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Chloe's Private Lesson

By: spankprof32



The moment the Chloe walked into my freshman geography lecture, I knew I was going to have her. To be completely honest, I didn't use a euphemism like "have" in my own mind when I imagined what I wanted to do with her. 

Fuck her? Yes, of course, that went without saying. I was going to fuck her. But I also knew from that first moment on that I was actually going to do more than that: I was going to wreck her. I was going to turn her from a polite, wealthy, well-bred young woman into the trashiest sort of whore. I would transform her from a quiet, studious student into a submissive slut. 

To her parents, boyfriend and anyone else who had known her growing up, I would be destroying everything they loved about her. But in reality -- if I didn't miss my guess, which was, at first a simple wish -- I would be completing her. It may seem outlandish that I could make this prediction after glancing at the young woman for the first time, but I take it as proof of the power of sexual intuition.

Chloe didn't say much of anything that first day; she just took a seat in the front row and listened intently, taking notes intermittently as I explained the syllabus. Even then, I registered her large blue eyes, her inquisitive gaze and her shoulder-length blond hair. Her slim, petite figure with just the hint of bust peaking out from under the stylish blouse she wore made her seem the picture of innocence. Most likely, I realized, she was. According to my class list she was a freshman. Just 18.

It was when she stood and turned after the lesson was over and bent slightly to pack her bag before walking out of the classroom that I felt my heart skip a beat: Chloe had a marvelous ass, the type of butt you see on one in maybe 500 girls. Even in her skinny jeans I could make out its contours, its gentle curves, its full, fleshy cheeks that seemed to call out for my hand or belt. Its two voluptuous mounds rose from her thighs suddenly, like unexpected foothills on a prairie highway. I longed to explore that landscape, to leave my mark on it, to conquer it. 

Little did I know that I would soon have my chance to do precisely that -- and more.

Before I could put any of my nefarious plans into action, however, there was the matter of seduction. Even though I am a fit, handsome college professor in my early 30's, there's still quite a bit of reticence to overcome in a student as young and studious as Chloe was. She was probably the kind of girl who was determined not to let a boy (or in my case, a man) get in the way of her education. Luckily for me, that very dedication to her coursework proved to be Chloe's undoing.

She began to frequent my office hours, more and more often as the semester went on. The class was working on a long-term project using historical maps, and the digital archival photos -- especially when they were in a foreign language -- could prove difficult to decipher. Chloe, ambitious as always, had chosen a topic involving early modern European maps, and, diligent girl that she was, had begun to seek me out for help well before the project due date.

"You're so nice to meet with me every week Professor S.," she said one afternoon, sitting across from me in my office. 

The fact that she had turned my last initial into a kind of pet name told me everything I needed to know.

"It's my pleasure, really," I said, smiling. Then I caught myself. I couldn't appear too forward at first, "after all, it's my job!"

One afternoon she came later than normal. Her hair was tousled in an appealing way. It looked like she had either been working out, or perhaps engaging in some sort of other extra curricular activity with one of her male classmates. I felt a tinge of jealousy course through my body at the thought, but then collected myself. Under no circumstances could I allow myself to fall for an 18-year old undergraduate!

My wife was out of town for the weekend, and it was getting dark. I decided to seize the opportunity that presented itself.

"Chloe," I said, "you caught me at kind of a bad time. I was just about to head home."

A look of embarrassment crossed her youthful face, "oh, I'm so sorry, Professor S.! I can email you with my questions later!"

I paused for a moment, savoring her distress.

"That's ok, Chloe. I've got an idea. If you're not busy later, you could stop by my house and give me your questions over dinner. I'm going to be alone and I could really use the company."

I watched as looks of delight, then terror, then concern, then delight again crossed her face.

"Professor S., I couldn't. I would be imposing I'm sure."

"Actually, you'd be doing me a favor. My wife is gone for the weekend and I won't see anyone for days if you don't come over. I'm buried in work right now."

"Well," she blushed and looked away.

"Think it over," I said, writing on a piece of paper and handing it to her, "here's my address and home phone. I'm planning on eating around 7:00."

At 6:58, the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find Chloe in a striking green jacket, paired with equally striking black leather boots and tights. Her messenger bag was slung around her shoulder, and she had a sheepish grin on her face.

"Hi Professor S.," she said, "I hope you don't mind that I decided to come by after all!"

"Mind?" I said, "on the contrary. I'm very happy to see you. Please come in."

I took her coat and put it in the hall closet. I was delighted to see that she was wearing a different outfit than before. She now had a small black dress with a neckline that, though not exactly plunging, nevertheless gave me a good idea of what I could expect to find should I succeed in my plans to disrobe the young woman later in the evening. Her hair had clearly been styled, albeit subtly. Her makeup, though tastefully understated, had clearly been freshened up. 

In short, she was trying to impress me. I was indeed impressed. As unsophisticated as she was in other ways, Chloe had nevertheless been taught how to dress well.

I led her into the dining room, where I had just placed two table settings. Next to the empty plates was a bottle of red wine I had just uncorked, and two glasses.

"Can I offer you a drink?"

"Professor S.," she said, blushing, I'm not old enough. 

"Really? I never would have guessed. How old are you, Chloe?"

"I'll be 19 in January."

"Well," I said, smiling at her beautiful blushing teen face, "that's certainly old enough to drink wine with dinner don't you think? It's not like I'm offering you tequila or cocaine or something!"

She giggled.

"Here you are," I said, pouring her a healthy glass.

She took it and held it by the stem, waiting. So polite, so cultured! I was going to have fun seeing how far her manners extended.

"Cheers," I said, after pouring my own glass, "to a stimulating semester."

I smiled at her suggestively, registering her embarrassment at my innuendo.

"Intellectually stimulating, of course!" I added, "what did you think I meant?"

"Nothing, Professor S.!" She twirled her glass nervously.

"Why don't you sit down. I'll bring the food in a moment."

As the dinner progressed, Chloe's manner became more relaxed and her movements more casual. The wine had its intended effect of course, but I also did my best to help her feel at ease. She told me about her hometown, her family's real estate business where she had worked over the summers, her high school sports experience (she had run cross country) and her best friend, who she missed a lot. She mentioned her boyfriend once in passing, but seemed careful not to speak about him too often, almost as if she wanted to forget him for the time being. For my part, I was hoping she would.

After her second glass of wine was gone, she said "I've been talking about myself all night Professor S.! Why don't you tell me about yourself?"

"Of course. Anything you'd like to know."

She giggled. I raised my eyebrows expectantly.

"Does your wife know you have...people over for dinner when she's not around?"

"People? Do you mean students?"

She giggled again.

"I guess I mean female people."

"Aha."

"It's just that if I were her, I might get jealous if I knew you were hanging around with your...students."

"My wife understands that my job also entails extracurricular contact with students. It's one of the reasons I wanted to teach at a small liberal arts college and not at a major research institution."

She smiled and sipped her wine. Had she seen through me? Would it matter if she had?

"Chloe," I said, pouring the dregs of the bottle into our glasses, "did you bring your questions with you? Maybe we should take a look at them now."

"Yes of course," she said, and seemed a little disappointed that I had steered the conversation back to academics, "let me get them."

She stood, taking a moment to gain her balance, then walked into the living room to get her bag.

"Let's move into my office," I suggested.

A few minutes later, she was sitting in one of the office armchairs while I sat on a small love seat. She had her laptop on her lap, and proceeded to describe a problem to me.

"And so in question three," she began, "I'm not sure what you mean by this sentence here."

"Would you show it to me?"

"Sure," she said, sliding onto the narrow love seat beside me.

I could smell her hair and perfume, mingled with sweat and the wine on her breathe. Her breathing seemed to accelerate the closer she leaned in towards me.

"You know," I said, "I think this is much clearer on a larger version of the map. I've got one upstairs in the bedroom."

She almost gasped. It was no mystery what I was suggesting.

"You mean," she said, turning her large blue eyes up towards me, "you have an original up there?"

I smiled.

"Not an original but a very nice reproduction."

"Would you bring it down?"

"I'm sorry to say that it's rather large for that."

"Oh."

"Follow me," I said.

I removed my shoes before ascending the carpeted stairs, and Chloe followed suit, quickly slipping out of her boots and skipping up behind me, her feet covered only by her black tights.

I entered the bedroom first and turned on the dim lights that illuminated the map on the wall opposite the bed.

"Wow, Professor S., it's beautiful."

She stepped forward to get a better look, and I had a wonderful view of her ass, even if the light was dim.

"It really is, isn't it?"

I stepped up quietly behind her and put my arms around her. She sank back against me, pressing her soft supple body into mine for a moment, then taking ahold of my arms and spinning to face me.

"Professor S., we shouldn't do this."

"What? We haven't done anything."

She closed her eyes and pulled her head. I leaned down and kissed her on the lips, a long, slow, passionate kiss. My hands caressed her back and gently brushed her lovely backside. She let out a soft moan as our tongues touched, but then pushed back against me, breaking the kiss.

"This is wrong. You're married and I have a boyfriend."

"You can go if you want, Chloe. I won't stop you, and we'll pretend this never happened."

Her eyes turned downward and she almost seemed sad for a moment. She leaned closer in to me, laying her head across my chest.

"I just can't do this to Steve. Or to your wife."

"You worry about Steve. I'll worry about my wife," I said, stroking her hair.

I took a handful of her thick blond hair in my hand and pulled her head back gently but firmly.

"Chloe," I said, I'll make this easy for you. You can leave right now, or you can agree to do everything I tell you to. I won't make you do anything you don't want to, but following my orders will make things easier for you. What do you think?"

She nodded her head slowly, pulling gently against my grasp.

"Good girl," I said, kissing her once again, this time grabbing one of her buttocks in my palm, drawing her close to me. She moaned her approval.

"Chloe," I said, breaking the kiss, "go over to the bed. Take off your tights and lie down."

She looked at me questioningly.

"Or you can leave."

She backed away. For a moment, it seemed as if she really would leave. But then she moved towards the bed and turned away from me for a moment, peeling her tights down her pale, slender legs. Her dress still covered her body. I felt my cock begin to stiffen as I realized how close I was to my goal.

"Good girl," I said, "now lay on the bed."

She lay back on the bed, offering me a clear view of the pink and black panties that covered her mound. I only saw them for a split second because of the dim light, but they were unmistakably there. I resolved to have a better look.

"Very good, Chloe. You're a very obedient young woman. Your parents raised you well."

I saw her cheeks flush red as I approached the bed and fell onto my side next to her. Her breathing was quite rapid now, and she was trembling visibly.

"Don't worry, Chloe, you can relax. I'll take things from here."

Her hands shook uncontrollably, and she closed her eyes, unable to meet my gaze.

"I'm going to remove your panties now, Chloe. Is that ok with you?"

She nodded.

"I need a verbal sign of consent, Chloe."

"Yes," she whispered.

"Yes what?"

She winced.

"Yes you may take off my panties," she mumbled.

"Good girl."

I slowly reached up along her legs, feeling my way along her smooth, no doubt freshly-shaven skin, seeking the waistband of her panties. Her legs shivered in anticipation, kicking involuntarily several times.

"Relax."

Finally, I found them. I placed two fingers of each hand under the waistband and drew the undergarment gently toward me. Chloe instinctively lifted her backside from the bed to facilitate me pulling the panties over her ass and down her legs. The smell of her pussy filled my nostrils. There was no doubt that the young woman was in a frantic state of arousal. She let out a gasp as I pulled the panties over her ankles and tossed them aside.

"Ok, Chloe. Now your panties are off. How do you feel?"

"I --," she stammered, "this is so wrong. I'm not this kind of girl."

"Are you sure you're not, Chloe?"

"I've always done everything right."

She did not protest as I reached behind her to unzip her dress, kissing her neck tenderly as I moved back down to slip it off over her head. She was completely naked in front of me. Her pale, lithe body stood in marked contrast to my black bed sheets.

"Chloe," I said, kissing up along the length of her left leg, "has a man ever gone down on you before?"

"Only Steve," she moaned as I kissed her inner thigh, her fragrant mound only millimeters from my mouth.

"I meant a man, not a boy."

"No sir," she groaned.

"Would you like me to lick your pussy, Chloe?"

"Yes sir," she gasped as I kissed her labia.

"What would you like me to do?"

"Go down on me sir."

"Do you mean lick your pussy?"

"Yes sir."

"Tell me."

I could tell that the situation was difficult for her. She wanted me to lick her, but there were simply certain words a girl like her couldn't say in front of a man.

"Say it Chloe," I demanded, slipping a finger inside her, marveling at her incredible tightness which was even better than I could have hoped for in my wildest dreams. Given my substantial girth, fucking her was going to be a real challenge. But one which would be incredibly pleasurable -- at least for one of us.

"Please," she whispered, "lick me."

"Where?"

"Down there."

"Down here?" I licked her thigh.

"My pussy."

"What about it?"

"Please lick my pussy sir."

"Gladly."

I dove into her neatly-trimmed bush, her fine blond hairs tickling my upper lip as I lapped at her lips and clitoris. I felt her grasp the sheets beside me as her entire body tensed. She moaned in pleasure her hips bucking up to meet my face as I expertly teased her clitoral hood with my tongue.

"Don't stop Professor S.," she moaned, "oh please don't stop."

I brought her to the edge with my tongue and fingers, luxuriating in her aroma as it covered my face and tongue.

"Yes!" she cried, "I'm going to cum!"

I stopped abruptly.

"Not without my dick inside you you're not."

Her look was one of shock and utter desperation.

"Fuck!" she exclaimed, "what? Please..."

I took down my pants quickly, freeing the erection that had been straining against them for the past ten minutes or so. I stood, letting my pants and underwear drop to the floor, and Chloe caught a momentary glimpse of my erection. Her reaction was audible.

"Professor S.! It's," she stammered, "it's too big."

"We'll see about that," I said, returning to the bed and parting her legs.

"It's going to hurt!"

"Probably."

"It's, I've just never..."

"You're not a virgin, right?"

"No but...not really I guess."

"Not really? You mean you're not sure?" I laughed.

"I'm sure. I've done it before but Steve is so..."

"Small?"

"No, I always thought he was big, but this...," she paused as she reached down to touch my turgid member, but stopped shyly sort of actually gripping it.

"...is going inside you. Now," I finished for her.

She shook her head no and looked away, but gave no other sign of resistance.

I reached down and rubbed the head of my cock, already soaked in precum, against her moist slit. Despite her obvious arousal evidenced by the fact that she had been on the verge of orgasm only moments before, it was clear to me that it was going to be a very tight fit. 

At that moment, a primal urge to deflower the young woman (even though, technically speaking, her boyfriend had accomplished this already) took control of the rational part of my brain. I aligned my cock at the correct angle and pushed it into position, head between her beautiful lips.

I then grabbed her arms and held them above her head, pinning her to the bed with one hand, while I used the other to push her legs apart as far as they would go. 

Chloe's young body was truly exquisite to behold: her small pink nipples stood at attention while her smooth, ivory torso heaved with every breath. Her blond hair was splayed back on the bed and her head was tilted to the right, her eyes closed and her face flushed in anticipation of what was to come.

"Chloe," I whispered, "I'm going to fuck you now."

Before she had a chance to reply, I thrust forward, surprised at the amount of resistance I encountered. She truly was as tight as a virgin, and her wincing face told me that my intrusion was also less than comfortable for her, even as aroused as she was. 

I strained against her walls until suddenly, like water bursting through a levy, my cockhead had passed her lips and I was inside her to the hilt. I let out a deep groan as her tight, warm and wet walls enclosed me.

Her eyes opened in surprise at the sudden intrusion, and she whipped her head towards me, looking me directly in the eyes for the first time since we'd began our encounter. Her fair complexion was flushed and her mascara had begun to run, but I had never before seen her appear more beautiful than in that moment.

She had already exhibited some submissive tendencies, and I now resolved to test how far they went. First, however, I was going to fuck her.

I pulled out of her slowly, then thrust back into her, seeing each inch my cock traversed during its entry register itself in the exquisite mixture of pleasure and pain that played across her face. She closed her eyes once again and bit her bottom lip as my girth was fully inside her once more.

"You're so tight, Chloe," I groaned, "such a tight little pussy. It's all mine tonight. It belongs to me."

She moaned in response as I pulled out of her again, pushing into her more quickly and roughly this time, pinning her arms down firmly and parting her legs even further with my thighs.

"Did you hear me, Chloe?" I growled in her ear as I began to slam my entire length into her in a slow, steady rhythm, "this pussy belongs to me now."


Chloe's Private Lesson



Driven on by a pure animal lust, I lost myself in the primal act of fucking the young woman into submission. There was something so primitive about the way I held her there, completely immobilizing her with my muscular arms while I took my pleasure with her young cunt. 

It was an act as old as the human species, the simple fact of an older, more physically powerful man having his way with a young, fertile female. It felt so wonderful, so right for me to hold her down and push my oversize member into her pussy again and again with no regard for her pleasure or comfort.

The words I spoke to her during his act were equally primitive.

"You came here for this cock," I growled, "now you're going to fucking take it."

She moaned and wrapped her legs around me tighter. Clearly, she did not disagree with my lewd statement.

"You love this dick you little slut. You little whore," I groaned, "you're a cock-loving little cumslut and you're going to take whatever I give you tonight."

Her only reply was a soft moan.

"This is the biggest cock you've ever taken and you love it. Just admit it."

My cock was slamming into her even faster now, and the obscene sounds of our lovemaking filled the room. Her cries became bolder, more pronounced, less inhibited. My own vocalizations became more frequent, as did the filthy exhortations that spewed from my lips.

"You little cockwhore, you fucking love being used like this, don't you?" I groaned as my balls slapped into the young woman's beautiful ass, "you came here tonight to be fucked and manhandled. You love getting fucked by this married cock on the bed that I share with my wife."

Her only reply was a sharp upward thrust of her hips, as if she were trying to take me even deeper.

Suddenly, her body tensed, her legs closing around me tight as a tourniquet as I rammed my rod home. She was coming.

"Fuck!" she moaned, "don't stop please. Oh yes. Yes!"

And then she came. It was a wonderful thing to witness, even in the frenzied state I was in, the way that the years of civilization and schooling, church youth group and riding lessons proved themselves completely unable to repress Chloe's innate, insatiable lust for cock.

"Yes!" she screamed, her body racked with the first of several tremors.

"Such a good little fucking whore," I growled, "come on this big fucking married dick. You love it."

"Yes," she moaned, her legs flexing again after her toes had pointed in ecstasy.

"You dirty little slut," I groaned, "I'm going to claim this pussy. I'm going to fill you with my cum."

"NO!" she cried, her face a sudden mask of abject horror, "not...inside..."

But it was too late. The simple pleasure of blowing my load inside a tight 18-year-old cunt overrode whatever sense of caution I had brought with me into the evening. I was going to do what I wanted with Chloe, and if that meant knocking her up, so be it. I was ready to face the consequences of that one incredible moment in which I felt her velvet pussy walls squeeze my cock like no woman's before her. She was taking possession of me as much as I was of her, even if she (for obvious and understandable reasons) protested as I shot my load deep inside her, holding her down as my seed spurted against her cervix.

"Take it all, slut," I groaned as I emptied my balls into my young and willing student.

Her pussy clenched so tightly around my cock that I had to wait what seemed like several minutes before I was able to extract myself. I lay there on top of her, listening to her breathing gradually slow.

Finally, I pulled out and sat on the edge of the bed, my pendulous cock at half-mast between my legs. Chloe sat up next to me, putting her arms around me and nuzzling my neck.

"You shouldn't have come inside me, Professor S.," she whispered, "I'm not on the pill."

"I'll come wherever I want," I said, slipping out of her embrace and grabbing a handful of her thick blond hair. I pulled her gaze to meet mine.

"Chloe," I said, "get on your knees and clean me off."

"What?"

"Clean off my cock with your mouth, slut."

She winced and blushed bright red.

"I'm not a slut."

"You have a boyfriend, but you just fucked a married man in the bed he shares with his wife. I'd say that makes you a slut. Now get on your knees!"

She shook her head no, even as I held it in place by the hair. I decided it was time to enforce her compliance with my wishes.

In the blink of an eye, I pulled her across my lap, guiding her with the hand that still clutched her hair. She let out a shriek as I used my other hand to position her ass across my legs.

"Chloe," I said, raising my hand, "you agreed to obey me tonight. You had a choice to leave, but you elected to stay. You need to learn that there are consequences for you actions."

Before she could reply, I raised my hand and slapped her beautiful, apple-shaped ass five times, so hard that my hand stung. I didn't bother to warm her up, to get her used to the feeling of being spanked. I wanted to shock her into submission.

I brought my hand down repeatedly across her supple young ass, savoring her cries of protest. After the final sharp smack landed across her shapely posterior and its echo faded into the far reaches of the house, she gasped several times, trying to catch her breath. Then she began to cry quietly.

"Are you ready to be a good girl, Chloe?"

"I...am... a... good girl," she sobbed.

"Prove it. Get on your knees and clean off my cock."

I helped her roll off my lap and onto the floor. She knelt in front of me where I sat on the edge of the bed, dropping her head into my lap and taking my cock into her mouth.

"Good girl," I groaned, "lick it off."

She moaned obediently as her tongue flicked across my no-longer-flaccid member. 

"My balls too."

She hesitated for a moment, her eyes still downcast.

"Get those balls in your mouth," I ordered.

She hesitated for a moment. I reached down and slapped her ass again. Hard.

SMACK!

She yelped, and began to sob again. All I could see was a mass of thick blond hair that obscured her face.

"Chloe," I said, gathering her hair in my hand and holding it back, forming it into a kind of handle and pulling her head so her eyes met mine, "put my balls in your mouth. Now."

She looked up at me, her eyes stained with tears and smeared mascara, then opened her mouth obediently, enclosing one of my testicles in her full, soft lips.

I groaned in pleasure as the young woman's tongue traversed the skin of my scrotum, her lips gently sucking, kissing my balls, first one, then the other.

"Fuck," I groaned, "you're such a good little cockwhore. Clean me off and get me hard again, slut."

She lapped at my scrotum, eager to please me. 

"Good girl," I gasped, feeling my erection return to full strength, "you're doing a great job."

"Mmm," she moaned, taking the other testicle into her mouth.

"Tell me you're a good little whore," I growled, pulling her head back.

"I'm a good little whore," she whispered, her eyes downcast.

"Yes you certainly are," I said, reaching down between her legs and probing her wetness. 

"Chloe," I said, "would you like to get fucked again?"

"Mmm," she moaned, her mouth full of my cock once more. She was so petite that she could only fit the first third or so into her mouth, now that I was fully erect.

"Beg me for it," I ordered, pulling my cock out and holding it in one hand, "beg for this cock in your pussy."

"Please," she mumbled, looking up at me with tear-stained eyes full of lust.

I slapped her in the face with my erect cock, testing the limits of her submission.

"Please what, whore?"

"Please fuck me," she begged, a thrilled look filling her eyes.

"You little slut, you really love being dominated like this, don't you?"

"Yes sir," she replied, smiling up at me for a moment.

"Turn around and get on your hands and knees," I ordered.

She complied, her beautiful ass extending up towards me invitingly as she rested her forearms on the carpet of the bedroom floor. I reached down and moved her legs further apart, to better accommodate my sizable erection.

"Are you ready, Chloe?"

"Yes sir," she answered, her head resting submissively on the floor.

I pushed into her pussy for the second time that night, once again encountering quite a bit of resistance despite the stretching I had given it just shortly before.

"Fuck you're tight," I groaned, "does your boyfriend ever take you like this?"

"Yes," she moaned, clearly trying to adjust to my size again, "but I can barely feel him when he does."

"Well you're going to feel this you little slut," I growled, grabbing her by the hair as I pushed myself inside her to the hilt.

"Chloe," I said, once I was inside her completely, "you're going to be my little fuckslut from now on, is that clear?"

"Yes sir," she groaned.

"Good."

Holding her hair in one hand like a bridle, I rode Chloe's ass, thrusting myself harder and harder into her tight willing cunt. With each push of my cock, her entire body rubbed across the carpet; I suspected that she would have quite the rug burn when we were finished.

This didn't phase Chloe. On the contrary, the harder I fucked her the louder she moaned.

"I can tell you love being my little bitch, Chloe," I moaned, watching my cock disappear between her reddened asscheeks, "tell me you love this cock inside you."

"I love your cock inside me sir," she groaned, "I love getting fucked like this."

"Like what, Chloe?" I panted, "what kind of girl gets fucked like this?"

"A slut, sir."

"Does that make you a slut, Chloe?"

"Yes, Professor S.," she squealed, "make it hurt please. Hurt me with that big fucking dick."

"You asked for it, you little slut!"

I tightened my grasp on her hair as I pounded her even harder from behind, her asscheeks bouncing lewdly with each stroke.

"Fucking take this cock," I groaned, almost unable to control the animalistic urge that Chloe provoked in me, "you young little whore, you've been craving a big man dick for a long time, haven't you?"

"Ohh yeeessss!" she screamed, on the verge of orgasm, "make it huuurt!"

I slammed her down hard into the rug, holding her head to the floor as I pistoned into her pussy from behind, using my other hand to spank her ass hard with each powerful stroke of my cock.

"Come for me, little girl" I ordered.

"FUUUUCK!" she moaned, bucking underneath me in the throes of orgasm.

"That's it," I groaned, "come on your professor's big fucking dick."

"I... did...," she gasped, unable to catch her breath.

"Good girl," I said, pausing for a moment to collect myself. 

We were both drenched in sweat, and there was sure to be a mark on the carpet. Good thing my wife wouldn't be home anytime soon. I pulled out of her pussy and stood up, towering over the petite coed.

"Get up and turn around, Chloe."

She pivoted gingerly to face me, her legs still trembling from the force of the orgasm. 

"Stay on your knees," I commanded.

She knelt in front of me, her face and chest covered by a post-coital flush.

"Put your hands behind your back and keep them there."

She obeyed immediately, then looked up at me expectantly.

"Open your mouth."

She did.

I put the head of my cock on her tongue, smiling at how gigantic it appeared in comparison to the petite woman's mouth. Then I put one hand on the back of her head and guided my shaft into her mouth as deep as it would go. I held it there for a few moments until I felt her start to gag, then I pulled out to let her catch her breath.

"Good girl," I groaned, "it's time you learned what sluts like you are made for."

I then proceeded to fuck her face with my shaft. The sounds of gurgling filled the room as I used her throat mercilessly. Her eyes were watering and her face was red, but Chloe was clearly determined to please me by submitting entirely. Every time I let her come up for air, I also slapped my erect cock against her cheek, reminding her of her place.

"Good little slut," I moaned, on the verge of losing control, "you're going to make me come."

She moaned in excitement, clearly happy to please me.

"Beg for it," I ordered, pulling my cock out of her mouth.

"Give me your cum, Professor S.," she groaned, "please give it to your good little girl."

"Yeesss," I moaned, her words pushing me over the edge, "you little fucking slut."

I pointed my cockhead towards her eager open mouth as I began to spray her lips, cheeks and tongue with one of the largest loads of my life. 

She waited obediently until I had finished coating her, then smiled up at me, her arms still held dutifully behind her back.

"Eat it all, Chloe," I said, using my fingers to push the cum into her open mouth. She eagerly licked the semen off my hands, looking up at me in devotion as she consumed the entire load.

"Now clean me off," I ordered, pushing my cock back into her mouth. She sucked the last few drops of cum from my cock, moaning as she did so.

"Was I a good girl?" she said, when I finally pulled my member from her lips.

"You were excellent, Chloe," I sighed, tousling her hair, "now why don't we go get cleaned up?"

We took a long, hot shower together, after which I rubbed lotion on her sore backside. About an hour later, we were back where we started, sitting at my dining room table and chatting over two more glasses of wine. 

I looked at my watch. It was getting late.

"I'm going to have to take you home now, Chloe."

A look of concern crossed her face.

"The thing is," she said, "Steve knows I'm here, and said he would pick me up. I guess I should call him now."

"Be my guest."

"I just know he's going to want sex," she continued, "but I'm so sore there's no way I'm letting him near down there."

"Just jerk him off instead."

"I guess so."

"No, I'm telling you to. Don't forget who that pussy belongs to."

She blushed, gazing into her wine glass.

"Yes sir," she whispered.

I could tell it was going to be a great school year.

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