Teaching Serena

Serena smiled happily and looked back at the professor. There she was, in his backyard, his finger in her pussy. She loved submitting for this man. Wanting to show it, she moved her hips so his finger pressed just a little bit deeper into her asshole. He responded by slowly starting to push his finger in. "You certainly have taken to this... to having it here." He paused and added, "All slutty girls do." Serena answered him with just a moan of pleasure. He pushed in more, going to his second knuckle. "Do you know why this feels so good to you?"

She wiggled her ass a bit, inviting more. "No... Mr..."

He started to slightly curl and uncurl his finger inside her ass. "Because of what you are. And that is what?"

"A-a slut," she whispered.

He started to curl and wiggle his finger faster. "I can't hear you."

"I'm a slut," she spoke louder and clearer.

"Serena, say loudly. I certainly don't care if anyone hears you." And with that he started to finger fuck her ass.

Serena quietly moaned before answering, taking a significant time to simply feel his finger sliding in and out of her ass. "I'm a slut!" she said with force.

"Yesss... good girl," he said. Then slowly and lovingly, he took his finger out of her ass. "Stand up." She jerkily stood, with slight tremors going through her body. He spoke to her like she was a child. "Rule number one: when it's just the two of us on my home, you're to be totally naked unless I tell you otherwise." With that, he stopped and stared at her; taking the hint, she stripped without hesitation. His eyes crawled over her body. He reminded himself why he had always loved the soft curves of freshman girls. "Very nice... you are a pretty girl." Serena flushed upon hearing the praise roll out of his mouth. She looked up at him with a small smile playing upon her lip. "You look as though you don't hear that enough."

Serena's eyes opened wide and hurt was in their depths. Softly, she said, "I hear it enough."

His response was suddenly biting: "You might hear it more if you didn't make yourself so available to the college boys." He stared at her for a moment, then turned and started to walk inside.

As if it were a defense, Serena softly said, "They are boys," and started to follow him.

He lead her into his den and sat in the big leather chair. A fire was burning, and the room felt extremely inviting and comfortable. He watched Serena as she looked around timidly. Spying a soft, tiger skin rug on the floor near the fireplace, she sat on it, near Mr. Samuels's feet.

"Good girl... you're learning your place." Once again, he couldn't help but smile with admiration at how hard she was trying, and how fast she was learning. But he only allowed himself to smile for a moment. He forced himself to regain control, and his smile faded. He continued, "But I'm thirsty... please go into the kitchen and make me a mixed drink. Your choice, Serena." He watched Serena's brow knit.

Mixed drink? She wondered silently. She lifted herself off of the tiger skin, paused, and saw Mr. Samuels point towards the kitchen. She slipped into the room. Hunting around, the found a bottle of vodka in the refrigerator, as well as a bottle of sunny-d. Figuring the latter to be as good as orange juice, a smile crept upon her lips. It took her three cabinets until she found two glasses and mixed... but what is it called? she questioned herself. Pouring half vodka and half sunny-d, she carefully mixed the drink, then poured herself half a glass of the juice for herself. Feeling proud, the walked back into the den and knelt in front of him. Placing his glass in his hands, their fingers brushed; her heart skipped in excitement until she felt his fingers pull away slightly. She looked around and didn't know where to place her glass after taking a sip.

Mr. Samuels took a sip, swilled it in his mouth for a moment, and swallowed. Serena saw that he was unreadable, and for a moment, he did not look happy... then he couldn't help but smile and he grinned from ear to ear. "A screwdriver with made with sunny delight, hhmm? Haven't tried that one before."

Serena looked down and couldn't help but be disappointed. She never made a mixed drink before... should it have been stronger? Less alcohol? She sighed and said, "Do you like it, Mr. Samuels?

His hand went to her face and stroked her cheek, softly and sweetly. "It's very good, Serena." She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, and then his eyes drifted downward to the glass she had in her hand and his smile faded fast. "I see you made yourself one too?"

"N-no. It is just the orange juice... I-I don't drink."

"Hhmmm."

Serena's eyes widened, "I shouldn't have made it..."

He looked at her thoughtfully. "I would like to point out that I didn't ask you to get yourself something to drink... what do you say to that?" She put her head down, shocked and disappointed in herself. "Serena, look at me." Tentatively she looked up at him, not wanting to meet his eye. "Serena, look at me." She breathed out, straightened her shoulders, and looked him in the eye. "Do you have a voice, Serena?"

"Yes... I have a voice."

"If you were thirsty, what should have done with your voice?" he said his eyes flashing with anger now."

"I..." Her breath caught in her throat as she watched his eyes dance in the firelight, looking predatory. "I should have asked."

"Yes. Close your eyes and bring your face closer to me." She did as he bid, and without pausing, he brought his hand back and slapped her cheek hard, with enough force to knock her off her balance. She was thrown backward onto her ass, and landed with her legs splayed open. Her eyes were still tightly closed and she opened them slowly. Raising a hand to her cheek, her face burned with embarrassment. Then she immediately returned to her kneeling position.

Mr. Samuels opened his mouth, about to compliment her on keeping her eyes closed... then he stopped himself, remembering that she was merely doing what was expected. Why did he continue to have the feeling that this girl was different than the rest? Then he spoke. "Go spill out your drink. Fill the glass with ice cubes and come back here to stand in front of me."

She stood, feeling self-conscious about her nudity for the first time, and said meekly, "Would you like me to wash the glass before putting the ice cubes into it?"

"Yes," was his answer, and nothing more.

Serena nodded and returned to the kitchen. Quickly washing the glass with hot water, the then pushed it against the ice maker and returned to the den, kneeling at his feet.

He looked at her like she was pitiful. "Close your eyes again." He took the glass from her and watched her cheeks burn with awkwardness, feeling that she had done something wrong, but not sure what it was. Once her eyes closed, he sized her up again, reveling in the fact that despite her wonderful nature, she was not perfect-she still needed punishment. Punishment only he could give. And how he had always loved hurting girls just like this. He opened his hand flat, eyed the redness on her cheek, and slapped her again, hitting her cheek with as much force as he could muster, hoping to make the sting hard enough so she would remember the proper way to act. She fell again on her ass; her cheek hurt and she felt mortified that she couldn't handle a single slap without falling. She quickly assumed the kneeling position once again.

"Serena... stand up. I told you to remain standing when you got back from the kitchen."

She opened her eyes and blinked. He did? she thought as she quickly stood, timidly holding her hands behind her as she stared at his shoe. He jingled her glass, filled with ice, then slowly took out a cube. Looking at it a moment, he then pressed it to her belly button. He smiled as she took in a sharp breath, and watched as the melting water snaked down her tummy and onto her crotch. Serena kept her eyes firmly on the floor as she felt the ice water drip down and delve between her pussy lips. He moved the ice up, going in between her breasts, then lazily circled her right nipple. Serena let out a soft breath as she felt her nipple harden in response. The ice cube was small now; he simply put it into his mouth and took out another one. Looking up at her, knowing she was watching him out of the corner of her eye, he slowly and intentionally moved the ice to her other nipple, pressing it hard into her.

"Oooo..." she whispered, "that's nice."

Smiling, he started to slide the ice down her chest, over her tummy, and onto her hot, bare crotch. "Is it, Serena?"

"Yes... yes...." She gulped knowing he did not give her leave to speak.

He moved the ice closer to her pussy. "Are you sure?"

"Oh yes," and with that she involuntarily met Mr. Samuels's eyes. Her gaze widened and she looked at the floor once again. She sighed and opened up her legs a bit wider. She moved her feet a little bit, cooing as she felt the cold ice slip deeper.

"You look as though you like this... I'm glad," he said, and pushed what was left of the ice into her pussy. He smiled, loving the feeling on his fingers of the very cold and the very warm. "How would you say you have handled yourself tonight, Serena?" A moan escaped her mouth and she threw back her head as the ice pressed against her clit. He took another cube and ran it back and forth over her slit. "Well?"

"I... I have done my best... I am fumbling with nervousness but... I love submitting to you." She gasped as the ice cube was pushed into her pussy and left there.

"I agree... you have done your best. I like that you take your punishments well. You don't complain. Now... get on your knees. You know what I want you to do." Serena got on her knees and crawled over, a knowing smile on her face. She slowly ran hear hands up, brushing his legs through his suit pants. She then began to undo his belt, and for a moment her hands shook as she remembered the wonderful pleasure/pain it had brought her. Mr. Samuels smiled broadly at her reaction. "You're a keeper, you know that Serena?"

She looked up at him in shock. "A what? I am?" She wanted to ask why, but knew her speaking out was bold enough as it was. She pulled the belt out of his pants, and began to undo the button.

"Stop." She immediately stilled her hands and let them drop to the floor. "What was that look on your face?"

"The look?" She thought for a moment. "It was shock."

"At what?"

"Your words.

"I see," he said, starting to stroke his chin, if only to hide his smile. "how do those words make you feel... beyond the shock?"

"Warm and fuzzy?" She looked up at him and tilted her head with a cute smile playing on her lip.

He simply ran his hand over the top of her head, then stood. "Stay here," he said, and with that he left the room. Serena felt her legs beginning to cramp up as she waited for one minute, then two, and then five. Her knees ached, yet still she did not move. He returned, holding something in his hand that Serena could not see. He sat and smiled at her in silence, knowing that she needed to stretch. "Something on your mind?

Thoughts flashed in her mind: positions, beatings, lovings... "Not a whole lot, Mr. Samuels."

"I would like you to have this." He handed her a small strip of leather with a tiny silver buckle on it... he could see her looking quizzically at it, trying to figure it out. "Can you tell what it is?"

"Is... is that a collar?"

He smiled with pride. "Yes, good girl!" Serena immediately pulled her hair off of her shoulders and held it up, presenting her creamy, smooth neck to him. He lightly ran a finger over her neck, then put the collar on her, fastening it securely. He saw her shiver as it clicked, remaining firm on her neck. "You look wonderful wearing that."

"Thank you..."

"Now come with me." He stood and started to walk away quickly. Serena scrambled up to follow up, but her legs buckled and she fell to the group. His back to her, he stopped, but did not turn around. "Come along, Serena. Your legs will get used to all of this." Serena felt her legs trembling, and she saw he would not turn around to check on her. She bit her lip and tried again to rise, only to fall on the floor again as a cramp seized her left calf muscle. On her third try, her wobbly legs finally gave her the strength to stand.

He lead her to a bedroom, and saw on her face anticipation that rose then fell as she realized it must be a spare bedroom and not his own.

"Serena, get up on the bed. Present your ass and pussy to me."

She wished that they were in his bedroom... but did as he asked. Waiting for her to be ready, Mr. Samuels rummaged through a drawer. She heard him put something on top of the dresser.

"Let me tell you something about myself." She heard the sounds of his belt buckle being undone. "I like watching you squirm."

Smack! His belt hit her butt sharply.

"In fact, I love it."

Gritting her teeth through the pain, she said, "I've noticed, Mr. Samuels."

Smack! The belt laced across her tender back.

"Ahh! Mr. Samuels!"

Ignoring her, he continued. "And I know that you like this treatment... you love it. Am I right?"

"Yes... yes, you are."

He stood a bit closer, and smacked her across the back again. "Why do you like this?"

"I don't know..."

Suddenly he dropped the belt and grabbed the back of her hair, pulling firmly. His voice was angry and low. "You do know. Think of the words that describe yourself!" There was nothing but silence. "You don't know?" He pulled her hair hard, bringing her head back. "Are you a slut?"

"...Yours...."

"Are you a whore?"

"...Yours...." He let go of her hair and her head slipped down between her arms.

"Oh no you don't!" He yanked her hair, snapping her head back up, so she was looking up at him. "Are you a slave?"

"Yours..." She gasped as her head was pulled back farther, and tears pricked her eyes.

"Keep looking at me... don't move your head." He let go of her hair, his hand slowly moving down it, down her back, and onto her ass. He roughly pulled at her cheeks, squeezing them hard enough to turn the creamy skin bruised. Reaching over to the dresser, he picked up something. He looked in her eye, and his hand moved... suddenly, something hard was pressing against her asshole. She tried to look back, but remembered a moment too late that she wasn't supposed to move her head. He sneered at her, and pushed the top of the vibrator hard into her ass. "How deep do you think this will go?"

"All the way? Hopefully?"

He kept pushing, and she groaned low as the vibrator filled her ass up. Then, after a moment, she felt his fingers touching the cheeks of her ass. He patted her lightly on the head, and kissed her hair. "You were right, my pet... all the way. I'm impressed." He paused. "But the real question is... how will you react to his?" Twisting his fingers, he turned the vibrator on. For a split second, it was very fast, making her body jump. But he lowered it quickly to a dull, repeating thump thump thump.

Serena smiled to herself, enjoying being called pet, and sighed at the feeling of the humming vibrator. "I like..." she said, her voice dreamy.

He stepped away from her, looking at her from behind. He shook his head in amazement. His job meant girls her age were plentiful, but her ass was particularly gorgeous, with its soft cheeks, sweet, hairless pussy, and an asshole that took the vibrator wonderfully.... and then his eye was caught by her soft hips. He reached out, taking one firmly in his hand, and squeezed. She cried out but did not speak, and he did it again, loving how her sweet body felt in his powerful hand. Serena felt him move away from her, and she wiggled her ass in a slight invitation.

He let go, and sat on the bed, bringing his legs up and over her motionless body. He stared at her, then broke the silence. "Serena?"

"Hmm?" Serena's eyes were closed, and she the opened them. "I mean, yes, Mr. Samuels?"

He said simply, "Use your mouth."

Her eyes opened wide and her smile grew broad. She moved her body carefully and mewed as the vibrator hit a good spot. She unzipped the professor's pants, and pulled out his semi-hard cock, and slipped it into her mouth, sucking him completely in. Then she wrapped one hand around the shaft as his cock began to harden. He groaned softly and put his head back, his eyes closed, his hand running over her head and through her hair. "You are such a good girl."

Serena softly began to hum as she picked up her pace, twisting her hand around his cock shaft and sucking the hard, teasing the little hole with her tongue. She was particularly good at what she was going. He wondered if she was this good out of experience or natural talent. He smiled to himself as he figured it probably was a combination of both in this young college student. She tentatively moved her other hand so she was gently cupping his balls, and began to lightly play with them.

He again groaned in response, squeezing a handful of her hair, moving his hips in an attempt to fill her mouth with more of his cock. He slowly applied pressure to her hair, pulling her face down. She groaned back, trying to take as much of his cock into her mouth. Her eyes watered when he hit the back of her throat. She tried to pull away, but he quickly removed his hand from her hair and smacked her shoulder hard. He put his hand back on her head and started to fuck her face as she played with his balls.

He put his second hand on her cheek, and then he was totally in control of her mouth and head. He fucked her mouth faster, knowing he was hitting the back of her throat, too aroused to care. All that concerned him is that she was--barely--able to prevent herself from gagging, and it was good enough for him. With the vibrator in her ass still quietly humming away, his hand made fists, twisting and pulling her hair as he kept her head in place. Her lips were tight against his cock, her mouth was warm and wet, and her throat rubbed up against the head of his head wonderfully:

He was getting closer now, and he pushed his fists against her cheeks. Had she been able to move her head, she would have tried to lower it, as the pull on her hair was hurting her. But could not, and resigned herself to the bumping her jaw and face got each time he thrust his dick in her mouth again. The pressure on her cheeks made the inside of her mouth even tighter, and Mr. Samuels again groaned in pleasure.

Had Serena been a normal girl, a girl his own age, he would have told her he was close to cumming. But he knew she was a slut, a whore, a slave--and all his. All he did was to relax one hand slightly, bringing it and her hair near her chin. Serena looked up at him, and he then his back arched and he pushed her head back a bit, so that his cock was out of her lovely mouth. Taking his free hand, still with her hair intermingled, he wrapped his fingers beneath the head of his cock, and groaned loudly with the pleasure of orgasm. For a moment, Serena was confused, then she felt warm wetness hit her temple, her cheek, and her chin. He was cumming on her face. Her eyes closed as she felt the hot, gooey splash hit her face over and over again. She felt on hit her cheek and on her chin. One landed on her lips and her tongue snaked out to taste the salty cum.

He moved his hand up and down, and before too long the last drops were oozing out onto her lovely blonde hair. Her face was a mess with his cum dripping onto the bed. He was still for a moment, then he opened his eyes, gazing lovingly at his special whore. He let go of his cock and her hair. He looked deeply into his eyes, unable to express the emotions coursing through him. Instead, he affectionately and softly took her hair and started to use it to wipe her face.

Softly, he spoke. "Thank you for that, Pet."