Chapter 6: You've More Than Earned Your Reward

Continued from chapter 5:

I suckle her fingers, coated once again with her arousal.

“Mmmm, I like that. Can I taste where it comes from, you know, as a proper thank you for the blazing bare bottom you’ve just given me?”

A wicked smirk plays across her lips as she considers my pleading request. After a moment, she nods, slowly withdrawing her fingers from my mouth.

“Very well, my eager little pet. Since you asked so sweetly...”

She stands abruptly, forcing me to stumble to my feet. With a firm grip on my hair, she guides me to my knees before her.

Her other hand makes quick work of her skirt, shimmying the expensive fabric down her toned thighs to pool at her ankles. Her panties quickly follow, and soon she’s not wearing anything, her glistening folds now mere inches from my face.

“Go on then, Ero,” she purrs.

“Put that clever tongue of yours to good use. Worship Mommy like the devoted **** you are. And if you do a thorough enough job...”

She trails off, leaving the promise hanging in the air.

“I’ll have you on your hands and knees in front of that mirror and use your art project on you...”

Chapter 6:

The thought of being fucked by a strap-on made from a mold of my own penis drives me wild. It will almost be like fucking myself, except Dr. Liang will be doing it.

My penis rockets to life as I dive into her sopping wet pussy, running my tongue between her folds, sucking gently on her twanging clitoris. Dr. Liang wraps her long legs around my head and gently pulls my hair as she leans back into her chair.

She throws her head back, a throaty moan escaping her lips as my eager tongue delves into her dripping folds. Her fingers tighten in my hair, guiding my movements as she grinds against my face.

“Mmm, yes...just like that, my obedient little pussy licker. Put that filthy mouth to work.”

Her thighs clamp around my head, trapping me in the intoxicating scent and taste of her arousal. She uses her grip on my hair to pull me deeper, smearing her juices across my chin and cheeks.

“Fuck, your tongue feels divine... I knew that smart mouth would be good for something besides sassing me.”

She reaches down, collecting some of her slickness on her fingers before trailing them along my jawline, marking me with her essence.

I am insistent in my work, and it doesn't take her long to succumb. Her shuddering gasps become shallower and shallower until suddenly, she seizes up altogether, squeezing my head tightly between her trembling thighs.

Her sex clenches once, twice, and then squeezes my tongue before erupting in a deluge of juices that I greedily drink down. Dr. Zoe Liang comes undone as I lick her in time with her orgasm, her lips fluttering with intense waves of pleasure.

"Ero! Ero! EEERRRROOOOOO!!!!" she screams, her shrieks turning into one long, keening wail after another as she sucks in air when she runs out, just so she can scream again.

I lick her through the waves of her orgasm, and she collapses limply, smiling through hooded eyes at me. Her pleasure is sated for the time being, my shining face and hair bearing witness to how much she squirted in the throes of her ecstasy.

As the last tremors of her intense climax fade away, Zoe slumps back in the chair, her chest heaving as she catches her breath. She looks down at me with a satisfied, almost predatory smile, taking in the sight of my face glazed with her release.

"Mmm, such a good boy," she purrs, reaching out to caress my cheek almost tenderly.

"You've more than earned your reward, Ero."

With a lazy grace, she rises from the chair, unbuttoning her blouse before shrugging out of it. She slowly unhooks her bra and tosses it into a corner of the room. Her breasts are perfect, the size of softballs, with perfect perky nipples, erect with arousal. Her skirt is the last to go, as she unzips it, and steps out of it, grinning at me.

She stands before me completely naked, her body a landscape of curves and shadows. She saunters over to the desk, her hips swaying, her perfect heart shaped bottom just asking me to bury my face in it, on her way to retrieving the custom-made strap-on. She holds it up, letting me get a good look at the realistic replica of my own cock.

"Ready to experience yourself like never before, my naughty little slut?" she asks, her voice a sultry purr.

"I suppose that's why it's there, professor," I confess.

"Looking back, now, I feel like I made it for you. My inspiration for its creation was you, hoping that one day, even if it was just a fantasy, I'd be here, and you would use it on me."

Her eyes widen slightly at my confession, a flicker of surprise quickly replaced by a wicked, knowing smirk. She steps closer, the strap-on bobbing obscenely with each movement.

"Is that so?" she muses.

"And here I thought you were just trying to be a clever little troublemaker."

She reaches out, tracing the outline of the silicone phallus almost reverently.

"To think, this beautiful piece of art was created as a tribute to me”, she murmurs.

She turns, bending at the waist to present her perfect ass to me. With deliberate slowness, she secures the harness around her hips, the replica of my cock bouncing lewdly erect as she stalks towards me. The flesh-like testicles swing gently, filled with synthetic ejaculate.

"Well then, Ero, since you made it with such care and purpose, it would be rude of me not to put it to good use, wouldn't it?" she asks, her voice a low growl.

"How do you want me, professor?" I ask, my voice breathless with anticipation.

"On my back, knees up, ass open so I can watch you fuck me? Or in front of the mirror, face down, ass up, so I can watch you fuck me?"

I reach out and switch on the small node attached to her clitoris, along with the hooked wand that slides inside her. It begins to pulse and vibrate intermittently, causing her to twitch and moan with surprise whenever it happens.

She gasps sharply as the vibrations suddenly come to life, sending jolts of pleasure through her core. Her eyes flash with lust and approval at my initiative.

"Mmm, so thoughtful of you to include those extra features, for my pleasure. That feels incredible.”

After a moment of consideration, she points imperiously to the full-length mirror.

"Face down, ass up. I want you to see every inch of yourself as I claim you completely."

As I scramble to obey, she retrieves a bottle of lube, coating the strap-on generously. She positions herself behind me, one hand gripping my hip bruisingly while the other lines up the tip with my fluttering hole.

"Beg for it, Ero," she commands.

"Let me hear how badly you need to be split open with your own cock."

I kneel on the carpet, and with a sigh, I bend over, balancing on my forearms, so that my ass is up in the air. My butt hole winks lewdly at my professor, the replica of my own penis moving inexorably towards my bottom, looking to impale me.

Dr. Liang pauses and slides a clean wooden bowl, normally used for mixing paints, under my hips. Taking my impossibly erect penis, she begins to stroke me over it with a generously lubricated hand.

"You are allowed to cum, Ero, but only when I say, and only if you eat it. Understand?"

"Yes, professor. Thank you for my spanking. Thank you for letting me eat your pussy. Thank you for being my mommy," I recite obediently.

"Dr. Zoe Liang, please fuck me. Please fuck me with my own penis and fill me up with your hot load. Remember, you can give me little squirts as you build up to the grand finale. The actuator button is right where the base of the penis meets the testicles."

She smirks wickedly at my **** pleas, giving my straining erection a few teasing strokes.

"Such a polite little slut, remembering to thank mommy properly. I think that deserves a reward."

She takes a minute to spread my cheeks with one hand, and with the other, dribbles a generous amount of lubrication into my open anal hole and around my rim, spreading it with her fingers, pushing into me, stretching me out for what's to come.

Without further preamble, she presses the tip of the strap-on against my quivering hole, pushing forward steadily. The thick head pops past my rim, stretching me deliciously as she slides into me, inch by excruciating inch.

"Fuck, you're so tight," she groans. "Like your real cock was made to fit perfectly in this greedy little ass."

She hilts herself fully, grinding her hips against my reddened cheeks. Her fingers find the actuator, giving it a light tap.

The testicles give a small jerk, slapping against me, and a small burst of warm, sticky semen fills me. A delicious vibration pulses through the toy, making her gasp and making me groan as she gently rubs the tip of her penis against my prostate.

"Ooh, sensitive," she coos. "I'm going to enjoy playing with this."

I look in the mirror and see myself impaled on my own cock, my beautiful art professor pausing with her hips pressed up against my bottom. She grins down at me triumphantly as, with small movements, she taps and massages my prostate with the length of her vibrating strap-on. It stretches and fills me wonderfully.

She reaches around and gently milks my penis over the wooden bowl, her face transforming to little oh's of pleasure as her end vibrates and pulses inside of her and against her hypersensitive clitoris.

She sets a slow, deep rhythm, each thrust hitting my prostate dead-on. Her free hand continues to pump my aching cock, twisting and squeezing in a way that has me seeing stars.

"That's it, baby. Take it just like that," she murmurs.

"Your body was made for this—to be stretched and filled and used for our pleasure."

She leans over me, her breasts pressing against my back as she nibbles at my ear.

"Look at us, Ero. So beautiful like this, lost in ecstasy. I bet you never imagined your masterpiece would feel this good buried inside you."

She punctuates her words with a particularly hard thrust, the vibrations intensifying.

"Beg me to let you cum. Plead for it like the **** little sissy subbie you are."

I push back into Zoe Liang, surrendering to her fucking my bottom, my face full of ecstasy as I make eye contact with her in the mirror to beg for my orgasm. She fucks me, sliding in and out of me, with my own penis, her face triumphant, twitching with pleasure as her end vibrates against her.

The long end vibrates inside of me, threatening to push me over the edge at any moment. The warm, fleshy testicles slap gently against my taint, making me all too aware that Dr. Zoe Liang is having her way with me the way a man has his way with a woman. I am the woman here, the sissy, the bottom bitch, as the kids say.

I am awash with pain and pleasure as my sphincter flexes and contracts around the intruder, trying to control the friction and the depth as the tip taps oh so deliciously on my tender, swollen prostate.

Precum drips from the tip of my penis, coating the bottom of the wooden bowl, which will no doubt soon be full of my own sticky milk.

To be continued in chapter 7...