professor wager pt. 2

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class is over and i linger behind.  
“stay.” he commands.  
he gets up and locks the door,  
brings down the shades  
and dims the lights so it looks as if it’s vacant inside.  
“get over here now.” he orders me.  
i feel like i’m in trouble, but i’m turned on.  
hesitant, i slowly walk over.  
“NOW!” he snarls and slaps a ruler on the desk.  
i hurry over, looking up at him  
i’m speechless.  
“bend over on the desk.”  
i obey him.  
“spread your legs miss pond.”  
i spread them  
hands on the desk ready for any punishment he has coming my way.  
he starts to massage my bottom, then runs his hands up my back.  
he grabs my right leg and bends it up onto the desk.  
i let out a whiny plea.  
i’m completely exposed to him.  
he spreads my cheeks apart and spits on my asshole.  
i moan and grab for something-  
there’s only papers.  
then i feel it.  
his cold wet tongue circulating my glorious hole.  
first tracing it with the tip of his tongue ever so lightly.  
then he begins to flick his tongue fast but a tickle.  
i’m dripping on the floor and he takes notice.  
he pauses, “is this what you wanted?”  
“yes!” i manage to get out breathlessly.  
he slides his fingers into my pussy. i grab the arm he’s using for leverage on the desk.  
i’m moaning and gushing simultaneously.  
“oh you like this?” he teases.  
he picks up his speed, the veins from his arm begin to rise as he finger fucks me with passion.  
“i’m cum- cumming!” i try to say, out of breath.  
“not yet” he says. i can’t see his face but i know he’s smiling.  
he goes faster, watching my ass ripple every time the palm of his hand smacks it.  
the wetter i get  
the faster he goes.  
making a mess everywhere.  
but he doesn’t cease.  
he uses his other hand to spread open my cheeks and he spits again and sticks his thumb in my ass.    
i moan a little too loudly this time.  
he takes out his thumb and covers my mouth.  
“shhh!!” he says, taking his hand off and putting his finger in my mouth, still continuing to penetrate me with his gifted fingers.  
“professor, i’m cumming!” a muffled plea because i know i’m about to squirt.  
but he would love that.  
“oh yeah?” he takes out his finger and slaps my ass. “not until i tell you to.”  
he stops and says, “now get on your knees.”  
i do as i’m told.  
he unbuckles his belt,  
his cock busting out of his slacks before he unzips.  
he pulls it out.  
glorious.  
“taste it” he says with a devilish smile.  
i take it in my hand.  
so big.  
it takes two hands to hold.  
i lick it at first- tasting it.  
he moans.  
i kiss the head of his cock and start stroking the bottom half with my tiny hands.  
using my mouth to cover the top half,  
i start sucking.  
a slobbery,  
wet mess  
he pushes himself further down my throat.  
pulling it back out and then stretching out my cheeks with it as he forces himself back in.  
“yes miss pond.” he moans in approval.  
i moan back in response as i start to rub my clit. creating a small puddle of my sweetness on the floor underneath us.  
he pulls his dick from my mouth,  
and rubs it all over my soft, juicy lips.  
then he grabs my left breast  
and feels my pierced nipple.  
he smiles.  
“get up” he commands once again.  
“sit on the desk facing me and open your legs- wide.”  
i do it without hesitation.  
he grabs the back of my head and pulls me in to kiss him.  
his tongue fills my mouth  
as he pinches my nipple  
i start stroking his erection.    
i can’t wait any longer for it,  
i start to grind on the desk  
and he takes notice.  
he pushes me down on the desk  
“impatient aren’t we?” he laughs and pushes my legs open,  
gets on his knees  
and takes a big slurp of my honeypot before he starts to slap my clit  
and i go into submission.  
pat!  
pat!  
pat!  
then rubbing it,  
cooing at me.  
smiling..  
“do you love that miss pond?”  
“yes professor!”  
“are you going to cum when i tell you to miss pond?”  
“yes professor!”  
“will you ever be late to my class again miss pond?”  
“yes professor!” exclaim followed by a moan loud enough to get us caught.  
but he doesn’t care.  
he stops rubbing and grabs my thighs  
pulling me up to him until his erect cock is pressing onto my clit.  
threatening to go inside me  
he presses just the head inside-  
slowly  
“oh professor!”  
and pulls it out.  
just the head....  
.  
.  
.  
then pulls it out.  
he slaps my clit with his cock...  
“yes professor!”  
i’m gushing all over his paperwork, his desk, his dick...  
he grabs my legs and puts them on his shoulders  
he leans forward and grabs my throat.  
i cross my ankles behind his neck  
as he slowly pushes his thick meat into my tight, flooding hole..  
“deeper professor! oh please!”  
“i want you to beg for this cock miss pond since you clearly want it so bad.”  
i can’t stop moaning..  
“yes professor i-“  
 
a door from the other side of the lecture hall opens..  
 
“hello? is anybody in here?”