Donna Jerst took her usual seat in English One just as Professor Smith walked into the classroom. She sighed with boredom at the prospect of yet another class period discussing some book she found completely uninteresting. She hated the fact that she had to even take this class, along with a few others, for her degree. But it was part of the curriculum, so that was that.
She looked up at the front of the room where the professor was starting his lecture, her brain tuning out his words while she went searching for a place to escape inside her mind. The only thing that did make this class bearable was the fact that Professor Smith was actually a pretty good looking guy and she could occasionally find a way to tease him. This was actually something that she had been doing for a few years, all through high school and now in her first year of college. Whenever she had a male teacher she would help to pass her time in their classes by finding little, subtle ways of flirting or teasing them. Her antics ranged from being as mild as sipping seductively on a straw or licking a lollipop to as bold as not wearing any panties under a skirt and flashing them by uncrossing and re-crossing her legs. Over the years she had gotten pretty good at making the right eye contact to ensure they would be looking her way so they could see whatever she was about to do then recognizing to what extent her antics had on them after the fact. Of course none of them ever said anything or did anything about it since that would put the spotlight on them, especially back in high school when she was a minor.
Toward the end of this days class Mr. Smith reminded them about the paper that was coming due. Donna cursed under her breath as she realized that she had completely forgotten about it and therefore hadn't even started. They were all instructed to sign up for a scheduled one-on-one meeting time during the next week with him to go over their outlines or rough drafts. A sheet was passed around and when it got to her she choose one of the later ones.
When the day of her meeting arrived she dressed herself with the idea of flirting her way out of trouble and into an extension on the paper. Knowing some of the ways men think, especially the ones ten or more years her senior, she chose a generic school girl uniform outfit, complete with the pleated, checkered skirt, plain white button up blouse, black shoes and frilly Barbie-socks. Before leaving she pulled her hair up into a couple of pigtails and checked herself in the mirror. She felt a wave of pride as she looked at herself, but paused just long enough to remove her bra thinking that she may consider herself an old pro at this game but she was actually new to the college scene and might need a little extra advantage.
She found Professor Smith in his office. When she walked in and he looked up she knew that her attire received the initial response she was after. She stood in the doorway and watched his eyes roam down then back up her body, pausing at her chest where her nipples were poking slightly at the blouse due to a chilly breeze that was blowing from the air conditioner. When his eyes made it back up to hers she felt a shiver run down her spine as the expression in his drilled deep into her. Suddenly she started to have second thoughts about her approach but knew it was too late. So, strumming up what courage she could she bounced into the room and took a seat inn front of his desk.
"Afternoon Donna," he greeted her finally, breaking the silence that she just noticed had been lingering. "How are you today?"
"Umm, well…" she started, trying to remember the line she had planned to use as her excuse.
"I see you didn't bring your paper with you," he interrupted her.
"Umm, no… See…" She felt his eyes burning into hers, effectively blocking her train of thought.
"Have you even started it?" He cut to the chase.
She watched him stand up and walk around his desk to the door which he swung shut. She heard the knob latch in place and felt her heart jump in her chest as she watched him turn toward her. He stepped back to the desk, this time on her side of it, and sat down on the corner of it.
Sitting in her chair she looked up at him, at his expression and his drilling eyes. She felt her breathing growing shallow as his presence filled the room and his aura over powered her thoughts.
"Ummm… Pro- Professor Smi- Smith…" She stammered, trying to find her courage again.
"Donna," he cut her off. "I've been watching you. I've seen you in class, licking your lips or a lollipop. I've even caught you flashing yourself at me when you've crossed your legs. I know your game, I've seen it before. You've probably been doing this for years, driving some of your high school teachers crazy with your antics, sending them home to their playboy magazines and bottle of baby oil.
"But you're not in high school anymore Donna. You're in college now. You're an adult. And those two things come with certain responsibilities. See, back in high school, if you teased a teacher there wasn't really anything he could do because, well, you were underage. Even an eighteen year old high school senior is classified as a kid when you're a teacher. But, here at college, we understand that you're an adult. We respect that… And we expect you to respect it as well."
In the silence that followed his words he slid off of the desk and stepped over to the chair she was sitting in. He stood over her looking down into her eyes and his hand reached out to touched her cheek. The feel of his gently caressing fingers sent shivers racing through her body. They brushed back and forth a few times before cupping her chin. He applied a little bit of pressure indicating that she should stand up. Slowly she rose to her feet, her eyes never leaving his. Once standing she still tilted her head back to gaze the shorter distance up at him.
"Now," he whispered. "You come prancing in here with your hot little body all decked out for show like this, after all the teasing you've done, and, as an adult, you have to expect that something might happen."
More than seeing it she sensed his other hand moving. She swallowed hard and blinked in an attempt to break the contact his eyes held hers in. She felt his hand close over her tit, rubbing at her body through the blouse. Electrical currents shot through her body at the contact, her nipple hardening further. Her mind raced with what was happening, she searched for some way to stop him but stopped herself from finding an answer.
"Umm… Pro- Profes..sor Smi- Smith," she stammered in a soft, weak voice. "Yo- You sho- shouldn't be…"
"Shouldn't be what Donna?" He smiled. "Shouldn't be making a pass at you? Shouldn't be rubbing your tit?"
"N- No…" she stammered again. "I me- mean, ye- yes. I me- mean… Wha- What are you gonna do?"
"Now Donna," he smiled wider. "Do you really think I'm going to stop at your tit?"
He leaned in at that moment and pressed his lips against hers. The hand that was cupping her chin slid around to grasp the back of her head and he held her in place so that she couldn't back away. His lips pushed against hers and she felt herself returning the kiss, felt her mouth opening as his tongue pushed its way inside. She felt his tongue swirl over hers and washed her own against his. She felt his hand massage her breast, felt it squeezing and kneading her tit through the material.
Her mind told her to do something, to stop him, but she ignored the instructions and instead kissed him deeply as she pushed her chest into his hand. They kissed for several minutes while that hand massaged and kneaded her blouse covered mound. She felt it rubbing her, felt her nipple growing more swollen and hungry under its attention.
When he broke the kiss and pulled his face back from hers she looked up at him through heavy lids, her completion flush. Her bottom lip hung open just a little and quivered as she stood there waiting for his next kiss. Instead she felt his hand drift from the back of her head to the front of her blouse where it joined the other in undoing the buttons.
"M- Mr. Smi- Smith… Pl- Please," she whispered her request.
"Now, now, Donna," he shook his head. "You be good, after all, you're the one that did all the teasing."
His eyes moved down from her face as his hands pulled her blouse open to expose her breasts. She followed his gaze and she saw her swollen and red nipples inside the open blouse. She watched his hands descend upon her its, saw them cover her flesh, his fingers encircling her the swollen nubs. He rolled them, squeezed and massaged her fleshy mounds. She felt the heat of his attentions scorching through her body, felt other parts of her body becoming aroused.
"Pl- Please Mr. Smith," she whispered as she watched him playing with her breasts. "Please."
"Shhhh, Donna," he replied. "Just be quiet and let me do this. You know you want it."
She raised her face slowly to his, her eyes searching for some sign of sympathy for her. She saw none. All she saw was his hungry eyes staring back at her. She felt his fingers twist her nipples, felt them pull on the hard little nubs. A shock wave of both pain and pleasure coursed through her body.
"Uuuugghh," she whimpered.
"You're a little slut, aren't you Donna?" He asked her, his tone growing malicious.
She looked up into his face from under her heavy lids, felt her bottom lip quiver more as his fingers pulled and twisted at her nipples harder. She looked again for some sympathy, some kind of empathy for her situation, and again found nothing like it. His smile had turned to a mischievous smirk and his eyes, filled with hunger and cruelty, were boring into hers. Unable to pull her eyes from his she stood there, her arms hanging at her sides while he mauled her breasts, and let a tear roll down her cheek.
"Are you a slut Donna?" He asked again.
Her failure to answer him the first time caused him to be more demanding this time. Gradually her eyes dropped, her vision filled again with the sight of his hands working her fleshy mounds as she felt the fire in her loins growing.
"I bet a hot little slut like you can really suck cock," he said after a moment of her still not answering.
The phrase sent bolts of concern and fear to Donna's brain. She immediately understood what he was saying, understood where he would go with it. Her eyes rolled to his crotch where she could see a bulge pressing at his slacks. She thought about that bulge, the cock that it hid, thought about what he had said and how she already knew what he was going to make her do. Involuntarily her tongue flickered out to moisten her lips.
"Yea, I bet you can really suck cock," he restated.
Although her tongue had only poked out a little he hadn't failed to see it. She knew this when she returned her gaze to his face and yet another tear leaked down her cheek. His hands left her tit and came up to rest on her shoulders, applying pressure.
"Get on you knees," he instructed her. "Get down there and suck my cock."
"Pl- Please Mr. Smith," her voice pled now.
"Get on your fuckin' knees, slut," he demanded, his hands pressing harder.
She felt her already weak legs give in under the pressure and dropped slowly to her assigned position. Once there her hands reached out of their own accord toward the belt and zipper between her and his cock. Donna struggled to understand what was happening, why she was doing this when she thought she didn't want to. From another place she watched her hands undoing the fastenings to his slacks, saw them tugging on the waistband, pulling his pants down. She tried to stop herself but her body was acting without her brain.
When his pants lowered, exposing his under wear and the outline of his cock she heard herself murmur softly, felt her tongue once again moisten her lips. Again, on their own, her hands reached back up, they covered that outline and stroked it gently through the shorts material.
"Take it out," he instructed her.
Donna raised her eyes from where they were staring at his outlined cock. He was standing over her, his hands on her head now, staring down with his malicious grin. She returned her eyes to his crotch and pulled down on his shorts. She watched his hard cock slip into view, saw it drop forward to bounce before her face.
Gingerly she reached up to it, her fingers wrapping around it and giving it a couple of gentle strokes. She saw the head of it being covered by his shiny precum juice. Again she looked up to him, her hand pulling at his fleshy member.
"Pl- Please," she pled again, more tears seeping out.
She could see in his eyes that he was not going to back off now, that he was going to make her do this. His hands pressed forward at her head. Her eyes locked onto his she leaned forward and pressed her lips against the tip of his cock, instantly tasting the precum. Very slowly she pressed harder, allowing the shape of his cock to part her lips gradually as she slipped part of it into her mouth.
"Ooohhhh yea," he sighed as the first inches slipped into her wet mouth. "Suck it slut."
Donna felt the head of the cock slip into her mouth, felt it sliding across the sensitive nerves of her lips. She swirled her tongue over it, tasting the mixture of fleshy sweat and precum fill her mouth. She watched his expression as his smile grew wider, pleasure mixing with the mischief.
Still looking up at him she worked more and more of his cock into her mouth, sliding her lips across the flesh tightly. She swirled her tongue and started the actual sucking process. Soon she had the top few inches of his cock sliding in and out of her suctioning mouth while her hand pumped the base of it. She felt his hands holding firmly to her head, saw his hips starting to pump in unison with her sliding mouth.
"Yea, suck it," he coached her. "Suck my cock slut. Feel it in your mouth, feel me fucking your slut mouth."
His hands were now holding onto her head firmly as he proceeded to push and pull it into a rhythmic pace with his own pumping hips. Gradually he forced more of his cock into her mouth until her lips were bouncing off of the fingers she had wrapped wound it. She felt his member sliding over her lips, she swirled her tongue over it and sucked harder with her mouth.
"Suck it baby," he moaned. "Suck it while I fuck your mouth with my cock. While I face fuck your slut mouth."
On her knees, her blouse hanging open, her tits bouncing and swaying with the way he was jerking her body, she could do nothing except continue to accept his flesh into her mouth again and again. Alternately she would look up at him then back forward at his pumping hips and abs as he pushed himself into her mouth. She realized that he was actually fucking her face, fucking her mouth. He was using her oral cavity like a wet pussy and she was clamping her lips around it like clenching cunt muscles.
"Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm," she whimpered around his assaulting cock, tears leaking from her.
She felt his cock twitch at her noise, felt it grow a little more rigid in her mouth.
"You're gonna swallow my cum slut," he informed her. "You ever swallow a man's load? Yea, I bet you have, you little tramp."
Donna's eyes flashed upwards as she desperately tried to get him to stop. She knew he was going to cum now and she also knew that there probably wasn't anything she could do to stop him., Her mind wrestled with the idea as she tried to determine whether she wanted him to or not. He was staring back down at her, his eyes filled with a powerful need that she recognized and understood.
"Mmmmmmm," she whimpered again.
"I bet you've swallowed a lot of loads. You're a little whore, you know that. Just a cheap little cock sucking whore. And now you're gonna swallow my load. I'm gonna cum in your slut mouth so you can swallow it like a good little whore."
His hips and hands were pumping her mouth over his cock at a rapid pace now as the head of it bounced off the back of her mouth, a small bit of it even slipping into her throat. She closed her eyes as she felt his cock swelling in her oral cavity, felt it growing stiffer with each pump forward. Instinctively she sucked harder on it, she swallowed the precum oozing from it and waited for the spray that was coming. Professor Smith was grunting now as he humped her face urgently. A moment later she sensed his entire body tensing, felt him freeze as he buried his cock deep into her mouth. She felt and tasted his first spray of semen as it washed the back of her throat and she swallowed quickly. She gulped and sucked on his cock as spray after spray of his load pumped into her mouth, his cock twitching and jerking as it unloaded his balls.
"Ooohhh yea," he sighed after the last of his juices were down her throat. "I knew you could suck cock."
Donna tried to slide him from her cavity but he held her head in place with his softening cock still in her wet mouth. Instinctively she continued to suck on it, pulling at the flesh and draining every last drip of his semen from it.
"Keep sucking it slut," he instructed her. "You've gotta get me hard again so I fuck you now."
Donna's mind screamed with his words. She felt torn between her fear and her desire. She had somehow convinced herself that after she swallowed his cum that he would be done with her and send her on her way. But now she knew different. Her mind reeled with the idea that he was still going to fuck her, which is what she'd expected in the first place, when he had first grabbed her tit. She really didn't know how to react to this fact now. Her mind was ready for her to get out of there but her body was feeling an ache that she knew could only be filled by a cock in her pussy.
While she trued to come to grips with the whole situation she continued to suckle on his cock. She felt it grow mostly limp in her mouth, but then it stabilized and even began to grow slightly harder again. Her hand was pumping at the base, squeezing and tugging the flesh, and her other hand had come up to gently hold his balls in its warm embrace.
"Yea, that's it slut," he told her. "Get me good and hard for that pussy of yours."
He was leaning back against his desk looking down at her while she worked to manipulate his member. While he watched her he continued to talk to her.
"Yea, I'm gonna fuck that sweet little pussy of yours. I'm gonna stick my cock deep into you. I'm gonna watch you squirm while I fuck you slut. While I fuck your hot cunt. I came in your mouth and now I'm gonna cum in your pussy."
During this his cock steadily grew stiffer in her mouth and she was soon sucking on a near complete erection.
"Get up here slut," he ordered, pulling her head off of his cock. "Get up here so I can fuck you."
"Please Mr. Smith," she verbalized now that her mouth was empty. "Please."
His pleasured expression instantly turned to one of malice as he reached down and grabbed one of her arms. He pulled her upright, spinning them both around and pushing her back against his desk. She felt herself being lifted, felt her ass being set on the edge of that desk. One of his hands laid on her tit and while rolling her swollen nipple between its fingers pushed her backwards.
She soon found herself laying on top of his desk, her ass teetering on the edge of it, her blouse hanging open as her breasts heaved from her ragged breathing under his mauling hand. She felt his other hand on her pelvis, felt his fingers gripping the edge of her panties, felt it tugging them down. He jerked at her under wear, yanking them down off her waist and along her legs.
"Pl- Please Mr. Smith," she cried now. "Please.
"Oohhh, yea, I'm gonna fuck you slut," he told her. "I'm gonna stick my cock into that wet little snatch of yours and you're gonna love it."
When he yanked her panties down over her shoes and off her feet he lifted them to his nose and breathed in deeply. The hand left her tit and arranged her legs so that they were spread open, her feet propped against the desk edge, knees bent. She jumped when she felt that hand delve under her skirt and between her spread legs, his fingers brushing against her sex.
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