4 comments/ 76139 views/ 36 favorites Big Man On Campus Ch. 02 By: TripleL This is a stroke story. It's ridiculous and unrealistic. No one is worried about STDs, sizes are exaggerated, and people can fuck for hours without chafing. Also, this chapter has some sexualized violence (slapping and choking; no blood or bruising) and plenty of degrading language, so if that's not your cup of tea, take note. --- "We're not stopping until these are empty and my dick goes soft," I said, as my professor fondled my swollen balls. She just looked at me, her breath quickening. Even with my pheromones adding to her arousal and making it possible to take my shaft, she must have been feeling a bit sore. * "No, I can't," she said. "It's too much, too big... and it's been too long anyway. Someone might hear if we keep going." "Do you think I care? You've got me excited. Now you've got to deal with it." "I am still your instructor, Mr. Beech. I'm not about to let a student at some pissant school take charge." That's when I realized how to break her down. Dr. Carrington acted like she was too good to teach at my university. Even after fucking me until she was almost overwhelmed, she still thought she ran the show. I decided it was time she learned about our relative positions. I decided to start by showing her what I thought of her degree. I stood up, leaving her laying on her desk. "Don't take it personally--that was fantastic, but like I said before, this happens on my terms on not at all," she said. I stood still for a moment, and then I reach out and ripped her framed diploma from the wall, smashed the glass on her desk, and yanked it free. Then I held it in front of my cock with one hand while pumping furiously with the other, staring Dr. Carrington in the eyes all the while. She started to exclaim, "No! What are you..." but by then it was too late. My cock erupted, spraying strand after strand of thick white cum at her precious degree, quickly blotting out her name, the university seal, and running down across the text. My orgasm seemed to last forever, and when it was done I was left holding a thoroughly saturated piece of paper, with long strings of spunk stretching from it to her floor. Dr. Carrington was left gaping as I carelessly tossed her ruined diploma in the trash and followed it with the broken glass and wood from the shattered frame. I turned to her. "You're a terrible teacher. The only reason anyone takes your class is because they want to fantasize about fucking you. Your degree isn't worth shit to me; as far as I care, your only value is that I decided to let you empty my nuts. Now get over here and do your fucking job." She whimpered a bit, and then rolled off the desk and dropped to her knees. I could see her lower lip quivering slightly. "What do you want me to do?" I grinned at her submission. It wasn't really fair to her; she had been inhaling my pheromones for quite a while now, and she'd come into contact with my sperm, which has all the same properties only more so. But she still submitted willingly. "I ate you out earlier and you seemed to enjoy it. A good slut would return the favor." With that, Dr. Carrington crawled over to me, her eyes locked on my engorged cock and her mouth opened slightly. She drew closer, until my swollen head was brushing against her lips. She reached up and gripped the base of my shaft as her tongue snakes out and slid around me. She opened her mouth wider as I pressed my prick into her. Her eyes widened as her jaw was forced open. It looked like she was having a hard time handling my girth, but she managed to get a few inches into her mouth. Her head started to bob up and down on my first few inches, while her hand stroked up and down the remainder of my shaft. "You know, it seems like I shouldn't call you 'Dr. Carrington' or 'professor' anymore. What's your first name, slut?" I asked "Anne," she replied, pulling my prick from her mouth. She opened up to return to her work, but then I blindsided her with a quick open-handed slap to the side of her face. It took her a second to regain her wits, and afterward she looked up at me, a red handprint visible on her pale cheek. She opened her mouth to question me and got as far as "what" before I slapped her again in the same place. This time, when she looked back at me there were tears in her eyes and she simply kneeled there, one hand on my cock, mouth hanging open, as she tried to figure out why I was abusing her. I slapped her a third time, this time on the right side instead of the left, and grabbed her hair as she reeled. I yanked on it, using her strawberry-blonde locks as a grip to manhandle her. "I didn't tell you to stop sucking, slut." She sniffed and shook in my grip, but she got the point and opened her mouth once again to take me in. Soon her head was bobbing in front of me and it seemed like my slut was enjoying herself. She had managed to relax her throat somewhat, and she was taking in a bit less than half of my throbbing shaft. Her saliva was flowing out of her stuffed mouth down the sides of my cock. Her hands were busy as well; one is steadily stroking the remainder of my length while the other was caressing my bloated balls. "Anne isn't a good name for a slut like you. I don't think I'm going to use it. From now on, I'll call you whatever I want and I expect you to answer to it." Her answer was unintelligible, since she didn't stop to take my cock out of her mouth. I smiled at her "You learn fast, doctor slut. That's good." The corners of her mouth turned up slightly at that--a smile, or at least as close as she could get given how much meat was in her mouth. I let her keep pleasing me for a few minutes. Soon she went into high gear, pumping her hands and mouth in time, running up and down my prick. I felt the vibrations from her moans as I began to pump precum into her sucking mouth. She closed her eyes and I feel her tongue swirl madly around my head. The stimulation made my shaft grow a bit bigger and harder, causing her to choke momentarily. I pulled back, leaving just the tip of my cock in the bitch's mouth, and smiled down at her. "I hope you're hungry." Dr. Carrington looked up at me expectantly and cupped my balls in her hand, squeezing gently as if she hoped to extract as much cum as possible from them. I saw no reason not to oblige her, and start shooting great spurts into her mouth. Each spurt could fill a shot glass, and I saw her throat work to swallow after the third shot as her mouth started filling up. But that wasn't enough to stem the tide, and she had to swallow again in just a moment after I unleashed two more pulses into her mouth. She swallowed a third time as soon as she could, since my next shot had filled her mouth once again, and then my seed started to overflow her mouth. Her cheeks bulged slightly as some semen appeared at the corners of her mouth. I fired off another half-dozen shots, causing long strands of spunk and spit to start dripping down her chin. She snorted and yet more of my seed sprayed from her nose, as I overwhelmed her with my load. Then it was over. Dr. Carrington swallowed once, twice, three times; she brought her hands up and used her fingers to scoop the excess into her mouth and swallowed again. "That was incredible. Your spunk tastes so sweet." I smiled back at her for a moment, letting her take pleasure in her work. "All right. That was a good start, but play time is over, slut. When you were talking in class today, I couldn't help but think it was a waste of a perfectly good mouth. I think it's time to teach you what your mouth is really for. I want you to deepthroat me. You're going to swallow my cock, you Ivy League bitch." Dr. Carrington's eyes went wide at the thought of taking your lead pipe down her throat. She started to speak: "I don't think I can..." But I cut her off. "How did you get the idea that I wanted you to think? Your sole purpose is pleasing my cock. I want to feel your nose pressed into my crotch and my cock down your whore throat now." Dr. Carrington whimpered, but opened her mouth and took in your cock. She pushed forward, taking almost half of it, before she started gagging and choking around my girth. I glowered down at her, and she tried again, but she didn't get any further. "I'm sorry!" she begs. "Your cock is just too big!" "You've disappointed me, whore. I suppose I'll have to train you. My slut trembled slightly, her lower lip quivering, as I reached out and grabbed two fistfuls of her hair. "Open wide, whore. I'm going to bust your throat cherry, and when I'm done you'll thank me." And with that I thrust forward, spreading Dr. Carrington's jaw wide open and plunging to the back of her mouth. I got about halfway in and hit resistance as she gagged around me, so I pulled back a few inches and then drove myself back in. After a half dozen of these brutal repetitions, my slut was crying, her mascara running down her cheeks. "It's okay, little whore. Just relax and it'll be over soon." I gave her a moment to breathe, and then gave her a mighty thrust, pushing past the clenching ring of her gag reflex and hilting myself in her. I took a moment to savor the sensation of her throat rippling around my cock, trying to either swallow or expel the invader. I slowly pulled out about halfway, then gave her a few slower, experimental thrusts, pressing her nose into my groin each time. Smiling, I pulled out the whole way. Her head hung down as she choked and sobbed. "And what do we say?" I asked. "Th... thank you for busting my throat cherry. Thank you for teaching me what my mouth is for," she replied. With my hands still tangled up in my professor-slut's hair, I went back to throat fucking her. I started to thrust wildly into her mouth, driving my cock down her throat with each stroke. My balls, hanging like two plums, slapped against her chin as she looked up at me helplessly. "I'd have thought that all that expensive schooling would have taught you something, slut. Use your hands, slut." Dr. Carrington reached up and started caressing my balls as she gagged on my rampant rod. I thrust deep into her mouth, hilting myself in her throat, and paused for a few seconds, enjoying the sensation as she gagged around my cock. I pulled back, giving her a moment to take a few deep, gasping breaths, then repeated the process. After the fifth or sixth time, I pulled out of her mouth entirely. "Next time, I'm going to hold you down for thirty seconds. Don't resist, or we'll do it again." Dr. Carrington gasps, "Wha-" but I cut her off, shoving myself into her mouth and forcing my way down her throat. Once I was situated, I started to count: "1... 2... 3... 4..." As I reached ten, I could see my fuckhole start to panic; by fifteen, her hands came up to press on my thighs. I held her for another five seconds as she futilely tried to push herself off, and then I released her. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." she said, between heaving breaths. I gave her a few moments and then I wordlessly took her by the chin and turned her face back to me. With some light pressure, I forced her mouth open, and I heard her take a deep breath just before I cut off her air once again. She put her hands behind her back. This time I was able to make it all the way to thirty, and while her eyes were fluttering, her face was red, and the muscles in her neck were straining, she didn't resist. I pulled out and kneeled beside her, whispering in her ear: "Very good, pet. I'm proud of you. You're learning so much, and putting your hands behind your back was a good idea." Then I stood back up. "It's time to finish things here," I said. I thrust deep into my slut's throat as she choked on your shaft. My grip on her head was like iron. Her throat was spasming wildly around my shaft, driving me into orgasm. My churning balls released their contents directly down her throat as my cock pulsed repeatedly. Each of my powerful streams brought a small noise from Dr. Carrington. This orgasm was powerful, even by my standards, and it felt like I had her face pressed up against me for the better part of a minute as I dumped load after load of hot spunk into her throat. As my orgasm subsided, I looked down and realized that her eyes had started to roll back in her head. I pulled out and gave her a chance to breathe. "I bet you didn't learn about that at your Ivy League school. Next time, you should be able to do it without my help." Dr. Carrington just shuddered in response as she tried to regain her composure. After a few moments, she looked up at me. "Thank you for furthering my education." I grabbed Dr. Carrington by the hair and hauled her back up to her feet. Then I spun around and pushed her back onto her desk and stepped between her legs, forcing them open. I lightly slapped my cock against her engorged pussy lips, sliding it up to tap at her clit. She moved her hips up to meet my cock and gave a little gasp of pleasure. "Please, put it in. Don't tease me, just take me." I slowly pushed in, sinking my head into her tight, wet hole, and then stopped. I gave her a few small thrusts, letting her feel the first few inches of my rod. Dr. Carrington tried to buck her hips into me and get deeper penetration, but I pulled back, leaving her frustrated. She let out a small whine. "Please, just fuck me. I need your cock. Fuck your slut." "Why do you deserve it?" I asked. "Please. I'll do anything for your dick. I'll swallow your cum whenever you want, suck you off before class, let you fuck my ass, cum in my cunt, whatever you want. I've sucked you off and let you rape my throat. You can choke me with your cock until I pass out. I'll eat your ass, let you piss in my mouth, teach class with your spunk dripping off me, whatever you want. Just fuck me before I go crazy." Then she trailed off in a long moan as I thrust into her, claiming every inch of her hot hole as my own. She was laying flat on her desk. I was standing between her legs, driving into her with powerful strokes. With each thrust the desk shook, sending papers scattering and making the computer monitor at the other end shake. I leaned my upper body back as Dr. Carrington wrapped her legs around me, drawing my hips in. I gripped her waist and slammed her into me, driving my cock as deep into her as I could. The thrust caused her desk to shudder a bit and made her tits jiggle invitingly. I did it again, slowly drawing back for another thrust then powering forward, bringing our bodies together with a loud slap. Then I started to fuck her cunt in earnest, delivering punishing strokes as she moaned wordlessly and arched her back. I could feel her cunt spasming, her inner walls alternately gripping and releasing my shaft as I pumped away at her. "Keep talking, slut," I growled. "What else will you do for me?" "I'll give you an A. I'll seduce other teachers and get them to give you an A. I'll be your whore. You can sell my holes to other students or out on the street. You can move into my house and make it your fuck palace. You can make me come to your dorm and stand in the hall naked. Tie me up in a classroom with a sign saying 'Free Pussy.' Cum in a doggy dish and make me eat it. I'll lick your load off the floor or out of another woman. God, I'll be your slave." I didn't show it, but I was shocked--it looked like my pheromones and my aggressiveness had flipped a switch in her head. Not that I was complaining. Dr. Carrington's litany of filth trailed off as she started to crescendo into her own orgasm. She let out a choked moan that was practically a sob and bucked her hips up into me, meeting me on each thrust as she came. One of her hands was a blur rubbing against her clit, while she used the other to play with her tits. I kept thrusting as she moaned and shook. I leaned forward, pressing my torso against hers. I could feel Dr. Carrington writhe beneath me as I pounded her cunt. I whispered in her ear "Do you see what your reward is for pleasing me? If you keep pleasing me, I'll make you cum like that over and over and over." I punctuated my utterance with deep thrusts into her matching each "over." And on each one I felt her shake as another small orgasm overtook her. I changed position again, pushing my upper body up and away from her. I supported my weight with one arm on the desk and wrapped the other one around her throat. I squeezed gently, and Dr. Carrington's breath was cut off. My cock was bottoming out in her with each stroke as she took all thirteen inches of my length. My balls swung up and slapped against her ass. Her mouth was hanging open in a silent scream of pleasure, and her face and upper body were flushed, as she was overwhelmed by my intense fucking. Her cunt gripped me tightly; it was a small effort to pull back after each thrust, as if her pussy was unwilling to give up its grip on my invading member. I could feel my balls churning as a fresh batch of seed was prepared for my imminent orgasm. She went over the edge again, cumming like crazy on my cock as I choked off her air. She couldn't moan or scream, but she started bucking wildly, almost getting out from under me. Her eyes rolled up into her head and fluttered shut as a veritable flood came out from her pussy, splashing against my thighs and balls. I relaxed my grip on her neck and she drew in a deep breath, cumming again and again as her eyes darted about madly and refocusing on my face. She smiled wide and started babbling semi-coherently. "Thank you sir thank you thank you you made me cum better than anyone thank you thank you..." I didn't hear the rest, as I let out a mighty roar as I delivered my few final punishing thrusts. Dr. Carrington's tight, wet cunt drove me over the edge into orgasm. I hilted myself in my slut's hot cunt and felt her squeeze my shaft with her inner muscles. The sensation was exquisite and went past the point of no return. "I'm going to fill your cunt with my seed, bitch." Dr. Carrington gasped and pulled me in closer, welcoming my imminent eruption into her womb. I pressed in firmly, and Dr. Carrington pushed her hips into mine to ensure I was as deep as possible when I came. And then it was time: I felt my shaft throb and pulse repeatedly as I unloaded your potent seed right at the mouth of her womb. Dr. Carrington murmured into my ear, "It's so hot. I can feel each shot against my back walls." After the better part of a minute, I finished emptying out my payload and pulled back. As I exited my bitch's pussy, we remained connected by several silvery strands--a mix of spunk and cunt cream. My seed trickled out from her pink gaping hole. My cock stood proud and erect even after giving her my fifth load. "That's amazing. You've cum more than any man I've ever seen, and you're still ready for more. I'm going to do my best to empty those massive jizz jars of yours." I smiled a bit at that; as far as I know, that's impossible, but I thought it would be fun to see her try. "I'm going to take one of your suggestions, slut. I'm going to fuck your ass next. You disappointed me by needing help with your throat, but maybe you can redeem yourself now." Dr. Carrington looked up at me with fear in her eyes. "Please, sir. You're too big for that--please let me get you off some other way." I responded with stony silence. Choking back a sob, she turned away from me and reached back between her legs to grasp my shaft. She guides it into place against her tight asshole, and started putting her weight down on it. She couldn't relax, though, and so she didn't open up to me. "Do I have to teach you again? I thought you wanted this. You asked for it while I was fucking you, not ten minutes ago." "I know sir, but I didn't mean it. You're too big and I've only ever had one man up there and he was much smaller than you." Dr. Carrington was babbling, afraid of my cock and of my displeasure for her failure. "Please let me try something else." Big Man On Campus Ch. 02 "All right, slut. I want you to degrade yourself and get me off as best you can, and if you impress me enough then I'll let you slide. Otherwise I'm going to claim your ass and punish you for disobeying." "Thank you, sir. You'll be pleased with me, I promise." She motioned for me to turn around. I did so. She knelt behind me, and I got the idea of what she was planning to do. I put my hands on her desk and bent forward slightly, presenting my ass to my professor-slut. "You know what to do, bitch. I'm sure you kissed a lot of ass to get your degree, so this should be familiar to you." She leant in, somewhat hesitantly, spreading my ass and tentatively kissing and licking the base of my balls from behind. "This was your idea, cunt. Don't make me give you an order." Dr. Carrington moved her face up slightly and began to rim me. I could feel the slightly-rough texture of her tongue as she lapped away, circling my hole, then darting in. "Use your hands, bitch--stroke me off while you eat me." She blindly fumbled for a few moments until she got both hands on my cock. She started giving me a two-handed tug job while rimming me. I basked in the sensation for a while as she continued to work. She was serious about getting me off; her hands were corkscrewing up and down my shaft while she mixed up her technique with her tongue. I'm pretty sure she even started using the alphabet approach that worked so well on her. It took about ten minutes before I felt those familiar stirrings that marked an imminent orgasm. By this time, Dr. Carrington was sweating; her arms and jaw must have been tired, and she was breathing heavily. I decided to give her a bit of a show. I reached back and pulled her up by her hair, still standing by the edge of her desk and facing the wall. "Stroke me off onto your desk, slut. I want you to see what you've accomplished." She purred and moved to my side, wrapping her fingers as far around my shaft as she could. She gave me a few quick pumps as she pressed herself against me. I felt her lips move against my ear as she whispered, "I can't wait. Cum for me. I ate your ass so you'd cum for me. I only want your sperm. I want to know I did a good job degrading myself." I erupted, spraying streamers of silvery sperm across her desk. My first shots made it all the way to the wall and landed with a splat leaving streaks across her desk and on her computer. Dr. Carrington cooed as I continued to unload, turning her desk into a monochromatic Jackson Pollock painting, with the white streaks of cum contrasting sharply to the dark wood of the desk. Most of the papers she had been grading were knocked off by our furious fucking, but a few were still scattered about, and they too ended up soaked in my sperm. "I think I'll need to clean that up," she said as I finished. "Good girls always clean up their messes." She bent down and started licking at the surface of her desk, sucking up streams and puddles of spunk as she went. Small noises of contentment came from her as she lapped up my seed. "Oh, god. There's still so much cum. Where does it all come from?" Dr. Carrington murmured as she worked. When she was about half done, she moved her head to my balls and sucked one into her mouth. "They're still so big and heavy. It's like you haven't cum in a month, every time, and there's always more." Then she returned to her task. She used her fingers to gather up my spunk from the stained papers and let it drip into her mouth, and then she did the same with the wall and her computer. When she was done, she turned to me. "Did I please you enough?" In answer, I simply grabbed my rock-hard shaft and slapped it against her desk with a loud THWAP. "Does it look like I'm satisfied? Now come here and bend over." Dr. Carrington did so, albeit hesitantly. I pushed her down so her chest was pressed against her desk and ran my cock up and down her slit, teasing her pussy with my cockhead and then moving up to press against her ass. Then I moved back down again and thrust into her dripping cunt, driving in balls deep on the first thrust. I slowly thrust in and out, churning up her juices. Dr. Carrington flushed with desire. "I can see your expensive education left out some crucial subjects--like how best to satisfy the desires of your betters. A good whore would have already offered up her asshole by now instead of assuming her cunt was sufficient," I said. Dr. Carrington gasped, "But you're too big. There's no way I can fit that monster in my ass." "I'll make it fit. Now beg me to violate you." Shaking, Dr. Carrington complied. "Please, sir, violate my ass with your cock. I'm sorry I didn't ask you earlier." I grinned and slapped your dick against her firm ass cheeks a few times, and then let it rest in the cleft of her ass. I pressed in close so my sack rested against her cunt. I could feel the warmth radiating off it as I spoke. "Feel where my dick is on your back? That'll tell you how far inside it'll be soon enough." I pulled back and spit on her asshole, then used the tip of my dick to smear it around. Soon my copious precum was also helping to lubricate her back hole. I started to press gently, seeking entrance. Dr. Carrington had a white-knuckled grip on the edge of her desk, and her eyes were squeezed shut. "I guess I could do this slowly, but it seems cruel to prolong things unnecessarily. It's probably better to do it... like... THIS!" On the last word, I drove in balls deep, splitting her ass wide in a single mighty stroke. That's when she came so hard she passed out. Passing out made Dr. Carrington relax her ass, which made the whole experience less enjoyable for me. I woke her up with a few slaps. When she came to, I said "You don't get to avoid this, slut. I want you fully present while I break in your ass." And now you know how I ended up fucking my anthropology professor up the ass on her own desk. Of course, that's not the end of it. I kept going, pushing back down on Dr. Carrington's back, forcing her down over her desk. Her breasts were squashed underneath her, pressed into the remaining papers and office supplies scattered across her desk's surface. I put one leg up on the desk and leaned forward, pressing my cock into her ass. I sunk in deep, causing her to moan and cum again, although not as impressively as before. Then I began to thrust forcefully, driving out a quick breath from her with each thrust. "Oh... please... destroy... my... ass... please... sir..." Clearly, the polite thing to do was oblige her, so I put a hand on each of her shoulders for leverage and began driving in as hard as I could. I even swiveled my hips a bit on each thrust, changing up the angle of penetration, widening her tight hole and leaving it wrecked for any man but me. "From now on, your ass is only for me, isn't it, slut?" She only moaned in response. I grabbed Dr. Carrington's arms and pulled them back behind her, hauling her upper body up and forcing her to arch her back. At the same time, I dropped my hips slightly, changing the angle of my thrusts and driving her up to her tiptoes every time I entered her tight ass. She wound up with most of her weight supported by her arms and my cock. "Tell me what you are, cunt," I growled into her ear. "I'm your ass-whore! I'm your Ivy League cocksleeve! I'm your fuck doll!" Then she just screamed as I drove her into another massive climax. "Good answers." Her answers drove me to further frantic pounding as I got close to orgasm. But I didn't want to stop fucking her ass just yet, so I slowed down after pushing her through a fourth screaming orgasm. I pulled her away from her desk and stepped into her position, turning as I did so that I was sitting on the edge of her desk with her in front of me. "Now that you've been broken in, it's time for you to show what your ass can do. Get up here and ride me." Dr. Carrington paused for a moment, seemingly unsure if I was serious. When she realized I meant it, she straddled me on unsteady legs, holding my dick in place under her ass. Her nervousness made her clench up again, prevents an easy entry. So with a deep breath, Dr. Carrington closed her eyes and let her weight drop down onto your engorged rod. "FUCK!" she screamed explosively as her breath was driven out by the sudden penetration. She managed to get most of my rod in her ass in one stroke, but there was still three or so inches left in the open air. "I'm proud of you, slut. That was very brave. I'll help you finish the job." I grabbed her hips and pulled her down sharply. Dr. Carrington let out another yelp as her ass made contact with my groin. "Now get to work, slut." She pressed herself up partway off my cock, then dropped back down. Her ass squeezed my shaft like a fist, and I could tell by her moans and squeals that she was feeling some pain as she continued to bounce slowly up and down. But I could also feel her juices flowing from her cunt and moistening my balls when she comes down."How does it feel to be an ass-slut?" I asked. Dr. Carrington held her breath for a moment, and then responded, softly, "It feels good. I'm proud to be your ass-slut, sir." The fact that she was fucking me herself and seemed to push her into high gear. She started bouncing on my thick shaft. Her tightly-clenched ass seemed reluctant to relinquish its grip on me, but nevertheless she managed to extract most of it on each upstroke and take it balls-deep on returning. The rhythmic slapping sounds of her ass blended with her heavy breathing as she worked to please me. I kept my grip on her hips and began pulling her down and thrusting up, meeting her body as she comes down with a loud sound of impact. My pendulous balls came up to slap her clit, making Dr. Carrington gasp with each impact. She rode me through three or four more orgasms before I decided to finish in her ass. Each hit her so quickly that is was hard to tell where one ended and the next began. Then I hilted myself in Dr. Carrington's ass, bringing a small squeal from her as I pushed in. "See how far you've come, slut? You begged me not to fuck your ass, but now you're riding me like a high-class whore. And now you get what you've worked so hard for." And with that I came hard, spraying thick streams of hot cum deep in her ass. I felt my cock pulse over and over, each pulse coinciding with another heavy spurt. "I think you'll have me dripping from your ass for a week, whore," I said, as Dr. Carrington writhed atop me. "There's so much... always so much," she moaned. After my fourteenth stream of jizz, I relaxed and slowly started to pull out of her ass. As I pulled back, long streamers of spunk started to flow from her wrecked rear entrance. There was a small pop as I freed myself from her completely, which was accompanied by a flow of my thick white sperm out of Dr. Carrington's ass and down her legs. Some spilled on the edge of the desk and dripped down its side. A few strands hung from my prick and started stretching down to the floor. "You know what to do now, cum-dump. Like you said, good girls always clean up their messes." To her credit, Dr. Carrington didn't try to resist. She simply reached down and gathered up the thick spunk dripping from her ass with her fingers, then brought them up to her mouth and sucked them clean. She had to repeat the process a half-dozen times before my seed stopped dripping down her legs, and then she opened her mouth to show me the accumulated sperm. I nodded at her, and she closed her mouth and swallowed. She shuddered in pleasure as my jizz slid down her throat. Then she turned her attention to her desk, licking it clean once again, and she even lapped up the few strands that had made it all the way to the floor. When she was done, she kneeled in front of me and looked up at me expectantly. "Aren't you forgetting something?" I asked, gesturing at my cock. "I'm sorry, sir. I'll clean your cock right now." She crawled over to me and started licking my balls and shaft, sucking up the spunk clinging to me and her ass-juices with equal aplomb. "Now swallow my cock and put your new training to use," I demanded. Dr. Carrington closed her eyes for a moment and gathered herself. Then she opened her mouth and engulfed my cock head. I felt her lips and tongue slide down my cock as she pressed herself further, slowly forcing herself down on my engorged rod. Soon she hit the halfway point and I felt her quiver as she suppressed her gag reflex. She pushed past it and continued on, slowly swallowing me until her lips were wrapped around the base of your shaft. Then she started to bob her head back and forth, making small movements, while her throat squeezed tight around me, until she had to draw her head back to breathe. "Very good, slut. I knew you could do it by yourself." Dr. Carrington had tears in her eyes from her recent efforts, but she still smiled with pride at my compliment. "But you're not done. Keep sucking until I give you another drink." Dr. Carrington returned to sucking me off, pumping back and forth, moving her lips from the tip of my dick all the way to the base and back again in one smooth motion. I could feel her struggle for a moment each time my cock passed her gag reflex, but it seemed like my professor-slut was a quick study. At the end of each upstroke, her tongue swirled around the tip of your dick, licking up the copious precum that had started to flow from it. She didn't forget to use her hands, either; she brought them up to caress my balls and maximize my pleasure. I let her work for about ten minutes. By that time, she had gone red in the face, and one of her hands had dropped down to rub her clit. Her eyes were closed as she sucked away, and she had clearly been pushed into some bizarre headspace where all that mattered was pleasing me. Which was just what I was looking for, really. I gathered up her hair and pulled her back. She came off my cock with a pop and opened her eyes. "Was I doing something wrong? Please tell me how to do it better, sir." I grasped the base of my cock in one hand, still holding her hair with the other. "It was acceptable, but now I'm getting bored. Hold still, bitch." Dr. Carrington looked up at me, unsure of what was to come. I let her confusion last for a moment, and then I swung my prick at her face. It struck her heavily across one cheek, landing with a slapping sound, and her head turned with the blow. "I said, hold still!" She whimpered and turned back to face me. I smacked her again, and again, and again, until her face was red and her tears appeared in her eyes and her lower lip quivered, and then I really started beating her with my dick. I brought my cock down on her cheeks and forehead from above over and over. I saw that she was on the verge of tears--but I also saw that her hand was busy rubbing away at her cunt. "Cum for me, bitch. Get yourself off while I cockslap you," I ordered. She seemed to have been waiting for my say-so, because she climaxed almost instantly when I gave the command. I switched my grip and forced her mouth open, then plunged my cock back down her throat. I held it there for a few seconds, then pulled back and fucked her face for a minute or so before pulling out entirely and returning to her cock-beating. I kept this up for about ten minutes, switching between driving my shaft down her throat and slapping her silly with my rod. I even ordered her to cum twice more, and she obeyed. Let me tell you, if you've never felt a woman have a screaming climax while you're balls-deep in her throat, you should try to arrange it. The vibrations from her throat went up my shaft, and I swear I could feel it in my balls. But all good things must end, and we had been fucking for over an hour. I decided to mark her and drive home my dominance with my final orgasm. After her last climax, I pulled out of her throat, grabbed my cock and gave it a few quick pumps. "Open your eyes while I mark my fucking territory." With my other hand, I grabbed Dr. Carrington's hair and tilted her head back so I could use her face as my canvas. Pearly streams of semen started to fly from my cock, splashing onto her face as she moaned. My first five shots traveled up across her forehead and into her hair; within a few moments, I had draped lines of seed across both eyes and her nose. She blinked but managed to keep them open, even as thick white cream hung heavily on her eyelashes. I continued to pump out spunk, shooting another stream across her lower lip into her open mouth and up onto her cheek. That stream was quickly joined by another, and another, and still another. Then I let go of her head and grabbed her coffee mug. I aimed my cock at its mouth and continued to unload. With each spurt, my balls pulled up tight to my body and unleashed what must have been a shot glass full of seed. After eight or so shots, the mug was full to the brim, but I wasn't done. Dr. Carrington looked on in amazement as my orgasm continued. I pointed my erupting volcano at her tits, hosing them with seed. I fired a trio of shots at each one, leaving thick cords dangling from her nipples. My seed was so thick that the excess barely moves; it just hung from her face, hands, and tits in long off-white cords. Finally my orgasm started to wane. I rested my pulsing cockhead on her tongue and gave her a few spurts into her mouth, pooling at the entrance to her throat. She closed her luscious lips around the head of my cock and gave it a hard suck to extract the last few drops of my nectar. It took her a moment to swallow my thick issue. I handed her the coffee mug, now full of my hot seed. "From now on, bitch, this is your morning drink. I'm going to drain my nuts for you every day before classes start, and you'll take it into the classroom and drink it up in front of everyone. Your time in class is better spent drinking my spunk rather than trying to teach." Dr. Carrington nodded eagerly, causing some of the thick cords of sperm hanging from her face to slide down and land on her chest. "Yes, sir. Can I drink this now? I'll be a good girl and clean everything else, but this looks so delicious." "Go ahead and drink. But I don't want you to clean anything else. Instead, I want you to go home drenched in my sperm. When you get home, strip down, take a picture of yourself, and send it to me. If you're not still cum-glazed, you'll be punished. Then I want you to record yourself masturbating for at least fifteen minutes while you talk about other things you want me to do to you. You're not allowed to cum, either--I know that your silly slut brain is obsessed with cumming now, but you'll have to restrain yourself. Send me that recording too. Then you can clean yourself off if you want, or wear my load to bed. Do you understand?" "Yes sir." "Good. I'll see you tomorrow morning at 8:00. And bring me a key to your place too." And with that I left, as my professor-slut happily drank a mug full of my sperm.