That time I, an otherwise responsible and upstanding professor, fucked my student during senior week right before her college graduation, made her choke on my cock, and turned her into my sex slave for a summer. It was her idea. I swear. Part Two. [MF]

(Continued from Part One: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uxpc08/that_time_i_an_otherwise_responsible_and/)

“I’m really flexible, you know,” she said, still breathing heavily. She spread her legs wide, revealing her fleshy little rose, and worked her legs back, till they were literally behind her shoulders—the result being that her asshole and cunt were splayed open for me. “Ta-dah!”

I knelt and took a few long, slow slurps, tasting her soft cunt, exploring her tight asshole, eliciting pathetic little mewls. I was already hard again—her scent alone could raise my spirits, so to speak—and so I stood once more, pressing the wet tip of my cock against her even wetter cunt. Even in the vaguely pretzel-inspired yoga pose she found herself in, she was able to arch her back. Her pussy all but sucked me in and I dug my fingers into her ass, plunging myself into her wet depths.

“Fuck me,” she moaned, gripping her tits, twisting her nipples and whimpering. “I’m all yours. Fuck me up.”

I didn’t need to be asked twice. I planted my hand around her neck once more, bearing down on her, pounding into her needy hole as I used my other hand to pull her hair. I kissed her, and felt her lips desperately paw against me as she struggled to breath, struggled even to remain conscious before I let her take a very thirsty breaths and then tightened my grip once more. It was that second time I choked her that I felt her cum, thrashing beneath me as I worked her over.

She would be under a lot of eyes that weekend, and so I knew I couldn’t leave any marks where they would be visible. All the same, as I felt myself getting closer to my edge, I sank my teeth into the underside of one of her breasts, and she wailed, wincing and writhing, and I didn’t let go until I released my seed deep inside of her, filling her young pussy to the proverbial brim. I kept thrusting, even after I was empty, savoring the feeling of her hole burning hot and full of my cum, the sound of wet flesh.

Finally, I released her and she untangled herself from her impromptu yoga session with a few groans.

“That. Fucking. Slapped,” she concluded.

Now, I finally allowed Taylor to go shower, after a few minutes of cuddling in my lap, offering her extensive praise for all her service. I cleaned up the kitchen, and by the time I repaired upstairs, I found her just coming out of the bathroom, skin still glistening, wearing only a towel. She let it fall away and I saw she was wearing a lovely tulle body suit with snake embroidery cleverly positioned over her nipples. She gave me a sultry, come-hither look, full of womanly sophistication as she arranged herself on my bed.

“Do you like it? I just bought it,” she said, suddenly girlish once more, eager to show off some new toy. “It’s from a store called Thistle and Spire. I love it. Look how hot my ass looks.”

She got down on her forearms, sticking her butt up in the air and wiggling it. I gave her ass a hard slap and she squealed.

“I was just gonna’ say—I bet this makes you want to spank me.”

“It sure does.” My palm cut into her ass once more and she gasped.

“Green light?” I asked.

“Oh, definitely. It just hurts a lot more than I thought it would. You’re strong. I mean, I’ve been spanked by girls before but this is different.” She glanced at me over my shoulder. “You know, I always had this fantasy that when we were going over my papers, you’d lay me over your desk and spank me for everything I screwed up. I was always soaked thinking about that.”

“Well, maybe it’s time you got those spankings now.”

She giggled.

“You know, I never really got the whole ‘daddy’ thing. Maybe it’s ‘cause my dad sucks or whatever, but it never seemed hot to me.” She paused, thoughtfully. “But now, I totally get it.”

She laid over my lap, ass up, already warm from the slaps, starting to turn red. “I think fifty is a good number to start with.”

She gasped. “Fifty? My poor little butt can’t take that. I already had two, right? So it’s just forty-eight now?”

“I’ll give you that.” She pouted, but assented, wiggling as she got comfortable—which, I realize, really meant getting into a position where she could grind her pussy against my knee.

I began to spank her, going slow, making sure each blow counted—the satisfying crack of my palm on her ass, the way her flesh began to swell and burn, the scent of her growing arousal as she squirmed.

“Fuck, this actually does hurt,” she sobbed, burying her face in the crook of my arm, holding close to me as I beat her ass. Her muscles tensed and relaxed with each slap, and she came at least twice, orgasming pathetically as I hit her generous bottom, and when I caught her, I teased her for it.

“You like this, huh?” I whispered, my lips close to her ear, my fingers taking a break to explore her sopping wet hole. “You cum from the pain?”

“Shut up,” she whimpered. “I like it so much. It feels so good. Fuck you. You have ten left right?”

“Twelve.”

“Fuck!”

I finished her last few spanks slowly, savoring them, and Taylor was in agony, groaning, on the edge of cumming again even as I cracked my palm against her flushed skin.

“That’s a good girl,” I cooed into her ear. “You took all fifty of them.”

“Fuck. Fuck, that was amazing.” She rolled off my lap, cat-like, and flopped on her back. The crotch of her body suit was caught in her slit, and I saw a healthy slice of her pink, hairless cunt. Her face was tear-streaked but she was flushed and happy.

“What next?” she asked, lazily, as if trying to be sophisticated and nonchalant, but I could tell, from the years of knowing her, that she was boiling over with anticipation. “You know, I think you really are a sadist. I thought you might be too much of a sweetheart, but I think you really liked hurting my ass.”

“So what if I did?”

“That’s really hot. It really turns me on. It really makes me want to hurt for you more. Isn’t that fucked up? I don’t know. When I think about you hurting me, my head goes all fuzzy and I can’t think straight.”

“Like Rick, I’ll think for both of us.”

“What?”

I sighed. “You haven’t seen Casablanca, have you?”

“Isn’t that some old movie?”

“It’s streaming for free online. We’ll watch it when we’re done.”

I retrieved a little bottle of something from the bathroom and gave it to her.

“Do you know what this is?” She bit her lip and nodded.

“Lube.”

“Do you know what it’s used for?”

She nodded, barely suppressing a smile. “My ass.”

“That’s right.”

“You’re really gonna’ fuck my ass tonight?”

“Mhm.”

“Fuck.” She gathered herself up, crawling towards me on the bed. “I really, really want that. Fuck me up. Hurt me.” She bit her lip and giggled. “Hurt me, daddy. Make it hurt bad. Am I doing it right? The whole daddy thing?”

“You do everything right.”

“Fuck, now you tell me!” she exclaimed and snatched the lube from me. “So how’s this work? I use some on my plug but you’re way bigger.” I undressed while Taylor pulled aside the bodysuit’s crotch, giving me full access to her ass. She drizzled a healthy amount of lube onto my cock, spread it around with her hands, and then assumed the position, head down, ass up.

“Look, this way, I’m facing a mirror so we can see each other’s faces!” she noted, proudly, and indeed, I saw her grin and then grimace when I dribbled a few globs of lubricant into her ass. “That’s cold!”

“It’ll warm up fast,” I assured her while I worked my fingers into her tight hole. Privately, I had some concerns—I wasn’t a stranger to anal, but Taylor was way tighter than anyone I’d been with. Even though I’d managed to loosen her up some, and she seemed relaxed, I could still barely get two fingers inside of her. “This will hurt, you know,” I reminded her.

“It’s funny, I’d be kind of disappointed if it doesn’t hurt. I’ll say something if it gets too bad, but unless I use a traffic light, don’t stop, okay?” She looked back at me over her shoulder. “I kinda’ wanna’ cry and stuff. I think it’ll be—cathartic, you know? Graduating and all.”

“The adult world is gonna’ fuck you in the ass,” I mused as I took her hips in my hand, and then began to guide my cock between her ass cheeks. “But at least I’ll do it first.”

“Exactly!” she exclaimed. Then, she went quiet, taking deep breaths as I tried to push into her, the tip of my cock grinding against the fleshy little crater between her hips. She pushed back against me, breathing even slower. “I’m trying to relax so it goes in…”

“It’ll go in,” I said, gently, running a hand along her back. “Just be patient.”

“A-are you sure? It’s not—” And then, like that, the tip of my cock slipped back the first ring of muscle. “—oh. Oh. Fuck.”

What followed were a series of animal howls and grunts as began to thrust, each stroke bringing my cock deeper into her ass. I imagine she played it up a bit for me, but when she raised her head, I saw in the mirror that she actually was crying, her face bright red and spit dripping from her mouth. I felt her shift and saw that she was rubbing her cunt as I reamed her, which seemed to make our own infernal communion all the smoother.

“How is it?” I asked, softly, in her ear, gripping her by the hair and arching her back.

“Hurts,” she grunted. “It hurts awesome.”

“I want you to cum with my cock in your ass.”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Tell me what it feels like.”

She took a deep breath. “Like you’re ripping my guts apart from the inside. But like it feels good too? Like you’re scratching an itch I didn’t know I had. Fuck, I feel so full. I can’t think. Am I bleeding?”

My cock had, in fact, taken on a slight red tinge as I plunged it into her tightness.

“Only a little. You’ll be fine.”

“Okay, good. Fuck, that’s kind of hot. God, I’m such a slut for you.” I arched her back so I could kiss her, my cock pivoting inside her intestines and driving my groans from her lips. She was so tight, she almost cut off the feeling in my cock—almost—and this only made it easier to last, to savor her submission. The sensation of her muscles fighting me, struggling involuntarily to keep the invader out of her body, trying to push me out each time I pulled my hips back, and then growing fatigued, and finally slack, as if her body itself caught up with what her mind already knew, which is that she had no choice but to take the fucking, to take my cock and endure it and enjoy it—it was exquisite.

Finally, I felt myself getting close. I went harder on her than I’d gone all night, doubling my weight down onto her hips and riding her as she screamed, and, after a minute of this, releasing my seed into her gaped, used and abused asshole. She came too, somewhere in there, judging from the way her own schlicking reached a fevered pitch, and the way her tired muscles tensed and gripping my cock.

“Fuck,” she sobbed underneath me. For a moment, I thought we’d actually gone too far, that I’d actually hurt her in a way she didn’t want, but as I reached for her shoulder, she twisted around, my cock popping out of her, and I saw she was grinning. “That was so fucking good. Holy shit.” Her face was a puffy red mess of tears and spit and sweat but I gathered her up into my arms all the same for a kiss and then deposited her on the floor, on her knees, in front of my slick cock.

“Your last task for the night is to clean me off.”

“But—but—it was just in my ass,” she said with a gasp, looking helpessly up at me. I trusted that she would use her safeword if she actually didn’t want to, and after a second, she took a halting breath and leaned forward to plant her lips on my cock. She gagged a little, tasting it, but seemed to acquire a taste for it before too long as she drew her tongue along the shaft, over the head, taking it into her mouth.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she whispered in between suckles and kisses. “This is fucking nasty.”

“Touch yourself while you service me. I want you to cum with my cock in your mouth.”

She nodded and I heard her moan as her fingers found her swollen pussy. The sight of her, defeated and helplessly aroused, sucking my cock, was almost too much to bear—even though I’d cum several times in the last few hours, I could feel myself getting close, my moans matching hers.

“Are you close, daddy?” she whispered frantically, stroking herself with one hand and holding my cock with the other. “I wanna’ cum at the same time as you.”

“I am. I’ll let you know when.”

She nodded, dutifully taking me into her mouth once more, and it only took a few minutes for me to feel my shaft tightening. I let her know and her lips clamped down on my cock as she came, just as my own orgasm washed over me and I gripped her hair hard, forcing my spasming cock down her throat and gagging her as she thrashed, helpless in the face of an orgasm ripping through her pussy and one spilling down her throat.

She fell over onto her side when I finished, cum dribbling from her mouth and her ass, panting.

“That was amazing,” she pronounced, before hauling herself to her feet and running to the bathroom to brush her teeth.

After that, we were both fairly spent. By way of aftercare, she snuggled up with me in bed, and we shared a joint and watched Casablanca. I’d forgotten the pleasures of lazy makeout sessions and post-coital snuggling, but for Taylor, these were still new pleasures, and she perched herself on my lap, kissing my hairy chest and suckling my nipples between drags of the joint. At some point, she slid my cock inside of her, and rode it slowly, gently, kissing me, pressing her nipples to my mouth and nibbling me all over. By the time Rick was watching the plane depart Casablanca, I had emptied yet another load inside of her but still, she continued grinding against me lazily, half asleep, until she came, whimpering, and then continued fucking me half-heartedly, pressing against me in easy ecstasy.

“You should go clean up before bed,” I told her, nudging her as the credits rolled.

“I will,” she yawned, and laid her head on my chest and promptly fell asleep.

The next morning, I woke up with Taylor still on top of me, snoring softly, drooling into my chest hair. I nudged her awake and when she saw me, she grinned.

“Wasn’t a dream,” she said, softly, and kissed me. She must have spied my alarm clock because suddenly she had left off me, a tangle of sheets and tanned flesh. “Shit! It’s noon! I had brunch plans at eleven!”

She dug through her discarded clothing to find her phone, peppering her search with a chorus of fucks. Not my problem, I figured, as I trotted off to the bathroom. When I came out, Taylor caught me in her arms, pressing her breasts against my chest as she batted her eyelids and looked up at me pleadingly.

“We lost our reservation and every place in town is booked. Can we have brunch here? Please? It’s just my roommates—please? Everyone knows about us; it’s fine; no one cares. We’ll cook for you.”

I sighed. I wasn’t about to let a bunch of hungover early twenty-somethings muck around in my carefully organized kitchen.

“No, you won’t.” I reached for my wallet, found a trio of twenties. “Go to the package store down the street and get some champagne. I can make French toast and eggs.”

“Oh my god, thank you, you’re the best.” She all but leapt into my arms, flinging her legs around my waist as I caught her bare ass and accepted her gracious kisses. “I’m gonna’ give you the biggest, bestest blowjob later for this, okay? And you can fuck me in the ass first if you want. You can do anything to me.”

I kissed her forehead and I let her down. “I’ll take you up on that offer.”

Taylor was right: her friends really didn’t care that we were sleeping together. I made them brunch, we had mimosas, and they even helped me clean up the kitchen afterwards, although I suspect Taylor wished they would leave so she could have me to herself.

The rest of the weekend was pure chaos for her, to hear Taylor explain it, with family coming in from all over, and most important of all, her parents.

“You don’t understand,” she told me over Facetime, while she got ready one morning, treating me to a vision of her post-shower naked glory, happily obliging my suggestions that she bend over and show me how her asshole was healing. “They’re, like, so judgmental. I might even go get waxed again so my mom doesn’t bitch about my armpits. You prefer them, like, shaved or whatever right? All guys do?”

“I honestly kind of liked your natural look.”

“Really? You perv. And here I worried about looking all girly for you.”

“I like girly Taylor and I like tomboy Taylor.”

“Then you can have either whenever you want,” she said sweetly, making a kissy face at the camera. “What if I just skip graduation and we have sex all day?”

Our conversations usually went like that. She was conscientious to provide me with nudes at almost every chance she got, ducking into bathroom stalls at cafes and bars to hike up her skirt or slide down her shorts—requests for specific shots made her ecstatic, the trickier the better, and over a few days I acquired an impressive library detailing her no less impressive anatomy.

Graduation passed mostly in a blur. I donned the heavy medieval robes of my alma mater, which had been an investment of several hundred dollars, and sat swimming in sweat alongside my colleagues, watching our students graduate, and listening to a fairly renowned alumna, now working in Hollywood, discuss women’s rights and democracy—not the lightest topic for graduation, but it did little to dampen the mood.

Once the ceremony let out, Taylor did corner me, briefly, with her family, and I met her parents, or tried to, at least. I was worried that Taylor’s affection would make clear our relationship, and even imply that we’d done something untoward while she was still my student, but that fear didn’t pan out. Taylor’s parents showed little interest in the graduation happenings; at one point during the diploma ceremony, her father left to take a call from another partner at his law firm, while her mother, who looked to be only a few years older than Taylor, though I knew this was impossible, seemed to be waging a social media war with another mommy influencer and could barely be bothered to take a selfie with her daughter.

“You see what I mean?” Taylor whispered as she leaned over my shoulder and waved to another friend.

In the midst of the celebrations, I excused myself and returned to my office. Shaded by centuries-old trees and equipped with a substantial ceiling fan, it was the perfect refuge from the day’s heat. I had no sooner disrobed—quite literally, dumping my fancy Hogwarts garb on the floor—and sank into my arm chair than a rapid knocking rang out. I didn’t even need to look at the six text messages peppering my phone to know who it was.

“There you are!” Taylor cried, flying into my arms when I opened the door. “I knew you’d slink away.”

“I didn’t want to get in anyone’s way,” I said, truthfully. “And besides, it’s so hot.”

“Oh, God, I know, I’m so sweaty.” Taylor had worn a short, form-fitting white dress beneath her gown. Now, she was stripping it off and holding out her limbs, standing directly beneath my fan in her underwear—a lacy, see-thru tulle bralette that left little to the imagination, and a matching thong that left even less. “Man, that feels good. C’mon, take it off—I bet you’re still warm.

After some cajoling, Taylor had me down to my underwear and despite the heat, she wormed her way into my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me all over.

“Um, thank you, again, for taking such good care of me while I was in college,” she said, suddenly, as if she’d only just thought of it. “You totally could have, like, taken advantage of me or something and you didn’t.”

“Despite your best efforts.”

“Yeah, right? But, like, I respect that. I think if you hadn’t, I would’ve been over you right away but it’s like, now, you teased me for so long, I just…” She shook her head. “My head gets all fuzzy when I think about you too much. But in a good way.”

I picked her up and laid her on my desk, starting to slide off what remained of her clothing. Suddenly, she stopped me.

“I totally forgot! I wanted to tell you in person! I got that grant!”

I had, in fact, forgotten what grant she’d applied for, even though I’m sure I had recommended her for it. It turned out it was something to put on a play along with our college’s summer theater festival, an attempt to create something rivaling the much more famous theater festival of another New England liberal arts college.

“So that means—”

“I’m gonna’ be around all summer!” she concluded triumphantly. We had strategically avoided discussing the future beyond Taylor’s career plans, but she had made it clear that she was only looking for jobs and opportunities in New England, in part to stay near friends and family, and in part because she expected to keep seeing me so long as we lived in the same region.

I kissed her hard and ran my hand through her hair, pulling, making her gasp.

“Then I’m going to mold you into my perfect little slave this summer,” I whispered in her ear.

“Yes,” she moaned, hands pawing at my crotch. “That’s exactly what I want.”

I turned her over, so that she was lying with her belly on a pile of ungraded student essays. I spread her thighs and tasted her salty wet center, flicking her pussy lips with my tongue before lapping at her clit. She gripped my desk hard, trying to keep her voice down and failing when she came, moaning into her arm as her legs shook.

“This has always been a fantasy of mine,” she said as I slid my cock into her, her muscles clamping down hard on me. “Ever since we met, I wanted you to take me into your office and put me in my place. Fuck the shit out of me and make me behave.”

“You think you behave now?”

“I think I’m on my way to behaving,” she grunted, bouncing her ass back against me. I alternated slapping each of her ass cheeks and then, as I sensed her getting close, I took off my belt and looped it around her throat.

“Oh, shit!” she gasped.

“Tap out if you need to,” I reminded her in a whisper as I pulled back, the belt acting like reins as I rode her and choked her. She was cumming in seconds and struggling to breathe, her chest heaving and writhing, and it wasn’t long before I was cumming too, emptying yet another load into my former student.

“I thought I was gonna’ pass out,” Taylor gasped after a few panting breaths.

“If you get that close, you need to let me know.”

“I kind of wanted to—I knew you’d keep an eye on me.” She offered me a sweet smile and I almost let it slide.

I glared at her. “You’re an adult now—you need to take responsibility for your own well-being, you know. You need to evaluate what you need and ask for it. I might take care of you but you don’t know that everyone always will.”

That put her in her place. She wouldn’t meet my gaze and sat up on the edge of my desk.

“I know that,” she said as she pouted. “Why do you have to talk to me like that? It makes me feel so small. It makes me feel helpless.”

“I’m not trying to belittle you.”

“I know. And I like it. It just makes my tummy feel all fluttery and I get so shy around you.” Cum was leaking out of her onto my desk, so I gathered her up in my arms and we sat in my arm chair, snuggling close.

“I know we’re not gonna’ get married or stay together or anything,” she said after a while. “But I like to fantasize about it a bit. Is that okay?”

“Yes, Taylor, it’s okay.”

She gave me a big kiss and felt around for her phone. “I’m setting an alarm this time for when I fall asleep.”

(That’s all for now, but I have tons more Taylor stories from that summer and beyond—if you want me, let me know! DMs are always open.)

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