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pushing their way inside my tiny boycunt, watching as i stretch around them and cry out. hushing me sweetly but getting more excited at the sight of tears in my eyes.

my fantasy of the day:

spending the night with your owner, because you haven’t been sleeping well lately, and they know just how to put you to sleep!!

“c’mere pup, let’s get you some melatonin to help you go to bed on time tonight.” you protest, but only slightly - as fun as it is to stay up with your owner, you know you need your rest.

“open up-” they gently hold your jaw as they place the tablet on your tongue, and softly run their fingers through your hair as it dissolves in your mouth, leaving behind a fruity taste.

only moments later, you’re snuggled up against your owner, their chest against your back, as the drowsiness begins to set in. all the while your owner is softly tracing their fingers through your hair and over your skin.

just as you’re on the verge of sleep, you feel their fingers make their way up to your mouth. just a finger or two, gently tracing your lips or softly pressing against your tongue, but not enough to wake you from your sleep-hazed state. you’d much rather stay cozy where you are, nearly drooling over your owner’s fingers at this point.

the fingers in your mouth stop for a moment, but are almost immediately replaced with their other hand, as the first slips under your waistband with slick fingers gliding over your tdick. you let out a small, sleepy gasp at the sensation.

“shhh, it’s alright pup, go back to sleep. i’m only helping, remember?” your owner coos with a gentle kiss to the back of your head. the fingers in your mouth massage gentle circles across your tongue, while the fingers at your crotch gently stroke your tdick, back and forth.

before long, you notice you’ve been softly whining and panting in your sleepy daze. maybe you’ve even began sucking on the fingers in your mouth or rutting against your owner’s hand without realizing. but just as you’ve nearly fallen into a blissful sleep, you feel the fingers that were rubbing against your tdick glide down, and then into your already soaking cunt.

you gasp once more as you feel your owner’s fingers slide into you, gently thrusting and massaging how it feels best. it’s hard to do much in this sleepy state other than whine and moan around the fingers in your mouth.

“shhh, it’s alright pup, relax. there ya go~ such a pretty, sleepy mess-” your owner coos once more as the fingers inside you slow down, just to add their thumb against your tdick. their fingers curl inside you as their thumb massages in circles that feel so good, almost helplessly moaning and drooling over the fingers in your mouth as you cum over your owner’s hand.

feeling them thrusting deep into your throat, their breaths shortening, you can feel them getting more frantic, you're tapping pathetically at their thighs, trying to hold their hips back, but their hand has an iron grip on your hair and effortlessly holds your head locked in place as they piston faster down your sore, stretched throat. You manage to take a breath as they pull back and attempt to get out a "please" but they shove you back down and just say "shh... save your breath... I don't want you to pass out until you feel my knot swell in your mouth and my cum fill your stomach"

You let out a choked sob as they thrust a few more times before grabbing your hair with both hands, pushing you down on their cock, your nose pressed hard against them. You gurgle as panic sets in, trying to shake or turn your head, push away from them, anything to get another breath in, but to no avail. Their knot swells behind your teeth as they shoot a load so deep in your throat that don't even have to swallow.

So how about a slime creature that grows when it's placed in water?

At least, that's what it said on the website. Or… what you thought it said on the website? The whole thing had been in Latin, you'd had to use a shitty translation app to help you navigate buying the slime.

Which had maybe not been the best idea.

This story was inspired by a conversation I had with @oddartistagain (their deviantart, their Patreon).

She's her village's last hope, she knows. Marauders were already there, promising to rain death and destruction upon the villagers should they not do as they're said.

They lived in fear for three whole days. In that time the marauders looted their houses for valuables and took all supplies, leaving the villagers without food. Now they were enslaved, forced to work for the marauders or suffer the consequences. They blocked the main gateways and there are four or more of them patroling to make sure no one escapes.

But she's always known how to sneak around, though. She knew the best places to harvest wild garlic, mushrooms and berries in the forest, she knew which herbs helped with a cough and how to move unseen.

And so she managed to sneak out of the village to get help. She's standing at the crossroads at the border of the forest. The fastest way to the next bigger village where she could get help was to go through the deepest part of the forest, but she'd have to pay the trolls for them to let her cross the path. The other path lead around the forest, but that would take at least the whole day instead of only a few hours.

Normally, she'd take fresh, soft bread with her to pay the trolls, but she didn't have anything now, the marodeurs took all of it. She didn't have time to collect a basket full of ripe berries either, she didn't even have a basket.

She'd have to beg the trolls to let her pass, promise she'd pay them later. But thinking about her family now she knew she had to take her chances, so she took a deep breath and started walking deeper and deeper into the forest.

She knows exactly when she enteres the trolls' territory. It got darker, even though it was still noon, all sounds seemed to be subdued. The ferns grew larger here and there were Will-o'-the-wisps confusing you, should you be unfortunate enought to strumble into this part of the forest at night.

You never know when the trolls will stop you, but they will. She's nervous, alert. Looking left and right without seeing anyone, anything. And then she's stopping. Maybe this was a bad idea, after all. She should turn around and walk back, take the route around the forest but- she's come so far already.

Her family needs her, her friends need her. She nods to herself and starts walking again.

"Taveler, stop", she hears just as she crosses a creek. She obeys. It isn't wise to disobey the trolls. This is their land, after all and they can make sure you never find a way out of the forest if they so wish.

The troll sits on a stone nearby, pipe in hand. He's wearing a loincloth and has straps around his massive chest, which is normal. It is summer, after all. He looks at her with interest, clever eyes scanning her form for any weapon she might have on her.

He inhales the smoke and puffs it out in rings, "you wish to cross the forest on our path?", he asks.

"Yes", she answers evenly. "I wish to reach Zwick to get help for my village."

"Why do you need help?"

"Marauders came and took over the village, they took the women and children prisoners and stole our belongings. They eat our food and leave us with nothing."

He nods. "They're doomed should they enter the forst", he promises and the trees creak in the wind, leaves rustling as if they wanted to confirm what he said. "What will you give me as payment?"

"I don't have anything", she whispers.

He stands up, toweing over her and making her flinch.

"Oh, but that's not true", he says.

She should've turned around, this was a bad idea.

"I can't let you pass without payment", he says, puffing smoke circles out of his nose before grinning.

"What- what do you want?", she asks and shudders at the way he bends down to look at her.

He humms deep in his throat. One of his chunky hands reach out to tug at the neckline of her dress, causing one of her breasts to fall out. He takes her nipple between two fingers and rolls it.

She's shaking and she isn't sure if it's from fear or embarassment. He exposes her other breast with his other hand and weighs them in his hands. Then he takes a step back, she doesn't dare to move or cover herself up.

He looks her up and down, eyes lingering on her exposed tits, hard nipples in the colder forest air, "this will do just fine as payment."

Surely, he can't mean-! "Huh?", she breathes out unsteadily.

"So, will you pay me?", he asks and she knows she has to. It's this or never finding a way out of the forest, ever again.

She gives her consent, "yes." It's quiet, but it's enough for him.

"Take that dress off, human", he commands.

She does. She loosens she laces on her dress before letting it slide down her body. Her slip goes next, then her underwear until she's bare before him, the rushing from the creek is deafening and his eyes are boring into her form.

"Surely you want to get help for your village as soon as possible, right?", he asks.

"Yeah", she answers, looking up at him.

"Better rub that human pussy, then, or you'll never be able to fit my cock inside. And your payment will be fulfilled only if you take the whole thing up your cunt."

She's shocked at the brute words. His loinscloth is being pushed aside by a massive, hard cock and he's looking at her lustfully.

"Come on", he says and sits down again. "You can make yourself useful and suck it until you're ready. Kneel."

She walks over to him on unsteady legs and kneels between his knees. She feels the moss under her knees. His cock is right in front of her face like this. It's heavy and hot, of dark color and very erect.

She darts out her tongue to lick the shaft and wraps a hand around his girth. His balls are bulging and she shudders at the thought of how much cum he'll release into her. She already knows he will.

One of her hands reach down between her legs to rub her slit. There's no way she'll fit his massive cock inside of her when she's not wet, so she rubs her clit. He decides to help her along by taking her tits into his hands again, flicking the hard nubs and tugging at them.

She feels wetness gather between her legs and spreads it with her hand while the other pumps his shaft. She closes her mouth around the tip and sucks him off, trying to gain as much time as possible. In the back of her mind she knows she should hurry, but she'll also have to satisfy him so she can pass.

It doesn't take long before she can taste his precum on her tongue. Her own ministrations have made her sopping wet, but she still feels a pang of fear when he pulls her mouth off of his dick.

"That's enough", he decides. "Turn around."

Once she's facing away from him, he guides her until she feels his thick cock at her ass. He rubs it against her, sliding it through her crack. But then his hands are at her waist, lifting her up.

Her breath comes out short and ragged when she feels the mushroom tip of his massive cock sliding through her slit until it presses against her opening.

For a few seconds she's suspended mid-air, anticipating his cock to enter her and then he starts to lower her onto him, impaling her on his hard rod.

She's moaning loudly as he enters her, stretching her out until she's fully seated. He chuckles and reaches around her to play with her breasts. He isn't fucking her, which irritates her further. She's trapped like this, sitting on his cock while he plays with her tits.

She whines and tries to move and he chuckles again, "right", he says. "You have a quest to fulfill."

And then he lifts her by the waist and slams her down onto him again and again and again, jostling her breasts. Her cries of Oh, oh, oh must be echoing all the way back to her village, she's sure.

But the embarassment is pushed aside as she feels something different build up inside of her when he ups his pace, fucking her harder and faster. Her high pitched cries mix with the sounds of the forest.

With a final thrust, she comes around his cock, eyes fluttering shut. Her orgasm takes her to unknown heights and she feels his shaft pumping spurt after spurt of troll seed into her until it spills over. She slumps back into him, feeling exhausted and so full that she mewls when he lifts her off of his dick to set her on the ground, where she promptly falls to her hands and knees. Her pussy is still clenching around nothing occasionally.

She sees him lighting his pipe again, puffing out smoke like nothing happened while she's still on her knees before him, naked and dripping his cum.

"Go on, then", he says casually. "You payed. You can cross the forest undisturbed from now on. Until you come back", he promises.

She didn't miss the way he said it. She knows that she'll never again be able to pay this troll with fresh bread or berries, should she want to cross the forest.

With heavy limbs she puts on her dress again. She feels his cum running down the inside of her legs all the way to Zwick, but she reaches the village well before the sun sets.

Inspired by this post.

Letting things vanish isn't as hard as you'd think. Of course, an apprentice needs a lot of practice, but they'd be able to learn it within a few weeks.

You didn't know this at first, of course. But he's been watching you. You sit at your usual spot at the café with your books. Sometimes you come here to stury, sometimes just to read or to watch the people come and go.

And he watches you. Thinking about all the things that could disappear in you. Like his cock in your pussy. He knows you probably wouldn't like to get hit on... but maybe, there's another way.

He studies magic. The best real magicians of the country teach at his school. He just started, all he can do yet is to move stuff with his telekinesis, read a few seconds of the future, basic spells. But he's getting better fast, becoming the best of his class.

And you are his motivation. Crazy, right? But it's true! He studies very hard. And then finally, he's skilled enough to fulfill a fantasy of his. He practised at moving things from one place to another. Here and then, in the blink of an eye, it's somewhere else. He practised until he can move an object to a location so exact that even his teachers have been impressed.

He's in the café. A small sized buttplug is in the bag he brought with him. Can you imagine where it will end up? He puts the backpack on his lap to hide his growing erection. Then he opens it, reaches inside and smears some lube on the plug.

Concentrating very hard, the slippery plug disappears from his hand.

You squeak when it suddenly fills your ass. Your breath comes out in pants, all muscles clench, including your sphincter. It clenches hard around the base of the plug. A plug that wasn't there a moment ago.

Now is not the place to panic, you tell yourself.

You never had anything up your ass before, had you? Poor thing. Filled so suddenly. Lucky for you he chose a small plug.

Maybe if you never come here again, you'll be safe? That's what you think when you rush home and lock yourself in the bathroom to examine what's been done to you.

In the mirror you can see that the base of the plug is jeweled. You clench again. Your pussy got wet from walking home so fast with your ass stuffed full. Do you think he knows?

Will the plug disappear again? Probably not. You'll have to pull it out yourself. Your body is already accustomed to the intruder. You still want it gone, of course.

You take a deep breath and pull, moaning a little bit when the widest part slips free.

You avoid the café for weeks. But still, you're curious. The feeling of the plug inside you wasn't... horrible. You could put it in again; maybe you have.

One day you go back, sit in the same spot again and nothing happens. I bet you're disappointed now, are you? Slut. You keep coming back.

And the small plug doesn't stay the only thing he puts in you. The next time is about three days after you come back. A small sized plug again. Then a medium sized when you stayed put with the small one in for an hour. A medium one again. And again. You collection of buttplugs grows.

A big one, but not while you're at the café. It suddenly stretches your ass wide one night while you're studying at your desk. You get so aroused now, your pussy's dripping wet. You sit with it inside your ass for as long as you can stand it.

The plugs are always lubed up, always high-quality. You can't tell anyone of course. What would you say? Butplugs keep apprearing inside my ass? No way. So this has become your dirty little secret. You orgasmed more than once with a plug deep inside of you and your fingers rubbing furiously at your clit.

Tonight will be different.

You're studying again at your desk. That's why you don't notice the rope sneaking at you like a snake. It's fast and efficient and before you know it, the rope wrapped around your wrists, pulled them behind your back and fastened. Next your clothes disappear, you're sitting naked at your desk. A blindfold materializes.

The way you don't scream for help tells a lot about how you've been trained to be like this. How you accept this new thing happening to you.

You expect a plug to appear inside your ass, not a cock. But a cock is what you get. With a swoosh of air, you're on his lap, his cock inside you without even pushing in. He sits in your chair now.

He moans into your ear from behind you when you clench at the sudden intrusion. The cock is bigger than the biggest plug you had in you in the last few weeks and now you realize what's been happening. He'd trained your ass for this, so he could fuck you. Fuck your ass. You can't even see him.

He holds you by the waist as he starts to move you. His cock is inside your ass balls deep. He pushes you upwards so it slips free before letting you fall down onto it again.

It's an incredible feeling. You're so full. The friction is so, so good. You moan.

He chuckles, "I knew you'd like this, slut." He moves you up and down his cock faster. "What other girl would just accept the plugs I kept appearing in your cute, right ass, huh? Only a slut."

"Like I had ah- ah-", you moan when he starts pushing up into you at the same time he loweres you onto his hard, thick member. "Choice", you ground out. He starts playing with your nipples and slowes his pace.

"Right", he says and tweaks a nipple, making you squeak. "But still, you liked it. I could see it in your eyes and face. You trained leaving it in. You kept squirming in your seat while it was inside you, stretching you out for me. I saw it. Only I knew there was a plug deep in you."

The mental image makes you moan again. He knows. Of course, you should've known this.

He stands up, taking you with him, impaled on his cock as you are and bends you over your own desk. One hand on your back holds you down while he starts fucking you in earnest, pistoning in and out of your ass at a fact pace.

He reduces you to a moaning mess in no time. His thick cock is doing incredible things to you. You come two times during this fuck. And then, at last, he pushes in all the way and stays still while his semem pumps into you.

The second his cock pulls out, a plug appears. "Wouldn't want to waste a drop, would we?" he asks.

When you don't answer, he tweaks your nipple again and starts playing with the base of the plug.

"Of couese not", you say.

"Good girl", he praises you. "Leave it in for at least an hour", he instructs. Then he's gone, together with the rope and the blindfold. You sink back onto your chair, it's a mess of juices. You're naked, your pussy's dripping wet, ass full.

He will be back.

I met him by chance. He's oh, so handsome. Well mannered and polite. I said yes immediately when he asked me out with that gorgeous smile and those dark eyes.

I didn't know what I got myself into.

I put a lot of work into my outfit and make-up, because he was a real gentleman. I wore a dress... not that it would've made a difference if I'd worn pants anyways.

He picked me up at my apartment perfectly on time and took me to a nice quiet restaurant. A favorite of his, he said. The food was spectacular.

That's where it started. While we were talking about everything and nothing, enjoying the food and the atmosphere, I felt as if something brushed my nipples.

It startled me.

"Is everything alright?", he asked with a furrowed brow, ready to ease any discomfort - or that's what I thought, at least.

"Yes, yes of course", I said and smiled, even when the sensation didn't stop. It only got worse. It felt as if someone was circling my nipples with their fingers, pulling them, rubbing them until they were hard.

I'm sure he could see the hard nubs through my dress even in the dim light of the restaurant, but he never said a word.

I breathed a quiet sigh of relief when it finally stopped.

My panties were soaked though and I rubbed my thighs together for some kind of friction. Damn this, I must be really desperate to imagine my nipples being played with in public.

I didn't get a long break though, before the rubbing, touching and pulling at my nipples started again. This time though, that wasn't the only part of me that was being touched and there was no way in hell I was imagining this.

I felt something brush the inside of my thighs. I pressed my legs together, breath hitching, but to no avail. The touch didn't stop.

Whatever it was down there was invisible. I could feel it and not stop it from toughing me.

"Excuse me for a moment", I said and went to the bathroom. The sensation never stopped. The... whatever it was, was now touching me through my panties. Not hard, just a light touch, a teasing stroke through my soaked panties, a presence at my cloth covered hole.

I whimpered, tried to get it to stop but nothing worked. Determined not to let this stop me from my date, I went back and we ordered desert.

His grin was predatory when he suggested the desert. Especially when I agreed.

He ordered tiramisu for two and two glasses of wine to enjoy.

"We can get coffe, too" he said and smiled at me. In the dim light his eyes were almost completely black. So deep and soulful.

I surpressed a moan when- oh. Whatever it was, it was now directly at my pussy, no barrier left. My breath stuttered again.

A hot, heavy, hard and distinctively bare cock nudged my nether lips apart and pressed against my entrance.

My breathing started going faster in fear and anticipation.

"Are you enjoying this?", he asked and I gaped at him.

Did he mean the desert or did he know what was happening between my legs? He grinned at me.

"Go on", he encouraged, "you can tell me."

"Yes", I breathed.

The cock slid in an inch or two before stopping, not filling me completely. My pussy clenched around the thick head. My nipples were still being played with.

The sensations was incredible. Nobody could see how the dick slowly started to fill my pussy to the brink, balls deep. Nobody could see my nipples being pulled and pinched.

He could, though. I was sure of it now. His pleased grin didn't hide anything. Was it his dick in my pussy? Bare and hot and thick?

"What-?", I pressed out just as the dick pulled out completely, only to slide back in a second later.

"You like that, huh?", he asked and leaned forward to whisper "whore."

My pussy clenched and he huffed a laugh, "I knew you'd like this. I hope you have enough self restraint, or you're going to embarass yourself in public."

I moaned quietly. The dick spreading my pussy picked up speed, fucking me in a still quite slow rythm, getting faster. I heard wet sounds coming from between my legs and wondered if my pussy was speared by something invisible or if you could see the dick moving inside my hole.

"Now that I know you love this, imagine what places you're going to get fucked", he murmured. "It could be anywhere. Your holes are now always accessible."

He grinned when I had to bite my lip to keep quiet. The cock was now fucking me in a punishing rythm, hard and fast and I was sure my body was being rocked by the hard strokes.

"How about a dick sliding into your ass while you're at work? Would you want to be lubed up for that?"

"Y-yes please", I whined.

"Yes you want the lube or yes you want the dick in your ass?"

Oh god, am I thinking clearly? Did I just agree to this?

"Tell me slut", he said. I was wondering if other guests could hear the way he talked to me. But there I was, getting fucked in public. That made me a slut, right?

"Both", I panted and he grinned.

"Good answer. Maybe we can train you to take a dick in each hole if you're this eager."

We? Who was we? Which cock was in my pussy right now?

But I couldn't think about it. I felt an orgasm at the base of my spine, my vision was getting blurry with pleasure and my eyes fluttered close. I gripped the edge of my seat when I came, bright hot powerful pleasure washed over me.

My pussy clenched around the dick hard and I felt it spurting thick ropes of cum into me before it stopped moving without pulling out.

"Now", he said while I was still recovering, looking around us discreetly to makes sure nobody saw me orgasming in the middle of a crowded restaurant. "Eat the tiramisu, it's very good. The dick will stay inside you. You need to be trained to cockwarm, so you better get used to it quickly - there's always someone or other that needs to be warmed, be sure of it."

I just gaped at him. "What do you mean? What does that mean?", I asked and sat up, feeling the dick in my pussy twitch at the movement.

"It means", he said and paused to smile at me, "that there will probably be no time where you won't be stuffed to the brink in at least one hole from now on."

hey nonnie!

I'm sorry you had to wait since 2021 to get an answer to this <3 ˙◠˙ I hope you're still around. But this ask aged like fine wine. Buckle up, guys, Miss Clarence is on the way do your dorm rooms. Make sure you're wet and ready for her!

The Slut Academy: Miss Clarence's Instructions

Content Warning: free use

Ever since Miss Clarence told me she'd take me as her personal pet if I do good on my exams, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I couldn't stop thinking about the way she touched my tits. Lauren and I practiced breast play on each other regularly now, because of course Miss Clarence was right: it was an important part of the finals. We have to be good at it.

And the best part about it was that we could cockwarm while doing it. Two things at once. Having to concentrate on Laurens tits while being stuffed with my biggest dildo for half an hour, or an hour even, was the sweetest torture. Of course, it was good training, too.

Of course, tonight is no different. I have a medium sized plug in, but paired with the dildo I'm sitting on I feel thoroughly stuffed. Lauren is doing homework, so I'm kneeling under her desk. Her tits are out, of course. She's cockwarming a knotted toy and keeps shifting around on it. Knotted toys are new for us, using them is a new program the Slut Academy created. I have no class with them this semestre, but one is scheduled for me in the next. The first time I saw Lauren with one in our room, my eyes bulged. I was a hot mess by the time she had worked it into her tight hole, her needy moans and huffs made me all hot and bothered. It still has that effect on me. Imagining the thick knot in her greedy little hole makes both my holes clench around the toys stuffed into them.

"C'm on," comlains Lauren. I lost concentration and stopped sucking her tits.

"Sorry," I say and blow on her nipple. She shifts again on the knot. I fasten my mouth to her tit again and decide to help her along. The hand not occupied with teasing her right nipple sneaks between her legs. I rub her pussy lips in a teasing manner, stroke aorund her clit without touching it. Her hips start moving and I see her starting to lift, to fuck herself.

I push her hips down firmly with both hands. "No," I say and she whines. She isn't supposed to fuck herself on the length of the toy, she's supposed to keep the knot in. She has to stop squirming or she'll never pass the course.

When she settles, I start flicking her nipple with my tonue agian and tug on the nipple clamps on my own. My hips have started to rotate, seeking friction from the toys in my holes. I'm allowed to do that, but I startle when I hear a sensual chuckle next to the text.

It's Miss Clarance. "Good girls," she praises us. "How long have you been sitting on that, Lauren?"

"A-about an hour, Miss Clarance," says Lauren and I can see a gush of her arousal seeping out of her. "She's been sucking my tits for just as long," she adds.

Miss Clarance makes a pleased sound. "Don't stop", she instructs. I do as I'm told and keep sucking and pulling Laurens nipples and play around with her tits. I can hear Miss Clarance walking. She's behind me and reaches between my legs, feels my stuffed holes, flicks my clit and I moan loudly.

"Good girl", Miss Clarance praises me. "I hear you got almost all A's, is that right?"

"Hmmhm", I moan.

"It's true. Only one B", Lauren says, breath shaky.

Miss Clarance reaches around my body and grabs my tits in her hands, sueezing lightly before massaging them. "The B is in what class?" she asks and pulls both my nipples forward with the chain between the clamps.

I release Laurens nipple with a wet pop. "It's in french kissing, Miss Clarance."

"Why?"

"I was paired with a boy that just failed rimming", I grumble.

Miss Clarance laughs. "Poor you", she says. "No matter. I got you to be my pet over the holidays. And if you're good, over the next semestre too. Do you like that, slut?"

"Yes, Miss Clarance!" I mean it. Miss Clarance's body is a dream come true. I can think of things so much worse than worshipping her perfect tits every day.

"Good girl", she preaises again. Lauren shifts on her knotted toy. Even if the cooing and the praising isn't directed at her, I know Miss Clarance's sensual voice is doing something to her. That, and I started sucking her tits again. Miss Clarance never told me to stop and I know she likes her girls obedient.

"Come to my office in an hour and I'll clip my tag onto your collar. No orgasms 'til then, you hear?"

"Yes, Miss Clarance!"

"Prepare yourself to be calling me mistress from now on. And make Lauren cum, she looks as if she might combust if you don't", she chuckles as she leaves our room.

I redouble my efforts, graze Laurens nipples with my teeth and roll the other around between my fingers while the other hand slides to her pussy. She's so wet it gushes out of her around the thick knotted toy. I slide my fingers around her ruind hole, making her whimper.

It's a powerful feeling, seeing her like this. Blissed out and whining at my hand. But Miss Clarance told me to make her cum, so I will. I reach her clit with my hand, flick it and start rubbing. Slow, at first. I know she's close to being overstimulated already. She's edged for an hour before sitting on the know and has cockwarmed the toy ever since. I know she's so fucking desperate.

It doesn't take much to make her cum. A strong suck, a few harder stokes and she throws her head back and arches her back so far I fear she might fall off the chair. I can see her pussy clenching around the knot - fuck, what a sight. I'm excited for next semestre, when I'll be instructed to to this thing, too.

She bows forward after a moment and I catch her in my arms, uncomfortably aware of my stuffed holes and clamped nipples. No orgasm for me, tho. Clear instructions.

I stroke Laurens back as she recoveres and gingerly lifts herself off the toy. I give her ruined pussy a few soft strokes, spread her wetness around and help her to the shower.

We shower together, all while I'm stuffed. When we're done, she's sufficiently recovered and smirks at me.

"Jeez, no wonder you got an A+ on your last breast play exam", she chuckles. "Have fun with Miss Clarance. I heard she likes to break her pets in as soon as she gets them so... I won't wait up."

I pull my clothes over my clamped nipples and stuffed holes and make my way to Miss Clarance's office, brimming with anticipation.

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All of you really, really wanted another part of the Slut Academy! Some of these asks are three years old or older. I'm so sorry.

As part of requirements, students must be good at breast play. The new girl realizes she isn't when a female teacher asks her to touch her, so Lauren and a couple friends offer to help 'teach' her after class.

I hope this finds you well, and don't worry if you don't write anything. Have a great day! ♡

hey there, nonnie! Thank you for sending in this ask. It took me a while, but I really like this idea :D

It's not that long, but I hope you enjoy it!

The Slut Academy: Tits out!

Content Warning: free use, public

Miss Clarence has beautiful tits. She taught my first class on hand jobs. After practicing on Dodge, I even got an A and she fucked me with her strap as a reward, told me I've been a good girl for getting a straight A on the first try.

She always wears these see through blouses. Her tits bounce with every move she makes, nipples erect and on display. It drives the guys crazy, because she only ever lets girls play with them.

She orders me up front and pulls her blouse up so her tits fall out. They bounce a bit. I'm at perfect height with them, kneeling in front of her.

"Worship them," she says and starts teaching her class.

I slide my hands up her ribcage up to the swell of her breasts. I cup one, weighing it in my hands. They're the perfect size, perfect firmness. I give the nipple a tweak before rubbing over it with my thumb. I play around with both of them for a while, tweaking and pulling her nipples, fascinated with the way they bounce when I pull a nipple taut and let go. I knead them, lick them.

My own nipples are straining against my uniform blouse. We don't wear bras of course. I'm even wetter than I was before. Lauren ate me out this morning while she bounced on her dildo. Win-win for both of us. She loves eating pussy. She does it like her life depended on it.

"Use your mouth, slut," instructs Miss Clarence. "Breast play is all about variety."

I obey. I swirl my tongue around one nipple and suck before letting go to gently blow air on it.

"Yes, good slut. Keep going."

I use my teeth on the other nipple. Lauren told me not to be too gentle. Appartently, Miss Clarence likes some pain. She hisses when I bite down on it. Not too hard of course. I know I'm not doing a perfect job, but it seems to work out.

I play with her tits for half an hour before she tells me to sit down and orders another girl to keep going. It's a sight to behold. Seeing that other girl kneeling in front of her, touching and sucking those gorgeous tits. I surpress a moan when I sit down again. I made such a mess.

Mr Edwardson had me put in a big plug this morning after breakfast. He said good sluts had to be able to take big plugs and big cocks at any time. He praised me for my wet pussy, used my own slick as lube and pushed the plug in. He instructed me to wear it the whole day and that he'd collect it after dinner.

After class, Miss Clarence comes up to me. "You did a good job. But breast play is really important for your finals. You should practice at least once a week. I expect you to worship your room mate tonight. Both holes filled, nipple clamps on your tits. Understood?"

"Yes ma'am," I say. She reaches into my blouse and grabs one of my tits to fondle it. It feels so good. Her warm hand is working magic. She slides her thumb over my nipple slowly, purposefully. When she pulls it suddenly, hard, I moan and clench down hard onto the plug deep in my ass. I could come from this, I know it. She chuckles. She knows it, too.

"So responsive," she murmurs. "Maybe I should take you as my personal pet over the next holidays. After that you won't be having a problem with breast play ever again." She smirks at my blank face and stopps playing with my breast, to my disappointment. "Hurry up now, slut, or you'll be late to your next class. And I want you to have A's and B's only, you hear? Otherwise you won't be chosen for a teacher's pet position.

I stumble out of the classroom and hurry to my next class in complete disarray. "I see Miss Clarence found a new favorite," comments Mr. Clark. "I don't think I have to check if you're wet, do I?" he asks amused. I shake my head. No. I'm dripping.

I sigh in relief when Mr Edwardson finally takes the plug out of my ass. He doesn't even fuck me after that. Just collects his plug and sends me on my way. Lauren and one of our friends are in our room, both naked.

"There you are," Lauren exclaims. "Ready for some more tits?"

"Oh, yeah," I say. Both of them have beautiful breasts. I strip and let Lauren attach my nipple clamps. They have tiny bells on them, chiming whenever I move. I stuff both my holes like Miss Clarence instructed, kneel down again and reach for Lauren's right tit, fastening my mouth to Viola's left.

I get an A+ on my next breast play exam.

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this is insane! I'm glad y'all are here with me :)

The Slut Academy: Following Rules

It is my first tunnel plug day today. Lauren will have to help me get it in, because I struggle even with the normal ones. Before I came here to the Slut Academy, I've never had anything up my ass. My first monday with a plug was the longest of my life. I was allowed to use a really small, metal plug that Lauren lubed up really good, but I could feel the cold intruder the whole day.

To train me, Lauren pulled it out between lessons and lubed it back up so it would stay slippery. Teachers and students could see me squirming but because I was new and not used to having that hole stuffed, they let it slide. I'm glad they did. I saw guards, teachers and tutors check students plugs by pulling their skirts up or shoving their pants down. One male student didn't obey the rule, ass empty. He sucked or licked each and every guard he encountered that day. A punishment tag was added to his collar, marking him as a toy for everyone.

My flatmate is a marvel, she helps me with every new task. I'm now able to push my plug in myself and I moved to a bigger one, but the tunnel plug is especially big, of course.

I'm watching her right now, fucking myself with my normal plug to stretch my hole. She's on her knees, having lubed up her tunnel plug and asshole. Her sweet pussy is all wet, like the good, slutty student she is - always ready for a fuck. And she's popular, too: her grades are high and she gets fucked regularly, sucks dick and licks pussies with enthousiasm. I'm glad she's my flatmate, I can learn a whole lot from her, starting with deeprhroating and ending with edging.

She has pushed the plug in a few inches already and I watch fascinated as it slips in, inch by inch. She struggles a bit at the widest part, so much wider than mine, but it slides in with ease at last. She wriggles her butt and moans and I can't help but lick her pussy a few times, tasting her.

She moans again, but pushes me away after only a few licks. "Come on, we'll have to get yours in or we will be late to spanish class. Ms Densin won't be pleased, then. You can practice licking pussy later."

No, she won't, I know. Ms Densin is a really good teacher. Stern, but fair. She has a whole array of small dildos in her bag, randomly choosing students to fuck each other with them. She has students pull out their plugs to stuff their asses with the dildos instead, but as of now, I've never had to do that. I'm not sure if I even could without Lauren's help.

I kneel, my normal plug is in. She's leaning over me, her erect nipples skim the skin on my back. "Good girl", she whispers as she pulls my plug out and smears more lube through my crack, pushing a single finger into my ass slowly. I feel a plug next. I don't know if it's the tunnel or a normal one.

"Head down", she instructs and I lay my forehead onto the ground, sticking my ass up for her.

"Good girl", she praises me again. I get wet whenever she says it. She starts playing with my pussy while sliding the plug in and out of me slowly, pushing a tad deeper every time. It gets wider and wider and I struggle to keep still, but Lauren slaps my ass. I take a deep breath and mewl when I feel the slippery toy sliding all the way in.

"Beautiful", she says. She gets up and gatheres her things while I straighten and moan because the toy moves inside of me.

"Thanks, Lauren", I say and smile at her.

"No problem, cutie", she replies, pushes up her skirt and writggles her bare, plugged ass at me. I do the same, just for the delight of it. My pussy and ass both clench, I'm wet but I know I can't do anything about it until much later, after the classes when we go and study together. Maybe instead of maths we can start with oral today. I don't think so, because Lauren Is very dedicated. Strictly "work first, then pleasure."

"Come on", she says and I grab my bag and follow her. We leave the dorms, walking over to the building where we will have our spanish class, but a guard stops us just as we reach the entrance.

"All plugged up, sluts?", he asks.

"Yes, sir", we reply in unision. We know what follows, he doesn't even need to prompt it. Lauren and I go over to the wall, spread our legs and push our skirts up before putting our hands on the wall. This position gives the guards perfect access to check if we follow the rules, especially if we're wet.

I feel him coming up behind us. He checks Lauren first. She winks at me, I see him sliding a finger through her pussy, gathering moisture before pushing it in deep. She sucks in a breath when he adds another finger and starts pumping them in and fast. He pulls them out just as fast, though and checks the plug.

"You can go", he says and Lauren takes her leave without me. She'll inform Ms Densin about out checkup.

The guard slides his hand up my leg, feeling my arousal. He chuckles. "Had fun with your classmate before school, huh?" he asks.

"I wish", I reply, making him laugh for real.

"Poor slut", he pushes a finger into me as well. My pussy clenches. "You're the new one", he says. "Hadn't had much up there, huh?" and with that he pulls the plug out a little bit while adding another finger to my cunt. I moan and press my forehead to the wall.

He slides the plug back in and pulls his fingers out of my pussy. "Good girl", he says. "No go to class."

I obey. Ms Densin hasn't started and I hurry to get to my seat. She pulls out her famous array of dildos and calls a students to the front. He's plugged up, but not with a tunnel. "Breaking rules again, Dodge?", she asks and raises a perfect eyebrow.

"I'm sorry", says Dodge. "I forgot."

Ms Densin sighs. "Go back to your room and push the biggest tunnel you can find up that hole, Dodge, I mean it. I know you can take it after you were punished in the breeding stocks."

He leaves the room. "Well then", she says. "Lauren said you have been checked by a guard", she says and looks at me.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Very good, come here and bring your book." She gives out most of the dildos, making sure she can see everyone fucking themselves under their tables.

I move to the front and bend over her desk so that I can still take notes. She starts her lesson and occasionally plays with my pussy.

I'm on edge the whole time, but since Ms Densin doesn't care at all, I have to take notes and do the exercises in the book to make sure I won't fall behind the other students.

She squeezes some lube directly into the tunnel while we all work on worksheet 3 in silcence. The only noise are the wet sounds from the ones that still have to fuck themselves with the dildos. Moaning is strictly forbidden.

Then something is being pushed into the tunnel and a second later the tip of a cold, small glass dildo is pushed even deeper into my ass. I struggle to keep from making any sound.

This continues for the rest of the lesson. Ms Densin slowly fucks my ass with the toy through my tunnel plug, occasionally dripping some lube into the tunnel, the cold substance hitting my insides. I don't moan once. Lauren and I practiced this, since we both need a better grade in spanish.

"Do you think she should be rewarded?", asks Ms Densin.

Some of my classmates raise their hands, some nod.

"She didn't moan", Carol says and Ms Densin nods in agreement.

"Her pronounciation is really good", adds Bob. He never stops slowly fucking himself with one of Ms Densins toys.

"Alright", says Ms Densin. She puts one of her hands between my shoulder blades to keep me down, pushes the toy as deep into me as it goes and reaches around me to stuff my pussy full of her fingers. There's at least three inside me right away.

"Be loud", she commands and I let out the moan I've been holding for so long. Long and loud, making some other students whimper. "Don't you dare cum until I tell you to."

I can feel my orgasm building, but I won't cum. I won't cum. I won't cum.

"Come for me", Ms Densin says and all my holes clamp down, my hips buck off of the table and my legs shake with the effort. The orgasm is so strong that I get a tunnel vision just before my eyes flutter shut. I'm panting. Ms Densin pats my ass and pulls her dildo out of my tight hole. "Good girl", she says.

"Which one of you pathetic sluts came as well?", she asks. Some raise their hands. There's no reason to deny it, she always knows. "You didn't have permission", she says. "You will be punished accordingly."

Ms Densin checks my tunnel plug, making sure it's still firmly lodged inside of me, before she closes her lesson. I meet Lauren at the door. She smiles proudly at me and grabs one of my ass cheeks.

"I knew you had it in you, I bet you'll get a whole grade better now."