Disciplinarian Pt 04

This is a work of pure fantasy. If you do not enjoy stories of non-consent / reluctance, please do not read.

All characters are 18 years old or older.

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About 4pm, there was a knock at my office door. This time, it wasn't a teacher escorting a girl, but instead Miss Lawson.

"Do you have plans this evening?" Miss Lawson asked. She couldn't be about to ask me out, could she?

"Um, no," I replied.

"Good. My husband and I would like to invite you over for dinner," she replied.

"Oh, sure, thank you." I said.

"See you at 7?" she asked.

"Sounds good,"

"I'll text you the address," she said, and left my office.

I couldn't believe she'd just invited me to dinner with her and her husband, when just that morning I'd watched her being eaten out by one of her students in her office.

I pulled up at her house around 7 and knocked on her door. The door opened, and it was her husband. He welcomed me in and we introduced ourselves; his name was Max, probably mid-40s. He showed me to the living room and went to the kitchen and brought back a glass of wine.

We made small talk for a few minutes, and I found it hard not to picture the scene from that morning; his wife, on her desk, legs spread wide, and Peyton munching on her juicy pussy lips and clit, making her cum. Then Miss Lawson entered. There was no cleavage on display this time, but her tight top made her ample breasts as appealing as ever. Despite the incredible experiences I'd had in my first couple of days at work, I still envied him for getting to fuck her.

"So glad you could come," Miss Lawson.

"My pleasure," I replied.

"Dinner's ready," she said, and we sat at the dining table.

We ate, drank, and chatted. After dessert, conversation turned to work.

"So, what did your day entail today?" Max asked.

"Oh, er...," I hesitated, trying to think of the mundane tasks in between the encounters with Brenda, Kendall, and Ariana.

"It's OK, you can give him the details," Miss Lawson said, and she then seemed to put her hand on her husband's thigh...and then further. Was her hand on his crotch? Was this why they had invited me over?

"Yes, I'd really love to hear all about it," he said, and now Miss Lawson was clearly undoing his pants. Was she really about to jerk him off at the table? My cock started to get hard immediately.

"Go ahead, tell him about the punishments you gave the girls today," Miss Lawson said.

"Are you...," I started to ask, but I didn't need to finish my question.

"Am I stroking my husband's cock? Yes. Is that OK with you?" Miss Lawson replied.

"Uh, yeah," I said, feeling my cock stiffen. I started to adjust it in my pants when Miss Lawson stopped me.

"Put your hands on the table. I don't want you touching your cock until you get to school tomorrow," she said, and I reluctantly obliged. I realized this was going to be a repeat of this morning, when I was forced to watch Peyton eating her out without being able to touch myself; I took my frustration out on Brenda, a story I now recounted to Max.

"I bent her over the desk, pulled her skirt up and pulled her panties down," I began, shifting uncomfortably in my seat as my ever hardening cock pressed against my pants.

"Then I hope you rammed your cock up inside her," Max replied as Miss Lawson jerked his thick member..

"So deep," I said, my cock getting even harder at the memory of entering Brenda's hot snatch.

"Was she tight?" he asked.

"So fucking tight. I had to shove it up her so hard just to get it inside her. And it was so hot,"

"Mmmmm fuck," Max groaned, closing his eyes, clearly picturing the scene I was describing as his wife stroked his cock.

"I squeezed her tits as I pounded her from behind over my desk," I said, my cock now practically bursting through my pants. I was desperate to stroke it. "And finally...I emptied my balls inside her. It felt amazing,"

"Oh fuck, I bet it did," he replied.

"OK, we'd better slow this down. Don't want you blowing your load so soon," Miss Lawson said, slowing her stroking virtually to a halt. "I'm assuming you had other girls to punish today?"

"Kendall and Ariana," I said. "At the same time,"

"Mmmm, that sounds hot," he said. "What did you do to them?"

"First I made Ariana bend over, and then had Kendall lick her asshole," I said, enjoying the memory of watching Kendall eat her friend's ass in my office. "And then I started eating Kendall's asshole,"

"I bet it tasted good,"

"Amazing. And I was stroking my cock so it wasn't long before I had to cum,"

"Did you shove it inside Kendall?"

"I had no time...I ended up just nutting in their mouths," I said, and I could feel precum dribbling out of the tip of my cock. I wasn't sure I'd be able to keep myself from jerking off.

"Fuck yes," Max replied.

"Then a couple of hours later, I got a knock at my door. It was Ariana again. She'd gotten herself in trouble on purpose so she'd be sent back to my office,"

"What a fucking whore," he said, Miss Lawson now jerking him off faster and faster. "I hope you really gave it to her,"

"I got her on her knees," I said. "And fucked her face,"

"Fuck," he groaned, and I could tell he wasn't far from finishing.

"Then I bent her over the desk," I continued. "And fucked her up the ass,"

"Mmmmm, don't stop," he moaned, and I couldn't tell if he was talking to me or Miss Lawson. Probably both of us as we drove him towards orgasm. "Tell me about that dirty fucking slut's asshole,"

"It was so fucking tight and hot. She'd never been fucked up the ass before,"

"Oh fuck I'm close," he groaned.

"That's it. I want to see all that hot cum," Miss Lawson said as she stroked his throbbing manhood. "Don't stop, Mr. Johnson,"

"And I pulled out, got her on her knees," I continued.

"Fuck yes," he groaned, and I knew he was about to blow.

"And I sprayed my jizz all over her face," I concluded.

"Oh fuck," he groaned, and then, finally, he climaxed. Thick cum spurted out of his cock like lava out of a volcano, some of it landing on his shirt, the rest on Miss Lawson's hand as she continued slowly stroking his thick rod. I couldn't believe how much there was, jet after jet of hot man butter flowing from his cock.

"Mmmm, that's it," Miss Lawson said, his spunk still shooting out of his throbbing member. I was desperate to nut but somehow found the willpower to resist the temptation.

Finally Max's orgasm subsided and his wife milked the last drops of semen from his swollen cock, her hand now coated in his ball juice.

"Did you enjoy watching that?" she asked, wiping her hand on her napkin.

"Uh-huh," I replied. I couldn't believe I had just watched a man be wanked off across the table from me by his wife, my boss.

"I bet you wish you had one of the girls sitting on your cock right now, don't you, waiting for you to blast your load inside her?" she said, now using the napkin to wipe up the remaining spunk from her husband's cock. She was right, I did. I imagined Kendall impaled on my cock, my rock hard pole stretching her wet pussy wide, the temptation to free my cock from its confines and stroke it stronger than ever.

"Leave him alone," Max said. "If you're not going to let the poor guy jerk off after that, don't tease him,"

"Just having some fun. Do you think you can make it through the night without cumming?" Miss Lawson asked.

"If I were him, I'd be jizzing all over the table right now," Max said before I could answer, and the temptation to do that was almost overwhelming.

"Do you need some ice for that?" he asked, smirking.

"I think I'll be OK," I replied, laughing. But maybe I should have taken him up on his offer. My cock was hard, swollen, and throbbing.

"OK, well, I'm going to go get cleaned up," Max said, standing up, his now semi-erect cock hanging out of his pants. "Great to meet you. We should do this again some time,"

"Sure," I replied.

"Bet you can't wait until tomorrow morning," Max said.

"You know it," I replied. He pulled his pants up and left the dining room.

Miss Lawson and I stood up, my throbbing boner clearly visible through my pants, and she walked me to the front door. On the doorstep, she leaned in and whispered in my ear.

"Don't touch your cock tonight. No matter how hard it gets. No matter how tempted you are to take it out and stroke it, or to go to a bar and pick up some filthy slut to take home and bang senseless all night...I want those balls full of cum when you get to work tomorrow. Do you understand?"

"Yes Miss Lawson," I replied, more precum leaking out of my cock. It was clear that while I was in control of the girls at school, she was in control of me.

"So, tomorrow morning...," I continued.

"Tomorrow morning you're going to teach one of those dirty little whores a lesson. OK?"

"Yes Miss Lawson," I replied, and with that, I walked down the path and got in my car.

I was so tempted to unzip my pants and beat off there and then, but I also loved that Miss Lawson had ordered me to wait until the morning. I knew that it would be well worth the wait.

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I struggled to get to sleep. Earlier in the evening, I'd watched my boss wank off her husband at the dinner table in front me as I recounted the punishments I'd dished out to the girls earlier that day, and she had ordered me not to cum until I got to work the following morning. Occasionally my erection would subside but it would inevitably return in full, and I found myself lying awake, my cock throbbing, my balls swollen and full of jizz I desperately wanted to release.

Finally I drifted off to sleep, and when I woke up in the morning, I was relieved and a little surprised I'd gotten any sleep at all. I showered, which itself was a challenge. Just like the day before, the temptation to soap up my cock and stroke it until I sprayed my load over the shower wall was almost too much to bear. But again I managed to find the willpower to resist it, although I was fully erect throughout my shower.

I dressed, ate some breakfast, and got in my car. I couldn't wait to get to work. Would there be any girls there already, or would I have to be patient?

Just as I got in the car, my phone vibrated. I looked and there was a text from Miss Lawson:

"Hope you're hard and ready to go,"

"Getting harder," I replied.

"This should help...a few minutes after you left last night, Max came downstairs from the bathroom. He was rock hard again. He got me on my hands and knees and pounded me from behind in the hallway. Right behind the front door," she wrote. It did the trick. My cock immediately grew harder until it was burning a hole in my pants.

"Mmmmm. So hard now," I replied.

I started to drive to work and again felt my phone vibrate. Stopped at red light, I pulled it out there was another text from Miss Lawson..

"I bet Ariana's in bed right now, fingering herself, imagining your thick cock sliding inside her tight, juicy pussy," it read, and somehow my cock stiffened even more, throbbing inside my pants, uncomfortably so. I couldn't drive to work like this. I undid my belt and unzipped my pants, and gently, slowly, lifted my boxers up and over my cock, finally freeing it. Precum oozed out of the tip, and I could see some on my boxers. I willed myself not to touch it, despite the thoughts in my head of penetrating Ariana's wet fuckhole right there in her bed, and somehow I managed it.

Before I could reply, not that I knew how to reply to a text like that, the light turned green, and I drove on, winding the window down. The cool breeze felt so good on my erect cock, free as it was from the confines of my pants.

Then I remembered I was driving through a part of town I'd sometimes seen hookers on the sidewalk, and I really hoped I wouldn't be faced with that temptation too. Surely I couldn't keep on resisting like this. Surely at some point I would give in. But faced with temptation I was.

I stopped at a red light, with no cars around or near me, and I saw her. A black girl, maybe early 20s, about 5'4", wearing next to nothing. Her tits hanging out of her top, and most of her ample round ass cheeks visibly beneath her shorts that were barely there. I couldn't help but look, and although I tried to avoid eye contact, she saw me.

"Hey sweetie, you looking for some action?" she asked, now approaching the car. I didn't respond and just willed the light to turn green.

"I saw you looking at me. That's OK," she said, now approaching the car. I'd forgotten my cock was out, something which wasn't lost on her.

"Oh wow...look at that thing. You need me to take care of that for you? 50 bucks and I'll suck you dry in no time," she said, and I looked down to see precum coating the tip of my cock. I looked up at her, her mouth, her full, glossy, blowjob lips, and was so tempted.

I don't know what I would have done if the light hadn't turned green at that second. Maybe I would have had her get in the car, put my hand on her head and guided my swollen manhood into her mouth, having her suck me until I spooged right down her throat. But the light did turn green, so I drove off without reply, leaving her on the sidewalk.

I drove to work, thinking of the hooker who had just offered to suck me off, of Ariana as Miss Lawson had described her, fingering herself, of Miss Lawson herself being pounded doggystyle by her husband, and of the thick strands of cum I saw shooting out of his cock as she jerked him off the night before.

Pulling into the parking lot, I looked around to see if there were any girls around I could find a reason to punish for the most minor indiscretion, but I didn't see anyone. I parked and put my cock back in my boxers, zipped up my pants and buckled my belt. I got out out of the car and walked with my briefcase in front of me, attempting to hide the massive bulge in my pants,

Just then, I saw someone behind the bushes near the front wall of the parking lot. I got a closer look, and it was a blonde girl, about 5'3" or so. Beautiful face, brown eyes, tanned legs, perky tits, and...she was smoking. Perfect! I had something to punish her for.

"What do you think you're doing?" I said, peering round the bushes. She hadn't seen or heard me approach.

"Oh, er, I...," she said, flustered.

"Are you a senior?"

"Uh, yeah," she replied. Excellent.

"What's your name?"

"Livvy Dennison, sir,"

"Livvy, you know you can't smoke on school grounds, right?"

"Yes sir,"

"So why were you smoking? Do you think the rules don't apply to you?"

"No sir,"

"Well you're about to find out what happens when you break the rules around here," I said, and took her by the arm.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked.

"To my office," I replied. "I'm going to teach you a lesson,"

By now my cock was throbbing so hard it almost hurt. We reached my office and with my right hand on her left arm, I fumbled for my keys with my left hand and opened the door, pushing her inside and closing the door behind us.

As I walked towards her, I started unbuckling my belt and unzipping my pants. Livvy stared at me. I reached her and placed my hand on her shoulder, pushing her down.

"Get on your knees," I ordered her.

"What are you doing?" she asked, wide-eyed.

"I'm going to give you something else to put in your mouth," I said, pushing my pants down and taking my cock out.

"Oh my God," she said, staring at my thick, hard rod. She was now on her knees in front of me.

"Open your mouth," I said, taking a hold of Livvy's hair with my left hand, and pointing my cock towards her face with my right hand.

Livvy looked up at me with her big brown eyes, silently pleading with me not to, but as if realizing she had no choice, she did as I asked and opened her mouth wide. And then, finally, the moment I'd been waiting for for seemingly so long, my cock receiving the attention it needed, this time in the warm, wet mouth of Livvy Dennison. I guided my cock between her lips and onto her tongue, sliding the entire length of my member into her mouth.

"Mmmm," I groaned as my throbbing member was bathed in her saliva, my whole body tingling. This had been so worth the wait. At times I was so close to giving into temptation, but now I was so glad I didn't.

Livvy gagged as my cock reached the back of her throat, so I pulled it out, thick strands of saliva linking my cock and her lips. Livvy took a deep breath.

"You ready for more?" I asked.

"Please...," she pleaded, putting her hands on my thighs for balance.

But I didn't listen. Instead, I shoved my cock back in her mouth and held her head with both hands, and began fucking her face. All that tension that had built up since the previous evening, being ordered not to pleasure myself, was finally soon to be released. And I was taking that tension out on Livvy's helpless mouth, pummeling it, my cock sliding along her tongue and hitting the back of her throating, causing her to gag over and over. My swollen, cum-filled, balls slapped against her chin as I relentlessly throatfucked her.

After a while I pulled out, and Livvy gasped for air as drool streamed out of her mouth and down her chin.

"Are you going to smoke at school again?" I asked, my saliva-coated manhood inches from her face.

"No sir, I promise," she replied, breathing heavily.

"What's going to happen if you do? What am I going to do?" I asked, but Livvy didn't respond.

"Answer me, what am I going to do to you if I catch you smoking again?" I urged.

"You're going to...stick your cock in my mouth?" she said.

"That's right, I'm going to shove my cock as far down your throat as I can. Do you understand?" I said, lightly smacking Livvy in the face with my fat, swollen cock.

"Uh-huh," she replied.

"Well I'd better make sure you fully grasp it," I said, and picked her up off her knees and led her to the sofa.

"Sir, I get it, I won't smoke again, I promise," she said as I pushed her down.

"I'm not done punishing you," I said, grabbing her by the shirt and turning her around so she was lying on her back with her head just off the edge of the sofa.

"Please sir," she pleaded, putting her hands on my thighs.

"Open your mouth," I said, but Livvy didn't obey.

"The more you resist, the harder this is going to be. So open your fucking mouth," I said, the head of my cock now pressed against Livvy's lips.

Finally, she relented, opening her mouth just wide enough to allow me to glide my cock between her lips and along her warm, wet soft tongue. Her mouth clamped shut around my throbbing member, making the perfect tight hole for me to fuck.

"Oh Livvy...your mouth feels so good," I said, and it really did. My cock was even more sensitive than usual, having been so hard for so long, and feeling Livvy's mouth around it felt incredible. Again I pushed it to the back of her throat, making her gag and cough. She was completely helpless, on her back on the sofa, her mouth stuffed full of cock.

I started to thrust into her, my cock reaching the back of her throat over and over again, my balls slapping her in the face. But I wasn't done yet. I reached out and pulled her skirt up and lifted up her white panties. There was a tiny strip of blondish hair above her bare, pink pussy lips, and I reached in with my hand and started fingering her. I spread her pussy lips and pushed two fingers inside her tight, moist twat, all the way still balls deep in her mouth.

"Mmmm, you're so tight, Livvy," I said, simultaneously fingerbanging and mouthfucking her. "I bet you like that don't you,"

And then, all of a sudden, I heard a voice. There was someone in the room, watching, to whom I'd been completely oblivious amidst the merciless pounding I'd been giving Livvy's mouth.

"I see you started early, Mr. Johnson. I'm very impressed, and not at all surprised," she said. It was Miss Lawson. I wondered how long she'd been watching, and paused, sliding my cock partly out of Livvy's mouth, an immense amount of saliva escaping from it and onto the floor.