Brenna at the Academy

Brenna at the Academy Ch. 06

This is Chapter 6 of "Brenna at The Academy". Reading all chapters in sequence is recommended for context and maximum enjoyment.

This series is a work of complete fiction and fantasy borne of the imagination. All characters and locations are fictional and any resemblance to real people, names, events or places is purely coincidental. All fictional characters are consenting adults having a good time, in safe circumstances. I hope you enjoy the stories!

***** Brenna begins to stir from her deep sleep. She feels warm, spent and relaxed. She and Master Gregory are still entwined in the comfortable bed, his arms draped around her and their legs touching. When her eyes sleepily open, she gazes on his smiling face and notices he is no longer sleeping either. He moves towards her, placing a kiss on her nose, and she chuckles.

"Awake, sleepy girl?"

He trails a finger down her cheek and moves it slowly to her mouth. He traces the fleshy parts of her lips, slowly, applying gentle pressure. Brenna reflexively parts her mouth. Master Gregory's finger slowly probes the inner part of her lips and she licks it gently with her tongue, closing her lips and sucking softly. Her body responds so reflexively now and she is struck by how fast she seems to have changed so very much.

"Mmmm... ready for more I see?" He quips. Brenna moans softly as his finger withdraws. Sir Gregory makes to sit up and softly grabs Brenna's arms to invite her into a sitting position with him.

"Not yet, horny girl. It is still night and time for you to retire to your room, so that you're rested for your last day with us tomorrow. I'm sure you want to be ready and fit to take full advantage tomorrow."

She is sleepy and gazes at him with wide, glazed over eyes. Brenna's afterglow still envelops her in a haze of softness and release. It is no wonder, given how active her evening has been.

"Yes, Sir..." she purrs sleepily and rises to her feet along with Master Gregory.

As he leads her to the adjacent bathroom, Brenna's eyes catch sight of the clock, alerting her that it is almost midnight. She has definitely lost track of time. She thinks she must have slept wrapped up in Master Gregory for at least a few hours following her exertions. She blushes, lazily remembering the events of the night, trying to retrace the journey to her orgasms and how all three instructors contributed to her wild experience. She has just been with

three

men, for the first time in her life and enjoyed every slutty minute of this night more than she could have possibly ever imagined.

In the bathroom, Master Gregory leads Brenna into the walk-in shower and gently washes her body as well as his own. When she touches his hips and traces a hand down his belly to brush a hand against his manhood, he gently slaps her hand away and grabbing her left wrist with his other arm, holds both behind her back.

"It isn't time for this again yet, horny girl. Will you let me finish our shower or do I need to get some restraints?" He cocks an eyebrow as his voice remains calm but takes on a decidedly authoritative edge.

"Yes Sir. I will be good now," Brenna pouts and gives him her best version of puppy eyes.

"Hands behind your back."

Master Gregory finishes washing Brenna, taking special care around her private areas. He works competently and expertly. He doesn't tease but doesn't shy away from being thorough either. Brenna arches her back towards him as he massages his fingers inside her labiae and in the valleys between her thighs. She wants to reach for him but focuses on obedience and holding her hands clasped behind her back as instructed.

After he rinses her off, they stand together in the shower, the hot water falling everywhere and steam heating up Brenna's skin. She faces the tiled wall as Master Gregory's firm body provides stability to her from behind. He moves forward a little and she feels her breasts, heavy and peaked with hard, protruding nipples despite the ever present heat, press against the smoothness of the tiles. Half asleep and half awake, but also increasingly aroused and strangely emboldened by her in-between state, Brenna unclasps her hands from behind her back and grabs Sir Gregory's hand with hers. Pressing her ass into the sculpted male behind her, she guides his hand, gently and coyly, to her wet, warm mound. She presses the heel of his palm over her mound, applying pressure on her clit.

"...Hmmm...

Someone's

forgetting who is in charge here I see." His voice is deep and dominant in her ear. His dangerous sounding statement is followed by a gruff, dark laugh.

Brenna bites her lower lip and continues to unleash her inner brat as she undulates her hips, bucking desperately against the firm palm grinding against her clit. Her knees bend as she moves, squatting gently up and down to give herself leverage. For a brief moment, Brenna thinks with embarrassment how she may look right now - horny and shameless, humping Sir's palm against her needy sex.

"...Is my horny little pussy not tired yet after tonight's exertions?" Sir Gregory's voice is all gravel studded dark honey in her ear, and a low moan escapes Brenna's lips.

He moves a step forward again and is now pressing Brenna against the tiled wall of the shower cabin.

"Mmmngh...! No, Sir! Never too tired for this... for you..."

She can't believe her lucky starts that he seems to be playing along as he now meets her hip undulations with firm presses of his hand inward. She's loving the broadening stimulation to the base of her clit, now undeniably engorged and throbbing as it emerges from under its hood.

She moans again:

"Mmmmmnggh... Oh Sir, please... please... say it again!"

"Say what, my girl?"

"Say... what you called it... again, please..." The last word becomes a pleading wail.

Master Gregory's gruff laughter sounds again and he purrs dangerously into her ear:

"My...horny...little...pussy." Each word is punctuated with a decisive smoosh of his firm palm into Brenna's needy clitoris. She moans uncontrollably again and sags for a moment, deliciously pinned between his hard, virile body and the wall of tiles. Strangely, the position and pressure make Brenna feel so good, so safe, so contained, and so very aroused...

"You like it when I call it that? What is it again...?"

"Yes Sir! Your horny little pussy...!"

"Hands up on the wall."

Honeyed gravel again and Brenna follows obediently without any delay. The position stretches her breasts and enhances the feelings of pressure on her nipples against the wall. She is so drunk on arousal that she would obey any command from the man behind her. Suddenly, she becomes aware of Sir Gregory's hardening cock, resting against the upper part of her bottom's cheeks. She intensifies her efforts at getting more friction and contact and both she and her Master work together to massage her mons and her clit with new intensity. Brenna pants, her breathing now ragged as the familiar and addictive heat and tingling spreads between her legs and into her core.

"I never want to leave this place!"

Brenna thinks as she fantasizes about spending a lifetime at the Academy as a permanent resident, her sole purpose pleasure and sexual learning.

Sir Gregory is kissing the nape of her neck and sometimes nipping her skin with titillating love bites. Brenna sighs. Encouraged by her heightening desire, she drops one of her hands from the wall and places it over his hand.

"Please.... More... Sir... please...." She whimpers, doing her best to gently coax his fingers to stroke and probe into her juicy folds.

"Demanding

and

greedy." He comments in that dangerous tone again and she responds with a pleading wail.

"Master, I can't help it, please...."

"Please, more what?"

"Please... finger me," She gasps and more forcefully tries to guide his fingers down into her hot and dripping opening.

His other hand encircles her wrist and holding firmly he instructs, his voice that delicious mixture of danger and mischief:

"Incorrigible slut. Very well, but since you're so insistent on being in charge, you do it first and I will follow. We'll fuck this sweet, needy slit

together

. Can my horny little pussy take two fingers, one from each of us?"

A high pitched moan is Brenna's immediate response, followed closely by aligning her middle finger with one of his and sliding it down, then inwards into her heated, silky sheath. Gods, she is SO wet. Both fingers plunge into her steamy slickness and Brenna is completely overtaken by lust. She humps Sir Gregory's palm with new resolve and pulses their two fingers in and out, in and out of her depths, going deeper with each thrust. Juices flow copiously from her stimulated slit as she marvels at just how wet and responsive her body has become. In two short days, the Academy, or rather its skilled instructors, seem to have turned Brenna into a slutty nymphomaniac who just can't get enough. Perhaps not so much

turned into

but rather unleashed the true nature that was already there, lying dormant...

Master Gregory, now back in charge, asserts his lead by changing the pace and guiding the rhythm now, Brenna's smaller finger simply coming along for the ride.

"Mmmmm....."

"Can my horny little pussy take another finger...?"

"Ahhh...mmmh...oh Sir... Yes, please..."

He adds his index finger to the delicious stiff tool they have co-created and it's now as thick as a cock, albeit a bit more... irregularly triangular in circumference. He curls and angles the penetration to scrape in the best way possible against just the right places inside her slick, hot passage. Brenna's breathing accelerates and she suddenly coasts the edge of another release. "You're taking that SO well for me, Brenna."

"Aaaaahhhhhhh... I'm so close... I'm going to come...."

"Are you really? Are you simply informing me...? So eager to add a fresh punishment to your tally sheet, Seventy Three? I'm sure Sir Eric will be more than pleased to take care of that first thing tomorrow."

Brenna reorients through the lustful haze and barely managing to put two and two together, wails:

"I'm sorry Sir... Uhhh....Ahhhhh... I'm so close... I meant to ask... or beg... please... please... please let this slutty girl come, Master!"

"That's a tad better." He chuckles and changes the pace without letting up one bit on the pressure.

Brenna is held suspended in that delicious yet precarious place of being on the edge of release and being held there for what feels like forever by his continued ministrations and deafening silence, until she hears her salvation, the dark whisper into her ear:

"Come for me, Brenna. I want your cum all over our hands. Now."

The world freezes for an instant, and then she shatters. There are stars in her field of vision behind her closed eyes, and the most intense pulses in her pussy and clit. Her legs melt under her and she sags again between Sir Gregory and the wall, content to allow the multiple shudders to take her as her release keeps on giving.

The next think Brenna is aware of are Sir Gregory's words:

"Good girl."

The reassuring deep voice of her Master steadies her as she feels him feeding his and her joined fingers coated thickly in her juices into her mouth and sucks obediently. She enjoys tasting herself and finds this moment incredibly hot. Sir Gregory, for his part, seems pleased with her natural submissive yielding and the outward signs of still unspent lust she is displaying.

*****

They step out of the shower and he gently dries her and himself off. He gives her bottom two playful swats and she squeals. He wraps a short, fluffy grey bathrobe around her glowing body, dresses himself in a fresh pair of leather trousers and tugs her by the hand into the hallway. Master Gregory leads Brenna through the corridors of the Academy in silence. She is still beaming from the shower and the lasting afterglow and follows him with complete trust and dependence.

Soon they find themselves in front of her room. He opens the door and gives her another kiss, this time on her forehead.

"Goodnight, Brenna. You may play, but no coming anymore, though I would think what you need most now is rest. Sweet dreams." He purrs into her ear, deeply and dominantly.

"Do put some of the cream the nurse gave you on before you drift off. Massage it well into that marvelous pussy for me."

"Thank you, Sir Gregory. I will. I hope to see you tomorrow, goodnight." she manages sleepily as he closes the door behind him.

Brenna throws off the bathrobe onto the floor, sinks into her comfortable bed and drifts off to sleep, her fingers still in her folds as she dutifully salves her pussy with the restorative cream as instructed.

*****

Brenna wakes at around 9 AM. She feels well rested and ready for the day. Excitement quickly floods her as the realization that it is Sunday morning today dawns on her. Her last day at the Academy. There is no loophole this time. Brenna is due at work tomorrow and she has maxed out on her travel budget for now already by extending her stay. As Brenna rises from bed and begins moving about the room, she becomes aware of some soreness in her muscles, particularly her thighs and butt, and a humming heat between her legs... she wonders if this feeling remained there from the exertions of last night or is it the excitement and desire building for today's adventures that she could already feel gathering there into a steady sensation.

Brenna washes, fixes her hair and does her makeup neatly. She eats the breakfast that had appeared on her table beside her bed. She knows she is due at The Stables for noon, but what should she do with her time before that? She feels unsettled and a bit annoyed that she would be wasting several hours of her precious Academy time.

Just as she plonks on the bed and reaches for the remote to tune into some... Academy television, Brenna hears a knock on her door. A deep whisper follows:

"Brenna? Are you still sleeping?"

She is quick to get to the door and opens it to see Master Gregory.

"Awake and ready, I see" He purrs. His eyes unabashedly take in her form, slowly roaming over her naked body, resting for longer periods at key places.

"Excellent. As you have some time before your first engagement of the day, I thought I'd offer an invitation for you to join me for a live presentation that is happening this morning. It will likely be... instructive as well as interesting to you, my girl."

"Yes, Sir! I would love to join you, thank you for inviting me!"

"Very well. Come then, Brenna. There's something I'd like you to see."

He grabs her by the hand, just like last night, but with more force and urgency. His large hand is intertwined in her fingers. His hold is steadying and hot. Brenna's mind fills with memories of last night as visions of that hand doing unspeakably delicious things to her pussy in the shower flash before her eyes. She blushes and squeezes his hand harder. A twinge awakens between her legs and her clit begins to throb in response.

Master Gregory leads Brenna out of the room and she follows a few paces behind. The decisive and no-nonsense grip of his firm hand, and the fact that she is to follow just behind, is arousing to her. They walk down the grand staircase, down several hallways and finally enter a spacious room, set up a bit like a small auditorium.

The setup is more intimate than a theater. Brenna looks around and takes in the surroundings as the space fills with people. Masters and trainees are in attendance. The common setup seems to be a Master accompanied by a trainee, sometimes two or more. There also appear to be some Trainers attending solo or in small groups. At the front and in the middle of the space is a stage-like dais. There are tiers and rows of seats arranged in a semicircular pattern around the dais. The seats are tiered, at different levels so as to provide everyone an unobstructed view of the stage. The rows of seats are more spacious and more spread apart than in a normal theater, and as the hall fills with spectators, it makes sense to Brenna why such a design was chosen.

Trainers sit in the leather seats, but trainees park themselves on the floor, by their Masters' feet. Brenna notices that the floor features large pads of luxurious carpet arranged below and spreading out a bit from under each throne-like leather seat. Master Gregory leads her close to the stage and pulls her into the second row, on the edge of stage left. He nods his greeting to several Trainers already settled in the area and takes his seat. Brenna immediately sinks to her knees on the carpet pad below Master Greg's seat. She positions herself right by his feet.

"Present!"

Master Gregory instructs and Brenna assumes the position.

"Watch closely girl, and you may ask me any questions during the show. Keep your voice low to a whisper. If you need to get my attention, tap on the top of my shoe, understand?"

"Yes, Master."

Brenna watches intently as lights dim in the hall and the dais is lit up with spotlights. A trainer, whom Brenna has never seen before, walks onto the stage, leading a trainee behind him on a leash hooked to a collar around her neck, as she follows a few paces behind on all fours. The Master is a handsome man (aren't they all?) - mature, around Master Gregory's age, with greying short dark brown hair gelled back. He wears the typical Trainer's attire, black leather pants that outline his muscular buttocks, legs and show the definition of his half-hard cock resting in front. He is shirtless and his pectorals are rather toned and covered with a sparse sprinkling of brown chest hair.

The woman entering the stage is likely in her mid-twenties. She is completely nude, save for the collar. A heavy, flaxen French braid snakes down the back of her head and falls down one of her shoulders in the front. She is voluptuous and slightly plump. Her crawling gait on the leash is languid and looks well practiced. She assumes the Present position by her Master's feet now, facing the audience, although her gaze remains downcast demurely onto the ground. Her shaved pussy is on display for all as she performs the model version of Present, her thighs spread wide apart. Her breasts are heavy globes with large, pink nipples already standing at attention. Brenna can see that the pink folds of her sex are swollen and glistening with moisture.

"Welcome, welcome everyone to today's public scene. I think the show should prove to be both educational and... stimulating. I am Master Shawn and joining me on stage today for her debut is trainee Fifty Three. Trainee Fifty Three has worked very hard up to this very moment to finally take this important step in her education. Today, trainee Fifty Three is here to lose her anal virginity for all of you to witness."

A round of applause and some eager whistles from the younger Trainers fill the air. Brenna's eyes grow wide and her mouth falls open. She looks to Master Gregory, who makes eye contact with her, his dark eyes intense and lit up with approval as he nods eagerly.

Brenna whispers in shock: "Sir, do all students have to do such things so publicly?"

"No, Brenna. Trainee Fifty Three, or Shelagh, has asked for this. She is an exhibitionist and is aroused by having an audience. Whatever you watch is either requested or thoroughly consented to by the student as part of their experience and education at the Academy."

Master Shawn's game show host-like voice booms again from the stage, and Brenna can see the woman is blushing but also smiling.

"Fifty Three, mount the platform and assume the Table position!"

Shelagh follows without any hesitation. She climbs onto the black platform and stays on all fours with her back slightly arched and ass elevated, her body now parallel to the audience. Master Shawn works a small remote control and the platform is elevated so that her bottom lines up nicely with the level of his hips. He presses a few other buttons, and thin vertical posts emerge from the platform, on either side of Shelagh's knees. There are metal, snaking devices that look like fibre optic cables or thin, bendable lights emerging from the posts and curling towards the woman's bottom, stopping their advance just inches from her flesh.