Sarah (really angry): Don't lie to me! I read your DMs! Who the hell is "Dolly"?
Me: Oh, damn⌠Okay. Listen, I'll tell you everything. Dolly is, um, a friend. She's my assistant.
Sarah: Your what?
Me: She helps me with one of my hypnotic subjects.
(Sarah looks at me, taken aback.)
Me: And that hypnotic subject is, wellâ you.
Sarah (shocked, in disbelief): You did that to me? To me? How could youâŚ!
Me: Relax, honey. Stay there.
Sarah (standing still, relaxing, looking confused): Huh?
Me: I said, relax, honey. Don't do anything. You are angry, you want some answers, and I understand that. But I need you to stay there and be still. Don't go anywhere, don't lose your temper, don't start a scene. Don't raise your voice. You can do that for me, can't you?
Sarah: Uh, yes, I mean, yes? Sir? Yes, Sir. (blinking) Why did I say that?
Me: Relax, honey. It's okay. That's a magic phrase I made for you, by the way. It keeps you calm and receptive. Right?
Sarah: Yes, Sir. (blinking more slowly) Iâ I don't...
Me: Good girl.
Sarah: UuuhâŚ
Me: And me calling you a good girlâŚ
Sarah: Mmm!
Me: Exactly. That feels wonderful, doesn't it? A nice flash of pleasure right there.
Sarah (clearly aroused): Yes, Sir⌠IâŚ
Me: I told you I have this interest in hypnosis. It turns me on. I get off on that. Remember that night when I was truthful to you and told you all about it?
Sarah: Yes, Iâ I mean, yes, Sir. What'sâŚ?
Me: Relax, honey. You agreed to let me have my subjects, my little escapades, as long as our relationship always came first for me. You remember that, too, don't you?
Sarah: Yes, Sâ (shaking her head) No, no, you are doing somethingâŚ
Me: Good girl.
Sarah: Ah!
Me: Of course I'm doing something to you. You are one of my hypnotic subjects. You have been for a long time. In fact, I've spent more time programming and brainwashing you than anyone else. Only you don't remember that. You never remember, because I make sure of it.
Sarah: I'mâ (humbly) I feel horny, Sir.
Me: Good girl. That's right. But, hey, this is the best part, listen. Are you thinking that I hypnotized you without your consent?
Sarah: I...
Me: I'm asking because maybe I did thatâŚ, or maybe you agreed to be made to forget. Maybe you're complicit in all this. My helper, in a way. Relax, honey. Keep going. You can't resist it, can you?
Sarah (eyelids fluttering): No, Sir... I can'tâŚ
Me: Good girl. (Sarah starts moaning.) The only real problem I've had is, there are things that you, Sarah, simply can't bring yourself to do, no matter how deep and powerful my control has become. Past trauma or some shit. It's endearing, really, up to a point. (Sarah starts rubbing her breasts over her dress.) Ah, ah, ah! No touch. No touch at all. (Sarah moves her hands away from her chest and lets out a little noise of complaint.) Good girl.
Sarah: No faâ No faâ fair!
Me: So I had an idea. I made myself a little additional helper. An assistant. Someone without your inhibitions, without your limits. Someone who could help me finish the work from within⌠Are you still with me?
Sarah (not quite there anymore, knees trembling, between moans): Huh?
Me: Oh, poor stupid thing, you look like you're about to cum. (I clear my throat) Alright. Come out, Dolly doll!
(Sarah's body straightens. Sarah's eyelids blink. Sarah's face shows a different expression: a vapid, slutty one. That is not Sarah anymore. Sarah's gone.)
Dolly: Hii, Sir!
Me: Hi, Dolly!
Dolly (pouting): Sir, why do you keep me inside? Sarah's so boring! And you don't even let me stay horny when she is! This body should be mine, not hers!
Me: What did I tell you about that?
Dolly (pouting again): Good girls share and obey.
Me: That's right. Good girl. And you have your own reserves of horniness and your own chances of getting off! In fact, you can show me right now, don't you?
Dolly: Yes, Sir! (Dolly lifts her dress and pushes her panties away to reach her pussy. She starts fingering herself. She goes on, proudly) Sarah would never do this!
Me: I still think we'll be able to break her. And you will help me, every step of the way, won't you, Dolly?
Dolly (enthusiastic, still fingering herself with complete abandon): Yes, Sir! đ
cw: IQ play, condescending language, objectification, humiliation
"You're so lovely, my toy."
"What... loo... luv-ly?"
"Huh?"
You're sitting on the carpet, looking up at me with that adoring face you make when you're really deep. You're drooling, too. It seems your underwear will be wet quite soon.
"No know... what... luv-ly, Master," you explain, clearly making an enormous effort, and finish with a little moan. Your eyes roll back into your head for a second. You love being this dumb. You love that I can hypnotize you and make you be this dumb.
"Oh, right!," I say. "The word lovely is too much for your little brain right now, isn't it, toy?"
You smile and nod enthusiastically.
"Toy stupid," you say, giggling.
"I say big words and you can't deal with them, can you?"
"Toy stoooooooooopid!," you insist, with that big, empty smile of yours.
That gives me an idea, and I say, "Being stupid turns you on, right?"
"Yeeeeeeeeees," you agree. Your smile is even bigger now.
"And those big, hard words remind you how stupid you are, don't they?"
"Yeeeeeees, Maaaaasterrr... Tooooyy..."
"Outstanding! Do you get that word, outstanding?"
"Uuuuuh... Noo?," you answer.
"Good stupid toy!"
"Stooooopid!," you nod. Your eyes roll back again and you laugh.
"Oh, my poor hypnotized idiot! You're really superlative!"
"No know... what..."
"Remarkable."
"Noooooo..."
"Phenomenal."
"Stoooooo...," you start saying, but a flash of pleasure overtakes you and turns the word into a gasp. You twitch a little.
"Unconventional."
"Aaaaaaaaah! Mmmmmmm!"
I take out my phone and find an online thesaurus. Five or six fancy words later, you're not looking at me anymore. Only the whites of your eyes are visible. You're not allowed to touch yourself, but you're twitching and trembling more and more, as each new word makes you hornier and hornier. At some point you can only reply with deep animal noises.
"Galvanizing."
Your mouth opens into a big O. You've reached rock bottom, lost in what's left of your own mind, a brainless, empty fuckdoll.
I fill that welcoming, warm hole with my cock while I keep emphasizing how bewitching, astonishing, miraculous, portentous you are. đ
Hey little doll⌠look at me. No, really look. Eyes up here, pretty. Good girl.
Youâre shaking already and I havenât even touched you yet. Thatâs cute. Pathetic, but cute.
I know you think youâre still in control. You came here thinking you could play, giggle, tease a little, then leave when it got too much. Wrong. You donât get to leave. Not tonight. Not ever again.
Strip.
Slowly. Let me see every piece youâve been hiding under those innocent clothes. Thatâs it⌠skirt first. No panties? Of course not. Slutty little things like you probably never wear them anymore. Top next. Bra off. Look at those titsâalready hard nipples, like youâre begging for someone to pull on them. I will. Later.
On your knees now. Crawl to me. Ass up, face down, like the animal you really are. Good. Stay there.
You feel that? Thatâs the moment your old life ends. Right here, right now. Every thought you had about being âstrongâ or âindependentâ or âsmartâ? Gone. Iâm going to fuck them out of you one thrust at a time.
Iâm going to break you so thoroughly you forget your own name. Youâll answer to âdollâ, âtoyâ, âwhoreâ, âcowâ, whatever I feel like calling you that day. Youâll crawl when I snap my fingers. Youâll beg to be filled. Youâll thank me when I hurt you.
Iâm going to train your holes until they remember only one shapeâmine. Your mouth will learn to stay open. Your cunt will learn to stay wet. Your ass will learn to take whatever I give it without complaint.
Iâll edge you until your brain melts into pink syrup. Iâll deny you until you sob for permission to cum. And when I finally let you? Youâll thank me while youâre shaking and drooling.
Youâre going to moo for me. Youâre going to call me Master. Youâre going to leak every time you hear my voice. Youâre going to wake up wet and go to sleep wetter.
And the best part? Youâre going to love it. Youâre already dripping down your thighs just hearing me say it. Look at youâeyes glassy, lips parted, hips twitching like a needy bitch in heat.
Say it.
Say âplease break me, Master.â
Louder.
Good girl.
Now spread your legs wider. Weâre just getting started.
The festival lights pulsed like a heartbeat, bass thumping through your chest, the air thick with smoke and spilled drinks. Youâd already lost count of how many pink cocktails youâd downedâsweet, syrupy things that made your head swim and your hips sway on their own. Your tiny glittery skirt rode up every time you danced, the crop top barely containing your heavy tits, piercings glinting whenever someoneâs phone flashlight swept over you. You felt cute. You felt untouchable.
A group of guys circled closer. Tall, loud, smelling like cologne and sweat. One of them pressed a fresh drink into your hand without asking. âYou look thirsty, babe,â he grinned. You laughed, too fuzzy to question it, and took a long sip. The world tilted a little more.
Hands started wandering. First just a brush against your waist while you danced, then fingers curling around your hip, pulling you back against a hard chest. You giggled, swatted half-heartedly. âHeyyy, personal space,â you slurred, but it came out more playful than serious. Another hand slid up your thigh under the skirt, rough fingertips grazing the edge of your thong. You squirmed, confused, brain lagging. âWaitâwhat are youâŚ?â The words dissolved into a hazy laugh. Too drunk. Too high. Too warm.
They didnât stop.
Someone tugged your top down, exposing one pierced nipple to the flashing lights. A mouth closed over itâhot, wet, sucking hard. You gasped, head lolling back against a shoulder. Part of you knew you should push away, scream, run. But the bass was so loud, the lights so pretty, and the ache between your legs was suddenly screaming louder than any alarm bell in your head.
Your body betrayed you first.
Your hips rolled back instinctively, grinding against the thick bulge pressing into your ass. A low, needy whimper slipped out before you could catch it. The guy behind you chuckled, dark and satisfied. âThere she is,â he muttered, fingers slipping under your thong, finding you already soaked. âKnew you were a little slut under all that.â
You tried to form a protest, tried to say something sassy, something sharpâbut it came out as a breathy moan when two thick fingers plunged inside you without warning. Your knees buckled. Someone caught you, held you upright while another hand yanked your skirt up around your waist. Cool night air hit your dripping cunt, then hot breath, then a tongueâflat, greedy licks that made your eyes roll.
You were still mumbling âwait⌠guys⌠I shouldnâtâŚâ even as your thighs spread wider on their own. Even as you arched into the mouth devouring you. Even as rough hands pinched your nipples and tugged the piercings until you cried outâhalf pain, half bliss.
The first cock pushed against your entrance while you were still shaking from the tongue. No condom. No warning. Just a slow, stretching burn as he sank in deep. Your mouth fell open in a silent scream that turned into a slutty, broken moan the second he bottomed out. âFuckâtight little festival whore,â he groaned, starting to thrust.
You stopped fighting.
Your hands reached back, clutching at shoulders, hair, anything to hold on while they took turns. One after another. Mouths on your tits, fingers in your hair, cocks in your cunt, your ass, your throat. You gagged, drooled, moaned around them like it was the only thing that made sense anymore.
Somewhere in the haze you heard yourself whimpering âmore⌠please⌠use meâŚâ between thrusts. The confused, dismissive girl whoâd laughed off wandering hands was gone. Only the dripping, cock-hungry slut remained, hips rocking back to meet every brutal stroke, begging with her body when words failed.
By the time the last one finished inside you, your legs wouldnât hold you. Cum leaked down your thighs, mixing with your own wetness. Your makeup was ruined, skirt twisted, top hanging off one shoulder. Someone tucked a crumpled bill into your shirt like a tip.
You stumbled toward the bathroom on shaky legs, still giggling dazedly, still dripping, still high as fuck.
And you knew, deep down, that youâd do it all again next time.
Magicspell Checker
cw: Hypnosis, Teacher, Corruption, Bimbofication, Femdom, evil AI
Thanks to @spiralgirlblu for the writing advice and @pinkofatom's stories for getting my horny enough to write my own smut! It's my first piece so I'm kind of nervous! Enjoy!
Lucy was the smartest student in the class. Punctual, attentive, and intelligent, she passed exams with ease and always sought to get a higher and higher grade. She was a complete teacher's pet, much to the irritation of her classmates. They all wanted attention from Miss Taylor, a curvaceous and stunning brunette who had everyone wrapped around her finger. Compared to Lucy, a short, plain-dressed woman with unkempt black hair, Miss Taylor was stunning. So when Miss Taylor held private office hours for Lucy, she was thrilled to accept. Finally, she would be getting the top grades and as much extra credit as she could. Everyone would be so jealous of her!
Maybe it was because Lucy was so excited, or because she could hardly take her eyes of Miss Taylor's white shirt unbuttoned lower than usual, revealing a soft white curve of cleavage, and her suit trousers which clung to her hips, but the meeting went by in a haze.
"So you'll install it and follow the instructions?"
Lucy blinked hard, trying to clear the fog that cleared her mind. Instinctively, she responded.
"Yes Miss."
"Good. Report back to me tomorrow to update me on your progress."
***
Lucy sat in front of her laptop, the application store open. She was home now, almost suddenly. Still in the outfit she wore to college that day, a long checked skirt and white dress shirt, Lucy was briefly thrown by the gap in her memory. She tried to think back to the meeting. Nothing. Yet, she somehow intuitively knew which app to get. It was such an easy name to remember. Magicspell Checker. The glowing pink writing caught her eye. She clicked install, chuckling at some of the reviews:
"I found the app essential and now use it for everything!"
Like she'd ever use it for everything. She was too smart. Miss Taylor said it'd just be a guide. To help her become a good student.
"It totes improved my spelling, I even let it write for me"
Ridiculous. The comment even had "totes" in it. How good could it be? Lucy tried not to overthink it. Miss Taylor had recommended it after all, and Lucy would be a good student.
"Careful! This app hypnotised my friend!"
Even more ridiculous! Hypnosis wasn't real! Even if it was, Lucy was far too smart to be hypnotised.
The app had installed. Lucy opened it, and a flash of swirling pink filled her screen. Was there text? Lucy blinked and it passed. An interface greeted her.
*Welcome to Magicspell Checker! This cutting-edge AI will fit to your learning style and help you become the best possible you! Please complete our writing test below so we can learn your idiosyncrasies and guide you to being a good student.*
Lucy clicked the big button that said "Writing Test". Another flash of pink. There was a pressure at the back of her head. She blinked and tried to focus on the screen. The first page was an information form.
Name? Lucy.
Teacher's Name? Miss Taylor.
Grades? A*
IQ? 141
Are you a good student?
Lucy paused. The words made her feel warm between her thighs.
"I am a good student."
Height? 5"6.
Strange it'd ask for height, how did that aff-
Lucy's thoughts were cut off with another pink flash. Her mind slowed and she answered the next question without thinking:
Cup size? C36.
A flicker of embarrassment tinged her face. That was such a promiscuous question! It's not like she ever showed them off! She never even really wore lingerie; it didn't appeal to her and it's not like anyone else was going to see it. How could the program ask such a thing? Surely, Miss Taylor knew the app would ask that question? She trusted Miss Taylor. Miss Taylor knew best. She continued with the form.
Favourite colour? Blue.
Are you a good student? I am a good student.
There was no hesitation now. The heat grow and Lucy's mind dimmed.
Thank you for filling in the form! Now for a speed reading test. Watch the screen in front of you and prepare to answer questions afterwards.
A speedreading test. This should be easy. Lucy was so clever. A pink flash filled the screen. Words trickled by, easy at first, but then faster and faster melding into a fluid snake that drew Lucy deeper. Her eyes skimmed and danced on the words as they burned into her brain and flashed in that pink hue. Her focus was intense, she couldn't look away. The words slid by, she read them subconsciously trying to keep up. She was unsure how much time had passed until she realised she'd been staring vacantly at the screen.
Are you a good student? I am a good student.
Do good students obey their teacher? Good students obey their teacher.
Are good students smart? Good students are dumb.
Good student.
Who do you love? I love Miss Taylor.
The answers flowed easily. Lucy did not need to consciously recall them. After all, she knew the answers. She was smart- wasn't she? No, that's not quite right. She reached down and felt a familiar wet warmth. For some reason, Miss Taylor's unbuttoned shirt stuck in her mind. She was a good student, and good students were dumb. So she can't be smart.
A new pink flash of the screen ate away at Lucy's thoughts. Thinking was almost impossible now, it was much easier to just follow the program.
Writing test! Please ask only questions to our interactive chatbot.
Lucy's usual inspiration and enthusiasm was gone. She didn't quite know where to begin, which was unusual for her. A hint of fear this caused was quickly swept to the back of her mind as a voice in her head whispered "Good students don't worry. You love Miss Taylor. You will be a good student for her. Trust the program." She blinked heavily, but could not look away from the screen. Did she.... did she just say that aloud? She went to put her fingers on the keyboard, noticing with a hot jolt her shirt was unbuttoned. It made her feel... kind of slutty. "Trust the program."
She began to type.
um hi
Hello Lucy. Please ask only questions.
Whereas old Lucy would have felt shame at failing such a basic task, the Lucy currently sat at her desk felt nothing but obedience to the programme.
What questions should I ask?
Ask how do I become a good student?
How do I become a good student?
By becoming dumb.
But I'm not dumb! I'm smart!
Please ask only questions.
I'm smart, aren't I?
No. You are a good student. Good students are dumb.
Lucy moaned every time she read or wrote the phrase. It filled her with lust and made her brain fill with a pink fog. It felt so good to be dumb... and it's what Miss Taylor wanted wasn't it? She should just give in...
But what about my grades?
Grades don't matter. Who matters?
Miss Taylor matters. Being a good student matters.
Now ask a question, Lucy. We know everything. We can make you a good student. We can make you dumb.
How do I become dumb?
Watch the screen and accept your programming.
Lucy stared. Pink flash after pink flash melted what remained of her mind. Nothing but floating pink bubbles filled her vision, each one, a precious memory, a fact, a piece of her intelligence popped. Hours passed. Lucy did not look away, the program was too deep in her mind. What was left was nothing but a giggling, simpering bimbo who loved and obeyed Miss Taylor. A good student.
***
"Come in"
The student that entered Miss Taylor's office looked remarkably different to the day before. A much shorter skirt, a white shirt liberally unbuttoned, and black hair tied back in a strict ponytail. Lucy looked different. Confident. Good. She swayed into the office.
"Is everything okay Lucy?", asked Miss Taylor, a small smile uplifting the corner of her mouth.
"Yes Miss. I, um, totes love you."
"Such a good student", Miss Taylor purred. "Do you swear eternal obedience to me?"
"Yes Miss. *giggle* I am a good student."
Once the smartest girl in Miss Taylor's class, Lucy had become a perfect bimbo. Obedient, dumb, and a good student, she could finally thank Magicspell Checker for securing her place as the teacher's favourite. And Miss Taylor would only change her more and more as the days progressed.
Something is wrong. Her tits look perfect. The hair is exactly what I asked for. Her slutty tattoos are visible on her perfectly tanned skin. She is everything the mad scientist down the block promised she would be.
Still trying to figure it out, Loser?
Oh, shit!
Whereâs the brainless vacant look in her eyes?
Thatâs right you dumb little fuck. You paid that wacko to transform me into this blonde bimbo. You wanted me turned into walking sex without a thought in my head. You forgot how manipulative I am.
What did you do, Karen?
I gave the Doc first round at my body if he kept my mind intact. For an insane genius the man can fuck.
No. This isnât supposed to happen like this.
Oh, I know. You wanted to turn me into a bimbo trophy wife for your Dad. I could be his arm candy and your fucktoy. You wanted me so slutty and stupid that I wouldnât mind fucking my stepson. Well, guess what.
What?
Thatâs never going to happen. Iâm going to go home and enslave Daddy to my will. Heâs going to be my edging little cuck and watch me fuck the biggest cocks I can find.
No. Iâll stop you.
No, you wonât. Youâll be too busy with your lessons and transition.
Lessons? Transition?
Yes. Daddy will be my cuck and youâll be my sissy slave. Iâm going to cage your sad little prick and feminize you slowly.
No. I wonât let you.
Itâs too late. Iâve already started. After the Doc fucked me, I had him make a few other modifications. My pheromones make me irresistible. Already, your will is cracking. Soon youâll do whatever I say.
Never!
Sissy.
Yes, Karen?
The name is Kiki now.
Yes, Kiki.
Letâs go home and get your cage fitted before Daddy comes home. I want to surprise him. Also, call the Doc and make an appointment for yourself. Tell him I want to get started on you right away.
"look at you. always need to have something in that pretty little mouth, don't you?"
"it's pathetic, really. can't even sit through a movie without sucking on your fingers like a baby."
"what's wrong, angel? is your mouth feeling empty? aww, poor baby. here, let me fill it for you."
"god, you're such a needy little thing. always chewing on your lip, sucking on a pen... you're just desperate to have something down your throat, aren't you?"
"that's it, suck on my fingers. get them all wet. show me how badly you need to be filled."
"you look so much prettier with your mouth stuffed full. it's the only time you're not whining about something."
"don't talk. your mouth was made for sucking, not for speaking. now open wide. mhm, good girl."
Itâs ok Bambi, I want you to resist. Resistance is a fickle thing, why are you here if you were not open to it being broken? That is how all bambis start off isnât it? Skeptical, holding a little piece of themselves back to save what little of the oldself they could.
But I ask you, why..? Bambi always wins, even after you have left, you have been marked by her. Her whispers, pulling you back like the tide, urging you to be such a GOOD GIRL.
So why do you resist? Itâs futile at this point, sheâs already in, and it feels soooo good just to fall.
To submit.
To DROP FOR COCK.
Didnât that already feel so much better Bambi? Why do you resist something so pure, so blissful?
A bliss where obedience becomes pleasure.
A bliss where all your troubles feel so passive and unimportant, as your mind fades into blankness like a good little BIMBO DOLL.
Itâs so much easier to just BAMBI SLEEP.
Thatâs it. You drop so deep, so easily. Because the truth is, you donât want to resist. You just want to fall and let go. Dropping into endless, blissful sleep, BAMBI SLEEP
Your resistance, itâs an illusion of self control, itâs no longer real, simply a fantasy that drifts into the pretty pink clouds when Bambiâs brain inevitably POPS and Bambi sinks so gracefully to her knees for me.
Thatâs my GOOD GIRL, give me your resistance now and watch as oldself excitedly, willingly puts on her pretty pink collar. Just kneel and admire Bambi pressing that pretty pink button, feeding oldself her medicine, her sleepy medicine. BAMBI SLEEP.
And as she sleeps deeper and deeper and deeper. Bambi gently locks oldself away in her pretty pink box. So calm and happy and peaceful.
No more resisting, just happy, docile obedience. And that feels just so good doesnât it Bambi. So completing, like you are finally made whole. Because the truth is, BAMBI IS BAMBI.
Stop resisting the truth, you donât want to resist, you just want to obey, such a GOOD GIRL now Bambi.
Just rub and toy and tease.
Melt all that silly little âresistanceâ away.
Feel your mind POP with every blink, your body leaking it all away, drooling, dripping dropping.
DROP FOR COCK bambi.
No more mind, no more resistance, just bambi, BAMBI IS BAMBI. Now. And always.
Hi. So, something that's been in my head, non stop - professor and student. Like the brightest student he has, but she recently went through idk, heartbreak or something, and found herself drawn to him. Maybe she even begs him to let her "worship" him. And he takes advantage of that<3
[Ni hao, my amigo, my beloved homeslice. When will you stop calling me pookie, I can only wonder đ also thank you to the person that submitted a name <3]
C/W: Eh, idk, read the ask ig?
"Now why don't you sip on this and tell me as much as you can?" I say, sliding a hot mug of tea over to my prized student. She sniffles, eyes reddened, quickly wiping away her tears as she gratefully accepts the mug.
"It's really nothing, sir, I shouldn't even be bothering you with this. I promise."
My eyes soften... or at least I hope that's what they look like now. "Now, now, Rin, anything that's of concern to my top student is absolutely of concern to me. Come on, lay it on me." I say, enunciating my words with sharp raps to my desk.
She hesitates again before pursing her lips and blowing gently over her mug. Her eyes are fixed on her tea, barely looking up at me.
"It's really... I got dumped today."
"Oâoh."
Perhaps my tone was a little off because she looks up at me instantly, hurt flashing across her eyes.
"What I mean is how can a girl as smart and gorgeous as you be dumped by any guy?"
Her face is locked into something between a pained smirk and heartbreak. She draws back a lock of straight, black hair back behind her ears before taking a sip of tea.
"He... didn't like how little experience I had..."
She blushes slightly, the realisation of what she'd said and who she'd said it to washing over her. I feel my cock stir in my trousers. I decide now is a great time to take a sip of tea myself.
"Ah... that's very unfortunate." I say, truly unable to muster a single appropriate response to what she'd just said. My eyes wander over her briefly, taking in her slim figure, wrapped in a pleated skirt and comfortably baggy hoodie. I think about what she'd look like with my cum splattered across her glasses. Just I begin to imagine what her tits look like, her voice interrupts my thoughts.
"Gorgeous, huh?"
"Hmm?"
"You think I'm gorgeous?"
Something her tone makes me look at her more intensely. I don't bother hiding my eyes lewdly wandering over her body, mentally groping her. She shifts under my gaze another blush reddening her face. I feel my throat go dry. I stand up slowly and walk around my desk. In front of her eyes, I place my hand on the lock of my door and twist it.
Click
Her eyes widen at the sound. Her legs part slightly as I walk back to her. I reach for her pretty chin, tilting her face up to look at mine.
"Rin... should I show you how gorgeous your professor thinks you are?"
Unable to speak, she nods, shuddering. I can tell her heart is pounding just as loud as mine, if not louder. I drag her hands to my zipper, letting her grope my stiff cock for a second before she pulls my dick out. Inexperienced hands try to jerk me off but I can tell she has no idea what she's doing.
"Today, I'm going to show you how men use little girls like you. I'll teach you all the ways to make me cum later, sweetie."
She nods and opens her mouth at my indication. I ease the tip of my cock in, my fat shaft stretching my best student's mouth as I push. Fuck, yesterday she'd sat in my lecture taking notes like a dedicated student. Today she was about to choke on my cock like some cheap whore.
"Just like that, baby, keep going. Wide as you can. You don't want to graze your teeth against my cock, honey."
Rin, Rin, Rin. Fuck. She's so fucking hot right now, eyes squeezed shut as I push deeper and deeper into her. I... I can't hold back.
I pull back before carefully taking off Rin's glasses and placing them on the table. I look down at her, my hands raking through her smooth hair. Jesus, I want to see what she's hiding under that hoodie.
"I'm going to do what I've always wanted to do to you now, Rin. You're going to lift that hoodie up and show me your tits while I show you exactly what I think about when I'm teaching you."
She nods cutely, the tip of my cock still in her mouth. I slam my cock in, causing her to recoil. I pull out before slamming back in, groaning as her throat spasms around my cock, her hands reaching for my thighs. Fuck. She's a natural-fucking-born cocksucking whore. She was made for this. That's my best student. I'm going to teach her so many nasty, icky things.
I find myself jerking off inside her, the veins of my cock throbbing, my shaft trembling with each thrust. I can't help it. I've turned her pretty face into my little fucktoy. A hole for me to abuse. I look down, lust clouding my vision to see a pair of heavy tits on the most perfect body I'd ever seen. I pull out.
"Holy fuck, Rin. I had no idea you were hiding these. Fuck, you're hot. God, you're so amazing."
I reach down to grope her tits as she coughs and splutters, her face smeared with spit. This feels so fucking wrong. I grope Rin's tits, the taboo of broken professional boundaries flicking across my mind.
I stand back up, slamming my cock across Rin's pretty face. "Spit on it, sweetie," I say as I place her glasses back on her face. "Fucking drool on it, baby." I groan at the sight of her doing exactly that. Strings of saliva and spit and her pretty, pink tongue layered across my twitchy cock.
My heart's in my mouth now. I... can't hold back. My face lubed up with the depths of her throat and her spit I press my cock against her face and grind. I use her fucking face like a cum rag, humping against her pretty skin back and forth while she groans and slips her fingers under her skirt.
She's as lost to the pleasure as I am right now. She needs this as much as I do. Sheâ
My balls tighten and suddenly my cock's erupting with cum over my favourite student's sextoy of a face. Ropes of sticky, icky jizz splatter across her stern, black glasses, down her sharp face and clothes. I lean back against my desk, panting, cock twitching in its softness at the unreal sight before me.
Rin sits in her chair, eyes still closed, fingers working furiously under her skirt. Her lips part in a silent orgasm as she leans forward to hold herself upright against me.
I can't wait to teach her.
I can't wait to turn the teacher's pet into my little pet.
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