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Chapter 3: Faculty Advisor
A few minutes after Hiro, Go Go, and Honey Lemon emerged from the anechoic chamber and got dressed, the lab’s main screen lit up. On it was Professor Granville, who was seated behind her desk.
“Mr. Hamada,” she said, “would you have a few minutes to come to my office?”
“Um, sure, Professor Granville,” Hiro replied. “I’ll be there in a minute.”
As soon as the call ended, Honey Lemon winked at Hiro and said, “Sounds like Professor Granville wants some one-on-one time with her favorite student.”
“‘Big Hiro’ to the rescue,” Go Go added with a smirk.
Hiro left the lab and went down the hall to Professor Granville’s office, Baymax following behind him. Hiro knocked on the door, and the professor called, “Come in, Mr. Hamada.”
When Hiro entered, he was surprised by two things. First, Professor Granville wasn’t in her desk chair as usual; instead, she was sitting on the edge of her desk. Second, her usual ensemble of a gray suit-skirt with a long-sleeved black top was no longer on her body but hanging from the coat rack in the corner. Now, her outfit consisted largely of a bra-and-panty set of bright-red satin. Both undergarments had a lot of territory to cover, as Professor Granville’s breasts and hips were every bit as exaggerated as Aunt Cass’s. What was more, the woman was wearing a glossier version of her usual burgundy lipstick that drew particular attention to her full lips.
The most notable item, however, was the brown-leather dog collar around her neck. In her hand was a leather loop that matched the collar and that was connected to it by a shiny steel leash.
Hiro entered the room and let Baymax close the door behind them. Then Baymax, seeing Professor Granville’s state of dress, turned his back to them. Hiro didn’t mind Baymax seeing him in sexual action, but he preferred that Baymax not distract the girls and women who participated in said action, and he had updated Baymax’s programming accordingly.
“So,” Hiro said with a bit of a smile, “what can I do for you, Professor Granville?”
“You know you can call me Grace when we’re alone,” the woman replied. Her tone turning sultry, she added, “Of course, there are many other things you can call me. In fact, I’m rather hoping you will.”
She continued to speak even as she sank to her knees in front of Hiro. “Being an authority figure is rewarding, but at times I also find it exhausting. Which is why I so love it when you treat me as your plaything…” She offered him the loop of her leash as she finished, “…Master.”
To Hiro, this felt like the ultimate role reversal—even more than with Aunt Cass. And he was loving it. Especially given what Professor Granville had said earlier about the names she was hoping he would call her.
“In that case, bitch,” Hiro replied, as he undid his pants and took out his member, “start sucking. And don’t stop until I tell you.”
Granville smiled up at him. “Of course, Master.”
She wrapped her soft hands around the base of his already stiffening cock, then took the head into her mouth and suckled it. Once Hiro’s member was fully hard, Granville began to bob her head on it as Aunt Cass had done, albeit with a bit more finesse in the way she took care to run her soft lips over his glans again and again.
“Not bad,” Hiro said, knowing that Granville wouldn’t want him to be too effusive in his praise. Then, dropping the leash and putting his hands on Granville’s head, he said, “Now, take some more.”
He began to thrust in time with her head-bobs, thus making her take four or five inches of cock into her mouth on every stroke. Granville seemed to be enjoying this treatment, given how she let go of the base of his cock and moved her hands down her body to undo the clasp between the cups of her bra and expose her large yet buoyant dark-nipped breasts, which she fondled as she sucked Hiro’s cock.
“That’s my good whore,” Hiro breathed. “I bet when you see me in class, you’re thinking about my cock even while you’re lecturing on thermodynamics. Aren’t you?”
She looked up at him and nodded as much as the cock fucking her mouth would allow.
Hiro grinned at her wickedly and said, “Well, I hope when you do, you’re thinking about swallowing it.”
With no further warning than that, Hiro tightened his hold on Granville’s head and pushed his hips forward hard, forcing his cock down the woman’s throat. She gagged and gurgled, but Hiro could tell that this was merely reflex, because Granville put her arms around his hips and added her own strength to Hiro’s. Thus, within moments, his entire cocklength was down her throat, her forehead was pressed against Hiro’s flat stomach, and her chin was tucked between his big balls.
Grandville swallowed hard, and Hiro could feel every ring of the gracefully long-necked woman’s esophageal muscles squeeze his cock in sequence, going down the entire length of her throat.
“Mmm, nice,’’ he said, momentarily closing his eyes. “It’s like every inch of your throat knows who its master is.”
He opened his eyes and looked down at her face. Her mouth was as wide open as it could be, and tears streamed from her eyes, just as they had from Aunt Cass’s eyes when she had swallowed his cock that morning. Her throat bulged with his girth.
“What a good whore you are,” he said, making her gurgle with satisfaction. “You love taking my big cock, don’t you? You don’t even care which hole I use as long as I shove it in you to the balls. And since you obviously want to swallow a big load of my cum, I’m gonna help you with that.”
Maintaining his firm hold on Granville’s head, Hiro began fucking the woman’s mouth and throat. Granville made glugging noises as she worked her throat muscles to increase his pleasure.
“Yeah,” Hiro breathed, “that’s my good pet cunt. Tell you what: Today, I’ll let you pull down those red panties and play with your pussy while I’m fucking your face.”
Granville made a purring noise in her throat that was clearly an expression of gratitude but that also sent a thrill of erotic pleasure up the length of Hiro’s cock from base to head. Then she pushed her shiny red panties down to her knees, revealing her pussy and her neatly manicured triangle of dark bush. Not taking her watering eyes off Hiro’s face, she started to circle a finger around her clit.
“Oh, you don’t have to stop there,” Hiro said, starting to pant a bit. “You’ve got both hands free, so get some fingers pumping those holes.”
Granville’s pussy was so wet that the woman had no trouble pushing her index and middle fingers inside and start slowly fucking herself with them. And she had enough spare natural lubricant to slick her ring finger before pushing it up her tight asshole.
“There we go,” Hiro breathed. “Now you’re ready for a real face-fucking.”
He started pumping faster, enough that his weighty balls would swing up beneath Granville’s chin and slap against her cock-filled throat on each thrust. The woman gurgled and gagged as she continued to use her throat muscles to stimulate him. Both the sensations and the sounds aroused Hiro further and made him fuck her face even faster, until he was pumping her throat hard and deep and his pubis was punching her nose as his balls slapped her throat. Granville, who was obviously approaching her climax, finger-fucked her pussy and asshole furiously.
“Here…it comes…you fucking…slut…” Hiro panted. “Here…it…COMES!”
He rammed in to the balls and began shooting thick gouts of cum straight down into Granville’s stomach. His cockshaft pulsed visibly in the woman’s throat, and Hiro cried out “AAAAH! AAAAH!” as his orgasm went on and on. And then Granville, her stomach beginning to swell with the immense volume of Hiro’s seed, thrashed wildly and swallowed spastically as she came, too.
By the time Hiro finished cumming, he had pumped literally a gallon of semen into his professor’s now-bloated stomach. (Hiro knew that was impossible, but then, so was having Professor Granville as his willing sex slave, so he was happy to suspend disbelief.) And when he pulled his cock out of her throat and mouth, it was liberally coated with his seed. Despite being full of Hiro’s cum already, Granville licked every last drop of cum from Hiro’s cockshaft and swallowed it down before the woman spoke.
“Hiro,” she said breathlessly, “your ability to bring a woman to a state of ecstasy is unparalleled. And your cock inspires any female who sees it to worship it like the beautiful and powerful thing it is. To service you, and to swallow your seed, brings me the deepest satisfaction.”
“Glad to hear it,” Hiro replied with a grin.
“Which is why,” she continued, standing up, “it puzzles and disconcerts me when one of our female students at this Institute resists becoming your willing sexual slave. Therefore, with your permission, I would like to call Karmi to this office. It is my understanding that she has been resistant to your offers to relieve her of her virginity.”
Wow, Hiro thought. Every woman and girl here is my unquestioning cock-slave except Karmi? What is my subconscious trying to tell me with that? Whatever it is, I think I want to see how this plays out.
“Good idea,” Hiro said. “A good fuck might make her less uptight.”
“I wholly agree.”
Professor Granville removed her collar and leash, pulled on her blouse and suit jacket, and sat back down at her desk before contacting Karmi at her lab. Hiro wondered if Granville had been dressed this way—that is, only from the waist up—when she’d called him. That would explain how she’d managed to strip down to her scanties so quickly.
Hiro had decided to stay out of view of Granville’s webcam so that, to Karmi, it would look like the professor was alone in her office. It also gave Hiro the chance to pull his pants back up; he wanted his endowment to be a surprise.
“Karmi,” Granville said, “please come to my office immediately. I have an important matter to discuss with you.”
“Right away, Professor,” Karmi replied. Then, as soon as the call ended, Professor Granville stripped back down to her lingerie.
Karmi arrived in a matter of minutes. When she entered the room, Hiro saw immediately that Karmi’s figure had not been altered to the extreme degree that Aunt Cass, Honey Lemon, Go Go, and Professor Granville’s bodies had. But Karmi definitely hadn’t been left untouched by the apparent perversity of Hiro’s unconscious mind. Her breasts were handful-sized and jutted out prominently, even beneath Karmi’s lab coat and conservative cream-colored turtleneck. Her hips were wider, too, and her lips seemed a touch fuller and poutier. At least she was showing some bare leg below her skirt, instead of wearing leggings like waking-world Karmi.
Clearly surprised by the sight of Professor Granville in nothing but lingerie and with a bulging stomach, Karmi stammered, “Y- You wanted to see me, Professor?”
Then she saw Hiro, who had sat down in the professor’s desk chair, and her eyes narrowed. “What’s he doing here?”
“Karmi,” Professor Granville said, walking around to close the door behind the girl, “it is my understanding that you have not been appropriately responsive to Mr. Hamada’s sexual advances.”
Karmi looked at her a bit wide-eyed as she stammered, “Well- Well I-”
“I do not know the reason for your reluctance,” the professor interrupted, “but whatever it may be, this behavior ends now. If Mr. Hamada wishes to have sexual intercourse with you, then you will cooperate fully. Now, do as he instructs; otherwise, the funding for your private laboratory could very well be directed to other priorities.”
Karmi turned her head to glower at him. He gave her a smug smile.
“Take off your clothes,” he said, leaning back in Professor Granville’s chair. “And make it sexy.”
Karmi’s glowering turned to fuming. Nonetheless, she stepped out of her shoes, then slipped off her lab coat before tossing it onto the sofa near the door. Professor Granville moved behind Hiro where he sat and ran her hands over his chest and stomach and down to his crotch as they watched Karmi strip.
Karmi slowly pulled her turtleneck up and off. To Hiro’s surprise, underneath her very modest top she was wearing a lacy, ivory-colored bra that Karmi had to have bought at a lingerie store. When the collar of her turtleneck pulled free of her head, her face was a shade redder than before.
“Aw, for me?” Hiro said.
“You wish!” Karmi growled. “It’s in case I run into Captain Cutie.”
So, yeah, for me, Hiro thought.
“Show me what else you’re wearing for him,” he said.
Still moving slowly and sexily as ordered, albeit with a scowl, Karmi undid the button of her orange skirt, then let the garment slide down her legs to pool on the floor at her feet. Karmi was sporting a pair of lacy ivory-colored panties that matched her bra and whose high cut drew attention to Karmi’s long, tan-skinned, surprisingly well-toned legs.
“You must think Captain Cutie is a leg man,” Hiro said.
“I think,” Karmi retorted, “Captain Cutie is a man of taste who enjoys seeing a girl’s best feature shown off artfully.”
“Hmm,” Hiro replied, “but are your legs really your best feature? I’m going to have to see all of you before I decide.”
Karmi looked at him like she wanted to tell him to go to Hell but feared what consequences that might bring from Professor Granville. But Hiro could see another kind of fear in her brown eyes, too: fear of missing out. Doubtless, she’d overheard other SFIT girls talk about Hiro’s sexual prowess, and now she seemed to be struggling internally over whether to let her dislike of Hiro keep her from having what some might have described as a magnificent experience that no one else could provide.
Hiro glanced back at Granville. She, too, seemed to be watching Karmi with great interest.
“Fine,” Karmi pouted. Then she reached behind her back, undid her bra clasp, and pulled the bra away.
Her breasts weren’t as big as those of any of the women Hiro had been with so far, but they were extremely firm and buoyant. Hiro had the thought that Karmi must have been wearing a bra for modesty’s sake alone, because her breasts didn’t seem to need any support at all. And her semi-erect, dark-brown nipples looked inviting.
“Wow, Karmi,” Hiro said. “You’ve got to quit wearing so many layers. The world deserves to see more of those nice tits.”
Karmi’s cheeks reddened. Clearly, she’d been caught off guard by the compliment and was both embarrassed and aroused by it. Hiro liked that.
“Now,” he said to her, “time to lose the panties.”
God, it felt good to lord it over Karmi this way. Hiro had never realized how much his attraction to Karmi—which he was now capable of admitting, at least to himself—was entangled with his resentment of her smug superiority. To indulge his lust for her while also taking her down a peg was exhilarating.
So he was excited to watch Karmi slide her lacy, ivory-colored panties down to her ankles and step out of them. She had turned sideways to Hiro—perhaps so as not to have to look at him as she took off her last piece of clothing and exposed her fully naked body—and he smiled at the sight of her tight, curvy, honey-toned ass.
“Yeah,” he said, “you definitely need to wear fewer layers. Covering up that body is a crime.”
She blushed again. This time, the redness extended from her face down her neck and across the top of her chest.
Hiro gestured for Professor Granville to go sit down on the sofa, which she did. Then Hiro patted the edge of the woman’s desk and said to Karmi, “Come have a seat right here.”
The red on Karmi’s skin went a shade darker, but the girl otherwise didn’t respond.
“Oh, come on now,” Hiro said coyly. “I’ve got a nice treat for you.”
He undid his pants again and took out his big, erect cock. Karmi’s eyes grew huge.
“I know you want this,” Hiro said. “And you know it, too.”
Up to now, Baymax had been standing quietly by the door. But apparently, the updates Hiro had made to Baymax’s code to keep him from distracting his sexual partners hadn’t quite done the job, because now the puffy robot turned to address Karmi.
“Hiro is correct,” Baymax said. “Your body shows several physiological signs of sexual arousal, such as dilated pupils, accelerated heart rate, and elevated external body temperature. The blood flow to your genital region has increased by-”
“Okay!” Karmi shouted. “Fine, yes, I’m horny!”
Baymax bent forward to examine Karmi’s head. “I see no indication that you have developed horns.”
Karmi ignored Baymax and glared at Hiro. “I hate being horny. It makes me feel…stupid, like I’m just some dumb animal in heat. Like you!”
“Well,” Hiro replied, “try to think of yourself as a smart animal in heat when you get up on this desk and spread your legs.”
Karmi grumped but hopped up and landed her bare ass on the edge of the desk. Then, with another glare at Hiro, she opened her thighs.
“Karmi,” Baymax said, “reproductive instincts are natural. Your desire for intercourse with Hiro is a normal female response to a male with highly desirable characteristics. There is no reason to feel shame because you want him to impregnate you and pass those characteristics on to your offspring.”
Karmi put her hands on Hiro’s shoulders and pulled him closer as she hissed, “Will you please make your robotic snowman shut up?”
Hiro smirked, then turned to his puffy companion and said, “Baymax, power down.”
“Powering down,” Baymax replied. Then he sat down on the floor, and his eyes closed.
“Now,” Hiro said, turning back to Karmi, “let’s fuck.”
With a look of both resentment and trepidation, as well as a hint of lust, Karmi let go of Hiro’s shoulders and lay back on the desk. Hiro used his hand to spread Karmi’s pussy open, then put his thick cockhead against her entrance, which looked miniscule by comparison. Hiro pushed, and Karmi gritted her teeth as the boy’s cock forced her virgin pussy-hole open.
“Oh…God…” she groaned. “You’re too…big…”
“Relax, Karmi,” Hiro replied, grunting a bit with the effort it took to force Karmi open. “There’s never been a girl I couldn’t get my cock into.” He smiled a bit wickedly as he added, “…if I pushed hard enough.”
A moment later, Hiro’s member began to sink into Karmi’s obscenely stretched pussy. The girl groaned loudly as centimeter after centimeter of her love-channel was forced to expand to accommodate the huge invader.
“Oh, yeah,” Hiro moaned. “You are tight, Karmi. I can’t wait to see how much more dick I can get into you.”
Slowly, he pushed farther and farther in, until he finally hit bottom. It made Hiro smile to see that only a couple of inches of his member remained outside the teenager.
“Not bad,” he said, starting to pump her slowly. “I can’t get the whole thing in, but you’re nice and tight. My cock must feel awfully big inside you.”
“F- Fuck you…” Karmi whimpered.
“Right now,” Hiro replied, “it’s really me whose fucking you. But maybe after the first few times, you’ll be ready to participate a little more. It’d be fun to see you riding my cock hard…the way I know you want to…”
Karmi didn’t have a retort for that one. She was too busy panting and whining as her love-tunnel continued struggling to accommodate Hiro’s girth.
Professor Granville, who was still sitting on her office sofa and had begun slowly rubbing her clit, said, “In time, Karmi, you will learn to appreciate Mr. Hamada’s gifts. I doubt it will be long before you crave his attention to the point of begging him for it. To be his sexual slave, you will find, is deeply rewarding…as it were.”
Hiro didn’t think of himself as the sadistic type, but he couldn’t help but be aroused by Karmi’s little whimpers and gasps. It excited him to think that his thick cock was causing her both pleasure and pain, not just at her opening but in places deep inside her that nothing and no one had ever reached before.
So he started fucking her faster. To his gratification, those noises grew louder.
“How long should I fuck you for, Karmi?” Hiro asked teasingly. “I mean, I just shot a great big load straight into Professor Granville’s stomach, so if I wanted to, I could pump you for a long time before I need to cum again.”
Professor Granville added, “This is quite true, Karmi. Mr. Hamada’s sexual stamina is as impressive as his endowment. Even after he shoots his precious seed inside you, he could be fucking you again mere minutes later. I myself have spent hours on end taking his magnificent cock, and more loads of his seed than I could count.”
All of this talk seemed to be having the intended effect on Karmi—to both tease and intimidate her with the prospect of being fucked nonstop with Hiro’s massive cock for hours—because Karmi replied with a pitiful, desperate whimper. Hiro doubted Karmi even knew whether she was begging him to stop or begging him not to. Which was awesome.
“Well,” he continued, still pumping Karmi steadily, “I guess I’ll make this one quick, since it’s your first time and all. You’ll probably be pretty sore as it is.”
Hiro picked up his pace, and now he was panting a bit as he plowed Karmi on the desk.
“Sometime soon…though…” he breathed, “I’m gonna come…to your dorm room…and we’ll have…an all-nighter…”
Karmi was whimpering even louder now. But even though she was clearly still in some pain from all the stretching of her pussy-channel, she wrapped her legs around Hiro’s waist. Then she opened her eyes and looked up at his face as she put her hands on his shoulders and began to move with him.
Hiro felt great satisfaction at that moment—not only because Karmi had gone from letting him fuck her to helping him fuck her, but because of what he saw in her dark-brown eyes. All the arrogance and defiance was gone, and in its place, there was total acceptance. Total submission. Not just to Hiro, but to Karmi’s own desire for Hiro.
The sight was so exciting that Hiro plowed Karmi at full speed. He grunted in her ear as he fucked her hard and deep, and she grunted in return with the effort of helping him pound her pussy as hard as possible.
“Here…it…comes…Karmi…” Hiro panted. “NnngghhAAAH!”
He slammed his cockhead into her cervix, and his cock shot thick, hot gouts of seed into Karmi’s depths. Karmi gripped Hiro’s shoulders hard and screamed “AAAAAAIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” as her body convulsed with what was no doubt the most powerful orgasm of the teenage prodigy’s life. Hiro heard a cry from Professor Granville and knew that she had just gotten off, too.
Hiro kept his cock buried in Karmi until he finished cumming, and for several seconds afterward. Then, when Hiro let go of Karmi’s hips, the girl released his shoulders and fell back on the desk, panting for breath. Hiro pulled out slowly and looked down at Karmi’s pussy when his cockhead emerged from it; Karmi’s sex had been stretched so wide open that it couldn’t even begin to try to close itself again. Hiro’s cum leaked thickly from it, oozing onto the desktop.
“Wow,” he said, grinning. “If I keep pumping loads like that into you, you’ll be knocked up before midterms.”
Standing up from the sofa and looking down at the girl, Professor Granville said, “From now on, Karmi, I expect you to make yourself sexually available to Mr. Hamada at any time or place of his choosing, and to perform any act he wishes—without the use of birth control. In fact, I believe I will be rather disappointed if you are not pregnant with his child by the end of the semester. Youth and fertility must not be wasted, after all.”
Karmi, lying limply on Professor Granville’s desk as semen continued flowing copiously from her gaping pussy and down her tan thighs, managed to say, “Y- Yes, Prof-f-fessor Granville…” Hiro gave her a smug smile.
As Professor Granville fell to her knees in front of Hiro and began cleaning him up—using her tongue to cleanse the semen and Karmi’s juices from his cock—the boy glanced at his phone and saw a text from Aunt Cass.
Megan coming over at 6:30 for dinner and more. Should be wonderful!
She ended the text with a pointing-finger emoji aimed at an OK-sign emoji. Hiro chuckled.
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