I was always pretty ordinary. Okay haircut, slightly off teeth that didn’t require braces but were just a little crooked, crushing on girls who would never give me the time of day. My uncle was an inventor though, and that made things interesting. Mainly studied brainwaves and stuff, I never payed much attention. Until he showed me the watch. It looks like a watch. It functions as a watch. It even ticks like a watch. But it also has the power to control people. Something about making them highly sensitive to suggestions or orders. I don’t know how exactly it works, I just know he ran down the basics for control and told me to do some live testing with it. And I was happy to. If I didn’t my French teacher wouldn’t be deepthroating me.
She didn’t even gag on my cock as she took the entire length. Her tongue was furiously swirling around the shaft. forcing me to moan in ecstasy. Oh it definitely worked. I had been fantasizing about this for a long time. She was a young teacher, and as hot as they come. Natural blonde hair, deep blue eyes,and a serious ass. I didn’t think it would work, so I started off slow. Pointed the watch at her at the beginning of lunch when nobody was in the room and told her to give me an extension on my homework. “Why?” She asked in a dreamy voice. ” I don’t want to do it.” I said. “Alright that’s fine” she said. I kept the watch on her. “Stand up for me.” She wordlessly followed my command. “Strip. And make it sexy.” This time I think I saw a bit of a smile as she took her sweater off, revealing a set of gorgeous double d’s in a lacy black bra. Her hips moved back and forth as she slowly worked the pencil skirt down her glorious thighs. It finally settled to the floor and she was left in front of me wearing nothing but matching bra and panties, and high heels a little too tall to be school appropriate.
She was getting ready to unclasp her bra. “Stop. Give me a lap dance.” I ordered. Another smile. Maybe she was enjoying this. Her entire demeanor had gone from teacher to stripper. Her steps towards me were slow, giving me plenty of time to look up and down her body. No tan lines. Stubble just above her crotch. Hips and ass that swung back and forth with every step. I locked the door and sat down to enjoy the show.
She bent down in front of me exposing her cleavage. Put her hands on my knees and slowly ran them up my legs while rocking left and right, her breasts swinging hypnotically. She stopped just short of my crotch. She was close. Close enough for me to feel the heat of her breath on my face. Close enough for her fingers to trace around the tip of my boner, teasing me through my pants. Close enough for her to feel me shaking with anticipation. But she was a tease. Took a step back almost immediately. But she wasn’t shy. “Should I take more off?” She asked in that same dreamy voice, that added an air of innocence to the whole thing.
“I wanna see your tits.” I ordered, with the watch pointed at her. Her bra was on the floor in seconds. Her boobs were even better than I imagined. Cute and perky nipples that almost seemed to be making eye contact with me. Perfect curves “Keep dancing. I wanna feel your ass grabbing my cock.” She complied. Taking long strides towards me until she was standing right over me, tits in my face. She crouched down and worked her hips back and forth over my dick. “You like that baby?” She asked seductively. “So much” I moaned. I was ready for the big show. “Get on your knees and suck my dick.”
She did exactly as ordered. Kneeling down in front of me, she unzipped my pants and pulled out my rock hard erection. Her hands moved over the shaft, up and down, stroking my cock. She licked her lips in anticipation and put the head in her mouth. My god if their is a heaven it’s exactly what her mouth feels like. She started sucking slowly, still jerking the shaft, gradually going deeper down. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I shoved her head down. She took it like a champ, maintaining deep eye contact the whole time. Her tongue whipping over every inch of my cock. Her hands hard at work cupping my balls and jerking whatever just wouldn’t fit in her mouth.
I grabbed her head and stood up, ready to really take control of the situation. I started to fuck her face like it owed me money, going back and forth, in and out of her hot wet mouth, hitting the back of her throat with every thrust. I kept doing this until I felt myself ready to burst. “Get ready for the money shot slut!” I yelled, reveling in my new power. She did as she was told, taking my cock out of her mouth and jerking it off until the biggest load I’ve ever shot in my life sprayed all over her tits. I sat back down, completely spent. Had to give her one last order though. “Clean yourself up and get dressed. Any time in the future I tell you to do something, you do it. And in private you will refer to me as master.” Her chosen method of cleanup was to lick the cum off her generous breasts. “Yes master.”
Will there be more of this?
This premise sounds pretty similar to a story I’ve read by Nadia Nightshade.