When Catherine came into my office after her disastrous midterm grade, I was expecting her to beg, plead, or threaten me for a better grade. The last thing I expected was a clumsy, inexperienced seduction attempt that fell flat on it’s face. But I saw potential in her, and we soon came to an arrangement where I wouldn’t kick her out of school for conduct unbecoming, and she would submit to my carnal desires for an eighteen-year old sex slave.
Warning: This 5200-word story contains explicit descriptions of hardcore sex, a professor/student sex slave relationship, and the erotic use of strawberries.
Excerpt:
Catherine blinked, her eyes unfocused, but they quickly came back into focus. She still had a frightened look on her face, terrified that she had somehow gotten herself fired. It would be her word against mine, and she knew that anything she said would hold no weight at all. But mixed with it was lust, and desire. She took a long, deep breath and put her arms back out to steady herself against my hips. She looked up at me and I knew she’d beg for it if I didn’t give it to her.
“Keep your eyes open,” I told her. She nodded in understanding, letting her draw job open, staring at my shaft before her. I took a handful of her hair in my hands and held her head steady in front of me. As she stared at my cock, a single drop of precum seeped out of the end of my cock. Not allowing her to move on her own, I carefully guided her mouth forward. “That’s it. Nice and easy.”
Her upper lip nudged my cockhead, curled up to let my dick slide down the front of her teeth and pop into her mouth. Her jaw tightened around me, an instinctive reaction that confirmed my guess that here was a genuine, natural-born cock sucker. She let me push my hips forward, burrowing almost to the root inside her mouth. I held her there for one count, then pulled her head back, giving her time for a single breath. Then I went back in, pushing again to the roots, held there, for two counts, then pulled out. Then three counts. Then four.
And during all this, Catherine kept her eyes wide open. She tried to focus on my thick shaft as it disappeared into her mouth, and when it was buried in her all the way her bright brown eyes would flicker up to look at me. I saw lust. I saw yearning. I saw a desire for approval. I approved of the lust, the yearning, the desire. But I did not grant the approval.
Not yet.
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