Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 18

He just looked down and stared at her for a long minute with his cock slowly receding. Sarah felt euphoric. For a girl that rarely climaxed during intercourse, she had become quite the orgasm slut. She had never felt so cum drunk before. She smiled looking up at him standing over her.

The moment was broken when Mr. Michaels frowned and said expectantly, "Well?" Sarah started, instantly on edge.

"Thank you, sir?" she answered meekly. "What did he want? Did she forget something?" she fretted anxiously.

He pointed to her stomach. "Clean yourself up. Eat it. Get all of it."

His demand stunned her. She had never had someone 'blow his load' on her. And now he expected her to scoop it off her body and eat it? She hesitantly reached down and ran two figures through several gobs of the goo and brought it to her lips. Salty and a little nutty with that slimy texture. After swallowing two loads the first night, she had gotten more used to it, but still didn't like the taste. And the texture made it a little unsettling.

She started running her figures over her stomach getting more of his cum in her mouth, moving quicker with each stroke. She definitely preferred it warm over cold, and it cooled off quickly. She had it all over her tits too making it harder to see. She just started using long scooping strokes all over. It took three or four minutes before she felt confident she got it all. He seemed pleased enough with her efforts.

"That's better. Good girl. You will always eat my cum, understood?"

"Yes sir. I understand." He helped her stand back up, lifting her easily. Standing next to him, she realized how small she must look compared to him. He was solidly built and muscular. His biceps were thick and even his forearms were pronounced. She thought he could lift her completely with one arm.

"Get dressed." He pulled his shorts back on and went over to a box

sitting on the coffee table. He pulled out a couple of items. As they sat down on the couch turned toward each other, he handed them to her. They were two identical small digital clocks. She waited for an explanation without saying anything.

I want you to take these home and put one in your room and the other in your bathroom. Plug them in and set the time. The each have a small hidden camera. Make sure the one in your bedroom is on the dresser facing the bed. That should be the right height based on the pictures I saw. What is your wi-fi password at home?" he asked while looking at his phone.

That was a lot of information for her to process. Cameras in her room? She pulled out her phone and looked up the password. She had it stored in her contacts and showed him.

"Good. We will get those set up and when Conner comes over on Wednesday, you will fuck him in your bed in front of the camera. He is not to know it is there. He can fuck you, WITH A RUBBER don't forget, and you will give him a blowjob. He is not allowed to eat your pussy. If he tries, make an excuse, or tell him that you don't like it. But doubt he will try. And same rule applies for him as me. You swallow all of his cum. Any cum that you don't swallow, you clean up. Even if that means getting down on the floor and licking it up! Understood?" he said firmly.

His directions flabbergasted her. She couldn't believe what he expected her to do. In her wildest dreams, she never would have thought she would be in this position. She eventually stammered, "I understand sir. I'll do my best."

"And you don't get to cum. I don't care what you have to do to prevent it, but you don't cum. Only him. Twice. Once from fucking and once from blowing. That's your punishment for trying to defy me." He waited for any questions, but Sarah couldn't form any. "Okay, off you go. I have lots of plans for Thursday, so be here promptly at 6:30. Now kiss me and get going."

Sarah stood with her two clocks and bent down to him to give him a kiss. He held her head and his tongue danced in her mouth. The passion and tenderness of it surprised her. She left and headed home.

Once home, she cleared off spaces for each of the clocks and plugged them in and set the times. She started to head downstairs but stopped when she heard her phone ping with a new text. "Move the one on the dresser two inches forward and turn it a little to the right." She did as instructed and got a thumbs up. "Now the one in the bathroom, move it to the other side and point it a little more toward the shower." Once done she got a second thumbs up.

Clearly, he had these set up through their wi-fi system and he could see them on his phone or computer. Her privacy had just been erased. He would be able to watch her in her room anytime he wanted.

Wednesday came around and Sarah agonized nervously. Conner had continued to send her texts to make sure they were still on, and he had approached her several times in class or at her locker, His arrogance pissed her off, but she kept it to herself. At one point, he said he couldn't wait to show her what a real man could do. He teased her and even called her 'cute slut' a couple of times. She just smiled and tried to pretend that his 'seduction' had worked, and she couldn't wait.

He had clearly told everyone about their planned rendezvous as well. Other guys were hitting on her and she had gotten about a dozen texts. A few were nice and seemed to be genuine inquiries as to whether or not she would want to go on a date. She stayed non-committal but responded to them. Several were just plain lude. Todd Beckmann had been the worst. He just came right out and said he wanted a 'piece' of her sweet ass next. He almost demanded it. She didn't respond to his many texts. He even sent a dick pic. Shocked at first, Sarah eventually laughed because his dick looked like a child's dick compared to Mr. Michaels, Maybe 4"-5" and skinny. Also uncircumcised.

Jenny remained beside herself. She told Sarah that everyone had been calling her slut and that rumors started flying that she had fucked half the boys in class. Sarah couldn't believe how quickly the news traveled. Jenny begged Sarah to reconsider again. "Just tell him you changed your mind." Sarah brushed it off and told her not to worry and that she had everything under control. But she knew she didn't. Things were getting out of hand.

When the last bell rang, Sarah found Conner waiting at her locker. "Ready to go? You're not going to chicken out are you," he pleaded like a boy about to have his candy taken away. Sarah could see he already had a bulge in his pants.

"Absolutely not. Let's go. And remember, we only have about an hour or so," she reminded. "Did you remember a condom?" Conner pointed to his pocket and smiled. As they started walking out, she sent a quick text to Mr. Michaels, "On our way home now." And she quickly deleted it as soon as it had sent.