There’s nothing worse than an ornery student. The pupil who said you wanted to learn from my genius, but never completes your readings or writings. You had been wasting my time for months, so when I walked into our one-on-one office hours that day, I was ready to terminate our sessions.
When I walked in, you were wearing a short skirt, and your long red hair fell over your obvious cleavage top. You had been trying to seduce me for months, but as a famous writer, there is no shortage of women who want to be my slut. I gave you these sessions because I believe you have immense potential. If you could just stop thinking with that thing between your legs, you’d be world-renowned.
I sat down and asked you if you completed my assignments. You put your pencil in your mouth and made a pouty face. Sorry, you said, but James was away on business, and I had to watch the dogs. And that’s when I snapped. We’re done here, I said. You’re just wasting my time. I could be writing the next revolutionary novel and you’re trying to distract me with your skimpy dresses. And then I told you: I believe you have extraordinary potential if you could only stop thinking with your cunt.
You broke down. You said, but I moved to New York to study under you. I left Canada to come and learn from the master. I was unpersuaded. You were never serious about this, you were only after my cock. And then you cried and said that I must reinstate you. I’ll do anything, you said. Anything.
I laughed and exclaimed do you know how many fans and groupies give me what I want? This is about your writing. I always believed in your potential, I saw it from the moment I first read your work. You got quiet then. Your mood changed. Suddenly you were meek and submissive. Yes, you said, but how many of those sluts yet you use them like a rag doll? Let you do anything? Anything you want?
I paused and suddenly felt a shimmering electricity. Was this younger, nubile woman offering me her body as a plaything? I clarified this with you. You confirmed it. And I warned you of two things: I will punish you for the time you already wasted, and this will never happen again. Surprisingly, you agreed to this with eagerness. So I looked out into the hallway near my office, but it was after hours, so no one was around.
That’s when I grabbed you by the hair and threw you on your knees.I felt myself getting hard instantly. Suddenly my fully erect cock was rubbing against your face through my jeans. You looked gleeful. I told you, you will do as I say. You nodded in excitement. Take my cock out, I said, and I spoke aggressively, ready to ravish your mouth. You ripped off my belt and jeans, and saw my cock for the first time.
You told me I had big dick energy before, but you never knew what you were getting into. Staring back at you was the perfect cock, very long, but more importantly, extra thick, and you gazed with amazement at my god given majesty. But I had no time for your sightseeing. I was here to fuck your face.
I rammed my cock into your mouth. At first, I thrusted in your mouth only, tricking you into thinking this would be a casual blowjob. But I needed to teach you a lesson. So I pulled back and then jammed my cock down your throat. You were shocked, but I could tell you were overwhelmed with joy. You were thrilled to be choking on the cock that you had been dreaming of for so long.
I stuffed my cock deeper and deeper down your throat. You struggled to take it all down. But I was past your feelings at that point. I wanted to use your mouth like a wet hole. I wanted to have the nut of a lifetime and watch you squirm to make it happen. Just when you thought I was close, I pulled out. I laughed and said, I’m not done with you yet.
I told you to open your mouth in a commanding fashion. Then I dropped my balls into your mouth. You took them with delight. You sucked, and sucked, you wonderful slut. What a magnificent whore. It was the best sight of my life, seeing you, on your knees, beneath me, slobbering on my balls like they were a rare delicacy.
Then I crammed my cock back down your throat. I was close to the finale now, and I already knew where I was cumming. I went deeper and deeper into your throat, hearing you gag and choke, until I had reached the farthest depths. Then I pulled out and shot my glorious seed all over your face.
You were dripping with cum all over your face. It poured down your cheeks and hair, smearing your mascara and all the other makeup you put on to impress me, you sultry tart. I stood over you, admiring my work like a Pollock painting. Then I said, there are a thousand novels on your face, I want you to lick them all up. You smiled like it was Christmas morning and slurped up my jizz until every drop was gone.
After you cleaned up in the bathroom, you came back to my office to collect your things. I said, I hope you learned your lesson. You said, yes professor, I did. I’ll never come to class unprepared again. But you had no idea what you had just gotten into. I enjoyed your throating so much, I told you that we would now be doing two sessions a week.
One for your writing. And one for your body. And that’s when I told you your body was now my property. You nodded in reverence. Yes, professor, my body is your property, you said sheepishly, so docile all of a sudden. And then I said: the next hole I’m coming for is your ass.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/uuxrqf/ornery_student_learns_a_lesson_at_office_hours_mf