Upon getting to my room, I kicked the door shut and locked it. I stripped off my blazer and shoes, walking deeper into the room. Standing right there, exactly where I'd told her to be, was Jenny. She was waiting for me in a thong and a black leather miniskirt, with leather stockings that reached her knees, the straps leading up to connect to the thong under a skirt that didn't even cover her thighs. Her white shirt was still on.
"Welcome back, M-master," she stuttered. She knew what was coming; she was probably already wet for it.
I walked up to her, my fingers brushing up the leather to reveal the thong underneath. Her hips curved like circles, and I could see her pussy right there, the thong buried in the middle of it. Ignoring her, I reached into her skirt, grabbed the straps of the thong, and yanked with so much force her body arched onto her tiptoes. She started squirming, but I didn't let up.
"Look at me," I said. She clenched her teeth, staring back. I pulled the string even harder, straining it taut against her clit and her hole. "What was that today? Why the fuck were you trying to sit with me? Are you trying to bring me attention?"
Saliva began to drip from the corner of her mouth from how hard she was gritting her teeth. I pulled even harder, stretching the elastic to its absolute limit, until she started gushing juice, squirting like crazy from the friction. I held the straps with one hand and grabbed her chin with the other.
"Talk."
"I'm so sorry, Master... I just... Ahh! I... I just wanted to be near you!"
I gave it one last tug and the strap snapped. She crumbled to the ground, her ass lifting up instinctively, juice squirting out of her messed-up pussy in a spray. I didn't wait. I was already pissed off from having to discipline that damn princess. While she was still squirming on the floor, I pulled out my cock and got down. I plunged into her, pulling her hair back to make sure I hit her womb.
Her body shook like she was having a seizure. I wasn't in the mood to be patient, so I started ramming into her, plunging right through the force of her squirt.
"Next time you do that, I won't fuck you for a month."
"No... I... I won't survive that... Please... Ahhhh!"
I just kept plugging in and out. I was making sure I pounded her ass until it stopped bouncing back, letting my whole length get exactly where I wanted it. I went so deep the bulge showed in her flat tummy.
PAH. PAH. PAH. PAH.
"M-master! Stop! I'M CUMMING!"
Like I'd listen to a slave. I kept grinding even deeper, the force of it sliding her across the floor as she wiped the tiles with her back. I was going to make sure she couldn't walk when I was done.
"Fuck..."
Her insides were too tight, juiced up and pushing back with the pressure of her squirt. I couldn't hold it; I wanted to cum. I checked her—her eyes were rolling back, her ass vibrating as she tried to pour out a flood. I kept jamming it in, one final forceful thrust that slid her a foot across the floor.
I dove into her mouth, dominating her tongue and licking every corner so aggressively she couldn't breathe. My cock was still between her legs, pumping a flood of cum inside her. She was completely overwhelmed. When I finally pulled back, she just had a brain-dead smile on her face, mumbling "Master" like a broken radio.
I gripped her shoulders and gave a few more thrusts to stay connected, then mashed my hands against her jugs, pressing hard to anchor myself as I finished.
"Haah."
I pulled out, leaving a pulsing meat hole in my wake that looked like it was breathing. A second later, her waist jerked and a flood of cum literally gushed out of her, pooling around her as she trashed and moaned gibberish.
Damn. I always overdo it.