Missy’s professor had her accompany him to the college one day to present his paper. As she sat in the audience, listening to him calmly field questions, she squeezed her legs together, remembering how just the night before he had put a leather blindfold over her eyes and cuffed her wrists to the broad leather collar locked around her neck. Then he growled at her to ride his leg until she was close to coming.
Missy had straddled his thigh and undulated her body in a sinuous dance for him. Soon she was writhing there, gasps flying from her open mouth. He told her, “My, you’re leaving quite the wet spot here” and “I want to see these tits bouncing in my face, Missy,” and encouraged her with a few casual slaps. She cried, “Sir, I’m going to cum. Please may I cum Sir?” At which point his fingers clamped down hard on her nipples and he growled, “You may cum, Missy, but don’t stop shaking these tits,” and she climaxed as she screamed “Thank you, Sir!” Still humping his leg and tossing her torso back and forth even as he grasped her nipples tightly, and it was like she was willingly trying to inflict that pain upon herself.
Onstage her professor concluded his presentation to resounding applause. She sat demurely in her seat, waiting for him to retrieve her, which he did after he made the rounds and spoke with many of his colleagues. He stopped by her chair and said, “Come, Missy.”
They walked side by side to his old office, which she was helping him pack up for his move to a newer and better office and was mostly empty except for the metal filing cabinets and desk. He shut the door and turned towards her with a wide smile.
“Unbutton your blouse and get on your knees, Missy.”
Missy watched him strip off his pants, her eyes fastening on his cock. Salvia pooled in her mouth. He strode behind her and lashed her arms together above the elbow with his belt. He drew off the long silk scarf that concealed her collar and wrapped it tightly around her wrists. He stood in front of her, took his cock in hand. Missy swallowed wetly, her eyes beseeching. Smiling down at her, he rested his cock on her upturned face. She quivered before him but didn’t otherwise move. He hadn’t told her to.
“Good girl,” he said softly, then ordered ”Open.” His cock slid into the O of her mouth, and she took a quick suck. He frowned and pulled out, chastising her, “Bad girl” as he slapped her face with his cock, once, twice. “Let’s try again, Missy.”
Both his hands clasped her head to hold her still as he fucked her mouth. Missy was only capable of keeping her mouth open and gurgling around him. She was dizzy with lust from his scent, the taste of him, the way he ruthlessly used her hole. He forced his cock deeper into her spasming throat until her nose was pressed against his groin, she heard him groan loudly as she choked on his cock. Missy’s useless hands opened and closed behind her back, twitching against her ass as he fucked her face.
Suddenly he pulled out and hauled her up. He pressed her flat against the desk so she rested her face on one cheek, her sweat slicked breasts warming the cool metal. He pulled up the back of her skirt and tucked it into the top of her shirt, helped ease one leg out of the pantyhose, then the cotton panties. He left them trailing around one leg and thrust into her cunt. He pinned her to the desk with a hand bracketing the back of her neck as he pounded into her, almost too fast and too hard for her to climax easily.
Even so, Missy soon heard herself begging, “Please Sir, may I cum? May your slut cum?”
“No,” her professor answered calmly, “hold still.” He continued fucking her until he came, spurting deep inside her as he kept her pinned her to the desk.
After a while he said, “Kneel, Missy.” She struggled to pull herself up from the desk and sank onto her knees. His cum was seeping out from between her legs onto the scratched linoleum floor. He took his cock in hand and wiped it thoroughly on her face, in her hair, had her lick him for good measure. Then he pointed at the cum on the floor beneath her as he pulled up his pants. “I’m stepping out to the restroom down the hall. Make sure you clean that up by the time I get back.”
(Thank you sillybastard69 for submitting this photo! As you can see, I was inspired.)
