sierra
Next class, Steven seized my waist in his strong hands, lifted me into the air, and set me on his desk so I faced the class. My skirt rode up my thighs, barely covering my soaked panties. He tapped my left knee, wanting me to spread them.
I sucked in a sharp breath, still so embarrassed in front of the class. They had all seen me naked, and some had even fucked me. But I still wasn’t confident in myself, still didn’t know if I looked weird or awkward, like Luke had told me.
“Spread your legs,” Professor Patton ordered.
“Wh-what are we doing today?” I whispered.
“Clit Stimulation,” he murmured. “Then, I get to eat your cunt until you’re crying for me.”
Heat exploded through my pussy. “Really?”
“Spread. Your. Legs. This is your reward, remember?”
From merely the tone in his voice, I inched my legs further apart and stared at the class, who had already gotten into partners, though nobody had followed Professor Patton’s lead yet. I swallowed hard and gazed at him.
Once he slipped between my legs, he slid his large hands up my thighs. Goose bumps rose on my skin, my pussy dripping in anticipation. He bunched my skirt up at my hips and gazed down at my sheer panties, then pulled them off me.
“All right, class,” Steven said, pulling out two toys from the desk drawer, both from the Plaything Co., “today, we’re learning about why it’s important to stimulate your partner’s clit and how to do it. Girls, up on your partner’s desk.”
Professor Patton handed me a Plaything Co. wand vibrator and took the three-by-eight dildo we had used during the last class. A wad of spit dribbled from his lips onto the head, and he used it as lube to make it wet and slippery.
I spread my legs further apart and leaned back onto my forearms, nipples hard.
After he moved it back and forth over my clit a few times, he dropped the head a couple of inches lower and pressed it against my entrance, teasing and taunting me with the dildo until my pussy was wet and desperate.
My fingers dug into the wooden desk, and I whimpered, “P-please …”
Inch by inch, Steven pushed the toy into my cunt. I stretched around the phallic object, my pussy adjusting to the large size, and moaned when the palm of his hand pressed the last inch into me, the toy nearly against my cervix.
But I desperately wished that it were him inside me.
“Hold this inside of you gently, Sierra,” Professor Patton said. “Don’t let it fall out.”
I lightly placed my hand on the button of the toy so it wouldn’t pop out of my pussy.
“Her pleasure is your own,” Professor Patton said to the class, grabbing the wand from the desk beside me. “Always stimulate her clit because it doesn’t just make her feel good, but … watch.”
Professor Patton handed me a wand vibrator and turned it on the third-highest setting, then placed it at the top of my cunt, right where my pussy lips parted. I tightened just a smidgen, but when he moved the vibrator lower to my swollen clit …
God!
My pussy clamped down on the dildo, clasping it as tightly as it could. Completely unintentionally. The dildo moved deeper inside me for the entire class to see. And then when he pulled the vibrator away, I relaxed around it.
“This is when you’re inside her,” Professor Patton announced, gesturing to the way my pussy gently clasped the dildo. He placed the vibrator against my clit again. “And this is when you stimulate her clit. Look at how tight that pussy gets.”
He pulled the vibrator away again, letting me relax.
Then pressed it to my clit.
Pulled it away.
Pressed it to my clit.
Over.
And over.
And over.
“Sir!” I cried out, lying flat on the desk now and clawing into it. “P-please!”
He chuckled. “I know you’re desperate for it, but I’m teaching a class, Miss Monroe.”
“Please,” I moaned, the pressure rising higher and higher in my core. “I can’t handle it anymore.” I reached for his wrist and pulled the vibrator back to my clit, pressing it hard against my swollen, sensitive bud and throwing my head back. “Oh my God!”
Steven moved the vibrator in small circles around my clit, a dark chuckle escaping his lips and his sinful gaze slithering up my body to the diamond necklace around my throat. I brushed my fingers against it and came hard and fast on his desk.
“She becomes a dirty mess when you toy with her clit,” he announced. “Look at her.”
My legs jerked into the air, and I pulled them to my chest, whimpering.
As I slowly came down from my orgasm, he placed the vibrator down on the desk beside me and pulled the dildo out of my pussy, replacing it with his fingers. He dropped down to his knees at the base of the desk and pulled my legs onto his shoulders.
And then he ate.
Pressure and pleasure surged through me, my clit more sensitive than it had ever been.
I grasped my necklace, feeling nothing but ecstasy.
“Professor Patton,” I whispered, chest heaving, “wh-what does my necklace mean?”
He stared up at me through his brows and spread my pussy lips apart with his fingers, his tongue flicking over my sensitive clit repeatedly. I arched my back and moaned softly, desperate to hear the words roll off his lips.
“Is it a collar?” I asked.
A low growl escaped his mouth, and he sucked my clit between his lips. Hard. Another wave of heat rushed through me, and I reached down to push on his shoulders. Not because I wanted him to leave me alone, but because the pressure was suddenly building.
I squirmed in his hold, afraid that I wouldn’t be able to come like this. He had made me come in so many positions, so many ways, but my mind was buzzing with what this necklace meant. He hadn’t answered me yet.
Would he even answer me at all?
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to—”
Before I could finish my sentence, pressure pooled in the base of my core. I curled my toes and stared down at his mouth sucking on my clit. His lips were latched on to my cunt, his hands holding my thighs apart.
He gazed up at me, as if daring me to continue my sentence. I had apologized so many times during the first night of class, when he had brought me into one of those glass rooms and forced me to touch myself for him.
At that time, I didn’t think I’d be able to do it myself, but he now dared me to say that he wouldn’t be able to make me squirm, scream, and come; that he didn’t have what it took with his mouth; that he wasn’t willing to eat my pussy for hours, days even, to satisfy me.
“Professor!” I cried out in pleasure, grasping the back of his head with both my hands and pressing my cunt against his mouth. Pleasure exploded through my core as my legs trembled uncontrollably.
“The necklace,” he mumbled against my clit, “means you’re mine.”