Earning Extra Credit (closed)

Trask greeted Briar at the door and let her in. He wore a white terrycloth robe and carried a tumbler of scotch; the chest hair peeking through the V indicated he wore nothing else. The occasional bulge down near his thighs further suggested his mood.

True to form, the professor ogled his student openly. The lustful appreciation of her form was written large on his face. "Very nice, very nice," he murmured as he walked around her. "Almost seems a shame to make you take it off."

He stopped in front of her and sipped from his glass. The alcohol on his breath strongly suggested he this was not his first of the evening.

"Wife is out of town, so we've got the whole night to play, sweet cheeks. I can take my time. No more quick little blow jobs under the desk tonight." There was a slight slur to his words, but the aggression was unmistakable

Trask reached between her thighs. His hand closed down over panties and squeezed. "Silk again. Dressing in style." He chuckled menacingly. "Take them off. I want to feel how wet you are for me."
 
The smell of whiskey made Briar feel uncomfortable, but she figured as long as she was sober she had a touch more control. She walked into the room and placed her bag down gently on the coffee table. She then slowly reached under the skirt of her dress and hooked her thumbs under the waistband of the black silk material and slid them down her legs. She picked up her underwear and folding it, placed it on her bag. She stood straight and looked at Trask.

She hoped he wouldn't notice the dampness forming between her legs. She hated admitting that after everything Trask put her through, the schoolgirl crush she had formed on him in o-week had completely transformed into that of pure hatred. And lust. Her feelings confused her. But, why else did she keep returning when he commanded it?

"Professor, if you're drunk, maybe we shouldn't do anything tonight," Briar said weakly, the words sounding silly as they rambled out of her mouth. It was her last attempt at trying to remove herself from the situation but she could see her words were falling on deaf, tipsy ears. She sighed inwardly and turned to face Trask who was openly undressing her with his eyes. Did the man have no shame, she wondered.
 
Trask jabbed a finger at her. "A, I'm not yet drunk. B, if I were too drunk to stand, I could still get it up. So unless you're sucking my cock, you can shut your whore mouth."

Trask circled around Briar and looped his free hand around her torso. His fingers sought out her breast and began massaging it - albeit a tad roughly. "God, you have great tits," he growled. "Fucking great tits. So fucking big and firm!

Trask ground his crotch against her backside. The lump in his robe grew as his arousal strengthened. "Oh, I'm going to fuck you till you can barely walk!" he grunted. "Bet you can't wait. Bet you're just dying to have more cock up in you. Isn't that right? C'mon, admit it!"

The massive head of Trask's engorged shaft poked free. Still growing, it rose steadily, slipping between the blonde's thighs till she was practically straddling the thick pole. "You wet enough yet? Huh? You better be! C'mon, spread those lips. I'll fuck you right here to start."
 
Briar tried to rip herself out of Trask's arms unsuccessfully. "Professor, stop! Please, you have to let me go!" She was no match for him and it made her struggle even harder. She tried to move away, awkwardly, his hand still grasping her breast.

She turned to him, blushing, while straightening up her dress. "Professor, don't be so rough on me, I know you've had too much to drink, maybe you should slow down a little?" She took his glass from his other hand and instead of putting it down, she drank the remaining whiskey, the brown liquor burning her throat.

"Professor, I think you have the wrong idea. I'm still a virgin and I'm saving myself for the right guy. So I don't know what you think we're going to be doing tonight?"
 
For a brief moment, Trask thought about grabbing the impudent bitch by the throat. How dare she try to dictate terms to him! He ought to throw her down on the bed and fuck her till he'd had his fill.

But even he had to acknowledge that crossed a line. No, violence was easy but foolish. He needed to wake her senses up with something more subtle than a slap upside the head.

Trask stepped towards her till her tits pressed against his chest, forcing her to look sharply up to meet his eyes. He put a hand on her shoulder near her neck to restrain any instinct for her to step back.

"What do you think we're doing here?" he repeated. "What do you think we're doing?"

Trask gave a mocking bark of laughter. "What we're doing here is fulfilling your half of the agreement. You are my personal sex toy, remember? You satisfy my libido when I want and how I want. There was no exception clause to protect your precious pussy.

" What, did you think because I had more restraint than your grubby-handed boyfriends that I wasn't interested in sex?!" He barked again. "Ha! I was taking my time, little girl. I don't have to fuck you on the first night because I want to savor you - bit by bit."

"Now, of course this is all voluntary. You are here because you agreed to be. If you don't want to be here, there's the door." Trask nodded his head in the direction.

"But you break our deal and you can kiss your GPA goodbye. Don't think what you've done thusfar has earned you a passing grade. Also, I'll probably also need to inform Miss Granger that you have abandoned your studies with me. She seemed inclined to dismiss you as a candidate before I intervened, so I suspect your days will be numbered if I withdraw my support.

Trask released her and prepared himself a fresh drink. He then sat down on the bed and reclined against the headboard. "Ooh, I like a good scotch," he murmured quietly between sips.

Trask turned to Briar. "So make up your mind. You're going to come over here, spread those pretty thighs, and impale your pussy on my cock. " Trask's cock perked up at the suggestion and the heavy glans bobbed up from beneath the robe. "Or you walk out that door and say goodbye to your sorority plans. I'm tired of waiting. Fuck me or get the fuck out."
 
Trask's words woke Briar up. Her grades and the sorority. Why did she choose now to grow a spine? She sighed and made her way over to the bed, climbing on the covers. The soft, cushiony covers that she wouldn't be able to enjoy felt nice under her legs. She made her way over to Trask and did what she always did to him.

She got on all fours and took him in her mouth, getting him wet. She took her time sucking the tip of his penis, bobbing her head up and down and trying not to let him near her throat. She felt a hand on her back and heard a ripping as the zip of her dress was undone. It fell down towards Trask's legs. When she was satisfied that she had his penis nice and wet, she got up on her knees.

Looking away from Trask, she pulled her dress up over her head and shuffled over to him. She tried to straddle him, but ended up falling forward. She placed her hands on his chest to brace herself and ended up spilling some of the scotch on him. She licked it off his skin and looked up at him, her green eyes full of fear.

"Professor, please go slow, I've never done this before," Briar begged quietly. She felt Trask's erection brushing against her panties and made a sad moaning sound in her throat, scared of what was ahead of her.
 
Trask rolled his eyes. "Sure you are. You're a blonde bombshell with a delightful talent for sucking cock, but you made it through high school with your virtue intact." He snorted derisively. This girl would apparently say just about anything.

"First, you need to get naked," he continued. Trask grabbed Briar firmly by the shoulders and rolled on top of her. His cock flopped down in the center of her belly as he straddled her. "Get those panties off." Trask curled a hand inside the silk and yanked it roughly down her thighs and calves till he was able to free one ankle. He left the wadded panties around the remaining ankle.

With similar impatience, he rolled her back to their original position with Briar on top. For a brief moment, his thick member was sandwiched between them - till she hastily scrambled back onto her knees.

"Now, you'll be on top, so you can go as slow as you like," he directed. He tried to sound magnanimous, like he was doing her a favor. The truth was that he rather enjoyed watching a woman ride him. Seeing her clutch her belly as his massive cock stretched her to the limit only turned him on more. Plus, if he let her set the pace, he avoided the usual female complaints that he fucked too hard and too fast.

Travis guided the swollen knob up between her labia. Even he had to admit that it looked too big to fit. He said a silent prayer that she was lying about her virginity; this was going to hurt like hell already.

"C'mon now," he urged. "Just lean back on it until it slips inside."
 
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