My body started writhing around and he said to me, “Remember to keep those hands and feet planted. You know the punishment for failure.”
“Yesh, Shir,” I mumbled over probing fingers. He pulled me closer to him with both of his occupied hands so the back of my head was pressed against his chest and with a slight bend in his knees continued to allow positioning of his Huge White Cock against my hole. It was slightly irritating to my anal flesh, but I had no fear there as I once again had no real concept of ass penetration.
My cocklet head was being rolled expertly. I was feeling so good but continued to concentrate on my hands, feet, and his fingers in my mouth. I was sure to do what I thought was a good job sucking on them, and I even started wiggling my butt as I thought the friction against his Cock would feel nice for him. In my mind, I was thinking about how girls react to gifts. How they feel so good for being thought of and appreciated, and then return the favor with a gift of their own which I guessed was usually sex-related as they get older. That’s how I felt now, though I didn’t yet know how to give him a similar gift, so I acted on instinct.
I believe my instincts were good because he let out a low moan and growl. His cocklet manipulations became more vigorous and I was getting close. He was becoming more aggressive with my anus and mouth and my body felt like it was on a cloud.
“Are you ready to cum, little Aimee?” He asked, slowing down a bit and planting some fear of a repeat from yesterday.
“Yeth, Inthructor Mike. I’m thooooo clothe!”
“Beg me to finish off your puny cocklet! Tell me what a horny girl you are!” He demanded as he maintained the same slower pace on my peepee.
“Pleathe, Thir! I want to be a guhd guhrl for you. I want to therve you. Pleathe make my peepee djibble.”
His fingers started picking up speed and my writhing returned. He could probably tell when I was cumming as my asshole started spasming against his Cock and I began sucking more greedily. I practically screamed into his fingers as I dribbled out my peepee juice onto his hand.
“Good girl! Your clitty is all wet and almost back to its proper size.” He removed the fingers from my mouth but before I could catch my breath they were replaced by the fingers of his other hand. I noticed an odd taste and texture. “Lick and suck my fingers clean.”
Oh my. He’s feeding me my cocklet dribble. I wasn’t crazy about it, but things were starting to come more into focus as Instructor Mike stated they would. I felt the urge to repay any gift from him ten fold, and licked and swallowed the small amount of sticky cream. He pulled the magic fingers from my mouth and I relaxed for a second before coming to my senses.
“Thank you for releasing my peepee juice, Instructor Mike. I’ve never felt that good in my life. I only hope that I made you feel good in some ways also.” I chose not to ask what he enjoyed and what he didn’t. I was fairly certain he would let me know over time how to please him. All I knew was this unending desire to make him happy any way I could.
He then pulled his pulsating White Cock away from my puckered hole and pushed me towards the shower stream. He rinsed and groped me all over, then quickly rinsed himself and turned off the shower.
“You may now squat, kiss the head of my Cock, thank me for touching your tiny clitty, and thank my Cock and Balls for teaching you your place in the world.”
Down I went in a flash, looking up at the man I was falling for with a happy smile. I placed my hands on the outsides of his muscular tree trunk legs and stroked them up and down slowly as my lips ached to obey his orders. His Cock was softening but still fairly stiff and large. My lips pressed directly on his piss slit, and I gave him a long peck.
“Thank you, Sir. Your powerful hands made my little peepee happier than it’s ever been. And thank you to your magnificent Big White Cock and Balls for teaching me my true nature. I understand now that I have a clitty, a dicklet, a cocklet, a peepee, and you have a real Man Cock. I’m excited and eager to learn what this means for me and how I can serve a White Master like yourself.” I’m aching to make this man happy.
“I’m so proud of my little aimee,” he looked down and said smiling. He then reached his right hand down, placed it under my cheeks, and slowly inserted his much bigger middle finger into my tight hole. I winced a bit but allowed the intrusion and then got used to it. I started feeling pressure as he began lifting me from my squatting position and plunging deeper, stretching my little hole as he pulled till I was standing before him. He then used that hand to guide me by my ass out of the shower and to the floor mat to dry off. I felt so owned and controlled, but also very confused. He was wiggling his finger around, getting my ass juice all over it. Oh I hope I cleaned it well.
He pulled the finger up to his nose. “Nice work! I barely smell anything.” He placed the fat digit under my nostrils, and while I could still smell a bit of my ass musk, it certainly wasn’t that bad at all. This was a good thing because then he slowly slid that finger to my lips and said, “Clean it!”
Still somewhat high from my clitty dribble, I licked and sucked earnestly. I tasted it at first but then it quickly just tasted like his clean finger.
“And what do you say?”
“Thank you for letting me clean my stink off your finger. I look forward to learning how to keep myself as clean as possible all over.”
“I’m very proud of you. You’ve come so far so quickly. I knew you would after we chatted online. You see, we’ve met before many times. I have trained many boys and girls at this Academy, and patterns begin emerging. I know when a boy is ready for sex with Older White Men, I know when a boy needs to act like a girl but still retain his boy peepee, and I know when a boy needs surgery to become the girl she was born to be. You are in good hands, and maybe if you please me enough you can be my girlfriend.”
I threw my arms around him and hugged with all of my miniscule might, resting my head on his chest. “Thank you, Instructor Mike.”
He put his strong arms around me and hugged me back with his powerful body.
“You’re a very good little girl and I’m going to enjoy training you. Your next lesson is that the manner in which you touch me, including hugs, is completely on my terms,” he said as he pushed me away gently and looked down into my innocent eyes. “If I give you an affectionate hug, it will be because you earned it, and then you may enjoy the pleasures of my physical protection and manly chest. For now, the proper way for you to thank me is on your knees, your hands clasped together in prayer with my cock between them. You may then plant 10 little kisses on my Big White Cockhead and Balls. Because you have been so obedient, I am allowing you that honor instead of a single kiss to the Cockhead. However, you may NOT use that opportunity to sniff my Balls as I don’t want you to use thanks as an excuse for a gift you may not have earned. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” I said as I lowered myself onto my knees before him, prayed to his Big White Cock, and then began planting kisses all over. “I now understand the proper way to thank you, and though I may not understand why you desire it this way, the fact that you do is reason enough for me.” This puppy love had me swooning and offering myself to this Man on a platter. I somehow resisted the drug of Big White Hairy Man Balls as I finished delivering my submissive message of gratitude.
With his Cock still resting on my lips as I strained my neck to look up at him, he lifted me up again by my armpits till I was standing and then possessively gripped my ass.
“The next door on the left as you exit is the ‘girls’ room’. Here you will find a list of instructions that will change daily, so be sure to read them in full. I’m going to head downstairs and make a drink. I expect you down in 10 minutes at exactly 3 PM. Chop, chop!” he said as he smacked my ass to coax me along.
OMG! It’s only 2:50?! School got out at 2:00 and got here like 10 minutes later. My whole world changed in only 40 minutes and this train was moving steadily along to the next stop.
I enter the girls’ room and I’m so excited to read the note but first I’m taken aback by the decor. It looks like a pre-teen girl motif with pink, hearts,and stuffed animals everywhere, but with posters on the wall with nude White Men groping all types of asian boys, sissies, and trans girls. I took a moment to examine the White Cocks all over the wall, but knew that I’d better hurry. The next lesson begins soon.
“Downstairs as he mixed a couple of drinks, Mike was likely calling himself a hero of self-restraint for not plunging his Mushroom-Headed White Weapon into my tiny hole in the shower. He was a pervert but he was not a rapist. He was gonna take this slow till this little brown faggot was begging for Big White Cock Loads multiple times a day. First though, he definitely needed relief after that total clit-boy emasculation session, but the question is will he use his new girl so quickly? Is she ready? Does he want to keep her innocence around a little longer? Can he hold out any longer from taking it away? 2:55 PM. He sips his bourbon on the rocks and waits patiently with a devilish grin on his face.”
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