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How to treat your teacher.
🕑 Added 2021-06-30 20:59:22 +0000 UTCOne of the three poll stories you'll be getting this week. Would've been up yesterday if not for internet problems.
Twenty years after the fall of the First Order, Jedi Grandmaster Rey Skywalker takes advantage of her latest young padawan for a night of stress-release for him, and abuse for her.
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The soft hiss of the long blue grasses was like the rolling of the ocean, waves and waves of wind-blown blades rippling like water in a vast, flat plain. In the vast prairie, a simple domed building stood out, large and low, standing like a mountain the vast flatness that surrounded it.
On some nights the dome would be illuminated by the lights of many windows as the force-sensitive students of the academy enjoyed their evening. Tonight there was only one, near the bottom of the dome’s western edge, a single, lonely speck.
Kavyn Kavor let out a low sigh and turned away from the serenity of the scene beyond his window. It had been a few months since he’d come to the academy, and he was beginning to miss home. The excitement of learning about and honing his newfound abilities had begun to wear off and the melancholy of being stranded among strangers without any friendly faces to speak of was setting in.
Well, that wasn’t entirely true. There were many other apprentices sharing the journey who were very pleasant, and of course the handful of masters teaching them, but no one he would call a friend per se. It was more the frustration of being isolated that was getting to him, the daily training, the endless lessons, and no chance for him to relax or unwind unless he was in his bed. It didn’t help that he was surrounded by lots of beautiful older girls, the kind that would never have noticed he existed if he hadn’t been forced into the same dome as them. He ached to get close to one of them, any of them, but he knew well enough he wouldn’t have a chance even if he did know what he was doing with them.
There was a soft chime and Kavyn frowned, opening the door to his room to reveal perhaps the person who best exemplified that problem.
Master Rey Skywalker looked down at him, clad in her usual robes and smiling brightly. “Hello Kavyn.” She said, bowing her head. “May I come in?”
“I… um, yes, master Skywalker.” Kavyn nodded nervously, standing out of her way and wincing at his untidy floor. “Is everything ok?”
“That’s what I was going to ask you.” Rey sighed, “You’re usually very enthusiastic during training, but I’ve noticed you’ve been quiet lately.”
Kavyn swallowed and glanced at the mirror hanging on his wall. He wasn’t very impressive physically, a thin, small boy with dark ruddy skin and short blunt horns growing from his head. He wasn’t the only Zabrak in the academy by a long shot and compared to them, he always felt like a poor example of their species. The runt of the litter.
Rey Skywalker, on the other hand, was a curvaceous and stunningly beautiful woman. It had been some twenty years since the fall of the First Order, and whilst she’d been lovely then, the years had been exceedingly kind to her. Beneath her tan robes and leather belts, Rey’s body was soft in all the best places, with fat, firm breasts and broad baby-bearing hips. Since becoming the grandmaster of the only force-sensitive academy in the galaxy, Rey had experienced quite the change in lifestyle from a desert-rat and rebel starving and scavenging for meals, now at forty years old, her body had blossomed from a slender beauty to a voluptuous milf.
“I’ve just been… homesick, a little.” Kavyn admitted reluctantly, watching as Rey perched herself on his messy bed.
“Lonely.” Rey smiled sadly. “I understand.”
“It’s alright… I’ll focus myself; I promise.” Kavyn said, “I won’t let you down.”
“Kavyn.” Rey tutted sternly. “Don’t you remember what we covered in History class?”
“Um… yes?” Kavyn nodded uncertainly, not seeing exactly why that was relevant.
“The Jedi order forbade all attachment; every aspect of their lives was tightly controlled.” Rey explained anyway. “They fell because their members were cut off from the galaxy and from themselves, emotion, connection, it was all sacrificed for strength. Their choice to bind themselves so tightly made it all too easy for one to snap, and for the entire system to become extinct. That’s why I teach all aspects of the force, the only path to the future is through balancing the light and the dark, the spiritual… and the physical…”
“I don’t…”
“If you’re lonely, Kavyn… you only have to ask for company.” Rey purred.
Kavyn blushed darkly, swallowing as Rey moved onto her knees and smiled at him. “I am your master, you’re my padawan, it’s my duty to take care of you.”
“Um… yeah.” Kavyn nodded, eyes widening as Rey slipped her robes from her shoulder, revealing only a tight leather strap covering her upper body, squeezing her buxom chest snug and a tiny pair of black panties clinging to her hips.
“Would you like to spend the night with me, Kavyn?” Rey asked softly.
Kavyn could only nod as Rey stroked her palms up her body and tugged on the belt with her thumbs, making each of her plump breasts jiggle and quake. The dark-haired woman grinned and slipped the belt downwards, slowly revealing the dark pink of her nipples before her fat tits fell freely over the belt’s leather.
“I’ve been lonely too, Kavyn.” Rey crooned, pressing her breasts between her forearms and biting her lip. “And as your master, it’s your duty to take care of me too, isn’t it?”
“Uh huh.”
“Good boy.” Rey giggled, rolling back and raising her legs. Kavyn groaned as Rey plump heart-shaped rear was shown off, her shapely legs reaching upwards to the ceiling before spreading wide. He could see the valley of Rey’s cunt through her panties as she stroked her thighs and sighed lustfully, growing more and more aware of just how hard he was getting as Rey continued her little striptease.
Rey’s panties slipped up her legs with a simple wave of a hand, flicking off her toe with a well-measured kick and landing over Kavyn’s shoulder. The last Jedi let out a delighted giggle and stroked her sopping petals with one hand, beckoning sultrily with her other to the stunned padawan standing at the foot of the bed.
“M… master Skywalker…”
“Hmm, you don’t have to call me that when we’re like this, honey.” Rey cooed, helping him strip off his shirt as he knelt between her thick thighs. “We’re more than just master and padawan here.”
“Wh… what should I call you then?” Kavyn frowned, feeling hot even with the cool night air blowing over his naked body.
Rey leaned forwards and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Whatever you like.”
Kavyn groaned wordlessly against her mouth and pressed forwards, clambering on top of Rey as the older woman lay back with a purr. It was his first time with a woman, and he’d almost hoped that his substantial fantasising about the matter would have given him a better idea about just what the hell to do. Instead, he found himself sitting on Rey’s stomach with his palms mashing into her fat, squishy udders and moaning into her mouth.
Rey didn’t seem to mind, her hands caressing his slender back as he ground his throbbing erection against her stomach. She laughed as he finally released her from the kiss and bit her lip. “Eager?”
“Y… yeah?” he managed to croak, still rubbing his cock against her belly.
“Come here, let’s do this right.” Rey cooed, grabbing him by the rear and pulling him closer, over her breasts, so that her head was between his thighs. She purred again as his pole fell over her face, drinking in the scent of his excitement and the throbbing warmth of his flesh over her cheek. “I thought you’d be big; the shy ones always are.”
“M… master.” Kavyn whined as Rey blew teasingly over his shaft.
“Take my hair down.” Rey interrupted sternly, using the same tone she used when training him in proper combat technique. Kavyn shivered as he reached for her scalp, he’d never be able to hold his lightsaber again without thinking of Rey’s blushing, sultry face nuzzling his cock.
With trembling hands, he tugged his master’s hair free of it’s three buns and looked down at her for guidance, only to gasp as her lips wrapped around his shaft. “Mmm, good boy.” Rey crooned, “Now take two nice big handfuls.”
“Uh, yes master.” Kavyn nodded, gingerly winding two fistfuls of his master’s glossy black hair around his fingers. “What now?”
“Use me.” Rey sighed lustfully, opening her mouth wide and extending her tongue. Kavyn’s eyes widened as he saw the deep wet cavern of Rey’s mouth just waiting to be filled, that wet pink tongue wiggling invitingly, those plush lips just begging to kiss his flesh.
Taking a deep breath, he squeezed down on Rey’s hair a little tighter and pushed forwards. Inch by inch his cock slipped down Rey’s throat, immediately being slathered by her tongue and massaged by her inner cheeks as she sucked hungrily. The sensations were fantastic, and overwhelming, it wasn’t long until Kavyn was desperately bucking his hips against his master’s pretty face.
“Ohhh goddds.” He cried as he bottomed out in Rey’s throat yet again, clutching her hair tightly and using it as reigns to yank her face tight against his thrusts. His usually prim and pristine master’s face was red and wet with her own spit, her eyes half-closed and rattling around her head with every jerking thrust of her young lover against her gullet. “Master!”
Rey was lost in a pleasure coma of her own making, her hands limp at her sides and her toes curling as her newest boytoy rammed himself into her with all the primal violence she’d come to crave. He wasn’t the first apprentice she’d seduced by a long shot, but so far he was by far the best. She supposed twenty years of secretly grooming her students to find those with the biggest, fattest cocks and the will to use them had honed her ability to pick out a good mate.
All of Kavyn’s frustration was coming pouring out in the form of feral, violent lust, slamming his cock deep into his master’s sopping throat, tearing her hair out by the roots, squeezing her skull between his thighs as he pounded and pounded her warm, wet mouth.
She had always been a glutton for punishment, and her students so often had no experience in measuring themselves when they got excited. Any other lover might agree to her desires of being treated roughly, but they would always know their own strength, always know how much force was too much. Her boys? Not so much. They used her however they wanted, however they needed, because years of pent-up frustration was being given the perfect outlet. They would fuck her, choke her, squeeze her, bite her, beat her, do whatever the wanted and whatever they needed to finally blow off the steam that had been building inside them, and Rey would take it all until she was a battered, cummy mess.
“Gluh.” Rey gurgled as Kavyn finally pulled back and splattered her face from cheek to forehead with the thick white load she’d been craving for weeks. “Huah… ghood… bohy.”
“Master, are you alright?” Kavyn gasped, looking down and suddenly recognising what an utter mess he’d made of his teacher.
“Never better.” Rey smiled, licking her lips and sighing with contentment. “You’ll have to fuck me harder than that to hurt me.”
“I… I got carried away.” Kavyn stammered, shuffling back and moving to the edge of the bed. “I’m sorry.”
Rey sighed and wiped the running mascara from her cheeks, clearly dear, sweet Kavyn was going to need a little more… encouragement. She flashed a red-faced smile and rolled onto her front. “It’s alright, Daddy…” she poured all of her seduction and suggestion into the last word, pushing her fat, quivering ass up and giving it a wiggle. She could almost feel Kavyn’s eyes following her cheeks as they bounced and jiggled with just the tiniest of movements, a fat, fertile peach just aching to be put to good use. “I know how you can make it up to me.”
In an instant, Kavyn had mounted Rey again, his slender hands sinking into the depraved master’s wobbling assmeat tight enough to bruise and his fat, spit-soaked cock ramming against the hairy mound of his master’s cunt.
Rey whined through her nose as Kavyn set to work relieving his frustrations on her pussy, yanking on her hair painfully.
“That’s it Daddy… let it all out.” She grinned, “That’s what I’m here for.”
Comments
Alun Lewis
Well...I guess Rey's method of running the New, New Jedi Order is working wonders, if it's lasted 20 years. Though I do wonder if Rey has used her stress-reduction sessions with various Padawans for her own long-term needs...the Skywalker and Palpatine bloodlines do need some more non-Sith members in its ranks ;)
