Dependent

Chapter 6

Codes: M+/f, f-self, Exhibition, Teen, D/s, Slavery, Humiliation, Reluctant

When Michael leaves for work, I begin to wash up the bowls and spoons from our breakfast.  As I do so, I rest a hand on my tummy and feel the milk, and two loads of Mr Lain's semen, sloshing around inside me.  He lasted longer the second time, and I found it even more enjoyable.  Kneeling on the carpet in front of the apartment door, I actually had to stretch up to take his penis into my mouth.  He loomed so large above me.  I worked so hard to please him, but when he was done, he left without even saying goodbye. 

The washing up doesn’t take long at all now that there is no backlog.  I turn the air conditioners off so it isn't so damn cold in here.  After placing a small towel across the coach, I sit down and grab the tv remote.  This is more my style.  I know Ms Summers had told me not to sit on the furniture, but that’s just so I don't make a mess.  Besides, what she doesn't know can't hurt me.

I spend the next hour lounging around watching morning cartoons.  They aren't very good, but Mr Lain locked the bedroom when he left, so I can't get at their extensive pirate DVD collection.  The apartment consists of the one bedroom, the toilet / bathroom, and the living room with the attached small kitchen.  I still don't have anything to wear, but without anyone around, it doesn't seem to be a big deal.

When the morning cartoons finish, I switch channels to a repeat of a morning aerobics program.   Ms Summers insists I get some exercise, seeing as I am trapped inside all day.  I could leave, but if the door shut I would be locked out, and that would be bad.  Spending some time exercising each day seems like a pretty good idea actually, it’s not like I have much else to do anyway. 

I follow the routine as instructed by the tall statuesque blond host.  The way her thin blue leotard hugs her ample breasts and rides the curves of her crack must surely boost the shows ratings.  It is just this side of obscene, but then again, I am doing the same marching and stretching completely nude.  I was always so lousy with fashion, apparently, well I guess for now its something I just don’t have to worry about.

Soon my body is covered in a layer of sweat.  Some of the moves cause my unbound breasts to fly around and slap down against my ribs, throwing off little droplets of sweat.  The camera makes sure to zoom in on the host’s crotch whenever her suit rides up between her sex lips.  Each time, she slips a single finger under her suit and deftly pulls it out of her vagina without losing a step; quite professional if you ask me.  Still, the camera work is rather lewd, and not for the first time I question the intended audience for the program.  I cannot deny that I enjoy watching the crotch and breast area of her leotard get flushed with sweat.

After a full hour of sweating my ass off, I could use a shower.  I better make it a cold one too.  I make sure to drink allot of water, but I am forbidden from helping myself to the contents of the fridge, and that’s something I think Ms Summers would be likely to notice.

After my shower, I return to lounging on the couch.  I wish Ms Summers had cable.  Daytime tv is just so boring.  For all the strange things that have happened to turn my life upside down, my days are actually fairly dull.  Now that I have finally got the house clean, it doesn’t take much time each day to keep it that way, but this does leave me with very little to occupy my time.  It would be great if Ms Summers would let me use her computer or read some of her books, but as she is feeding me and giving me a place to sleep, I have no right to complain.

I doze off for awhile until noon.  I am aware of the lack of lunch.  I don’t eat much, but it would be nice to have something to nibble on.  Well, I suppose I do have one thing…

I distract myself from any niggling hunger by starting another of my daily chores.  I lift a long, thin, flesh coloured dildo from alongside the television and kneel down in front of it.  I pick up the two DVD cases left on top of the machine.  One purports to contain over two hours of drunk girls on summer break sucking strangers cock, the other shows a gorgeous Japanese woman in professional attire, kneeling down in the middle of a circle of naked men.  I have done that!  Well… sort of.

I sit back down on my knees and watch as some Japanese titles flash up before the movie starts proper.  It looks like our leading lady is a teacher, though her class looks pretty old; some of them are even wearing masks.  She minces around the classroom awkwardly on uncomfortably high heels. Her enormous bust pressed preposterously against her thing white blouse.  She busies herself handing out test papers while the men that are supposed to be her students use the opportunity to feel up her legs and ass.  I can tell she has already been crying and she continues to cry quietly as the scene goes on. 

Already some of the men have pulled out their (small) dicks and they begin to play with themselves.  As I continue to watch, I begin using my tongue to lubricate the shaft of the sex toy.  While the men keep running their hands up her stockings and into her incredibly short skirt, they begin saying things, in Japanese.  I wish I knew what they were saying.  Their words seemed to humiliate the poor woman greatly. 

“Why are you wearing such an indecent skirt Ms O’Brien?”  I imagine one of the students asking me.

“It’s the only skirt I own.”  I imagine myself answering shamefully.

“It is unfair of teacher to tease her class so.”

I try to push their hands away, but there are too many.  By now students are getting out of their seats and crowing around me.  For every hand I stop, two more grope my body.  At some point I am no longer pushing hands away, instead I find students holding my arms.  Nothing is sacred to these boys, and my breasts become a target for unsolicited mauling. 

“Please stop.”  I mutter submissively, just as the woman onscreen must be doing.  It doesn’t take many of these sorts of videos to figure out what Japanese word for stop is.  My hands roam my body, simulating their lustful groping. 

“I think Ms O’Brien is enjoying this!”

“She really is a slut.”  One of the other men laughs.

I can feel my face glowing with the though of so many men treating me like an inferior.  My feeble pleas are ignored, and fingers begin exploring my private places.  Even as my white shirt is unbuttoned, a man dares to kiss me on the lips.  I struggle and pull away, leaving him to slobber up and down the side of my face.  While I concentrate on avoiding kisses, two men release my huge tits.  They each take a two handed grip of one of my udders and start licking and sucking on the large nipple.  Such breasts are wasted but for times like this.

I begin to whimper and whine, as only Japanese women seem able.  Fingers find their way into both of my lower holes, and I am no longer standing, rather I am being held erect.  The men clamped to by breasts make loud licking and sucking noises, while those finger banging me continue their taunts. 

“Ms O’Brien is so wet!”

“Her ass is sucking on me finger.  She wants it bad!”

“Stop it, stop it!”  I beg softly, unable to challenge such forward men. 

I begin fingering my moist pussy while the men on screen continue to molest my, very grown up, body.  I would never have tits like that.  No woman really had tits like that.   I rub the dildo along my slit, further moistening it. 

I look up and notice I have been forced to a kneeling position.  The students gather around me with their eager cocks hanging out.  I wipe away tears with one hand, while the other demurely strokes one of my pupils penis’.   It looks like at some point it was decided I would service my entire class.

When the first cock brushes against my red lips, I place the tip of the flesh coloured dildo up to my mouth.  The two phalluses enter my mouths simultaneously.  I enjoy watching myself unenthusiastically suck on the end of one man’s cock while my hands serve two more lucky guys.  In reality, I force the dildo straight to the back of my mouth.  It has taken hours of practice just to get this far.  Once upon a time I would have already started gagging.   I press the cock against the opening of my throat, and immediately I have to withdraw it.

I find this all very difficult, but Ms Summers insisted if sucking Mr Lains cock was going to be one of my duties, then I needed to devote some time each day into mastering the skill.   Whenever his massive cock is in my mouth, I struggle to breathe; this is the focus of my current study.

Honestly, the woman on the video is not a very skilled felatrix.  She isn’t even trying.  Looking at her tits, I have to assume this is something she does for a living, so I have to wonder why she is so bad at it. 

I press the cock back against my throat.  I hold it there and breathe through my nose.  The tip of the cock feels so weird pressing down against the meat of my tongue.  I try swishing my tongue slightly from side to side and wonder if that would please Michael.  It is hard to see what I going on inside a woman’s mouth when she is sucking cock.  Ms Summers has given me some print outs to study, but I really need more practical experience.  Unfortunately, I can only experiment with Mr Lain’s cock for so long before it cums in my mouth, and it isn’t even that long a time. 

I take a deep breath through my nose before forcing the end of the dick down my air hole.  His dick is so big, and my mouth isn’t.  Ms Summers says a whore like me should be able to use my mouth and throat to please cock.  I don’t see how she justifies calling me a whore.  She gets fucked every night.  Why, I bet she has been fucked like a hundred times, probably way more.  She is the slut, not me. 

I spend the remains of the hour practicing deep throating.  At the end, I reward myself by fingering myself to an orgasm.  I am careful to keep my mess on the old ratty towel Ms Summers lets me use.  I wish I could stick the dildo up my ass, I have never had a real dildo up there, but knowing it would go back into my mouth the next day ruins that idea.  I don’t even consider fucking my cunt with the pretend cock, not even when the students pull their teacher down to the floor and take turns raping her while she gives out little annoying cries of pain.  Their cocks are so small, compared to Michael’s anyway, and the bitch must do this thing all the time.  I really don’t see why she is so unhappy.  She is gorgeous with her dark eyes and straight red-brown hair.  Her long legs and ample bosom makes me look like such a girl.  She is so beautiful, and clearly those men want her so badly, why was she so unhappy?

When I am finished, I have another cold shower.  I always become aware of my nakedness when I get into and out of the shower.  Without clothes, it always feels like I am missing a step. 

After the shower, I lie down on the couch and try to understand what the hell is going on in one of the daytime soaps.  It isn’t long before I am back on my knees sucking cock in front of the television.   If I can just get it another inch down my throat, then maybe Mr Lain will see how hard I am working.