A Perfect Fit: Part Two
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Alaric’s girlfriend Lena worked at a clothing boutique, and when her hours and Master Kurt’s free time coincided, we went there. She was petite in stature, short blond hair, green eyes, slim and small breasted. She was dealing with a customer when we walked in, Kurt wearing army fatigues and t-shirt to reveal his muscularity. I wore a short skirt and tight blouse, following Master’s commands. Kurt was only interested in Lena because she was Alaric’s girl. I occasionally saw her in the on campus chatting with Alaric who towered over her small frame. She could well be submissive to his will, perhaps a willing slave in training, I speculated, except I didn’t know to what degree my student dominated his girl or understood the liberating dynamics of BDSM.
Ever since the incident at the pet store, Alaric took every chance he could get to stop by my office. He spread his legs on the chair opposite to me to talk about life and love and my soldier friend Kurt. I could see the outline of his hardening cock as he did so. Because I didn’t object, in fact I encouraged it, he became quite at ease, and said he had even talked to Kurt a few times over the phone and told him all about his girl and how she couldn’t get enough. Of course, Kurt told me all about Alaric’s excitement. And my fantasies included Alaric fucking me, which of course I revealed to Kurt, who found that amusing.
And I was intrigued by Kurt’s desire to seduce Lena, fresh prey, he called her, and I wanted to see if he had any chance in that direction. In the boutique, he told me to sit on the chair by a mirror and hold that larger butt plug securely in my ass, which he had inserted after a rough fuck that morning. Frankly, I wanted him to bone her good and hard because she was Alaric’s girl, and the boy was getting me hot and bothered in my office. He made innuendos about how far he wanted to go, how much he enjoyed putting the dog collar around my neck in the pet store, all nudges towards his own desire to fuck me, I think, with my master’ permission. Frankly, I wanted it. Students can be so irresistible, so horny and insatiable.
Also, after the pet store incident, Alaric had come to the office and said he wanted to be excused from writing the compulsory term paper. He wore a t-shirt with the logo “I eat Sushi” written on it.
“Why should I agree to that? How could you pass the course if you don’t write it?”
“Well, because I’m telling you to,” and he stretched out his legs and crossed his ankles, clenching his hands behind his head. He wore thick-soled black shoes, Doc Martens probably. “And Kurt said you would because you’re obedient and you like me. And you’ll pass me anyway.”
“Kurt said that?”
“Is he wrong? Remember, I collared you in the pet store.”
He laughed, leaning forward and crossing his arms on my desk, staring me hard and provocatively in the eyes. He obviously knew that he could get away with such boldness, for the barriers between us had crumbled. I stared at his biceps. He flexed them. You know you want to, Miranda.” His use of my first name sent a sweet and sharp pain through my cunt. Of course, I exempted him from writing the term paper and would grant him an A for the course. His cold blue eyes gave me a knowing look. He smiled, winked, and left after standing up first so I could see the bulge in his pants.
“See you again, soon, pet.”
His use of the word pet brought back the incident at the pet store. I wanted to see Alaric there again. And I wanted to see Kurt mount Alaric’s girlfriend in his bed and fuck that petite bitch senseless with his big dick, holding her arms above her head and maybe even teasing her with Alaric’s name as he opened her up and made her writhe under his power. Even better if Alaric knew about it, or saw it, but I wasn’t going to say anything. This was Kurt’s game; she was Kurt’s prey. I was the obedient observer, even if I joined in the hunt. Just as I had become a kind of game or fresh prey for Alaric, although it didn’t know if he even fully understood how far they could go, aside from the opportunity of fucking his teaching.
I clenched the butt plug, feeling sensations go up and down my spine. Needing to get fucked. Needing the sharp slap of Master’s hand on my ass. Kurt was physically training me, getting me used to gags and shackles, butt plugs and floggers, collars, hoods, bondage, even tit and clit torture. I was practicing deep throating on a ten-inch dildo, pliable and thick, sucking it in past the gag reflex every day. Keeping my body and spirit in shape for sweet degradation and ferocious fucking.
An enslaved cunt, which Master sometimes called me, although he generally referred to me as “it.”
It had ceased to be a professor when in the master’s presence, its other world, the world of obligations, friends, profession, family, etc., disappeared when it was with its Master, and it became just the Master’s possession, collared animal, or mere object, to do with as he pleased. And every day it lived in a kind of ecstasy of expectation.
Kurt fingered some blouses on a rack and whispered to me. “She’s one little fuckable doll, I’ll give her that. Getting a boner just thinking about her lips on my dick. She’ll be tight at first, but a perfect fit in the end,” he chuckled. Looking up, Lena was startled to see a muscular soldier fondling silk blouses. She didn’t know Alaric’s teacher, at least she didn’t recognize me, as she wasn’t in my class nor did she ever come to my office with Alaric, so I simply remained quiet, watching Kurt flirt with her.
He said he wanted to buy a blouse for his daughter and, as if it blurted out of her sweet little mouth unexpectedly, she said, “you have a daughter?” Admittedly, Kurt didn’t look like a fatherly type, but he was old enough to have a teen-aged daughter. Lena, Alaric had told me, had recently celebrated her 18th birthday, although she could pass for younger. Alaric was nineteen. I must say that I fancied swallowing his cum. Even daydreamed of two hunky students spit-roasting me in front of my master. Kurt bantered with Lena and asked why she was so surprised that he should have a daughter. How old did he look to her? Maybe he should have a paunch and skinny arms, he chuckled and stepped close to her as he fondled the blouses, almost touching her shoulder, close enough for her to smell his aftershave. She didn’t step back.
“Trouble is I don’t know her size. But I want to surprise her. She likes clothes a lot.” Then he said: “as a matter of fact she looks as if she’d be your size. Petite and trim, pretty like you, too.”
“Well, I take a small in these blouses.”
“You know, it would help if I could see you wearing one. Then I’d get a better sense of fit, you know what I mean. And color too. She sort of has your lovely complexion and her hair is shiny like yours too. What color goes best?”
Without hesitation and blushing with pleasure, she grabbed three blouses of different colors and went to the change room. Kurt playfully punched my shoulder.
“That little bitch will be sucking my dick within two weeks. I’ve got a fucking hard-on for her already. You think she noticed? I’m buying the blouse and will find out when she’s on duty again this week and I’ll come back for something else. First, I’ll chat her up, see if she has a coffee break soon. I can tell she likes me already, and she’s probably creaming her panties in the change room. My little fuck doll, my baby girl. I’ll give the little bitch to my friend Jamal, see how she likes a black buck. Stuff her fucking panties in your mouth; you’d like that, wouldn’t you, cunt? Soon, I’ll give Alaric permission to smack and fuck you, too. By the way, have you licked his boots yet, cunt? We’re going back to the pet store soon.”
The question struck me as rhetorical at the time. I didn’t know when such an event would ever happen or how, despite Alaric’s innuendos and pushing the envelope and my own fantasies. Kurt had not yet specifically commanded that it lick its student’s boots, although it had implicit permission to do so, and it wanted to, just to tell Master when it did.
And so, he engaged Lena’s attention and got her to smile and giggle. Throughout the patter and flirtation scenario, it could see the fresh prey weakening and growing interested, and obviously flattered that a rugged muscular soldier had taken a shine to her. So much for love and loyalty to her boyfriend. Admittedly, it was somewhat annoyed being ignored while it sat on the chair, and also jealous.
But it allowed itself to imagine Alaric unzipping in its office to reveal a demanding cock, and laughing. It allowed itself to imagine Alaric’s cock down its throat. Maybe he’d do that in the pet store on our next visit. As Master Kurt chatted with his prey, I clenched the perfectly fitting butt plug and soaked my panties. Pronoun correction: it clenched and soaked itself.
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