Disclaimer: My Reddit username is a pseudonym, not my real name.
I’m currently a professor in a STEM field. I interact with about 200 students each semester. Some of these interactions are more memorable than others.
This is a story of a time a big titty goth girl student edged me to get an A.
Reddit’s post character limit is going to make this a three post story. I can’t fit it all in one post or even two posts. I think this story benefits a lot from its longevity so I’m going to post the whole thing in three separate posts right away rather than stringing you all along posting only one part a week. Feel free to upvote and/or comment on whichever post(s) you feel like.
[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/r9v2ev/the_time_a_big_titty_goth_student_edged_me_for_an/)
[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/r9v39t/the_time_a_big_titty_goth_student_edged_me_for_an/)
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I was teaching one of my junior level classes. Students were working on a moderately challenging assignment while I walked around to help. I got to the last row and asked a student how it was going. She had earbuds in and didn’t even look up.
I bent down a little and spoke up, “*Hey,* how’s the assignment going?”
She looked up at me, paused, and asked, “*What?*” in an annoyed tone.
“How’s the assignment going?” I repeated.
“I haven’t started on it,” She told me.
*This fucking shit again. She does this every fucking class.* This student sat in the back of the class every day, and never even tried to work on the assignments. Her group basically disowned her because they were tired of her shit. It’s my job to care, so I went back there every class to try and help her despite her never putting forth any effort. And every time, it was the same interaction. “How’s the assignment?…What are you doing instead?…Okay, well try to focus on this assignment while you’re here with me to help…Uhh, okay so let’s go through the first part…Alright well let me know if you have questions.” I’d run through this every class, twice a week, come back to her a few times throughout class, and every time she was back to watching music videos of metal bands and/or reading manga.
Because she never turned in any assignments, she was failing the class. Why did she even show up? What was the point? Did she have any intention on participating at all? She was clearly irritated by me constantly trying to push her to work in class. But what am I supposed to do – just let her fail? That would have been a lot easier, but that’s not how I approach my job. One day I looked up her record…straight A’s. *What??* Her GPA was 4.0 over three years in college. *How??* Was it only my class that she didn’t do anything in? Why was she throwing away her perfect academic record?
I sent her an email one day trying to make her situation clear. She had zeroes for nearly all the assignments since I had to stop giving her credit for her group’s work. She was going to fail unless she made an effort to turn things around. I told her that I was willing to meet with her every week in office hours to go through the assignments that she hadn’t turned in and I would accept them with no late penalty. I thought this was very generous.
But she never replied to the email. She never came to office hours. For two weeks, each office hours session I looked for her, but she never showed. She was in class twice a week though, and she acted exactly the same as always – absolutely no effort put forth and no willingness to engage with me about the material.
One day I was exasperated with her, and I asked/told her to come to my office after class. She rolled her eyes and agreed, “Sure, whatever.”
She was waiting outside my door when I got to my office after class. I tried to be welcoming by greeting her with, “Hey! Come on in!” and a smile. She rolled her eyes and stepped in after me silently. I asked her to shut the door and take a seat. Honestly, I was surprised that she was polite enough to fulfill those requests.
“So…did you get my email a couple weeks ago? About your grade?”, I asked her calmly. We were sitting across a desk from one another. She put down her bag and books on the desk, and was staring at me with a black shirt, black hair, thick black makeup, a black choker necklace, and black dagger earrings.
“Yeah.” she said flatly.
*Is that all?* “Okay…so, how did that make you feel?” I inquired.
She shrugged. “I wasn’t surprised,” she answered.
“Um…okay…So, why don’t you participate in class or turn in any assignments?” I questioned.
She shrugged again. “I don’t know…just don’t really feel like it.” she replied.
“You’re in class each week, so why even come to class if you’re not going to put forth any effort into the class?” I asked her with a sharper tone.
An annoyed sigh came out of her. “Because I’m a student?”
“I guess what I’m asking is why do you put forth the effort to come to class but not do any work? That doesn’t make sense to me. Simply coming to class doesn’t mean you will pass. The point of coming to class is to interact with me, to ask questions, and to learn the material.” I stopped when I felt myself getting too frustrated.
She shifted her eyes a little, and just pressed her lips together.
“I looked up your school record and-” I started to explain.
“Wow, that’s intrusive,” she interrupted.
I laughed and said, “I guess so. It’s information all professors have access to. Anyway, I noticed you have a 4.0 GPA.” I stopped to see what her response would be. Did she have an explanation ready?
“Yeah,” was all she said. No further explanation.
I squinted at her and followed up with, “So why are you throwing that away?”
“I don’t really care,” she said.
“Students with a 4.0 don’t *not care.*” I told her. What was her endgame here? Did she truly not care? Had she always been this way? I was genuinely wondering if she was starting to go through some weird rebellious phase now instead of back in high school.
“Well, I’m a student with a 4.0 GPA, and I *don’t care.*” She snapped back at me. “Why do *you* care so much?” She asked me.
“Because I’m your professor. I want you to learn. I want you to continue doing great in school.” I answered her.
She started laughing at me in an what-a-fucking-dweeb kind of way. I looked around the room waiting for her to stop laughing. Eventually she told me, “Sorry Dr. Hand, you’ve got the wrong girl in your class for that.”
“So…is this something new for you? Obviously, you’ve been putting in a lot of effort for the last couple of years to maintain a 4.0 GPA.” I said, demoralized.
“No, I’ve always been like this.” She replied nonchalantly.
“Well, that doesn’t make any sense. How did you get these grades then?” I pressed.
She shrugged and said, “I edge my teachers to give me As.”
“You what?” I asked.
“I edge them.” She repeated.
“You e-edge them? What?” I still wasn’t sure what she was saying.
She repeated slowly, “*I…edge…them.*”
Then it hit me.
I looked at my office door to confirm it was shut. “You *edge* them? Like…*sexually?!*” I asked incredulously, trying to keep my voice low.
She nodded, “Yeah. I edge them. They think I can’t break them, but I always do.”
*What the fuck?* “What?? A-Are you fucking with me? That is really serious.” I snapped at her, still trying to keep my voice down in case any of my office neighbors could hear us.
She laughed again. “Yeah man, I just edge them for an A. Every semester either I approach them, or they approach me, like you, and I bet them that I can make them agree to give me an A. And I always win.”
“You can’t be serious…” I pleaded. *Could this really be happening at my school? I get that she’s hot, but come on…*
“Yeah, I’m serious. I had a few girl professors and super old guy professors that I didn’t try it with. I just worked hard in their class-” *You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.* “-but for most of my professors I edged them so that they would give me As.”
I sat there speechless. *Is this real?*
“So…are *you* interested in that, *Dr. Hand?*” She spoke like a witch, and stood up. Slowly she started taking some steps around the desk.
“Wait, stop. Don’t come over here.” I knew my door was locked, but I was still scared someone would somehow open it any second. She didn’t listen to me anyway. She was standing over me now. She put her hands on my chair arms, her fingernails blacker than the faded chair color, and leaned down toward me. I couldn’t help but notice how far her tits hung down.
“We can help each other, Dr. Hand.” she whispered. “I know I can make you feel good. I can make you beg. I can make you beg for me to let you cum…”
“What are you doing?!” I snapped.
She put a hand on my leg and started moving up towards my crotch. Her whole body moved closer to me and her face was inches from mine by the time she had a tight grip on me. I could feel my pulse throbbing in my temple, freaking out at the thought of someone busting my down door. But…I also felt myself growing in her hand.
“And by the time I’m done, you’ll do anything to cum. You’ll even give me an A…” she whispered.
Then she stepped back and started pulling her shirt up, exposing pale and smooth skin. “Stop!” I whispered. *Fuck, someone is going to come in any moment, I know it!* She kept going, her shirt at her chest now. I could see her bra. I could see her big tits spilling out of it. “Okay!” I whispered again. “Okay…maybe we can work something out. Put your fucking shirt back on before you get me fired god damnit!” I said in my harshest, quietest voice possible.
She put her shirt down and walked back to the other side of the desk to sit down.
I took a deep breath before talking again. “So…what now?” I asked, trying to keep an open mind.
“You’ll come to my place. And I’ll edge you until you agree to give me an A or until I run out of time.” she said.
“That’s it? What’s to stop me from just not giving you an A?” I interrogated.
“There are some basic ground rules. One of them is that I record it and if anything goes awry, I’ll send the tape to your boss.” she explained.
*Holy shit she isn’t fucking around.*
“And what’s in it for me? What if I don’t beg for it? What if I don’t want to give you an A?” I asked quietly.
“Hmm, in that case I’ll come to office hours and work with you to finish all the work I’ve ignored.” she said.
“Really? Just like that?” I asked.
“Just like that.” she stated simply.
“And you’ll delete the video.” I added.
“Sure,” she agreed.
“And you’ll delete it regardless after grades are put in.” I asserted.
“…Sure,” she answered with a chuckle.
I sat there thinking this over. I need this girl to put forth an effort. Right now, she’s just going to fail. *I’ve been around the block a few times – I think I can handle some college girl trying to edge me.* I had to admit though, she was super hot. I tried hard to look past her in class, but it was impossible. I’ve always had a thing for alt girls, and her goth metalhead vibe did it for me. The black hair, black clothes, black accessories, and the IDGAF attitute attracted me in a way I can’t really explain. I used to be more of a metalhead type when I was that age, so maybe it reminded me of that time. And…she did have huge tits. I couldn’t help but notice them every class (she did nothing to hide them). The thought of being up close to them was enticing. I thought about groping them, rubbing my face in them, and even fucking them. This was starting to look like a win-win to me. In the best-case scenario, this big titty goth girl fucks me silly *and* she ends up becoming a better student. In the worst-case scenario, this big titty goth girl fucks me silly to a degree that I’ve never experienced, and I never have to see her again. I certainly preferred the first option, but the other one doesn’t seem too bad either.
“Deal.” I agreed.
“Great. Here’s the address. Be there at midnight.”
***
From the outside, nothing about the house looked weird. It was a simple looking house in a middle class neighborhood. Did she live with her parents? I was definitely *not* trying to make small talk with Mr. and Mrs. Big Titty Goth Girl tonight. When I got to the front door, I could hear metal music playing inside. I didn’t recognize the song, but it got me feeling nostalgic. She answered the door wearing her usual all-black. Her outfit was simpler though – a black band t-shirt, black gym shorts that showed off her…legs that were covered in thigh high fishnet stockings.
“Come in,” she motioned. The house was not very tidy, and it definitely had the patterns of a group of students living together. She must have noticed me looking around. “Geez, so intrusive again. No one else is here. All my roommates are working. Well, one stays at her boyfriend’s house a lot, but the rest are gone. It’s just you and me,” she said playfully.
She led me downstairs to a basement room. The music got louder as we went down. The room itself wasn’t too odd, but it was weirdly small for a basement, almost like a bedroom. A full-sized bed was against the wall with some drawers next to it, and there was a computer nearby. There were two closed doors – was this a sectioned off basement? The lighting was entirely fluorescent.
“Alright so we’ll record the agreement verbally in case you try to fuck me over.” she explained.
She ran through the basics. She would perform various sexual acts on me and at any point I could say I will give her an A and she’ll stop the edging. Then she’ll produce a laptop where I will submit an A for her final grade. Afterwards, she’ll resume sexual acts until I climax. I said my name for the recording. Then she went on to the rules section. If, at any point, I agree to give her an A then it’s over – I must give her an A. If I do not give her one, then this recording and a video will be sent to my boss. I must do whatever she says outside of a few rules that I got to choose – I chose no anal stuff and no over-the-top pain shit. *I like some biting, but I’m not fucking wearing nipple clamps or getting pegged.* “Wow you’re so boring. This will be easier than I imagined,” she deadpanned, shaking her head. A few other rules:
– If I orgasm without warning her beforehand, then I must give her an A.
– If she lets me orgasm, then we’re done and no A is given.
– There’s a time limit of when the sun comes up.
“Wait, what?!” I shouted. “That’s way too long! Good god, that’s hours from now!”
“Well part of that will include some refractory breaks. It’s pretty intense so even though you won’t fully orgasm you’ll need time to recover.” she explained.
We finished all that and she asked if I have any last requests or any last things to talk about before we got started. I did not. “Alright then. It starts now. First, go shower in the bathroom over there.” she said.
I scoffed at the notion I would show up somewhere *knowing* I’m going to have sex without being spiffy clean.
“You definitely seem cleaner than other professors I bring in, but I don’t care. Go fucking shower. You can come out with a towel on if you feel weird, but otherwise leave your clothes in the bathroom.”
*God, how many times has she done this?*
I showered and came out with a towel on because, yeah, it did feel weird being in the basement of an unknown place with an unknown person completely naked.
She rolled her eyes at my towel, “Figures,” she said, “Alright…come over here,” she finger-summoned me towards her near the bed. I walked over slowly. She took a deep breath and examined by upper body. Her hands felt my chest, shoulders, and biceps. I thought I almost saw a smile creep out of her. She kissed one of my shoulders and ran her hand down my midsection to my waist, just slightly under the towel. Her breasts were pressed against my ribs and dragged against me as she moved.
She bit my shoulder *hard*. I was so startled that I pulled back right away. “Ah! That was…early in the process.” I tried to defend myself.
“Ha! Wow Dr. Hand…this is going to be fun.” she teased.
Her music was still playing in the room. It was loud enough that we had to speak up a little when talking. I was digging it though. It was definitely modern metal, but I could tell it had its roots in the 90s and 00s metal scene that I was accustomed to.
She pushed up on her toes to kiss my neck. Her hands continued to explore my exposed skin. She stopped to reach down and run a hand under the towel from my shin up to my inner thigh. I was starting to feel more comfortable, at least enough to feel blood rushing down to my crotch.
“Alright Dr. Hand…lay down on the bed.” she told me in a soft tone. “And let’s take this off,” she added while removing my towel. Being naked had me feeling weird again, and then I felt her hand smach against my ass cheek! I jumped, startled, and whipped my head around to see her laughing behind me. “Was that too much? Oh my god, Dr. Hand, please…go lay down.” she encouraged.
I laid down and she climbed on top of me. I wasn’t fully erect yet, but she fixed that pretty fast. She ran a finger from the tip of my head down the back to the base, putting pressure on all the right spots. She cupped my balls and squeezed them slightly. I leaned my head back to relax – things were starting to feel good.
She was quiet while she studied me. Her hands ran over my cock, thighs, and balls while she examined my cock just inches from her face. Suddenly I felt my head in her mouth. My hips buckled slightly, but she kept me in her mouth. Her tongue was taut, and I felt the finger-like pressure of it run over the back of my head. I exhaled strongly to prevent myself from moaning. It was clear that I was fully into it now though. She took me out of her mouth, and I looked down at her. She flashed a black stud in her tongue at me and licked her lips. *What did I get myself into?*
“Mmm,” she said, “We’re off to a good start.”
“The first part always feels great. Don’t get cocky.” I replied.
She smirked, and her mouth went back down. This time she pushed down further, and her tongue ring pushed against my head and shaft again. I had to hold back a moan. *Can she tell?* She tightened her mouth around me, and went at a perfect speed. All I could feel was a perfect pressure and wetness around me. I realized I was squirming, so I tried hard to lay still for a moment and focus on the music. She must have seen what I was doing because as soon as I relaxed she pulled her mouth off and started jacking me off, her thumb making me squirm again as it passed over my frenulum when she stroked. I moaned beneath the music and looked down at her – she was waiting for me to look, staring at my face. I broke off the gaze and tried to look elsewhere. Suddenly the grip around me got tighter, and her thumb hit all the right spots faster. I was grateful the music was loud because I couldn’t help but make noise.
She slowed when I squirmed in her grip. *Oh thank god.* I took a breath. And another one. I felt her fingertips tap the back of my shaft and head while I focused on breathing smoothly. She had rubbed away a lot of the moisture, so she reached under the bed and pulled out some lube. I could tell it was nothing fancy – just simple water based flavorless lube. She poured out a tiny circle on her hands and rubbed the cold liquid over my head. *Ahh, fuck…that feels amazing.* She put pressure on the back of my head and then ran her hands down my shaft.
She started slowly circling her thumb on the back of my head while cupping me with her other hand. I let out some moans almost immediately – I was completely in her grasp. She kept going. She was in control right now. I squirmed in her hands, trying to break free but also wanting it to never stop. She cupped me tighter and I felt her mouth swallow the top of my cock. *Oh my fucking god!*
I felt her tongue ring run down on me and I wanted to shove my cock further into her throat. But before my hips could move, she was back to jacking me off. Hard. Everything was wet and tingly. I squirmed in response, but there was no way to break free – she still had me by the balls. She slowed her hands some, and eventually went back to rubbing the back of my head. *Fuck, fuck, fuck!* The feeling was overwhelming. I could barely keep my eyes open. My moans became a lot louder until finally I yelled “God, fucking *fuck!*”
She slowed down, releasing me from her grip, and laughed while I took the next few seconds to regain my composure. *Shit…she’s already in control.*
“Well that was fun…but we’re going to get more serious now.” she said. She stood up, and started pushing her shorts off. Underneath she had on black lacey panties on that didn’t contain her ass. I never noticed how curvy she was below the waist – it was hard to ever take your eyes off her chest. She slipped those off and got back onto the bed. I reached out to feel her exposed thigh, but she grabbed my wrist sharply.
She snapped at me, “Don’t fucking touch me. Did I say you can touch me? No. *I* will touch you. *Maybe* you will get to touch me. We’ll see how you do.”
She grabbed my cock and buried it between her thighs. We *both* moaned loudly as it happened.
“Damn, you are pretty big.” She admitted. She moved up and down once, moaning again on the way back down. “*Fuck*…mmm, yeah okay, maybe you will get to touch me later on, if you stay this hard for me.” she conceded, momentarily straying from her controlling attitude. She pushed against my chest while her hips moved, and our eyes locked again. A few moans and curses came out of her and she started grinding even harder. *How much was she enjoying this?*
Her hair flung behind her when she whipped it back and leaned into me. We kept this new position for a while, letting several songs go by. I didn’t know what to do with my hands, so I pushed them into the mattress. That gave me enough leverage to move my hips in sync with hers – I assumed I was allowed to do that. Occasionally one of us would grunt or moan, and our faces were close enough to always hear each other over the music. She even had to stop a few times to rest, letting her hair fall over my face while she caught her breath.
At some point she re-positioned her back nearly straight up and stayed still for a few moments. *She wants a break.* She was breathing heavily with her hands still on my chest. I started moving my hips underneath her. Her hips buckled, “*Oh!*…Fuck, okay, yeah go ahead, take over…” she leaned back down and said. When her head was close to mine she whispered in my ear, “You can grab my hips.” I grabbed hold instantly, and she continued, “Now fuck me.”
Immediately my pelvis connected with hers hard as I fully penetrated her. She let out a laughing moan of pleasure, and I didn’t pause at all. I held her hips tight and kept pounding against her as hard as I could. I had to grunt and growl to keep the pace going and she reciprocated right into my ear. My fingers dug into her hips as I tried to make sure I kept the fast pace, but eventually I had to stop and rest. My chest heaved trying to catch my breath as the music got quiet with a song ending. My hands made sure to not move from her hips.
“Come on, keep going.” she whispered.
I started again, not quite as fast as before. I knew I had to slow down to keep it up for a while. We settled into a new rhythm. A slower one, a gentler one, for a while. I could still feel her breasts grazing my chest, and I was into the new song playing.
But eventually…I wanted more. I got bored and needed to go faster or harder. Either one would work, but I decided on both. She gasped when I thrusted into her hard, and slowly went back down. Then I thrusted into her again, and she moaned loudly, “Ooh!” *Good…*I thrusted again and again as fast as I could and as hard as I could. It took a lot of mental effort to keep my hands on her hips. The music faded from my mind while I focused on trying to keep a perfect rhythm and she moaned louldly in my ear. We fucked like this until my hips gave out on me. I had to stop and rest. I inhaled deeply trying to recover quickly, but she was impatient.
“No! Fuck me again, now. Now!” she yelled.
I latched onto her hips again and summoned all the energy I had to thrust upward again.
“Mmm! Yeah, keeping fucking me.” she moaned.
Our new pace was slower, but it was all I could manage. She made it a lot easier to keep going by being loud. She started by whispering in my ear, asking me if I liked it, if I liked to hear her moan. Eventually she got louder and louder. She interweaved telling me to keep going and screaming at me to keep fucking her.
*Fuck, I’m getting close.* My “giver” tendencies can make me easily reach the edge when my partner is enjoying whatever I’m doing, so dirty talk really does it for me. And she had no shame about it.
“*Don’t fucking stop!*” she demanded. “If you stop then this is over, you lose. *Mmm!* Fuck, don’t stop, keep going, keep fucking me like that!”
*If I don’t stop, then I’m going to cum.* She leaned down further now and her tits were pressed against my chest, but filtered by a shirt. I hadn’t even seen them yet – she still had a fucking shirt on. *Is this really about to be over? Come on, don’t cum, don’t cum!*
I thought if I could just hold out a bit longer, then she would give in and take a break. I focused on looking around the room, listening to the music, anything that wasn’t how amazing her body felt against mine.
“Stick your fucking dick in me! Mmm, like that!” she screamed.
*Shit,* I could not stay focused after that. I tried to figure out the beat of the song, but she wouldn’t stop.
“*Oooh, fuck, I’ve never been fucked like this before!*” she kept going.
“*Do you want to cum in me? Are you ready to cum?*” she asked.
*What the fuck, I’m done.* “Yes!” I screamed. “Yes!”
“*You can cum in me.*” she said.
Relief washed over me. I was nearly at the point of no return. All I could think about was how much I wanted to orgasm – nothing else mattered. I closed my eyes, kept thrusting, ready for the sweet release.
And then, nothing. Cold air. No pressure at all on my dick or above my chest. *No! No!* She had ripped herself off at the last moment.
“Fuck! God fucking damnit! What the fuck!” I yelled.
She cracked up laughing on her knees at the foot of the bed. I cursed at her a few more times before calming down, ending with a “That’s fucked up.”
She commended me on what just happened, saying it was good for her too. But she wasn’t done with me, not yet, not even close. I reminded her of the rule saying we were done if she said I can cum. She replied with a smirk, “Actually, the rule is ‘lets you cum’. I am not letting you cum yet.”
“A technicality huh? Really? I didn’t think you would be so pedantic.” I quipped, trying to get a rise out of her.
“That’s just part of the game.” She smirked. She crawled back over me on the bed. I could feel her thighs rub agaist mine. Her tits grazed my chest as she moved toward me. “You wanted to cum didn’t you?” She whispered, and ran the tip of her tongue over my ear. My chest heaved and my cock swelled again. She kept going while running a hand up my neck, “Tell me. You wanted to cum didn’t you?”
I made no reply. I was not going to give in that easily.
“You wanted to cum *in me*, didn’t you?”
I took a deep breath, staying quiet.
“You said it before. Say it again. Now.” she demanded.
I kept my lips sealed and stared her in the eyes.
“Tsk tsk,” she started, “do we have to go over the rules again?” She grabbed my hair close to my scalp, yanked back a little and reminded me, “You have to do what I say. Remember? If you don’t, then this is over. Now…tell me again what you wanted.”
I inhaled strongly, and obliged. “I…wanted to cum. I wanted…to cum in you.” I said in a low tone. She moaned in my ear, and my dick twitched below her. “I…wanted to keep fucking you.” I squirmed underneath her when she breathed and licked around my ear. “I wanted to cum. I wanted to cum in you,” I repeated over and over until she let me stop.
“*Mmm,* that’s enough.” she said, and got up off the bed smiling at me. *Shit, I need to slow down. I need to take back some control.*
She started reaching for her shirt, and pulled it over her head. I couldn’t look away. Her breasts were nearly spilling out of a black mesh-like bra. I watched them jiggle with every step as she walked to the bed again. My hand instinctively reached up as she got on top of me again. “Not uh-“, she warned and grabbed my hand. “You don’t make those decisions yet,” she reminded me.
She pushed her chest close to my face. Her tits hung down so low that I could almost see her nipples. I pushed my face up so that her pale skin took up my whole view. I inhaled deeply, trying to take in her scent.
You want to touch them, don’t you?” she teased. I did, and she knew it. “Tell me what you want to do with them,” she offered.
I didn’t know what to say at first. I needed to calm this situation down. I had to last all night, and I nearly came once already. *But they’re so fucking hot!*
She rocked them back and forth in front of me. “I think they’re my best feature. What do you think? You do want them, don’t you?”
I exhaled strongly, imagining so many things that I wanted to do to them.
“Tell me. Tell me what you want to do to them,” she said again.
I felt myself shudder, and my mouth was practically salivating at them.
“All you have to do is say it, Dr. Hand. Tell me what you want and they’re yours.”
I wanted to touch them. I wanted to rub my face against them. She made a playful moaning sound. I wanted to suck them. I wanted to squeeze them. Her hand went behind her back, and she directed me to “Keep going…” I wanted to fuck them. I wanted to squeeze them while I fucked them. She giggled, “Ooo, that sounds fun.” I wanted to fuck her and suck on them. I wanted to push my face into them until I can’t breathe.
Her bra fell down. She leaned into me and I felt her soft pillowy tits on my face. Then she was squeezing them against my head. I tried to breathe, but nearly no air came through. “Is this what you want? *You want my fucking tits in your face?*” she said harshly. A forceful moan came out of me. I moved my head in circles against them. I tried to breathe again, but all I got was the smell of flesh. “You want to breath them in huh? Do it! Breathe!” she said loudly. Another moan came out of me, and I felt her push down onto me even harder, burying my face in her tits. I squirmed and inhaled again, no air at all this time. I was starting to panic a little. She pushed her tits up and down across my face. “Breath! Do it!” she yelled. “Can you taste them? Do you want me to take them away? *Huh?!*” My moans became desperate and I was feeling light-headed. I pushed my head downward into the bed, and quickly took in a deep breath – this time she did not push back down onto me.
She laughed loudly, and teased “*Mmm*, did you like that?” while she pulled one of her tits and licked it. *I did.*
She got off the bed and motioned for me to get up. “We’re going to go into that room,” she instructed, pointing at a closed door.
“Why?” I asked, confused.
“Because I fucking said so. Get up and go.” she demanded.
I chuckled a little and got up. This was going well so far, I thought. She *was* very good at this, I’d give her that. This was…*fun.* And every time we stopped I got a little further away from finishing, and now it seemed like she was already slowing down.
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