sierra
A whimper escaped my mouth, my cheeks burning. Steven didn’t know how ready I was.
“Undress,” he announced to the class, then turned to me. “Even you, Miss Monroe.”
I swallowed hard and fiddled with the bottom of my shirt, then found the courage to pull it over my head as he watched me. When I unclasped my bra, his intense gaze didn’t leave mine once, which only made the heat in my core rise.
Once I stood completely naked in front of him, he finally let his eyes fall to my body. He drew his tongue across his teeth, his bulge now stretching the front of his suit pants. He unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zipper, preparing to demonstrate to the class how to face-fuck one of his students.
“If you need me to stop and you can’t verbally say your safeword, squeeze my thumb three times. Okay?” he asked, and when I nodded, he placed one large hand on his desk and tapped it. “Up on my desk to start.”
I slid up onto his desk and lay with my back against all his papers. He motioned to the side of the desk and commanded that I hang my head off of it and open my mouth. After shifting on the desk, I hung my head off the side and stared up at him.
“I’d like the women to follow Miss Monroe’s lead,” Professor Patton said. “Lie down on your desk, head hanging off the side of it, and open your mouth. We’re going to start off by seeing how far your partner can slide down your throat.”
Once everyone followed directions, Professor Patton slowly slid his dick inside me.
“You want to be able to see this bulge in her throat,” he said, tracing the outline of his dick sticking against the front of my throat. He pushed his hips even closer to me, forcing me to take all of him. “And get it as far down as you can. She might try to push you away or pull her head back from this position, but you have full control of when you pull out of her.”
Professor Patton grasped himself through my throat and began jerking himself off inside it. “Her throat will tighten around you and squeeze your cock almost as tightly as her pussy should.”
He sank his cock into me until my lips pressed against his groin, and even then he began thrusting further and further down my throat to fill me up. Spit rolled down my face, ruining my minimal makeup, and then down into my hair. Between his dick all the way in my throat and his balls against my nostrils, I couldn’t breathe.
When I pulled back for air, he didn’t let me. “I control when I take myself out of you,” he murmured. “We’re training your throat, so I can fuck it whenever I feel like it, Miss Monroe. When I decide to pull out of you, you take one deep breath. That’s it.”
Heat rushed to my core, and I whimpered, desperate to breathe.
He reached over my body and cupped my pussy. “Do you understand?”
I nodded.
“Good,” he said, then began rubbing my clit as he continued talking to the class. “Let her take a deep breath, then fill her mouth.”
He pulled out just long enough for me to take a huge gasp of air, and then he shoved himself back inside me. He pounded into me for another thirty seconds, then allowed me to take one deep breath, then gave me his dick again.
Another deep breath, his dick.
Over and over.
Once he finally pulled out of me, my spit covered my face, ruining all my makeup I had put on to impress him tonight. He continued rubbing my clit, sending me higher and higher and higher. Then, right before I was about to explode, he slapped it.
I cried out in pleasure, waves of ecstasy rushing through me.
“Kneel in front of me, Miss Monroe,” he ordered.
I scrambled off the desk, knelt in front of him, and stared up at him through the tears and strings of spit covering me. He moved one of his large, callous hands across my face, rubbing in the spit and drool, ruining me even more.
“If she doesn’t look like a desperate, needy slut by the time you finish,” Professor Patton said, “you didn’t throat-fuck her hard enough, so you’ll try again.” He stuck four fingers into my mouth, opening it up enough to shove his cock back inside me.
Without hesitation, Patton slammed himself into me over and over, so hard and so fast that I grasped his thighs and dug my nails into his muscle.
“Let go of my thighs,” he ordered. “Hands behind your back, like a good girl.”
Following his orders, I put my hands behind my back and continued to bob my head on his huge dick. He loomed over me, one hand holding my hair back in a ponytail and the other pinching my nose closed so I couldn’t breathe.
I deep-throated his dick, my mouth against his groin, and parted my lips, desperate for air. The more time that passed, the warmer my cheeks burned. I gagged and tried to pull away, but with his grip on my hair, he held me in place.
Tears built in my pleading eyes. “Please,” I said around him, the word muffled.
“No.”
“Please,” I gargled.
“No,” he said, voice harsher. “You can take it for longer.”
Heat exploded through my clenching pussy. My aching nipples hardened against his thighs. Desperate for something, I gently skimmed my tits against his legs, the slight pressure shooting through my body—enough to hold me over for another moment.
“Longer,” he demanded. “I’m not pulling away until you’re choking on me.”
When I couldn’t take it any longer and my cheeks were burning, I coughed up spit on him and stared up at him through teary eyes. More and more drool rolled down my chin, my reflexes making me gag on him until I pulled my head back.
Once he finally let me go, more spit fell from my mouth and onto the tiled floor. I held my hands behind my back and looked back up at him, holding my mouth open and wanting more for some whorish reason.
One guy raised his hand. “What should we do if she gags and pulls away like that?”
Professor Patton took my face in his hands, then thrust his dick fast down my throat, hitting the back of it hard. Eyes wide and cheeks flushed, I gagged, pulled my head back, and coughed when he finally pulled out of me.
“Gagging like this,” Professor Patton started, gently grasping my chin, forcing me to look up at him, and swiping his thumb across my bottom lip to wipe off some spit, “is no fault of her own. Just a natural reflex that you will have to train to get rid of.” He stared down at me now, his eyes almost soft. “Because your mouth and your throat were made for sucking dick.”
I nodded like the hungry fucking slut he had trained me to be these past few classes.
“But if she really can’t take it and she keeps pulling away from you, you can place her against a wall,” Professor Patton said, gently tugging on my shoulder to follow him to the wall.
I crawled over to it and placed my back against the wall, opened my mouth, and stared up at him.
He shoved his cock into my mouth again, ramming it deep down my throat. Reflexively, I tried to pull away again, but I had no space.
“She can try to pull back all she wants, but she’s not going anywhere. Isn’t that right, Miss Monroe?”
With his dick still in my mouth, I murmured, “Yes.”
With one hand wrapped in my hair and the other massaging his cock in my throat, he gently rolled his groin back and forth against my lips. I stared up at him, swallowing around him and hoping that he liked it.
I rubbed my pussy, so close to coming but I was desperately holding off so we’d come at the same time. He’d see my eyes roll back in my head, and that’d tip him over the edge. I knew it would. Hell, I was surprised that he’d lasted this long.
“When you’re about to come, you can pull out and come all over her face, or …” Professor Patton kneaded his fingers faster against my skin, rubbing the head of his cock through my throat.
I furrowed my brow and kept my eyes open like a good girl, the pressure in my core building higher. Desperate for it now, I pushed myself even closer to him and sealed my lips around the base of his cock, cutting off the little air I’d had left to breathe and tipping me over the edge. My body seized in his hold, but I didn’t pull back.
“Just what I was waiting for, Miss Monroe,” Professor Patton said, tilting his head back and grunting. He came deep down my throat, filling it up with every last drop of cum that he had for me. “Or you can come down her throat and keep yourself there until she’s forced to swallow it. My personal favorite.”
I stared up at him through watery eyes, waiting for him to tell me that I could swallow. But the longer I waited, the more salty cum there was, pooling in my throat and my mouth. Feeling myself about to gag at the sudden pressure, I clamped my lips harder around his shaft and promised myself that if I did gag, I wouldn’t let any cum out.
I would swallow every last drop.
“Don’t stop touching yourself, Sierra,” Professor Patton demanded, not moving his cock from inside me. He gripped my hair tighter to hold me in place. “You’re not allowed to swallow my cum until you make yourself come again for me.”
After whimpering on his dick, I pushed my hand between my legs again and continued to massage my sensitive clit. I furrowed my brow, staring up at him, unsure if I’d be able to make myself come once more. Everything was so, so sensitive.
He dropped one hand and fondled my breast, then captured my nipple between his fingers and pinched it. Pleasure shot through me, and I moaned, my legs beginning to shake. Once he released my hair, he did the same with my other breast.
“If you want to swallow, you have to come,” Professor Patton said. “Do you understand?”
With the pressure building higher and higher inside me, I nodded. He kneaded my breast with his large fingers, then took my nipple again and pulled this time. A louder moan escaped my throat, and I rubbed my clit faster.
So close. I was so fucking—
“Come for me, my desperate little whore.”
Pleasure exploded inside my core. My legs trembled uncontrollably. I swallowed his cum, threw my head back, and came hard. His hard cock fell out of my mouth and smacked against his thigh with a thump.
He captured my chin in his hand and swiped his thumb across my lower lip. “Great job today, Sierra.”