Gary was in the middle of Amy's daily punishment, when her mother stormed in. "Mr. Stevens, Mr. Stevens," he heard her shout from the doorway. "In the kitchen," he shouted back, laying another red stripe across Amy's arse, earning an approving scream from his young slave. Laura stormed into the room, stopping for a moment to admire her daughter's punished butt, which reminded her of her own spanking this morning. Gary noticed with satisfaction, that she already had her tits hanging out of her blouse, following the new dress code for females he had established in the Brennan household. He had been very precise, that his slaves always were to either expose their tits or their asses. "What's up, slut?" he questioned her, which brought her back to the reason, she was so enthusiastic.

"We've got a new teacher today, who might be a fine addition to your harem. Her name is Carolyn Mason, she's about 30, blonde, with an hourglass figure and a pair of probably 38DD's. I heard one of the male students say, she's got to be the hottest piece of ass at OSUC." "That's good news, slut. Do you have a picture of her?" "Unfortunately not, but you can see her profile on the college's internet page, although the photos don't show that much." "You did well, slave," he told Laura, handing her the riding crop. "I'll go and check her profile, and you finish disciplining your daughter. Give her another five, but take your time, so she really can enjoy it."

When he reached his private room, he was pleased to hear the crop whistling through the air, then the impact of leather on flesh, instantly followed by Amy's scream. After he was logged in, Gary went directly to the list of OSUC teachers, typing in the name of Carolyn Mason. Her photos really didn't show much, but what he saw was enough. She looked good, not a model-like beauty, but good enough to try her out. There even was a light slutty streak in her face, and he could easily imagine her, kneeling in front of him and begging him to use her like a whore. When he noticed, that she lived not far away, he decided to pay her a visit right away.

He changed into a pair of jeans and a sweater and went down into the kitchen, just in time to see Amy lower her frilly skirt, whimpering slightly, when the silk cloth came in contact with her freshly punished arse. He stopped her, raised the hem of her skirt and swatted her perfect ass. "Anything you want to tell me, cunt?" he asked her. Amy turned and smiled happily at her owner. "Thank you for punishing me and helping me to become a better slave for you, Sir." She clenched her thighs. Making her statement after being punished always made her so wet.

"You're welcome, slut," he told his toy, reaching out for her naked tits. He took hold of both nipples and pinched them harshly. "How many times have I told you, your nipples are to be hard for me all the time, you stupid cow? Am I demanding too much of you?" Amy felt a knot in her stomach, having failed to please her master. "I'm sorry, Mr. Stevens. I..." She couldn't finish the sentence, as Mr. Stevens gave her a full backhand across her face. "Sorry isn't enough anymore, bitch. Either your nipples are hard for me, or I replace you with another whore. There are enough obedient sluts out there, who gladly would take your place." Amy knew, that he was right. She hung her head in shame, whispering, "Yes Mr. Stevens." They both knew, she would never fail him again.

He walked over to Laura, took a fistful of her long blonde hair and kissed her hard on her lips. With his free hand, he reached underneath her short skirt and pulling her thong aside, began fingering her slit. She moaned into his mouth, while she pressed her cunt against his probing fingers. All too soon, he broke the kiss, telling her, how pleased he was with his little slave. "You were right about this Carolyn. She seems to be a real hottie. You two prepare dinner, while I take a first look at her." Then he leaned forward, whispering into the principal's ear, "If I decide to take her, I'll fuck you in all your holes tonight." Laura shook with excitement, silently praying, that Carolyn Mason would fit Mr. Stevens' taste. Before he left, Gary addressed Amy once more. "You'll keep your tits hanging out for the rest of the day, so I can see, how you keep your promises, slut!" "Yes, Sir," she answered, barely able to look at him.

The drive to Carolyn Mason's apartment took only ten minutes. He took the elevator to the third floor and knocked at her door. "Who is it?" he heard a deep, smoky voice from behind the door. "Mrs. Mason? My name is Gary Stevens. I'm one of Mrs. Brennan's students. She forgot to give you something today and asked me to bring it to you." As soon as she had opened the door, he immediately 'pushed' her several times. The next morning, Laura Brennan left the house with a sore ass, a sore cunt and a raw-fucked throat. Mr. Stevens had found Carolyn Mason very appealing and had rewarded her with an extra heavy fucking session, intensely using all her bodily features.

Happy and still a bit hurting, her face still glowing in the aftermath of their most satisfying night, she entered her office, telling Sally, to immediately call Mrs. Mason. Her owner had informed her about the scenario he had implanted in Mrs. Mason's mind, while he had visited her. Although completely oblivious on a conscious level, she would follow his script to the letter. She, Laura, was to inform Mrs. Mason that a certain Gary Stevens was obliged to do some extra work this afternoon. She would ask Mrs. Mason, if she would fill in for her and observe him, since she had some important things to do. As the new teacher, Mrs. Mason wouldn't be able to deny this favor to the principal. Then Sally would have another afternoon off, so Mr. Stevens would be completely undisturbed to spend some time with the hot blonde slut.

Carolyn Mason was glad, she had finally found a job at a nice college. The payment was okay, and she instantly had felt at ease with the principal, Laura Brennan, a woman in her late thirties. So when Laura, as she had insisted to be called, had asked her for a little favor, she had been glad to oblige. She had some paperwork to do herself, and it made no difference, if she worked at home or stayed a little bit longer. When she had reached the classroom, the boy, or rather the young man had already been waiting for her. "Mrs. Mason? Gary Stevens, I'm pleased to have you as my babysitter today, not some old grumpy guy." Before he had left her yesterday, he had erased all memory of him. To her, she saw him for the first time. Carolyn wasn't sure if she should feel angry or flattered. She decided to show no reaction. "Well, the sooner we start, the sooner we're finished." "Fine with me."

While she sat at her desk, she recalled his lusty stare, when he had looked her over from head to toe. Somehow, it was her own fault. Her top showed quite some cleavage, and her skirt was rather on the short side. She made a mental note, to be more careful with what she was wearing. At 28, she wasn't that much older than her students. She hadn't noticed before, but at a second look this Gary Stevens guy looked pretty good. Much more mature than your ordinary student. He had an aura of strength around him. He obviously was a guy, who was used to be in command. Too bad, he was a student. "Like, what you see?" His voice brought her out of her reverie. "What?" She asked puzzled. "Well you've been ogling me for quite some time now, and I was wondering, if you like, what you see."

Had it really been this obvious? "I am afraid, you got the wrong idea, young man. I was just looking into your direction." "BULLSHIT!" His fist came down hard on his desk. His sudden outburst, had her shaking with fear. "Don't be bothered," luckily he seemed to cool down, "I'm used to it. I just don't like to be lied to." Carolyn felt some relief, but the tension still was in the air. "Well... it's just... I mean..." The teacher suddenly felt very meek. "It's okay Carolyn," he soothed her, "You don't mind, if I call you Carolyn, do you? I mean, we're nearly the same age. Besides, you might be a teacher here, but you're not my teacher." His polite manners were beginning to put her at ease. "I guess, that would be okay."

"Of course it would. Now all you have to do is to admit, that you were checking me out." "What?" "DO IT!" Carolyn somewhat could feel his dominance. Although she was older than him, she felt meek in his presence. Besides, he was right. She had been checking him out. "Okay, okay. I have looked at you." His voice was calm, barely audible, when he spoke to her. "We will not go very far, if you insist to lie to me, Carolyn." Somehow his calmness, seemed even more threatening to Carolyn, than his former outburst. She felt like a deer caught in the headlight. No, she felt more like the prey of a predator, unable to move, unable to think, just sitting there, staring at him. "Okay, I admit it. I was checking you out. Are you satisfied now?"

"I am far from being satisfied," he stated. She had expected something like this. "First, I will return the favor. Why don't you sit on your desk, so I can check YOU out?" Carolyn knew, that this had not been a request. He had ordered her. She felt the tension, she felt his dominance. She knew, she shouldn't do it, yet she just couldn't help but to stand up, walk around her desk and sit on it. Unconsciously, she spread her legs, which not only caused the hem of her skirt to raise, giving him an unobstructed view of her long legs, but also giving him a glimpse of the black silk panties she was wearing. As soon as she had obeyed, the nice guy was back again. "Tell me Carolyn, how do you like it here at OSUC?"

"Well, there's not much I can say, as this is just my second day." "Already seen any hot guys... besides me of course." "Gary, I don't know..." "I cannot remember, that I allowed you, to call me Gary. It's Mr. Stevens for you," he abruptly interrupted her. The blonde teacher felt an irritating combination of fear and thrill rising within her, as if being reprimanded sexually aroused her. "I... I... I'm sorry Mr. Stevens. But I am a teacher here, and I'm not interested in a relationship with a student." Carolyn wondered, why she sounded so weak, almost submissive. "That's great. I'm also not interested in a relationship. I'm just looking for a good fuck." "WHAT?" Suddenly he rose and closed the distance to her desk, standing right in front of her. Being so close to him, she felt his dominance even more.

"Listen..." He interrupted her immediately. "No, you listen. I like the way you look. You know, I have a thing for big-titted blondes, who know their place, when they are faced with a real male. Do you think you fit into that category?" Gary watched bemused, how more and more of his programming kicked in. Yesterday, when he had visited her, he had implanted a strong submissive streak deep into her unconsciousness, which indeed was so strong, that she wouldn't be able to fight it. She would get more and more aroused, the meaner and more demanding he would behave. She would be drawn to him like a moth to the flame, unable to resist her new primal urges.

Carolyn felt a knot in her throat. She was unable to speak, although his behavior was unacceptable. Yet she couldn't deny, that his arrogance had lit a fire in her. It was wrong, it was sick, but it was there. She could feel, how she wetted her panties, desperately hoping, he wouldn't smell, how hot she was. But already he sniffled, smirking. "Ahh! I take this as a 'yes', although you lack manners. I asked you a question, Carrie, and you don't even bother to answer me. That's okay. I'm not interested into talking with you, anyway. I know a much better way you could use that hot mouth of yours." Carolyn shook as another wave of arousal ran through her body at his abuse.

She knew pretty well, what he was talking about. And she knew just as well, that she should send him to the principal and have him thrown out of the college for this. He had even called her Carrie, as if she was some stupid slut. She tried to confront him, look directly into his eyes and tell him, what she thought about his scandalous behavior. Yet she just couldn't withstand his piercing eyes. "I asked you, if you know the correct place for big-titted blondes, Carrie. Tell me or show me, it's upon you." His voice was cold. Yes, she knew her place. Slowly she descended from her desk and carefully got down on her knees in front of him. A wave of pleasure rushed through her entire body, when she knelt and looked up at him.

This was her place, on her knees in front of a real male. She searched his eyes for any kind of approval, yet she found nothing but arrogance. Of course! He was used to force women onto their knees with just one look. "So far, I know that you are blonde, and that you know your place. What about your tits?" Carolyn whimpered. She was hotter, than she had ever been in her life. She felt like she was starting to get addicted to his abusive behavior. Slowly she began to unbutton her dress, until she was able to pull her breasts out of her half-cup bra, putting them on display for inspection. "Now that's a pair of hooters," he said, his approval almost causing her to orgasm.

"Why don't you get my dick out and blow me, to make it nice and hard, so I can give your boobies a solid tit-fucking?" Her hands shook from her arousal, when she fumbled with the zipper of his jeans. She gasped, when his cock finally sprang free. She had given occasional blowjobs to her friends, returning the favor, when they had gone down on her. She was pretty sure, that Gary... Mr. Stevens would never go down on a woman. To him, women existed solely for his pleasure. She shuddered, when she felt, that even this thought made her hot. She could neither believe it nor deny it. She even couldn't fight her feelings. She was soaking her panties, just from kneeling before him, opening her lips and engulfing the head of his cock in her mouth.

Nothing she ever had experienced came close to the turmoil she was in, when she was blowing... no... serving this cock on her knees. Yes, she was serving this cock. She was in total worship of this cock. That was another hot thought. "Hm, I thought you would have some experience, when it comes to sucking cock," he chided her. Mr. Stevens didn't seem to be satisfied with her service. She put all her heart into it, going down on the cock, until its tip hit the back of her throat, then pulling back, her lips closed tightly around it, sucking on it, letting her tongue glide along the underside. "Ah, that's better!" Her heart beat faster. She was pleasing him! Her determination grew. Taking a deep breath, she moved down again, ignoring her gag-reflex, taking this wonderful cock into her throat, until her nose was buried in his crotch.

When she moved her face backwards again, he spoke to her. "I see, that you try hard at least, and I appreciate your efforts, but you have to work on your technique, Carrie. I expect much better service next time. Do you understand?" She whimpered, when she nodded her head. His comment had felt like a slap to her face. She was almost crying, that her feeble attempts of pleasing him, were so inferior to his standards. Luckily for her, there would be a next time. "Now let's see, what we can do with your hooters. They seem to be big enough for a good tit-wank. Set them to work." She took his dick out of her mouth, as it was of no use to him. "Yes, Mr. Stevens," she whispered, hoping her tits were of more satisfaction to him.

She set to her task with devotion, grabbing her tits at the sides and engulfing his manhood in her cleavage. His precum and her saliva provided enough lubricant, so she began to move her upper body up and down on his prick. "Not bad," he commented, "put a little more pressure to your boobs." She did, hoping her tits would be more pleasing to him, than her sucking skills. Her heart swelled with pride, when he patted her head. "Now that's much better. You're a natural born tit-wanker, Carrie. With fuckbags, like yours, you should be. And with some practice, you should become a good cocksucker, too. I guess, Laura can teach you a trick or two."

Laura? He couldn't mean the principal. Mr. Stevens grinned down at her. "Don't tell me, you're surprised. I thought, you were smarter. Didn't I tell you, I like big-titted blondes, who know their place. Well, Laura and her daughter definitely are big titted blondes. And with a little encouragement from me, they know their place. They are great cocksuckers by the way. I think you should pay us a visit tonight. We have dinner at seven. You bring the wine, Laura and her daughter will cook, and I will provide my three sluts with a nice protein drink for dessert."

"Speaking of whine. I like to hear my sluts whine, when I use them. So, why don't you get up, bent over your desk, and I'll check out the depths of your ass. Are you anally a virgin, Carrie?" Carolyn Mason was overwhelmed with feelings of confusion, anger, fear but most of all of arousal. The other feelings were there, they were strong, but her entire being was dominated of unbridled lust. Mr. Stevens, this... male was a devil. Yet all she could think about, was to throw herself at his feet, begging to be used and abused, pleading to be allowed to serve him, however he desired. Getting up, to stand, how he had ordered, she was barely able to speak, when she confirmed, that she was a virgin back there. "I thought so. So the whining should be no problem," he commented.

He swatted her ass, hard. "Thrust out that big ass of yours, whore, and beg me to fuck that round butt." She had her orders. Shaking from fear and anticipation and lust and arousal, Carolyn arched her back, pushing out her beh... ass and started to beg. "Please Mr. Stevens, take my anal cherry. I beg you to use my virgin ass for your pleasure. I'll be so grateful, if you let me be Carrie, your anal whore." Carolyn heard herself begging like a slut. Although she still wondered about her behavior, she knew, that she had meant each word exactly as she had said it. She wanted to be anally raped by this animal, wanted it more than she ever had wanted anything in her life.

She knew, it would hurt, she expected it to deeply hurt, but she also knew, that servicing Mr. Stevens, pleasuring this virile brute by offering her ass to him, to do with it, whatever he liked, would bring her more pleasure, than she could probably imagine. She felt hungry, hungry for the relentless use of her body. Being reduced to a mere sex object, was what she lived for. She was a toy for Mr. Stevens, and she desperately wanted him to play with his toy. Carolyn already whimpered, when she felt his hands on her ass cheeks, pulling them apart and positioning his cock at the entrance of her backdoor. This didn't prevent her from pushing back, wanting nothing more than to feel him fill her empty ass.

She wanted to be brutalized, to be anally raped, for the simple reason, that she knew, he would like it. She was his fucktoy, and her ass was his playground, and that was all that mattered to the sex-crazed blonde teacher. She didn't care, if he fucked the principal and her daughter, she didn't care, that she had no respect for herself left. She even wouldn't care, if he fucked every single female at OSUC. Hell, he could have a whole harem of groveling female sluts, all begging to be used by him. All she cared about was, that he'd use her to his liking, that he'd draw pleasure from her body. When he slowly entered her tight backhole, she screamed out from the pain and the lust of finally being used.

Slowly but steadily he pushed into her, until he was completely buried in her butt. Nothing had prepared her for what she was feeling at that moment. Tears were running down her cheeks. They were tears of pain and tears of unbelievable joy. Carolyn felt like she had not lived before this moment, when she had Mr. Stevens' glorious member deep in her ass. "Such a big round ass, and yet so tight", he growled, before he spanked her right ass cheek. "Relax, slut," he ordered, "I'm gonna widen your anal chute now." Slowly he began moving his member back and forth in her ass, increasing his speed, when he felt, that she was beginning to adjust to his size. He loved the way she whimpered and whined, while still meeting his thrusts, fucking him even back. The need to please him overwrote all other feelings, she might have had. Once again his device had provided him with a perfect fucktoy.

The only thing, Gary regretted, was the fact, that she already was his third blonde. He liked blondes, but he really should look for some variety, maybe a hot Latina or a black chick, definitely something exotic to ad some spice to the menu. A big-titted Geisha would also be nice. Yep, the Brennan household could use a young Latin Maid just as well as an Asian exchange student. It was cliché, but so were big titted blondes, being turned into sex crazy sluts. And Gary liked to keep things simple, especially his fucktoys. Which brought him back to the blonde slut before him, who in the meantime was vigorously fucking him back with her round ass.

She did such a good job, that he felt his explosion wasn't far away. And the best way to finish off, still was to cum in a slut's mouth and then bathing her face and tits in his goo. Just the look of those whores, adoringly looking up at him, while they were covered in his seed, often was enough to get him hard again. He swatted Carrie's ass and pulled out of her anal chute, ordering her to kneel before him. The nastiness of the situation, sucking the cock, that just had been deep in her ass, almost made the blonde teacher cum. She was able to deep-throat him this time, which filled her with nasty pride, when she suddenly felt his manhood throb in her mouth.

She prepared to swallow, eager to gulp his glorious seed down her throat. To be allowed to drink from this cock, who had mastered her so thoroughly, would be her ultimate fulfilment. Carolyn came the moment his first spurt hit the back of her throat. Nothing had ever tasted so sweet, than the nectar coming out of Mr. Stevens' manhood. Carrie wanted it all, yet he had other plans. He suddenly pulled out of her mouth, his continuously exploding cock splattering her face, hair and tits. This was even better. He was bathing her in his cum. She wanted to wash her face in it, rubbing the exquisite ointment into her skin, yet he ordered her to remain still, until his cum would dry on her body. She still was kneeling on the floor of Mrs. Brennan's office, when he was long gone. On her way home, she bought three bottles of the finest wine, her heart beating up to her throat, when she thought about the upcoming events of this evening.