by Jolie Cain | Erotic image by Samarel
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Aroused, aching, I began rubbing myself against his lap. That’s when I noticed something long and hard prodding me in the stomach. He had an erection! Should I have been repulsed? Offended? I don’t know. All I do know is that just the thought that he was as excited as I was made me even hotter! The blows continued, more painful now that my skin was so sensitized by the previous hits. But I didn’t mind. In fact, I was enjoying the stinging slaps. My moans became louder, even through the gag. I was squirming, rubbing, trying to find some relief. I no longer even felt like myself any more. I felt like some desperate, mindless creature. I knew a climax was not far away. I was actually going to orgasm from a spanking. If I had been able to think, I would have been shocked. Perhaps even appalled. Instead, I wanted only to reach that peak that seemed to hover just out of my reach. Never had I become so aroused so quickly. Never had I felt such intense need to cum.

At last the spanking halted. Stopped just as I felt myself approaching orgasm. I shook my head. Tried to tell him keep going, but it did no good. I wiggled my hips. Arched up. Anything to let him know I wanted...no, I needed more.

He chuckled, obviously understanding the message I was trying to convey. “Poor little one. Is there something you want from me? Something you need? Perhaps this?” His hand soothed across my sore and stinging ass, not helping at all. Rather, it ratcheted my need higher, and I squirmed more furiously, parting my thighs to let him know where I needed his hand, his fingers. Another chuckle. “Oh, sweetheart, what a delightful little surprise you’ve turned into.”

His hand moved then, to my legs. He stroked upwards along the tender flesh, higher and higher until his fingers just brushed against the moist hair at the apex of my thighs. I groaned and spread my legs further. Oh, God, I needed a firmer touch. I needed his fingers inside me, pumping into me. He obviously understood the forces that were driving me much better than I understood them myself, because his fingers began a more thorough investigation of my tender flesh, spreading my nether lips, brushing across my clitoris, and finally pushing up into my slick channel. One finger at first, then he added another, over and over he pulled out and pushed back in. He was not gentle, and I did not care.

I was so wet I could feel the moisture on my thighs, and I could hear the squelching noise it made each time his fingers plunged into me. I should have been embarrassed. That thought hovered on the edge of my consciousness, but I ignored it. There was no room here for embarrassment. Only need and lust and a hot, hot excitement.

He pulled his fingers out, again postponing an approaching orgasm, and I moaned in denial, but he ignored me. He pushed me from his lap and steadied me as I found my balance. Then he pressed down on my shoulders until I was kneeling before him. His hands came up to remove the gag, tossing the handkerchief and bandana onto the floor, and then he began unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. “I cum first. Do you understand, little one? And if you’re very good, then you will also get to cum.”

I answered softly, “Yes, sir.” I did indeed understand. I understood that he had somehow turned me into someone I did not know. Because as he pulled his erect cock, long and curved slightly upward, out of his pants, I wanted to taste it more than I had ever wanted anything before. My boyfriends in the past had wanted me to suck them, and I had done so reluctantly, refusing to swallow or even to allow them to cum in my mouth. But now...now I licked my lips in anticipation as I saw the bead of pre-cum on the tip of his cock. God, I wanted to taste him.

I brought up my hands, which were still bound together with his belt. I thought he would unfasten them, but he did not. So I reached for him as best I could and directed his cock toward my eager mouth. I used my tongue at first to delicately lick off that bit of fluid.

“Yes, sweetheart. You like that?” he murmured.

I looked up and nodded, and then bent my head again. Using my tongue, I traced each inch of his erection, working my way down one side and up the other. I became entranced with each vein, each pulse, the warm and delicious scent of him. I used my spit to coat his length and then engulfed his head in my mouth, sucking gently until he pressed down on my scalp indicating he wanted more. Deeper and deeper I pulled his cock in, until it bumped against the back of my throat, causing me to gag slightly.

Immediately he pulled me off a bit. “Careful, little one. Not too much.”

Brushing my hands away, he used his own fingers to mark the point on his cock where I had begun to gag. Then he pressed down again. I took him in as far as I could, to the point he had marked. Then I pulled back, sucking hard, which I know pleased him because he moaned, and when I looked up, I saw he had leaned his head back to rest against the back of the chair. Again I lowered my head down over his cock and pulled back, speeding up as his hand directed me into the pace he wanted. Again and again, my head bobbed up and down on his hardness.

“I’m about to cum, sweetheart,” he gasped out finally, and his hand tightened in my hair, holding me in place just as his cum spurted into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat in a hot jet. I swallowed. Every delicious drop. I swallowed it all. And when he was finished, I used my mouth to search out any stray speck that I might have missed. I didn’t know I would enjoy it so much, not only the taste of a man’s cum, but also the knowledge that I had brought him to such pleasure. I felt, in that moment, as intensely feminine as I had ever felt before or have since. And I learned that the power of a woman is in her ability to create in a man the need for that which only she can give him.

At last, the professor spoke. “Now, little one, it’s your turn. You have definitely earned your reward.”

Standing, he pulled me to my feet and released my hands. He drew me toward his desk and lifted me so that I perched on the top, legs hanging off. His hands went to the buttons of my blouse. “I want to see your breasts, your nipples. Okay?” As if I could deny him anything?

“Yes, sir,” I replied.

He began unfastening the buttons on my pale pink shirt. Once he had them all undone, he pushed the sides apart. My bra was not sexy. Just a plain, basic white. It fastened in back, so he reached up and peeled down the cups. The bra acted as a brace, lifting my breasts up towards him as if in offering. My nipples were a dark, aroused pink, which had tightened into hard little points.

His hands reached up to hold each breast, molding and squeezing. He bent, his mouth fastening over one eager bud. His tongue circled around and around the point before he bit down with a slight but firm pressure and tugged. His left hand continued to play with my other breast as well, his thumb brushing back and forth over that aroused tip. The double stimulation on my breasts shot straight to my pussy and increased my need to orgasm. “Please, sir. Oh, please.” Almost incoherent, I begged him. He just ignored my pleas, however. Releasing my breasts, he stood up to admire his handiwork--the dazed expression in my eyes, my lips parted and panting with need, my nipple gleaming with the wetness from his mouth.

Then he pushed my thighs apart, so wide that it would have been humiliating had I not been in the state I was in. I felt myself falling, so I reached back to recline on my elbows. He bent suddenly and fastened his mouth on my clit, sucking, sucking so strongly that, almost before I realized what was happening, I had cum, hard, my body bucking upwards with the strength of my orgasm. He petted me through the spasms of my climax. When it was over, I thought he was finished, but he didn’t stop, just thrust his fingers back up into me and continued sucking, forcing me again to begin the climb into orgasm. God, it hurt, but it felt so good. I closed my eyes. The need was burning in me, overwhelming me. I came over, and over, and over, collapsing backward on his desk as he relentlessly stimulated my already swollen and aching clit. How many times I reached climax, I do not know, but I was a trembling mass of flesh when he finally stopped.

At last he rose above me, and my eyelids fluttered open to peer up at him as he looked down at me, his face wet with my fluids. Raising his arm, he dragged his sleeve across his mouth, wiping away some of the wetness. My eyes followed his hand when he lowered it again down, down, down to grasp his cock in his hand. A cock that was again hard and swollen and an angry red.

My eyes widened, and he grinned.

I stammered, “You just came. I didn’t think...I mean...isn’t it too soon...”

He just chuckled and stepped into the cradle of my thighs, directing his hardness to my pussy. I felt the pressure as he pushed forward into me, not as easily as I would have thought considering how wet I was. But I was also very swollen, so my pussy was tight and reluctant to accept this new invasion. He pressed forward, gripping my hips and angling my body to allow easier access. Slowly, inch by inch he moved forward until finally he was completely imbedded inside me. “Damn, little one, that feels so good. This is going to be fast. I won’t be able to last very long. You’re so small. I feel like I’m fucking a virgin.”

He held himself still as my body adjusted to his. Then he leaned over me, bracing himself with one hand as he pulled my leg up and over his other arm. Finally he started fucking me. Long, slow, deep thrusts at first. On each stroke he had to work his way carefully back into my swollen channel.

I focused on his face as he began to speed up, his path becoming easier with each

entrance. His eyes were narrowed, almost closed, as if he were lost in deep concentration. Sweat beaded on his forehead, wetting the hair that clung there. His jaw was clenched, and I could see the muscles tense in his neck with every thrust, the heartbeat throbbing in his neck. As he moved faster and faster, pounding into me harder and harder, he began to let off little grunts of exertion. His total focus was on me. All of his concentration, all of his energy, were mine. In that moment, no one was more to him than I was. For a brief flash of time, I was his world. And he, of course, was mine.

Suddenly he dropped my leg and pulled his cock out. With a few quick strokes of his hand, he climaxed, his cum spurting up and hitting my belly, my skirt, my breasts. He stood there, eyes closed, as the seconds ticked past. Then he opened them and his eyes gazed down into mine. We didn’t speak. What was there to say?

He reached over to get some tissue from the box on his desk. Carefully he wiped his cum from me, and then I sat up and helped to clean him up. He lifted me down from the desktop. “Are you all right?”

I bit my lip. Nodded. I felt awkward and uncomfortable and embarrassed now that the passion was gone. I looked around for my clothing, began gathering it together and dressing as he began straightening himself up. After I had finished, I quickly turned toward the door to leave. He stopped me. “Wait.” I turned to look back at him. He walked over and stopped in front of me. Once again I had difficulty meeting his gaze. “Don’t be sorry,” he said.

I shook my head. “I’m not.”

He nodded. “Good.” His hand came up to briefly caress my cheek. Then he went back to his desk and sat down, putting on his glasses.

My hand reached towards the doorknob.

“Have the paper on my desk by Wednesday.”

“Yes, sir.” I exited the room quickly.

As I walked down the deserted hallway and out of the building I realized that I was not the same person who had that room entered not so very long ago. My life had taken a strange and interesting turn, and even as young as I was then, I realized it. Paths that I had laid out for myself, hopes and dreams I had for the future, all that had changed. I learned that I was not the person I had thought I was.

A painful lesson, indeed.

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