Masters High Chapter 3: Party Night

A continuation of the “Masters High” series. Luke goes to his first party, hoping to hook up with a rich girl (free women). Will he succeed?

FULL SUMMARY: Luke goes to his first party, and tries his best to hook up with a Rich Girl (RG) from Millis Prep. However, these girls are different: unlike slaves, Rich Girls are just normal people who need to be impressed like anyone else. Will 14-year-old Luke be able to get lucky tonight? And if so, are the RGs just as sadistic as the Masters Boys?

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This chapter isn’t as “extreme” as the last in the sense that we don’t see any whipping, raceplay, scat mentions, etc. This chapter is more for important character development. Don’t worry, there’s still three full sex scenes in this chapter, plenty of drug use, and some pretty graphic descriptions of high schoolers’ bodies for you freaks out there.

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I’ve been at Masters High for about three weeks now. In that time, I’ve learned to beat the shit out of my sex slave for my own gratification, I’ve put on a tough guy act to impress my fellow freshmen, and I’ve even gotten some new friends. Things are going pretty well, and the school year is finally getting underway. I’m currently sitting at dinner with a couple other freshmen.

“…and then I told her, fuck no, no way you’re keeping the baby!” Ryan was telling us. “I was only 13, I wasn’t about to be a fucking baby daddy!”

“Damn bro,” David laughed, as his slave Lacey brought over a steak. “So how did she react?”

“She just cried and cried,” Ryan recalled. “She didn’t want to abort. But she was my maid. What the fuck did she expect? My seed is precious, and I’m not about to waste it on a worthless piece of shit like her. She got what she deserved.”

“Damn,” Will laughed. “What happened next?”

“Well I told her either the baby dies, or she does,” Ryan casually said while taking a bite of his steak. “So she agreed to the abortion. The next day, she killed herself,” he chuckled.

“Wow,” Will laughed. “Damn, Ryan, you’re a fucking maniac.”

“Probably better for her to take her own life,” Ryan shrugged. “She was getting bitchy anyway, so I probably would’ve threw her out in the street.”

These kinds of fucked-up stories are common place around dinner time. Just last night, Connor told us about how he was raised watching hardcore porn instead of cartoons, and his father made him watch a snuff film at 7 years old. It was the first time he ever saw someone get killed. Apparently he got really into it, and now his dad thinks he’s a future serial killer.

“What’s up, boys?” James said, sitting down at our table. James Caldwell, as a reminder, is Will’s senior mentor. Kind of odd to see a senior sitting down with freshmen during dinner, so this should be interesting.

“Hey James!” Will smiled. “What’s up?”

“Ah nothing,” James said through his surfer-boy accent, taking a sip of beer. “Just wondering what my protégé and his little friends are up to,” he said, smiling at Will. “Any big plans for the weekend?”

“Nah, not really,” Will shrugged.

“How about a little party, boys?” James grinned. “One of my dad’s buddies has this huge mansion on the other side of town that he’s letting me use for the weekend! Starts at 7 PM tomorrow.”

“Whoa, sweet!” Will said, excited. “Are your friends coming?”

“Oh yeah, the whole school’s invited,” Will replied. “All 80 guys from all four grades should be there!”

“That sounds awesome!” Will smiled, enthused like a puppy.

“No offense man,” Ryan started, “but a party with 80 sweaty high school guys doesn’t sound like my idea of a Friday night.”

“Oh, about that…,” James laughed. “I should mention that all 80 RGs from Millis Prep will be there,” he winked, leaning back in his chair.

“You’re shitting me,” Ryan said, in disbelief.

“Wait I forget, what are RGs?” I asked.

“Rich girls,” James said. “Basically the female equivalent of us Masters Boys. They’re the ones who kidnap the slaves when they’re toddlers, and raise them to be proper sex slaves so that the slaves can be shipped off to Masters when they’re 14.”

“Damn, so you’re telling me all those hot-ass girls from Millis Prep are going to be there, and we’ll have full access to fuck them?” David asked, shocked.

“Well they’ll be there,” James said. “But they’re not like slave girls; these are regular human women and you don’t just get to fuck them without consent. So if you want to get some nice rich girl pussy, you’ll need to really show off your charisma,” he continued. “Or just get them real drunk!” he laughed.

“Sounds awesome!” Will said. “We’ll totally be there! Thanks James!”

“Anytime, man,” James smiled, patting Will on the shoulder before heading back to his senior friends.

“Fuck, this is awesome!” David grinned.

“Totally,” Will laughed. “Man, this year is gonna be awesome. We get to beat and fuck the shit out of our slaves, and we’ll have a bunch of rich bitches begging for our cocks. Best year ever,” he said, raising his cup in the air.

“Cheers, motherfuckers!” Ryan said, raising his cup.

“Cheers!” Will and David laughed, and we all clinked our glasses together.

—

After dinner, I went back to my dorm room, and let Sarah out of her cage.

“Hello, Master,” she said, her voice sounding groggy.

“Hi,” I said. “Tomorrow night I’m going to a party that will have lots of RGs. Should be a fun time,” I said, as Sarah helped me undressed without me having to tell her.

“That sounds lovely, Master,” Sarah replied, unbuttoning my school uniform. “As I told you on the first day, you are destined to fall in love with a rich girl, not a poor skank. Us slaves are here for your quick pleasure, but the rich girls are meant to be your girlfriends so that you can continue building your status,” she said. “So go and talk to a bunch of RGs, and I’m sure one of them will become your future girlfriend.”

“Alright,” I nodded.

“Now,” Sarah said, getting on her knees and unbuttoning my pants. “Would you like me to give you a blowjob before bed, or would you rather go straight to sleep?”

“Blowjob,” I immediately said. “Fuck, I’m hard already.”

“Oh, I see,” Sarah grinned, pulling out my cock. She gave me a couple strokes, and then put the tip in her mouth.

“Ah,” I moaned. “Damn, that feels so good.”

“Mm-hmm,” Sarah hummed, taking my entire length into her mouth.

“Fuck, that’s good,” I groaned. “Suck it.”

“Mm-hmm,” she nodded, sucking on my cock.

“Fuck,” I grunted, and pushed her head onto my cock, causing her to gag. “Take that fucking cock, bitch,” I said, and grabbed her head with both hands, throat-fucking her. She moaned as my 6-inch cock went in and out of her mouth, in and out, in and out.

“Yeah, yeah,” I moaned. “Get used to the taste of my dick, slut,” I grunted, and held her face onto my crotch.

“Mm, mm,” Sarah moaned in pure ecstasy.

“Enough of this,” I said, carrying her and dropping her onto the bed. “It’s time I fuck that pussy.”

“Yes, Master,” she moaned. I shoved her panties aside, and thrust my cock deep inside her, not gentle in the slightest. I got a surprised whimper from her.

“Shut up and take that cock, whore,” I ordered, fucking her with long, hard thrusts, my hands on her hips.

“Ah, yes, Master, thank you, Master!” Sarah squealed with joy.

“God, your pussy feels good,” I grunted, continuing my deep thrusts. “Tell me what you are and what I am.”

“You’re an alpha male,” she moaned. “And I’m a worthless slave,” she screamed, as I slapped her tits. “A stupid, filthy, worthless, sex slave!”

“You got that right,” I grunted, and slapped her tits again. “Yeah, you’re nothing but a cunt, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Master!” Sarah screamed.

“Yeah, and you fucking love being treated like dirt,” I groaned.

“Yes, Master, yes!” Sarah said, moaning and squealing in delight.

“God, what a pathetic little bitch you are,” I groaned while thrusting harder. “Tell me what I can do to you.”

“You can whip me, spank me, choke me, punch me, kick me, bite me, cut me, and anything else you’d like, Master,” Sarah screamed, obviously getting into it. “And I would love it all! I’m nothing but a worthless cum dumpster!”

“Fucking right, you are,” I grunted, spanking her ass. “Yeah, your cunt belongs to me, and only me. Don’t you fucking forget it,” I said, smacking her cheek hard. “You’re a piece of shit on the bottom of my shoe and I’m you’re fucking GOD,” I grunted, and punched her face.

“Yes, Master, you are a god,” she moaned.

“Tell me why,” I groaned.

“Because you’re wealthy, and powerful, and handsome, and strong,” Sarah said, as I choked her.

“Damn fucking right,” I said, fucking her harder.

“I’m nothing compared to you,” she squeaked through the lack of air. “You’re an alpha male,” she moaned.

“Yeah, that’s right,” I grinned, spanking her tits. “Say it again.”

“You’re an alpha male,” she moaned.

Fuck, this bitch knows just what to say to get me off!

“Fuck yeah, I am,” I grunted, and grabbed her head, kissing her. My tongue explored her mouth as I felt my orgasm nearing.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” I grunted, breaking the kiss.

“Yes, Master, cum in me, please, Master!” she begged.

“Yeah, fucking bitch,” I growled, and shot my load inside her.

“Thank you, Master,” Sarah moaned, as she came on my cock.

“God, fuck,” I groaned. “That was great,” I said, slowly pulling out. Sarah reached into her pussy, gathered a couple fingers worth of my cum, and licked it off her fingers.

“Mmm,” she moaned, happily. “That was amazing, Master.”

“Glad to hear,” I said, my post-nut clarity turning me back into ‘Dr. Jekyll.’ “Fuck, Sarah,” I panted. “I don’t know what comes over me when we fuck. It’s like a primal urge to dominate you. I get really aggressive, and I feel like an animal,” I explained, as Sarah was cleaning herself up.

“You’re an alpha male,” Sarah said, going back into her cage. “You are destined to dominate and abuse your slave. If you don’t, you’re not fulfilling your destiny. It’s in your blood, and it’s not your fault. Don’t worry about it, it’s natural. Just embrace it, and it’ll make you happy,” she explained.

“Ok,” I nodded, and pulled my pants back on. Even my own slave wants me to be a dominant motherfucker. I’ve been getting better at being brutal in bed; but when I’m not having sex, I’m still a shy and insecure guy.

“I’m glad you’ve taken a liking to being rough,” Sarah said as I locked her up. “You’ve gotten much more comfortable, and I can tell you’re enjoying it.”

“I guess,” I nodded. “I just need to work on being tough outside of sex. I’ve put on a tough guy act to impress the guys like Ryan so that they don’t like me, but I don’t know if I can keep up this charade.” I’m not sure why I’m confiding in my slave, but Sarah always seems to give good advice.

“You’ll be fine, Master,” Sarah reassured. “If it’s any consolation, you’re more than enough man for me. When I was being trained at Millis, they told me about the different kinds of Masters Boys we could potentially have as owners. But you, Master, are unlike any other boy I’ve ever heard about. You’re strong and manly, but also sensitive. That’s an odd combination, and not many Masters Boys have both. And I think it’s sexy,” she smiled.

“Thanks, Sarah,” I smiled. “Well, I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Good night, Master,” she said.

—

At lunch time, I was talking with David and Will.

“I can’t wait until the party tonight!” David said, excited. “My mentor Logan has a stick up his ass about being chivalrous toward the RGs, but those sluts will be all over me.”

“Yeah, and James tells me they’re a bunch of sluts too,” Will said. “They’re all desperate for some good sex since there are no guys at Millis.”

“Sweet,” David grinned. “What about you, Luke? You excited for the party?”

“Yeah, I can’t wait,” I replied, putting on a tough guy act. Truth is, I’m nervous as hell. It’s one thing to have sex with Sarah, because she’s brainwashed and has no choice. But the girls here are just normal girls, probably more stuck-up than average. And I don’t have game.

“You gonna try to hook up with a rich girl?” David asked.

“Yeah, definitely,” I nodded, still faking confidence. “I’m gonna get her so drunk, she won’t remember a thing,” I laughed.

Suddenly, the Headmaster approached the podium at the front of the podium. Typically he doesn’t do this, so it must be important.

“Good afternoon, gentlemen,” he said, an aura of importance surrounding him. He had a very powerful presence, and every boy sat up straight in his seat. “I am aware that many of you will be attending a non-school sanctioned soirée this evening,” he said, his voice deep and commanding. “For many of you, particularly our freshmen, this will be the first time meeting a Rich Girl. So I would like to remind you, as I remind the freshmen each year, that Rich Girls are not slaves. They are regular women, and not all of them are submissive. You are not entitled to anything. Treat them like normal human beings, and if they reject you, you have no right to force yourself upon them. The last thing the school wants is an assault scandal, so please, don’t try anything foolish. We’ve worked very hard to make our image appear wholesome and respectful. If any of you get the school involved in a lawsuit, your punishment will be far worse than anything a Rich Girl could do to you.”

“I think that’s everything,” the Headmaster concluded. “Please, do not cause trouble tonight. Have a fun and safe time, gentlemen. Carry on.”

“Damn,” David whispered to us as the Headmaster left. “I didn’t expect that.”

“Yeah, we have to behave ourselves,” Will said, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Fuck that, man,” David grinned. “We’ll be fine. If a Rich Girl doesn’t want to have sex, she’s crazy,” he said. “We’ll just be drunk, and she’ll be drunk, and we’ll fuck. No worries.”

“Well, as long as the girls are hot,” Will laughed.

“Trust me, they will be,” David grinned.

—

That afternoon, I went to the library and did a bit of research about Millis Prep. Millis Prep, as Sarah had told me, is a private all-girls school. The RGs, which stands for Rich Girls, kidnap toddlers and raise them to be proper sex slaves so that when the slaves are 14, they’ll be shipped off to Masters. The RGs are very important to the slave-training process, and are considered the most powerful women in the world. After all, a sex slave’s entire life is devoted to her owner, so she needs to learn how to please and obey. It looks like they have a similar process as us: each RG freshman has a senior mentor to guide them through the process. However, the RGs themselves don’t get their own sex slaves. And just like us, only 20 girls are accepted in each grade. These are the daughters of wealthy, powerful people.

As I was reading, Draven appeared.

“What are you doing, New Money?” he asked, looking at the book I was reading. “Don’t tell me you’re reading about how to fuck an RG!” he laughed. “Bro, that reeks of desperation!”

“It can’t hurt to know a bit about them,” I retorted. “The girls are from a different world, and I’m sure they’re all stuck up. I need to know what they’re like if I have a chance tonight.”

“Well, they’re all pretty snobby,” Draven said, taking a seat at the table. “They’re all pretty rich and pretty spoiled. They’ve been trained their whole lives to become socialites, so they won’t go for losers. But since you’re a Masters Boy, they’ll already be impressed with you. And they love hockey players,” he chuckled.

“Yeah,” I smiled, feeling a little more confident. “Are the girls there as sadistic as some of the boys here?”

“A slave girl like Sarah doesn’t become submissive by being trained by nice people,” Draven laughed. “Yeah, a lot of the girls are psychos. This one RG I dated my freshman year would cut my slaves, then beat her for bleeding. It was awesome,” he grinned. “They’re a great bunch of people.”

“Oh wow,” I said, feeling intimidated again.

“Just know your place, New Money,” Draven said, in a more serious tone. “If you’re going to hook up with an RG, it’s expected that a freshman hook up with a freshman. So don’t try to get with an upperclassman; the Masters Boys older than you will kick your ass. There’s only a one-to-one ratio to the number of Masters Boys and Millis Girls, so the boys here don’t like it when a freshman messes up their chances.”

“Gotcha,” I nodded. “Thanks, Draven.”

“Any time, bro,” he grinned. “Have fun tonight, I’ll see you there.”

“Yeah, see ya,” I waved.

—

As I went into the cafeteria for dinner, I noticed that the juniors and seniors weren’t there. They were probably all pregaming for the party. I took a seat at the freshman table, and asked Sarah to prepare me a steak.

“Right away, Master,” she smiled, and got to work.

“Man, this party is going to be awesome!” Will exclaimed, as he sat down. “I’ve needed a good party,” he announced as he took a sip of Corona. “Dong a line of coke off my slave’s back just isn’t the same as partying with real women!” he laughed.

“Man, you’ll look for any excuse to do drugs,” David remarked.

“You know me, bro,” Will laughed, flashing his classic, cocky blonde party-boy smile. “When your dad manufactures drugs, you become a bit of an addict. But fuck it, I’m in the best school in the world. I can afford to have some fun,” he grinned.

“So do we know where this place is?” I asked.

“James gave me the address,” Will replied. “It’s this huge waterfront mansion a few miles outside Silvergrove. Might have to take an Uber to get there.”

“Fuck that,” David said. “I’m not showing up in a fucking Uber. That’s such a low-class way of getting to a party.”

“I can ask my dad if we could borrow like 5 of his Porsches,” Connor interjected. “He lives in Silvergrove, just two miles from here. He’ll give me whatever I want because he’s scared I’ll become a serial killer if I don’t get my way,” he laughed.

“You’re a genius, Con,” Will smiled, and slapped him on the back.

“I’ll call him and ask him to get his slaves to deliver them here, and we can all go in groups of 4?” Connor asked.

“Perfect!” Will smiled. “But I don’t want a slave driving us to a party. Can we drive the cars?”

“Not legally,” Connor said. “We’re all 14. But I can ask my dad to make sure the police don’t look out for any of his cars tonight. He knows how to buy off the cops,” he smiled.

“Sounds like a plan, man,” David said, and finished his drink.

—

At around 7:15 PM, all of us freshmen wore our best attire and went out to the front gates of the school. Some skanks showed up with the cars.

“Here are the keys,” one of the slaves said, giving five keys to Connor. “Enjoy your night, Master.”

“Yup,” Connor said, barely acknowledging his father’s slave. “Good look getting home.” He then turned to us. “OK, who’s going with who?”

“I can drive Luke, Will, and Tyler,” David announced.

“Cool,” Connor nodded, throwing a key to David.

We all got into one of the Porsches. “So do you know how to drive, David?” I asked.

“Not really,” David laughed. “I’ve driven a couple times. My brother taught me. We drove around my mansion’s driveway a couple times. So, 2 miles total,” he shrugged.

“Wow, great,” I laughed.

“We’ll be fine,” David assured me. “Just chill out and have fun. Don’t worry so much, Luke.”

“Yeah, alright,” I nodded, and sat back in my seat, trying to calm my nerves. As David got the car started, he pulled up Google Maps on his phone, and plugged in the address.

“Alright, it says we’ll be there in 15 minutes,” David announced, as he started driving.

“I can’t wait, bros!” Will exclaimed from the passenger seat.

“Yeah, you’ve made that point very clear,” Tyler chuckled from the back. “Is he always like this?” he turned and asked me.

“This is a pretty typical Will,” I laughed. “I like to say he’s like a golden retriever puppy. Always excited, friendly, and wanting to hump everything he sees,” I chuckled.

“Sounds about right!” David laughed.

“Fuck off, you guys!” Will said, but couldn’t stop laughing. “Just wait until we get there. Those sluts are going to want some Will Hale. Just watch!”

“I think you’re forgetting that they’re not slaves, bro,” David laughed. “You’re not going to just stick it in and expect her to cum. You have to work for it.”

“Eh, we’ll see,” Will shrugged, as we approached a stop light. “Man, I can’t wait to fuck some new pussy,” he said, turning to Tyler. “Hey, can you pass me that bag?” he asked.

“Sure thing, bro,” Tyler said, and handed Will a black leather bag.

“Thanks,” Will smiled, and unzipped the bag. He reached inside, and pulled out a little baggie of white powder.

“Seriously?” I asked. “You brought coke?”

“Yeah, obviously,” Will laughed. “You guys have no idea how to party, do you?”

“Well, I’ve never done coke before,” I shrugged.

“Don’t worry, I’ll teach you,” Will said, reaching into his bag and pulling out a small straw. He poured some powder on his iPhone, rolled up a 100 dollar bill, and did a line.

“There we go,” Will smiled. “That’ll get me going. Come on Luke, try some!” he said, handing me his bill.

“Ah, I don’t know,” I hesitated.

“Oh, come on, don’t be a pussy!” Will laughed.

“Yeah, don’t be a bitch,” David chuckled. “Come on, take a hit. You can’t be a virgin AND a coke virgin.”

“Fine,” I said, and grabbed the bill.

“Hold your nostril and suck,” Will instructed.

“Got it,” I nodded, and leaned forward, putting the bill against the powder. I did as I was told, and felt a strange sensation.

“Holy shit,” I said, the drug taking effect.

“Good, right?” Will asked, smiling.

“Yeah, that was great,” I said, leaning back into my chair. I felt like a completely new person. It’s like I have so much energy, but I can’t move. It’s an odd, but satisfying, feeling.

“Here, Tyler, want some?” Will asked, handing the baggie back.

“Fuck yeah,” Tyler smiled, and took a hit. “That’s great,” he grinned, his body now fully relaxed.

“God damn, that’s some good shit,” Tyler said.

“Only the best from Hale Pharmacuticals!” Will smiled.

As the car ride went on, I kept getting more and more anxious. This is my first party, and I have to meet a bunch of new people, and get laid. Oh god, what if I can’t get laid? What if no girl wants me? What if I do get laid, but I’ve only fucked a slave, so I won’t know what I’m doing with a real woman? What if-

“Hey, we’re here,” David said, shaking me out of my thoughts.

“Woo! Alright!” Will yelled, and jumped out of the car.

“Wow, this place is nice,” Tyler remarked, as we pulled into the driveway. The house was huge. Like, massive. It was a beautiful, modern mansion with a huge garden and a 2-floor balcony. There were lots of other cars parked around the front.

“Alright, let’s go in,” David said, and the three of us followed.

—

We walked into the house, and it was a party in full swing. Lots of high school boys and girls were dancing and drinking and having a good time. Me, David, and James were scanning the place, and we bumped into our mentors Draven, Logan, and James.

“Dudes, you made it!” James said, raising his arms with a beer in his hand. “You’re going to have so much fun tonight. There’s an open bar, a bunch of hot chicks, and some drugs upstairs.”

“Hell yeah!” Will grinned. “Oh, here!” he said, handing James the bag of coke.

“Fuck yeah, thanks,” James grinned, taking the coke. “Now go have some fun, boys,” he smiled.

“Good evening, gentlemen!” Logan said, extending his hand. “So glad to see you here. Please, enjoy yourselves.”

“Stop being such a weirdo,” Draven told Logan before turning to us. “You’re welcome to do any drugs and drink as much as you’d like,” he smiled. “Just be aware of your surroundings. If you need to, feel free to call an Uber and get back to the dorms,” he said.

“Oh, we took a Porsche here,” I smiled. Logan and Draven’s jaws dropped when I said this, but James grinned.

“How did you manage that?” Logan asked, shocked. “You’re freshmen, you don’t know how to drive!”

“Well, Connor lives in Silvergrove,” I explained. “So he got his dad to lend him a couple cars, and we all drove over.”

“Nice, nice,” Draven grinned. “See, the freshmen this year are beasts,” he said to Logan, patting him on the shoulder. “These boys are going to do just fine.”

“That’s very impressive,” Logan said, still in disbelief. “You’re very talented young men.”

“Thanks,” I nodded.

“Ok, well, go have some fun, boys,” Draven laughed. “We’ll see you later.”

The three of them left. “I don’t see how those three are friends,” Will said. “James is a future frat bro, Draven is a psycho, and Logan is a dork.”

“I’m sure freshmen will be saying the same thing about us when we’re seniors,” David replied. “But Logan’s pretty good. He’s formal, but when he shows me how to treat a slave, he can be just as brutal as Draven. He’s better at hiding it, though. Must be that politician in him,” David smiled.

“Yeah, maybe,” Will said. “All right boys, I’m gonna head upstairs, get some more blow, and try to find some girls. See ya,” he smiled, and walked away.

David and I walked over to the bar and each grabbed a beer. Before I knew it, David was already chatting up some RGs.

“…and then I punched him, and he fell to the ground, bleeding like crazy!” David said, as a couple of girls listened.

“Oh wow,” the first girl giggled.

“How macho,” the second girl said, batting her eyes.

“It was awesome,” David smiled, his voice getting quieter as he leaned in towards her ear. “And you know what’s even more awesome?”

“What?” she asked, her voice sounding seductive.

He whispered something into her ear that I couldn’t hear, but the girl giggled, took David’s hand, and they walked away. Wow, David works fast.

Now it was just me and the first girl. “Uh, hi,” I stumbled. “I’m, um, Luke…” God, I sounded like such a loser.

“And?” she asked, clearly not vibing with me.

“Um, yeah,” I muttered, trying to find words.

“Ugh, whatever,” the girl said, and walked away. God, I’m such an idiot. I went around the dance floor a bit, seeing if I could find any girls who might be interested in me.

“Hey,” a girl said, grabbing my shoulder. She had long, curly, red hair and freckles on her cheeks. She was pretty.

“Oh, hey,” I said, nervous.

“My name’s Sarah,” she said, smiling.

“Oh, that’s, uh, my slave’s name,” I smiled.

“Uh, cool…” she said, giving me the cold shoulder. Did I seriously just make a comparison to my slave?

“No, no, no,” I stammered. “I didn’t mean, uh…”

“Bye,” she said, walking away.

“Shit,” I muttered, embarrassed.

I wandered the party for a bit, trying to find some girls. None of them were really paying attention to me. It’s not that they’re ignoring me, they’re just not noticing me.

“Hey,” a voice said, grabbing my arm. It was an RG, with long, straight, black hair, and had a thin, petite frame.

“Hi,” I said.

“Do you like parties?” she asked, leaning in.

“Um, yeah, sure,” I said, awkwardly.

“I love parties,” she said, giggling. “I love being here with all the boys,” she said, and kissed me on the cheek.

“Oh, uh, thanks,” I smiled. Was she the one?

“I’m Hannah,” she smiled. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Luke,” I replied.

Then some junior guy came in and put his arm around her. “Come on Hannah, we’re about to do some shots,” he said, and she went with him. He glared at me as he left. Shit, she was taken.
“Oh, ok, cool,” I said, and she was gone.

—

A couple hours passed. It looks like David is having a great time. He’s already gotten a blowjob from an RG, and is making out with her in the corner. Will is doing lines of coke off the breasts of another girl, and they’re heading upstairs. Even Nolan is hitting on an RG, and it seems like she’s into him. Meanwhile, I’m sitting at the bar, deep into my third beer. Some snobby RGs were talking and laughing in a group as they passed by.

“…so I was telling him that the dress was a Prada original, and he’s like ‘who the fuck is that?'” one of them laughed.

“I know!” another said, laughing. “These poor Masters Boys don’t even know designer brands. I swear, every one of these guys thinks a Ralph Lauren suit is the epitome of fashion.”

“They’re such dorks,” a third added.

“Yeah,” one taller, brown-haired girl with brown eyes smiled. “You guys keep going, I’m going to get another drink.”

“Don’t get too crazy, Sophie!” they all laughed.

“Haha, don’t worry,” the girl smiled, and walked to the bar. As she was walking, she looked at me, and saw I was looking at her.

“Hi,” she smiled, with a pretty smile. “I’m Sophie.”

“I’m Luke,” I smiled, straightening my hair up a bit. “Nice to meet you,” I said, extending my hand.

“You, too,” she replied, and shook my hand. “What are you doing, sitting here alone? Aren’t you having fun?”

“Oh, uh, I am,” I stuttered. “Just taking a break,” I smiled.

“I see,” Sophie nodded, and sat down next to me. “I’ve been dancing a lot, so I figured I could use a break too,” she laughed, as the bartender handed her a cocktail.

“Yeah,” I said. “These shoes aren’t don’t look the most comfortable.”

“Yeah,” she laughed. “It’s worth it, though. These are Jimmy Choos. They’re my favorite brand,” she said, pointing to her heels. God, even her feet are beautiful. But what can I say without sounding like an idiot?

“Your feet look, uh, very pretty,” I smiled, trying to sound charming.

“Thanks,” she laughed. “So you like shoes?”

“I like, um, I like how your feet look,” I blurted out. “Even though they might be worn out from dancing. No, I mean-”

She laughed. Welp. Strike 12.

“Oh, um, I’m sorry,” I apologized, my face turning red.

“Don’t worry,” Sophie giggled. “It’s sweet. Thanks for the compliment,” she smiled.

“Yup,” I replied, my voice trailing off. Wait, she didn’t leave after I said that? Maybe I actually have a chance!

“So, Luke, how’d you get into Masters?” she asked, taking a sip of her drink, looking me up and down.

“Well, my dad owns the Anchorage Ice Guardians NHL team,” I explained. “We came into wealth fairly recently, and there’s not a whole lot of rich folks in Alaska, so he sent me to Masters so I could hopefully build connections.”

“Oh wow,” she said, her smile widening. “That’s interesting. Most of the other guys at Masters and girls at Millis here are old money who have had wealth for generations. It’s nice to meet someone with a new story,” she smiled.

“Thanks,” I replied, flattered. “It’s an interesting experience, I have to admit. The way you guys run the world is fascinating. Nothing like that in my hometown of Rumluck.”

“Rumluck?” she chuckled. “Ha, that rhymes with Bumfuck!” she giggled.

“Good one!” I said. I know I’ve heard it a million times, but for some reason, I got a little joy from hearing her laugh about it. “So how’d you end up here?”

“My dad is the Secretary of State,” she said, taking another sip of her cocktail as if it was no big deal. But I guess in this neighborhood, everyone has a famous parent.

“Oh wow,” I remarked.

“Yeah, it’s pretty cool,” she nodded. “He was a Senator from Connecticut before becoming Secretary of State. He actually went to Masters, so he found it natural that I go to Millis. My mother was actually an RG at Millis too, that’s how they met.”

“That’s great,” I said, smiling.

“It is,” Sophie replied. “They’re really supportive of my career goals. I want to work in public policy, so I’m learning a lot from my father. And since my mother was an RG, I had the opportunity to get into politics much easier than I otherwise would.”

“Public policy? What do you mean?” I asked.

“Lobbying,” she explained. “We all know everyone in DC’s a pervert, right? So, I use the skills I learn at Millis, get some sex slaves, and tell the politicians if they want a piece, they’ll vote a certain way. And once they have sex with the slaves once, I’ll be able to blackmail them for the rest of their careers.”

“That’s genius!” I said, amazed at her ingenuity.

“It is, isn’t it?” she smiled, finishing her drink. “The world is mine.”

“So are you a freshman?” I asked.

“No,” a sophomore, she said. Shit. Draven told me not to get involved with upperclassmen. “You seem young, are you a freshman?”

“Yeah…” I said, the disappointment in my voice.

“Why are you upset?” she asked.

“My mentor told me I could get into trouble with upperclassmen if I get involved with the RGs from their grade,” I explained.

“Oh, don’t worry about that!” she smiled. “If a sophomore Masters Boy can’t get with a sophomore RG, that’s his problem. Besides, I think you’re cute,” she said, and moved closer.

“Thanks,” I smiled, flattered.

“You know Luke,” she started. “You’re different. You clearly aren’t like the others; I take it you don’t have a long history of being a stuck-up prick and fucking women since you were a toddler?”
“I, uh, no,” I stammered.

“Well, then we have something in common,” she smiled. “All the guys here have always been wealthy and powerful. They’re a bunch of entitled assholes who are going to inherit their father’s companies and live a life of luxury. But you’re different. You didn’t have any of that, but you got lucky, and now you’re here, and you’re still a sweetheart. Not a lot of guys are like that. You’re very attractive.”

“Wow, thanks,” I blushed, feeling like I was being hit on by a hot girl.

“You’re welcome,” she said, putting her hand on my knee. “In fact, I was hoping I could spend a bit more time with you,” she smiled.

“Oh, wow,” I said, flattered.

“So, what do you say we go somewhere more quiet?” she whispered in a seductive tone. “We can have some privacy, and, well, you know…,” she hinted, and looked down at my crotch.

“Yup, that sounds awesome,” I grinned.

“Alright,” she smiled.

“But, uh, where can we go?” I asked. “I’m sure by now all of the bedrooms are… uh, occupied.”

“We can go in the back, near the pool,” she said. “I saw a cabana there.”

“Ok,” I said, excited.

She took my hand, and led me outside, through the patio doors.

“Hey Sophie,” some drunk guy said. “How are you? Are you here with anybody?”

“Go away, Mike,” she said harshly, and kept walking.

“God, he’s so desperate,” she groaned.

“Who was that?” I asked.

“Mike. My ex-boyfriend. He’s a sophomore. Don’t worry about him.”

Shit, Mike is going to be pissed if he finds out I’m hooking up with Sophie. Draven is right. But I don’t care right now. My cock is thinking more than my brain.

We got to the cabana, and she closed the flap. The windows were covered by blinds. I took a seat on the bed.

“So…,” I trailed off.

“So…” she smiled, approaching me. She leaned down and kissed me, and our tongues wrestled as she sat on my lap.

“Mmm,” she moaned into the kiss. We separated, and I was breathing heavily.

“Damn, Luke,” she smiled, panting. “You’re a great kisser. Where’d you learn to kiss like that?”

“Um, I dunno,” I smiled. “Guess it just comes naturally,” I said, and leaned in to kiss her again. Our tongues were entangled as her hands reached under my shirt, touching my abs. She pulled off my shirt, and we kissed again.

“Damn,” she smiled, her hand touching my muscular torso. “You’re pretty ripped,” she said, and slowly pushed me down, so she could kiss me and fondle my body.

“Thanks,” I smiled. “Playing hockey has its benefits.”

“I’ll say,” she said, kissing me.

Her hands traveled south, and reached into my pants. She felt my cock, and gasped.

“Luke, are you big?” she asked, her lips close to mine.

“I don’t know,” I said. “Is that a good thing?”

“Fuck, it is,” she said, and moved down, so her face was above my crotch.

“Ooo,” she cooed, and pulled down my pants, leaving me in just my boxers.

“Mmm, you’re so big,” she smiled, rubbing my bulge. She pulled down my boxers, and my 6-inch cock popped up. Pretty good size for a 14-year-old.

“Wow, you’re huge!” she said, and wrapped her hand around my shaft, slowly pumping. “I love your big, fat cock, Luke,” she moaned, and started licking the head.

“Oh yeah, suck my cock, Sophie,” I said, moaning as she wrapped her lips around the head. I put my hand on her head, slowly caressing her hair as she began bobbing up and down, taking in more and more each time.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned, as she took in the entire length. Her tongue was swirling around the head as she went down, and the sensation was driving me crazy. “Keep sucking,” I demanded.

“Mmhmm,” she moaned, sending vibrations up my dick. She began bobbing faster and faster, and it felt incredible.

“Oh yeah, keep sucking, you wh-,” I caught myself before I called her a whore. I need to remember that she’s a free woman.

“You what, baby?” she asked, looking up at me.

“Nevermind,” I muttered. “Just keep sucking, babe,” I commanded, and she complied.

As she went back to sucking, she took her top off, revealing her big breasts. “You like these, baby?” she said, her D cup breasts around my cock. “You like my big titties?”

“Oh yeah,” I moaned, as she bounced them up and down.

“Do you wanna fuck them, Luke?” she asked, smiling.

“Hell yeah,” I said.

“Lay down, baby,” she said. I did as she instructed, and she got on top of me. She took my cock in her hands, and slid it between her breasts. She squeezed her breasts around my shaft, and started moving her body up and down, massaging my cock.

“You like this, Luke?” she moaned and panted. “You like the way my big tits feel around your cock?”

“Fuck, yes,” I moaned, as her hands moved her breasts up and down, while her mouth sucked the tip. She was moving faster and faster, and her tits felt amazing.

“Oh, Sophie,” I moaned. “Take that dress off.”

“Anything you want, baby,” she moaned, and stood up. She unzipped her dress, and pulled it off, leaving her in just a black thong. Her body was perfect: she had long, smooth legs, a firm ass, and big tits. “You like what you see?” she asked flirtatiously, turning around so I could see her backside.

“Oh yeah,” I groaned, my cock twitching.

“You like it, Luke?” she moaned, running her hands over her ass. “You wanna fuck me? You wanna shove that big, fat cock inside my tight little pussy? Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“I’m thinking…” I started as I stood up, and cupped her ass, with my lips inching away from hers. “I’m thinking that you are the sexiest girl at this party. I’m going to fuck you senseless, and you’re going to be screaming my name,” I said, and kissed her.

“Mmmm,” she moaned, and grabbed my cock, rubbing it against her thong. “Tell me how much you want me, Luke,” she breathed.

“I want you so bad, Sophie,” I said. “Your pussy is mine,” I said, and pushed her down on the bed, so that her legs were hanging off.

“Please, baby,” she begged. “Put it in me. Put that big, fat, cock inside me. Fuck me, please.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” I said, and pulled down her thong, exposing her dripping wet pussy. God, I needed to get a taste of that.

I spread her legs apart, and began eating her out, my tongue darting in and out of her cunt.

“Fuck, yes, Luke,” she moaned, grabbing the back of my head. “Keep going, keep going, don’t stop,” she panted. “Fuck my pussy with your tongue.”

I kept going, savoring the taste of her juices.

“Oh god, oh fuck,” she moaned. “Oh, you’re so good at this, baby. Oh god, keep going,” she moaned, arching her back. “I’m cumming, baby! Fuck!” she screamed, as her pussy contracted, and she came all over my face.

“God damn, that was incredible,” she said, sitting up. “I can’t wait for you to fuck me, Luke. Please, put your cock inside me. Fuck me, please!” she said, her makeup starting to run, her cheeks flushed.

“Beg more,” I ordered, teasing her by keeping my cock just outside her pussy.

“Please, baby, please,” she begged, her hands running through her hair. “I need your cock. Please, fuck me, please. Put your cock inside me. I want your cock, baby. Please, please, please,” she cried.

“Alright,” I smiled, and entered her.

“FUCK!” she screamed. “OH, FUCK!”

I started thrusting in and out of her, her walls tightening around my shaft.

“You’re so fucking tight!” I groaned, my cock buried deep inside her.

“It’s been so long since I’ve had a real cock,” she moaned, wrapping her legs around me. “Your cock is so fucking big, baby. Keep going. Fuck me harder,” she demanded.

“You want more?” I asked, slamming my hips against her.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she panted, her eyes rolling back. “Fuck me, Luke. Fuck me hard.”

I grabbed her hips and started pounding her, as fast and as hard as I could.

“Oh, god, Luke, you’re so good,” she moaned, her legs starting to shake.

“Tell me how much you like my cock, Sophie,” I said, thrusting into her. “Tell me how much you love this hockey player’s cock inside you.”

“I love your cock, baby,” she moaned. “You’re so hot, muscular, and so, so fucking big. Your cock is so good, baby. You’re the best I’ve ever had,” she moaned.

“Yeah, take my cock, you sl- babe,” I groaned, again correcting myself before I called her a slut.

“Cum for me, Luke,” she moaned, her breathing heavy. “I want you to cum all over my face. Give me your hot, sticky cum.”

“Are you sure?” I asked, pulling out.

“Fuck, yes, baby,” she moaned, getting on her knees. “Cum all over my face. Decorate my face with your hot cum.”

I jerked off in front of her, and her tongue was out, ready to receive my load.

“Cum for me, Luke,” she breathed.

“Fuck!” I yelled, as my cock exploded, shooting ropes of cum all over her face.

“Mmm, that’s so hot, baby,” she moaned, and started eating the cum off her face.

“Damn, can I take a picture of you like that?” I asked.

“Hell yes,” she moaned.

I got out my phone, and snapped a photo. Her makeup was a mess, her eyes were half-open, her hair was a mess, and her face was covered in cum.

“Aww, are you gonna send that to all your little freshman friends?” she flirted as she stood up, her face still covered in my sticky cum.

“I just might,” I laughed. “Took me longer than the others, but I think I got to fuck the hottest girl at this party,” I grinned.

“Aw, you’re sweet,” she giggled. “You know, we could hang out again. Here, put your number in my phone,” she said, handing me her phone.

“Sure,” I smiled, putting in my contact info.

“Thanks,” she smiled. “Well, I better go get cleaned up,” she laughed. “Don’t wanna be at a party with a face covered in cum,” she joked.

“Ha, I’d absolutely love it if you showed up to your friends covered in my cum!” I laughed.

“I’m sure you would!” she laughed, putting her hair into a ponytail. “I’ll text you soon, and I mean it. Um, you’re a lot more than a one-night stand,” she said nervously.

“Oh yeah?” I said flirtatiously. “And what would your diplomat daddy think if he found out his little princess was having fun with a new money freshie?” I teased, holding her hips and kissing her.

“I dunno,” she laughed. “Maybe he’d be upset that a hot, muscular, hockey player was hooking up with his daughter,” she said, running her hands through my hair. “He might have to kick you out of the country.”

“Then it’ll be worth it,” I said, and kissed her one last time.

“Talk soon!” she smiled, and walked out of the cabana.

—

I waited a couple of minutes before I also went out of the cabana. When I did go out, Will and David were standing right there, clapping.

“Wow, bro!” David laughed. “Look at you! Fucking a sophomore RG, that’s a big deal!”

“Damn, Luke,” Will said, slapping my back. “She was so hot!”

“How’d you fuckers find out so quickly?” I smiled.

“Didn’t you see us in the pool?” Will said. “We saw you two go into the cabana, then we heard her moans, and well, let’s just say it wasn’t hard to figure out. God damn, you got her squealing!”

“Well, thanks, boys,” I laughed. “It was awesome.”

“That’s some big-league shit, dude,” David smiled. “Now let’s head back. It’s almost 1 AM, and I’m fucking tired.”

“Yeah, me too,” I yawned. “Let’s go.” We got back into the Porsche; Tyler had hooked up with some RG and was going back to her place for the night, so it was just me, David, and Will on the drive back.

“So how’d you guys do?” I asked.

“Not as good as you, apparently,” David chuckled. “I banged that dark-haired girl I was talking to; pretty good, but nothing mind-blowing. Will fucked the brunette that was with her.”

“God damn, she was insane,” Will said, laughing. “Like, really aggressive. She was riding me like a pro. Got her hooked on a bit of molly, and she was bouncing like crazy. She’s the most fun I’ve had all year. But Luke, man, you’re a legend! Fucking a sophomore, and a big-assed big-titted one like that? That’s insane! I didn’t even know you had it in you!”

“I was worried I wouldn’t get any,” I admitted. “But even before we hooked up, we had a good chat. I think she’ll be more than a one-time fuck.”

“I hope you’re right,” David smiled. “It’s rare to see a sophomore hook up with a freshman. But it happens, so maybe there’s a chance.”

“I’m just worried about her ex-boyfriend,” I admitted. “He’s a sophomore, and it seemed like he wanted her back.”

“Eh, don’t worry about that,” David said. “He’s probably an entitled asshole who’ll never have to work a day in his life. If you have her attention, and you’re treating her right, he won’t have a chance.”

“Oh, so he’s probably like you?” I chuckled.

“Shut up,” David laughed, as we drove home.

—

We got back to the dorms, and David and Will crashed immediately. Sarah was in her cage, fast asleep As I lay in my bed, my phone buzzed.

Sophie: heyyyy, this is sophie.

Wow, that was quick.

Luke: hey sophie, i didn’t expect a message this fast haha

Sophie: i told you, didn’t i? i’ll be texting you soon.

Luke: so what are you up to?

Sophie: not much. i just got back to my dorm. what about you?

Luke: just laying in bed, thinking about our encounter…

Sophie: ooo, so naughty. 😉

Luke: lol yeah. you were so hot, especially with my cum all over your face.

I sent her that picture I took of her.

Sophie: HAHA, so that’s what I look like covered in cum? lol I look like a mess!

Luke: and it was sexy. look at you, eating my cum off your face.

Sophie: haha, I can’t believe I let you take a pic of that!

Luke: so can we do this again?

Sophie: definitely. it’s only fair that you let me take a vid of you fucking me! 😉

Luke: that can be arranged…

Sophie: so you doing anything tomorrow?

Luke: not yet…

Sophie: how about you come over to millis? i’ll show you around.

Luke: that sounds fun!

Sophie: alright. come at noon. we can get lunch, then I’ll show you around.

Luke: see you then.

Sophie: see you!

I put down my phone, and fell asleep. I can’t wait to see Sophie again.

—

The next day, I walked over to Millis Prep. It was only across the street, but I felt like it was like crossing the border to a new country. I entered the gates, and the school was very different from Masters. The campus was very modern, and had lots of green space, but the buildings were old, and were built like a traditional college.

I met Sophie at the entrance, and she ran to give me a hug.

“Luke!” she said, smiling. “It’s great to see you!”

“You too,” I said, kissing her cheek. She really gives me ‘girl next door’ vibes.

“Come on,” she smiled, and grabbed my hand, pulling me towards the cafeteria. “I’m starving.”

We went into the cafeteria, which was similar to ours. A girl who couldn’t have been more than 11 years old walked to our table. “What can I get you, Mistress?” the little girl asked. Holy shit, this girl is a slave-in-training!

“I’ll have a Caesar salad,” Sophie said, and turned to me. “How about you, Luke?”

“Uh, I’ll have a cheeseburger,” I said, and the girl scurried off.

“Who was that?” I asked.

“Oh, her?” Sophie asked. “She’s a slave-in-training. I’m sure that you’re familiar with how it works at Millis?”

“Yeah,” I replied. “You take these little girls and you train them to be subservient so they can serve us Masters Boys when they turn 14,” I recited.

“Exactly,” Sophie smiled. “So this little one is training. I’ve been working with her for a couple months now, and she’s coming along very well.”

“That’s, uh, impressive,” I stuttered. Sophie seems very sweet, so I’m curious what she thinks about this whole system. “So you, uh, you like what you do?”

“I love it!” she said. “I love training girls to become obedient little subservient sex slaves. It’s such a rush,” she said, a sadistic tone creeping into her voice.

“That’s, um, awesome,” I said, not expecting her to be a hardcore sadist.

“You seem a bit uncomfortable,” she said, her tone changing. “Does the idea of the slavery system make you uncomfortable?”

“Uh, yeah,” I said, trying to be honest. “I don’t really know. When I’m fucking my slave, I can be brutal and mean. But when I’m not fucking her, I want her to have the same rights as any other human being. I guess I just don’t get it.”

“Yeah, it can be a hard transition when you’re new money,” Sophie nodded. “But once you embrace it, and learn to enjoy the power, you’ll be in your element. I can’t imagine living without my power and privilege,” she said. The little girl returned with our food. “Tell you what,” Sophie said, grabbing the little girl and turning back to me. “I’m gonna try something. We’re going to keep this girl for the rest of lunch.”

“Uh, sure,” I said, not wanting to offend her.

“Good,” she smiled. “Now, slave, tell us your name.”

“My name is Emma, Mistress,” the girl replied.

“Very good, Emma,” Sophie smiled. “How are you today?”

“I am doing great, Mistress,” she replied.

“Excellent,” Sophie replied. “This is Luke, he’s a Masters Boy.” she said, pointing to me. “Poor Luke had to walk all the way over here. I’m sure his shoes must be dirty. Clean them for him, will you?”
“Yes, Mistress,” the girl replied, and took a tissue and began wiping my shoes.

“Isn’t this nice, Luke?” Sophie smiled.

“Uh, yeah, it’s something,” I muttered.

Sophie took another bite of her salad as if this was just a casual date. “So, Luke,” she smiled. “Do you have friends over at Masters?”

“Uh, yeah,” I replied. “Will and David are pretty good guys.”

“That’s great!” she said in an angelic voice. “Emma,” she told the slave. “Master Luke’s feet are probably all sweaty from walking. Why don’t you take off his shoes and lick his feet until they’re clean?”
“Yes, Mistress,” the girl obeyed, and took my shoe and began licking the sole of my sneaker.

“Wow, that’s, uh, wow,” I said, not really sure what to think.

Sophie returned to me, as if nothing happened. “So tell me more about Bumfuck,” she said, grabbing another forkful of salad.

“Uh, well,” I stammered. “RUMLUCK is a lot less fancy than Silvergrove.” It was hard to concentrate while there was an 11-year-old girl slobbering away at my feet. “But, um, we’re a hockey town. Everyone loves the Ice Guardians, so my family is kind of a big name there.”

“Really?” she smiled. “So are you like a celebrity?”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” I chuckled. “I mean, the Ice Guardians have won 2 Stanley Cups in the last 10 years, and my dad is the owner, so I get a little attention, but it’s not like I’m Brad Pitt or something.”
“Well, to me, you’re a celebrity,” she said, touching my arm. “You’re so cute,” she giggled. “And I had so much fun last night,” she said, rubbing her hand up my leg.

“Yeah, me too,” I said, and Emma started sucking my toes. “Oh shit!” I involuntarily gasped.

“Emma,” Sophie said underneath the table. “Go grab us two Cokes. Go on, shoo,” she instructed. Emma quickly left.

“Sorry,” I said, embarrassed. “I didn’t mean to-”

“Don’t worry,” Sophie interrupted, smiling. “I’m trying to show you to be more casual about this slave thing! If you can’t have a casual conversation while you’re slaves are serving you, then you won’t truly get used to it. I know it can be tough, but I’ll help you!” she said, holding my hands. It’s almost comical that this girl is acting so sweet to help me, but it’s for such a sadistic purpose.

“Yeah, that’s really cool of you,” I said. “It’s just an adjustment. And that was the first time I ever had someone lick my feet. It felt, uh, interesting.”

“I can only imagine,” she giggled. “Emma’s a good girl. She’s going to be a great slave, once she’s trained. She’ll be transferred to Masters during your senior year, so who knows, maybe she’ll be your slave!”

“Ha, that’d be crazy,” I laughed, as the little girl returned with our cokes. “Thank-” I cut myself off again. I need to remember never to thank a slave, even an innocent one in training. “I mean, that’ll do, Emma.”

“Very good,” Sophie smiled, petting the girl. “Now, you have to leave.”

“Yes, Mistress,” the girl complied, and walked away.

“So, now, Luke,” Sophie said, putting her hands on my knee. “Remember last night when you promised me you’d let me take a video of you fucking me?”

“Oh, right, I remember,” I smiled. “So, uh, do you have somewhere in mind?”

“Let’s go to my room,” she suggested.

—

We got into Sophie’s room, and my god. The room was a fucking mansion. The ceilings were 12 feet high, and it was twice the size of the average dorm room. It looked like a hotel suite.

“Wow, Soph, this place is huge,” I said. “And it’s all for you?”

“Yep,” she smiled. “I’m lucky, huh? A king-sized bed, and all I’m missing is a king,” she said, caressing my cheek.

“Oh yeah, babe?” I said, getting in her face. “You need a big, strong king to protect his little princess?”

“I dunno, do I?” she said, teasingly. “You don’t seem like you could take a girl in a fight,” she giggled. “You yelped when that 11-year-old started sucking your toes!” she laughed.

“You wanna find out?” I challenged. “I’ll pin you down and fuck you.”

“Alright, then, tough guy,” she laughed, and I grabbed her and threw her on the bed.

“Aha, gotcha,” I said, jumping on her and pinning her wrists down.

“You’re so hot when you’re being dominant,” she said, flirtatiously. “This is the Luke Dunn I want to see,” she said, as I leaned down and kissed her. Our tongues were fighting for dominance as I reached down and lifted her dress.

“You’re already wet,” I smirked, as my finger slid inside her.

“I’m always wet for you,” she breathed.

“Good,” I smiled, and pulled down her panties. My cock was fully erect, and I wanted nothing more than to fuck her brains out.

“You gonna give it to me, baby?” she asked, begging.

“I dunno,” I smirked, taking off my shirt and pants. “I don’t know if you deserve it, you dirty, illegal slave trainer,” I smiled.

“Oh?” she flirtatiously replied. “If I’m a dirty, illegal slave trainer, then what does that make you?” she asked, licking her lips as I took out my dick.

“It makes me a horny, teenage slave owner,” I smiled, and started penetrating her. ‘Dr. Hyde’ was back.

“Fuck yes,” she moaned, as my cock entered her tight, wet cunt.

“How bad do you want this cock?” I asked, slowly thrusting in and out.

“Bad, baby,” she panted. “Give it to me. Fuck me hard. Take your cock and ram it into me. Show me what a true sex slave owner can do!”

“Fuck yeah, bitch,” I said, and began thrusting as hard and as fast as I could.

“Fuck yes, Luke!” she screamed. “Fuck me hard! Show me what a big, strong man can do to a helpless little slave!”

“Damn right,” I grunted. I was fucking her as hard and as fast as I could.

“Oh fuck, Luke!” she moaned, wrapping her legs around me. “Your big, fat cock feels so fucking good. Don’t stop, baby. Keep going. You’re such an alpha male. I love it, Luke. I love the way your cock feels inside me. Keep going, baby. Fuck me. Make me cum.”

“Oh yeah, you like that?” I groaned. “You like when I fuck your tight little pussy? I love your fucking body, Sophie. You’re so fucking sexy,” I said, grabbing her breasts. “God, your tits are perfect.”

“They’re all yours, baby,” she moaned, and took out her phone. “Come on baby, talk dirty for the camera. I want to show my friends what they missed last night!” she said, recording us.

“Yeah, you like that, bitch?” I growled. “You like watching a freshman 6-inch cock destroy your tight, sophomore pussy? You like watching your big, perky tits bounce, as my toned body pounds into yours?”

“Oh, yes!” she screamed. “Fuck yes, Luke. Your big cock is so good. Your abs feel so good against my body. Your pecs are so muscular. You’re so hot, Luke. You’re the hottest, sexiest man I’ve ever seen. Oh god, fuck me harder. Keep going. You’re the best I’ve ever had. Fuck me. Keep going. Your cock is incredible, baby. Keep going. Faster. Harder. Keep going, baby. Please, keep going. Don’t stop. I’m cumming!” she yelled, as her body shook and she came.

“Mmm, that was so fucking hot,” I groaned, and pulled out.

“Fuck yeah it was,” she breathed. “God, I’m gonna have so much fun showing my friends this,” she giggled.

“Well you still have to get me off!” I replied, sticking my cock into her mouth without warning as she was texting her friends.

“Mmmph!” she moaned, surprised. She looked up at me, and my cock was down her throat. She laughed, and took selfies of my cock in her mouth and sent it to her friends while she deepthroated me. God, that’s fucking hot.

“Oh yeah, suck that cock,” I groaned. “Suck it, you filthy whore,” I said, grabbing her head and bobbing her up and down. She kept laughing as she texted her friends, her lips wrapped around my cock. It was such a turn-on, and my cock was rock hard. “You making all your friends jealous that you have this hot stud in your pussy and in your mouth?” I asked.

“Mm-hmm!” she desperately and enthusiastically replied, my dick still deep in her mouth. She threw her phone down and was fully focused on my cock now.

“Oh, Sophie, that’s amazing,” I groaned, and she started to moan, sending vibrations up my shaft. “You’re gonna make me cum, baby. You’re gonna make me cum.”

“Mm-hmm!” she responded, and started sucking as fast as she could.

“Oh yeah,” I grunted, and pulled her hair back, so I could see her eyeliner starting to run.

“Mm-hmm,” she nodded, and I exploded into her mouth.

“Fuck!” I yelled, my cum filling her mouth. She kept swallowing it as I came, and swallowed every last drop.

“Mmmm,” she smiled, and opened her mouth to show me that she swallowed it all.

“That was fucking amazing,” I said, pulling my pants on. “So, uh, thanks for the date, and the, uh, lessons,” I smiled.

“My pleasure,” she smiled while putting her sweatpants on over her fat ass. “Luke, I think this could be the start of something great.”

I couldn’t agree more.

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