in 3 years time, and that will set you up forever. If you let me down though I will fucking ruin you." Her eyes open even wider, shocked by the sudden chill in his voice. He sprawls back in his chair, blatantly lifting the crotch of his jeans with his fist so that his erection can move over his leg more comfortably, and appraises her body from bottom to top; taking in her trainers, her skin tight jeans over her slim legs and narrow hips, and up over her white shirt, barely mounded by her small breasts. Now she is blushing fully, barely able to tear her eyes from his crotch, but then meeting his eyes. He smiles. "Unbutton your shirt." She hesitates momentarily before reaching up and undoing the top two buttons of her white cotton shirt. An expanse of pale, unbelievably smooth skin starts to be revealed and then, as she continues, her plain white bra appears and then a strip of her flat tummy. His eyes coolly take in the view, "Take it off." She slowly pulls the shirt out of her jeans as again her gaze drops to his groin. His cock is clearly lying across his upper thigh under his jeans, looking like it reaches right to the outside of his leg. He however seems oblivious to this, his hands resting by his side. She shrugs out of her shirt, revealing her delicate shoulders, and her oh so slender arms (Fuck, she looks like she would break...) He pauses, making her meet his gaze... "What do you think you should do now, Riley?" "Take my jeans off?" "Good girl, you're getting the idea now." She unbuttons the jeans and undoes the zip. She looks momentarily confused as she realises she's going to fall over if she tries to get them off without sitting down. She looks for permission... (Fuck, she's looking for my permission!!) before deciding for herself to settle back down on the chair, take her trainers off and peel her jeans off. It's starting to get really hard for him not to touch his cock, but he's determined to play it cool for now. Her legs are unbelievable: perfectly smooth, except for the tiniest blond hairs on her thighs, and utterly slim, delicate and unblemished. Her feet are tiny with the nails painted a surprising pale blue. She stands up again for his inspection, allowing him to take in her sweet cotton panties. Straining his eyes he couldn't yet work out whether there would be any hair in there. But there's a definite hint of plump outer lips, and then, (FUCK!!) The unmistakable sign of a little patch of dampness appearing in her panties just in the crotch gap. (I've got her, I've fucking got her!!) He looks her up and down again, taking in her dilated pupils and the flush that now covers her face and most of her upper chest, checking out her bra to try and guess just what's hiding in there (not many clues, no sign of nipples, just a vaguely conical swell, AA cup?), then enjoying again her flat, almost muscular belly, his gaze flowing over her precious panties and down her smooth legs. "That's enough for today, get yourself dressed." He stands and stretches languidly, "If I find you back here tomorrow at the same time dressed as you are now then we can call that a C on your assignment. If you're not here or if I hear any rumours that you've mentioned this to anyone then you're out of this Uni." He turns and walks out. His wife got fucked harder that night than she had since their wedding night. But he couldn't hold out for long before flooding her pussy with a gallon of his thick cum. She screamed and clawed his back as she realised that he had almost certainly made her pregnant with their first child as his fertile spunk overflowed her womb; little knowing that he was fantasising about fucking a virgin pussy as he came. Riley was deeply confused, but came really hard from her fingers back in her room, thinking about the sight of his cock in his jeans. She had no intention of telling, but felt a mixture of guilt and excitement, and didn't really wonder whether or not she should go back the next day. Part2 Riley jumped to her feet as he burst into the office. "Jeez, you scared the shit out of me...I didn't know who might walk in!" she said. "Does that explain why you're not dressed properly? What the fuck is that?" She was wearing what looked like it could have been her father's old raincoat. "I'm sorry sir, I just needed something to cover up..." He noticed with pleasure how she had automatically fallen into calling him Sir, and his anger faded. He hoped that she would never swear in front of him again (except maybe in orgasm), and made a mental note to punish her if it ever happened again. She dropped the coat off her shoulders to show her body; naked except for a new bra and panties. With an edge of disappointment he saw that she had clearly gone out and bought something that she thought looked sexier, more grown up. "I guess I do need to give you a key to my office so you can come and go safely." He sprawled again in his office chair. "So, have you thought any more about what happened last night?" "I want to make sure that I pass this year really well." He could feel his cock growing as he realised again the power he had over this sweet, untouched creature. "And how the hell is a little girl like you going to persuade me to improve your grade? She pouted. "Do you want to see more of my body, sir?" "Turn around, you didn't show me your back yesterday." She turned and posed for him, looking back over her shoulder. He could see a hint of her ribs under her perfect skin as she twisted. "Bend over." She started to bend at the waist, her tiny ass pushed into definition in her lacy panties. He could clearly see from his low angle how her camel toe appeared in the gap between the top of her thighs. A thought occurred to him. "Did you play with yourself after you left here yesterday?" She blushed, turning back to him, and nodded silently. "Did you think about what you wanted to happen today?" She didn't answer but he noticed her eyes flick towards his groin. He stroked his cock through his jeans so its thickness and size were apparent. "Ah" he said, "I think I can see." "Come here." She kneeled between his thighs. She actually felt quite confident in her ability to handle a cock, although she'd never let a boy near her pussy she'd given a few handjobs and even given head to one special boy she was seeing for a while. She was aware though, looking at the size of his thighs and his arms, that this was a man not a boy, and she could already see that his cock was in a different league to anything she'd had experience of. "You should touch it if you want." She bit her lip and stared as she timidly reached her hand out to touch his jeans over the bulge. She gently rubbed her palm over his shaft, while he forced himself to keep still and not groan out loud as this gorgeous young creature started to minister to his cock. "Unzip it." he ordered. She looked into his eyes as she unbuttoned his waistband and unzipped his jeans. He raised his ass as she pulled them down, together with his boxers. Her eyes opened as wide as he had seen them, and her mouth formed an O as she took in the size of his bollocks and cock. His balls were still hanging down, and his cock was only semi hard but it was already twice as thick and twice as long as the boys she had dated. "Fucking hell." she whispered. He slapped her across the face bringing tears to her eyes. "Don't you ever fuckin swear again, you little bitch!" he said, pulling her hair so she had to look straight in his eyes. "I'm sorry sir," she whimpered,"I won't..." She noticed that if anything his cock had grown in response to her cry, and as he released her she turned her concentration back to admiring it, moving closer so that he could feel her breath on him. Maintaining eye contact with him she kissed the tip of his dick, then licked the underside of his head. She watched fascinated as it raised itself to the vertical then fell slowly back onto his tummy. "Hmmmm, looks like you're not totally useless." he growled. "No hands!" he ordered, as she seemed to reach for it. "Behind your back!" she hesitated, then complied. She moved in closer, then licked the underside of his cock from his balls to the head, then, as she took the head into her mouth, his buttocks and stomach tensed and it became totally rigid. She tasted the first drop of his precum as she marvelled at how big it felt in her mouth. He looked down at her sweet face, her mouth distended obscenely around him, and thought, "I'm going to have to be so fucking careful with this one, I can't give her an inch, or she'll twist me around her little finger." She started moving her head up and down on it, prising it away from his belly, barely taking half of it before it was making her gag. She released it to gasp some deep breaths, and he took the opportunity to grab it by the base and slap it violently on her face, leaving a string of precum stranding from her cheek to his glans. He moved in closer and wiped his cock harder on her face, mashing his balls on her nose, before ramming it back into her mouth. He grabbed a fistful of hair and started, (gently if she did but know it) fucking her mouth. Leaning over he ran a hand down her back, admiring the delicacy of her body, and noticing the narrowness of her hips compared to his. He suddenly pulled out of her mouth, his cock swinging loose in front of her. He peeled off his t-shirt, showing her his hard smooth chest and tightly muscled stomach, and lay back in his chair, casually jerking himself as he inspected her. "Take the rest off." he ordered. Suddenly she looked again like what she was, a sweet virginal 18 year old in lingerie too sexy for her. She dropped her eyes as she reached behind to unclip her bra, then covered her chest with crossed arms to stop it falling away. He stared, mesmerised by the tiny blonde hairs on her forearms. "Show me." She slowly let her arms fall away, revealing two small perfectly conical mounds, tipped with puffy nipples so pale as to be almost invisible She was almost certain she heard him murmur "fuck" under his breath, as he carried on slowly masturbating in front of her. "Don't stop there." he prompted. She put her thumbs in either side of her panties and wriggled them down, revealing her hairless pubic area, so smooth he found it hard to believe she shaved. She let them drop to the floor and stepped out of them. "Sit down" he said, gesturing to the arm chair. "Open your legs." He watches fascinated as her legs parted to reveal just a smooth featureless slit, then as her legs spread further, a pair of tiny delicate inner lips appear inside. "More" - for the first time his voice has a slight tremor. She stretches her legs further open, adding definition to her thigh muscles as she strains, and her inner lips part to show the wet and pink interior. She automatically moves her hand down towards her cunt, wanting to match his motion on his cock. "No! You don't touch today!" He stands between her thighs, towering over her, his cock massive. He strokes himself calmly appraising every detail of her perfect flesh. Suddenly, massive ropes of cum spurted over her, the spurts so full they almost join as one. She was covered from neck to pussy in long thick strands of his white sperm. He turned away, his cock swinging, still dripping on the carpet, and threw her the tissue box. "Clean yourself up, that's your lesson done for today. You've done well - I might touch you next time." He picked up her bra and panties, screwed them up and threw them in the bin. "I don't want to ever see you in anything like these again, I liked the ones you wore yesterday." "I'm sorry, sir." she murmured. With that he got dressed and left her. She took a few minutes to clean herself up, tasting a little of his cum in the process, then dressed and left, thinking as she did that she no longer gave a fuck about what grade she ended up with. Part 3 Riley didn't see her lecturer the next day, but the day after she had her weekly lecture with him. She sat near the front, wearing the same white blouse that she did their first time, but with an extra button undone. She didn't take in a word he said, but noticed that he seemed completely unaware of her existence. She was horrified to notice him exchanging smiles with Emily. Emily was taller than Riley, with long straight brown hair, enormous brown eyes, a more curvaceous ass and legs that went on forever. Riley had noticed that she always seemed to wear tops that were more low cut than the other girls, so that she was always showing off an acre of her chest and more than a hint of breast. See seemed to give off an aura of bitch, so none of the other girls seem to like her much, and the boys didn't dare go near her. At that moment though, Riley could have killed her. All the rest of that day Riley was distracted and tormented by thoughts of her lecturer. She decided that she had to go to his office at their usual time to see if she could see him. He had given her the key, so just after 6 she went to his office door and quietly unlocked and opened it. She was confronted with the sight of his muscular bare ass pumping into another girl from behind. He had her bent over the armchair on which Riley had displayed herself to him, and she was clearly close to orgasm as he rammed into her cunt. He must have heard her come in though as he turned his head. With a quickly suppressed look of horror, (but without missing a stroke), he grabbed the other girls head and shoved it down into the cushion. Riley saw enough of her though to recognise Emily and saw with jealousy her much larger breasts and the fullness of her ass. He mouthed "Get out!" at Riley, but a brief flash of a look of compassion crossed his face as Riley burst into tears and rushed out of the room, letting the door close behind her. Furious with himself, he gathered up Emily's hair, (which was spread like a sheet over her back), and pulled hard back on it, making her arch her back, bringing her neck to his mouth, all the time smashing his cock up against her cervix. He bit into her neck then put his arm around her throat, throttling her, reaching around with his other hand to maul a tit, as he thumped into her harder still, his balls slapping on her clit. Then he leaned back and smacked her ass cheeks until they marked, as he increased the tempo further. She almost passed out with the intensity of his fucking, but had one last earth shattering orgasm as he finally emptied his balls into her. Drenched with sweat he collapsed onto her, kissing her back and neck tenderly, as his cock subsided inside her. Part 4 Riley spent the next few days in a torment of self contempt, fury, and frustrated lust, as she tried to make sense of what had happened. She missed all of her lectures, staying in her uni halls room slobbing around in her pyjamas. She was surprised by a knock at the door, but even more so when her lecturer pushed into her room, quickly shutting the door behind him, aware that he shouldn't even be in the building. "Where the fuck have you been, young lady?" "I..." "This is your fucking education you're screwing up, you silly little girl." She stood there, not knowing what to say. He reached out and ran his hand over her cheek and into her hair, caressing the nape of her neck. Gently he said "It fucking stinks in here. You need a shower." As she stood passively in front of him, arms by her side, he unbuttoned her pyjama top before dropping it from her shoulders, exposing her pert breasts; the nipples just starting to erect with the brush of the fabric as it opened then fell. He pulled down on the bottoms letting them pool at her feet. She stepped out of them, feeling tiny in front of him, but strangely comfortable in her nakedness. He led her into the ensuite and turned the shower on. She stepped in under the hot water as he undressed before joined her, his cock and balls dangling large and loose. He poured a large dollop of shower gel into his hands and started massaging it over her skin. She gave herself up to the sensation, staying completely passive as her washed her all over, rubbing the palms of his hands over her breasts (the tiny nipples hard points now) but paying them no more attention than the rest of her torso. He washed between her legs, but again with no special attention, just part of his tender ministrations. She noticed that his cock had grown, but hadn't raised even to the horizontal, and she knew instinctively that now wasn't the time to reach for it. Her New Purchase I notice something familiar about you as soon as I enter the room. I notice it from the top of the stairs, just after Mistress Larissa opens the heavy oak door and leads me inside. I see it even before you have a chance to see me for yourself. Unlike the four men shackled beside you, I sense something different about you, something special. I can't put my finger on it, not when I first walk in, so I follow Mistress down the steps to get a better look. The room is quiet, so quiet I hear the click of my high heeled shoes upon the ancient stone floor. There's the sound of water too, from somewhere far off, perhaps a leaking pipe or the remnants of the earlier rain shower. It was warm upstairs, the humidity of the early evening still hanging heavy in the air, but the temperature turns cooler as soon as I step through the door. The view gets a lot better too. Yes! You sense it too. You see something familiar about me as well. We both sense it. I see it in your eyes. I observe the way your body jumps as soon as you look up and notice when I am half way down the stairs. Do you recognize me? Do you know me? I wonder... I continue down the steps in an attempt to solve the mystery. I must be careful where I place my feet, careful to keep my heels out of the numerous hazards in my path. The masonry is cracked. There is no railing. In some places a gap just the right size for my shoe opens between blocks. The dampness of the place leaves a wet slime on the wall; the floor makes everything around me look slippery. We descend down the stairs into an unused room of the mansion. Perhaps it was once used for storage. Most certainly it was built as part of the original construction. The place looks like an ancient dudgeon, the kind of dudgeon I once toured in an old European castle. It looks like a place where a king might take his captured prisoners, where he could take his time to tease and torture them. A king maybe, but a queen better still! Your shackled form makes me consider the proper role of a Queen, and then I think about prisoners too. I also consider teasing and torture. I fantasize you as a prisoner and me as your sex-starved guard. The temperature drops as we descend, but your presence serves to warm me. The others too, the four other men shackled upright beside you. Still, I feel a little cold. The room must be far below the surface. It is like entering a cave. It would certainly help if I was wearing a full set of clothing to keep me warm. Mistress now begins the introductions. As soon as we get to the bottom of the stairs, she introduces you. Not with names, for captured slaves don't have names. She refers to you only as "her boys." Boys? I like that! You could almost be boys, all five of you. So young, so innocent, but you are also most clearly men. Young men, still in your early 20s I take a guess, but then that's the way I prefer my men: Young. Naive. Maybe even virginal. I suddenly remember. Yes! I think of School, back in college, and then I suddenly remember you. I knew there was something familiar about you. I was a teacher once, you know, and you were once a student. You used to be a student of mine, weren't you? That's right. Four years ago. Algebra class. Now I remember more clearly. You were most likely a sophomore at the time. That would make you, let me see, no more than 22 years old now. Young, yes, very nice. Indeed! You still are a boy... My boy... I wonder if you remember me. I would be surprised if you did. I looked different back then. Black plastic framed glasses. Hair bunched up in a bun at the top of my head. I probably looked the same as all your other teachers. Younger than most, but still a teacher, a teacher hired to teach young mean what they didn't want to learn. I also dressed a lot different back then too. More conservative, certainly, I usually wore a high necklined blouse and always a long skirt or pants. No way would I ever wear something like this to teach a class, to stand half clothed in front of a class full of male testosterone. The principle used to despise any teacher who showed even a hint of cleavage. She would have thrown me out the front door. But I do remember you, boy. I remember you clearly. Those muscular biceps. That chiseled chest. And those lips that seem to be begging me to give them a deep, passionate kiss. I mean, have you taken a good look at yourself in the mirror lately? You are fucking hot! You were hot back then. You look just as hot now. A teacher isn't supposed to look at her students that way. She's supposed to remain ambivalent, as they say, but with you it proved impossible. I recall you were the dream date of every girl in school. Handsome, tanned, body built like a tank. Didn't you also surf? And weren't you one of the star football players? Yes, I remember now. You had the girls chasing you all over. Sometimes I would hear them gossip about you in the hallway, those giggling young women, talking about the latest dance, hoping you would ask them out. Silly little girls! They wouldn't know what to do with a guy like you. I'm sure they wanted to do all sorts of things, after the dance, like in the back seat of your car. A girl can think some very naughty thoughts around a guy like you. I know I did! You'll have to excuse me for not recognizing you from the top of the stairs, but that was a few years ago. Plus, you look a lot different now. Well, perhaps not so much different. Your face remains the same. So do your biceps and that head of long blond hair. I still like the way your hair covers your ears and almost touches your shoulders. It makes you look almost like a girl, but of course you clearly are no girl. Oh no, you're not! I can see that for myself. Of course there is one more difference between now and then. Back then, if I recall correctly, every day you walked into class wearing clothes. Not like you are now! Mistress Larissa fails to notice my interest in you. She takes little notice, and instead introduces me to the rest of her boys. I pull my eyes away and recall the four other male studs standing beside you. The rest of the selection looks very nice too. Yes, very nice! Real pieces of beef, prime steaks! But no, not steaks. For some reason I think of sausage. Yes, I think of sausage when I look at you. Five hunks of beef sausage. You could form the front line of a football team, the five of you. Mistress must provide excellent work out facilities. I suspect you each spend several hours every day lifting weights or running the treadmill. Or perhaps she works you in other ways too! I wonder? Three brunettes and two blonds. I like that! A well rounded selection. I've always said a woman needs a bit of variety in her life. Handsome faces too, all of you! Chiseled chests. Strong arms and legs. You look like you could almost break out of those chains and shackles, break out of the thick bands of steal that securely hold each of your wrists and ankles to the heavy wood beams. Of course you cannot break free, of that I have no doubt, and of that I so much enjoy. It makes the scene so much more erotic, the thoughts going through my head more interesting. It also makes me feel so much more powerful, more in control, like I could take advantage and do to you whatever I wanted. Most important, your four friends wear identical clothing to your own. That is, nothing. I never could understand a man's obsession with the need to wear clothing in front of a female. I mean, what's the point? Why would strong, muscular men like you ever want to cover your glorious male bodies? I find men so much more interesting without. My eyes are free to roam up and then back down at each of your glorious bodies, and I take my time doing so. First one, then the next, I proceed down the line to roam. Mostly, I like to roam down. Down, that is, to your beautiful cocks. I like your friends. Mistress Larissa has quite an impressive collection. All five of you are so big! Not just your biceps and thighs, but mostly down there! It must have taken her a long time to find such talent. When I eventually get back to you, I see perhaps you do remember me. Yes! That's very nice. I recall you did give a little jump when I took my first step down those stairs. Maybe you do remember I was once your teacher. Maybe you remember how you once sat in my class. Or maybe you remember me trying to teach at the front of the room. Stimulating, isn't it, the fact we once knew each other outside this dungeon. Is it the embarrassment? Might it be the humiliation? Or is it what I wear? You like my outfit, don't you? The long opening down the middle. The hint of breast on either side. You've always thought I looked cute. Younger than the rest of your teachers, I know, and prettier too. Remember, I knew your other teachers. I talked with them every day in the Teacher's Lounge. You must have looked forward to my class every day. What's that? You agree! You appear to agree. You seem to be, shall be say, rising to greet me. Is that it? You look like you want to rise for me, to show yourself off for me. I like that! I can see what is happening. It looks a bit longer than when I left to look at your friends. I can see it hangs further down now. It also sticks further out. I'm glad you like my little outfit. I wore it special for the party upstairs. Normally I don't wear such things, such revealing outfits. I seldom walk around with much breast exposed. They are not very large, I mean my breasts, but then you can see that for yourself. Can you also see I wear no bra too? You probably noticed. No way could I possibly wear a bra under a blouse cut so low down the middle. I bet you would really like to open my blouse right now and take a look inside. Oh! I see you do! Yes, that's very nice. Is it my overactive imagination, or are you getting bigger down there? I think you like my little outfit. You think it's sexy. It turns you on. It must. You can't lie. I can see it for myself. You can no longer hide it from me, my big, strong scholar. It is as though you wear a lie detector that I can read. How do you feel right now? Does it make you feel violated? Does it feel embarrassing? Tell me boy! How does it feel growing full size right in front of me? It would be one thing to turn hard inside your jeans. I might not have noticed it then. But here, in the bare, I get to see every inch. And I see you have quite a few inches to show me. Oh yes! That's very nice. I see you are quite nicely endowed down there. I noticed it almost immediately, you know, while I was still at the top of the steps. Perhaps that is why I failed to recognize you. My eyes were too much concentrated on you down there to notice the rest of you. It seems knowledge of my watching is accelerating your growth. You must be reading my mind, boy. Are you hearing my thoughts? Maybe it's the smile I give. Perhaps you hear my thoughts through my smile. Yes, you can tell how much I like it. Straight out! Yes! It points straight out of you now. I like to see a boy when he points straight out. You have an impressive cock! Yes, very impressive! Do you know you are impressive? Already longer than most boys. Wider too! You have an impressive girth. I suppose anything so long would need a wide girth. Sort-of like a tree, I suppose. A tall tree needs a wide base. You have a wide trunk. And still you are not quite full yet. There you go! Come on, don't be shy. It's just me! Never mind little old me. Try not to think of me. Don't think of me watching. Try not to think about your sweet little ex-teacher watching you rise. Yes, keep going! Keep rising! Go on and stiffen for me. You're a naughty boy. You're the naughtiest boy in class, getting a big old boner in front of your teacher. It's not often I get to see my former male students with erections. In fact, I never have. This is so virgin to me. Wow! You certainly are a big boy. I always expected you to be big. Most football players are, you know. Big boys naturally have the biggest cocks, and you have the biggest cock of them all. I used to imagine what you looked like from my desk. Sometimes while you were taking a test, I was busy fantasizing what you would look like in the nude. I used to sit behind my desk and imagine you naked in my mind. I fantasized about other boys too, but you were my favorite. I'm not disappointed. Is all that really you? You are everything I imagined. You are even more than I imagined. There's so much more of you than I ever expected. It makes me wish I had gotten to know you a lot better back then. It would have been fun tutoring you, I think. I would have liked giving you private lessons. We could have met after class; you and me, just the two of us. I would sentence you to detention every day. Yes, every day! I'm sure a young boy like yourself could have handled private instructions every day. I think you still can. Still in your early 20s. You're very young. I like them young. Only young men have the stamina I demand, and I will demand a great deal from you. Think of getting extra credit after class. You would have gotten an A in my class back then. I'm sure you still can. Wow! That's very nice. So stiff! Most boys of your size can't stand up so tall. You rise up to your stomach. You rise half-way up to your chest. Most certainly A material. Yes, I could have found lots of extra credit work for you to do. Perhaps I still can. I like looking at you in side-profile too. This must be why your mistress placed you at the end of the line. She did it so potential customers could step around and appreciate your true size. What's that? What did you try to say through your gag? Did you say something about wanting to show me more, something about wanting to show me more back there? Oh yes! Now I see you. I was too engrossed with your giant cock in front to notice your behind. I like the way your mistress has you shackled. That's very considerate of her. Your wrists are bound by a wooden beam going across the ceiling. Your ankles are secured by lag bolts going into the stone floor, and in the middle there sits nothing. Nothing prevents me from looking back here too. Your mistress has placed you on full display. I like what I see. Very nice from the rear too. You have a nice ass, did you know that? Firm! Tight! It seems to almost be begging for me to spank it. And spank it I shall, if I purchase you. I am a stern mistress who often spanks her slaves. It is necessary to give a slave a good spanking when they misbehave. How else is a good teacher supposed to impose discipline in her classroom? Well, yes! There is that too. You know what I am talking about. There's one other way a teacher could impose discipline too. Well, actually, there are two of them. You know what I mean. I'm talking about your balls. It's easy to discipline a misbehaving student with his balls too, by squeezing and squashing them, but you don't need to worry. Mostly I will use your ass. I reserve ball busting for only the most serious offences. I need to be careful with your balls. Those I will need for much more interesting uses. But enough of squeezing your balls and spanking your ass! Maybe later tonight, after I purchase you, after I get you home and we can have some privacy. Right now I have something more interesting to spank in front. Holy shit! Oh my! I see you've grown even more. I had thought you were done. I assumed you already stood at full mast. I mean most women would have assume so, given your size. But not you! Oh fuck! I see you still had another inch or two to go. I must say, that is one enormous cock! Very impressive! I really like it! I mean the way you stand up so firm; the way you stand so hard. Damn! It's so hard it actually arches back. Now that's hard! I mean it arches back at an angle, like a curved banana. An unusually large and oversized banana, yes, but it still looks like a banana. Or should I call it a sausage? It looks like a sausage too; one of those oversized German sausages. Kielbasa, I think you call them. Yes, I think that's what I should call yours. Your cock resembles an oversized German Kielbasa. Much too big to possibly fit in a bun. I wonder if it might be too big to fit in me. What's that? Is that what you would like? Are you thinking about putting that big cock of yours inside me? Maybe penetrate me? Might you even be thinking of fucking me? Naughty boy! You're such a naughty, nasty boy. You shouldn't think such filthy thoughts. I know you want to, yes, I can see you want to; but what if I don't want you. And if I don't want to let you, well then... Well, you know what I mean. The shackles around your wrists and ankles provide my answer. I won't let you penetrate me. No! And if I don't want you to, then you can't. No! You can't. Because this is my classroom, and I am in charge. Instead, this is my chance to do what I want for a change. You make it very tempting for me, standing there, with that giant cock of yours standing up at attention. It looks so inviting. It appears so tempting. It looks like it is trying to tell me something. That's right. I think it tells me something. It tells me that it wants me to play with you. We're going to have a fun time, playing, just me and you. Well, me and your cock, at least. As for the rest of you, well, what does it matter? What's that? You don't have any friends down here in your dungeon? You don't have any friends to play with, to play with you? Well, I'll be your friend. I'll play with you! Will you let me play? Please, I want to play. I want to play with you down there. I wonder what would happen if I decided to play. I mean, what would happen if I decided to reach out and touch you right now? I wonder what you would do to stop me if my hand reached out just like this and touched you. Oh! Were my fingers cold? Did I surprise you? You jumped! You tried to pull back. It's all right. That was just a few of my fingers. It's just little ol me, your teacher, wanting to play with you a little. I'm not going to hurt you. I could never hurt a big guy like you -- not yet anyway. Oh yes! That's better! That's very nice! You really are hard. Wow! Your cock feels as stiff as it looks. Even stiffer! Now that's what I call a real hard-on. I hope you don't mind me playing with your hard-on, do you? You have a very nice hard-on. And you have so much hard-on for me to play with. Wow! What is it? I mean, what's its length? I'd say 10 inches. Just look at the way my hand covers only half your length. I can cover the bottom half of your shaft, I can cover the top half, or I can cover the half in the middle. Little ol me needs a bigger hand to cover it. At least 10 inches, I would say. Maybe later I will take your measurements. And just take a look at how thick you are too. You have a lot of girth, did you know that? That's a lot of meat you have down there. Just look at the way my fingers can't reach all the way around. They go only halfway. Even when I squeeze as tight as I can, they don't go around. You're too hard for me to squeeze you any smaller. My fingers reach only halfway around your thick girth. Oh! Oh my! What's that? What did I just feel? What did I just see down there? Tell me boy. I believe your cock is trying to tell me something. Do you see it? Do you feel it on the end? Yes! You're cock is definitely trying to tell me something. I think it wants me to play up on top too. Do you? Do you want me to play with your mushroom! I like mushrooms. I like to play with the tip of your sausage, the head. I see you want me to play with the mushroom head of your cock. I can see for myself. You naughty boy! You really are horny! You're a filthy, nasty boy! And you are about to get a lot filthier. Oh yes! You are! Your cock is about to turn all filthy and nasty. It's about to turn wet. Here, let me help. Yes, let me spread it around. Her New Purchase Oh yes! Not only stiff and long, but now you're turning wet too. You are turning as wet as the walls of this dungeon. I like looking at boys when they are wet. It makes them look nasty, I think, with a soaking wet cock. I like looking at boys with full erections and soaked in their own pre-cum. That's what you are, you know, dripping and full. I think you are one of the horniest, nastiest, filthiest boys I have ever met. You are disgusting! Your cock is repulsive, and that's just the way I like my cocks. You know what else I like about wet cocks? Hau? Do you? Do you want me to show you? Yes! I think I'll show you. Just let me get my fingers around it again. Don't jump! Oh no, don't think you can escape. I've got you! I've got you by your cock! I have you in my fist. You know what I have planned for you, don't you? Hau? Do you know what I'm next going to do with your cock? Oh! You do! I can tell. I don't have to show you, but let me show you anyway. Let me pump you. Yes, you like that. I can hear you like that. You are moaning, do you know that? I can hear your moans. You like my hand pumping you. This is exciting you. I am arousing you. I like to arouse my boys. I'm going to arouse you a lot more after I purchase you. First take you home, then take you down to my own dungeon, and then I'm going to arouse you a whole lot more. Now, I wonder what will happen if I keep pumping you? Tell me, what will happen? What's going to happen if I keep pumping you? No need to be shy. I can tell you want to show me. I want to see it too. In fact, I need to see it before I purchase you. I always check my potential purchases before I put down any money. Your mistress is asking for a large sum for you. I see the reason why, but it still remains important for me to check out my purchase before I make it. I suppose it is like test driving a new automobile before a purchase. You are a lot like an automobile, and object I wish to purchase. I have this idea of what I want to do to your cock. You may not want me to, perhaps, but then what does it matter what you want? You're just a male. You are only a man. You are nothing more than a male slave. Perhaps you will be my slave. Perhaps I will purchase you, maybe take you home with me tonight and use you as my sex slave. Perhaps I will, but first I need to check your virility. Do you know how I am going to check your virility? I think you do, but let me tell you anyway. You see, before I purchase you, I need to check out how well you cum! Yes! That's right! I'm going to make you cum. You are going to cum. Or rather, I am going to force you to cum with my hand. Remember, your ankles and wrists remain shackled. You can't stop me from continuing to pump. None of your male friends can stop me either. Certainly your mistress is not going to stop me, not the woman who is trying to sell you. Yes! You are going to cum. Even better, I am going to watch you cum. What's that? You feel embarrassed? It makes you feel humiliated, the fact you are about to cum in front of stranger? No, I am not exactly a stranger, am I? I am your teacher. You are going to cum in front of your teacher. Your teacher is going to force you to cum. I can't wait to see you cum. I bet you cum well. I bet you will cum a lot. Yes, a big load! Do you have a big load waiting to show me? Most young boys do. That's why I like them young, you know, because young men have the most cum. I bet you've got a huge load that you can't wait to show me. I bet you want to show me your sperm. Yes, you heard me correct. I said sperm. That's what I really want, your sperm. So far you've only given me pre-cum. Now I want to see your sperm. What's that? What did you say? I heard a moan, but I heard something else too. Did you just try to ask me to pump faster? How about this? Is this fast enough? Tell me, am I pumping your cock fast enough for you? Fast enough to make you shoot your sperm? You certainly feel like you want to shoot. I can tell it has been a long time. A week, at least! I can tell by looking at the size of your balls. They look swollen, I think. They look like they are about to burst. Go ahead! Don't be shy. Pretend you are in the front of class full of horny young Freshmen girls. Pretend they are all college freshman girls who never had a boy show them. Oh yes! That's really got you going. Is it my pumping fist? Or is it the thoughts you are reading from my mind? Whatever it is, it is having the desired effect. I hear the moaning. I can feel it in your cock too. It almost throbs for me. Are you ready to do it? I think your ready. Your cock certainly feels ready. Let's do it, shall we? On the count of three, I want to see you cum. One... Two... And now three... Yes! Perfect! Look at it fly! Look at it go! Very impressive. That went a long ways. And here's another. Oh my! Oh wow! Another impressive shot. You can really let it fly. Let's see if I can get another out of you. Yes! What a show! Holy fuck! Three impressive spurts. You can really cum, did you know that? You are really an impressive cummer. And those grunts too. I love the sound of your grunts just before you cum. And then the cum itself. If only you knew how much I like the sight of a big boy like yourself cumming in giant spurts. Do you have anything left? That must be almost all. I don't think I have ever before seen a boy cum so much, but let me make sure I got it all. The end