Tit for Cock

"I hope Cardin finds this... acceptable."

Glynda muttered to herself as she checked her dress for tonight. She would have arrived in her usual clothes, but since Cardin told her that she had to prepare for their session, she was obliged to comply. What she wore was the most risque one in her wardrobe, a drunken mistake with a dash of online shopping. She wore a black mini-dress that offered an unbridled view of her creamy thighs with a plunging neckline that provided a magnificent view of her toned stomach and busty cleavage. She wore her purple lace panties and black garter belt with stockings that matched, as well as her high heels.

At a glance, one might mistake her for an escort or a hooker and not the headmistress of one of the largest and prestigious Huntsmen academies in Remnant, a misconception that she would like to be true. She can't be seen with a student in a sexual situation, therefore she had her hair undone to have some semblance of a disguise.

She never once tried to entertain the whims of her sexual partners. They would go to her based on a schedule, make them sit or lay down, and then she mounts them until she finished. The exception back then was Jaune. It just so happened that Jaune's circumstances and her sexual starvation coincided, which lead to her to accept becoming a part of his harem. She had no attraction to her student, but she does enjoy the companionship of the girls.

She exited the elevator to find no one was there to welcome her. As she listened for any moans or squeals of ecstasy, she noticed the cabinets beside the elevator. There were ten cabinets, plus one on the opposite side of the entrance. Each was emblazoned by the girl's emblems. She peeked inside Ruby and Weiss's to discover the collars they wore during her visit yesterday, cleaned and place on a small shelf above what appears to be a pair of gloves and stockings. It didn't take much to figure out that the one belonging to Jaune was the one separated from the group, with his being labeled "cuckold" in gold. But the one that drew her curiosity was the locker assigned to her.

There was no lock that prohibited her from seeing what's behind her cabinet. As she traced her fingers on her emblem, she lamented that the crown meant nothing in this penthouse. She was not the ruler nor a person of importance inside its walls. When she opened hers, there was nothing inside; no collars or any other effects. A wave of relief washed over her as she stared at the empty shelf, but there was a breathe she let out carried a hidden disappointment.

"Looking for your collar?"

Glynda whirled back to see Cardin leaning at a wall, naked and with a smirk on his face. She never considered his looks, his devilish grin, and his muscular body, how his muscles flexed as he crossed his arms. Perhaps she was too used to Mr. Arc's lanky physique.

"Don't be absurd. I was just... curious." She tried to recover from being taken by surprise. She was a seasoned Huntress, but why was she successfully ambushed by a heavy, seven-foot-tall hunk. Perhaps she was too distracted by her sexual hunger or deep in thought as to why she was not given a collar to wear. She elected to open her purse to fetch the box of condoms they would have to use. "For tonight, I ask that you-"

"Ah ah aaaah... In this penthouse, we go by my rules. I am in charge of pleasuring Cuckold's harem, after all." He made his way towards her, his flaccid penis swayed with every step, so did Glynda's gaze towards it. He took her purse and placed it on her open cabinet. "Lovely dress, but I think you should get rid of it since it will get ruined when we start."

Glynda mentally smacked herself. How can she forgot! She had no power inside the penthouse, and Cardin's word is the law. "I apologize."

As she unzips her dress, she stared at his sweat-drenched stomach. Cardin possessed a body of power; his muscles defined and hard. It wasn't a long way downwards to see his infamous endowment. Even flaccid, the large penis was still bigger than Arc's in every way. She slowly peeled off her dress, much to Cardin's amusement, who merely hummed his approval as her perky round breasts were in display. When she was about to remove her panties, Cardin's fingers cupped her chin and raised her face towards him as his lips collided with hers.

It had been a while since the last time she kissed someone. Not even with Arc and the other suitors. But she was taken aback as Cardin's tongue effortlessly entered her mouth and even more when she realized she moaned in approval. As their tongues coiled around each other, her arms wrapped around his neck to pull herself closer while she felt his large hands grab and massage her rump. The skills of his tongue and hands alone made her weak in the knees, even more so when he effortlessly lifted her up, pressing her naked breasts against his rock-hard pectorals.

She planted kisses all over his face while he carried her across the penthouse. As her pent-up lust started to manifest, she moaned as she ground her erect nipples against his hard chest and her wet nethers against his erect cock between them. They eventually reached the dimly lit living room, the darkness made it easier to see the night lights of Vale. But when they came to a stop, Cardin let her down gently, but not before they intertwined their tongues once more. Cardin lied down on the sofa and watched her while she took the moment to get rid of the rest of her clothing.

"Leave the garters on," he commanded, "how long has it been since you got laid, Glynda?" The sofa was large enough to fit them both as Glynda knelt between his legs. His manhood stood proud like a tower of meat as Glynda could only stare at it. 'It seems that she's waiting for permission.'

"Several weeks ago," she answered truthfully as she basked in his musk. "The Cuckold's dick stopped working, and I did not manage to get other suitors in short notice because of the load of my work." Her cheeks flushed as she watched his cock twitched. "Ca-can I please suck your cock now?"

"Sure, but I want to feel those tits around my dick."

Given Cardin's size, she could barely wrap her breasts around his member while its length jutted between her bosoms. She did not even have to bow down to suck his tip as it rubbed on her cheek. His shaft pulsated against her face which she hungrily licked and gave kisses to as she rubbed her breasts along his shaft. "I apologize... I haven't... I'm used to Cuckold's size..." Her mouth could barely fit his swollen tip!

"That's fine. Not your fault you tried to fuck that Cuck." He had once dreamt to bury his cock between Glynda's slutty tits and reality had surpassed his daydream. Her tits were soft, completely natural in contrast to the rumors. "Your tits feel amazing, Glynda. I couldn't get this experience with those other sluts."

How crass, thought Glynda. As she savored the delectable taste of his member, she mulled over what Cardin said. She was prepared to defend Ruby and Weiss, but a growing sense of pride blossomed instead. Those two could provide mas-Cardin tighter and younger pussies, but they could not keep up with her experience and breasts. As her saliva dripped down the shaft, her tits rubbed faster along with it. When she felt his titanic balls quiver below her breasts, she knew that Cardin is close to orgasm.

Glynda clamped her mouth tight around his tip as his cum gushed out. She stared into his eyes as she swallowed every massive glob of cum that ejected from his cock, its taste enough to make her moan in delight. She did not dare spill a drop even as her belly began to expand with the amount of cum she had drunk. It was the most delicious substance that she had ever tasted, so much so that she did not even notice the mind-numbing effects of the creamy white ambrosia.

When the torrent came to a halt, she presented her mouth and showed him no trace of his seed was left, as well as nary a stray drop on her cheeks.

"Looks like you enjoyed that," said Cardin as Glynda nuzzled against his still erect meat pole, "Ever felt like that when you're... making do with that cuckold Arc?"

"No, I did not." She licked the sides of his shaft hungrily, "I endured his pathetic size. He was too sensitive; I feel pumps inside me and he would already orgasm. The only saving grace is his stamina, but..." She hummed as she kissed his shaft, "yours is not even softening."

"Mount me." His order met little resistance as Glynda rose from her knees to straddle atop his thighs, his cock between their bodies as her hips gyrated against his. His hands homed unto her plump ass before he grabbed hold tight." That's what you get for settling for him, Glynda. Why did you stay with that loser then?"

"I made a mistake. Cardin. I thought that he would know how to treat a woman properly, but like the girls, he was blundering idiot during sex." She planted her lips across his broad chest, "Now that he's become a pathetic excuse of a man and with a useless limp cock, he is of no use for me. Now please, fuck his memory out of me."

She moved to finally take her prize as she moved her stud's cock into her snatch. She had to stand on the sofa just to impale herself on the meat pole. Just as it was about to penetrate her, she was stopped by Cardin, whose powerful arms kept her afloat.

"Glynda, if we're going to do this, you have to obey me." To reiterate the point, he toyed with her as the tip of his dick teased her dripping folds. A grin crept on his lips as she watched her ponder what to say, the conflict in her eyes whether her pride and dignity is the price to pay for his godly cock.

"Ye-yes! Please! I'll do whatever you ask!" She did not even realize the gravity of her words as she frantically shook her hips against Cardin's tip, **** for penetration. Even to the point that she tried to break his grasp on her for her to be impaled on his massive member. Her struggle ceased when she felt her pussy began to stretch as she was lowered on his cock.

Only for it to stop short. Wild green eyes stared at the alpha male when he stopped. She felt him enter her yet he stopped just as he inserted his tip. "No! Please! Fuck me already!"

"Then forget about that fucking wimp, Jaune Arc! He failed you and his harem by not giving you pleasure from his broken needle dick!"

"YES! I'll stop protecting that cuckold!" She wore a depraved smile as she felt more of Cardin's cock when she was lowered by about six inches. She was about to be ruined to other subpar men with the way she was being stretched. 'Gods! He's not even halfway!' she thought as she saw his remaining length. "He is a failure of a huntsman and as a man!"

"Even if it meant leaving that joke's harem for mine?" Unlike earlier, he saw no conflict in Glynda's expression. She stopped her struggles, and instead softly brought her hands on his cheeks. With a serene smile, she answered.

"Yes, Sir."

Upon hearing the correct answer, he let her drop.