Teaching Her a Lesson Part 6: The Final Experiment [professor/student] [18+] [fmm+] [breeding]

He stopped her just before she entered his classroom, grabbing her by the hand.

“Come on,” he said. “I have a surprise for you.”

“What kind of surprise?” she asked hesitantly.

“A fun one.” he said, grinning.

He led her out to the car park.

They parked outside the hotel he’d taken her to before. He grabbed a bag from his boot – a now-familiar sight – and held her hand again as they checked in and went to their room. As soon as the door was shut he pressed her against it, kissing her. His hands explored the familiar lines and curves of her body, squeezed her breasts, brushed against her ass.

He stripped her slowly, eyes devouring every inch of her skin like he’d never seen it before. He left her bra on, sucked her nipples over the material until she was begging him to take it off.

“Not yet sweetie. You have to wait for the others.”

“The others?”

“I persuaded Tim and a few friends to come see us.”

She swallowed. He expected her to be nervous, but all he found shining up at him from those big eyes was excitement.

“They’re going to fill your pussy up with cum, and when you can’t take any more, we’ll paint your body with the rest. How does that sound?” He crooned.

“How many friends, Sir?”

“Three. Is that enough for my little slut?”

“Yes Sir.”

She was knelt on the floor, collared and leashed, when the first knock at the door came. It opened to reveal Tim and another man.

“The others will be a second, they’re just parking.” Tim said, seeming perfectly relaxed. He smiled at her. The other man, tall with an athletic build, stared at her as though he’d never seen a woman before.

He elbowed him, “Be polite to the lady and introduce yourself first.”

He flushed. “Hi, I’m… um… I’m Robert,” he said awkwardly, and stopped staring.

The three men fell into easy conversation, and it wasn’t long before the other two arrived. One had the same athleticism as Robert, but was blonde and shorter, and other other had a narrower frame, a half-sleeve of tattoos, and a bright smile.

They both immediately introduced themselves to her.

‘Marcus’ and ‘Harry’ both joined the others.

Sir walked over to her. He tugged on the leash, forcing her to crawl to the bed, then removed it before lifting her and laying her on top of the duvet.

He spread her legs, glanced behind him. “Would you all like to help me get her ready for us?”

They all enthusiastically assented, crowding around the bed.

Sir kissed his way up her thigh, sucking on the skin. Two of the men descended on her breasts, caressing her, tonguing her nipples. The other two ran their hands over her skin, placed a line of love bites down her neck and above her collarbone. The last – Harry – muffled her moans with his lips, making out with her.

The first lash of his tongue on her pussy nearly made her scream. The constant touching, kissing, sucking, was senstising her skin to an insane degree. Someone bit the junction between her shoulder. The caressing turned rougher. He bit her lips, shoved his tongue in her mouth.

Sir penetrated her with his tongue, licked her, and returned to sucking her clit. Started to fuck her with his fingers.

She moaned loudly into Harry’s mouth. He pulled away and forced her to suck his fingers. She sucked on them like she would a cock, looking him dead in the eyes. Just to mess with him.

He groaned softly. She smirked and then gasped, whimpered, as Sir added another finger and pounded into her. Her core tightened. He devoured her pussy relentlessly, and she came violently around him.

He pulled away, sucked his fingers clean. The others slowly followed suit. He looked at her.

“Don’t think I didn’t see you misbehaving. You’ve lost yourself the privilege of another orgasm.”

She pouted.

“Stop.” His voice was low, dangerous.

She stopped.

“Harry, you go first. Don’t hold back on the little slut.”

He stripped, flipped her onto her stomach. Then he spread her legs roughly and entered her without warning. She cried out into the pillow, and Sir laughed. His large cock stretched her painfully, even with Sir having warmed her up. He gripped her hips roughly, thrust himself balls-deep and, not giving her time to adjust, began to pound into her.

His cock was deeper in her pussy than any other had been. His balls slapped her skin. She writhed on the bed, his fucking relentless, and strong arms helped to hold her still. Others pulled her hands out to either side, and slapped their cocks onto her palms. They made her grip them, and used her to jerk them to hardness.

Gradually she adjusted to their using of her body. Her screams turned to moans. Pleasure crashed over her in waves that left her drooling. She whimpered when they took their cocks from her hands.

“Harder,” Sir barked.

He switched to pushing her into the bed, forcing himself deeper. Her pussy clenched around him and he groaned. She felt his cock twitch inside her. He pulled her closer, fucked her faster, with shallow thrusts deep inside her. He gasped.

And shot ropes of cum deep into her pussy, warmth flooding her. He emptied his balls into her and pulled out.

She was given little time to recover, as she was turned over onto her back once more.

Marcus pushed her knees onto her chest, entered her slowly.

He was well-sized, but not as huge as Harry. She found his gentle fucking far easier to bear, at first. Until he kept going and going, far past when she expected him to finish; seemingly tireless. He held himself over her, making her look at him as he pounded her into insensibility. Time seemed to pass like mud, and all she knew was cock. Someone tweaked her nipple and she squeaked, returning to herself in a rush. She felt him ready to cum and found herself begging.

“Please give it to me… I need you to fill me up so badly, I need it, please, please…”

He grunted, held himself deep in her and did as she’d asked. His seed splashed her walls, dripped out of her as he pulled out.

There was a second’s silent debate between the men and then Robert pulled her up and into his lap. He made her straddle his hips and watched her face hungrily as he pushed inside her. She gasped at his thickness, how his first thrust made cum slosh around inside her. He didn’t seem to care that her pussy was already ruined with two loads, just pounded into her like she was a toy. Her pussy was still tight around his cock, and he groaned as she tightened further around him. She squeezed her eyes shut, mewled as someone played with her nipples. Her skin felt like it was on fire, burning as others stroked it. She was far too overstimulated.

He pressed himself close inside her, came groaning, his cock twitching. He splashed her walls with his cum and withdrew. Liquid flooded from her pussy, and coated her thighs as he did.

More silent negotiation happened. And then not so silent.

“She can take maybe one more load. You can take her pussy, if you’ll let me use her mouth.” Tim said.

“Her mouth is off-limits.” Sir said flatly.

“But you want to cum inside her pussy last, and you promised us all we could finish in her.”

Sir sighed.

“I’d like that, Sir,” she said quietly.

He looked at her. Saw the hope and hunger in her eyes. “Fine,” he said, a little grudgingly.

They manoeuvred her so that her head hung against the side of the bed. Then Sir entered her pussy, began to fuck her savagely. At the same time, Tim pushed into her mouth. She struggled to suck him properly from an unfamiliar angle, but he didn’t seem to mind. Sir’s fucking pushed his cock deeper into her with every move. He grunted with satisfaction on seeing her throat bulge with him.

Slowly, Sir’s pounding began to ease into something gentler. She felt his hands relax from their death-grip on her hips, as he started to truly enjoy the feeling of her pussy around him. She loved having him inside her after all of those unfamiliar cocks had explored her insides. Cum filled her pussy, leaked out of her with his every thrust. She moaned as Tim fucked her throat faster, bruisingly hard. She ached. His balls slapped against her face.

She came again, around Sir’s cock, quivering, noisy as she gagged and moaned on the cock in her mouth.

Which came, flooding her throat with seed that she gulped down greedily. She licked him clean before he pulled out fully, and then it was just her and Sir, as it had been from the start. She was so she was fully back on the bed, and could watch as Sir got closer and closer.

All she could see as he came was him, the pleasure on his face as he emptied himself fully into her. When he’d finished, he pulled out and forced her to suck him clean, tasting the different cum that was inside her.

He saw the others out. She didn’t bother to watch them go, just stared at the ceiling, full and satisfied. When they’d gone, Sir came and cuddled up beside her, petting her as she recovered.

He called her his good girl and she snuggled into his shoulder. He gently removed her collar, set it on the dresser, and carried her into the bathroom to clean her up. Once they’d finished, she stumbled back into the room and laid on the bed. He joined her, and they kissed, slowly ramping up the intensity, until she grew impatient and pulled him on top of her.

As he entered her for the second time, he looked her in the eyes. “You’re mine.”

“And you’re mine,” she murmured, running her hands through his hair as they made love. “You’re mine.”

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