“Nuh-uh-uh,” he pulls away. “You must learn to respect your teacher, Kitty,” he says, grabbing a long cylindrical test tube from the clutter of his desk.
“Meow,” I tease. Hearing him call me by my nickname gets me feisty. My pussy quivers when the glass tube brushes against my clit. The tip of it circles around my wet hole before entering me.
My back arches as the tube slides into my pussy. He pushes it in as far it will go without letting go, then pulls it back. He pauses, smirking as my legs shudder against him. Then he pushes it back in forcefully.
He does this again and again until the tube is dripping, thoroughly coated in my girl juices. My pink manicured nails scratch against the wood surface of the table, carving tiny marks in the paint.
I can’t take it much longer, I need him inside me.
I shove him backward with the force of my hips and the tube falls out, shattering on the tile floor. I get up onto the table with my legs spread open as far as the panties at my ankles will allow. Dr. Sim looks slightly annoyed.
“You shouldn’t have done that, Kitty. You know I have to punish you now.” He grabs my panties with his teeth and pulls until they tear apart in the middle, hanging loosely around the toes of my red high heel pumps. He’s got his lab coat and undershirt off in seconds.
He pins me against his bare chest, pressing at the back of my thighs until my knees are level with my head. He hovers a firm palm over my ass, watching for the fear to show in my eyes. But I only grin back at him daringly.
I stare up at the ceiling and await my punishment. The stinging pain of him spanking my ass cheeks is intense and causes me to wince. My legs jolt from the pain.
SMACK!
My hips buck as I try to shove Dr. Sim off me, but the weight of his chest is overpowering.
SMACK!
I scream and moan in pleasure and pain.
SMACK!
SMACK!
Dr. Sim pauses, huffing and sweating over me, watching me cringe at the anticipation of more punishment. My breaths are heavy. His palm caresses the tender spot of my ass.
“Now you know the consequences of being disobedient,” he says in the same tone he uses when lecturing to students. I can only give a submissive nod. He bends down to lick my wet slit that’s in the air with the flat of his tongue.
Then I moan when he enters me and swirls around inside, and I can tell that he’s loving the taste of his dirty little overachiever.
Dr. Sim is up straight now and stroking at the head of his cock. He brings it down to my pussy with his thumb, then pushes his pelvis forward in one hard thrust.
The sensation of his cock penetrating me causes me to cry out. I push back with my hips when his cock bottoms out at my cervix. Each thrust of his pelvis sends a jolt of electricity up my spine and my whole body gyrates in sync.
His grip at the sides of my robust hips is rough, pulling me in forcefully while his balls beat against my asshole.
I lick sensually around my lips, inviting him to kiss me. Still, his expression is one intent on discipline as he continues to pound my pussy. His cock is hitting me perfectly in all the right places. Eyes roll to the back of my head as I am lost in a sea of ecstasy.
The pace of my breathing quickens, as do the sounds of his grunting. Beads of sweat roll from his muscular torso and pool at my belly button.
I squeeze my pussy tight just before he cums inside me.
His thick load shoots deep into me and I can feel the pulse of his cock against my tightness. His glasses are fogged and I can barely make out his eyes when his head slumps down close to my face.
I brush the back of his hair between my fingers and smile, enjoying the sensation of his warm spunk dripping out of me onto the table. I had succeeded in my plan. Dr. Sim’s DNA is in me now. It’s only a matter of time now before I give birth to our little genius.
The pace of our breathing slows, the rise and fall of my belly lightly grazes the skin of his ripped abs. I hold him in close against me for a moment, then he pulls away.
“Well, I think you’ve learned your lesson for today,” he says, pulling up on his briefs. He’s already got the belt of his slacks buckled by the time I have sat up on the table. “I’m late for a meeting, so if you’ll excuse me…” He’s acting strange. Does he regret that he just came inside me?
“See you next class,” he says, facing away from me and pushing against the bar of the exit door. The sound of it closing behind him echoes against the walls of the empty lab.
And yet, as I lie there dripping his spunk onto the cold lab desk, all I can think about is when our next lesson is going to be.
No Protection
I wrap my arms around my neighbor's sunken shoulders and hold him there in a tight embrace as he weeps into his hands, still sulking over the fact his wife left him for another man.
She just up and left without so much as a goodbye just last month, and Mr. Miller has been lost in a state of depression since. I have done my very best to comfort him, to let him know I'm still here for him and that I care about him.
Mr. Miller has done so much for me over the years since we moved in next door. Personally, I never really gave a shit about his wife. She’s been cheating on her husband for as long as I can remember, but I’ve never had the heart to tell him.
I am eternally grateful for him, and I am determined to stay by his side during this difficult period. I would do absolutely anything just to make him feel happy again.
I would even give him my body, if he weren’t still so emotionally attached to his wife.
I am nineteen years old now, and I know that I could please him the same way his wife used to. I may still be a virgin, but that doesn't mean I don't know how to make a man feel good.
I know how to work a man's cock in just the right way to milk every ounce of cum from it. And for Mr. Miller, I would show him everything I've learned on the Internet.
I know just how I could give him the wettest, sloppiest blowjob of his life. I could probably slurp his entire cock down my naughty little throat without gagging.
Then I'd lick the cum off my face like a good little whore after he shoots his pent up load all over it.
I bet Mr. Miller hasn't even masturbated once since his wife left. And I would swallow every last drop of that massive load in delight, never satisfied until I see Mr. Miller smiling again.
Even if he wanted to get inside my ass, I'd let him. Nothing would make me happier than to make Mr. Miller cum in any whole he chooses.
Hell, I would let him cum inside my tight little virgin pussy if I could see the look on his face afterward. To see a face that has put that bitch wife out of his mind, even if just for a little while.
But if he did ejaculate inside my vagina, there's a good chance he would get me pregnant. I haven't had a reason to go on the pill yet, or any other form of birth control.
But if Mr. Miller wanted to finish inside me, I would definitely let him. I would even risk getting knocked up just to make him happy again.
And I think that if he ever got inside me and felt the warmth and tightness of my wet virgin walls squeezing the length of his stiff dick, he wouldn't be able to stop himself. Mr. Miller has never been that great with self-control.
In fact, he was still recovering from a gambling addiction when his wife left. It was probably the reason she told herself when she ran out on us, that he's just a deadbeat loser.
Whatever she had to tell herself to make her feel better. Deep down that cheating bitch knows she was just looking for an excuse to get rammed her younger co-worker.
But he hasn't stepped foot inside that Indian casino down the street since. That's how I know her leaving him has really torn him apart. Come to think of it, he has hardly left the house at all.
I would be really nervous about having to give birth at such a young age, but I would do it just for him. If Mr. Miller wanted to put a baby in me, then I would suffer through that pain.
I may never be able to replace w
hat his wife meant to him, but I could still fuck his brains out better than she ever did. My body is his forever, if only he would ask for it.
I massage around Mr. Miller’s tense neck and watch his long dark hair fall in his face as his head slumps into his chest. He is trying hard to fight back more tears. I can tell he really hates looking so helpless in front of me.
For most of my life he has been the confident, responsible father figure, at least up until he lost his way with the whole gambling thing. But now he just can't hold it together anymore. It's the first time I have ever seen him cry.
"Maybe--maybe you should lie down..." I say. He gives a slow nod and falls backward onto the soft, springy mattress of his bed. His arms cover his face and he begins to sob some more.
"I--I just loved her so much, Beth." It's been a whole month now, and Mr. Miller is still a complete wreck. I've been wondering just how long he is going to be like this.
"I know Mr. Miller, I know..." I pat him gently on the stomach. He wipes an arm across his face, sniffling. He looks up at me through soggy red eyes and tries to force a smile. "Hey! That's the first time I've seen you smile since!" I say, pretending I don't know it's a fake one.
"I hate that you have to see me like this," he says. "You must think I'm pathetic." I shake my head at him.
"I just want to see you happy again, Mr. Miller..." His fake smile goes wider--it almost looks like it could be real. I beam at him and say, "Yay! I would do anything to keep that smile on your face." He grabs a tissue from the box lying next to him and blows into it.
My hand moves across his stomach toward his crotch. When my fingers reach the hem of his shirt, I lift it just above his abdomen.
Mr. Miller has always managed to keep himself toned and in shape. In fact, the only thing he has been doing other than moping for the last month is his excessive weight lifting. He said it helps take his mind off of everything, but it is almost becoming obsessive.
But if it keeps him out of that card room, I'm not going to say anything. Besides, doing all those crunches has made him look hot as ever.
I run two fingers along his tight six-pack and dance around his belly button. Then I bend over and press my soft lips of crimson lipstick against his navel.
"Beth--what're you--" He starts to say, then can't help but burst into laughter when he feels me blowing hard on his belly. My wet lips vibrate and tickle him and, at last, a real smile spreads across his face.
"Haha! Beth! That's not fair!"
"But I got you laughing, didn't I?" He grabs a pillow and tosses it at my head. I dodge and give him a playful smirk.
"Missed me!" I say, giggling. He laughs some more and sits up on the bed. He sighs and tells me,
"You always know how to make me feel better..." But I know how to make him feel a lot better.
"I've been thinking..." I start to say. I pause a moment, wondering if I should follow through and take this opportunity to get Mr. Miller to fuck me. He cocks his head and stares at me through those pitiful eyes.
I just want him to finally move on. I want him to see that I can be everything for him that stupid whore was, and more.
"I know a way to make you forget about your wife. To move on and be happy again." He’s looking perplexed.
"What are you talking about? I don't want to forget her..."
"But you're so miserable all the time now! I can take away the pain for you. I don't want you to suffer anymore, Mr. Miller..." I place a hand lightly on one leg of his black jeans. My pink manicured nails dip between his thighs and make their way toward his crotch with a graceful confidence.
"Did you know I'm still a virgin, Mr. Miller?" He squints hard and shakes his head. My question has him totally stunned.
"Beth, what the hell? I don't want to--"
"I want you..." I interrupt, leaning in close enough to whisper in his ear. "I want you inside me." Mr. Miller’s whole body goes tense. His eyes study me, wondering what kind of game I'm playing at.
"I want you to fuck me, Mr. Miller. And I'll even let you cum inside me." I plant kisses along his neck and feel the tiny hairs of his neck stand on end. I rest a palm on his cheek and try to turn him toward me, but his neck is totally stiff, refusing to budge.
So I make a bold move by putting my face in front of his and go in for a kiss on the lips.
He grabs me by the shoulders and pulls me away. His grip is tight and fierce as he shakes me, saying,
"You know this isn't right!" His expression is stern and the tone of his voice commanding. It's the sort of look he used to give me as a kid whenever I'd been disobedient. Only this time it feels good to be naughty.
"I bet I could deepthroat your entire cock." His eyes go wide and his jaw drops slightly in utter disbelief. "It's true. My friend Katie taught me how." My hand clutches the crotch of his jeans.
I feel around until I have a hold of his balls and shaft. "Oh, yeah. You're pretty big, but I think I could get it all down..." My tongue circles the edge of my mouth, leaving a wet sheen of saliva around my lips as I lean in for another kiss.
Our lips connect and my tongue dives between his parted lips. I swirl it around in his mouth then nibble on his bottom lip. My eyelids drop as I make out passionately with Mr. Miller’s mouth.
He's still frozen in place, staring at me like a deer in the headlights.
I reach around the back of his head to hold him in the kiss while I work a deft hand to unzip his jeans. I press my palm against his abdomen and slip my fingers down the front of his briefs. When my fingers wrap around his engorged shaft, I say,
"I think he likes it..." I tug on his bottom lip with my teeth and stretch it playfully. Then I open my eyes again and his lip snaps back when I release it.
"But--Beth, it wouldn’t be right if I let you..." I press an index finger on his mouth to silence him.
"Shhh... Just relax, Mr. Miller. You've earned this." I get off the bed to kneel down in front of him. "No one will ever have to know except you and me." I spread his legs apart and get my face down near his crotch.
I grab hold of the waist of his jeans and briefs and tug down hard. To my surprise, he lifts his legs out straight to help me get them off and I can't help but smirk. Mr. Miller is going to let this happen.
His erect cock springs out from his underwear and I gasp.
"Oh, my!" I trace the tip of my finger along the length of his shaft, admiring the magnificent size. "It's even bigger than I thought! I really hope I can get it all down my throat."
I wrap my fingers around it and begin to stroke up and down. "You might have to help me..." I spit into my hand to lubricate it a bit and continue stroking some more. Mr. Miller moans and his eyes roll back.
"Beth! I really don't think--" But he shuts up when he feels my tongue curling around his stiff dick. I wrap it around his girth and slide it along the shaft, enjoying the tickle of thick veins rolling against the flat of my tongue.
A thick drop of saliva drools form my mouth and dribbles down to his ball sac. I lap at the neck of his cock and swirl around the head. Then I sit up slightly to get my mouth over it, being careful to protect him from my teeth.
I seal my lips around his dick and start sucking.
"Oh, fuck!" He moans. But I'm just getting started. Considering how long it's been since he shot his load, Mr. Miller is going to have to use every ounce of willpower to stop himself from cumming too soon. I want him to enjoy this. I lift my mouth off his cock for a moment to tell him,
"Now don't cum in my mouth. I want you inside me for that." I wait for a nod of acknowledgement, but he just continues staring blankly. I shrug, then plunge his cock back into my mouth anyway.
I push down hard, slipping my wet lips along his cock and thrusting it deep into the back of my throat.
I fight the urge to retch when his dick enters into my esophagus, but I insist on forcing it deeper. He grips the top of my blond hair and moans load and long.
He pulls my hair hard enough to make me wince, but I i
gnore the pain and focus on getting the whole of his cock down.
I choke and slurp and suck on Mr. Miller’s dick, gulping it down as best I can. My eyes begin to water as the depths of my throat close around his cock and my airway is blocked.
Viscous globs of saliva and mucous shoot from my nostrils and splatter on his abs. Then I gag hard, and more of the stuff drizzles out from my nose and lips, drenching his pubes.
I focus my concentration on his toned abs, determined to touch my nose to them. I squint hard and open my throat again, attempting to swallow every inch of him while trying to ignore the pain.
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