Lunch is a dirty little slut

	It's about five in the afternoon, and you've just finished another sparring match with Lunch. To be honest, as of late, you've gotten so durable that her throws, while still baffling in their effectiveness, barely feel worse than being dropped on a soft bed. You are thoroughly convinced that Lunch is exclusively throwing you in these fights because she wants her usual spankings. If your count is correct, she's set a new record at thirty-two throws, trips, and reversals of position.
	You pull off your clothes and use a towel to wipe away the sweat from your body, feeling a bit more fresh and cool as a result. You toss the towel in a hamper and pull another one off the rack.
	Lunch has been sitting on the bench next to you, panting with exhaustion and shiny with sweat, ogling you as you dried off. Now she's openly staring at your bottom, her eyes slowly sliding all over your backside. You stand stock still with the towel in hand for a few moments, until Lunch looks up at you, realizing that she's been caught peeping.
	With a smile and a wave of the hand, you turn your front to her and motion to her to come over. "Lunch, come here."
	Lunch swallows and jumps up from the bench. "Yes, Mistress." She runs over to you with a bouncy jog, stopping in front of you with her sweat-soaked hoodie clinging to her torso. She stops right in front of you with her hands folded over each other. "Is it punishment time?"
	"In a bit. Take off your hoodie, I'm going to dry you off." You wave the towel at her and nod, motioning for her to strip. After nervously fidgeting for a second, she pulls off her hoodie with a quick motion and drops it on the bench next to her.
	Without the hoodie to soak up sweat, her body takes on a lurid sheen, making the curves of her thin waist and small breasts shine dimly in the neutral light of the tower. Lunch timidly folds her hands over her crotch, and stands quietly in front of you. "I'm ready, Mistress."
	"Good girl." You run a hand through her hair, eliciting an involuntary purr. With an amused smile, you straddle the middle of the bench, erection openly proclaiming some lewd intent. You pat the bench in front of you. "Come here, Lunch."
	"Yes, Mistress." She walks over to you, and throws a leg over the bench, facing away from you, and giving you a great view of her pussy and ass. She's already shimmering with wetness. As she plants her feet, she begins to sit down in front of you, at which point you firmly place a hand on one of her butt cheeks and hold her ass up right in front of you. With a jump, she stammers. "M-Mistress, is something wrong?"
	"No, no, no." You reassure her as you push her bottom, putting her back into a standing position. "I just need to dry off your ass before you sit on the bench, you know?"
	"Oh. Okay." Lunch, her hands still folded over her pussy, leans forward slightly, presenting her ass and legs to you. "Please dry me off, Mistress."
	"Good, good slut." You unfold the towel and use both hands to press the white cloth to her buttocks, wiping and squeezing them, a mix of drying and groping. Sometimes you pat down her ass instead of wipe, petting her buttocks with light slaps, eliciting yelps and moans from Lunch. You wrap the towel around her upper thigh at the groin, and begin wiping down her toned legs, massaging the stress out of them. When you get down to her calves, you take it as an excuse to nuzzle your face in her butt and thighs, much to her surprise and muffled protests. Despite her protests, though, her hands that were once covering her pussy out of embarrassment are now rhythmically pressing down and subtly rubbing the surface of and around her pussy, putting her in a state of moaning trance. A small bead of wetness forms on one of the lips, and is quickly massaged into the tissue by Lunch, making the lips look even wetter and slicker. It takes all of your willpower to not start eating her out and fucking her right now.
	You finish drying off her legs, buttocks, and lower back. Putting the towel over your right leg, you look down at your own erection. It's throbbing, with a small bead of precum running down the underside. You give it a couple of pumps and a squeeze, letting out a small moan, before turning your attention to Lunch's ass. "Hey, Lunch, could you stick your ass out a bit more?"
	"Huh?" She turns and looks at you, seeing a hungry look in your eyes. With a moment of understanding, she bends over, pushing her toned butt less than six inches from your face, the cheeks spreading wide. "Yes, Mistress. Do as you please."
	You take a long gaze at her ass. The buttocks as strong and lacking in fat, but still shapely with muscle and toning. Due to the angle, you can see Lunch's pussy, which has also spread ever so slightly, with her fingers still playing at the lips and nub of her clitoris, making the insides slick with passion and lust. Lunch is shuddering with every exhalation, and is really worked up.
	With a breathy sigh, you settle your eyes on her asshole. It's pink and absolutely spotless, evidence that Lunch maintains her body very heavily for you and your father. As your breathe on it, the hot breath makes it relax slightly before twitching, Lunch nervously letting out a mix between a purr and a moan. She bends over a little more, moving it even closer to you face. You open your mouth, and let out a gentle breath on it, eliciting a gasp from Lunch. Placing both of your hands on her buttocks, and gently closing your eyes, you extend your tongue and force your face between her cheeks, pressing them against your face with your hands.
	Lunch yelps and convulses momentarily, pushing her ass against your face. With a lurid moan, she sticks one of her middle fingers into her pussy and starts working at herself. "Yeeeesss~, Mistre~ss."
	Your tongue dances over her asshole, licking, poking and prodding at the center. You take your hands and wrap them around her waist in a hug, pulling her ass as flush against your face as you can. Switching between licks, pokes, and wet kisses on her asshole and cheeks, you feel your erection get harder, and another small rivulet of precum dribbles down the shaft, warm and aromatic, filling the room with the smell of lust.
	With a concentrated push, you force your tongue inside of her, pushing at the walls of her asshole, which has begun convulsing violently, pushing down on your tongue from all sides. Every time it pushes, you push back, forcing it deeper inside. With every millimeter you manage to force in, Lunch becomes more and more aroused.
	"Oh, God, Mistress!" Lunch is grinding and shaking her ass against your face as best she can, through your bear hug on her waist. With two fingers, she's working her hand like a piston on her pussy, making wet sucking and slapping sounds that echo across the whole room. "Mistress, Mistress, I'm going to cum!" Her handwork becomes more feverish and forceful as she nears an orgasm.
	In response, you pull even tighter, forcing the entirety of your tongue, up to your lips and teeth inside, and wriggle it around violently. With a final yell, Lunch has a violent orgasm, her asshole going into spasms, and a small gush of slick lust coating her fingers and groin. You remove your tongue from her ass, and pull her down to sit in front of you.
	Panting with afterglow, mouth agape, Lunch leans back into you and reaches behind her head, cradling the top of your head as you place wet, sucking kisses on her shoulder and neck. "Mistress, that was amazing. I love you, Mistress." Gasping out her appreciation, she goes back to open-mouthed panting, a thick gob of drool running down her face.
	You seal you lips against the nape of her neck and suck hard, making her squeal with pain and excitement. "I know. Good slut." Taking a look at her panting face, you see her pink tongue lolling out of her mouth, slicked with saliva, making her lips and mouth look erogenous. Without giving it much thought, you slip two fingers over the top of her tongue, and slide them halfway into her mouth. With an open-mouthed moan, Lunch seals her wet lips over your fingers and begins lashing against them with her tongue, making a loud sucking noise as you slide your fingers in and out.
	A moment's curiosity passes by, and as you pump your fingers, grinding your hard member against her lower back, you slowly slide your fingers farther and farther back into her mouth. At some point around the second knuckle, Lunch begins to become aware of what you're doing, perking up and becoming progressively more nervous as you work your fingers deeper into her mouth. Her absent-minded moans become short, hard groans of unsure protest, as she naturally reacts to the thought of choking.
	You take the towel draped over your leg with your free hand, and start wiping down her front, muttering gentle, quiet reassurance into her ear. "Shh, it's okay, Lunch, just relax. Deep breaths." You run the towel in a slow, big circle over her sweat-slicked stomach, applying pressure like a massage. You press your breasts and stomach against her back, whispering so close to her ear that your lips brush against the ridge. "Deep breaths. You can do it, Lunch."
	Lunch closes her eyes, taking long breaths through her nose, and tries her hardest to relax. In time with her, your fingers start to pump more slowly, and at longer length, matching the pace of her moans. After a few minutes, you manage to work them in all the way to the base, lightly touching her lips. You can feel the tips of your fingers reaching the point where her tongue starts to turn down into her throat, and you leave them at rest in that position, Lunch licking wildly at your fingers and running her hands along your legs, slumped against you. Your penis has been so excited that there's a wet patch on her lower back of your precum.
	You plant a small kiss behind her ear, and whisper giddily. "You're doing so well. Now, breathe deeply." With a short pause, you force the base of your fingers against her lips, and push the tips of your fingers ever so barely down the back of her throat.
	Lunch is about to gasp, when her gag reflex takes over, making her start to panic from the choking sensation. You remove your fingers from her throat, and return them back to where they were before. Lunch coughs once, a sling of drool spurting onto your hand as her mouth opens wide to start gasping. As she's about to say something, you slide your fingers back down into her throat, making her gag again. With her mouth open, her gagging sends another few specks of spit onto your hand, the excess running out of the corners of her mouth and down to her chin, where it drips off between her breasts, which you've begun massaging with the towel, cleaning them of sweat and drool as you work.
	You notice Lunch is getting very tense, and her fingers are trying to dig into your flesh. There's a single tear running out of the corner of her right eye, and she's whimpering quietly. Tossing the towel on the bench, you use your free hand to stroke her head gently.
	Gently nibbling on her ear, you whisper with feverish excitement. "Come on, Lunch, just three more times and I'll give you a reward. This is your punishment for today, and I've decided that you might have some talent for this, so I want to train you." You place a tender kiss on the skin behind her ear, goosebumps forming on both of your bodies. "You'll try your hardest, right?"
	As you sit patiently, half-humping Lunch's back with your leaking erection, she takes a deep breath, closes her eyes, and wraps her lips around your fingers again. After a short pause, she nods meekly. You think there might be a small smile forming at the corner of her lips. She seems at least a little happy that you're giving her some special attention.
	At this point, you think you've figured out how to push Lunch's buttons, which excites your sense of dominance, making you chew on your bottom lip to keep from laughing. Using your free hand, you pull Lunch's legs back one at a time, hooking them behind your own, and hoisting her up into your lap, your cock rubbing against her pussy as she shifts unsteadily in the awkward position. After sliding your legs forward and narrowing the angle a good bit, she finally finds a sense of stability.
	You take the free hand and, after giving her a few more strokes on her head, place it firmly against the middle of her torso, holding her up. "Okay, Lunch. Three more times." As you speak encouragingly to Lunch, her hands both drift to the one on her stomach and fold over the top of it, nervously tracing the fingers and ridges of your hand.
	With one small, swift motion, you slide your fingers back down into her throat, down to the same depth that made her gag before. You feel her mouth and throat quiver as she tries to resist momentarily before the natural reflex sets in, making her cough and spit up a bit more drool. Her entire face flushes red, and tears run down the side of her face as she gags.
	You place another small, sweet kiss on her neck. You speak encouragingly, exactly like talking to a dog that learned a new trick. "Go~od gi~rl." You pull your fingers out of her throat, letting her gasp for air. In her momentary daze, she reaches down to her crotch, fondling both herself and the head of your cock, which is just barely poking out in front of her pussy, stained with her lust. She palms the head, giving it a couple of squeezes and a firm rub before going back to playing with herself.
	Leaning your head forward and upward, you press the front of your cheek against her ear, whispering as closely into her ear as you can manage with a throaty voice. "Two more."
	Lunch closes her eyes tightly and focuses as your fingers begin sliding back into her throat. This time, she manages to not gag for almost an entire second or so before it overpowers her. She's still playing with herself, and you think she might be rather close to another orgasm.
	With a short laugh, you announce the finale to Lunch. "One more time. Try really hard for me." As Lunch nods meekly, you place a firm kiss on the flesh of her neck just behind and below her ear, and then bite firmly with your teeth, just hard enough to hurt, making Lunch whimper pathetically like prey caught in a trap, sending her into an orgasm that sprays her fluids all over the bench in front of her and your cock. As she moans, you slide your fingers in quickly, just a little bit farther than before.
	Lunch's eyes go wide, and a long, euphoric moan gets cut off by your invading fingers. Her throats quivers and shakes, but doesn't clench shut for two entire seconds.
	As Lunch gags for the last time, you pull your fingers out of her mouth with a flourish and let them hang in front of her, dripping with her saliva. Grabbing the towel in front of both of you, you towel off your hands and plant a few kisses on Lunch's cheek, shifting her weight off of your lap with both hands and setting her face-down on the bench. Leaning over her and grabbing her waist with both hands, her legs still spread over the bench, your voice becomes rough with lust and excitement. Your cock has been teased and played with for so long that you feel like you're going to burst. You need to bury it somewhere, and now. "Good Lunch. You did so well for your first time. I'm really proud of you right now." With your praise spilling over her, Lunch pants and smiles warmly.
	You, however, aren't quite done yet. "Now, here's your reward, slut. Enjoy it thoroughly." Placing two fingers against her asshole, you push in and work it until it relaxes. With a forceful pull, your fingers slide out of her ass, making her entire lower half jerk and bounce in the air.
	Grabbing your hard, slick cock with your right hand, and bracing yourself against her lower back with your left, youd press the head of your penis against her asshole, and then slide it in with one smooth, measured motion. Lunch lets out a throaty moan and starts to involuntarily push her ass up against your hips. You start thrusting in and out without ceremony, the room slowly being filled with ragged panting and moaning, until you finally slam all the way home inside her, grabbing her waist and pulling her ass in tightly as cum pumps and shoots into her ass.
	After a good ten seconds of moaning, your orgasm finally tapers off, and you fall back onto the bech, now deflating and relieved.
	Lunch is completely worn out and covered in sweat all over again, and looks to be falling asleep. You take another clean towel from the rack and drape it over her, pulling her legs up onto the bench so that she can sleep more comfortably. After toweling yourself off, you lean down and speak to Lunch in a hushed tone.
	"That was a good training session, pet. I want you to come up here every day from now on after class. Can you do that?"
	Lunch looks at you with empty, dazed eyes, and with a half-smile, nods weakly before drifting off to sleep.