Teaching Her a Lesson Part 5: The Test

She sat in her now-familiar place on the desk. Topless. At least it didn’t hurt to sit anymore. It had – for a week. Just as promised.

Her collar waited on the desk, her dignity outside the door. All was as it should be.

Until the wrong man walked through the door.

Not Sir, but another of her professors. Mr Woods. He stared at her, wide-eyed. Her heart stopped.

“Miss Harris, this is highly inappropriate!” He exclaimed.

Sir walked in. Somehow, he didn’t look suprised to see the other man, who turned to look at him. “Why is your student half dressed in an empty classroom?”

“Drop the act Tim, no one’s around to catch us. Classes are over.” He said calmly.

‘Tim’s’ lips twitched. “Why isn’t she fully undressed?” He mock-demanded.

She stopped shaking, looked between them uncertainly.

“On your knees, sweetie,” Sir said, without acknowledging him.

Swallowing, she dropped to her knees obediently. Sir collared her, tipped her chin up with a thumb so she had to look at him.

“I told you to concentrate in your other classes, or there’d be consequences. But you didn’t listen, didn’t you, you little slut?” He shook her. “Now you have to service both of us tonight as penance.”

She swallowed. “Sorry sir,” she whispered.

“Saying sorry isn’t good enough. Go over to Professor Woods and *show* him how sorry you are.”

She crawled over to him. His cock was already bulging deliciously in his trousers, and she freed it quickly. He was incredibly girthy. The thing she truly appreciated about a man.

“Fun as it is to watch you drool over me… I prefer it to be because my cock is in your throat.”

He grabbed a good handful of her hair, held himself a breath away from her lips. “Lick it,” he ordered.

She already was – couldn’t resist the dribble of pre-cum at his tip. Savouring the taste of this new cock, she covered it slowly with her warm, wet mouth, licking and sucking to take it all in as much as possible. Her head bobbed back and forth. She made these hungry, slutty sounds as she gulped him down, choked as he forced himself into her throat.

Her jaw ached with his thickness… It felt like he was trying to unhinge it. She could barely manage to keep her lips tight around him; was drooling everywhere, but still eagerly licked as much of him as she could manage whilst deepthroating his tip. Her pussy pulsed uncontrollably. She was completely and totally focused on cock. Her natural state.

Dimly she heard the cock’s owner speak, admiringly. “You’ve got her well trained. I didn’t know she was this much of a whore.”

“She’s my whore, though. Don’t be getting any ideas.” Sir was laughing. “You’re just helping me occupy her slutty little mouth.”

She whimpered at the sound of his voice. Roughly was yanked away from the dick she’d been servicing, making her moans audible. She was a wreck already; strands of drool still connected her lips and his cock, lipstick smudged, hair half-plastered to her face. And nothing could disguise the burning hunger in her eyes.

She was hauled onto the desk, laid on her front. Her skirt yanked off. Sir spread her legs so they could both get a good view of her pussy. Which was drenched.

They both groaned.

“You take her pussy, I’ll take her mouth,” Sir said.

“Are you sure?”

“She’s mine,” Sir said dismissively. “I can have her whenever I want. Unless you’d rather not…?”

“No, no that’s fine.” He said hurriedly. “Should I cum in her?”

Sir addressed her. “What sounds better, sweetie? Cum filling two of your holes… Or two loads of cum filling your little pussy?”

“I don’t know Sir,” she said uncertainly. “Both sound so good. I can’t choose.”

“Well you’ll get both then,” he said with ease.

As she stared at him, jaw open, the other’s unfamiliar penis pressed against her hole. Her Sir knew the exact moment she was penetrated by the wide-eyed look of pure lust on her face.

He had to work himself into her pussy slowly, grunting. She barely managed a third of him before it was too much.

“Sir I don’t know if I can take all of him.” She whispered, as though the other man couldn’t hear her.

“You’ll take him, sweetie, or there’ll be punishment.” He said at full volume, looking her square in the eye.

He continuedcto thrust himself deeper. She wondered why Sir wasn’t doing anything. They needed to stop again for her to adjust, but finally he was fully inside her.

“Ready?” Sir asked him. He grunted. That must have been taken as a yes, because Sir shoved his full length into her throat without warning. As she was choking and gagging, mostly in shock, the two set a slow, steady rhythm of fucking. Throughly. Sir’s balls smacked against her chin. Her thighs were held in a bruising grip as the other explored her insides, occasionally groaning about her tightness.

She adjusted to the feeling of two cocks using her at once. Her throat bulged familiarly, and she hungrily swallowed any taste of him. But she also, to her suprise, loved being fucked by a strange cock. She felt like what Sir always told her she was: a whore. And wanted more.

She loved the stretch of her pussy, how her muscles ached and clenched around him. How he stimulated the nerves at her entrance, making her moan onto Sir’s cock. How he, too, fell into that familiar pattern of calling her a slut and a whore.

Then they began to pound her simultaneously. Each thrust into her pussy forced the other deeper into her throat, and vice versa. They fucked her without mercy, especially when she began to scream with pleasure, too overwhelmed to think. It spurred them on to fuck her faster, harder, hold her still and use her warm, wet little holes purely for their own gratification.

Sir held her onto his cock roughly when her screams increased in volume, didn’t move until she’d subsided into whimpers. Couldn’t risk anyone actually finding them.

Then he returned to fucking her violently, balls slapping against her face.

She came. Was reduced to a mindless puddle of need in the face of the two of them.

“Stupid little slut, couldn’t just follow instructions could you?” Sir said savagely. “And now you’re just a toy to be fucked.”

“Just a convenient cumdump.” Mr Woods chimed in, gripping her hips hard. “Fucked and filled and left, used like an object. Not even clever enough to be a whore, when you’ll give us this for free.”

Sir laughed. “She’s such a dumb, cock-hungry slut isn’t she?”

They continued to degrade her, only slowing as they both got close. Her pussy was filled first; his twitching cock shooting a big load all over her walls. He pulled out, groaning, as Sir filled her throat until she choked, struggling to swallow all of his gift. She was near-drowning in cum between the two of them. They swapped places.

Sir thrusted deeply inside her, without hesitation. He groaned.

“How does she still feel this good?”

She was whimpering mindlessly at the powerful combination of a load of cum sloshing around inside her, and Sir’s fucking. Watched as her professor’s cock bobbed before her nose, still covered in both their cum. And then realised they’re both *still* hard.

“Lick it clean, slut.” She was ordered.

She sucked his shaft clean greedily, licking her lips once she was finished.

“Enjoyed that, did you? Don’t worry, there’s plenty more where that came from.” And he shoved himself unceremoniously into her mouth.

They fucked her slowly then, savouring the feeling of her ruined holes. She focused all of her energy on sucking the soul out of Professor Woods. Needed another load of cum already. Vaguely, she wondered if all the cum in the world would ever be enough to satisfy her. Decided that even if not, at least it’d be tasty.

He pulled on her hair, making her eyes tear up. “Focus.” He said flatly.

They were relentless. Somehow have far more energy than she. Her clit was played with; her breasts fondled, nipples pinched. Her core clenched as Sir told her she looked incredible wearing his collar and cock. As the other said that watching her getting wrecked by two cocks was mind-blowing. Her pussy tensed around him when he doesn’t stop. Her eyes were almost rolled to the back of her head.

The pressure on her clit increased. His fucking deepend.

“Cum for me sweetie.”

She climaxed, whimpering around cock. Her juices covered the other.

She was fucked through that orgasm, through another. Her squeals of pleasure only served as an aphrodisiac to them.

They took her to her limits, her body spasming around one cock as the other came in her throat. Cum dripped from the corner of her mouth. She was too tired to swallow quickly enough. It was caught on a finger before it could fall from her chin, was held up in front of her.

“If you let any drip onto the floor, I’ll make you lick it up. Dirty sluts clean up the messes they make.”

She gulped the rest of him down, made sure she cleaned his cock and balls throughly. Then his finger. Just in case.

Finally Sir erupted inside her. She gasped, moaned as he filled her with his seed. Her mouth was covered roughly. He continued to shoot ropes of cum deep inside her, and some splashes out as he pulled himself from her pussy. The feeling of two loads inside her was too much. She was still moaning into the hand as she was presented with his cum-streaked cock to lick. Which she did hungrily, enjoying the mingled tastes of all their juices.

When she was allowed up, she did so slowly. And her first action was to gather up some more of that cum that was dripping out of her and eat it.

She watched the two men get dressed, not bothering to move for her own clothes. They shook hands.

Professor Woods thanked him, strangely formally, and left.

She waited on the desk. She still had the collar on.

Sir turned to her, kissed her forehead, then her mouth lightly. “I’m so proud of you.” He murmured.

Her heart felt as though it might explode in her chest. She lowered her eyes demurely to hide it. “Thank you Sir.”

He undid the collar, and put it away.

“You did so well.” He cuddled her gently, let her press her cheek against his chest. She could hear his heartbeat.

“Could we do that again?” She asked timidly.

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