I slept and dreamed about an incredible scene with Eliza and Suki. When I awakened to a hand holding my cock, I opened my eyes to see a girl I hadn't met yet. She was a bit chubby, but very pretty, with long brown curls cascading around her huge tits.
"Good morning, fuck boy. I'm Cheyanne."
"Good morning, Miss."
My cock was erecting quickly in her soft hand with her working it insistently.
"We have to be quick. I have class in thirty minutes."
She pushed me onto my back, raised her skirt to reveal her uncovered pussy as she threw her leg over me and mounted herself onto my rigid pole. She began bouncing immediately, fucking herself on my cock and manipulating her nipples with practiced fingers.
"Stay still, I'll do the work."
She was good to her word, fucking herself hard, driving down onto my cock with a relentless rhythm. Her breathing and the clenching of her muscles told me she was approaching orgasm quickly, so I did as she commanded and remained still, letting her use me like a human sybian.
She gasped and moaned when she came and unceremoniously dismounted, straightened her dress and patted my cheek.
'Thanks, fuck boy. See ya later."
She turned and headed out the door that barely had time to close before it opened and to my delight, beautiful Eliza came in, bearing breakfast. She leaned over to give me a peck on the lips.
"So, you met Cheyanne. You're going to be a busy boy today. Miss Easton, your calc professor and Ms. Proctor, the TA for your physics class are both coming this afternoon."
"A TA?"
"Suki knows more about her. I guess she teaches the class for the professor. Anyway, I think you'll like her, Suki says she's pretty.
"What's for breakfast?"
"Egg McMuffin, and OJ. And also a helping of, me."
"Yay. I like that menu.",
"Mmm, what would you like first?"
"You, please."
"Good choice."
She climbed up onto the bed and straddled my face. She was wearing a very fetching floral-patterned sundress that she draped around my head, then teased my face with her gorgeous pussy. I flicked my tongue up, striving to reach her as she played hard to get. Her intoxicating bouquet beguiled me, inflaming my desire to taste her scrumptious snatch.
She reached behind herself to grab my balls in a firm grip, squeezing my orbs hard, then almost releasing them, then squeezing them again in a pulsating rhythm. It hurt, but it was good because she wanted to use me, and it was wonderful to be wanted regardless of how it manifested.
When she finally lowered her pussy to my mouth, I kissed her reverentially and began to make love and explore her with passionate desire to please her like I'd never felt for anyone before.
She tasted heavenly as she eased into my desire for her and let me worship her, pouring my devotion into her sweet pussy. I was ecstatic to be in this position with this magnificent girl.
I sucked her clit and worked it with my tongue, firmly strumming it and circling it with my tongue tip, gauging her reactions to each stroke before settling in on the method that she reacted most enthusiastically to until she came powerfully and rewarded me with a delicious flow of her nectar.
I held her hips as she came, pulling us together, wanting to increase the contact, feeling the need to be one with her as she released into my mouth. Her hand clutched my nuts hard when she came, and the pain truly drew me into her exquisite joy. I felt love from her in that moment that transcended my captivity and freed me, letting me know how happy I was to be serving her pleasure and making it mine too.
She slid down me, leaving a beautiful, slick trail of her passion down my chest and stomach before sheathing my cock into her perfect, hot wetness. She rocked then, moving seductively and wonderfully to make sweet love to me and show the concern she had for me, sharing the pleasure she had just received from my mouth.
Her muscles milked me as she rode me, building delicious friction, coaxing me to a passionate eruption deep inside her. When I came, she kissed me hungrily, exploring my mouth and holding me tight. I couldn't believe my luck in being with this woman. Having sex with her every day was a waking wet dream.
"We need to get you cleaned up. Mrs. Connors will be here soon. She expects you to be ready for use."
"Yes, Miss."
She released my ankle cuff, took hold of my balls and led me to the shower.
"She wants you squeaky clean, inside and out."
"That means she'll want to use my ass?"
"I told you to get used to that."
'Yes, Miss."
I hung my head in resignation.
"You know I'll want that from you too."
"It's different with you."
'
"Why?"
"Because I love you."
She smiled warmly and stroked my cheek softly.
"I'll want more things from you, remember I'm dominant, sometimes sadistic."
"Yes, Miss."
"Do you want to suffer for me?"
I nodded, afraid to put voice to it, but my cock was rock hard, giving me away. She grabbed it, squeezing hard and digging her thumbnail into my pee hole. She took a handful of my balls with her other hand, squeezed them hard and pulled down. The pain was intense, and I screamed as she stared into my eyes. I could see the joy she took from my pain and despite myself I stayed fiercely aroused.
"How is that for you?"
"It's okay."
"You don't mind the pain? You like it? Your cock tells me you do."
"I want to please you, Miss. If this is what you want from me, I'll try to give it to you."
The shower was a mixture of agony and delightful pleasure. She gave me two large enemas that stretched my bowels with peppermint oil that burned and left me tingling when I was allowed to evacuate. Afterward she scrubbed me more intently than she had the previous day, focusing on giving my nipples a thorough brushing with a loofah.
The coup de grace was a thorough scrubbing for my cock, crack, and ball sack. When she scrubbed my scrotum with the loofah, abrading the skin and roughly abusing my balls with impact and pressure it made me feel a bit nauseous. Amazingly I remained hard.
When she scrubbed my cock with the loofa the way she brushed my shaft was actually good at first, but as she increased pressure the pleasure faded. When she moved to my glans it was agonizing. I tried to remain stoical and brave for her, but by the time she was finished I had succumbed to the pain and was whimpering and pulling away.
She dried me gently and murmured sympathetically when she was done, caressing my body lovingly, including my cock and balls that she applied a soothing ointment to. She kissed me tenderly as she stroked the ointment into my cock.
"You took that well. I'm sure I hurt you a little."
"You hurt me a lot, Miss."
"But you still love me?"
"Yes, Miss. Did you enjoy hurting me like that?"
"Very much. I keep warning you I'm sadistic."
"You have, Miss."
"Yet you still think you love me?'
