My Queen's Prerogative

STOP! There's a previous story to read first!

Make sure you check out these (in reading order):

• The Lioness of Montgomery Chp. 01



• The Lioness of Montgomery Chp. 02

Or if you're not in the mood, here's a recap!

Professor Sarah Mills is a 48 year old Algebra Professor who's spent the past months exercising her bondage libido during office hours and even under the desk in the classroom. The voyeurism had paid off with gushing orgasms, until a bratty 19 year old student, Jessica Kemp, walked in on Professor Mills with a ball gag in and dildo stuffed between her thighs. Oh... and Sarah's long time internet dom has turned out to be another 19 year old student, Justin Sales.

Having made promises to meet Friday to both her new chosen Dom Justin, and Jessica who, with an unknown cohort has black mailed Sarah into submission. Sarah must choose carefully her next moves as her new found Dom, her career, and reputation is at stake.

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My hand twisted around my dirty slut's blond ponytail over and over till her hair pulled hard on her scalp, but she never made a sound. Not that she could make much of a sound with my long ribbed pink strap-on dildo stuffed in her mouth. I looked down my slender frame as I pulled her thick lips upppp and downnn my hard dildo cock.

"That's right, my fat fuck, suck your queen's cock!" I commanded. I felt my jagged, dirty blond hair frame my face as I looked down on my slut. My right hand circling my right nipple that stood tall on my perky small tit. I bit my lip and giggled as I held my slut's mouth down on my strap-on and felt her heave and start to gag on me. I wiggled my orange dildo left and right in her forced spread lips and watched her eyes squint and tears come out the sides as the panic filled her.

She could stop me, of course. My slut was easily three times my size. She was a large woman, with each of her huge breasts bigger than both my thighs and an ass needing three times the space as my stickly thin butt. No, she didn't stop me because she knows her queen doesn't give her desert if she's been a bad girl.

I pulled her throat off my dildo and watched the stream of saliva pour from her mouth as she heaved in air.

"Hehehe," I giggled aloud. "Aww... is my fat baby giving up? Huh?" I spoke in baby talk.

"No..." She panted. "No my-"

"What was that, slut?" I said smacking her left cheek with my right. "What did you fucking say?" I smack her, again.

"N-No, my Queen. No, my Queen," She stuttered catching her breath. My left still wrapped around her pony tail.

"Oh, I'm sorry, slut," I said with bite to my voice. "Are you telling me 'no'?" I smack her cheek, again, turning her head to the side by her hair. "Is that how this fucking works?!" I smacked her left cheek with the back of my hand.

"I'm sorry, my Queen."

I slapped the other side of her cheek, again, "you're sorry? Sorry for what?"

"I'm sorry for being a fat, stupid, slut who needs your guidance, my Queen," She said. Her face becoming flush now as she balances on all four like a dog.

"Mmmm hm hmm, you're getting smarter, my fat whore," I smiled at her, inches from her face. I pinched her cheeks as I did so. "...open your mouth." She opened her thick red lips for me as I knelt in front of her. "Suck on your Queen's tongue." I stuck my tongue out and slowly slid It between her lips.

I felt her lips close around my tongue as I pushed it deeper into her mouth and pulled it out slowly before pushing it in, again. Her lips squeezed on my tongue, pulled on it, as I tasted her sweet strawberry chap stick. I licked the roof of her mouth as I pulled out.

"Jerk off your Queen's cock like a good slut," I told her. Instantly her right hand moved to my flopping orange strap-on dangling between my thighs before her. Her tiny hand gripped the thick shaft and pulled down on it and dragged messily back up. Each stroke spreading her spit along the tip and shaft. I pushed my tongue back between her lips as I felt my heart begin to pound faster. The soft butt of the strap-on massaged my moist, shaved pussy lips as she stroked my dildo. As she tugged on the tip, I felt the briefest jolt on the tip of my clitoris that shot my eye brows high and made me giggle with my tongue still in her mouth.

"Mmmm good slut," I said as my right hand moved to her fat left breast that swayed underneath her. "Goood fucking fat fucking whore you are... keep jerking that dick..." My thumb and forefinger rubbed on either side of her thick bumpy nipple, before they clamped down on it hard.

"Oww, ohhh, ow.... Ohhh!" My slut cried out.

"What was that, cow?" I twisted her red nipple pulling down and stretching her out.

"Thank- ohh... Thank you, my Queen," She groaned panting as I watched her hips begin to rock forward and back. I smacked the sides of her tits making the knock into each other. I smacked her nipples making her fat tits bounce up into her face and still her stroked my shaft. I felt my face begin to get flush as my hips flexed it toe with her strokes on my dildo.

"Mmmm....Yeah? Are you my little cow slut? Huh?" I said biting my lower lip with my face inches from hers. I pulled on her left nipple now. Pinching, mashing, twisting, I grinded her nipple raw. "Am I going to have to milk my slut's utters dry?"

I knew her nipples were her sensitive spot. I watched her eyes roll back into her head as her fat thighs began to shake and a thin layer of sweat matted stray strands of hair to her bangs.

"Y-y-yess, my Queen," she grunted. "Milk your fat cows utters... yess, my Queen, please..."

My breathing became erratic as I found it hard to keep my eyes open on my slut. I knew she was close to cumming. I had made her cum countless times just from her over sensitive nipples. But she didn't deserve it yet. I released her nipple and rubbed them softly for a moment. As she gasped and whined, trying to control herself. I slapped her hand from my strap-on and stood up, giggling. I felt light headed as I walked around her.

I looked at the heart tattoo that was stretched wide on her lower back. The faded dove birds tattoo behind her earlobes. My slut was older than me. Maybe 28 or 29, while I was still only 19 and a sophomore in college. My tattoos of musical notes on my neck and a red treble clef on the small of my back were still fresh and full of color.

"That was a close one..." I rubbed my right down the small of her back and around her ass. She knelt on all fours on the stained motel carpet as she faced the door. "Was my fat whore about to cum without her Queen's permission??" My hand rubbed down the curve of her wide left ass cheek.

"Mm Mm," She hesitated. "Yes, my Queen, I'm so sorry. Mm. But I didn't. I-"

SMACK

I slapped her ass cheek hard making her yelp as she puckered up. I looked down and saw a small red hand mark on her large shaking ass cheek. "It's not the act that is punishable, but the intent, my dearest," I whispered sweetly in her ear.

"Mmmhmmhmm..." She trembled through closed lips. "Yes, my Quee-"

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!

"Ahhhhahahaa!" My slut cried out as I slapped her ass cheek raw. Her fat ass bouncing and shaking with every smack.

"Have you had enough?"

"Yes, my-"

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!

"Ooooh! Oh god! Oh god!" She bit her lips as her entire ass turned red and raw.

"Hehehehehe," I giggled. I kneeled behind her and blew cold air on her stinging ass cheeks. She cooed as her ass swayed in front of me.

I leaned back and gripped the base of my orange strap-on. On my knees, I lined the head of my cock up with her shaved thick pussy lips. I slid my left hand down to her pussy and felt it slick with goo that poured from her pussy. Her fat ass shook with excitement as my fingers brushed over her pussy lips and clitoris, doing a brief rub before I fed the head of my cock into her hole. Both my skinny arms and hand moved to either side of her massive hips as I jerked her ass back on my ribbed dildo and she felt it tear into her.

"Arg!" She groaned like the whore she was. My pink and purple finger nails dug into her ass cheeks as I forced the long dildo deeep inside her gaping hole. She threw her head back as I went all the way in. As I pulled out to the tip and thrusted in hard a second time, her arms shook as her forehead fell to the floor. "Ohh ohhh! Ohh God! Fuck your slut, please!" She begged. "Fuck your fat fucking slut, my Queeen!"

I reached down with my right hand and grabbed a lock of messy hair and violently jerked my slut's head back. Her tits heaved forward as her mouth hung open wide and her eyes stared at the ceiling. "You think you can hide from me, you fucking whore!?!" I shouted down on her.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!

My left smacked her left ass cheek as I pulled on her hair fucking her used and pink twat. My cock pounded her hole harder and harder.

"Ahh! Ahh! Oh Jesus!!" She screamed through strained vocal chords. "Fuck me, Queen, fuck me!!"

I looked down and saw the glistening ribbed dildo covered in her juices as it disappeared inside her over and over again. Each rib caught on her pussy lips and pulled with every thrust. She squeezed like a good slut on it as I pulled out.

"Fuckkkk!" She moaned as I released her hair. "P-please can I cum, my Queen? Please!?"

I felt a hot slush building on my side of the strap-on as I pulled out and thrusted in faster. The stimulation on my clitoris was bringing me closer to the edge as I heard guttural moans turned strained. I realized that I won't be able to keep myself from cumming much longer.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!

"Fucking cum, whore!" I yelled. "Cum for your Queen!"

SMACK SMACK SMACK

"AAahhhhhhhh!" She cried out as I felt her fat ass bounce on my skinny pelvis. My orange dildo pounding her fucking pussy hard that a her entire body jiggles as I penetrate her.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!

"I'm cumming Queen! I'm cumming!!!!"

I didn't stop my thrusts until her body went limp. My orange cock buried inside her used twat. My hands rubbed large circles over her large ass cheeks over and over. Her face rested on her hands on the floor, exhausted. I pulled my shaft out of her and she cooed.

"Mmm... do you want your desert, love?" I asked.

Her head perked up and she sat back on her knees, "Mmm, Yes, my Queen."

I pulled on the two metal fastener on the straps of my strap-on. And let it fall to the floor as I walked out of it. My slut assumed her position. She grabbed her own wrist behind her back and sat back on her knees looking up on me. My right grabbed her frizzy pony tail as I guided her open mouth to my dripping pussy. I felt her lips lock around my clitoris instantly. She nuzzled the hood of it back and I felt her thick lips make direct contact on my clit.

"Ooooooohh..." I sighed as my knees half way gave out. "Suck that fucking clit baby, good girl."

Her tongue made fast laps on my clit again and again over and over. Every lick made my heart jump and doubled its speed. My breathing turned into a pant as my pussy worked left to right on my slut's mouth. I used her for my pleasure as I giggled and panted and twirked on her mouth. I looked down and saw my juices dribbling down her mouth, her chin, her neck as her eyes looked up at me and begged. My shoulder length blond hair hanging around my cheeks. I grinded my pussy up and down on her mouth and she stuck her tongue out like a good slut. I felt her tongue push up inside my pussy and nearly came right then.

"Mmm mm mmm mmm mm m mm mm m," I panted. My eyes closed. Eye brows went high. "Suck that pussy suck that pussy, yess...."

It became a wild, messy drag as I rode her face hard. My juices covering her lips and tongue. She groaning into my wet cunt. My pussy fucking her face harder and harder. My breath scattered and intermittent.

"Oh... oh...." I held my breath. "Aaaagghhhhh!!!!"

I came so fucking harder my muscles spasmed and tensed as I held my slut's face to my cunt hard. My slut opened her mouth and swallowed as my pussy released a white milky cum. She swallowed it eagerly as my body continued to seize on her before finally relaxing.

I laid on the bed that was still freshly made and untouched. My slut crawled up to me on all four and laid beside me under my arm, her head resting on my taut stomach.

"Did I do well, my Queen?"

"Very well. You learn very quickly, Amber," I said petting her hair.

"Are we going to be able to meet Sunday, too? I'll get the hotel room-"

"No," I said. "I've got an assignment due Monday."

"In what, my Queen?"

"Algebra, the stupid one," I said.

Amber's head popped up some and she looked at me. "With Professor Mills?"

"Uh huh," I said admiring my nails. "Why?"

"Huh, nothing, she's the Professor I work for- as an assistant," Amber said slowly resting her head down.

"Really?" I said surprised. "She's kinda a bitch. Not funny. Not helpful... though... those leggings and low cut tops get me wet every morning..."

"Mmmhmm," Amber replied.

"Have you ever messed around with her?" I asked curiously.

"No, not at all. I've heard well-"

"What?"

"Well, you know how she never has class on Friday afternoon and she doesn't have student hours..." Amber hesitated. "I heard her a couple weeks in a row, and I've seen things in her drawer. Ball gags, dildos... Every Friday at the same time she gets off..."

"Really..." I said with a smile on my face. "Good, my slut..."