Study Session – NSFW (Mfm) (bd) (spanking)

Jessica sat and listened as her professor read the poems to her. The smell of old books filled the chilly reading room as he voiced the lines for her. They sat among stacks of tattered volumes in the library’s basement. She sat watching her professor recite lines from poet after poet, thinking of the many dirty things she had fantasized about him.

He taught Jessica’s favorite class, “Nineteenth Century Erotic Literature”…classical stories and poems all about sex in one way or another. Reading the lines to herself was *inspiring* to say the least, she often masturbated while doing her assignments, even going as far as to make sure and leave some evidence of her lust on them when she turned some of them in. She had even caught her professor smelling a paper of hers once.

And now, as she heard his deep baritone reciting the words, all these elaborate metaphors for the dirtiest of deeds, she felt the need to relieve herself again. She wondered if he would notice, as he was so engrossed in the books. Surely she could cross her legs without alerting him to her intentions.

Jessica leaned back in her chair and casually uncrossed and then recrossed her legs so that her jeans pressed against her warm pussy. She shifted slightly and then lightly bounced her foot. She could feel the soft rhythm on her clit, not enough to make her cum, but enough to fight off the need to touch herself for a little while longer.

Her professor turned the page and glanced at her as he did. His eyes traveled knowingly down her leg and then returned to the poem. She blushed a bit, but kept going. As the words became more and more dirty, her professor’s voice got lower and deeper. She tried to take notes on what he was reading, but she really couldn’t concentrate. She slipped a hand down and quickly gave her pussy and clit a few desperate rubs and gropes. She closed her eyes and pictured the scene he was describing to her. She squeezed her pussy with her whole hand, as if to force the lust from it…but that only made it worse.

Her nipples were hard and pushing though her bra. Two hard pebbles formed obvious under her shirt. She told herself it was only the chilly room, but she knew better.

She pressed her jeans into the slit, creating quite a camel toe in the process. She bit the tip of her pen as she worked her hand up and down her denim-covered slit. She softly ground her hips into her hand as she listened to the professor read about maidens in the garden, tasting the honey they find.

Jessica lazily opened her eyes to glance at her professor and froze when she saw that he was no longer reading, but reciting the lines from memory as he watched her. She stared, eyes wide, unsure of what to say.

“Well, now…what are we to do?” he asked smiling wickedly.

“Oh, um, sir, I am sorry, I just…” she stammered.

He put his finger to his lips to shush her. He lifted the book again and continued the poem. She watched him for a minute and then saw him motioning for her to come closer. She walked over and stood before him, unsure of what to do next. Without looking at her, the professor patted the stack of books in front of him and she obediently sat down on them.

“Keep going,” he said to her, his eyes never leaving the page.

She didn’t move…still a bit hesitant about what she was getting into. He lowered the book slightly with a soft sigh and looked at her. “It’s ok,” he said as he nodded toward her pussy.

Jessica slid her hand to her crotch and started to move it back and forth. Satisfied the professor returned to reading, glancing every so often to make sure she was still doing as instructed. The butterflies in her stomach were dancing wildly as she touched and teased herself…in front of her professor. She tried to focus on his words and her lust and soon she lost her inhibition. He smiled at her as she spread her legs wider and opened her jeans to ease her hand inside.

He eyes darted more often from the page to her hands to watch her dirty work. The professor was obviously enjoying the show. She noticed the bulge in his pants and smiled at the affect she was having. She had lusted after him for a while. It might be time to really put on a show and see where this might lead. Jessica imagined this could lead to fun time and possibly even a little more. Once she had him in a compromising position, well she could ask for whatever she liked, right?

She stood up and pealed her jeans from her legs, leaving them bunched on the floor, and just her little white thong to cover her wet pussy. She then sat on his knee as he continued to read to her. She ground her panty-clad pussy against the hard round cap of his knee and teased her clit with her hand. His cock was thick against the side of his leg and clearly outlined in his slacks.

She reached down to stroke his cock, but he dropped his book and grabbed her wrist.

“What are you doing?!” he said loudly.

“I just…I thought…” she struggled to answer.

“Did I say you could touch my cock?” he asked quickly.

She just looked at him, not sure where this had come from. She never meant to upset him. He jerked her across him by her wrist and she was soon across his knees.

“This is what happens when you touch without permission,” he said. And with that he slapped his hand across her ass. His hand smacked hard against her small round ass. He spanked again and again as she tried to get out of his grip. The stinging on her ass making her pussy tingle even as she fought it. Her professor smiled and continued to slap his hand hard across her quickly pink cheeks.

“Stop it! Stop!” she squealed. She knew she didn’t really mean it. She enjoyed the naughty attention of her sexy professor. The pain actually started to feel good…she liked the warm sensation of her ass as he smacked her and she liked how dirty she felt, being spanked across his knees.

“You want me to stop? Oh, I don’t think so. In fact…” he pushed her off his lap onto the floor. The professor walked across the room and locked the door of the reading room.

Then he pulled off his belt as he turned back to her.

“Take off your shirt,” he told her.

“Yes, sir,” she said and unbuttoned her blouse. She dropped it to the floor and knelt there on the floor in only her lacey white bra and thong. The professor took her hands and wrapped his belt around them. Her hands were shaking now…fear and lust confusing her. She had fantasized about being used by him, even about being spanked…but now, now she was afraid.

He lifted her up and wrapped the other end of the belt around the leg of his chair.

“Please…not like this” she whimpered.

He sat down in the chair and spanked her as she knelt in front of it…reaching behind her to her thong clad ass. He pulled her forward to him so that her chest rested on his lap and he had easy access to punish her sweet little ass.

“Now be a good girl and be quiet,” he said as he slapped her ass again.

He slapped again and gripped her cheek with his hand and squeezed it a bit too hard. She nodded her response…the sting of the slap vibrated though her body. His cock grew hard under her as she wiggled with each spank. It pushed against his pants into her round tits pressed onto his lap. “You are my favorite student. You should be ashamed for acting like such a slut,” he scolded her.

“Yes, sir,” she whimpered, her face red with shame.

“Damnit, girl! Be Quiet!” he said as he spanked her again.

“Ahh!” she screamed, her lips bruised from biting to hard.

He let his hand linger for a few long seconds on her freshly spanked ass and then slipped it down between her cheeks. He pushed the lace aside and prodded her tight little hole with his finger. A few teasing strokes to her tight little asshole and then he moved even further down to her yearning, wet pussy. She was such a wanton little slut…so wet…so horny.

Her mind screaming that she was a whore for enjoying this, but yet her body wanted more. “Yes…yes, mmm like that,” came her plea.

“You are so wet, you little slut,” he said. “I bet you have dirty little daydreams in class. While I’m at the board…you watching me…”

“Yes, sir. Mmm…I do.”

SMACK…he slapped her ass again and then leaned down and bit a nice thick bit of flesh on her thigh. The searing pain of his bite made her body thrash. She twisted and tried to pull away, but he held her on his lap. The feel of his hard cock pressed against her tits made her grind against him hoping for more. He trailed his tongue up to her hot wet pussy and bit again near her lips; her little round ass bounced in his face. He spanked again and felt his cock aching to be out. The hot pain and pleasure ran though her as he continued to bite and lick.

“Your wiggling has my cock all stirred up and hard. That’s what happens when you act like such a whore. Is that what you wanted, slut?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then tell me, whore,” he said. “Tell me what you want.”

“Umm…sir…I do…I want your cock…sir…”

SMACK “You can do better than that, you dirty little slut.”

He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. Her pretty little face looked up at him, her big doe eyes wide with fear and still watery from the many spanks on her soft tender ass.

“I am your dirty slut, sir. I want to suck you cock…sir…please,” she said meekly.

He looked into her eyes…with an angry spark that she’d not seen before.

“I…” she started…cut off by the anger in his look.

“You are going to suck my cock and I might even fuck you, but first you will gag and swallow my hard cock. The cock that you’ve been teasing with those big tits of yours.”

He reached down and pulled his cock out of his pants. He just held it there with his hand wrapped around the shaft, holding it below her face. Then he slowly stroked it until a tiny drop of precum formed at the tip. His cock was so fat and thick…she could see it pulsing so hard in his hand. He kept her head held high by her hair, showing her what he knew she wanted.

She just stared at his cock so hard in front of her. She could almost taste it; she was such a cock slut. Her tongue darted out wanting to taste the precum, yet his hand in her hair would not allow it. He was tormenting her. His wicked smile showed how much he loved the game.

“Please…” she begged. She could not tear her eyes from his throbbing cock.

“Suck it,” he told her as he lowered her head to his lap. She gobbled it up, taking her tongue and working around the shaft, licking the head, sucking it in. She took it most of the way but stopped short…her mouth filled with his thick cock, she was afraid of choking. He pushed her slightly and pressed her head further down. She gagged a little as it moved into her throat and pulled back, but then his strong hand on her head pushed her back to it.

“Do not stop.”

He pushed her harder and it went all the way in. She swallowed as best she could and took his cock deeper into her mouth and throat. It was so thick in her mouth that she could scarcely breathe. She tried her best to swallow it down…like food, but it was so thick and hard she only gagged more.

“That’s a good girl…just like that,” he said.

He took his other hand and rubbed the outer lips of her pussy through her panties. His hand felt so good she absently started bucking her ass into it. The cock in her mouth was so big; she tried hard to keep her breathing even and not to gag. She could feel the cock stretching her throat moving deeper as he pushed her head lower. She imagined the feel of it in her pussy and moaned with the need to be fucked him.

She sucked his cock, lashing it with her tongue and got him so wet and so shiny. She worked harder as she pumped her head up and down now taking as much of him as she could stand….and then he forced even more. She could barely hear the door click, but she quickly turned her head to look over.

Fear…real fear rushed though her…someone was there and she had her professor’s whole cock in her mouth…yet she couldn’t stop. Her tongue ran along the underside of his cock and swirled on the tip only to move lower again. Her head bobbed up and down, as she thought of herself nearly naked with his hard shaft pumping into her mouth.

The handle jiggled on the door, but it remained locked. She sighed with relief, until she

heard the keys jingle.

The door swung open and her young boyfriend burst in. He stared in disbelief at the raunchy scene before his eyes. His professor told him to meet him here at 6:30, but…

“Good of you to come, Michael,” the professor said.

“Holy shit” Michael mumbled.

“Oh, no,” her mind screamed.

The professor sharply smacked her ass again, “Don’t stop, slut.” She looked at Michael, eyes wide with fear…her mouth full of their professor’s cock. Michael just looked at her in shocked silence. He was dumbfounded…and angry.

“You’re little girlfriend has been doing some very naughty things today, Michael,” the professor said with an evil smirk. “Did you know how well she could suck cock?”

Michael just fumed as he stared at her. His eyes locked on her as his cheeks flushed with a mixture of rage and shame. His blood boiled at the sight of his sweet little girlfriend doing such dirty things to their professor…she was such a whore.

“Do you like seeing her pretty little mouth filled like that with my hard cock?” the professor chided him. “I bet you do.”

Hot anger sparked in Michael’s eyes. He glared at his girlfriend stuffing her professor’s cock in her mouth like a slut…and he burned.

“Whore!” he screamed.

“Close the door, Michael,” the professor said calmly. “She is a whore and it’s time for her to be treated like one.”

“Sucking his cock, how long have you been doing this?!” he ranted at her as he moved to close the door.

“That’s enough, Michael. I’m going to fuck your little whore girlfriend,” the professor told him. “…while you watch. Is that what you want, whore?”

Jessica couldn’t look at Michael, she was ashamed of her lust and for being such a slut. She felt dirty, but she also liked it. She liked letting it take over. She liked thinking of nothing but the cock in her mouth and the burning in her pussy. She moaned and nodded

her desire.

“Tell Michael what you want me to do, slut?” the professor coaxed her.

“Yes, sir. I..I.. want you to..umm”

SMACK…the professor slapped her ass.

“Tell. Him.”

She looked up at her professor and then looked at Michael. She could see the rage in the veins in Michael’s neck. She could palpably feel his hate as he looked at her…tears started to stream down her face…she was torn. She wanted to tell Michael that she didn’t want this, that the professor was forcing her, that she wasn’t really like this…but the burning lust told her that’s a lie. She looked back at Michael, his jaw locked, his face red, eyes full of scorn. Then she looked up at her professor who looked as though he could not care less if she took another breath. The scent of his cock hung in the air around her face and caused a twinge in her wet, wet pussy.

“I WANT you to FUCK me, sir!” she screamed, tears running down her face.

“You bitch,” Michael said.

“Good girl,” the professor smiled. He unwrapped the belt from the chair and then lifted Jessica to the table. He took the loose end of the belt and handed it to Michael. Her hands bound at the other end were now stretched over her head. The table was hard and cold on her nearly naked ass, but her pussy was hot and wet.

She was so aroused that nothing mattered anymore. She had given herself completely to her lust. She abandoned any notion that she was anything but a cock craving whore. She relished the new identity that she had found for herself. She needed to be used, to be an object of lust. All she could think of was the feeling of being fucked…pounded. Her cum flowed from her as if her pussy was crying, begging to be fucked by him…either of them…just cock in her…hard. She wanted…needed…to be fucked.

The professor reached down and took hold of her lacey white thong. He bunched it in his fist and pulled hard, ripping it from her. She reeled from the feeling of the thin lace tearing around her and felt adrenaline again surge in her stomach. The professor then leaned down and spread her lips really wide. He held his face close to her; she could feel his hot breath on her exposed pussy. Finally, she felt him lick her deeply. He savored the

sweet taste of her wet cunt. Jessica let out a small whimper as his tongue danced on her pussy.

“She looks so dirty, doesn’t she, Michael?” he asked. “She wants to be fucked so badly…but not by you…she wants me…and she did such a wonderful job of swallowing my cock that I can hardly refuse now, can I?”

The professor pulled the cups of her bra down and exposed her hard little nipples. He rubbed them lightly at first and then looked up at Michael. Michael was still so angry and hurt. He was almost shaking with the need to punish her…this whore who had seemed so innocent til now. The professor rubbed them a bit harder, then started to squeeze and pinch her nipples.

While still looking into Michael’s eyes, the professor lowered to her chest and sucked in a nipple. He rolled it around with his tongue. Michael just stared at him as he played with her dark little nipple, pulling it with his teeth.

“Ahh…yes…mmmm…this feels so good, Sir,” she moaned.

“You like her tits, don’t you, Michael?” the professor teased as he sucked them into his mouth. “She has nice round tits…so perfect.”

Then he pinched one really hard.

“Ahh…MMmm,” she screams, but the scream is not from pain…pure pleasure and a smile curls across her lips.

He got rougher with her tits, squeezing them…pulling those hard little nipples. She tossed her head from side to side, lost in the sensations. The professor smiled at Michael’s burning face as he continued to tug and torture Jessica’s hard nipples. His taunting looks caused Michael’s hands to flex around the leather belt holding her arms. Soon the professor moved further down her body and then slid her down the table until her ass hung off the edge.

“Now watch, Michael,” The professor said. “I’m going to fuck your girlfriend and make her scream for me…right in front of you.”

“Yes…mmm…fuck me, please.” she begged him, not seeing the anger in Michael as he looked on.

The professor stared at Michael as he pulled Jessica down and slid his thick cock into her wet cunt. She moaned loudly from the stretching of her lips.

“Mmm, fuck me. Oh, yes,” she cried as the hard cock filled her.

The professor drove into her tight little pussy as her body thrashed on the table. Jessica bucked her hips, wanting him deeper, faster, even harder. She moaned loudly and ground herself to his thrusts. She was loud, moaning and calling for him to fuck her. Michael had never heard her this loud before and his anger became more apparent with each cry. His fist twisted the belt as he imagined her writhing…in pain.

“You hear her, Michael? Hear how good it feels when I fuck her?” the professor cruelly teased. “Doesn’t it turn you on to see me fuck your sweet little girlfriend?”

Michael grunted a response, but his cock stirred in his jeans. The professor grabbed Jessica’s ass tight, flipped her onto her stomach and bent her over the table. As the professor began to fuck her from behind, Michael rubbed his cock in his jeans.

“Mmm…God, yes…” she moaned.

As Michael watched her being fucked, his rage built and built…but also his lust. He watched her soft tits sway…those were his tits. That was his girlfriend and his pussy that her professor was fucking. The intoxicating mixture of rage and lust boiled within him. His cock throbbed in his pants for release and he answered it. He pulled his jeans open and tore out his hard cock. He began jerking his cock in a fit of anger and furiously stroked it, hoping to quiet the flood of hate he felt building.

The professor kept fucking her in front of Michael, and he smiled at Michael’s obvious rage. He looked down and spread Jessica’s ass cheeks apart to watch his cock slide in and out of her wet pussy. His cock was shiny with her cum and he watched her tight little pussy stretch around him as he fucked her. He could hear her moans turn to cries when he would push too deep. He slapped her ass to feel the sting on his hand and to remind her that she was just a toy…just a toy to be fucked by him.

“Ahh…I’m gonna cum…” she groaned.

“Don’t you cum, slut,” he barked at her. “You bite down on your arm! Don’t you dare cum,” he said as he slammed into her.

She bit her arm to distract from the welling warmth she felt. Her eyes watered as she

looked over and saw Michael stroking his red cock. His fist was moving fast, almost punishing his cock and it made her hotter than ever. She remembered how good he felt inside her.

“Ahh…” she screamed, her body begged for release.

“Michael, why not teach her a lesson?” the professor said.

At the prodding, Michael pounced…quick as if he had just been waiting for an excuse. The belt in his left hand sailed over his head and came down hard across Jessica’s back. She screamed…but there was no pleasure in this sound. Quickly the belt sailed again, this time across her ass as it bounced from the pounding. She cried out again and tears began to flow once more. Michael’s arm spun like a windmill giving her blow after blow…his rage like an electric current down the belt. Her ass was soon covered in deep red welts as the punishment Michael had been dreaming of giving was delivered to her small round ass.

Michael finally let the belt hang limp and walked to the table edge. He held his cock out for Jessica and she wordlessly took it in her mouth. She hoped her submission would halt the torrent of blows to her tortured body. She sucked his cock, tasting her own tears as she did. Michael grabbed her hair and pulled her head hard upon his cock.

Michael threw his head back and swam in the sensation of her tongue and her warm wet mouth. He enjoyed her moans, muffled by his cock as her rammed in and out of her hot mouth. He savored the sensation of her licks and sucks.

Jessica could only think that she was being fuck by two men. Her mind shouted “slut”…”whore”…yet she did not care…the feeling of two cocks filling her gave her such pleasure. She wanted both of them to fuck her, to use her, to make her body theirs…

Michael belted her again across her ass and smiled as she felt her mouth clench around his cock in surprise. The professor thrust in and out of her tight pussy and looked down at the marks across her back and ass. He watched her ass move back and forth, such a lovely ass, criss-crossed with red marks. Michael’s anger was still unsatisfied with her cocksucking, so he lashed her again making her ass sting. But her screams of pain were silenced by his cock deep in her throat.

“Good, Michael, again,” the professor said. “Hit her more…make her feel it…”

Michael continued slapping her ass as he fucked her mouth. The stings of the belt mixed

with the thrusts of their cocks and soon she was buzzing with white hot tingles all over her body. Her pussy burned and her ass was a blur of pain. Occasionally the belt would hit the professor or his cock. The sting made him jump, but he would savor the feeling as he kept slamming his cock into her soaking wet pussy.

“Are you ready to cum, slut?” the professor asked. “Is your pussy aching? Are you going to cum on my cock, like a good little whore?”

“Mmm,” she responded, Michael’s cock still fucking her mouth.

“I can feel you twitching, whore,” he said. “I feel your pussy pulsing around my cock. You want to cum from all this…you want to cum as we use you. Don’t you, slut?”

“Mmm,” again is her only response, but her body begs for the release.

“I want to feel you cum,” he said. “Cum for me now, slut!”

The professor grabbed her ass and pulled her hard onto him over and over. He watched her ass shake as he plunged his cock as deep as he could.

“Cum, you little whore,” he yelled as her back arched and she screamed into Michael’s cock. “Cum while I fuck you and your little boyfriend watches…”

“Ahhh…fuck…mmmmm,” she gasped around the dick in her mouth. She screamed as her pussy spasmed around the cock filling her cunt. Her whole body shattered as she was tossed around like a rag doll. Her body was limp and her mind was blank except for the sweltering explosion of her orgasm. She came hard, clamping down on the professor’s cock in her cunt and sucking Michael’s cock as if it gave her life. Feeling her pussy flex around his cock made the professor’s cum boil inside him. Her body shook as he drove his cock back and forth…her body was pushed forward and back by the two cocks fucking her…taking her…using her.

Michael leaned his head back and his hot thick cum shot in her mouth and throat without warning. She swallowed his cum as Michael pulled out and shot the last of his load across her face.

The professor pulled her harder and faster fixated on her pussy stretching around his cock as he spread her open. His own orgasm unstoppable now. He grunted loudly as he slapped her ass…using the sting of his hand to hold himself off longer.

“Mmm…cum for me, Sir. Fill my pussy with your cum, please,” she begged.

Hearing her sweet little voice beg for his cum made his cock ache even more and with a few last gasps, he exploded in her pussy. He felt as though gallons of cum pumped into her as he ground his cock into her wet cunt. Cum dripped from her pussy as he pulled from her. Her pussy was a wet, wasted mess…all hot and sticky, covered with cum, both inside and out. She laid spent, fucked and used, on the table, breathing hard.

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