Coraline," I looked down my glasses at the young woman on the other side of my desk. Her application read "Fighter". It was hot in this little office I'd rented from the Adventurer's Society. My blouse was gripping too tight to my tits.
She wasn't one. Her short pink hair was tied with a bow. She was frail, in a teal pleated skirt and white blouse. Her chest was average, pressed together between her elbows as she sat up straight. Thigh-high stockings gripped her legs and she wore an expression of terror on her face.
"C-Cora." she corrected me, shifting in her seat.
"Alright Cora, these affinities are terrible," I pointed to her appraisal, "You're eighteen, what have you been wasting your time on?"
"Well, I help my father in his bakery," her blue eyes were tracing cracks in the wall.
"Right here Cora," I said, and her eyes snapped back to mine.
"S-Sorry," she stammered, straightening in her seat.
Who put her up to this?
"Says here your father, the baker, will be paying for my services. They're not cheap, and dungeon-delving isn't an extracurricular activity. Why's he doing it?" I leveled with her, even though I needed the coin, I wasn't going to drag some brat to her likely demise without a good reason.
"I begged him to," her eyes were welling, hands needling at her plush thighs, as they pulled tight I caught an occasional glance of panty underneath.
"Why?" I didn't break my gaze. Let her cry, if that would bring her to her senses.
"D-discipline," it came out as just a breath.
My heartbeat rose in my ears.
Did she just say-
"I need discipline,"she repeated, a line of spit running between her incisors.
Fuck.
"I hear you can be very, hands on," she continued, and ran a hand through the ends of her hair.
My cock strained against its leather holster. Not now.
I leaned forward, "My... discipline is reserved for those who deserve it. Not some-" I began to scold, but she cut me off.
"Please! I'll do whatever you ask. Shape me. I can be a fighter," she pleaded.
Shape me?
Fifteen positions came to mind, each with her over-eager pussy on display and spread, a pool of cum slowly rolling from it.
Snap.
"What?" she asked, trying to identify the sound. It was one of three holster buttons meant to hold my erection in place. I adjusted my chair, scooting closer to my desk.
"It's nothing." I said, allowing my hidden hand to trace a finger along my length. My nipples had peaked. This girl wanted me buried inside her, and I... "I really don't know Cora, you're not giving me much to work with here," she frowned, bit her lower lip, that plump little piece of flesh that I'd drag up and down my length.
Snap.
I strained, each vein rolled beneath my finger.
This girl needs directing.
"I- I have trouble focusing and I feel like, with your direction, I could become something useful. And- and they said, that you use," her tongue traced a line across that lip, "unconventional methods." Her voice squeaked when she said it.
Snap. It was free, tasting the thick air.
I shifted my legs, "I do. Now tell me, what exactly did they say?" My cock pressed my inner-thigh, ached. A rough heat growing though it. She looked down at her knees.
"Cora?" I placed a palm flat on my desk.
"They say you've got a really big dick!" she said and froze, a tremble running through her, "and that it can help..."
She's not wrong.
That was enough, I was going to suffer through training the untrainable, bend this girl until she snapped into something worthwhile.
"Your application's been approved." I handed her a single page, labeled "Disciplinary Agreement", "You'll want to read this over, sign it."
The good girl read the whole thing, while I waited and throbbed, cheeks flush. A bead of sweat rolled down my cleavage. Finally, she jotted down her name.
"Good, you mentioned trouble focusing, I noticed it myself in our interview. Please remove your skirt."
"Ye-Yes Ma'am."
She stood and loosened its cinch. It fell to the floor and revealed a pair of light-blue cotton panties. They were drenched, visibly darkened and clinging to her thick outer lips. A small triangle of stubble poked through the wet fabric.
I stood.
My bulge pressed tight against my brown-leather pencil-skirt, and I yanked at its side. After a short series of snaps, my training-rod was finally free, all twelve inches of it. The skin of my sack hung low and moist, laden with sweat.
Best not to scare her off with any mystic shenanigans, my natural length will be plenty.
She pulled in air, looked almost light-headed.
"I can tell you're the kind of student who needs a taste to understand what's in store." I said, and stepped around my desk. Sunlight gleamed off the moist-spot between her thighs.
"Mmhmm," she sighed and nodded as her thumb played with the hem of her panties, they pulled up a little tighter, accentuating the hood of her clit.
"On your knees Cora," I said. She was a head shorter than me, I placed a palm on her crown and needled my fingers through her locks. She trembled.
"Yes Ma'am." Cora lowered herself to the floor, fully focused, as her panty-clasped fingers delved toward her folds, "May I Ma'am?"
"Call me Mentor."
"May I, Mentor?"
A bead of precum had already smeared along my tip, she surrounded it with her soft mouth, pulled her lips over her teeth, and licked at it, "Mmmm-"
She'd signed off on everything, hadn't checked any of the "Please Don't" boxes. How had she convinced her father? He couldn't know.
I'll find out soon enough.
Her tongue pressed onto my tip, and then started to flick it's bottom. It was the soft kind of coarse. Her technique wasn't great, but she at least had some cursory knowledge. There was plenty of breaking in to be done.
I guided my shaft past her lips, mashed down her tongue, and quickly collided with the top of her throat. She gagged, "Hueh-"
There we go, we've found your limit.
I paused for a moment to let her collect herself, but she didn't. The girl pushed her throat onto it, "Mmmhhh-"
I gripped into her hair and let her work, she bobbed, a little further each time, "Mmmph, mmm, mmph, mmph, mmph," then pulled away and gasped for breath, looking up to me for direction.
"Did I tell you to stop?"
"No Mentor, sorry Mentor," she said, then I was back inside her mouth, she pushed herself farther onto my length, tentatively bracing a palm to my hip for stability. A cold fire rolled through me as her ministrations took effect. She knew to cover her teeth, had a mouth full of drool, and was tight enough to imitate a slit.
Guhk. She cringed, then pressed in again, Guhk, guhk, guk, guk, guk.
Drool coated me as I road the waves of her quivering throat. Guhk. Pop, "Ha-hahehu-hu..."
She took a quick breath and went back to it. Guk-guk-guk-schluuuuurp-guk, "Mmmmm..."
I wasn't going to make her work too hard for this one. She was applying herself, that was a good sign, but I still had a way to go. Instead of letting her flounder, I gripped her head with both hands and began to ride into her. All she had to do was hang on. Her lips pulled into a smile and teared rolled down her face. She beamed into my eyes as I used her face as a cunt.
I'm so glad you're happy.
My balls clenched tight, and I let myself think of the two of us, out in the field. Yes, I'd let her be my bunk-bunny. I'd fill that desperate little hole of hers on the regular, make her enjoy it.
"Mmmmmph..." her shoulder popped up and down, I realized she was working her clit without abandon. Her tongue rolled along my length with a mind of its own and her lips clamped down as she found release and fought to remain on her knees.
I thought my reputation would be ruined when my last student, Rebecca, took off and started running her mouth. If this was any indication, it may have been the best turn of my career.
I pushed myself in further, and grabbed the back of her head, letting myself flood into her throat. Spluk, spluk...
"Fuck..."
"Mmmmmhh." she moaned, still suckling at it with her cheeks, gripping my thighs. My cock continued to pulse, slowly calming. Spluk...spluk... "Mmmm...mm-mm!"
I released her, pulled out. She came loose sputtering, gasping for air, "Haaah-kuuuu!"
"Alright, you tell your Daddy you're in," I said and tousled her hair.
My desk caught under my ass as I reclaimed my breath. The pink-haired short-stack was ecstatic.
She better know how to hold a blade.
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