by Felicia King
I don't know how I did it, but I did swallow everything. He withdrew his softening member from my mouth, and I coughed a bit. It glistened with strings of his cum mixed with my saliva. I don't know what came over me at that moment, I just knew I wanted more of his delicious seed. Leaning forward, I lapped every last bit of it off of his cock.
"Who'd have thought you were such a hungry cumslut. Did you like swallowing all of your Master's load?"
"Yes, Sir," now that he was done fucking my face, the full force of my horniness came crashing back.
"Good, you may go now, Cassandra," he said curtly, pulling up his trousers and zipping them.
"But, Sir...you promised if I was good..." my clit throbbed painfully with need. I felt as though I would soon cry from frustration if my need wasn't sated, one way or another.
He grinned. "Oh yes, I did say that you could cum, didn't I?"
"Yes, Sir, please...it won't take long."
"Fine, you may finger yourself. But climb up onto the desk first, and spread your legs. I want to enjoy the show."
Any other time, I might have protested, but I was nearly blind with need. I clambered up onto the hard wooden desk, knocking papers and books to the side. I propped myself up as best as I could with one arm, spreading my legs wide apart so my gaping, hungry pussy was on full display.
I realized that Mr. Cole had brought his chair around, and was now seated. One hand was stroking his recently pleasured cock, and the other was holding up his phone. I realized with alarm that he was going to be recording this.
But I was too far gone to care. I yanked the ruined fabric of my panties to the side and plunged my fingers into my aching hole. Normally when I played with myself, I had to spend some time playing with my clit, working my way up to penetration, but I was so turned on the only thing that could sate my lust was deep, hard fucking. It was the kind of fucking my fingers couldn't really deliver, but it would have to do.
I could hear wet, slurping noises as the walls of my pussy desperately clung to my fingers as I fucked them into it as hard and fast as I could. I imagined instead that my pussy was getting pounded and used by the magnificent cock I had just serviced. I closed my eyes and threw my head back as I fucked myself with wild abandon, picturing Mr. Cole's cock pummeling my aching cunt over and over again.
"That's beautiful," I heard Mr. Cole say. I was so absorbed in sating my lust that I was barely aware of his words. "Say my name when you cum, Cassandra."
It wouldn't be long at all now. The sound of his voice alone sent tingles of pleasure along my skin. "Yes, Mr. Cole. Yes, Sir!" I half said, half moaned.
In and out my fingers went, in and out, sliding and slurping in the juices that still flowed from my burning slit. I felt myself rising higher and higher towards the release I craved. I jammed my fingers in as far as they would go. "Oh, Mr. Cole!" I sobbed out in pleasure as the wave of climax ripped through my body. My pussy clenched down on my fingers. I imagined still that Mr. Cole was inside me, and that I was milking his meat for every last drop of the cum I needed inside me so badly.
As the wave of intensity passed, I laid panting on the desk, fingers still buried deep inside my twitching cunt.
"Perfect," Mr. Cole said, rising to his feet. "I think we are going to have a lot of fun this semester, Cassandra."
Walking over to the desk, he scribbled something onto a scrap of paper, then slipped it into my trembling hand. It was his phone number.
For the next few days, all I could think about was Mr. Cole and our encounter. The next time I checked my grades online, I saw that the grade for my paper had been updated to a 70 -- passing. I knew I should be grateful...at least now I wouldn't flunk the class. But still, I was sort of outraged. I had let Mr. Cole do things to me I never would've dreamed of allowing any guy to do, and he gave me a 70?
The next time I attended one of his lectures, my heart was thumping in my chest. I'm pretty sure he could feel how hard I stared at him, but he betrayed no sign that anything had happened between us. He seemed to barely notice my presence, as usual.
I knew what I had done was shameful, something I had never pictured myself doing in a million years. I had whored myself out to a college professor. For a C. I should have been humiliated, and I was, sort of.
But I was also more turned on that I had been in my entire life. Nobody had ever made me cum as hard as Mr. Cole had -- and we hadn't even fucked! I had no idea why being used and abused the way I had turned my pussy into a puddle, but it did. And now it was all I could think about.
Again and again I looked at the phone number hastily scrawled on the piece of paper. I knew the last thing on earth I should be doing was thinking about texting him. We could both get in huge trouble. Could I get kicked out if anyone ever found out I was fucking a professor? I had no idea. I was sure at the very least he could lose his job, maybe never even being allowed to teach again.
I should've just gotten rid of the paper, forgotten all about the whole incident, but something wouldn't let me. Instead of slaking my lust, the encounter made me hornier than I had ever been.
Late one night, I found myself texting him, almost as if in a dream. I didn't care how degrading or shameful it was...I had to have more.
Any way I can convince you to raise that C to an A? I typed, fingers trembling as I hit send.
No response. Well, that was to be expected, I thought. It was after one in the morning.
I put my phone on the bedside table and rolled over to try to sleep. I had nearly drifted off when I heard it vibrate as a text came through. Heart thumping in my chest, I read the response:
Come to my office tomorrow night and we will discuss.
And so, I did, even though the rational part of my brain that was left kept whispering that it was a risky idea. When I arrived, he was at his desk again, grading more papers by the look of it.
"Ah, Cassandra. I was hoping you'd take me up on my offer," he said with a smile.
"I'm definitely going to want a few pictures of you for later," he said, pulling out his phone and walking around the desk.
"I want you to pull your skirt and underwear down around your ankles and turn around and put your hands on the desk."
I felt a knot of nervousness in my stomach. I really didn't want him to take pictures of me doing that. It was humiliating! But I didn't have a choice. I did as he instructed.
"Good," I heard him say, and I could hear the shutter of his camera phone clicking. "Now bend over a little more and spread your legs as far as you can."
I couldn't spread them much further with the way my fallen panties and skirt were constricting my ankles, but I did my best. I had to lean forward onto the desk to avoid falling over.
Click...click...click.
"Perfect, just a few more and I think I'll be done. Use your hand to spread your ass cheeks for me. I want to see that ass and pussy spread wide for me."
This was too much! I hesitated, my face burning in shame. I was also aware of just how slippery and aroused I was getting, and I suddenly didn't want him to see how shamefully turned on I was getting from being humiliated like this.
He sensed my hesitation, and I heard the clink of his belt buckle loosening. "Cassandra," he said in a warning tone, "remember I will punish you."
I remembered the slap and sting of the leather belt. I still had marks from the last time he had punished me, and I didn't think my already sore ass could take any more.
Obediently I did as he asked, reaching back and spreading apart my ass and lips with my hands so he could see both my puckered asshole and my pussy which was alarmingly aroused and swollen with need.
"Beautiful," he said, and I heard the shutter click a few more times.
My face was still prickling in a bizarre mixture of shame and arousal. I was angry at myself for how much I was enjoying this, but I still wanted him to fuck me. I wondered if he even would, or if he would just take his pictures for later and leave me like this, a mess of desire and need.
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Then suddenly he was behind me, forcing me face down over the desk with one hand while the fingers of his other hand snaked their way through my hair. I could feel him position his cock at the edge of my slit.
"I want to hear you beg for it. Beg for my cock, and tell me why you need it." I felt it pressed against my opening, swollen and hot and throbbing, and I squirmed my hips against him, desperately needing it inside of me.
"Please, sir, I need your cock inside me so badly. I need to be punished and fucked and used by you, sir. Please fuck me, so I can be your dirty slut," I begged.
"Very good," he replied, and his fingers tightened against the back of my head as he wrapped my hair around them. When he had a good grip, he began to pull my hair, hard, as he finally pushed his throbbing cock deep inside of me. I gasped as I took all of him in, he was definitely larger than anyone I had ever been with, and the sensation of his enormous member stretching out the tight walls of my cunt verged on pain. I convulsed, my pussy stuffed with the entirety of his cock, as he pulled my hair and pain shot through my scalp. Sparks exploded in front of my eyes as he withdrew it, then rammed back in up to the hilt.
I moaned as he began to fuck me mercilessly, and each time he slammed his cock home inside me he yanked my hair. I was completely helpless, I could only clutch desperately at the desk as he took me from behind, impaling me over and over again with a cock bigger than anything I had ever experienced, tears streaming down my face. With each thrust, his body slapped against my sore, sensitive ass cheeks, each pump a reminder of his earlier punishment. I knew I had to be quiet, or else someone might hear us, so I did the best I could to stifle my moans as pleasure coursed through me.
I felt the familiar white hot heat of my orgasm building within me. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer, so I gave myself up to it, my pussy clenching and spasming as he fucked me relentlessly. He reached one hand beneath me and pinched a nipple, hard, and sharp notes of pain mingled with the waves of pleasure that shot through my body.
He kept pounding into me as my orgasm subsided, and as soon as it faded I could feel another one beginning to build.
"I'm going to cum inside you, little slut. You're going to take every last drop of it," he said, his breathing growing faster as his own orgasm approached, "and you're going to like it so much, you're going to cum for me again while I shoot my load inside your cunt."
It was all I could do to moan in response, too far gone to care. All I wanted was for him to fill me up with his cum, and the thought alone was bringing me closer and closer to the edge of another orgasm.
He grunted as he fucked me harder, each stroke longer and deeper than the last. I could feel his cock swelling and growing larger than it already had been inside of me. He grabbed my hips, and with one final thrust I felt his cock spasm inside of me. Waves of ecstasy shot through me, and I came hard as I felt the warm rush of his cum fill me up, my pussy clenching against his pulsing member as I dug my fingernails into the wooden surface of the desk.
Panting and limp, I felt him draw out of me. He picked me up and spun me around so I was kneeling between his legs on the floor. I felt rivulets of his cum running down the inside of my thigh and dripping onto the floor, as I knelt on shaking legs that could barely support me. He held his cock in front of my lips, and it was still formidable in size despite the fact that his erection was starting to soften.
"Clean it up now, like a good girl," he said, his hand on the back of my head, pressing me closer. Obediently, I wrapped my lips around the head of it and lapped it clean, the salty taste of his cum and the distinct taste of my own juices mingling together. It smelled like sweat, pussy and cum, and I eagerly moved up and down his shaft, licking up every drop as he moaned softly and curled his fingers through my hair, gently now.
When his cock was thoroughly clean, he removed it from my mouth and pulled his pants back up. I stood shakily, dazedly trying to smooth my disheveled hair. Abruptly, he leaned over and kissed me deeply on the mouth, invading me with his tongue. Somewhere in the back of my brain, it registered that we had just finished fucking like animals, and yet somehow this was the first time we had ever kissed.
He pulled away and gazed deeply into my eyes, the side of his mouth quirking up into a seductive grin. "Wasn't that a much more fun way to get an A in the class?"
I giggled, feeling light-headed. "I was just wishing I could get extra credit on all of my papers this way."
"Oh, don't worry," he replied, still grinning devilishly, "I'm going to make sure you keep working hard for me, all semester long."
