sierra
“In today’s class, you’ll choose a partner that you’ll be working with for the rest of the year,” Professor Patton said, grabbing a piece of chalk and writing Breeding 101 on the board. “I’ll demonstrate how to breed your willing partner.”
I tightened and stared at him through wide eyes.
Breeding? Does that mean … am I …
He placed the chalk down and gazed at me, his dark eyes filled with hunger.
This is what he was hiding from me?
His gaze dropped to my tits, then even lower to my stomach. “And my lovely partner, Sierra, will show all the ladies how to take two balls’ worth of warm cum in her cunt today.”
Heart pounding inside my chest, I clenched. He had filled me with his load of cum countless times before today’s class, but never once had he given me this … look that he was giving me now.
Hunger to intentionally come inside me.
Desire to … to …
After I swallowed hard, I pressed my thighs together. I couldn’t even allow myself to think of what he wanted to do to me. I was sitting in his Breeding 101 class, knowing exactly his intentions, but unable to get them through my head.
And one day, it would actually happen.
“You’ll have the next two weeks of classes off, but you and your partner will be working together on a final project outside of school. You will use what you learned this semester,” Professor Patton announced, then turned his gaze on me again. “And if you get a woman pregnant or get pregnant by the end of the semester, you’ll receive an A-plus for the class.”
Warmth exploded through my core, and I curled my toes.
Pregnant. Professor Patton wants to make me pregnant.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Wetness gushed between my thighs, and I gripped my desk until my knuckles turned white. This class wasn’t on the syllabus. We hadn’t even learned anything about breeding within the textbook. Had he added this class … just for me?
I clenched again, my panties soaked through already.
No, he couldn’t have. I’m sure it is on the syllabus, and I just missed it. Right?
It wasn’t because I’d mentioned that I wanted him to breed me, was it?
“Sierra,” he beckoned, walking to a gray ottoman that stood between his desk and the first row of student desks, “come up here and remove your clothes. You’re going to show everyone how much of a willing partner you are.”
Scurrying up to the front of the class, I gulped and stared at the students. Stripping my clothes in front of all these men and women still hadn’t become easier at all for me, but I couldn’t help myself when it came to Professor Patton.
After pulling off my shirt and shimmying out of my skirt, I stood in a lacy pair of black lingerie. My nipples poked against the material, hard and aching to be tugged. And my panties … God, my panties were already soaked.
“Turn toward me,” Professor Patton ordered.
Twirling around, I stood in front of him and unclipped my bra. The straps slipped down my shoulders, and the bra fell off me. I pressed my thighs together and stared up at him, nipples hardening even more from the sudden chill in the air.
Professor Patton’s gaze traveled down my body to my tits, lingering. He reached out and seized my nipples between his large fingers, pulling me forward. A rush of heat exploded through my core, and I whimpered.
“Your panties too,” he said.
While he still held my tits, I pushed my underwear to the ground. After pinching my sensitive buds once more, he released them, crouched in front of me, and picked up my thong.
“You’re not going to need these for the rest of the semester.”
He nodded to the ottoman.
“On your stomach. Legs together.”
I lay on my stomach with my thighs pressed together and looked back at him
Once Professor Patton undid his buckle, he stripped his shirt and stepped out of his pants, his muscular, taut body on display. The overhead light created shadows on his shoulders and biceps, making him look even bigger and stronger. My pussy clenched at the sight of him.
Breed.
Professor Patton was going to breed me.
He had been inside me countless times before, but him being inside me during this session would be different. Professor Patton would be actively trying to get me pregnant.
When he crawled up onto the cushion with me, he straddled my legs from behind, his cock brushing against my ass cheeks. I clenched and shimmied my ass up a couple of inches so he’d be able to slip right into my wet pussy.
I needed him inside me so badly.
“Lift your ass up further,” he ordered, gently tugging up on my hips.
After I lifted my hips, Professor Patton placed a pillow next to me and slid it underneath my hips, so I didn’t strain my lower back. With my ass in the air, he inched closer to me and rubbed the head of his cock against my glistening pussy lips.
“You’re not on birth control, right?”
“I am,” I whispered. “I have an IUD.”
Jaw clenched and gaze hardening, he drew his tongue across his teeth and quietly growled. “After this class, we’re going to fix that,” he said. “You do want to earn an A-plus for the semester, don’t you?”
“Y-yes, I do!”
“Good girl.” He drew his nose up the back of my neck. “So willing to be bred.”
Desperate for him to thrust himself inside me already, I arched my back harder and lifted my ass further into the air, grinding my pussy against the head of his dick. I gripped on to the pillow, furrowed my brow, and closed my eyes.
“Please,” I whispered.
God, I needed it so badly. My pussy ached to be filled.
“I’m not going to stop until you take every last drop of my cum tonight,” he said, leaning down further and lowering his voice to continue speaking to me and only me. “And every night until the semester is over. We’re going to get you that A-plus, love.”
He pushed the head of his huge cock into me. Inch by inch, he sank further inside me, spreading my pussy lips apart and filling me with his long, thick shaft. I curled my toes and clutched his dick.
When the base of his dick met my pussy lips, he paused. His heavy balls grazed against my clit, his hands clutching my ass cheeks and pulling them apart. I clenched harder around him, aching for him.
“Fuck, Sierra,” he growled. “I can’t wait to fuck you pregnant.”
And then he drove himself into me over and over. I grabbed the side of the ottoman, curling my fingers into the cushion and moaning wildly. I could feel every inch slide in and slide out, my pussy desperate when it was empty. Every time he thrust into me, it somehow felt like he rammed deeper.
Pressure rose in my core. He hadn’t been inside me for more than a few minutes, but pleasure surged through my body. If he kept this pace up, I would … I would … God, I was going to come undone already.
After he rested one hand on the cushion beside me, he grabbed a fistful of my hair with his free hand and lifted it so I looked up at him. “After you come, you’re going to beg for me to get you pregnant. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Professor,” I whispered.
He flipped me around so I lay on my back and my legs rested on his shoulders. Pleasure soared through my body. After placing his hands on either side of my torso, he plunged himself back into me, getting even deeper this time.
I clenched around him and moaned, my pussy lips gripping on to his throbbing cock.
“I’ve never done anything with a student before you. You do something to me, love,” he growled. “Something so intense that I’m now pounding you into this fucking ottoman and vowing that I’ll put a baby in your stomach by the end of the semester.”
“Don’t stop,” I begged, a whimpering mess.
My mind was empty of every thought, except … breed.
Breed.
Breed.
I needed him to breed me.
He couldn’t stop. He couldn’t pull out. He needed to come inside me.
“I’m going to breed you every night,” he started, shoving his cock deep inside me. “Until the fucking morning, until your tits and belly are round, until you’re growing my fucking baby inside you, Sierra. You’re mine now.”
Pleasure exploded through me. My body jerked up, my pussy pulsing around his throbbing dick. I gripped his shoulders, desperately dragging my nails down his back.
“Please, come inside me!” I pleaded, pleasure rushing through me. “Get me pregnant!”
“Your pussy is gripping my dick so tight, like it’s going to tear it fucking off,” he hissed, pounding inside my sopping cunt. He gripped on to my shoulders and used my body to get deeper inside me, pulling me toward him with every thrust. “You want my cum that bad, don’t you?”
“I don’t want it,” I whimpered, sinking my nails into his back muscle. “I need it. Please!”
“Sierra,” he growled, almost as a warning that he was about to explode inside me.
And it only made me more desperate for his cum. I wanted every last drop of him inside me, like he had promised. I wanted him to shove it deeper and deeper and deeper until it reached my cervix, until he made me pregnant.
“Please come. Please come. Please come!” I breathed heavily. “I need it. God, I need it so badly. Make me pregnant, Professor Patton. I know you’ve wanted to since the moment I walked into your class. Please, make me—”
Professor Patton grunted deeply into my ear, “Fuuuuck.”
His groan was nothing like I had ever heard before, like a savage animal that had lost all control. He grabbed me by the shoulders and ruthlessly began pounding into me, his cock getting deeper with every stroke as he growled huskily into my ear.
He shoved his cum deeper inside me until his balls were empty. And when he finally pulled out, he stayed hovering over me, his chest heaving up and down and his dark eyes fixed on mine.
“After you come inside her,” he said breathily to the class while staring at me, “you’re going to fuck her again. And again. And again.” He continued, as if he were promising me that he’d be inside me again tonight, “And then again.”