Chapter 2
Tuesday, 4:35PM
My words hung heavy in the air. I leaned against the edge of my desk. My fingers fidgeted with one another in my lap, and I felt the tension in my stomach twisting like a loaded spring.
Why does it matter? This is what I've wanted to happen for over a year, and even if it did matter, how would she know?
My light pink v cut sweater exposed a good portion of my cleavage that my arms only mashed together more so. But Justin didn't concern himself with my ample breasts. No. His eyes traversed my legs like a raft went down white water. His gaze washed over the dark mesh of my fishnets that covered my calves and thick thighs. They paused at where my soft creamy skin disappeared under the dark shadow of my short, red, knife pleated skirt.
It's your job, it's your life! He's your student! He could say something, she could say something!
I stood fully clothed in my own office but felt exposed as he stared between my thighs like I was naked. At that moment, I realized that I was dressed like a high school slut. Like a cheerleader begging to be fucked. Just as I would be dressed 30 years prior when I was a high school and college cheerleader. Even then, I had always had fantasies of a strong man throwing my tiny figure about before choking me with his hard dick. Other cheerleaders would giggle at my fantasies at slumber parties, calling me, Slutty Sarah. So my urges were slowly repressed over the years. And as I entered my thirties, then forties and tried to rekindle those excitements, every man I happened to was too weak or too timid. They drew their lines in the sand well before my needs which left my cravings unfelt. Over the years, my cravings intensified, though, my attempts to satisfy them became- white wash... background noise...
Curbing my thirst for punishment, degradation, and control, I turned to the internet, allowing my eyes to pour over hours of hardcore pornography, and spent countless hours trapped in the imaginary fantasies of erotic literature. Role playing for years, I edged myself to gushing orgasms with various men and women in chat rooms and over the phone. I accepted defeat as I approached my fifties, having only a glimmer of hope that I held on to every time I fingered myself. The hope that I would one day be locked in the room with a wild animal of a man standing in front of me, eyeing me just as my college student Justin was now. But now I stood in silence, fighting a tremble that shook at my knees. I felt the fear of the unknown grasping its way up my throat as Justin began walking for me.
Monday, 4:52AM
... 36 hours prior...
"Aaaahhh- MMmmmmm!" I groaned as I slobbered around the thick black dildo crammed in my mouth. My left hand fed the dildo into my loud slut mouth as my right pumped a cream colored 8-inch dildo into my slick pussy. The cream-colored dildo had a pair of balls at the base of it which gave me better leverage to hold on to and fuck myself with. I sat on the floor, my knees spread, and my sweaty body was shaking in the dark room. The blue and white light that flashed from my computer screen bathed my naked curves and thick, bouncy tits as I trembled. "Mmm- ck- ack- Mmmm," I gagged on my black dildo. I felt my throat seize and saliva poured down my chin as trickles of sweat formed around my brow, neck, and breasts.
I heard the
thuds
of my 8-incher pounding into my gaping hole. Fucking my juicy pussy into submission. My body was completely naked with the exception of my favorite black laced fishnets that stopped just short on my upper thigh, and a pair of red, 6-inch heels. My feet angled in such a way that every time my hips raised and lowered in motion with my dildo's penetration, the spikes of my heels dug into my rounded ass cheeks. I pulled the dildo from my mouth and felt a string of spit fall with it to the ground. I bit my lip as I typed quickly on my laptop.
Mmmm yess, sir, fuck your slut
! I thought
.
I typed to Justin how I just gagged myself as he asked and told him how drenched my dildo was from my slutty twat. He corrected me and said that it was not 'my' slutty twat but 'his' slutty twat for him to do whatever he wished.
I bit my lower lip and stuffed my dildo deep into my pussy so that I could feel the immense pressure as my lips squeezed on its shaft.
'I'm sorry, sir,' I replied. Justin told me to pull on my chain and gave me further instructions. 'Yes, sir.'
As my left gripped the small linked chain that laid between my thighs, my eyes flickered from the right side of my screen that had Justin's chat window open, to the left side that had a threesome sex scene on replay. It showed a young, skinny brunette bent over and getting fucked from behind by a fat cock, while her lips are stretched to the limit by another long cock skull fucking her from the front.
Mmmmm god, I want that. Use me like the whore I am!
My right dropped the dildo from my pussy as I pulled the chain with my left. I felt the cool, rough, ribbed metal go taut between my pussy lips. The metal pressed against my pale soft skin between my ass cheeks, on my back, and finally I felt it tighten on my black dog collar fastened around my neck. I pulled on the chain and my pussy quivered as it grinded back and forth on my swollen clit. I had been playing for 5 hours straight now, and Justin was yet to allow me to cum.
"Ooohh goddd..." My body shook in protest as the pressure built. "Let me cum." I whined to no one. "Let me cum. Let-" My breath went short as my dog collar restrained my throat. I pursed my lips as the cool metal still grinded roughly on my sensitive clit. My eyes read Justin's next punishment, and I grasped a medium chip bag clip on the coffee table beside my laptop. My right slowly opened the metal clip as it hovered over my bursting heavy tits. I closed it around my left erect nipple and let it hang.
"Mmmmmmm!!!" I screamed in a hushed hum with my eyes closed as I bounced up and down trying to forget the pain. My massive tits bounced, making the clip swing and only caused a sharper pain on my aching pink nipple. I pulled harder on the chain, still able to breathe, but digging the black leather into my skin and the cold metal into my filthy cunt.
I can't- I can't- fuck, I can't hold on much longer. I need- oohhhh... I need to fucking cum so bad.
My right hand shook as I picked up a second clip and slowly closed it on my right nipple.
"Fuckfckfuck!" I groaned a restrained moan. My fat tits were on fire. My raw pink pussy was on fire. I opened my eyes biting my lower lip and typed with my right hand slowly. 'Done, sirr.'
'Good girl,' Justin typed. 'Maybe my whore will get to cum, yet.
'Yes, sir, yes,' I replied. 'Your whore needs to cum soo badly pleaseplease.'
'Mmm... With the chain between
MY
whore's pussy lips, I want you to clench your thighs together. Tight,' he typed.
I did so, and as I adjusted, felt my tits sway and my nipples burn with every movement.
'Grasp the chain behind your neck with your right,' he demanded and I followed. My drenched pussy lips poured on the thin chain link as they swallowed it
'Now
