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[Azalea]

Missy felt both excited and confused as she took her leave of Dr, M. Her excitement stemmed from intense sexual awakening. In the space of only a few hours, she had tripled her number of sexual partners. Phoenix had gotten her to feel comfortable being naked with a man, to accept his eyes freely roaming over her entire body, to freely allow his hands, mouth, and penis acess to her most private parts.

And now the good Doctor had tapped into her own sexual resopnse, getting her to let her body's lust overtake her mind and override her inhibitions. He had reduced her to a female animal in heat, had fucked her till she thought she would die from the intense pleasure.

She shivered at the fresh memory of his huge, hard cock in her mouth, and then ramming against her womb. She had to admit, she hoped the Doctor was planning to haver more sex with her, and very soon.

Missy's confusion resulted from the Doctor's assessment of her as a "classy" sort of slut. She felt complimented when he remarked that she wasn't cheap. The word "slut" had always had purely negative connotations for Missy, but these people seemed to consider it a good thing for a woman to be. She felt she had a lot to learn about just what made a woman a slut. She also wanted to know what one called a man who loved sex for its own sake.....why wasn't there a corresponding word for such a man?

When she knocked on the wardrobe room door, a kindly looking older man answered, and showed her into a room full of clothes racks. Hanging on padded satin hangers was every kind of garment she could imagine....the colors, fabrics, shapes, sizes were amazing. She explained to Mr. Maurice what the Doctor had ordered.

"A tailored suit, he said, and maybe some imported underthings?"

Mr. Maurice smiled and nodded. "I think I know just what Doc wants for you, young lady. Let's have a look."

Leading her over to a rack in the back, he took down a grey silk tailored suit. The skirt was extremely short and very narrowly-cut, and the jacket was close-fitting, with only two sets of double-breasted horn buttons. Accompanying it was a sheer bone-colored blouse, see-through.

"Does this look like it, dear? I am sure this will fit you, I have a good eye for figures."

He then showed her an array of provocative-looking, frilly, lacy teddies, bras, corsets, garter belts, thongs, panties, and other types of undergarments. Missy chose a white deeply plunging bra which had one front snap, seamless and very sheer so that it would clearly reveal her nipples. She also picked out a matching lacy thong. The thought of letting Dr. M. see her in those things made her pussy feel hot and wet and achy, and she hoped he would approve.

Missy thanked him and carried her new clothes to her room, where she proceeded to immerse herself in a hot bubble bath, scrubbing herself amd paying special attention to her labia and buttocks. She wanted everything fresh and clean and sexy for the Doctor....oh, she hoped he would fuck her again. And then she blushed at such a thought.

She lay back in the deep garden-style tub, and began to fondle her own breasts and finger herself, eyes closed, remembering the past few hours with both Phoenix and the Doctor.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

When the Doctor called for Missy at eight o'clock, she was dressed and waiting, and judging from his expression, she had not dressed in vain.

His eyes immediately lit up and a broad smile spread across his face. The suit fit her like a glove, but was even more impressive was the way she wore it. Just this morning she had been a somewhat mousy librarian, hiding her body in her clothes. Now she showed herself, somewhat nervously at first, but when she saw the look on the Doctor's face she knew she looked good, and she stood up even taller.

"Yes!" he exclaimed. "That is much better. Much, much better. Missy, you are ravishing! Just enchanting!"

Of all the sorts of clothes a woman might wear, there was something about a well-tailored suit that always entranced him, especially when he knew the woman was a slut. Iy gave her a look of competence and self-possession that he found very attractive, all the more so when her clothes started coming off and she revealed her true passions. Again, it was that transformation from proper lady to sexual tigress that he always found so arousing.

The Doctor had arranged for them to have a quiet dinner in his private apartment, the food being prepared by his private chef. As they ate he was able to answer some of her questions about the school and about the concept of the Slut.

"There's no true definition." he said, "So all I can tell you is what it means to me. To nme, a slut is no more than a woman skilled in sex and confidant in her own sexuality. No doubt that is a very liberal definition, but I never see "slut" as being pejorative or having negative connotations. This is probably not true for most people who use the word. As you know, it usually implies a woman who is 'easy', or sexually obsessed, or shamless, or something derogatory. But I never use it that way.
"As to why there is no male counterpart for the word, I suppose it's for the same reason that there's no female counterpart for the word "stud". There's no such thing as a female "stud" or "playboy" or whatever. It always seems to have a negative stigma attached when it's applied to a woman.
"To tell you the truth, I suspect that the idea of the "slut" is a female idea. Certainly these days you rarely hear men using the word as a term of reproach, though in times past it was common enough. You're more likely to hear a woman use it against another woman as a term of reprobation. More wine, my dear?"

 

[Azalea]

:Missy, you are ravishing! Just enchanting!"

Dr. M.'s words of approval still ringing in her ears, Missy sat enthralled with his answers to her questions. She had never known a man like this, who could sit and talk about sex as if it were a valid subject of intelligent conversation. The men she knew treated sex like either a locker-room joke or a dirty secret not to be shared with a lady. Dr, M. had obviously made serious study of the subject, and she found his ideas novel and even refreshing.

"More wine, my dear?" he asked.

"Yes, please, Doctor," she replied. "This is a particularly fine shiraz, I think."

Their meal was delicious, and Missy felt highly complimented to be treated to such an intimate dinner with her teacher. She also felt desire for him beginning to stir, and she tried to keep from staring at his body. He had dressed for the occasion, in an elegantly tailored dinner jacket and trousers, and she thought he looked devastatingly sexy that way.

When they had finished their main courses and were starting in on a sumptious dessert of fresh strawberries on a delicate angel food cake, Missy decided to throw her reserve to the winds and ask him what she had been longing to know during the entire meal.

"Doctor, when do you think I will be ready for my next lesson?"

Chuckling softly, Dr. M. reached across the table and reached for her hand. He held her hand, palm up, and stroked her bared wrist with his other hand. Lookind intently into her eager eyes, he said, "I was hoping that you might have rested up enough for a brief lesson after dinner, my dear."

Blushing, Missy's eyes lowered, and she shifted a little in her seat.
His fingers lightly tracing little circles on the inside of her wrist were driving her wild with desire. She gulped some wine, then met his eyes and responded.

I want to be perfectly frank with you, Doctor, I was hoping you might have a small lesson for me tonight."

Dr. M. released her wrist and sat back in his chair, crossing his legs. He summoned for their places to be cleared, and then he poured himself another glass of the shiraz. Then he addressed her quite formally, clearly delivering an order, not a request.

"Missy, I want you to stand here in front of me, remove your jacket, and then unbutton your blouse. Do it slowly, let me have a sense of prolonged anticipation of your body being revealed for my pleasure. "

A frisson of arousal and delight shot through Missy, and she stood to obey him. She tried to unbutton the jacket as prettily as she could, making her hand motions graceful, even delicate. When they were all undone, she used her shoulders to slowly shrug the sleeves off, and let the jacket slither down her arms and fall to the floor. Her sheer blouse did indded showcase her breasts quite visibly, clad in the new front-clasp bra. Her nipples were very erect and showed plainly through the gauzy material.

Missy began to undo the tiny pearl buttons, pausing at each one.
She kept her eyes fastened on the Doctor's face, and noted with pride that his eyes began to gleam with more than reflected candlelight. To access the final button, she gracefully tugged the blouse loose from her skirt, and when the final one was undone, she parted the sides and then put her arms down at her sides, awaiting his further direction.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

It was impossible not to be moved by the sight of Missy undressing as she wavered between her natural shyness and her new appreciation of the pleasures her body could afford. She was beginning to understand now that exposing herself like this not only excited her, but excited him as well, as it would excite any man, and probably a great many women as well.

She had the native good sense not to try and prance around. That had its place of course, but there was much sensual pleasure in just watching her fingers work on the buttons, and watching the soft drape of the fabric of her blouse as it caressed her breasts and shoulders and slowly spilled open. Her breasts were rich and heavy in her sheer bra, her nipples casting dark shadows which spoke clearly of her own arousal.

The sight of her standing partially exposed in the soft candlelight, her face a mixture of reserve, uncertainty, and undeniable excitement was extremely erotic.

"Your skirt now, Missy." the Doctor said in a low voice.

She reached to her side and unfastened her skirt, pulled down the zipper and stepped out of it.

"Now the blouse."

She shrugged out of the blouse, letting it whisper down her arms. She stood there in her shoes and stockings, her thong panties, and her bra. Her hands were at her sides, her hips cocked as she looked at him from under her fall of hair and waited for his next order.

The Doctor sighed deeply. He could smell the perfume wafting from her heated skin. The was a gem: long shapely legs, a full bust, a high, proud ass. And she was at last beginning to believe that she really was as beautiful as he saw her as being.

"Walk for me, Missy." he said in a thick voice.

She cocked an eyebrow at him, not understanding.

"Just walk. Walk to the door and back. I just want to watch you walk."

She turned and walked slowly to the door. She didn't think she was exaggerating, but her hips did seem to be swaying more than she remembered, and without the cover of her blouse she kept her shoulders back and her breasts erect. She could feel his hot gaze on her like a heat lamp, and her whole body felt alive and ultra-sensitive. She heard the soft whisper of her stockings against one another and felt the subtle tug of her panties against her sensitive pussy. Her tits felt unusually heavy, as if aching to be touched.

She turned to see his eyes fixed on her with a look that sent a raw thrill through her body.

"You are truly beautiful, Missy." he said. "I really think you are one of the sexiest women I've ever had for a student."

He stood up and went to her. "Come here." he said.

She went to him and he turned her around so that her back was to him. She felt him run his warm hands over her body, down over her back, her hips, then up over the back of her legs and her buttocks, up her back to her neck, across to her shoulders and down her arms. She could feel the almosty worshipful appreciation in his touch. She could hear his breathing increase as he ran his hands over her body.

He put his hands on her shoulders and pulled her close to him. He pressed his lips against the back of her neck, his hot breath giving her chills as he dragged his lips down across her naked shoulders. His hands slid down and came around, caressing her breasts.

One hand slid down to toy at her pussy through her sheer panties and she pressed back against him with a moan.

"You gorgeous bitch," he whispered in her ear as he licked her lobe, "you glorious slut. Do you know how beautiful you are? Do you know what you do to me?"

He pulled her back so that his hard cock pressed into her ass.

"I'm going to fuck you, Missy. I'm going to shove my hard cock into you and I'm going to fuck you like the slut you are, and you're going to love it. I'm going to fuck you until I know you love it, until you tell me how much you love it. I'm going to make you mine tonight, Missy. I'm going to fuck you so you'll never forget it."

 

[Azalea]

When Dr. M. said, with that husky voice of his, that he found her beautiful, that he thought her sexy, Missy melted inside. Chills ran down her spine as she walked back to her teacher, and she said not a word when he turned her back to him and began to run his hands around her body. She closed her eyes and felt her legs grow weak as he stroked along her back, her ass, her thighs, and when he pulled her back against him, she shivered as she felt his hard cock pressing against her .

His hands reached around her, unsnapping her bra and pulling it back to release her breasts, and he fondled them slowly and tenderly. Missy gasped softly, and continued to moan as he slid one hand down her belly to her mound, and began teasingly playing with her, slipping his fingers under the elastic of her panties and toying with her lips and clit.

"You gorgeous bitch," he said, continuing his fondling and nibbling her neck and shoulders, his hot breath burning her skin with the force of his building desire.

Missy didn't mind when he said he would fuck her.....in fact, she found herself relishing his every word, her sexual excitement growing and her arousal achinig as he promised to fuck her as she'd never been fucked before.

She swiveled in his arms, and he finsihed removing her bra. He took each breast in his hands, in turn, and kissed her nipples. She sighed deeply, wanting to touch him but sensing that he would prefer she wait upon his orders. Standing back a step, hw put his hands on her shoulders and looked her body up and down, seeming to take pleasure in the sight of her. Then he skillfully rolled down her stockings, careful not to cause a run in the expensive silk, but left her thong on.
He picked her up in his arms and carried her over to the bed on the other side of the room, and laid her down upon freshly scented blue satin sheets.

Then, as Missy lay there, trembling in anticipation of the pleasure he would soon give her, Dr. M. removed his own garments, taking his time to fold each piece neatly over a nearby chair. His methodical, careful disrobing caused her to begin panting, and she thought she would explode if she didn't get to touch his body soon.

When he had removed every stitch of clothing, she savored the sight of his finely-toned body, and blushed at his erection. He stepped over to the bed, and lay alongside her.

"Missy, I know you can't wait to be fucked, sweetheart," he said quietly, "but I'm going to make you wait a litle more. I want you to lie back and keep your arms above your head. I'm going to take my pleasure with your body right now, touching you wherever I want to, seeing where you are most sensitive. Feel free to speak to me as I do this. In fact, I want you to tell me what you like....and please be very specific."

 

[KHAN-E]

Penelope

"I feel pain and pleasure. It is lick someone is licking, sucking, biting my nipples. I want them sucked so much!"

Penelope had her eyes closed as she continued to pinch her nipples. Her freshly washed pussy was getting wetter with each pinch. she wanted so badly to masturbate. But she knew she would recieve serious punishment if she did.

"OOOooohhh, Phoenix, sir, must I go on?"

"Yes, do not stop until I tell you you may stop! Pinch Your nipples harder. And tell me what you think about as you do it."

"I'm thinking of two men sucking my tits, biting my nipples. Two men wanting to fuck me. And I want them to fuck me. I'm so horny. I'll do whatever you say. Just let me cum. Please! I'll fuck you, Phoenix. And Joe. And Dr. Mabeuse. Just let me cum!"

 

[dr_mabeuse]

The Doctor could tell that Missy was having a hard time keeping still on the bed; she was just too hot. He reached beneath the bed and pulled out a piece of rope which he used to tie her wrists together above her head and then lashed to the headboard.

Missy looked at him with surprise, but if that's the way he wanted her, tied up like his personal slave, then she had not objection. In fact, the rope was kind of arousing and made her feel even sluttier.

The Doctor knelt down nest to her and beagn to massage her breasts, pushing them about on her chest, squeezing them. "Tell me, Missy. How does it feel. Do you like this? Do you like it soft?" he asked as he traced his fingers over her skin, "Or hard?" And he dug his fingers into her breasts.

He moved to her nipples and asked her again, dragging his tongue over them or sucking them, biting with his teeth.

Apparently she liked it all, for her body was rolling on the bed, trying to feed her ample tits into his mouth. He dragged his mouth down over her ribs, letting her feel his teeth, as if he were going to devour her.

How the rope came into play as Misss instincetively tried to protect herself but couldn't. She tugged at the rope, feeling more like a captive than ever as his lips slid over her stomach, kissing and licking.

She was dying to feel his mouth on her pussy, put he disappointed her. He ordered her to roll over and get to her knees, which she did with some difficulty , and he made her put her ass in the air. He kissed her ass, squeezed her buttocks and even bit her. Sh efelt him move the band of her thing to the side, then she gasped as she felt his tongue slide down her crack and flick at her sensitive asshole.

She'd never felt anything like that, so lewd, so perverted, and yet it was terribly erotic. But he just gave her a taste of that, then he pulled away.

He tugged her thong down over her hips, down her legs and off, so that she was now toally naked and kneeling on the ned with her ass in the air. It was then that he spanked her,

Whack!!

The first blow took her completely by surprise, and even as he massaged the very spot he'd just hit, she felt a kind of erotic heat spread into her body.

"You are a little slut now, aren't you Missy? You're dying to get fucked, and you're going to do anything I say, aren't you Missy?"

Smack!! Slapp!! Whapp!!

No sooner had the final blow fell than his hand dipped around to the bottom of her burning ass and his fingers found her sopping cunt, tacing along her swollen lips so that the pain and the pleasure seemed to melt together.

"More, darling?" he whispered to her as he played with her pussy, "Tell me what you want!"

 

[Azalea]

Kneeling with her arms crossed, her wrists tied to the bedposts, left Missy feeling terribly vulnerable, and when Dr, M. used his tongue on her buttocks and anus, she squirmed and felt her inhibitions flooding in. But she was helpless, her ass in the air, and he could do with her whatever he pleased as long as she was tied this way.

When he pulled her thong down around her thighs, to her knees, she began to tremble violently, a little afraid of what he might do next but also burning with desire for him. The first smack brought angry tears to her eyes, and her head whipped up......but then she was shocked to find a strange sort of fierce pleasure flooding her pussy. When the Doctor caressed where he had just stung her ass, she groaned and wriggled a little, not knowing how to react or what he expected from her.

Then he slapped her again, hard, several times, immediately slipping his fingers into her wet, needy cunt and making her groans louder and more prolonged.

"More, darling?" he asked, and she shocked herself by answer, husily, tears in her eyes but deep arousal spurring her response.

"Please, yes....more, if that pleases you," she said, moaning the words out.

"That's not good enough, Missy," he said sternly, and pinched her labia, sending a jolt of sensation through her. "Do you want me to spank you again? I don't give a fuck what I want,, little slut, this is about you."

She winced, and then got the words out....and they were honest:
"Yes, Doctor, I want you to spank me, hard....but keep your fingers fucking my cunt while you do it!"

And Missy dropped her head and closed her eyes, hardly believing what she had just said, but her body anticipating the exotic mix of pain and pleasure he was promising to deliver....

 

[dr_mabeuse]

The Doctor knelt behind her, his cock standing hard and rigid from his loins as he slsid his fingers into her cunt and began to pump them in and out. Every so often his hand came down on her ass with a hard slap, making Missy jump and moan, making her buttocks tremble like jello on a plate. Then the pain merged into the hot pleasure in her pussy and she awaited the next blow.

The combination of pain and pleasure was sending her into a fever picth of arousal. There was something so possessive about the way he spanked her--as if he owned her and wanted her to know it--that was very exciting.

At the same time she almost felt as if she deserved it, like she had to pay for her pleasure with pain. She might be more comfortable with her overtly sexual behavior, but deep inside there was still a little guilty voice that told her this is what happened to slutty girls, that this was just what she deserved.

He knew how to spank her so that each blow landed with a loud slap, but the pain was localized on her skin, sharp and fleeting. Soon her entire bottom felt hot and fiery, almost itchy, and she longed for deeper satisfaction in her pussy.

As if reading her mind, the Doctor stopped and she felt him climb onto the bed between her legs. She felt his hard, velvet cock slap against her naked pussy and she held her breath, waiting for him to push himself inside of her.

"You haven't been doing what I sais, Missy." he said to her. "You were supposed to be telling me how everything felt, and I've heard scarcely a word. Now I want you to tell me how it feels as I fuck you, darling. I want to hear how you want it, hard, soft, how you like it when I play with your clit and your tits. Or else I'll just have to send you back to your room."

And with that he slid his cock into her sopping cunt, spearing her on his hard length.

 

[Azalea]

His hard cock ramming into her wet pussy, coupled with his admonition tio be vocal, caused Missy to cry out loudly.

"YES! Give it to me, Doc......my pussy needs you inside me, now!"

Her ass was stinging from wher he had slapped her, but the pain had seemed to open up her senses, made everyrthing more intense, even the pleasure of what he was doing. She didn't care to have her hands tied and twisted....her back hurt as she tried to hold her position for him to thrust comfortably.

He bent to fondle her nipples as he penetrated her even more deeply, and she tried to speak, though it was hard with her panting and groaning punctuating everything.

"I love it when you play with my nipples......please keep doing it!"
she gasped.

She wanted to touch his body herself, so badly, but of course couldn't because of her restraints. She wonderd of he would be angry if she asked that he untie her? She decided to take a chance and see what he would do.

"Please...Dr. M......I can't touch you back with my hands tied, and my back is starting to hurt this way.....please untie me?"

The Doctor slowed his thusts just a bit, though his fingers continued to play with her tits and pussy. He seemed to be considering what to do about her request.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

"Please...Dr. M......I can't touch you back with my hands tied, and my back is starting to hurt this way.....please untie me?"

He had his long, thick cock buried in her to the hilt, and the tight, fleshy caress of her sheath on his aching meat felt so good that he was reluctant to stop. But stop he did, pulling his juice coated rod slowly and reluctantly out of her pussy.

He kneeled behind her for a moment, catching his breath, then he reached over her and untied her wrists.

"I don't know Missy," he said, still panting. "Not into bondage, not into pain or public humiliation. I don't know what we're going to do with you. Every slut must have her little kink, you know."

"I'm sorry, Doctor, really. But it was starting to hurt." she said, rubbing her wrists. "But please don't stop. You felt so good!"

But the Doctor sat down in one of the chairs near the bed, his cock standing straight up and throbbing. He looked at her and said, "I don't know, Missy. Why don't you convince me? Use your slutty talents and convince me to keep on fucking you. Shwo me you're worth it."

 

[Azalea]

Missy started to feel like she had failed some kind of test, and lack of self-confidence began to try to invade her.....but she shook herself, and realized she had done nothing wrong. She stood in front of Dr. M. and put her hands on her hips, and spoke straight.

"Doc, I liked having my hands tied that way....it was having to turn over and have them crossed like that....that hurt like hell, Doc."

Then she knelt between his thighs and placed her hands on them, kneading his inner muscles, and spoke more gently.

"And I liked when you spanked me," she admitted. "It shocked me at first, but then the way you did it......you way you fingerfucked my pussy along with it.......please do that again sometime, Doc."

And, without further ado, Missy stroked her hands up his thighs and took his balls into them, gently massaging them as she lowered her mouth onto his slimy hot throbbing cock, still slathered in her juices. She took him all the way in, down her throat, and began sucking and flicking, and Dr, M. sank in the chair and put his hands on her head.

Feeling his hands on her, Missy felt he was giving her another chance, and thus encouraged she intensified her efforts to give him the best cock-sucking he had ever had. She continued to massage his balls and reached for his nipples with her other hand, rolling them between her thumb and forfinger, moaning as she savopred his taste and scent.

The Doctor closed his eyes and decided maybe there was some hope for Missy after all, and then concentrated on the delectable things she was doing to his swollen shaft.

After a few minutes of skillful sucking, flicking, and massaging, she let him slip out of her mouth long enough to look up at him and say, "I hope you know after I give you the best fucking cock-sucking of your life, I expct you to be ready to switch places and get on your knees and eat my pussy out until I scream."

She promptly clamped her hot mouth right back on him, swallowing him to the hilt, and continued milking him for all he was worth.

When her eyes were closed and she was back to work, Dr. M. looked down at her pretty head - she looked devastatingly sexy with his cock impaled in her sweet mouth - and smiled.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

P. Phoenix:

"You'll fuck whoever or whatever I tell you to fuck won't you slut to be? After all isn't that why you're here? Aren't you here to be taught to be a perfect slut and sex partner so that regardless of what a sex partner wants you'll be willing and eager to do it all anyway, any time, any place and with anyone and anything Pennyslut?"

He pauses to let you reply then continues, "Now go sit on the edge of the tub slut and spread your legs wide apart. Pinch your pussy lips and as you roll them between your thumbs and fingers twist them and pull them wide apart.
"Show me your slutty cunt, the one that was just fucked and that you just rinsed out and tell me your thoughts and needs as you do as you've been instructed to do, slut to be."

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Mabeuse looked down at Missy slaving over his cock. He would have smiled had not her mouth been giving him such excuciating pleasure. As it was all he could do was let his head fall back against the chair and groan deeply as she worked her mouth farther and farther down his hard shaft, She managed to open her throat to him without gagging, and he felt her squeezing the head of his cock with her epiglottis. Her lips were splayed obscenely around the thick base of his tool and he could feel the hot breath from her flared nostrils tickle his public hair.

Obviously Missy was not going to be a door-mat slut, one whom any many could walk over or order around like a slave. She had her own ideas about what she wanted and she was willing to stand up and make them known. No, she would be the kind of woman who would give herself up only to a man she respected. She would be the kind of woman who intimidated men, confident in her own sexuality.

"Missy," he said softyly. "If you don't stop I'm going to come."

She moaned, but slowly pulled her mouth off his prick, leaving it coated with saliva and dripping strings of mucus from the back of her throat. He looked down at her as she brushed her hair back from her face and wiped her mouth off with her tongue.

"Come on." he said. "Your turn."

He got out of the chair and Missy took his place, slouching down until her hips were at the very front of the chair. The Doctor took her thighs and spread them, putting her knees over the padded arms of the chair, spreading her wide open.

Her pussy was still open from her recent fucking, engorged with blood and dripping with her juice, and the Doctor lost no time in driving his tongue into her. He licked her clean, sucking up and swallowing her secretions with hungry, satisfied sounds. Missy watched him, spellbound, hissing with pleasure when he touched her emergent little clit, or groaning when he rimmed her hole or sucked her labia into his mouth. Her hips began a slow, subtle pumping against his face as he worked at her, the tendons in her legs standing out.

The Doctor slsid a finger into her and began to pump it in and out as he sucked her, and her breathing increased. With the tumb and forefinger of his other hand he spread her labia to expose more of her juicy flesh to kiss and lick, and the lewd, wet noises he made were loud in the room along with his own moans of pleasure.

Missy's hands went to her own breasts and she began to caress them as she humped her pussy against the Doctor's mouth, squeezing her nipples and pulling them away from her body to let them snap back. The Doctor worked another finger into her tight cunt, and his little finger, slick with her own discharges, probed at her puckered anus. She cried out as his finger popped into her and her legs shot out to the sides. For a moment she didn't know if it felt good or not, but soon the sheer nastiness of what he was doing overcame any reservations she might have, and when she found he was content to just leave the tip of his finger inside her, she found it thrilling. Dirty and thrilling.

"Oh, Doc! Eat me like that! Suck my pussy, baby! Oh, it feels sos fucking good!"

Her words egged him on and he got up on his knees, spread her legs wider and began to fuck her faster with his fingers. Missy's head rolled against the back of the chair as she closed her eyes and furrowed her brow, concentrating on the orgasm she felt building inside her. She was such a whore, she thought, such a slut. And she loved it!

 

[Azalea]

Missy's moan intensified as the Doctor's fingers brought her closer and closer to her peak. Her legs raised over the arms of the chair made it easier for the Doctor to have both his mouth and his fingers working on her pussy and ass at the same time. Her feverish ecstasy spurred him to continue, and he was gratified by the way she cried out and thrashed her head. She was clearly out of control, lost completely in her sexual responses and savoring the pleasure he was giving her with no thought for anything else but the feel of what he was doing.

When her climax began, Missy gasped and her hips began bucking, her pussy began contracting violently, flooding her with the hottest, sweetest pleasure she could ever had imagined possible. She openly sobbed with the pleasure of it, and began calling his name.

"Doc, that feels gooooood......oh god, Doc....keep on!"

When her throbbing subsided, her breathing began slowing down, she opened her eyes, which had been clenched shut in her throes of sensational pleasure, and she gazed at her teacher with unabashed adoration.

"Oh Doc......thank you......god, that was so good, Doc......please let me take you now, in my cunt......I need your cock inside me right now. And," she added, "please tie my hands again?"

 

[dr_mabeuse]

"Don't you fucking move!" Mabeuse said to her. He got up off the floor and she saw that the patient, understanding Doctor was gone. His face was dark, impatient, and his eyes burning with hot lust. His cock was red and dripping, his balls looked enormous.

He picked up the rope and went behind her chair, pulled her arms up roushly and tied her wrists together. He trailed the rope down to the bottom of that chair and tied it to a back leg, pulling it tight and amking her arch her back. Maybe he was doing it because she'd asked him to, or maybe he just was making sure she wouldn't be going anywhere while he had his way with her. Missy thought it best not to ask him. And when she took one of her legs down from the arm of the chair he yanked the rope sharply and growled, "I said don't fucking move!" and she quickly put her leg back as it was.

He quickly came back in front of her. He took her hair in his hands and held her head so that she was looking directly into his eyes. She knew he was at the end of his patience, and besides, with her arms stretched up and back over the chair, there was no way she could move anyhow. With his eyes locked on hers, he slid his cock into her, and slid, and slid, watching her reaction as he filled her completely, watching her jaw drop as she took his entire length. He reached bottom and still he pushed, stretching her open, grinding her clit with his pubic bone. She felt him shudder with his need for her.

His passion thrilled her. She was trapped between the chair and his dick inside her, and he took a minute to lean back and look at where his cock disappeared into her dripping cunt. He took her breasts in his hands and squeezed, found her nipples and rolled his thumbs over them, then ran his hands feverishly down her body.

Even though she had just come fiercely, her excitement rose despite herself. She felt completely open to him, and he filled her as she'd never been filled before, hot and implacible.

He gave her only a moment's rest, then he pulled his hips back and thrust forward again, his body slamming into her and knocking the breath from her body. he held his hands on the arms of the chair, trapping her thighs open, and with his body suspended like that he starting fucking her hard, making her see stars.

His big balls slapped against her asshole as his cock sluiced in and out of her, and Missy had no choice buty to sit there and take it, her feet trembling whenever he slammed into her from the force of his fucking. He was panting and snarling as he reached for his orgasm, and his intensity was almost frightening. She could hardly believe he was the same man she'd just had dinner with. He was like an animal now, his ass flexing to drive his big prick home in her wet and tingling socket, sweat pouring off his chest.

He brabbed her breasts agaian, squeezing hard, and his mouth came down on her, cutting off her breath with a hot and desperate kiss. WIthout removing his lips he said, "I'm coming, bitch! I'm going to fill you fucking full of my come! I'm gonna come! Here it is! Here it is! Here it ISSS!!"

"Oh God!" Missy groaned as she felt his body tighten on top of her, his cock throb hotly in her pussy.

"Ugh! Ugh! Ahhh! Fuck!" he groaned as he shot into her; so much that before he'd stopped moving his semen was already dripping out of her pussy, mixed with her own copious juices.

He froze there above her, his cock spasming and twitching out its last few drops of come. He got up from her, reached over and freed her wrists.

 

[Azalea]

As the Doctor violently fucked the hell out of her, Missy's panting was loud and her own grunting and moaning like a veritable symphony of mingld pleasure and pain. Her arm sockets ached with the unnatural strain of her arms yanked back and tied tightly to the back of the chair. The stretched tautness of her body added to her skin's sensitivity, and each slap of his balls and ramming impalement of his huge hot cock sent shocks of muscle strain and sparks of electric pleasure coursing through every nerve.

When he finally came, shouting obscenities and grunting animal sounds, she felt a strange mix of relief that she could soon be released from her uncomfortable position and triumph that her body had driven a man to such an extremity of lust and raw need.

Spending the very last drop of cum into her swollen pussy, the Doctor's body grew rigid and still for a few moments. hen, he seemed to relax and dismounted her, and walked calmly to the back of the chair to untie her hands.

She closed her eyes, which were quite flooded with tears, and trembled as he undid the knots and, with sudden tenderness, ran his hands over the length of her arms, gently massaging the soreness out of her strained muscles and slowly bring her arms back over her head and to the front of her body. She sobbed quietly, overcome with emotion and sensation, and watched wordlessly as the Doctor gently took each of her legs and brought it back over the chair arm and down to the floor in front of her, taking time to tenderly rub her thigh and calk muscles as he did so. She was shaking and sobbing as he picked her up out of the chair and carried her over to the bed, where he laid her down and covered her nakedness with a sotly woven throw, but leaving her breasts uncovered. He walked over to the table, where their unfinished bottle of shiraz was, and poured two glasses, then carried them over to the bed and sat down by her, handing her one of the glasses.

Missy blinked, her shuddering beginning to subside with his tender treatment of her, and she sipped some wine, her eyes wide and shining with her tears. He caressed her cheek and said, "Is that what you wanted, my dear?"

Still unable to find words, afraid she would make a fool of herself by starting to cry again, she merely nodded her head and lowered her eyes. Dr. M. finished his wine, waited for her to finish hers, then took their glasses and put them on the bedside table. he then stretched out next to her and, cupping her chin in his hand, he turned her face to his and softly kissed her on the mouth. At this, she put her arm around him in an embrace, and he held her close, very tenderly fondling her breast.

"Missy, that is what sex is all about, my dear. It is raw, it is animal, it is meant for pleasure.....the giving and receiving. You were meant to be enjoyed by a man, and also to enjoy him in return." He ran his fingers through her hair and used his thumb to wipe away her tears. "I know I hurt you, a little, yes?"

She shook her head and finally found her voice, answering quietly, "Yes, sir, you did hurt me, but I liked it. You.....excited me. Why did I like it?"
He found her dark, shiny eyes extremely winsome and vulnerable as she looked to him for answers to her confusion.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Missy's tears, her vulnerability and confusion touched him.
He had let her get him too excited and had unleashed the full force of his lust on her. Perhaps it had been too much for her at this stage.

He kissed her and ran his fingers through her hair, held her head to his chest. "There's nothing wrong with tears, darling," he said to her. "In fact, you flatter me."

She put her arms around him to hide her face and let the tears come, and he laid down with her, comforting her.

"Why did you enjoy the pain?" he asked rhetorically. "I don't know. No one knows. There are all these theories I could tell you, but they are just that. At the heart of it, Missy, we are mysteries, and there is no explaining what we feel. Just know that there's nothing wrong with what you feel and that as long as you're with me I will never hurt you."

She squeezed him harder, thankful for his warmth and the protection of his arms.

"Somewhere I heard that the experience of pain is intrinsic to female sexuality in almost all animals, as is the male urge to dominate and subdue, and women who enjoy pain and being dominated are just responding to an inborn need that most other people repress. But I don't know how true that is."

He sighed deeple, "But Lord, I do get tired of being a pompous asshole every so often. All I know is that lying here like this usually answers any questions I might have."

He freed himself from Missy's embrace and turned off the lights.

"You'll stay here with me tonight, Mossy. I don't want you to be alone. And I don't want to be alone. Tomorrow you'll go back to wardrobe and have Maurice fix you up with a nice secretarial outfit. He'll know what to give you. You can help me out with some work I have and we'll see if we can learn about sex on the office."

 

[Azalea]

Missy

Missy had never felt safer than she did lying in the Doctor's arms. She found him such a puzzle. He was a fierce, hotly demanding animal when in the full heat of his lust.....but he could also be the tenderest, most gentle man she had ever known. Just now, her tears drying on her cheeks, her head nestled in the crook of his arm against his strong, manly chest, she felt very secure.

When he had reached for the light and offered to let her sleep with him that night, her heart raced. She felt his approval was important, and what better sign of that could he have given her than to let her stay the night in his arms.

She would not have objected if he had turned to her for more lovemaking - no, she thought, let's get the vocabulary straight - for more sex. He may not know it yet, but Missy was, at that point, willing to give him anything he asked her for - or took. She would have gotten down on her knees and let him spank her all night, if he would only then take her back into his arms, kiss and caress her, and then fuck her in return.

But the Doctor's breathing was already slow and even, and she could tell he was already dozing. She closed her eyes, snuggled her head in closer, lay her arm loosely across his belly, her fingers absent-mindedly stroking his skin. She drifted off, remembering his mouth on her........everywhere.......

 

[dr_mabeuse]

She must been a lot more tired than she'd thought, because she slept right through the night and awoke to find herself alone in bed. Ahe remembered what he had said about her helping him out as a secretary though, and she stopped by wardrobe to pick up a new outfit from Maurice on her way back to her room. She showers and changes, does her makeup, and goes back down to Mabeuse' office on the first floor.

She still can't quite get a grip on the Doctor. He can certainly be passionate in his lovemaking and yet quite gentlemanly in his more public dealings with her, and having her spend the night with him was a surprisingly tender getsture on his part. But this morning it's as if yesterday never even happened. The smile he gives her when she walks in is polite, but there's no mention of their wild lovemaking yesterday, and though he looks at her with interest, there are no words of open affection. Instead he merely gives her some papers to file.

The clothes Maurice has given her are also puzzling and not at all what she thought she'd be wearing in her role as slut-in-training. She's wearing a perfectly respectable black skirt that fits her well but not too tightly, and a pearl-gray long-sleeved slik blouse. But though she's perfectly businesslike on the outside, Maurice has given her no underthings, and she is braless and without panties. Instead she wears a garter belt and gray stockings. The effect is to keep her slightly aroused and expectant throughout the morning as she goes about her work, balancing accounts reconciling checks against bills in the outer office while the Doctor remains inside with the door closed.

Sometime later in the morning though her intercom buzzes.

"Missy, lock the front door and bring your steno pad in here. I want you to to take domw latters."

"But I don't take dictation, Doctor." she says into the inercom. "I've never done it in my life."

"That's all right." he says. "Just breing in a pad and pencil and lock
the door."

She finds a steno pad in her desk, locks the front door, and walks into his office.

"Well, Missy, how's it going?" he asks her.

"Fine, I think. I finished the filing and the checks. I'm almost done."

"Excellent." he says. "The reason I'm having you do this is so you can learn proper slutty behavior in a setting more like what you might run into in the real world. Working in an office, for example."

"But I'm a librarian." she says.

He shrugs. "It's all pretty much the same. Now come over here and sit on my lap."

She does as he says, coming around his desk and sitting down on his lap. He put his arm around hips and runs his other hand up under her skirt to the top of her stockings, where he begins to caress her leg. Immediately she can feel his cock start to stir and poke her in the ass.

"Why, Doctor!" she says.

"Mmm. I'm sorry we didn't get a chance to discuss last night's session more fully." he says, rubbing her leg, "we'll have a full review this afternoon. But so far I can tell you that you're doing an excellent job, Missy. I'm very pleased with your progress."

He reaches to the wall behind him and snaps off the lights. Daylight still glows behind the curtains, but it is darker in the room now and more intimate. His hand on her thigh feels very good, and she realizes thaty she's been more or less aroused all morning.

"I'm glad to hear you say that, Doctor. I was afraid from the way you were ignoring me that I'd done something wrong."

"Oh no, not at all. I just like to mic my sex up with normal, everyday non-sexual activities. I think it makes it much more interesting when things get physical."

He tyakes his hand from her skirt and lifts it to her breasts. The feel of the silk rubbing against her bare skin is wonderful and when he reaches to kiss her, Missy puts her arm around his shoulders and presses her lips to him. She remembers how thrilling yesterday was, and she feels herself start to get wet.

Then his fingers are at the buttons of her blouse, opening them.

 

[KHAN-E]

Penelope

"Yes, I'll fuck whomever you tell me to fuck," Penelope replied, hoping Phoenix would tell her to fuck somebody, anybody, real soon. She was so horny. She felt like a slut, like a bitch in heat.

Penelope sat on the edge of the tub, as Phoenix had directed, and began to pinch her pussy lips.

"MMMmmm, OOUUCH!" Penelope cried out. This mixture of pain and pleasure was something new to her. She wanted, needed the pleasure. But she wasn't so sure of the pain.

She pulled her pussy lips open, showing Phoenix the creamy, pink inside of her pussy. Having him stare at her cunt just made her hotter, hornier. Her juices were flowing from her pussy.

"Phoenix, I'll fuck anybody you say, any way you say. But, please let me cum. I'm so horny. I want to be a good slut. Let me be a hot fuck-slut. I need fucked so badly."

Penelope began to finger her hot pussy. She knew such behavior was against Phoenix's rules. But she hoped her display of raw sexuality would so impress him that she might avoid any punishment. She hoped he would allow her to cum.

 

[Azalea]

The Doctor's cock pushing at her through his pants excited Missy intensely, as did his hands on her thighs, above her stockings.
Her bare pussy was starting to feel very open and swollen, and very wet. She closed her eyes when he touched her breasts through the sheer silk of her blouse, his fingers just grazing her nipples. She kissed him once, on the lips, and he started to unbutton it. The blouse had more buttons than usual, and he took his time, letting his hands rest against her skin through the material as he slid down to button after button. Missy reached for his buttons, but he pulled her hands down and said, "Not now, Missy."

When he had all the butons undone, her blouse untucked from her skirt, he pulled the sides wide open and just looked lustfully at her breasts. He sat back in his office chair and literally licked his lips. Missy's pussy, already beginning to ache, began to throb with desire. he cupped her nreasts and gently pulled so that she drew closer to him, and he lowered his mouth to them and began to suckle them, giving time to each one.

Missy moaned and panted, and started to try to speak, but he put his hand over her mouth and shook his head.

"Don't break my concentration, slut....I am busy usign your body to turn me on even more than I am already....I know you can feel my hard cock...it's hard because of you, you hot little sexy slut bitch."

Missy blinked, and caught her breath. Then she sat still, her arms to her sides, and let Dr. M. take his pleasure from her. He went back to work greedily sucking her tits, and then reached under her skirt with one hand and began finger-fucking her wet pussy.
The second his fingers touched her lips, she cried out, and then, after a warning look from him, clammed up. She couldn't help wriggling her ass on his lap a little....the sensations of his fingers probing her were just more than she could handle sitting still.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Her breasts were firm and wonderfully warm and comforting, while her nipples were soft and sweet to his tongue. He could smell a hint of her perfume and her womanly scent wafting gently from her body, and he had an urge to just bury his face between her breasts and lose himself in her intoxicating femininity.

He loved the way Missy could go from being the very proper and businesslike young lady to a meltingly erotic slut in a matter of moments. Her breathing was fast and shallow as he sucked and kissed her ripe breasts. She ran her hand through his hair and pulled her chest against him, and he could feel her leaning back to see what he was doing; the sight of him suckiling at her excited her.

She spread her legs as far as the snug skirt would allow, and the feel of his hand aghainst her naked sex made her feel deliciously wanton and perverse, which juist increased her excitement, causing her to rock her hips in his lap. When he slid his finger into her she groaned with desire and he felt her gush into his hand.

"You gorgeous little slut!" he whispered. "I'm going to fuck you right here in my office, right on my desk, and you just can't wait, can you?"

She moaned and turned her face for a kiss, but he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back.

"I asked you a question, Missy." he whispered with a menace that made her pussy throb. He wanted an answer.

"No," she whispered. "I can't wait. I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me now!"

"You hot bitch!" he groaned.

As professional as Mabeuse usually was, this Missy was gettiing to him. She didn't know it, but he rarely asked a student to help him out in the office, but he loved having her around, loved watching her tight ass as she walked or as she bent over the filing cabinets; he loved thinking about her being naked benath her skirt and blouse, available to him whenever he wanted. Most of all, he liked to watch that pretty, almost haughty face dissolve into a mask of lust and slutty desire. That drove him wild.

He put her down on the desk and she leaned back on her elbows. He pushed her skirt up around her hips and stared at her pussy.

"Spread your legs." he said as he unbuckled his pants and let them drop. The tops of her gray stockings contrasted sharply with her pink thighs and the darker pink of her excited pussy as she spread her legs without reservation.

He pulled down his shorts, revealing his thick, long cock, already twitching with eagerness as he looked at her.

"Play with yourself." he said hoarsely as he took his cock in his hand and began to masturbate.

Missy watched as the thick purplish head of his prick winked at her. He held his cock over her stomach and she saw a thick drop of precum seep from the tip and trail over his fingers. Lying down fully, Missy spread her blouse open to reveal her tits, flasttened and spread now by her horizontal position, her nipples still proud and stuff. She reached down shamelessly between her legs with both her hands and kept her eyes on his cock as she began to stroke herself and tease her clit. She could see the fire in his eyes as he looked at her open pussy,

"Do you want it?" he asked her.

"Yes." she breathed. Her hips began to grind against the desk as if with a mind of their own.

"Are you my slut?" he asked her, rubbing the head of his hard cock against her belly.

"Oh God yes, Doctor! I'm your slut."

"You're my whore and you'll give me anything I want, won't you Missy?"

"Yes, Doctor. Anything. Anything at all."

He put the huge head of his cock against her pussy and Missy closed her eyes, waiting for him to come into her.

"Ohh!" she cried out as he pierced her with his hard tool. Such delicious pain! He stretched her out and filled her, rubbing against her most sensitive flesh, giving her all of his cock.

Mabeuse groaned with pleasure as he flexed his cock inside of her as if celebrating his conquest. He leaned over her and held her wrists down against the top of the desk, and he began to fuck her with deep, sure strokes, so hard that her tits trembled on her chest with each thrust.

 

[Azalea]

Missy
(first-person)

I loved the way Doc had my wrists pinned to his desk as he rammed his cock into me over and over. I spred my thighs as wide as I could, my feet up on the desk, taking him in as deeply as possible. I loved the way his huge balls banged against my ass with each thrust, shaking my whole body with the force of it.

I didn't try to keep my voice down at all, but instead moaned and cried out loudly.

"Give it to me harder, Doc! Give your cum to your little slut!" I cried. I was starting to enjoy shouting out such thing during sex with Doc.....it seemed to spur him on and it certainly excited me.

His pelvic bone was grinding against my clit pretty hard, and I began to feel my climax coming on.

"YES! YES! Give it to me Doc, I'm cumming! " I yelled.

Indeed I was, my pussy contracting violently, my thighs quivering, and he increased the speed of his pounding.
Then He cried out, and rammed me good and hard, stood still, pressing into me with all the force at his command, his eyes clenched shut, loud groans emanating from his throat, and I knew Doc was cumming hard. I could feel his huge cock pulsating over and over, and i felt even more in ecstacy over his apparent enjoyment of what I had given him.

Maybe I was starting to "get" what being a slut was all about. I had no idea what Doc had in store for me later......

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Missy has still fully clothed, but with her blouse open and her skirt hiked up around her hips she looked wonderfully obscene, as if she were being raped. From the way Mabeuse held her down and rammed his cock into her and from the intense almost angry look on his face that might well have been what was happening.

Her feet were up on the desk, her knees apart as he slid his big cock in and out of her, groaning at the delicious feel of her hot, wet pussy.

"Give it to me harder, Doc! Give your cum to your little slut!" she cried out, and hearing those words pour from her pretty mouth just egged him on, made him fuck her harder. He dipped his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth, first one then the other, asll the while his hips pumped between her trembling thighs and his strong hands held her down on the desk.

"You hot little bitch!" he hissed down at her. "You're going to make me come! You're going to suck all the come out of me with your hungry little pussy!"

Missy groaned and raised her stocking-clad legs, locking her ankles around his ass as he battered her pussy, mashing her labia flat and scrubbing his pubic hair against her hot little clit. She was such a tight fit that every time he pulled out she felt like he was turning her inside out, and then he pushed it all back into her on the downstroke, and meanwhile his heavy balls banged into her ass like wrecking balls.

Her mouth opened and her eyes rolled up into her head. "YES! YES! Give it to me Doc, I'm cumming! " she screamed, just before her body arched and went rigid with her come.

He redoubled theviolence of his thrusts, feeling her cunt clamp down on his as she had her release, and then he was there, shoving deep inside her as his balls locked up and he flooded her with the semen that erupted from his cock, hosing her down with his hot seed.

His face locked into a look of blind rapture as he stood over her, sunk deep in her pussy, and pumped his come into her, again and again, until he shuddered as the last few drops squeezed out, leaving him feeling wonderfully relaxed and totally spent.

He pulled Missy yp off the desk and felel with her back onto the sofa, where they sat entangled as they caught there breath, Missy shuddering still from her orgasm.

The Doctor knew that she was far enough along in her training that he could start sharing her with other instructors, but he wasn't willing to do that yet. He told himself that she still wasn't ready, but he wasn't fooling himself. He knew that he hadn't had his fill of her yet. And he was growing sweet on the youngh librarian.

"Tonight," he said, "I want you to look exquisite. You may pick out your own clothes, but we'll be leaving the school and taking my limo to Antoine's."

Missy blinked. Antoine's was a very expensive, very exclusive restaurant where reservations had tobe made months in advance. It was where people went to see and be seen, as well as to indulge in clandestine affairs in the dim, candlelit rooms.

She would have to prepare herself very carefully for a trip to Antoine's. Something very elegant, and very sexy.

"Eight o'clock." he said.