How A Female Teacher Became An Obedient Little Pet Chapter - 11

Chapter 11

That was all I needed to hear. I grasped my shaft, placed its tip at her entrance and shoved my way home, causing Mrs. Gavelle  to gasp and then scream. I withdrew my hips and drove my cock all the way back inside her. I kept at it, going slowly at first and then worked my way up to a brisk pace. Soon I pounded her into the bed and dropped my head to suckle, bite, pull and twist on her nipples. Fuck, she tasted good, and the perfume she wore was intoxicating.

"Fuck me, master! Fuck me like the whore I am! Oooohh!"

"Oh. Yes. Mrs. G." I plowed her and caused our flesh to clap. I was also surprised to hear her use this kind of language. "Who's a dirty fucking whore, Mrs. G?

"I'm a dirty fucking whore."

"Who's a slut for my cock?"

"I'm a slut for your cock, master."

"And who's my brand new cum dumpster?"

"I am, sir! I'm your slut! Your whore! Your bitch! Your cum dumpster and everything else you want me to be."

"Good girl." I firmly thrust my cock inside her a few more times then placed my hands under her underarms and rolled to the side until she was on top. "Ride me, my whore."

"With pleasure, my master." She placed her hands on my chest, pushed up until only my cockhead remained between her pussy lips and then dropped back down. She bounced off my lap and impaled herself again and again and again. I loved watching her big tits jiggle as she did.

I raised my hands and squeezed and pulled on her nipples. She moaned with her eyes closed as she kept bouncing. I sat up, placing my hands on her back, and sucked on her nipples for a little while longer. Then I fell back and watched as she rode me. It was a captivating sight. She almost looked like a bull rider. Minutes later, I told her to get on all fours.

Once she did I got behind her, grasped my erection and slotted my glans between her pussy lips. Then I took hold of her hips, thrust my own and pounded her from behind. Mrs. Gavelle  grunted each time my pelvis crashed against her ass. I gave it to her hard and pulled her hips back so she could meet each one of my thrusts. Then I grabbed her hair, tugged on it and kept thrusting.

"Oh my God! I fucking love this, master." She groaned. "My boring husband only used to - aaaahh - fuck me in - mmmmm - in the missionary position. Ooooo!"

I continued crashing my pelvis against her buttocks. I was a little surprised I'd managed to fuck her this long and hard without busting. But when I thought about it, it always took a while for me to ejaculate a second time. I thrust into Mrs. Gavelle  a few more vigorous times and then pulled out of her. I flipped her onto her back, reached for a pillow and placed it under the small of her back.

I hooked her legs over my shoulders, grasped my shaft and slotted it back inside her. Then I resumed thrusting my hips and burying my cock. Mrs. Gavelle 's tits jiggled back and forth. I did think I'd ever tire of the sight. I grasped her ankles, leaded forward and pushed her candy-pink heel covered feet past her head.

"Aaahh, fuck me hard, master. Fuck me good and hard."

I did as she requested and plowed her until she screamed into my ear, almost deafening me. At the same time, I felt the walls of her pussy contract around my shaft. It was a wondrous feeling and caused my orgasm to come rushing in. I thrust past her labia about five more times and then bottomed inside her before I let loose.

I groaned. My cock pulsated, eyes rolled back and leg muscles tightened as my balls were drained of whatever amount of semen they had left. Once I came back down from my high, I rolled off Mrs. Gavelle  and exhaled loudly. "Wow," I said, "that was incredible."

"I know." She snuggled up next to me and threw an arm over my stomach as she rested her head on my chest. "You made me cum three times. Thank you very much, master."

I grinned. "You're welcome, my pet." I stroked her face. We lay in silence. Then I said, "So why didn't you come to school today?"

"It's because I knew you planned on taking my final hole today, master. And I preferred for you to do it in the comfort of my home and not some cold classroom."

"Okay." I nodded. "And where's Pastor David?"

She thought. "He should be at the church, right now" - she drew what felt like hearts on my chest - "but I suspect him to be with Kevin Mitchell."

"That wouldn't surprise me."

We lay in silence. Then she said, "Master."

"My pet."

"Do you really think I'm just some old hag with three holes to fuck?"

"Of course I don't. You're one of the most beautiful women I know. I've been dying to fuck you for a while, and when I got the opportunity I had to take it."

She tightened her grip on me. "Thank you, master."

I thought. "You know what else?"

"What, master?"

"You're finally free, Mrs. G. I'm gonna delete that video of your husband and picture of you on my phone. You don't have to worry about me sending them to anyone. In fact, you never had to."

"Thank you, master." She didn't sound as happy as I thought she'd be.

"Isn't that what you wanted?"

"It was" - she nodded - "but I don't want to stop being your pet. I meant it when I said I want to be your cum dumpster."