4 comments/ 51391 views/ 18 favorites Yes, Professor By: SerenVale With the noise of the station around me I didn't hear him come up from behind, until I could feel his breath on the back of my neck and his voice in my ear, "Hello, Little One. Are you ready?" I shivered as I felt his warm breath of the back of my neck and the feeling of his strong hand snaking around my waist to pull me closer to him. Such a simple phrase, but it held so much promise. He didn't need to tell me for what, I knew already. It wasn't ready to go; it was, was I ready for him? And I was. I had been ready for days, and I was finally going to have him all to myself. I just nodded as he took my hand and turned me around placing the softest kiss on my lips and pulling back to see the smile on my face as he gave me that look he always did after kissing me. Something like of awe almost, as he touched the side of my face and told me how beautiful I am. I don't think I will ever get used to hearing it from him, or the feeling it gives me whenever I hear him say it. I blush and feel my cheeks turn a bright pink as I cast my eyes to the floor trying to hide my embarrassment. He just laughs softly and tilts his head as he leads me toward his truck and as always opens the door for me as I he helps me climb in. While he shuts my door I lean over and pop his for him, and smile to myself wondering how I got to lucky to have found him when I did. Sweet, kind and caring were all words I could use to describe him, but there were other words that came to mind that meant far more to me. Driven, intellectual, disciplined and dominant were far more appropriate to use when describing my Professor and just as sexy as I found him to be. As he climbed in next to me I turned to smile at him; at a loss for words I bit my lower lip in anticipation of the coming evening I was getting to spend with him. Not a few priceless moments; but completely his, for an entire night. I couldn't put into words for him, or even myself, how excited and flustered I was really was. All I knew is that I couldn't wait to turn myself over to him. I watched him intently as he put on his seat belt and turned to face me for a moment before turning his body to face me and grabbing my face and pulling me in for a brain rattling kiss. His hand slid into my hair and gripped it gently holding my head in place as he explored my mouth as only he could making me weak in the knees and unable to think, as always. Whimpering I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him as close to me as the space allowed, and kicking the overnight bag at my feet to get a little closer to him. When he felt my nails dig into the back of his neck he chuckled and pulled away. "Soon enough little girl, patience." I reluctantly sat back and pouted, making him laugh at me again as he started the vehicle. I listened to him talk, as I always did with a smile on my face, and eager to hear whatever he had to say, often laughing because he made it so easy to do with him. It didn't take long before he was pulling into his parking space and walking around the car to open my door again and help me out. Such a gentleman, his mother would be proud. I still didn't know how to deal with that part of him, and how he treated me so well. Just wasn't something I was accustomed to, but I was learning because he made the lessons so easy to learn. However I knew that tonight; my lessons were going to be far harder and far more demanding. Surprising myself, I was quiet as he took my hand again and led me towards his building. He seemed not to notice, or didn't let on that he did, and just continued to talk about his family and work as we made it inside. With my bag and purse slung over my shoulder I held firm to his hand like a life line as we stepped into the elevator. When the doors closed behind us, he pushed me into the corner and attacked my mouth with a mind rendering kiss causing me to drop my things and fall into him as if I was seeking my next breath from him. Gone was the control and in its place was the primal beast I knew he hid within, shackled by his restraint and sheer power of will when he was with me normally. Kissing my neck he growled softly, running his hand over my face and down my chest, grabbing and pinching my hard nipple through my clothes making me cry out in pleasure-pain. "Mine. All mine." He repeated over and over in my ear as he continued with his assault of my senses until I was nearly wrapped around him and clawing at his clothes to get them off of him. When the car stopped he had to pry my hands from around his neck and gently place me back down on two feet before kissing my forehead sweetly and leading the way. Remembering to grab my things from the floor, my chest heaved and my heart raced, making it hard to think clearly but I knew I didn't need to. He was in charge now. He would take the lead, and I would follow, as I meant to follow him. Each step closer seemed to heighten every sense I had. I could hear the sound of blood rushing in my ears and the constant and ever growing thump in my chest as I watched him unlock his door and shoot me a quick smile before waving his hand for me to enter first. I stepped inside and stayed close to the door waiting for him to step inside and join me. Once the door was shut he grabbed me swiftly, pressing me tight to the door pinning me in place with his strong hand on my throat with lightest of pressure and staring deeply into my half closed eyes. "Do you know how long I have wanted you here? Here and mine Little One?" His eyes searched my face as he spoke and I made the futile attempt to shake my head in response. My hands spayed flat against the cold metal of the front door he took my things from my arm and placed them on the floor gently off to the side. "You won't need anything in there for a long time, my little pet." A million butterflies danced in my stomach to hear him call me that and know that it was exactly what I wanted to hear. With his hand still wrapped around my neck he reached down and started to hike up my skirt I was wearing; making me shift in my tall boots as I felt the soft fabric slide up over my knees and get bunched up until he could slide his hand up my thigh and settle at the apex of my thighs, letting out a deep primitive growl when he felt the soft lace of my panties baring his access from the place he wanted to claim. I gave a sly smile knowing that I had considered skipping the panties all together but knew what the response to me wearing them would get. "What did I tell you?" He growled, his eyes growing darker by the second as he studied my response. "You would tear them off, Sir." I said breathlessly, as his strong fingers stroked the crease of sex. I knew he must be able to feel the way my body reacted to him, as it always did. Whimpering I felt his hand fist the delicate lace of the tiny panties and with a swift and deep growl he pulled with a great yank, until the fabric gave way and I watched as they fell to the ground at our feet. Pink lace draped over the toe of my boot and I felt warm fluid run down the inside of my thigh as I cried out from the sheer power of the act. "Come here, little girl." He took my hand again and led me over to his recliner and stood me in front of it and stopped me. "Spread your feet apart and bend over, placing your hands on the arms." His voice was low and deep. I gave him a small glance and saw the fire in his eyes that I had become addicted to and did as I was told. Spreading my feet shoulder width apart I planted them firmly and bent over laying my hands flat on either arm of the chair and raised my ass in the air for him. I hung my head down and waited to see what he planned for me in this position. I didn't have to wait long before he stood behind me and started to raise the hem of my skirt again, this time exposing my ass to the room and folding my skirt up over my hips to keep it there. "So beautiful and pale. We need to fix that don't we?" He whispered. With a flat hand he traced the curve of my hip and ass, caressed the soft skin and dipping his hand between my legs, teasing the wet lips of my sex. "Mm, so ready for me already." I could hear the soft wet sounds of his fingers dipping inside me making me squirm with want. I tried to press back into his hand to feel more of him, but he laughed and stepped back pulling his hand away and ending my torment. A plaintive sigh escaped my lips as the loss of his touch, but I knew it wouldn't be for long. Soon I would feel much more of him, and for far longer. He was prolonging my agony now, but I knew it wouldn't be forever. I would just have to be patient a little while longer. "Soon, very soon my pet. You will have my fingers and so much more filling that sweet little cunt of yours. For now though, I have a lesson to give. My little girl has been a very bad girl as of late, hasn't she? I think it is time she learned a lesson in discipline." Coming to stand next to me I felt a thrill of excitement flow through me knowing what was coming and how badly I wanted it. "First, your assignment was late this week. When I give you homework you will do it in the time that I have given you, do you understand, little girl?" His tone had changed, and the stern voice of my Professor came forth. I nodded, still with my head hanging between my shoulders, just waiting for the lesson to follow. Swiftly I felt his hand back in my hair and with a quick and powerful jerk of my hair he tugged my head back to look at him. "What was that? I didn't hear you. Do you understand me?" His mouth was inches from my ear as the deep rumble laced his voice frying what little brain cells I had left to even attempt to form a sentence. "Yes, Sir." I panted. "Yes, Sir. I understand." "Good girl." He let go of my hair and my head fell back down and I let out a long deep breath. My legs were strained by the position I was in but I didn't dare move to adjust them, I just stood like the good girl I was to be and waited for my Professor to begin his first lesson. Walking back behind me I felt his hand run down my back and stop at the small of my back, just gently placing his hand flat as the other ran small soft circles over the round curve of my ass giving me goose bumps in the process. "I am going to give you a spanking my pet. Each time I smack you I want you to thank me. Understand?" "Yes, Sir." I said without missing a beat. When his hand left me I closed my eyes and took a deep breath waiting for the first strike. Crack! The first was hard but not too hard, enough to leave a sting in its wake, but not enough to cause more than a small grunt in response. "Thank you, Professor." I winced. He followed the smack with a gentle caress to soothe the pain, and I heard a pleased little sound come from him just before he raised his hand again. Crack! "Thank you, Professor!" This time a little yelp rang from mouth at the snap of his hand on my tender flesh, followed by another sweet brush of his hand over the raised hand print he left. "Such a good girl." He crooned. "Are you ready for something a little harder, little one?" his hand stroked the small of my back as my breathing calmed a little. "Yes, Sir. I can take a little harder." I knew that he was being gentle, though his heavy hand didn't feel gentle the second time, and I knew the next would be even harder. I braced myself, taking in a long slow breath when I felt his hand lift again and the grip of his hand on my back tightened a little steadying me as he help my skirt up over my hips. Crack! I yelped loudly and was brought forward a little making me lose my footing for only a second as I recovered from the sting of the third smack to my bare ass. This time his hand struck a little lower, catching the sensitive flesh of my pussy with the tips of his fingers. "Thank you, Sir" I said slowly while swallowing hard through the words. My eyes stung with unshed tears as the next three cracks came down in quick succession bringing me up on my toes with the last one. I could feel the hard sting of the feel of his lasting hand prints on the soft globes of my ass cheeks, and smiled softly to myself thinking how nice it would be to have the reminder each time I sat down for the next little while. Professor ran small circles on the small of my back hushing me as my breathing continued to be shallow and quick. "You're being such a good girl today, my pet. Let's take off those boots so that you don't fall over on me, ok?" I nodded my response, and he didn't correct me. I think he knew that I was in my own little sub space for the moment, relishing the care he was giving me along with my punishment. Taking a place behind me he kneeled down and I felt him unzip one boot after the other slipping my feet out of them leaving me in my stocking feet, still bent over hanging on to the chair. Once I was flat on the floor the strain in my legs eased a bit making it easier to come back to reality and back to him. When he stood back up he grabbed both my hips with his hands and pressed his growing erection into the curve of my ass, teasing me with what he knew I wanted. It was his turn now to let out a little moan as I felt him press into my ass, feeling the heat of my reddened bum through his pants. "Are you ready to finish your lesson, little one?" "Yes, Sir. I am ready." Returning his hand to the small of my back he walked back to where he had been before, still caressing every inch of me, every now and then sliding a finger inside of my dripping pussy that ached for him to fill with his hard cock that I now knew he had. When he traced the outer lips of me and felt how wet I was he let out a low groan and muttered something I didn't catch, but I didn't think was for me to hear anyway. The sound of the primal sound that he made when he touched me and found me wanting him did crazy things to me and my body. Knowing that he wanted this as much as I did made me feel like I was the queen in his court. "I am going to give you five more, pet. You don't have to thank me, I just want you to lean down and breathe through them and just feel. Understand? And when I am done you are going to suck my cock, would you like that?" My hear leaped at the thought of sliding his hard cock into my mouth and hearing him moan for me as I pleasured him, and thanked him for my lesson. I mewled and frantically nodded my head, almost forgetting to use my words. "Yes, Sir." I snapped out quickly as I felt his hand leave my back. "Yes please." "Good girl." He whispered petting my head and stroking my hair back from my face. Tears ran down my cheeks still, as he swept one aside with the pad of his thumb. I gave him a weak smile as I tilted my head to look at him and saw the fire blazing behind his eyes, for me. Just for me. "Head down, and take a deep breath and I will begin." I did as I was told and let my head fall between my outstretched arms and waited for the rest of my lesson. When I felt his hand raise once more I dug my toes into the floor and braced myself for the on slot that I knew was coming. With a heavy hand I felt the first of the next five paddles on my behind, and I cried out with a yelp. My legs shook and my breathing quickened with each connection of his hand to my already screaming flesh as he moved from one side to the next, with the final blow coming down on my aching cunt, causing me to cry out loudly with some real pain. I was glad it was over because I was close to safe wording out of my punishment, and I so wanted to show him I could handle it. When he finished he dropped to knees behind me and kissed and licked every finger mark and pink hand print he had left on my skin. Crooning away how beautiful it looked and what a good girl I had been for him. Nothing made me happier then to hear him call me that, and mean it. When he was finished and I was able to stop the tears from falling he helped me stand up. Just the brush of the fabric of my skirt falling over the sore flesh of my ass caused me to wince and a smile to cross his beautiful face. Wiping my tears away and my running make up off my cheeks; he leaned over and kissed me softly. He pulled me in closer deepening our kiss and wrapping his hands around my waist and pulling me into his body, pressing his hard cock into my belly reminding me what my next task was to be. Pulling back from him a smiled sweetly and he took my hand and helped me down to my knees before him. I couldn't have been happier. I had dreamed of being here, just like this for this man for countless days and nights. Kneeling before him and serving him as his good little girl. His little pet. Looking up at him through my lashes he smiled down at me and reached for his belt and button to his jeans. I nodded when he hesitated for only a second, waiting to for me to object. I wasn't going to. As much as I wanted and, needed my punishment; I needed this. Needed to have him in my mouth showing him how grateful I was to be his. As he took his throbbing cock out of his pants my mouth began to water at the anticipation of tasting him on my tongue. "Hands behind your back, mouth only baby." I nodded and placed my hands behind my back and gripped my elbows with both hands. He took his cock in hand and I opened my mouth to take him in, sticking my tongue out first; flat for him to slide his cock along as he entered my mouth. A long deep sigh escaped his lips the moment I felt him on my tongue. I smiled sweetly up as him and closed my mouth around the length of him and giving a slow linger suck causing a shutter to run up and down his body. Eagerly I took him deeper as his hands left his cock and let me take over with my mouth. His hands fisted my hair on either side of my head and he began to thrust forward a little with each decent of his cock into my mouth. I moaned gently around him, squirming where I knelt knowing that it turned me on desperately to have him in my mouth finally. The salty taste of him coated my tongue quickly, telling me my punishment had been as good for him as it was for me. With measured stroked in and out of my mouth he got more and more eager and soon was fucking my mouth with abandon. Growling and praising me his voice and breathing was shallow. I loved knowing I did this to him, made him feel this way. Loved hearing the beast he carried fight to be set free. I knew it wouldn't be long before he came for me, for the first time. Stepping up my effort to bring him to completion, I sucked harder and rolled my tongue around the tip of his swollen head until he pulled back abruptly, taking him from my mouth. With a loud pop I released him from my mouth with a pout. A small whimper fell from my lips looking up at him, disappointed he was going to deny both of us from him Cumming in my mouth. "Ah, little one. Come with me." With an out stretched, he brought me to my feet once more and gave me a devious smile before turning and leading me toward his bedroom. My heart skipped a beat, knowing that in just a few short minutes I would finally be wrapped in the arms of the man I have given so much to. The nights and days dreaming of just this over whelmed my memory making the room seem smaller and so much more intimate that it already was. Stopping me at the foot of his bed he turned back to me and gave me that smile again. That smile he gave when he kissed me. The look of a man enamoured with the woman before him. I lived and died for that look. Making me feel whole again when I saw it, making it easy to believe that he wanted me; only me. Reaching out to touch my face again with his hand, I leaned my face into his gentle touch and closed my eyes to revel in the feel of it. The small smile that grew on my face was unstoppable. When I opened them again a single tear fell from the corner of my eye. Yes, Professor Professor Channer heavily sighed at the paper in front of him. He was to have a very full year, all his classes were of beginners in the subjects and he had tons of lectures to prepare. His only rejoice was the thought of his new TA, Paige Johnson. She had been in all his classes since her first year of college, a very hard-working, passionate student. She could help a great deal with grading. He smiled fondly at the thought of the plump, curly-haired girl with glasses he would have in his office every day. She was easy to talk to, and very attentive, it would make the evenings less dull. The bell rang for the first class to enter, and a crowd of youngsters flew in for their first meeting with philosophy. In the middle of them, a young woman approached his desk hurriedly and with no hesitation placed her bag on it. "I'm really sorry professor, my car broke down this morning, I had to take the train, which is nowhere near my house, or the campus..." she trailed off at his lost expression. "Is everything okay professor?" she asked genuinely confused. "Excuse me, Miss...?" he inquired. "Johnson, Paige Johnson. I was told you'd be expecting me... I received your e-mail." Professor Channer shook his head slightly. This was Paige? She must have lost... 30 pounds? Lost the glasses, done the hair, sure changed her wardrobe... he was sure, he had never seen her wearing such a low cut blouse, or so tight jeans... but then... she had a lot to put on show now. "Miss Johnson! Of course! I'm really sorry I... didn't..." he was at a loss of words, embarrassed. But she took him out of his pain. She grinned. "You didn't recognize me. It's ok, no one did today." She was aware of her new stunning looks. "Anyway, sorry I arrived at the last moment, as I was saying, my car broke down." "No problem, Miss Johnson, we can just start class now, I believe you got my notes too." "I did, and please, Paige, you always called me so." He blinked, realizing her new look brought him to realize he was talking to a young woman and not a child anymore. "Paige." He smiled. "Okay class..." he begun the first lecture of the term. The morning unraveled quickly. Paige did a great job taking on the second class that morning, and he only needed to add a few detail at the end of her presentation. She had a gift for this. They left for lunch chatting. "You did a marvelous job Paige, I can't believe it's your first experience as a TA." She smiled, accepting the compliment. "I've helped a few classmates with homework, but that's about as far as I got teaching. It was enough to know it's what I want to do." "Couldn't be more proud of my student." The professor smiled. "Thank you, professor." She gave him a cheeky smile. "I'm glad I can work for you this year, always thought you were a... worthy teacher." Her malicious stare tore unbidden at his guts. Professor Channer ignored his cock coming back to life unbidden and invited her to sit with him, wondering what had happened to the shy girl in his class. "Please, Paige, you're flattering an old man." "Old?" she giggled as she sat on her chair in front of him. "Professor you can't be a day over thirty." She blatantly stared. "I'm afraid I am. Thirty-five to be exact." She gasped lightly and chuckled nonetheless. "You sure look younger professor." Her stare didn't falter for a second. Clearing his throat, professor Channer nodded, taking in the compliment. She was forward, no doubt. Starting on her food, she lowered her gaze letting him breathe for a while. He passed a hand through his short coppery hair. "So everything good at home?" he asked remembering her being a bit shaken about her parent's divorce last year. She shrugged. "My parents are officially divorced. Not that it affects me, it was silly of me to be so involved with it." "Don't judge yourself too harshly, it is natural to care for your parents' marriage." He smiled. "Still, I have my own place now, my mom and little sister live together, and my dad has moved out of state." "I'm sorry Paige." His tone sincere. She shrugged the whole thing off with a smile. "I appreciate it. But what about you professor? How come you're not wearing your wedding ring anymore?" Oh she noticed, maybe that was what made her so forward all of a sudden. "My wife and I split too, we had married too early." "Sorry to hear that, professor." She cast her eyes down. He had a feeling she wasn't surprised by the news, and wasn't sorry at all. The lunch went on with a lot of giggling on her part and a bit of embarrassment on his. His imagination was now running freely on everything he would gladly do to this student of his, but his professional ethic dragged him back on his track, forcing him to reconsider every word he would say. Even the afternoon lectures went on without a glitch. Paige seemed to carry the weight of late hours lectures way better than him. Her young age paid off, he thought, internally smiling at her comment on his age. Was she really hitting on him? Or was he fooling himself, eager as he was to have her? The last bell rang, he dismissed the class and turned to Paige sitting at his desk and taking notes. Her look filed away all his doubts. She was mindlessly biting her lip, and a look of fake guilt sprung on her face as he caught her ogling. He was aware of his own looks, which had been the reason of many adventures in his youth, but he never imagined younger students falling for him. He passed a hand through his hair and sighed. He had no idea what to do with her, and tried to delay the decision to a moment when his lower head didn't have the control. "Everything good Paige?" he asked sitting down beside her. "Sure professor, great lecture, as always." She smirked. "I always learn something from you." An actual shiver ran down his spine as she said that. "Yes... well... thank you. Do you mind staying for a while and go through the syllabus?" he already knew she would stay, and deep down he knew the moral thing to do was discourage her in any way in her flirting, sending her home now for once. He just couldn't send her away though. "Of course not!" she beamed. "Anything you need, professor." She grinned again. She really was a good TA, as soon as she got the hang of it, she started splitting the syllabuses in lectures on her own, seriously taking away loads of work. It was night nonetheless when they finished. Surely, he worked slower than usual, distracted. Her fingers kept brushing his, little heated glances following every touch, her crossing and uncrossing legs under the table grazed on his more than once, and finally, the top button of her blouse seemed to have come undone. "I don't know what to say Paige, you've been a great help. I really owe you this night's sleep, we are only finished because of your hard work." He spoke lowly, trying to hide the husk in his voice. The little minx knew how to get a man's attention. "You're too kind professor. I'm only doing my job." He shook his head. "No contract could make you stay this late. I'll drive you home, no way I'll let you take the train at this hour." She gasped. "There's no need to..." she said politely, but it was evident she really looked forward to it. "Chivalry would truly be dead if I didn't, come on, grab your things." She quickly gathered her supplies and hurried up to his side. "Thank you so much professor, I dreaded taking the train this late." He frowned. "Not a good place for a young woman alone, am I right?" "You are, professor, I've only recently been aware of that. You know, no one would look before..." she said coyly, searching his face for a reaction. He blushed and stumbled on his words, unsure of how she would react if he acknowledged her previous looks "I really... can't say..." She giggled. "No need to be nervous about it, professor. I know how I looked, and how I look now." Her tone clearly changed in the last part, low and deliberately flirty. "I'm not sure it's my place to comment Paige." "No one's is going to know, but I'd like your honest opinion." She inquired. "Paige I..." "You like my new blouse?" She asked slyly. He swallowed hard, trying not to look at her while they walked to his car. "It's lovely." He tried to calm down, swallowing. "Hum... wasn't aiming for lovely..." she mumbled. "What were you aiming for?" he found himself asking. "Hum... sexy, teasing maybe." She grinned. "Did I succeed?" she asked while walking around the car and sitting in the passenger seat. In the car, in a closed space, the mood seemed to heat up considerably. "Did I professor?" "Definitely." He admitted through gritted teeth, daring to look at that damned teasing blouse, and finding her eyes right there to meet his. He couldn't help but grin a little, before going back to normal and pushing it all down. "Thanks." She smirked. "It means a lot from you." She made herself comfortable in the seat, her legs stretching out. He swallowed while following her curves on her thin figure. He was caught staring by her probing eyes. "Like the new me professor?" "I'm sorry I..." She chuckled. "No worries. If I hadn't wanted you to look I wouldn't have dressed like this." She smirked. And he lost it. He groaned out loud and let his head fall back on the headrest. "Paige, you are killing me." Her behavior was making it difficult for him to file away the inappropriate thoughts he had about his TA. His erection was sure visible under his pants by now. A giggle came from his right. "Well professor, that was the point." "You teased me all day" he closed his eyes. "But it'd be completely immoral for me to..." "To do what professor?" she whispered huskily. "What do you want to do?" "This is not appropriate..." he straightened his head. "Tell me where you live." When she didn't answer he turned to her, only to find her mischievously biting her lip, and shaking her head. "Paige, I need your address to take you home." "I don't want you to take me home." "Jesus..." he groaned. "Where should I take you then?" "Your house could be good." She grinned shamelessly. "Paige I can't..." he never finished. His mouth dropped when she boldly undid the second button of her blouse, the first already being open, her breasts, young and firm, were now easy to see, held by a lacy white bra he could make out little of. "Yes, professor?" she scooted closer. "You can, I'm an adult, you are an adult, I find you hot, I've dreaming this since day one in freshman year." This jolted his eyes back to her face. "Have you?" it was his turn to grin. This student wasn't so innocent like she appeared. "But I'm older." "Only turns me on more." She admitted blatantly. "You're my teacher... could teach me lots of things..." she bit her lip, again. He sighed heavily. "I'm so going to regret this..." he mumbled, but started the car and made for his house. She laughed, whole heartedly, and he found it such a nice sound he couldn't help but grin. As he pulled in in his driveway, professor Channer couldn't help but take a long look at the young, grinning woman beside him. "You sure about this Paige?" "Never been so sure in my life." "Let me open your door then." He briskly walked to her side. "So gallant, professor." "William, please." He said offering her his hand to climb off the car. She grinned wickedly. "I like that you are my teacher, William, I like calling you professor." He smirked. "And I was fooled by your innocent looks all these years... but I'm not your teacher anymore." "Then no one can blame you..." she licked her lower lip. He felt his cock harden when he saw that. "I'm past caring for that" he closed the distance between them with a single step, her face lifting to meet his. But he left her lips hanging, and swept his arms under her instead. "You've teased me way too much, my turn." He almost growled. She carelessly wrapped her arms around his neck, and he could feel her heart hammer. Was she nervous? He carried her through the whole house hurriedly, straight to the bedroom. Halfway through he caught her lips with his. "Tour later." He groaned. She grinned in the kiss. He let her on her feet once in the bedroom, and closed the door behind them. The light was dim in the room. "Now Paige..." he caught her hip with a hand and her head with the other. "Were you having fun teasing me?" "Yes..." she moaned, feeling his erection pressed on her pelvis. "I always wanted you to see me like a woman and not a child..." He grinned and lowered his eyes, from where he was he could see all the way down her chest. "I see a beautiful woman." His hand deftly undid the remaining buttons of her blouse, then brushed it away from her shoulders, leaving her bra-clothed breasts exposed. He grabbed hold of both of them and felt their firmness, enjoying her little squeal. One hand pressed her close on her back, then rode up her spine, unclipped the bra in the way and fisted in the back of her hair, pulling her head behind. He kissed her, his tongue invading her mouth. God did she taste good! Her hands flew over his neck and pulled at his hair, moaning into the kiss. Her hand shakily moved to his chest to undo his shirt, while he held her close and bit on her neck tenderly. "I have a feeling you are nervous, Paige." he murmured in the crook of her neck. She blushed. "You were like my high school crush professor... only in college. This feels unreal" He grinned, squeezing her backside and grinding on her hips. "Feels real to me." She smiled, but her breathing picked up. "You were the one I always fantasized about, you know... while masturbating." He couldn't believe she just said that. The thought of her laying on the bed, legs spread, a hand fondling herself, moaning his name was just too much. "Oh for fuck's sake..." he groaned and crushed her lips with his. His hands pressed her behind against him, making her moan when his erection pressed on the apex of her thighs. "Please..." she whispered. "Touch me..." He grinned and gladly undid her jeans, his hands sliding over her hips while slipping them off. Astonished, he found a see through thong matching the bra underneath, and she was shaved. He picked her up and laid her on the bed, she was panting, her eyes fixed on his. "You are beautiful, you know that right?" A sheer grin found its way on her lips. "Thank you." She did know, she made sure of it. He didn't break eye contact, and dragged his nails down her thighs, then up again, up to those teasing panties... "You made me crazy today...." He smirked, pulling the almost transparent cloth down her smooth legs, feeling wetness on it. He groaned. "I wanted to fuck you right on my desk... hearing you moan my name in the empty classroom. "I could see it... in your eyes, while we worked. I tried to tempt you, to make you touch me, but you were so controlled. I wanted this for so long. I waited..." She murmured, then looked shocked over to him, who was inhaling on her panties. "God, you're wet." "It's your fault... I was wet all day thinking of this." he dragged a finger on her smooth, slick folds. She groaned. Teasing her clit with gentle touches, he tentatively probed her tongue around her slit, making her moan. "Oh god... please..." "So eager...Miss Johnson." He grinned before working her nub with the flat of his tongue, his fingers getting easier access every second at her soaked entrance. "If only you knew William..." she whispered so lowly he wasn't sure she said it for real. "Oh professor! Yes..." She groaned as his fingers finally slipped in, her tight walls engulfing them. "Soon miss Johnson, soon... you're so tight." He was amazed at this beautiful girl unraveling before his eyes. "Yeah it's... been a while." She said softly, ragged moans coming out of her parted lips. As he nibbled on her clit, she came shuttering on his hand, grinding on it, riding her orgasm. He took the chance to remove his hand and discard his own clothes. Left in his boxers, he climbed on the bed beside her. She rolled over on him and taking hold of the waistband. "I want to taste you..." she whispered, meeting his eyes with a sly look on her face. Her slender fingers dragged his boxers down and slowly exposed his erect cock. She gawked shamelessly. "You alright?" he chuckled. "I just hope it's gonna fit." She blushed at the comment that escaped her mouth. He smiled and actually chuckled. She grinned at him and wrapped her hand around him, making him groan at the contact with her warm fingers. He grinned, laid back and enjoyed her hand rubbing him, letting out groans of excitement. He actually growled when her warm mouth wrapped around his head. "Whoa... Paige..." he panted as he bobbed her head and worked her tongue over him. She pushed as far as she could, gagging on him, making him twitch, close to the point of no return, groaning herself when his hand pressed her head down. "Paige... Oh God... stop." He lifted her by her arms, laying her on her back. She grinned and relaxed her arms above her head "I'm on the pill by the way." He grinned, glad he got to feel her around him with no barriers. "Straight A student as always." He hovered over her slim body and kissed her lips. "Ready Miss Johnson?" "Have been for years, professor..." she breathed. Steadily, he pushed in her, giving her time to adjust to his size. But he soon encountered a barrier, and realized what her worries had meant, her tightness. "Paige... why didn't you tell me?" "Tell you..." "That you're a virgin." He stilled, only an inch inside her, and lowered his face to her. "Why didn't you tell me?" She closed her eyes and sighed. "I... feared it would be a problem... you're so experienced, you've been married and everything, and until this last summer no one would look at me..." she was frantically letting it all out, and he could see a tear slide down her cheek from her closed eyelid. He interrupted her rant with a passionate kiss, one hand holding her face as his thumb dried to tear away. "Paige. I don't mind. I actually feared the little innocent student had disappeared." She sadly smiled. "I fear she's always here somehow, even under the stylish clothes and fit body... I had never gotten this far with anyone." She looked away. William brushed his lips softly on her collarbone. "I am honored Paige, to be your first. That is if you are still sure about this." "I am! Please William... Professor." She bored her eyes into his, and he groaned. "Fuck." He buried his face in the crook of her neck. "I'm sorry this is going to hurt baby." He pushed forward and felt the barrier giving way, just as it did, she let out a sharp cry, and he swiftly silenced it with a kiss. He kept moving forward, slowly, ever so slowly and so torturing for him. Her tightness threatened to make him explode every second. "You alright?" he breathed in her ear. "I think so..." she groaned, half in pain, half welcoming the new sensation. "Move Professor, please." His cock twitched inside her, and he retreated a little, only to thrust back in, grunting. "I can't say no to anything if you ask me that way." She moaned, her back arching off the bed, hips meeting his. "Professor..." He practically growled, and finally drove into her at full force, making her gasp. His eyes shot her a worried gaze, but she only answered with a deep moan and rolled her eyes back. She let out moans at each thrust, mixing with own groans and growls. She moaned a inch from his lips "I feel so... full." He smirked ad bit her lower lip while retreating a few inches, then pushing back in at full force. "Oh God... she groaned." Yes, Professor But William slid out of her making both wince. "Turn around baby, on your stomach." She complied, and shot him a glance over her shoulder. He laid back on top of her, his elbows holding him up. "Spread your legs." He was soon between her thighs again, his tip teasing her entrance as she moaned, burying her face in the sheets. "Oh please..." "Please what?" "Please... fuck me, Professor." She added coyly, knowing his reaction would be what she wanted. He groaned. "Such dirty language with your Professor, Miss Johnson, maybe you do deserve a lesson." He smirked and rammed in her all at once. She screamed in the mattress, something that resembled his name. he was buried in her to the hilt, and started fucking her furiously, taking his revenge for all that teasing, her ass pressing on his stomach. "Oh God... Professor I..." she broke off, ragged breaths exiting her mouth. He growled, biting the flesh behind her neck. "Cum for me baby, I'm so ready." "Professor... William!" she screamed as her wall clenched tightly on his cock, and he let out a final grunt, spilling himself inside her, his arms holding her figure underneath him. When they recovered their breaths, William rolled off her and laid on his back next to her. "You said you live alone now Paige?" "I have a roommate" she turned to him. "But I don't live with my parents anymore. Why?" "Would your roommate mind if you spent the night?" he pulled her closer, her face nuzzling in his chest. He felt her grin. "I don't think so, I'll just text her to tell her I'm not coming home." She placed a kiss on his chest. "Thank you, Professor. It's kind of you to let me stay." He chuckled. "No, it's very selfish of me." He propped himself up on an elbow. "I like having you in my bed. Would you object staying here more often?" The smile that lit up her face told him everything he needed to know. She did say she had had a crush on him for years... He planted a kiss on her lips. "Great, it's settled, consider this your house." He grinned at her astonished face. "Sleep baby, you'll need it." Yes, Professor Ch. 02 I can feel my naughty professor lying behind me still when I stir from our nap. I stretch and give a little wiggling up next to the raging hard on he has again, that is pressing firmly into my ass. I smile at the tenderness of my flesh from the earlier punishment. I don't dare open my eyes yet in case he is awake too. I want to enjoy the feeling of him still wrapped around me for a few more minutes before the spell is broken. I hear a rumbling in his chest as I press against him again trying hard to suppress a giggle. His big strong arms tighten around me and I hear a familiar rumble echo through his body, as he pulls me in close. "Aren't you a naughty little girl?" I can't help but giggle aloud this time. I pretend to stretch again and press back, firmly placing his cock between my ass cheeks and moaning at the feel of it. God, he's hard and ready to go again; as if we hadn't just worn ourselves out a short while ago. I knew without checking I was just as ready, and just as eager as I was before. "What?" I said in a coy tone, "I'm not doing anything?" I wrapped my arm over my head to touch his face and he grabbed it with a firm grip. "Did I say you could touch?" His voice was firm, deep and seductive. It sent chills up my spine when he took control and challenged me. "No, Sir." The words sounded weak and almost small when I spoke. He liked it when I gave myself over as much as I enjoyed doing it. A devious grin crept across my face as I wiggled and squirmed, teasing him as he held me. "Didn't you get enough before my, little whore?" He leaned over and breathed in my ear. His tone was dark and chilling as his grip tightened on my wrist and pulled it down to my side. Pinning my arm down he arched his hips to return the tease. I moaned a sigh out at the feeling of his big cock pressed up against me, ready to take me again. "You're my, dirty little whore, aren't you?" His words hissed through clenched teeth and his fingers dug into my flesh, with just enough pressure that it bit with pain. "Yes, Sir." I groaned, sliding my free hand between my legs to take the edge of the need that was growing between them again. Evidence of our play time before was still slick between my thighs; his seed coating my inner legs making me exhale deeply at the feel of it. He followed the line of my arm and covered my hand as I pressed the hard bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs. He could feel for himself how slick and eager I was again, and it stirred something deep inside him. With a roughness I wasn't used to he flipped me over on my stomach and grabbed both my arms pinning them above my head with one hand. I yipped at the force, but I didn't object. Shivers ran across my flesh leaving tiny goose bumps in their wake. I obeyed and didn't resist, much. With a futile effort I pulled and twist my hands in his firm grasp. Little whimpers and murmurs fell from my lips in fake protest of his domination of me. His free hand slid down the curve of my back while he pressed his teeth into the tender meat of my shoulder making me cry out in pleasure. "Shh, I know you like it my little whore. You think you're going to tease me and not give me what I want?" One finger caressed the line between my cheeks, finding my tightest of holes and pressing gently with the lightest of pressure. "You're going to give me what I want aren't you? Spread your legs, little girl." It wasn't a request, it was an order and one I was sure I shouldn't ignore. I got a hard smack on my right bum cheek. "Now." I gave out a yelp at the feel of his heavy hand coming down again so hard on my still tender ass from his firm spanking before. "Yes, Sir." I replied, and spread my legs enough to give him better access to all my pink parts. The sound of his breathing deepening in my ear, and the feel of his fingers slowly and gently probing me, had me mewling and raising my ass to meet each thrust he made into me. Slowly his finger played and entered my tight ass, driving me wild with need. His other hand was still firmly holding my hands above my head, while he nipped and bit down on my shoulder and neck. "You like that don't you my dirty girl? You want something bigger in that ass, don't you, little whore?" "Mmmmhmmmm." I whined, rising up to meet his next thrust. "Not, yet. You're still too tight. Why don't you suck my cock and bring that ass up here for me to play with while you do it?" He drove a finger deep inside me; ringing my answer from me with a cry. He let go and shifted on to his back, taking his throbbing cock in hand; stroking it a couple times as I watched intently moving myself in to place. My heart thumped and my mouth watered at the sight of him handling himself. There was nothing sexier to me at that moment. The look in his hungry eyes as he watched me, crawling up on my knees and turning around so my bum faced him and my face was right next to my prize. Hard and thick, his hand ran up and down the length teasing me with what he knew I wanted. I bit my lower lip and let out a sigh as I held back, knowing he hadn't given me permission yet. "Such a lovely ass you have." He commented as his free hand caressed the curve of my hips. "I bet you can't wait to feel my cock inside it, can you, my little whore?" "No, Sir." I wiggled in response. "Good girl, now suck my cock." I smiled up at him and leaned over, taking his cock from him with my mouth and greedily took it all the way in wrapping my warm mouth around the shaft. Moaning and cooing, I sucked the length of him in and rolled my tongue around the head, tasting me on him from before still. The salty tangy of both of us on his skin drove me wild as he played with and teased my greedy little cunt and ass. Soon, wet slippery sounds could be head in the room as he fingered me and worked three fingers inside me again. One hand slid up and down matching the movements of my mouth on his cock, as he pressed his thumb deep inside the tightest of my holes. "Oh, god!" I cried out from around his cock. It felt so good; it was hard to concentrate of my task. His hand took the back of my head with a fist full of my hair, forcing my head back down to the root of his cock. "Suck it, I said!" He snarled at me in hunger. "Suck my cock like my good little whore." His words thrilled me as they rolled off his tongue. I was a dirty little whore, but I was HIS dirty little whore. I would do anything for my demanding Professor and he knew it, pushing me as far as I would go for him. Licking and sucking; I devoured his cock whole. Twisting my hand with the movement of my mouth, his cock slick with saliva sliding effortlessly up and down I did as I was told and sucked my Masters throbbing cock, feeling it swell in my mouth. "Good girl." He crooned. "Suck my cock. Get it ready to fuck this sweet ass of yours." He punctuated his words with two fingers being slipped inside me. I could feel me stretch around his fingers with a little pain, but a good pain. I grunted and groaned at the feel of his large fingers pushed deeper making me feel full and needy to have more of him in me. "Please!" I wailed, "Please, Sir; fuck me!" I was pushing back taking in more of his eager fingers, his growl building once more in his chest letting me know he wanted it too. Deep rumbles echoed in his room as his fingers became rougher and quicker, stretching me to where I needed to be to take his wide crest. His hand fisted my hair again and wrenched my head back, straining my neck. My breathing was laboured, short and panting at the feel of his demanding touch. I let go of his cock and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. "Get to the edge of the bed, you little slut. I'm gonna fuck your tight ass, just like you want." I groaned as he pulled my hair with him as he stood, coming up to the edge of the mattress. He grabbed my hips roughly, placing me where he wanted me, in just the right spot. My knees on the edge of the bed, my ass up in the air. "Head down, and arms above your head, and don't move unless I tell you to. Understand?" His tone was matter of fact, but hoarse with need. I did as I was told and lay my shoulders flat on the bed and stretching my arms out above me. I had no leverage in this position, except to move forward, and I knew I didn't want that. I wanted to be right where I was. His fingers found my cunt wet and dripping down my thighs again and he let out a raspy sound, "Fuck baby, your cunt is so wet. God, you're such a dirty whore." Without a word he slammed his thick cock deep inside my pussy taking my hips roughly and began to pound me relentlessly. Over and over again he drove deeper and hard into me, making me scream and moan. Each time reaching the end of me, and driving me forward just a bit. Incoherent mutterings fell from his mouth that I couldn't make out over my own cries for him to fuck me harder, deeper. I couldn't get enough of him and just when I thought I couldn't take enough he slid his fingers back deep into my tight ass, filling that too. "Fuck!" I screamed. "God, yes fuck me. Fuck your dirty whore!" Deep grunting was all I got in return as he sped up and drilled me harder, both my tight cunt and my even tighter asshole. "Oh, I am gonna fuck you alright!" Deep powerful strokes took him in and out of me until I was about to cum all over his cock, and then he was gone. I called out, crying and whimpering at the feel of being empty once again. He gave a low deep menacing chuckle before placing the wide head of his throbbing erection right up against where his fingers had just been. "You want it in here don't you my little whore? You want me to fuck your ass?" I pushed back, whimpering my answer. I could feel his dick dripping with cum, just as ready as I was. Slowly, with great care he pushed into side me with a soft yelp from me. I wiggled and arched my back at the bit of discomfort that soon subsided into a feeling of wicked fullness. His hand slid up my back, caressing and touching me. Soft whispers to relax fell from his mouth as my body tensed up reflexively. When I was still again, he pushed further inside me, stretching widening my opening to fit his girth. Plaintive whines and soft whimpers mixed in the air with the sound of his heavy, but steady breathing as he took me inch by inch. He didn't stop until; I could feel his heavy balls pressed hard along my weeping pussy. The ache I felt was powerful, I wanted to buck wildly into his measured strokes but stayed as he bid me. Clawing at the sheet above my head I bit down on the bed as he started to slide back and forth, in and out of me. "Fuck! You feel so good." He grunted holding onto my hips. "Such a good little whore." I arched my back and tried looking over my shoulder at him. I wanted to see, see him taking me in such a primal and base fashion. It felt so good and so dirty at the same time. His words sent me running to the edge of a powerful orgasm, but without touching myself I knew it would teeter on the edge as long as he wanted it to. In... out...he tortuously fucked me slow and measured, for me as well as for him. If I was close, then he had to be as well and by the sounds he made for me I was betting he was fighting to hold back as well. The need I felt for him to cum for me out-weighed everything in the moment. To hear him call my name again, to feel him cum deep inside me like this.... The though was maddening to the point of distraction. I pushed back, tentatively, hoping he wouldn't notice. Little by little I built momentum and he as he gained speed the sounds that came out of me where far more animal then human in sound. His hand slid down my back again until his hand was firmly in my hair again and he was nearly laying across my back, pushed as deep and as far as he could go inside me. With a hard jerk of his hand my head snapped back and I cried out. "I said don't move! Do I need to tie you up so you can't move?" "No, Sir." I grumbled. "I think my little whore can't follow directions. Do I have to punish you again?" Remembering the earlier spanking again, I wriggled and whined. "No, please sir. My bum still hurts." "Get on your back then. I will give you a lesson you won't soon forget my little slut, and you will learn to be obedient." He withdrew from me without saying another word, and just stood behind me giving me a quick rap on my ass to make me move faster. Rolling over, I kept my hand above my head and looked up at the wicked grin that now graced my Professors face. Bending down, he wrapped his arms around my hips and with a great jerk pulled my ass to the edge of the bed again and hiked my legs up, spreading me wide open again for his viewing, making me blush scarlet. "What's this blushing, my little girl? You know you belong to me, mine to do with as I please. Now, grab your knees and hang onto them until I say otherwise. If you disobey again, you will not be allowed to cum again tonight. How does that sound?" "No!" I cried out. How could he be so cruel? I need him to make me scream again, I was so close I could taste it and his teasing only made it worse. The simple fact was everything he did to me made it worse. Doing as I was told I grumbled grabbing my knees and holding them back for him. The evil wicked grin grew on his face as he delved back into my pussy with his fingers feeling the wetness and coating me again for another assault on my ass. When he returned his cock back inside me he stopped and just stood there watching my face. "Do you know what your next lesson is going to be my pet? How to take me; everywhere at once. Keep those legs spread for me, nice and wide, and don't...let...go." My eyes went wide when I felt his fingers start to probe my aching cunt once more. One, two, three fingers probed me right away and his sinister plan was for far more; I could see it in his eyes. Little thrusts of hips reminded me of his throbbing length buried deep in my ass as he worked his next finger inside me pussy. I wriggled, and whined at the fullness. Closing my eyes I concentrated on the feel of him, forcing myself to relax and take all that he planned to give me. Tremors shook my body as he worked the last of his hand inside me once again, filling me fuller then I had ever been before this moment. "That's my gorgeous girl. Good girl." His voice was soft now, sweet and gentle. My eyes opened with a tear falling down my temple as I saw him bent over me. His teeth gritted, and his pupils dilated with the tiny strokes he took with his hips. His lips found my breasts and he kissed and gently licked at them, making me mewl and beg for more. "Please baby, more... make it hurt." A growl that sounded like tigress hunting, poured out from my throat before I felt his big strong hand wrap itself around the pale column. His body was heavy along mine, his one hand buried deep in my cunt, his cock deeper in my ass and his other hand wrapped round my throat constricting my breathing just enough to make me fight to catch my breath. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I roared at the feeling that took my body. "Fuck me!" I growled at him, "Cum for me, cum inside your dirty little whore." I begged him. My knees still bent back as I held them in place, I writhed beneath him, coaxing him to move inside me. Slowly he picked up speed, fucking me slow but deep and twisting his full hand inside me. The room was filled with the smell of sex and the sound of begging as I pleaded with him to take me harder, take me with force. I needed him to let go, let go and give us what we both needed. Leaning back up he still gripped my throat tightly as he pushed deeper inside me with his cock, making me moan and groan in pleasure-pain. He made me feel like his queen even when he treated me like his whore. I could feel him building and the look in his eyes turned dark when I looked up at him. I pulled my knees back as far as they would go and leaned forward making the pressure on my neck tighten as I felt him swell inside me, getting ready to empty a load in my ass. His hand twisted and turned inside me, pushing and driving harder than before when he fisted my tight cunt. My juices flowed down his wrist and over my ass lubricating his maddening drives inside me. I arched coming close to my climax that was just beyond my reach without his permission to cum. Like he could read my mind he growled looking down at me, "Cum, my little whore. Cum for me." He said as he continued to fuck both my greedy little holes. With a slippery sound he took his hand out of me and gave a hard rap to my swollen clit causing me to scream out and my eyes to fly open wide. "I said CUM!" He snarled at me. Another two rapid snaps to my clit and I was screaming again for him as everything inside me tightened. "Oh fuck, oh my god baby...yes!" Yelling out to him I felt his body tense and a primal noise filled my ears as he drove deep inside me and I felt him blow a load in the deepest part of me, renewing my climax and making me twitch and flail under his hand that tightened around the column of my throat. His own body shook with his own climax, causing his body to go limp and fall on top of me in exhaustion. I let go of my legs and wrapped them around my lover and held him close as we both calmed our breathing, slowly coming back from the brink of passing out once more. Still throbbing twitching inside me, my relentless professor leaned up and kissed me on my nose, making me giggle as he smiled at me. "That's my good girl." "Thank you, Sir." I winked back at him, placing a soft kiss on his grinning mouth. Yes, Professor "Shhh, my sweet little girl." He wiped the tear away and dropped his hands to the hem of my shirt and winked at me letting me know what he wanted to do. Without hesitation I lifted my hands over my head and watched him lift my shirt up and over my head, tossing it on the floor next to his bed. Next he took the waist of my skirt and gently, careful of my sore bum, he slid it too to the floor and took my hand to help me step out of it. My cheeks flushed as I stood in nothing but my bra and stockings, feeling more naked before him then just standing in the nude. "God, you're so beautiful baby." He said it softly and with reverence, making a shiver crawl up my spine and a giggle to escape. I didn't care how often I heard it; it still gave me butterflies every time he said it. Dropping to his knees before me he slid the stocking down my legs, kissing tiny little kisses down my calf and back up as he removed one and then the other, repeating the little kisses on the other leg as well. Goose bumps crawled over my skin with every brush of his lips on my pale skin. Reaching behind my back I unhooked my bra and slid the straps over my shoulders and let it drop to the floor in front of him, making him look up at me with a fire in his eyes again. When he stood again he lifted his shirt over his head and tossed it to the growing pile of our things by his bed and I shivered again in anticipation of what was coming next. "On the bed baby, head on the pillows and pull your knee up for me. Can you do that for me?" I nodded and obeyed my Professor, climbing up on his bed and scooting to the head and lying down as he asked. I pulled my knees up and futility tried to cover my nakedness. I watched from my vantage point as he removed the rest of his clothing and climbed onto the bed with me, staying at the end of the bed. Taking my knees in his hands he slowly, while staring right into my eyes, pulled them apart. I blushed again as he bared everything to his gaze and a huge smile crept across his face. "So pretty baby. Do you know that? Spread your legs for me." Again I obeyed and closed my eyes embarrassed at baring everything to him. He pulled a breath through his teeth and muttered something before I felt the warm touch of his lips on the inside of my thigh. Soft tender kisses traced the line of my thigh up to the apex and then back down again the other leg. I mewled and arched my back and the feeling, aching to feel that soft mouth leaving those tender kisses on my weeping pussy. My hands reached up and pinched at my nipples trying to alleviate some of the deep need I had for him at this moment. I was close to begging him to touch me when I felt a tentative finger brush the seam of my sex, feeling how wet I was. "Oh God, baby! You're soaked. Is that from sucking my cock, little girl? Does it turn you on to have my cock in your mouth?" I moaned as he dipped that single finger inside me and rubbed my swollen clit with his thumb driving me close to the edge. "Yessss," I purred, pinching my nipples harder, making it bite with pain to stop myself from Cumming too soon. "Yes baby. I love your cock in my mouth." I was close to panting when he pressed another digit inside me joining the other. "Fuck, you're so tight baby. I wondered if I can even get my whole hand inside you. Should we try? Shall we make it your next lesson?" I looked down my body at him and through my spread knees and bit my lower lip smiling. "Yes, Sir. Please?" My voice was weak but the need in it was unmistakeable. I wanted to give this man everything I had never given to anyone else. I wanted to give him this. Watching he gave me a huge smile in response to me answer and gave a salacious wink before leaning forward and placing a kiss on the soft mound between my legs. Throwing my head back I sighed when I felt the brush of his hot tongue glide over the tender fold of my pussy, still slowly teasing me with two fingers. In....out.....in....out.... I squirmed and whimpered at the feeling of his pushing a little deeper each time. When he added a third finger I gasped with a primal sound. He continued his assault on my pussy with his tongue, getting more and more eager with each lick and stroke of his tongue. Deep primal sounds and small growls fell from his lips making me wetter by the second and cause me to forget myself call out to him. "Baby, oh god...fuck... it feels too good." The only reply I got was a renewed enthusiasm to what he was doing. with a deep drive of his fingers and a quick nip of his teeth and cried out in a sound my beast within echoed in my head. My hands flew down to grab his head, his shoulders, anything. I needed to touch him. Abruptly he stopped with a smack of his lips. With a quick rap to my aching clit I cried out in a sharp sound lost in the pleasure-pain of it. Did I say you could touch, my pet? Did I?" He gave another little rap on the most sensitive part of my pussy making me cry out again and squeezing my thighs together in reflex. "No," He scolded. "Legs open. Did I tell you, you could close them, or that you could touch? Grip the headboard and don't let go until I say." Another quick smack hit my clit and I yelped this time. Reaching over my head I gripped it with both shaking hands and looked down at him. "No, Sir, you didn't. I'm sorry." I tried to look contrite but the little grin on my face betrayed how much I enjoyed his dominance and control of me. I re-opened my legs and allowed him to push them as far as they wold go before he bent down and started licking me again in long leisurely licks, driving me crazy with each flick of his wet tongue. "Good girl." He murmured as he worked another finger inside me, making it four now. My back bowed and I cried out. He gave a dark little laugh as he nipped and sucked on my pussy, making it more and more eager for what he was giving me and driving me closer and closer to a powerful climax. God it felt so good. His mouth didn't wonders kissing me, but nothing could come close to what he was doing with it on my pussy. I was drenched; I could feel the wetness building beneath me as it ran down my ass. He was relentless in his assault. Kissing, licking and driving his finger deep inside me, filling me full. My breathing was erratic and I couldn't think beyond what he was doing, but I knew to not let go of the headboard. With a last little kiss he pulled his face back, and I whined at the loss of his warm mouth on me. I was so close, and he knew it. He was torturing me, and I loved every second of it. "It's time, Baby girl. Do you think you can handle my whole hand now?" I whipped my head back and forth and moaned. I was too close, I didn't think I could. I knew he was going to try though, and I wanted him to. "Yes you can, my beautiful little girl. Just relax, and don't cum." Don't cum, was he crazy? My eyes shot open and looked down at him with a little panic. Not for what he was about to do, but the idea of trying to hold back the powerful orgasm I knew I was so close to having. "But Sir," I whimpered. "No, be my good little whore and stop yourself from coming. I want to feel you cum all over my cock soon. Not like this. You can do it, I know you can." His evil little grin told me he wasn't going to make that task easy. I laid back and closed my eyes, trying to control my breathing and concentrate on the ceiling as I felt him work with some effort the last of his hand inside my increasingly full cunt. When I felt the rest of it inside me I gasped and arched my back at the bite of pain it caused, but loved every second of it. The feeling of being so full and the fact that it was him that was filling me. "Gorgeous baby. Just gorgeous. Such a good little whore. You're my little whore aren't you, my pet?" "Yes.....sir....yours all yours." I panted out. I could barely think straight to answer him, but I knew I would get another little rap if I didn't. And I was struggling not to cum as it was. Slowly he played inside me, pushing and pulling, turning and twisting his full hand deep inside me. My legs shook from the intense feeling it caused and the little licks he would give me on my grateful cunt. "I can feel your pussy squeeze my hand, you little whore. Don't you cum yet, you hear me?" I heard him but, I was so close I couldn't answer him. I just nodded my response, and whimpered with another twist of his hand. A few more turns and he slowly pulled out of me crooning away how lovely I was and what a good girl I was for him. God, what those words did to me. To hear him say they pulled a powerful string at my heart and gut. I sighed deep and long, grateful for the small reprieve. I didn't know how long I would be able to hold back. My legs went slack, still spread wide open for him, I knew better than to close them. "Such a beautiful girl, and all mine. Aren't you baby? Say it." I opened my eyes to see him climbing up the bed to join me at the head. His eyes were dark and lustful and I knew what was coming next. I wanted, no, need it. I needed to feel him inside me, making us one. Christ, did I need it. "Yours baby, I'm all yours." I let go of the headboard and touched his face with my hand as he leaned over to kiss me. When his lips touched mine I sighed again. His hands wandered my body as he lay down next to me. His fingers pulled and pinched at my nipples teasing me. With each tug and pull I felt it deep in my core making me writhe beneath his skillful touch. One hand fisted my hair and the other drifted back down to my pussy where I lifted my hips to meet him before he had made it all the way down. "So eager, my little girl. Soon enough. I know you want to cum for me, don't you?" "Yes, Sir. I need to cum. Please, Sir, please make me cum." He chuckled and brushed his fingers ever so lightly over my pussy. "My, aren't we needy. God, what it does to me to hear you beg me. I think I want to hear some more before I give you my cock. Tell me what you want, little one. Beg me like a good little whore and I will give you what we both want." "Please, baby. Please, I can't take it anymore. I need to cum, fuck me, Professor. I need to feel your hard cock inside me making me your good little girl. Fuck me baby, please!" My hips bucked into his hand and he spun circles with the pads of his fingers of the aching need of my clit. I mewled and begged, clawing at him to finally take me and mark me as his. "Lift your knees again, little one." Watching him move again, I did as I was told. Lifting my knees up, keeping my legs spread wide open for him; my power master took position between my legs, kneeling up so I could see him take himself in hand for me. I whimpered as I watched his strong hand stroke his hard on, just out of reach of my grasp. He knew what it did to me to know his hard on was all for me. That I did that to him, I made him so needful he had to take it in hand to relieve the pressure. Nights spent in a hot bath I thought of nothing else. "Like that my little whore? Like you make me hard?" That devious little grin had returned, and I let out a sound that wasn't human any longer. I needed him badly and his teasing was tortuous. "Please, baby... please I need you." Slyly I reached down and touching myself I looked up at him with my eyes big and needy, begging him with not only my words but my body. I ached for this man, and watching him please himself, was killing me. "Give that to me, please. Its mine." I pouted, biting my lip. "Please, sir." His face changed softly and he smiled at me, and at the tone in my voice. It's what he had been waiting for. He had been waiting for me to be his good little girl. The lilt that came over my voice when I was his little girl was when he knew, for me, it was my submission. When I was his little girl, I was in his hands, all of me. His possession. That's what he had waited for, the last of my control given over to him, my complete submission. Something I had never given to anyone else. It would be his first and his only. "Good Girl." He said in a soft but, deep voice as he came over me to kiss me hard and deep. "My good little girl." He stroked my head and kissed me again and this time we both sighed. My arms wrapped around him and pulled him closer, my nail raking down his back to bring him to me. I could feel his need pressing into my thigh, and hear the rumble in his chest that grew when his beast got hungry. I spoke softly on top his lips between kisses, "Yours, sir. Please, mark me as yours now." I felt his smile on my lips before he pulled back, rubbing his nose along mine for just a second, before I felt his knees nudging my legs even further apart. He brought both hands up and fisted my hair on either side of my head hold me in place. My eyes wide open he leaned over and pressed his lips to my neck, then bit down gently with just the right amount of pressure to make me cry out as I felt his teeth come down as he pushed himself all the way in on the first stroke. I was more than ready but his haste was his own. He needed this as much as I did. Deep inside of me, he stopped and let go with his teeth. My breathing was erratic and my nails clawed down his back as the blood rushed in my ears. My climax was so close I could taste it on my tongue as he pushed further and deeper. He hit the end of me and growled in a low deep voice, "Fuck, your cunt is so tight. Feels...so...good." I whimpered again wrapping my legs around his waist and pulled him deeper, still. Pulling out, he swiftly and roughly he returned to the depths of my pussy letting out a deep grunt as he did when my pussy squeezed around him. "Fuck!" He growled. His mouth moved down my body as he continued to thrust long deep hard plunges in and out of my greedy cunt. His teeth nipped at my breasts making me grind my hips upward to meet him, driving him to his climax, so I could have my own. I was crying out and begging in ways I never knew I could. My legs pulled at him, my arms clawed at him, my fingers kneaded into his flesh showing him my need. Sounds and words fell from my lips I couldn't make out any more, begging for him to cum for me. "Please, baby.... Please. Cum for me..." I wailed, my head thrown back, trying so hard not to cum yet...He hadn't given permission yet. "My sweet cunt. Only mine!" Driving hard and fast I could hear his climax reaching its peak and lifted up off the bed with each thrust deep in and out of me. Tears filled my eyes, from the bite of pain at his roughness, and for it made me feel to hear him say I was his. "Yes! God yes! Fuck me sir... Fuck me baby... May I cum sir... please...? I need to cum for you..." I was beyond myself, I was beyond everything but how he felt inside me and the animalistic sounds he was making that drove me wild. "Look at me." He panted as he fisted my hair tightened, bringing all my attention to him and his eyes that were fixed on my face. I watched him intently as he bayed me to. I couldn't look away as I felt him swell inside me and growl. "Cum for me little girl, come for your Master. Now!" As if on cue, my body erupted in the most powerful feeling I had ever felt in all my life. It shook and tightened around him as sounds that were far from human fell from my mouth. My body rocked in time with his as I squeezed down and called his name out as I came harder than I ever had before. It was all because of him, and as he sped up and screamed out my name I felt his cock explode inside me filling me to the point of leaking down my thighs as he came hard for me. His eyes never leaving mine, he shook from his own orgasm, still plunging in and out riding the last of my second climax he had given me. My body responded again when it had felt him bury himself deep and Cumming inside me. Marking me and my cunt as his, and only his. When our breathing calmed, and we could think again he slowly pulled out of me. I could feel the wetness under my ass and just smiled knowing that it was me that had made him cum so hard and so much. Rolling off me, my Professor tucked me under his arm and pulled me into a spooning position. Wrapped tightly in his arms, he kissed the back of my shoulder and neck, purring to me what a good girl I was. "Sleep for now my beautiful girl. I will take you again when you wake." I smiled weakly as sleep was already taking me." Yes, Sir." I snuggled back into his arms and let out a small sound, almost a coo as the feeling of being protected in his embrace while I slept in his arms. "Good...Girl."