"Fucking children!" I swore to the empty house, the scotch sloshing in the tumbler as I slammed it down. "I'm surrounded by fucking children."
Larry. What the fuck did he get me into? Who the fuck is Angel?
I paced the living room, my neck and shoulders so wound up I felt like some mad scientist had grafted new muscle groups into me. I needed to relax. Big time. And all the while, images of Tee. On my cock. Down her throat, up her ass, shoved deep into her cunt. While she was gobbling somebody else's dick as deep as possible. And moaning. I could hear her moaning over that meat as I could feel the guy's dick in her ass pushing against mine. I shook my ahead again, trying to get the images to go away, like cleaning an etch-a-sketch. I took a drink, focusing on the amber liquid in the glass.
I stopped at the window just as Tee drove up, pulled her backpack out and walked up to the door. In spite of my frustration and anger, I felt a tenderness I'd only felt once before with a trainee, and not this early on. The feeling was confusing, interrupted by her light knock on the door.
I'm going to have to get a key copied
. Setting my drink on the side table, I put on my best game face and let her in.
She mumbled a hello, not looking up, her face a mixture of fear and anger. She set down her pack and peeled off her clothes as I closed the door behind her, announcing the prescribed incantation. She began reaching for the belt when I stopped her. I needed something else at the moment and she needed to know what she was.
"You'll get your trainer in a moment, cunt," I said it calmly. She looked up at me concerned. "But right now, I need some relief. You've caused me a lot of trouble."
She raised an eyebrow and at my expression looked down, not saying a word. I unbuckled my trousers letting them drop to the floor. I peeled down my briefs. My cock, springing out at half-mast, pointed toward her. I'd been on the edge of blue balls since the apprentice had blown me, thinking about Tee's three holes. Thinking about her almost constantly. I was becoming convinced this training was at risk of turning into something else.
She dropped to her knees, gently cupping my balls in her hands and kissing my shaft from the base up to the tip. She opened her lips and gently stroked the shaft, starting at my balls sliding up to the head, sliding over and back down. It was a novel technique, frustrating and at the same time stimulating. She giggled as my erection grew in front of her, her hands continuing to fondle my sac, gently massaging my balls.
The anger I had been feeling toward Angel, toward Larry, toward her
toward my feelings for her!
bubbled up as I watched her toying with me, and something snapped. I grabbed the back of her head and pushed her onto my cock head, further down my shaft until she pushed her hands against my naked thighs, gagging. I pulled back slightly and held her there, watching her eyes fill with tears until I slid her back off me, her lips around my head. I pushed again until she gagged, holding her there longer, my cock engorging and stiffening. She pushed and struggled, drooling until I relented, slightly, and then pulled back out again, letting her catch her breath.
"Fuck, Professor!" She pulled off and looked up at me, all anger and tears. She look terrified when she saw the expression on my face and realized she had fucked up even worse.
I grabbed the back of her head and shoved her back onto my cock. It was rock hard, fueled by rage and frustration. "You want to have three of these in you," I panted hoarsely. "This is a taste of what it would be like without training. You want this!?" I was shouting at her as I held her face as far onto my shaft as she could muster, gagging and belching until she screamed her safe word.
I pulled out and pushed her onto her hands and knees. "Open your legs wide, cunt! That may have saved you from choking, but you're going to be fucked. Hard." I slapped the inside of her thighs until she'd spread her knees as far as she could, and then wrapping my hands along the tops of her legs, I pulled her back until my cock was at her entrance. "You want this, cunt. You're going to get every inch of it. But no matter how much you feel like cumming, you. will. not. cum." And then I shoved into her as hard and as deep as I could.
She squealed, more out of surprise than pain. I'm not that big. Thin and long, and she was so wet I just slipped into her until I bottomed out against her cheeks. Her channel was tight. Wet, hot and tight and I knew I wouldn't take long to jet into her. I pulled out and slammed back in, forcing her forward, almost off balance. She grunted. I pulled out and slammed into her again. Out. In! Out. IN! Each time she gasped as I knocked the air out of her until I could feel my load boiling up. I slammed into her one last time, pushing as deep as I could get. "You better have been telling the truth about being on birth control, cuz I'm shooting deep into your womb." She moaned as I pulsed inside her, her clit exposed and untouched, extended and pushed from the inside. I held her in that position until I softened and slid out. "Put your head down on your arms and keep your butt pushed up. I want that crème to flow inside you. I want you to feel it being absorbed into your oven. Imagine those sperm swimming along your channel looking for an egg."
I got up and reached into her purse for her phone.
"You're going to learn to take a cock down your throat, cunt, but not this week. This week, and next, and the next after that, if we have to, you'll be training your asshole to take something a lot bigger than my cock." I pulled up the camera. Her asshole, even stretched and exposed, a dark hole surrounded by radiating lines that melted into her caramel brown skin, was small. I took a picture and then touched her bud with my finger tip. She jumped, her hole clenching in surprise. I started a video, lightly touching her to watch it open and close, clutch against the air and relax. "Push out, like you're taking a shit, cunt." She pushed, the rose bud unfolding, exposing fresh pink skin inside. I brushed against it and watched it collapse and squeeze, the lines deepening.
"Stay still." I left to retrieve my kit from the supply cabinet. As I walked back I studied her, pushed up and out, her cunt wide open and glistening, her back sloping, her face buried in her arms. I took a picture. "You'll post these on the forum when we're done. Every morning, in fact, you'll take a picture of your progress and post it for everyone to see." I opened the kit, removing a #3 bulb along with a tube of lubrication. The one she'd had in the night before was considered a #0. She'd feel this. "This is going to hurt a little going in, but not as much as when the belt is attached and going. But that isn't really a punishment for you, is it cunt?" I glopped some lube on her asshole and watched it open and close from the cold. "Hold your cheeks open."
She reached back to spread her ass cheeks as wide as she could, her face turned to the side and pushed into the carpet. She was moaning softly, her eyes squeezed shut. With her hole stretched into an oval, it would help a little, but there was no way around it, this was going to take a little effort. I pushed the bulb against her hole and slowly twisted it, the lube letting it slide in, the sphincter stretching out, out and finally around the widest part. She screamed a little and then she sucked it into her rectum, squeezing her ring around the base.
"Don't get up. I want you just like this for a little while." I took a few pictures and slapped her cheeks as she held them apart. Not hard, just enough to distract her from the pain of the bulb.
"You know why I'm punishing you, cunt?"
She moaned. "Yes, Professor. You're punishing me because I came last night with Angel."
"Why did you let that happen?! After I made it clear you weren't to climax this entire week?"
"But Professor!" She tried to raise her head as she protested. "It wasn't my fault! She just came in and forced me onto the floor and..."
"That's enough!" I interrupted her with a slap to her right cheek. "It was your house! You could have told her to leave! You could have just left yourself!" With each statement I slapped first one cheek and then the other. They began to redden.
She cried and shook her head. "No! I was naked! I had just taken that selfie for you! I couldn't just run out without my clothes! Aaaagh!"
I kept spanking her, between explanations for how she could have avoided the situation and kept her promise. I mentioned her behavior in class, swatting her for cursing me or looking at me with anything other than gratitude.
"Remember." SWAT. "WHY." SWAT. "YOU'RE." SWAT. "HERE." SWAT SWAT.
By the time I was done she was sobbing, her tears leaving dark circles on the carpet, her butt cheeks a beautiful rosy golden hue.
