2 comments/ 36654 views/ 22 favorites From Student to Slave By: tulsatime39 I am a Professor of Mathematics at a state school in the lower Midwest, I am tenured and have an excellent reputation among my peers and students alike, I am highly rated on the on-line professor rating sites and every now and then one of my students will rate me with a chili-pepper, a real ego boost since I am now over fifty. I didn't date much, my wife of thirty years died of cancer 28 months ago and I just never found anyone who begins to compare. So most of my time and energy was put into my students, I have never dated a student nor ever suggested anything inappropriate in any way, and I certainly would never jeopardize my career for a piece of ass. Last fall Lyncee (yes, I know "creative" spelling) came into my classroom and into my life in ways I would have never imagined. She missed the first three class meetings and my first contact was after I had emailed a warning of withdraw for non-attendance to her personal email address. I sent it to her personal address because she had not responded to any previous notes sent to her school email. "Mr. Thompson, I have been very busy and unable to work your class into my schedule I will attempt to be there next week and will catch up then have I missed anything important? I look forward to having you as my teacher. Lyncee" was her first correspondence. I paid little attention to it as there are always students who are slow to get started. She didn't make it to the next weeks classes, and when she finally did show up, in the fourth week of the semester she was 20 minutes late and made a grand entry. The door to the classroom opened and remained open, from my position at the lectern I could not see outside the door. Then very loudly we all hear "PSSSTT, PSSST, Hey, hey guy, is this math 115?" The male student closest to the door turned toward her and replied that it was. "Good, I've been looking for this class for an hour," she spoke as she entered, carrying a coach purse that was almost as big as she, and nothing else, no text, no note paper, pencils, pens or anything that would remotely suggest she was a student. "You Thompson?" she asked now addressing me. "I am, and who are you?" I replied Walking directly to the front of the room with her hand extended, "Hi, I'm Lyncee, we spoke in email, sorry I missed last week, I had car problems." "Please take a seat Lyncee, I trust you have read the syllabus?" "No, was I sposed (sic) too? Like I said I missed last week. What did we talk about?" she rambled. It took another ten minutes and my promise to catch her up after class to get her to sit down so that I could resume the lecture. Before I continue let me try and describe Lyncee's appearance. She was dressed completely in shades of baby-blue. Ribbons with large blue flowers divided her hair into pony-tails behind each ear. A lace transparent blouse in powder blue with a very high collard but no visible buttons was covered by a blue velour bustier. A blue and white miniskirt with lace resembling a ballet tutu rested on her hips but ended a good four inches above the lace tops of her white thigh high stockings. On her feet she wore open toed stiletto heels that were at least five inches tall. She was thin, maybe 120 pounds, and tall, with the heels she was taller than my 6'2", legs that went on forever, and looked very nice in those thigh high stockings. She had a very thin waist and an exaggerated bust, either the product of a lot of extra padding or a boob job. Her hair was a very light blond with golden highlights. She was cute, even attractive, but not beautiful, at twenty-two she struck me as having lived a life of privilege. She was somebody's princess. Her make-up was flawless, and her nails looked like she had received a manicure that very morning. She caught the eye of every male in the class, I thought to myself, that if I was a student, I would probably date her, if I could afford her, obviously very high maintenance. When she finally sat down and shuffled her legs under the table, one at a time the shortness of her skirt, and action of moving one leg at a time, caused her to expose the gusset, or lack thereof of her panties to me. I could not help but notice the large tuft of blonde pubic hair obscuring her slit. "A true blonde," I thought. About midway through that first class her phone buzzed and she engaged in a lengthy texting session. "Lyncee, I do not allow cell phones in class, please put it away" I explained. "But this is important," she pleaded. "Not to anyone else here, to the rest of us, it is merely an unwelcome distraction, please turn, it off." "I need to finish this text." "Then do it outside." "Fine," she replied as she grabbed her bag, flashed me again and exited the class, mumbling about me being an asshole. I didn't see her for another week, and when she did show up she was late again, and again went out of her way to disrupt the class on her entrance, talking loudly on her cell as she entered. This time she was dressed in club wear, a skin tight lycra one piece halter top miniskirt with no visible undergarment lines, and hooker heels. The question of padding was resolved, those were definitely implants. She sat in the same chair and flashed her pantiless pussy at me again, before telling whoever she was talking to that she was in class and had to go. I thanked her for joining us. Again she sat there without opening a book or taking a note, looking bored. When she picked up her phone, I dropped my chin and looked at her over my glasses, so she put the phone back rather quickly. Toward the end of the lecture I reminded the class of the test coming up next class, which room we would be using for testing, reminded the students to bring their login-id's and that they could use their calculator on this exam. Lyncee interrupted, "We are having our first test Wednesday?" "No we are having our second test Wednesday." I replied. "When was the first?" "Three weeks ago." "When can I make it up? "Stay after class and we will discuss it" After the class was over Lyncee stood one arm wrapped across below her breasts causing them to push up straining the halter top, her nipples like two frozen peas beneath the stretchy material, the other bent with her hand resting on her hip causing the short dress to pull up on that side, nearly exposing the naked bush beneath. She had a great figure and she knew it. I waited for her to speak, enjoying the view of her. When she did, she started with a very aggressive tone, then restarted somewhat less confrontive, before taking on an apologetic tone. "Mr. Thompson, I have had a terrible time this semester, my fiancée and I lost our apartment, then they kicked us out of the hotel we were living in, just because we complained about the dogs, and the new hotel wouldn't let us keep our dogs there. We finally got a place, and have been trying to get all our stuff back. Financial aid hasn't paid me anything yet, those ass-holes are just jerking me around. I didn't have the money to buy the software so I am way behind, I didn't know about the first test, you didn't tell me. And I am not at all ready to take the test on Wednesday." She ranted, sounding like she was beginning to cry. She held her hand to her face as if to wipe away tears, although none were present. Call me an old softy, I let her off the hook. "When can you get the software?" I asked. "I was going to buy it this Thursday," she replied. "Okay I will reset all the homework dates so you are not penalized , tell me when you are ready to take the tests, and I will set you up to take them in the proctor center, but Lyncee, you have to get caught up, We are almost halfway through the semester." "I will Mr. Thompson, I promise I will, I knew you was a good guy." She didn't show up for the test, didn't show up for another week, when she did I asked her why she hadn't completed any of the assignments, she told another sob story of a "son-of-a-motherfucking-bitch, asshole cop" who gave her a ticket, even though she wasn't speeding and she had to spend her software money to get her car out of the impound. But she was getting the software from a friend this weekend. It went on all semester, one excuse after another, always someone else's fault, I emailed her to warn her the last day to drop, then emailed her again of the nearing close of the semester and that all work had to be in before the last day of class. She was present at the last day of instruction, and waited until after class to tell me that I had promised to let her make things up without penalty. I assured her that I had done as promised but that I could not extend the semester; she had to get what she was going to get done before the end of next week. "You are a Liar, and a fucking pervert, don't think I don't see you looking at me. You will let me finish late or else." She exploded in anger. "Or else what Lyncee? You have until noon next Friday, after that I have to record the grades." "You'll hear from my lawyer, asshole." She barked, as she stormed down the hall. The door didn't even close before my Dean stuck his head into my room. "What was that all about?" He questioned. I told him the story of the whole semester, without the references to her appearance. "You better write this up, she's is going to be trouble," he prophesized, correctly. The next day I received a call from the Provost wanting to talk to me in His office. I had a file of all the correspondence, record of conversations, printout of her gradebook and attendance, record of her time on task, first login, everything, I was ready. After our discussion, the provost suggested I do as I had stated, but record the grade immediately at 12:00 PM and not a second later, and asked for a copy of the file. Lyncee did show to take the final, made less than 10% on her grade. After everyone else had left she confronted me saying that I lied and was not giving her enough time, and that I didn't teach what we had just tested over, ranting, cursing and accusing me of being everything but right. My Dean had stepped in without her notice as her attentions were focused on me. After letting her rant for a few minutes he interrupted, "Lyncee, I think I have heard enough, Professor Thompson has shown great cooperation and patience with you , it is time for you to leave." "Who the fuck are you? You can go to hell, what are you some kinda butthole buddies, I am going to tell my lawyer and sue both of your sorry asses, and my boyfriend is gonna kick ass on both you perverts" She slammed the door on her exit. "I am going to campus police,' Said Dean on his exit. I went to my office and was busy grading finals when the phone rang the caller ID identified Lyncee as the caller. "This is Mike," I answered, with the phone on speaker. "Are you the fucking asshole who is jerking around my girlfriend?" an unknown voice yelled from the other end. "Who is calling?" I queried. "I am Staff Sergeant Hawk Bowling" He responded proudly. "And who is your girlfriend?" I love antagonizing idiots. "You know god dammed well who my girlfriend is, and she has told me about you trying to fuck her over. "Sir, I don't know who you are or who your girlfriend is, but I bet lots of other guys fuck her regularly." I said intent or really pissing him off. "You mother fucker, I am a soldier, and I am gonna come down there and take you out, you and that asshole buddy of yours, what's his name dean or something?" What neither Sergeant Bowling nor I knew was that at that instant the Chief of the campus police walked into my office. "Excuse me, who is on the line?" Chief Watson asked. "Are you all fucking dense, I am Staff Sergeant Hawk Bowling, and I am so pissed off I think I may have to kill you too motherfucker, who the fuck are you?" "Sir this is Chief Watson of the Campus Police Department, I think you need to calm down, and explain what has caused you to be so angry," as the chief spoke he was busy writing down the number from the caller display and the name that Hawk had just recited. The chief calmed him a little, engaged him in military talk, found out about the sergeant's duty status, and unit, all the while recording the conversation. Hawk's anger at me didn't diminish and he swore that he was going to" hunt me down and take me out." It was two week later before I heard anything further, Chief Watson, informed me that "my problem child" had some serious issues and was already in trouble over something that happened in Afghanistan, and with this added to the sergeant's problems he was headed for some serious jail time followed by a dishonorable discharge for conduct unbecoming. I thought it was probably deserved but felt sorry for the guy he was obviously under the spell of Lyncee. Then I got the call from Lyncee, "Professor Thompson , can I please talk to you?" "I don't think that's a good idea Lyncee, you failed and I will not change your grade." "I understand that sir, it's not about me, it's about my boyfriend, they have arrested him and his jag guy says it's not good, can we please talk?" "I am headed off to have lunch at Chilis I'm usually there for an hour or so, I won't talk to you if you bring anyone else." She did show up and pleaded with me to make a statement that I never felt I was in danger, to tell the lawyer that I knew he (Sergeant) was only blowing off steam. "Why would I do that Lyncee? All I know of your asshole boyfriend is that he is dangerous." "Please, help him, if you don't he is going to be locked up for a long time, he's not the kind of guy to do well in prison, they'll kill him." "I doubt they would kill him, probably just make him their bitch. They might be nice and give him a reach-around." "That's not nice." "I have no reason to be nice to him, or you for that matter." "I know, I know, I was awful, I thought if I intimidated you , you would give me a good grade to avoid trouble, I didn't have a choice." "Everybody, always has a choice." "What can I do to make you help him?" "Nothing, his prison buddies can fuck him to death for all I care." "Please Mr. Thompson, I will do anything, I'll let you fuck me, I'll give you a blowjob, I don't have any money, but.." "Give me your phone Lyncee." I pulled the battery from her phone and left it open on the table. "Are you trying to entrap me? You are a good looking young lady but you have caused me enough trouble already." "I promise I am not trying to entrap me, look I don't have any wire or nothing," she said as she stood and twirled around, patting her chest and sides. The backless dress and plunging cleavage left little room for anything to be hidden there. "What about there?" I asked as I nodded toward her hem. "I can't show you that here, I don't have any panties on." She smiled. "I tell you what let me pay my bill and we will go someplace else." After paying the tab, my usual waitress being her typical friendly self, made me promise to come see her again next week, knowing already that I would. As Lyncee and I walked out together , I pointed her toward my CTS. She followed and took up the front passenger seat. As soon as I closed the door she raised her skirt to reveal that blonde tuft. She spread her legs then her lips to show that nothing was concealed. I started the car and we drove off. I didn't think it would be a good Idea to take her to my house so I drove to the nearby Hilton and checked myself in. "I'll be in room 632 if you want to come up." I informed her. I had barely entered when she knocked at the door. "Do we have a deal?" she asked. "No, I won't even consider any agreement until I know you are genuine, and worth it, and willing to do everything I say, when I say it without hesitation. " "I will make it worth your while," she said as she raised the hem of her dress over her head and revealed that near perfection of a body that she never tried to hide. She was thin, not hard but soft like a girl should be, a barely there swell at her lower abdomen, perfect tits standing out from the ribs visible beneath her flesh, her areola just a shade darker than her skin, about the size of a quarter set just above the lower swell of her firm C cups, eraser sized firm little nipples. The perkiest tits I have ever seen. There was a gap between her thighs that seemed to invite a hand or cock, to fill it. The seam of her pussy was smooth no fleshy lips or clit exposed, the almost white hair of her pubes like a mist hovering over that mystery cave. Her ass was spectacular like two dodge balls pressed together, little dimples in each. She walked over to me smiling larger at every step, knowing that she was now in control, seeing the evidence of her seductive power swelling beneath my fly. She looked up at me, raised her left hand to grasp my chin and pulled me to her for our first kiss, her tongue instantly exploring my mouth, her right hand reached for my belt, unclasping it and my fly, before reaching into my boxers to wrap her dainty hand around my swollen member. "Mmmm, a nice big one," she flattered. As she unbuttoned my shirt, she kissed the exposed flesh of my chest and stomach as each button fell away. When she reached the waistband of my boxers she pushed it down, causing boxers and trousers together to fall to my ankles. She knelt and raised each foot to slip off my shoes, socks and pants. When the pants were free, she bent to kiss each foot and begin her journey back up my legs kissing and trailing her tongue along the way. She might have sucked at math, but she was a pro at seduction. Sitting on her heels, her knees extended together in front of her, she raised just enough to have her mouth at cock level. I couldn't remember the last time I was this hard. Precum was pouring out of my member. I was afraid I would shoot without ever getting it in her anywhere. She grabbed my cock just at the base, her thumb and forefinger entrapping it, the other three fingers splayed out across my belly, she squeezed hard and covered the full length with her mouth, closed her lips tightly around me, sucked a tight vacuum and held me away as she pulled back, drawing my precum out as if through a straw. She looked up at me making a show of licking her lips and smiling. "You taste good, I think I'll have some more." She purred as she repeated the process again and again. Either she was a great actress or she really enjoyed what she was doing. I know I was really enjoying what she was doing. She reached her other hand around me, grasping a buttocks pulled me to her with one hand then pushing me away with the other. "Tell me when you are about to cum," she spoke without removing her mouth from my cock. She would withdraw, lick along the sides and underside, then return to sucking. She raised it up to kiss and suck my balls then again returned to her suction technique. "You keep that up and I will come soon," I warned. "Cum on my face," she ordered. I shook my head in disagreement, "in your mouth," I claimed. "I don't do that." "You do today." She sighed and resumed her ministrations. I told her I was about to cum just before releasing several jets into her mouth. When the first hit the back of her throat she heaved and ganged but held place, milking it all out with her hand. When I pulled back she raised her hand to spit out the contents. Again I shook my head. "Swallow it!" She looked at me with pleading eyes, and it was my turn to smile. She inhaled deeply through her nose tilted back her head and swallowed. "I've never done that." She informed me as she stood. "Neither have I," I honestly replied," but I liked it." Sheepishly she replied, "so did I." I sat at the bed's edge. Instead of sitting beside me, Lyncee sat in my lap wrapped her arms around me and laid her head on my shoulder, my still hard cock pushing against her thigh. From Student to Slave "Can you go again?" She asked. "Not usually," I replied, "but today, it looks like I can." "Oh yeah," she giggled as she pushed me to my back. "Nope, I want to taste that pussy before I get it all messy." I stated as I rolled her onto her back and slid between her legs." The lovely slit was no longer a closed fold, light pink lips pushed at the sides and a tiny fingertip of a clit stood rigid at the top. Her smell was intoxicating and the taste of her nectar, truly was a honey-pot. I pushed her knees up and apart, and kissed and nibbled along her inner thighs from hollow of her knees to just short of her pussy. I licked at the soft fold where legs met torso. I licked and kissed that nether region between pussy and ass, even her tiny pink crinkled asshole was pretty, no dark flesh around it no musty odor emitting from it. Her breathing came in sharp inhalations, and exhalations, her arms extended to her sides, fingertips clawing at the bedcover. Low moans and high pitched squeals were the extent of her verbalization, followed by repeated statement of a single word, "yes." When I finally focused in on that precious fold it was splayed out like a flower, inner and outer petals blushing crimson as my tongue trailed over, I could not stop the moan from escaping my own lips as I first tasted its sweetness. I pressed my tongue as deeply as it would go, she raised her hips to grant me deeper access, I flicked it quickly over her clitoris no longer shrouded, I nibbled and sucked at that nubbin and she began to scream and shutter. Her whole body convulsed. I licked down forcing my tongue into the tight pucker of her ass, and forcefully teased her clit with my thumb. Her eyes rolled back and her screams subsided into a gargle sound as she shook from head to foot. Her toes curled tightly, her legs would draw tight then extend straight away rigid as they tremored. After several minutes she began to plea, "no, no more, please no more, I can't I ... arrgghhh, please stop, I can't, I can't... Ohhhhhhh my goooooodd, I can't take it." I stopped, still between her legs looking up at her, with probably the biggest grin I have had in a couple of years, if not ever in my life. "That was unbelievable," she sighed, "I have never came like that, ever. I want you to fuck me, but wait just a minute, I have to breath." I crawled beside her, held her in my arms and we lay there for perhaps an hour, before I felt her hand on my soft member. She stroked lightly as it began to fill with blood, she took it in her mouth and gently sucked until it was fully hard then climbed on top of me lowering herself until her butt rested on hips. She leaned forward and we kissed, tongues wrestling from mouth to mouth, without moving she started flexing her internal muscles and like a milk machine she massaged my manhood with no other motion. Her breathing became labored and she started to rock, then began to roll her hips with each forward and backward movement. Within minutes she broke the kiss fell back her shoulders flush to the bed, her knees bent beneath her, rising almost to the point of my withdraw then slamming down her hips to impale herself. She groaned and shuddered again in orgasm; I sat up, grabbed her waist and drove myself hard into her. I pulled her up to again embrace, her legs stretched past me, mine extended forward beneath her. My hands were at her back; one between her shoulder blades and the other at the small of her back. I held her tightly to me as we climaxed together. We sat there thus entwined until my softening member slipped from her tightness. "I guess I need to take you back," I offered. "I have nowhere to go, can we stay here awhile." "We can stay all night if you want." "I want, but you have to promise me you'll fuck me again, soon." "I can't promise soon, but I'll be glad to fuck you as often as I can." "I think we can work something out." She smiled, bit my nipple and squeezed my shriveled cock. We spent the night together I fucked her three more times that night, ejaculating more than I had since I was in my twenties. When I took her back to her car I assumed I would never see her again. When I got home I penned a email to the attorney stating that I did not wish to press charges against Sergeant Bowling and I hoped the court would show leniency. I took a nap later that morning, and was awakened by the ringing of my land line. I was a bit shocked because it never rings; my children, grandchildren, mother and office all only call my cellular phone. I bet most of them don't know I even have a land line. "Caller unknown," displayed on the caller ID. I assumed it was a telemarketer or offer for a credit card as that was the bulk of calls it received. I was pleasantly surprised to hear Lyncee on the other end. "Mike, Hawk's lawyer called and told me what you did, he is sure it will help, It was so very kind of you, I can't thank you enough. Nor can I thank you enough for last night, that was the best sex of my life." She enthusiastically proclaimed. "You made me a very happy man, it was the best sex I have ever had as well, you are incredible, I know you only did it as a bribe, but I'll never forget it." "It started out as a bribe, but it didn't end that way, in fact I was kind of hoping we could meet again so that I could thank you properly, for last night and for Hawk." "How about tomorrow night?" I asked. "Tomorrow sounds great, but how about tonight as well?" she countered. How could I refuse? I offered to give her my address but she said she knew where I lived and would be over around seven. I busily straightened up the house, put the dishes away and decided I should probably do some grocery shopping. The fridge was stocked, there is always plenty of booze in the bar, and I washed the bed linens before settling in to wait for her arrival. A knock at the door came about a quarter till seven, When I opened the door Lyncee stood there wearing a dress that consisted of a three inch belt around her chest and a mini that set so low on her hips that her pubic hair was visible above the waist, and her ass cheeks were on full display in back. She looked hot. I had a hard on before she crossed the threshold. "Nice house, where can I put these?" she asked. I hadn't even noticed the bottle of champagne and can of whipped cream she carried, "in the kitchen, this way." I replied as I led her through the house. When we reached the kitchen I turned to her and was instantly wrapped up in an embrace and a very passionate kiss, which I happily returned. We made out for several minutes standing there, her hands still holding the bottle and can. Before I apologized and took them and placed them in the refrigerator. "Give me the grand tour?" She asked. I led her through the breakfast nook, pointed outside to the pool and cabana. I showed her my office, the garage with my bikes and boat, the den, the entertainment room and bar, the formal living, and guest bedrooms, ending at the master bedroom. "This is the one I've been waiting for," she proclaimed as we entered in. "I love that bed, can I try it?" "By all means, make yourself comfortable." She lept upon the bed landed on her knees and bounced, each turn causing her skirt to rise and fall revealing her usual lack of undergarments. I crawled up beside her and lay on my side facing her. She leaned over and kissed me tenderly, trailing kisses to my neck where she bit down hard causing me to jump, but she didn't let go, sucking a hickey on the side, just below the collar. "There I have marked my territory," she happily proclaimed. "So I'm your territory?" I asked. "Are you fucking anyone else," she countered. "No, no not lately." "Then I guess I am just going to have to keep you satisfied from now on." "From now on? Is this an ongoing thing?" "Would you like it to be?" "What about Sergeant Bowling?" "He knew I could not go very long without sex, so when he went away he told me to have fun, and hoped I would come back to him when he got out. I love him, but I love the way you fuck me. He won't get out for at least a month so I intend to try and fuck you to death before that time." "What a way to die," I said, thinking it truly would be a great demise. She jumped up ran out of the room saying that she would be right back and came back with the champagne and whipped cream in hand. "You are going to love this." She boasted. "Here open the champagne for me." "I'll get a couple of flutes," I said getting up after popping the cork. "No need," she replied, "get naked, lie down and give me the bottle." Doing as instructed I lay on my back as she kneeled above me she looked down with an unexpected fondness in her eyes, dragging her fingernails along the shaft of my penis. Before it was fully hard, she took a large swig from the bottle and with her mouth closed tightly she pushed it down over my member, the bubbles from the champagne were tickling all around the shaft. It did feel pretty amazing. It was only minutes before some additional liquid was added to her mouth. She swallowed both with a smile. I informed her that it was my turn and had her lay back so that I could try. I propped three pillows under her so that her ass was lifted, she let her ankles fall over her head as she was doubled over both holes open to my assault. I licked at her slit, pushing my tongue in to open it up, pinching her clit between my first and second finger I rubbed hard up and down along her length. When she started to moan, I took a huge mouthful of the champagne pressed my mouth to her opening and pushed the liquid into her cavity. "Oh my, that tickles, mmm, it feels good," she moaned. I took another swig and deposited it, then another and another. "Ooo, I am so full and it tickles so good." The next mouthful was a surprise to her because instead of spitting it into her pussy this batch went into the tight rosebud of her ass. "Oh my god, what are you doing to me?" As I was drawing the next drink she began to convulse, screamed and in the midst of her convulsions much of the champagne erupted from her, I quickly licked it from her as she calmed down from her orgasm. "Well, that was unexpected," she said, "nobody but you has ever even touched my asshole. Do you like licking it?" "I love licking it, and am going to love fucking it." "You are not sticking anything that big up my ass." "Wanna bet?" "What's the bet? Since it's my ass, I can pretty much guarantee that I will win. You are not fucking my ass." "I already have, with my tongue, and you loved it. I tell you what if by tomorrow morning you haven't asked me to fuck your ass, I'll never mention it again." "What do you win, if I do?" "Well, first, I get to fuck your ass. And If you do ask me, then you have to agree to never question anything sexual I ask or tell you to do again, but will agree, submit and willingly participate in everything and anything I require of you." "I'll take that bet; because there is no way you are going to fuck my ass." We spent the evening cuddling and drinking the rest of the champagne, and I fixed us some rum punch, we had pasta delivered and had a little red wine with dinner. Staying nude for the evening, I was constantly caressing her, teasing her, massaging her back, arms hands and feet. I would finger her pussy until she was about to cum, then stop and have a drink. Whenever I went down on her, I would tease toward her rosebud but never quite get there. Around two in the morning I really went to town on her clit, fingering her pussy until my fingers were well coated I rubbed her lube around her ass, and slowly inserted my index finger to the first knuckle. As soon as my finger pushed past her sphincter she erupted in orgasm. I sucked her clit hard, held it between clenched teeth and shook my head back and forth sawing away at her most sensitive button; she began pushing her hips forward forcing more of my finger into ass. When I pulled it out she moaned a complaint. I inserted two fingers into her pussy and rubbed at the G spot while still assaulting her clit. When the fingers were well lubed I pushed one, and then the second into her ass. She screamed, convulsed like she was having a seizure and passed out. I was a little worried but she quickly regained consciousness. "You are a bastard," she proclaimed, "okay you can fuck my ass that was incredible." "No that's not the deal, you have to ask me to." I replied. "Asshole, okay, please fuck my ass." "You know what it means?" "Yes I know, I am virtually your slave. But if your fingers can do that to me, I can't wait to feel the real thing." The sun shining through the windows woke us around ten in the morning, my hard again cock was still nestled between her butt cheeks, she got out of bed and went to the bath, I could hear farting sounds as she used the toilet. When she returned she said she felt like she needed to poop, but all that came out was big globs of semen. We never did get to the whipped cream that night, but we did the next. It's been over a month now since she moved in; Sergeant Bowling beat the hell out of some MP and is now serving a minimum five year stint. I took her to see him, so she could tell him personally that she had found someone else, we both thought it too cruel to say it was me. We have sex at least once or twice a day; I've lost fifteen pounds due to all the exercise, and have some great plans for broadening Lyncee's sexual horizons. We leave next week for Hedonism, I'm thinking she may kill me yet.