Personal Persuasion (closed)

[DeepBlue89]

"I'm getting close," Mr. Idris warned me "and I don't want to blow my load all over my desk."

Ordering to go on my knees, although I had already guessed it, the lewd professor ordered me to put his cock in my mouth and swallow his cum. I was obediently, lowering myself just to have that fat cock in front of my face again. Truth be told, and as ashamed as I am to admit this, I was actually looking forward to this - in a morbid curiosity kind of way. I hated Mr. Idris as a human being, but this newfound sexual experience started to awaken something inside of me. Some twisted part of my mind that enjoyed the dirtiness and depravity of being taken advantage of.

How else could I explain how I willing brought the thick mushroom tip of Mr. Idris' cock in my mouth, twirling my tongue around before bobbing my head up and down the surface. I nearly chocked myself a few times, but I didn't let that deter me. In fact, in my own excitement, I took my tits and sandwiched my professor's cock in between the two large mounds, just as I did a few days ago. "You like that? Taking advantage of your big titted student?" I said with heavy breaths, before licking around his cock again. "Fuck you, you fucking asshole..." I then muttered, my tone almost slurred, as if I were drunk. Maybe I was - drunk with depraved thoughts, that is.

I began sucking his cock more, bobbing my head on his cock - tasting the lubricant as I quickly stopped tittyfucking him and instead focused on sucking him off.

 

[saedo]

Lana stared at the thick cockhead before her, clearly intimidated by it. I narrowed my eyes. Was I going to have to get tough with her?

But Lana reached for the massive shaft and guided it inside. Soon her cheeks bulged as she brought the entire helm past her lips.

Lana couldn't manage it for long, though. After teasing my head with her tongue, she popped it free so she could breathe again. After a couple of repetitions, I heard her grumble insults about me in between attempts.

"Why don't you focus your mouth on something useful? " I snarled back. I then grabbed her hair and shoved her by the hair and forced my cock all the way to the back of her mouth. She immediately tried to resist, but I held her there as the first torrential blast of cum spewed into Lana's mouth.

 

[DeepBlue89]

"Why don't you focus your mouth on something useful? "

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Soon, I found myself being forced painfully by the hair, dragged down to my knees to have Mr. Idris' big fat cock shoved into my mouth. My eyes widened at the sensation, feeling myself gag and choke on the monster of a shaft. I groaned, protested before I felt it throb it my mouth - a torrent of hot sticky cum spewing everywhere in my mouth. It filled me up, making me feel as if I couldn't even breathe! I tried to pull myself away but couldn't - forcing myself to swallow as much as I could, with the rest leaking down my mouth and to my breasts.

When Mr. Idris relented, I took a deep desperate breath, staying there on my knees, inhaling as if I had just resurfaced from a pool.

 

[saedo]

Lana seemed to do better at containing my load this time. Actually having my cock in her mouth as it gushed resulted in her keeping pace with the outflow for the first few seconds.

Unfortunately, she eventually fell behind. A mis-timed swallow caused the next surge to trickle out the corners of her mouth. Lana half-choked on the remainder, resulting in a sizable quantity spilling out onto her face and chest.

"You seem to like my cum on your tits," I chuckled as Lana began wiping up the sticky jism. "Each time, you wind up covered in it."

Lana hustled to redress. No doubt she feared I might make her suck me off again if she lingered. She'd be right, too.

"I should have your pills early next week. We'll get you started on them right away, but it'll take a little while to kick in." I thought for a moment, then circled a date on my desk calendar. "We'll do our next session then. I'm thinking I'll get us a hotel room for the night; I plan to fuck you hard, so might as well have a soft bed. I'll text you the details of when and where. "

 

[DeepBlue89]

"I should have your pills early next week. We'll get you started on them right away, but it'll take a little while to kick in. We'll do our next session then. I'm thinking I'll get us a hotel room for the night; I plan to fuck you hard, so might as well have a soft bed. I'll text you the details of when and where. "

I didn't even say anything.

It felt as if I needed to run out of there whenever I got the chance, so as soon as I put my clothes back on, I grabbed my things and bolted. Of course, I'm sure that Mr. Idris knew that I wasn't going to cry out for help or anything - he had the leverage needed to get me to do anything. This realization terrified me, as my mind began to accept that I was utterly helpless and completely at his whim.

I cried when I got back to my dorm, taking a shower to wipe off the cum from my skin.

Was I really doomed to lose my virginity to this man? Did I really have no escape?

I prayed that he would let me loose. I prayed that somehow, this pervert would show some empathy for me and drop everything. For a while, I led this delusion consume me, especially as I didn't receive any texts or calls from him. Still, according to Henry, I looked easily startled.

If only he knew why.

 

[saedo]

The Internet being what it was, I found a plethora of sources for her pills. But as my forefinger hovered over the mouse, I hesitated. If I could get her birth control, what other options might also be available?

It took me another hour and a half of browsing before I found the perfect solution. The chemical's name was as long as my arm, but the promised effects were pure dynamite. Ostensibly it was designed to promote lactation, but the most prominent side effect was "may cause heightened libido." I chuckled aloud just thinking about how Lana might react to those.

Naturally I placed a rush order so that I could have them them first thing on Monday. I made yet another excuse at the end of that day's lecture to have Lana wait after class. When the rest of the students filed past, I handed her a small package.

"The stuff is inside with the instructions," I advised. "Follow them closely. Wouldn't want any mistakes." Naturally I'd replaced the original warning labels lest she figure out just exactly what I was giving her. I wondered how long it would take her to figure out the truth.

The next day I booked us a suite at the Continental Hotel for Friday evening and texted her the details. I spent the next few days in eager anticipation.

 

[DeepBlue89]

Eventually, Monday came - another class with Mr. Idris.

I must have had a mini panic attack after class, hearing his voice call me out and ask me to stay after class. My group of friends, and Henry, were worried. From their point of view, it looked as if I were in trouble with my professor. Their inquiries jumped from whether I was failing his class, to the possibility that I was going to be expelled for plagiarizing. I, of course, told them that my meetings with Mr. Idris were just for tutoring...but I don't think they bought it. Not only did I have to worry about dealing with Mr. Idris' blackmail, but of my friends catching on and finding out the truth. The truth that could very well ruin my life.

"The stuff is inside with the instructions," he advised me, handing over the small package "Follow them closely. Wouldn't want any mistakes."

I didn't even answer Mr. Idris, but quite frankly I don't think he cared. With the package in my purse, I anxious made my way back to my dorm room before I read the instructions and took my first pill. Staring at my reflection from my bathroom mirror, I whined and whimpered, holding my face with my hands.

The wait until Friday was going to be a hard one.

..

On that Friday morning, I sat in my room, anxiously staring at my phone. I wondered - or better put, prayed - on whether Mr. Idris would have a change of heart and leave me alone. I took the silence so far as a good one, up until I got the details. A room at the Continental Hotel.

"Damn it!" I groaned as I hit my own table, my heart pounding like a drum before I left my hotel room, ignoring all texts and calls coming from my friends, my heartbeat almost deafening, as I hysteria began to set in. I swear, every gaze I got made me feel as everyone was judging me..

 

[saedo]

I opened the door to the hotel room after hearing a trepidatious knock. "Hello," I greeted Lana. "You're very nearly on time. Good."

I stepped aside as she strode in. I'd instructed her to wear something sexy, but Lana had encased herself in a trench coat. My curiosity as to her attire would have to wait.

I, on the other hand, wore one of the plush bathrobes. A simple tug at the knot at my waist would have me ready to go.

I gestured to the bottle of scotch I'd brought with me. I'd already poured myself a measure over ice. "Care for a drink?" I inquired. "Or are you ready to get started?"

 

[DeepBlue89]

"Hello, you're very nearly on time. Good."

"Y-Yeah..."

I couldn't believe this piece of shit. He got me here by blackmailing me, holding my fate over my head and threatening me (although implicitly at this point) and yet he had the gall to bring up that I wasn't here on time? I nearly grunted in anger as I walked in, my right hand clutching on my trench coat. As if I wanted to prevent myself from ever taking this off. Awaiting him inside where my gigantic watermelon sized tits, encased in a white lacy bra and from the way that his eyes kept trying to peek at the slight opening, showed me that he didn't want to wait. Hell, he was in a bathrobe and I was sure that there was nothing underneath. He was dying to get started, that sick fuck.

He gestured towards the bottle of scotch.

"Care for a drink? Or are you ready to get started?"

Maybe I can stall. Maybe I could get him so drunk that I could sneak out of here and he'd think we did something. After all, he was old right? How much alcohol could he possible handle?

With a very slight smile, I said "I'd like a drink, please."

 

[saedo]

I poured her a scotch on the rocks. Given her reaction, she was not a practiced drinker. Still, she choked down several swallows of liquid courage.

"Alright," I declared, "let's get started." I pointed to her trench coat and gestured for her to remove it. "Let's see what you've got on under there."