Enjoying your morning

The morning light filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the bedroom. You stir, feeling the weight of Kirsty's body curled against your lap. Her head rests on your thigh, her breath soft and even, still deep in sleep. The crimson gym shorts cling to her ass, the fabric pulled tight, the seam pressing into her flesh. The crop top has ridden up slightly, exposing the curve of her lower back.

You glance at the clock. 6:47 AM. Lessons don't start until 8:30. Plenty of time.

Your cock stirs, hardening as you watch her sleep. The sight of your little student in her new uniform, so perfectly submissive even in unconsciousness, sends a pulse of heat through your groin. You shift, reaching down to free your cock from your underwear. It springs up, thick and eager, the head brushing against her cheek.

She doesn't stir.

You guide the head to her lips, pressing gently. Her mouth parts automatically, a reflex drilled into her by weeks of training. You slide inside, feeling the wet warmth of her mouth envelop you. She makes a soft sound, a half-moan, half-sigh, but doesn't wake. Her tongue moves instinctively, lapping at the underside of your shaft.

You grip the back of her head, holding her steady, and begin to thrust slowly. Her mouth is a perfect sheath, hot and wet, her tongue working in lazy circles. You reach down with your other hand, cupping her ass through the tight shorts. The fabric is silky but rough, the texture stimulating your palm as you squeeze.

You thrust deeper, feeling the head of your cock hit the back of her throat. She gags slightly, her body jerking, but she doesn't wake. Instead, she swallows, her throat convulsing around you, drawing you deeper. You hold there for a moment, savoring the sensation, then pull back and thrust again.

The slow face-fucking is hypnotic, a gentle rhythm that wakes you up as much as it arouses you. Her mouth is perfect, trained to accept without resistance. You continue for several minutes, building a steady pace, your cock glistening with her saliva each time you pull back.

When you're sufficiently lubricated, you pull out. She stirs, blinking sleepily, her lips still wet. She looks up at you, confusion and arousal mixing in her eyes.

"Strip," you command. "Climb on top."

She obeys instantly, peeling off the crop top and shorts, leaving them in a heap on the floor. Her naked body is a vision in the morning light—pale skin, heavy tits, shaven pussy already slick with arousal. She crawls up the bed, straddling your hips, positioning herself over your cock.

You watch her face as she sinks down, her eyes fluttering closed as she takes you inside. Her pussy is tight, wet, gripping you perfectly. She begins to ride, slow and deliberate, her hips rolling in a lazy rhythm.

You reach up, cupping her tits, feeling the weight of them in your palms. Her nipples are hard, pebbled against your fingers. You squeeze, rolling the sensitive buds between your thumb and forefinger. She moans, her pace quickening.

"Faster," you order.

She obeys, her hips slapping against yours, the sound wet and obscene in the quiet room. You slap her tits, watching them jiggle, then twist her nipples, pulling them hard. She gasps, her rhythm faltering, but she doesn't stop.

Your balls tighten, the familiar pressure building. You grip her hips, holding her still, and thrust up into her, fucking her from below. She cries out, her head falling back, her body trembling.

"Don't stop," you growl. "Ride me."

She does, her movements desperate now, her breath coming in ragged gasps. You feel your orgasm building, the heat pooling in your groin. You thrust up one last time, burying your cock deep inside her, and cum, hot spurts filling her pussy.

She collapses on top of you, her body shuddering with aftershocks. You lie there for a moment, catching your breath, your cock still inside her.

"Get up," you say, slapping her ass. "Stand in front of the window."

She dismounts, her legs shaky, and stands where you instructed. The morning light illuminates her body, highlighting the curve of her hips, the swell of her tits. Cum drips down her thigh, a thick white trail.

You grab your phone, snapping photos. Her spread labia, glistening with your cum. The fluid leaking down her leg. Her dazed, submissive expression. You send the images to the teachers' group chat with a caption: "Morning training complete. She's ready for lessons."

The responses come quickly—thumbs up emojis, lewd comments, requests for more photos.

"Shower," you command. "Then get dressed. I want you in your uniform with some additions."

She nods, disappearing into the bathroom. The sound of water fills the room. You lie back, scrolling through the chat, watching the messages roll in.

When she returns, wrapped in a towel, her hair damp, you have her outfit laid out on the bed. The standard uniform—white blouse, tartan skirt, knee-high socks—but with modifications. You've swapped the socks for white suspenders, clips dangling, and a matching garter belt. A black g-string, barely more than a string, lies next to the pile.

She dresses under your watchful eye, the suspenders hugging her hips, the garter belt cinching her waist. The g-string disappears between the cheeks of her ass, the thin fabric barely covering her pussy.

You hold up the love egg, a small pink vibrator with a wire trailing from it. "Bend over."

She complies, gripping the edge of the bed, presenting her ass. You part her wet folds, sliding the love egg inside her. It nestles against her G-spot, the wire hanging out, the controller tucked into the waistband of her suspenders.

"Stand straight," you command.

She does, and you inspect her. The uniform is perfect—the blouse unbuttoned to show her cleavage, the skirt barely covering her ass, the suspenders framing her hips. The wire of the love egg is visible, dangling from between her legs, but the controller is hidden.

"Turn around."

She spins, the skirt flaring, revealing the g-string and the wire. You smile, reaching out to adjust the controller, making sure it's secure.

"You'll wear this all day," you say. "I'll be controlling it. If you cum in class, you'll be punished. Understood?"

"Yes, sir," she whispers.

"Good. Now go. First lesson is in fifteen minutes."

She walks to the door, her ass swaying, the wire of the love egg swinging with each step. You watch her leave, your cock already stirring again.

The day is just beginning.