Talk to your special student

The poor little waif slumps panting on the couch, her face smeared with spit and semen, her eyes looking at you with a mixture of shame and what might be adoration. You reach out and squeeze one of her small soft tits and she whimpers, biting her lip as she looks at you.

"You did well Faith," you praise her. "A special little three hole student. You should be proud of yourself."

She gives as little shudder at your words and one hand slides between her legs, gingerly fingering her abused holes.

"You used me so hard," she whispers softly. "I've never...never been used like that..."

"That's because you've never had a man's cock. Taming you. You've just had little boys, and not many of them. Isn't that right Faith?"

"Yes...yes sir. I've never...done....that. In my...my ass. I...I was...scared..."

"And now what do you feel?"

"Empty...so empty...I...I don't know how I feel...a little dirty...slutty...bad..."

"That's all part of being my special student Faith. You want to be special don't you?"

"Yes...but...I didn't...didn't think it would be....like this...I didn't...Oh God I'm So Ashamed!" she suddenly wails, burying her face in her hands and starting to sob.