Give the Student What He Wants Ch. 04

He got impatient and clamped his other huge hand over my forehead. Pushing my forehead and pulling my hair, he could go faster, and did. Up down up down up down. . . It didn't hurt so much, except by reminding me of all the pains I already had. Faster yet -- updownupdownupdown. I knew he was cumming before he did, I think, but only by a little. Just as the first blast flew out, into my eager mouth, he let go of my forehead. I caught most of the cum in my mouth, this time, so I'd have some to savor. No need.

He was pumping his scorching prick, slowing down, but squeezing hard. My mouth and throat were ready for the second blast, but didn't get it. Instead, just as that cum was about to be launched, he yanked my head back, off his hard prick. Shot after shot of hot, oven-roasted cum flew into and coated my face. I couldn't see, and for one second my nose was blocked and I thought I couldn't breathe.

As he ejaculated that hot semen, he pulled himself out from under me, so he was now standing, pumping his cock all over my face and torso. I couldn't see him very well, and I wasn't sure if it was permitted to move, so I just lay there and watched. Where did it all come from? His balls were big, but all this cum --?

The spurts got smaller, and came out under less pressure. Abruptly he turned away. A moment later I heard the clatter of tableware in the drawer, and he came back with a spoon, which he shoved into my hand. "Here," he said. "Suppertime."

I knew what that meant. As he stood there watching, I spooned his cum off my face and body, and into my mouth. If you think it feels like a lot as it gets pumped down your throat, imagine scooping it teaspoon by teaspoon. I'm certain there was more cum on me and in me, today, than on my office walls that time last week.

Only last week! So much has changed.

By the time I finished, my Master was leaving. He paused at the door. "Do you have a cell phone, Bitch?"

"Yes, Master."

"Well, get another one. With a different phone number. You will give that number to me, and only me. Save your money, don't order voice mail. When I call, you will, without fail, answer by the third ring. Understood?"

"Yes, Master."

I felt the breeze from the door as it swung shut. I was still too sore to go out, so I spent the day cleaning up after our fuck session and trying to think about what kind of a gift I could give that would be anywhere good enough for my Master.