Study Session…Part Two
Fear…real fear rushed through her…someone was there and she had her professor’s whole cock in her mouth…yet she couldn’t stop. Her tongue ran along the underside of his cock and swirled on the tip only to move lower again. Her head bobbed up and down, as she thought of herself nearly naked with his hard shaft pumping between her lips…ropes of saliva hanging from her chin.
The handle jiggled on the door, but it remained locked. She sighed with relief, until she heard keys jingle.
The door swung open and her young boyfriend burst in. He stared in disbelief at the raunchy scene before his eyes. His professor told him to meet him here at 6:30, but…
“Good of you to come, Michael,” the professor said.
“Holy shit” Michael mumbled.
The professor sharply smacked her ass again, “Don’t stop, slut.”
She looked at Michael, eyes wide with fear…her mouth full of their professor’s cock. Michael just looked at her in shocked silence. He was dumbfounded…and angry.
“Your little girlfriend has been doing some very naughty things today, Michael,” the professor said with an evil smirk. “Did you know how well she could suck cock?”
Michael just fumed as he stared at her. His eyes locked on her as his cheeks flushed with a mixture of rage and shame. His blood boiled at the sight of his sweet little girlfriend doing such dirty things to their professor, spit dangling from her chin as her head bobbed on his hard dick…she was such a whore.
“Do you like seeing her pretty little mouth filled like that with my hard cock?” the professor chided him. “I bet you do.”
Hot anger sparked in Michael’s eyes. He glared at his girlfriend, stuffing her professor’s cock in her mouth like a slut…and he burned.
“Whore!” he screamed.
“Close the door, Michael,” the professor said calmly. “She is a whore and it’s time for her to be treated like one.”
“Sucking his cock, how long have you been doing this?!” Michael ranted at her as he moved to close the door.
“That’s enough, Michael. I’m going to fuck your little whore girlfriend,” the professor told him. “…while you watch. Is that what you want, whore?”
Jessica couldn’t look at Michael, she was ashamed of her lust and for being such a slut. She felt dirty, but she also liked it. She liked letting it take over…letting him take over. She wanted to be used. She wanted to give up all say in what happened to her. She wanted to think of nothing but the cock in her mouth and the burning in her pussy. She moaned and nodded her desire.
“Tell Michael what you want me to do, slut?” the professor coaxed her.
“Yes, sir. I..I.. want you to..umm” SMACK…the professor slapped her ass.
“Tell. Him.”
She looked up at her professor and then looked at Michael. She could see the rage in the veins in Michael’s neck. She could palpably feel his hate as he looked at her…tears started to stream down her face…she was torn. She wanted to tell Michael that she didn’t want this, that the professor was forcing her, that she wasn’t really like this…but the burning lust told her that’s a lie. She looked back at Michael, his jaw locked, his face red, eyes full of scorn. Then she looked up at her professor who looked as though he couldn’t care less if she took another breath. The scent of his cock hung in the air around her face and caused a twinge in her wet, wet pussy.
“I WANT you to FUCK me, Sir!” she screamed, tears running down her face.
“You bitch,” Michael said.
“Good girl,” the professor smiled. He unwrapped the belt from the chair and then lifted Jessica to the table. He took the loose end of the belt and handed it to Michael. Her hands bound at the other end were now stretched over her head. The table was hard and cold on her nearly naked ass, but her pussy was hot and wet.
She was so aroused that nothing mattered anymore. She had given herself completely to her lust. She abandoned any notion that she was anything but a cock craving whore. She relished the new identity that she had found for herself. She needed to be used, to be an object of lust. All she could think of was the feeling of being fucked…pounded. Her cum flowed from her as if her pussy was crying, begging to be fucked by him…either of them…just cock in her…hard. She wanted…needed…to be fucked.
The professor reached down and took hold of her lacy white thong. He bunched it in his fist and pulled hard, ripping it from her. She reeled from the feeling of the thin lace tearing around her and felt adrenaline again surge in her stomach. The professor then leaned down and spread her lips really wide. He held his face close to her; she could feel his hot breath on her exposed pussy. Finally, she felt him lick her deeply. He savored the sweet taste of her wet cunt. Jessica let out a small whimper as his tongue danced on her pussy.
“She looks so dirty, doesn’t she, Michael?” he asked without lifting his face from between her legs. “She wants to be fucked so badly…but not by you…she wants me…and she did such a wonderful job of swallowing my cock that I can hardly refuse now, can I?”
The professor stood and pulled the cups of her bra down and exposed her hard little nipples and soft full breasts. He rubbed them lightly at first and then looked up at Michael. Michael was still so angry and hurt. He was almost shaking with the need to punish her…this whore who had seemed so innocent until now. The professor rubbed them a bit harder, then started to squeeze and pinch her nipples.
While still looking into Michael’s eyes, the professor lowered to her chest and sucked in a nipple. He rolled it around with his tongue. Michael just stared at him as he played with her dark little nipple, pulling it with his teeth.
“Ahh…yes…mmmm…this feels so good, Sir,” she moaned.
“You like her tits, don’t you, Michael?” the professor teased as he sucked them into his mouth. “She has nice round tits…so perfect.”
Then he pinched one really hard.
“Ahh…MMmm,” she screams, but the scream is not from pain…pure pleasure and a smile curls across her lips.
He got rougher with her tits, squeezing them…pulling those hard little nipples. She tossed her head from side to side, lost in the sensations. The professor smiled at Michael’s burning face as he continued to tug and torture Jessica’s hard nipples. His taunting looks caused Michael’s hands to flex around the leather belt holding her arms. Soon the professor moved further down her body and then slid her down the table until her ass hung off the edge.
“Now watch, Michael,” The professor said. “I’m going to fuck your girlfriend and make her scream for me…right in front of you…”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xgbc6a/study_session_part_2_nsfw