sierra
Cock Riding 101.
On Monday night, I stared at the words written on the board with white chalk and swallowed hard. Professor Patton stood up front near his desk, chatting with a couple of students. I pressed my thighs together, unable to forget about what had happened after the last class.
He had been close to touching me. So close. And I had almost let him.
What was wrong with me? He was my Sex Education professor, for fuck’s sake, twice my age, and an experienced member of Radiant. But he had ordered a driver to pick me up for class tonight, and he had followed me right into that glass room last Monday. That had to mean something, right?
I shook my head and walked to the empty desk up front and center. I was doing what I always did with men, looking for anything that could be taken as desire for me, looking for reasons why he’d want to take care of me.
When the girls who chatted with him sat down in their seats, Professor Patton finally turned toward the class, his gaze landing on me. Heat rushed through my body, and I whimpered softly to myself.
“I’ve split this specific class between enrolled females and males, so you girls would feel more comfortable for the first demonstration. Upcoming demonstrations will include both female and male students. Now, I asked you to bring a partner that you’re familiar with for tonight,” he said, strumming his fingers on the table. “Ah, Miss Monroe, I must’ve forgotten to mention it to you, seeing as you were late.”
Partner?
After gazing around the room and realizing that I didn’t recognize any of the males from last class—only the females—I glanced down at my desk and wondered what the hell I was going to do. Will he fail me for not bringing a partner? Punish me?
I drew my tongue across my dry lips, desperately trying to wet them, and thought about all the possibilities of what that punishment would look like. He’d seemed almost excited when I mentioned ropes and bondage the other night.
He cleared his throat, capturing my attention, then patted his knee. “Then, I’ll be your partner for the night. You can start off the class by demonstrating what you learned in the first few chapters of your textbook on me.”
Everyone in the class turned in my direction, their heated gazes focusing in on me.
I stared at him through wide eyes and shook my head, my cheeks flushing even hotter. “I … I can’t do that, Professor Patton. I …”
“It’s demonstration day,” he announced. “The majority of your grade is participation in these classes, and you don’t have a partner. Do you want to fail and have to retake my course, Miss Monroe?”
I gulped and rubbed my thighs together, the heat raging in my core. “No, sir.”
He patted his thigh again. “Then, come here and show me what you learned.”
“O-okay.”
Once I slid out of my seat, I nearly stumbled over my own two feet as I made it to his desk, my nipples hard and aching through the front of my shirt.
“What do you want me to do?” I whispered, shifting from foot to foot nervously.
“Ride my cock.”
After inhaling sharply, I ground my thighs together and shuffled over to him. Throwing one leg over his, I straddled his waist and set my hands on his shoulders, my panties right against his bulge.
Oh my God. I can’t believe I’m doing this.
“No, Miss Monroe,” he said. “Without your clothes.”
“Without my clothes,” I breathed, eyes wide.
His gaze was dark, sinister, and dripping with lust. “Take them off, Sierra,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. He glanced down at my nipples sticking out against the front of my shirt. “Every. Last. Piece. I want you naked.”
As everyone watched me like this was the most normal thing ever, I stepped off him and crossed my arms nervously. This hadn’t been in the syllabus. I mean, not that I remembered reading. But I had been so nervous in the first class.
He cleared his throat. “Why doesn’t everyone start their demonstration, hmm?”
The females in the class pulled off their panties, lifted their skirts, and climbed onto their significant others, positioning themselves above their cocks and slowly sliding down onto them.
Like it was normal!
What is happening?!
Moans drifted throughout the class. My pussy tightened at the sounds and sights of each woman riding cock, their partner’s hands all over their body. It wasn’t like anything I’d ever seen before, the girls getting off on watching their friends get fucked.
“Miss Monroe,” Professor Patton said, his gaze on nobody, except me. “Your turn.”
After cursing under my breath, I pulled down my panties and skirt, then slowly pulled my shirt over my body, standing naked in front of him. He moved his hungry gaze down my body, his dick hardening inside his pants.
I pressed my thighs together, feeling the wetness pooling between them, and swallowed hard.
He lifted his gaze back up to me and patted his thigh once more. “Why don’t you pull off my pants and straddle my waist?”
Once I took a deep breath, I dropped to my knees in front of him, wrapped my fingers around his waistband, and stared up at him. From over his pants, I could feel just how huge his cock really was. Luke’s cock was nothing compared to his.
Professor Patton would tear my tight pussy apart.
Finally gathering up enough courage, I pulled down his pants and let his long, thick cock spring out of them. I whimpered at the sight, my sopping pussy clenching at the thought of him being deep inside me.
“Now, show me how good of a student you’ve been, Sierra.” He sat back in the seat, slipped his hands underneath my armpits, and lifted me up to sit me on his lap. “Ride my cock until you milk out the cum from my balls.”
He poked at my entrance and placed his large hands on my bare waist, sending shivers down my spine. I placed my hands on his shoulders again and moved my hips back and forth over the head of his cock, getting it wet with my juices.
“Are you sure this is okay?” I whispered.
I had never gone this far with anyone before, but I wasn’t thinking clearly.
Maybe I was … imagining this all.
“Oh, Sierra,” he grunted. “I’ve been waiting for this day since the moment you walked into Radiant. It wouldn’t have mattered if you had brought your ex-boyfriend today or not. I still would’ve slid myself into you and come inside your tight hole.”
Instead of waiting for me, he slammed my hips down on his cock and filled me up. I curled my fingers into his shoulders and gasped, the pressure rising high in my core. My pussy tightened around his shaft, legs trembling with pleasure.
God, he felt good. Too good.
He slid his hands down to my ass and cupped it. “Now, ride me.”
I swallowed hard, already feeling the pressure building higher and higher in my core. Slowly, I bucked my hips back and forth on his cock, letting his dick slide out of my drooling pussy. I could feel every inch of him gliding against the ridges of my pussy.
“Faster,” he commanded.
Bucking my hips faster, I slowly let my nerves go and pressed my breasts against his chest, staring down into his dark eyes and gripping his hair with one of my hands. My pussy tightened around him, the heat rising.
“Good girl,” he murmured on my neck, staring up at me and moving my hips. “Keep tightening your pussy on my cock, just like you learned. Squeeze every last inch. Use your pussy to milk out my cum and make yourself feel good.”
Whimpering, I moved faster and tightened myself even harder around him. I was close, so close to releasing around him. But I wanted to come at the same time that he did. I’d read that it felt best for both partners if they came at the same time.
“Please,” I whispered. “I’m so close to coming. Please, come with me.”
“You want my cum dripping out of your pussy?” he grunted against me. “Hmm?”
“Yes, Professor Patton,” I screamed, throwing my head back. “Please, come inside my tight pussy!”
Hips bucking, I felt him grip my waist harder. I threw my head back and came all over his throbbing cock, knowing that my pussy was milking out every last drop of cum, knowing that my professor was giving me all of him.
Knowing that I had only known him for less than a week and he had taken my virginity.