Oh God, this is… this is incredible!
Hands gripped tight to his headboard, tits swaying back and forth, I scrub my pussy over his beard, his nose, and hismouth as he growls and works his tongue against my clit, one big hand on my hip, the other still jerking his cock.
My stomach tightens, my pussy aches, and need takes over, every thought in my brain nonexistent as I scrub faster against his touch, desperate to come.
I’m about to come on my professor’s face!
I’m in my professor’s house and I’m about to come on his face!
What the hell?
I’m nearly there when his shoulders tighten against my ass cheeks and he growls into my pussy with a sound I haven’t heard from him yet. It’s rough and raw. Wild and unhinged. Animalistic. He’s coming, I’m sure of it!
My body responds, and moments later, my pussy tightens, my frame convulses, and I release all over his beard. His touch is sensitive and I try to get away, but his rough hands land on my hips and he holds me in place with a growl.
“Oh God,” I pant as he flattens his tongue and licks out the last bits of cream seeping from inside of me. “I have to move. It’s too sensitive.” I tug against his touch again.
He pulls me in for one last lick then lets me go reluctantly. “God damn, little girl. You taste like a fucking dream.”
I’m on the bed next to him when he growls again, low and slow. “You did that on purpose. You wanted me to taste that creamy little pussy, didn’t you?”
“It was an accident,” I whisper. “I didn’t mean to touch your nose. I—”
“Roll over.”
“Roll over?”
He nods. “I need to spank that ass for disobeying me.”
A shot of adrenaline runs through me as I roll onto all fours and bend forward doggy style, ass up, ready for my spanking.
“Oh, you like this. You’re excited?” He rubs his big hand over my mound. “Look at this puffy, red, little pussy. You’re a naughty girl. A spanking won’t do. I need to know you’ve learned your lesson.”
He rolls me onto my back again and stares at me, his hard, thick cock pressed against my upper thigh as he thinks over a reasonable punishment. “From now on in class, every time I say the word‘chemistry,’I want you to drag your hands down over your nipples for me. And if I say the word‘energy,’I want you to touch yourself.”
“In the classroom?” My voice cracks as I speak, my pussy soaking wet again. “Everyone will see me.”
He scratches his hand over his beard. “Not if you do it quietly. This is just for me. If anyone else sees, you get another punishment.”
My pussy throbs. Why is my pussy throbbing? This is an abuse of power. I should be turned off. I should be repulsed. He’s so much older than me. He’s my teacher. This shouldn’t have happened and he shouldn’t be allowing more.
Trouble is,I’m desperate for more.More demands. More of his cock. More of his deep, rough voice in my ear.
“I understand,” I manage, wetting my lips as my heart hammers.
“Good girl. Now get dressed and meet me on the back porch. I’m going to feed you.”
