Such a Good Girl by Ms. Which Comments to: mswhich@hotmail.com I like pretty girls. Actually, that's not entirely true. I like girls, period. Especially young ones. Bright eyes, curvy hips, and the knowledge that they are young, and in control of the world. I like that attitude. I like changing it. Some men are content with their fantasies. I would venture to say that some men live their entire lives without realizing one single erotic desire. Just fucking their cow-like wives until they have a joyless orgasm, maybe once a month if they're lucky. Not me. I've never been content to just dream. I'm a man of action. I guess that in some ways you could say I'm a slave to my cock. I follow its desires, even when they are somewhat inappropriate. Or illegal. I don't know many other men who have three orgasms a day at the age of 42, though. So it all works out in the end. I am a high school teacher. Through the years I've had Melissa, Janet, Becky, Victoria, and Martha. I teach freshman-level English. I prefer it that way. This way, I get a girl when she's 14 and keep her until she's 18. It saves me a lot of trouble, that way. I usually spend at least two months teaching her how to properly suck my cock. You can say what you will about the declining morals of today's youth; these girls, at least, are innocent of sex. It thrills me, but it creates work for me as well. For they must be taught. I've had Martha for three years now. She's becoming quite the expert cocksucker. I'll hate to lose her next year when she graduates. But I've already got my eye on a few of the eighth-graders. Of course, it's hard for me to think about that when Martha's talented mouth is working on my cock. She's under my desk right now. She used to resist when I wanted her to suck me off at school. But she has been taught better. Martha's never quite been able to lose her gag reflex. I insist, however, that she deep-throat me. There's nothing quite like the feeling. It excites me, feeling her throat muscles spasm on my cock and hearing her gag. The sound of her gagging usually makes me want to shove my cock into her throat even deeper. And I do. She used to fight me. It was lovely; her hair swinging back and forth and her hands pounding fruitlessly against my thighs. For the first couple of months, I had to make her wear a ring gag so that she wouldn't bite down. It's made of rubber and fits over her teeth perfectly. It held her mouth open in a perfect O, and so it was impossible for Martha to bite down, or swallow properly, for that matter. Of course she still fought me, but I'm stronger than her. When she became too incalcitrant, I'd shove my cock into her throat until she could no longer breathe. Her frantic spasms and struggles were usually enough to bring me to orgasm. It was a lovely sight, watching Martha cough and choke for the next several minutes. She soon learned, though, and I was deprived of watching her struggle. She became quite an agreeable little cocksucker after a month of the ring gag. She doesn't even fight me anymore when I wrap my fingers through her hair and pull her tight down onto my erection. It must cause her great discomfort; I've seen tears of pain spring to her eyes. And she gags and gags; it's a reflex beyond her control and so I don't punish her for it. But she no longer fights me. When I tell her I'd like my cock sucked, she drops to her knees and instantly begins to use that lovely sweet mouth on me. I told her that she was to suck my cock until I was finished writing this account, but that by no means was she to bring me close to orgasm. I'll probably be here for two or three hours. Sweet Martha's jaw will be so tired. I'll make her suck it in the car on the way home, as well. And under the table as I eat. And while I'm watching the evening news. And as I grade my tests. Tonight I think I will allow her to bring me to orgasm twice with her mouth. She'd like to swallow more of my cum; this week I am permitting her to ingest only water and cum. It's Wednesday and poor Martha is getting so hungry. She licks and sucks at my cock every chance she gets. But I have been exercising admirable restraint this week. I like feeling Martha's hungry mouth trying to get me to cum. I like her moans of frustration. I chose Martha very carefully from all the girls in her freshman class. Her parents were separated, and her father had moved six states away. They were no longer in contact. Her mother was an alcoholic and spent half her time in prison and the other half in detox. Martha was a bright girl and took care of herself for the most part. It wasn't difficult convincing the child welfare people to allow me to become her sole caretaker. It never is. The first month was the most difficult. Martha was most incalcitrant. She was a virgin, and threatened to run away, to kill me, to report me to the police. . . all sorts of empty threats. I was forced to remind her that she had nowhere to go, and that if she left my home, it would be back to her alcoholic mother. I was willing to pay for Martha's schooling in college. Her mother, clearly, could not make the same promise. And so that sharp sarcastic mouth went to work for my cock. What I enjoy the most is having her suck my cock while I eat. I have Martha time it so that just as the last swallow of food enters my mouth, I cum into her mouth. It has a nice duality about it. Sometimes, like this week, I don't allow her to eat. Martha's lost about ten pounds since she entered my care. I prefer a more rounded look, but I find it incredibly erotic to allow her to eat only my cum. I can't give that up. Of course, Martha does more than simply suck my cock. She's got many talents, most of which were taught to her by me. She wasn't always so talented, of course. The first time I fucked her, I thought she would wake the dead with her screams. I'd tied her to the bed naked. At first I just admired this beauty I'd captured, defiant and terrified all at once, squirming and straining against her bonds. It was incredible. I could have fucked her right then, but I wanted to prolong the moment. I took the opportunity to discover whether or not dear Martha was at all ticklish. As it turned out, she was. Very ticklish. Painfully ticklish, in fact. When I brought out the feather, she turned a sickly pale white. Feet, knees, elbows, breasts, sides, hips, thighs, calves, neck, underarms, belly. . . no part of her escaped my white fluffy feather, now become an instrument of torture. She screamed and screamed. It was so nice. She twisted and strained in her ropes so much that I was afraid she would cause her wrists and ankles to bleed. After I stopped, she was still catching her breath, flushed bright red, when I entered her. I couldn't resist any longer. Beautiful Martha. Fucking her was just as good as I'd hoped it would be. She moaned and screamed so well. I couldn't have asked for anything better. I took my pleasure in her body for better than an hour. At the end, when I spurted inside her, she wailed miserably at the same time I shouted in pleasure. Another nice duality. I'm going to have to punish Martha tonight. I think she's about to disobey me. I told her.. not to bring me to orgasm.. but she's bobbing her head up and down so expertly.. I.. Jesus. She will certainly be punished tonight. Punished well. I suppose I can't blame her, though. She's starved. And I cum in great quantities. She's sucking me again already. Such a good girl. My favorite punishment is suspending her by her neck from the ceiling, so that she can stand only on the barest tips of her toes. Then I lick her clit and listen to her beg. She begs me to stop. She knows what will happen if she cums. But I have an experienced mouth, and she has a very sensitive clit. So she tries and tries to hold back orgasm, but it usually only takes half an hour at the most. I lick her until she cums, and when Martha cums she bucks her hips violently. Which lifts her feet from the floor. Which puts weight on the rope around her neck. Which tightens. And so sweet Martha is hanging from the ceiling, choking, turning bright red. I kiss her all over her belly and thighs and nipples while her hands claw at the noose around her neck. It's so nice feeling the ripples of her struggles under my lips. Martha can usually manage to maintain consciousness for at least twenty minutes. After I finish kissing her, I usually just lie back and stroke my own cock while I watch her struggle for air. It's so erotic. She's struggling desperately, pleading with her eyes for me to come help her. But I never cut her down until she faints. And I always cum before that. I stroke myself to orgasm while dear Martha is strangling in front of me. The rope burns are hard to hide. Martha always has to wear turtlenecks for a few days to school. I don't mind it. Martha looks good in high collars. In fact, she's wearing one right now, although I didn't punish her last night. She's deep-throating me again. I can hear her gags. Of course, not every day with Martha involves punishment. Often we just spend the day fucking. If I cum less than three times in a day, something is wrong. Martha wakes me up in the morning by sucking my cock, which continues into breakfast. I fuck her on the table or on the kitchen floor before I leave. Sometimes I have her go underneath my desk and suck my cock while I'm at school. Once we fucked in the girls' restroom during third period. Then at home after school. . . it's a wonder either of us ever gets any work done. For all of Martha's complaining and begging me to stop, she really does enjoy being fucked. She doesn't cum as often as I do (often because I forbid her to cum), but she usually has at least one orgasm a day. Of course, she would always rather me fuck her than suck my cock or be punished. But I need my erotic pleasures. And Martha is so very, very good at providing them. Whether she likes it or not. She's moaning now. I just flipped on the remote-control vibrator inside her. It doesn't touch her clitoris, so she won't cum. And she's forbidden to touch herself. She's making all sorts of lovely sounds now. And sucking my cock so hungrily. So very hungrily. I think poor Martha has forgotten herself again. It's only been 45 minutes since my last orgasm. I can feel another building. My thighs feel so tight.. my fingers are going numb.. Martha is going to be punished most severely this evening. Oh Martha sweet Martha My God. It's going to be difficult to let her go next year. She's got cum dribbling down her chin now. Such a good girl. She wants to go home now. I told her to continue to suck my cock before her punishment worsens exponentially. She knows better than to disobey. Sometimes when Martha has warranted a punishment, I just spend the evening spanking her. No paddles, just my bare hand. I have her lie across my lap while I put the radio on or watch TV. I can spank her for hours. Usually after an hour or so I have to tie her hands together to prevent her from trying to cover her ass. After two hours she's crying and begging me so loudly that if I want to continue to watch TV or listen to music I have to gag her. After five hours she is hysterical. I like her that way. She's a better fuck when she's hyperventilating. I often make Martha ride me in bondage. That is, I wrap her in rope from her hips to her neck, so that only her nipples are peeking out. I clamp little weights onto her nipples, gag her and blindfold her soundly, and insert earplugs. Then I make her ride my cock. The only thing she can feel is my cock thrusting in her, and the pain of the weights dangling on her nipples. If I'm feeling generous, I'll rub her clitoris with a finger while she rides me. When I do this, she usually has two or three orgasms before I cum. It's exciting to watch; she wants to lose control, bucking and twisting, but she can't due to the ropes, and she wants to stay as still as possible anyway to keep the nipple weights from swaying to and fro. My sweet Martha. I just turned the vibrator up a notch. I like keeping her frustrated. She's whimpering. One of my favorite things to do is take Martha out to dinner with the remote vibrator inside her. I activate it constantly, at random intervals. Once, when we were traveling on vacation ( I always take Martha on vacation with me), I turned it up to its highest frequency, and she sank to her knees and began writhing on the floor, in front of a very startled waiter. Vacations with Martha are always so exciting. For me, at least. I get to watch my highly-trained little whore fuck everything in sight. Last year, the first night at the hotel, I made her fuck the bellboy as a tip. I told her that if she did not appear to enjoy it, I would punish her. Although I don't think enjoying it was a problem for Martha. The bellboy had a long cock, and Martha came twice. I also passed out a business card to every attractive boy who gave Martha a glance. That night, about six of them showed up to the rented condo. I made her take three of them at once. One fucking her mouth, one in her ass, and the other fucking sweet Martha's pussy. Her eyes were wide and glazed and her breathing was shallow. It was beautiful. Later, I had Martha suck all their cocks. She swallowed so much cum that night. I was proud of her. Such a good girl. Martha is groaning loudly now. It's sending shivers down my cock. She's got me so deep in her throat that I can feel it when she moans. She wants to cum badly. I think that will be part of her punishment tonight. I'll tease her until she nearly loses her mind. Martha hates that. I lick her clit and suck at it until she's near orgasm, and then I spank her again for awhile. I can do it for hours and hours. Yes. That will be her punishment tonight. I've often contemplated, as added punishment, allowing one of the boys from school to come home and administer a spanking, fucking her afterward. For it to be real punishment, it would have to be one of the spindly-looking bookish boys. One that gets turned down by girls on a regular basis. One that fantasizes every night and wakes up every morning in encrusted sheets. I've yet to find the proper boy. It has to be someone we can trust. Martha will hate it. She'll have to see him every day in class and know that he knows what she is. He'll have the power of knowing that his cock was inside her body, controlling her. I like that idea. I think it's time to take Martha home. It's going to be a long night for her, and ever since I turned the vibrator on, her cocksucking has become noticeably less enthusastic. Her mind is preoccupied with the sensations coming from between her legs. Yet another thing to punish her for. She just took her mouth away from my cock so reluctantly. Such a good girl.
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