Uncharted waters(closed)

[Elise_Costello]

Dahlia could feel her pulse quicken as Mr. Stark spoke, remembering all too well the other night as she tried to keep her cheeks from growing flushed. She was mildly worried that they were going to just be in here, but at the same time she wasn't completely sure 'worry' was the only feeling. Swallowing hard, Dal pushed away those thoughts and moved over to sit at the desk that had been moved into the office. It was all set-up with pretty much everything she should need for the tasks they had discussed in the library but...she still wasn't sure if he had something else planned.

His last comment gave her pause, her jaw tightening as she was unable to keep her face from growing red. Her hands gripped the hem of her skirt as she considered her options. Right now she could say something; lay down some ground rules. That what happened in the library was--it was just a one-time thing. It was barely even that; she hadn't really been for it. He'd just been so direct and her body had been so in need of release. A strange and desperate moment that wouldn't happen again. That she expected him to behave appropriately and in a professional capacity like she would...But Dahlia just bit down on her words and made no comment. Maybe it was better to just not mention it. Ignore it and he'd get the message right?

Making her way to the chair, she pulled it out and sat down, setting her bag on the floor near her chair before turning halfway in the seat to look at him. "Alright, so what is it you need my help with today, Professor?"

 

[extreme_hetro_sex]

Ethan knew what he wanted to do. He thought about her a lot during the weekend. He even fantasized about her naked body while fucking that woman during the weekend. “What the hell was her name?” he thought.

Ethan made a decision that he would not touch her until she begs for it. He wanted to fuck her brain out. He also knew she wouldn’t resist his advance. He had her. She was his slave. He wanted to play with her. He knew deep down in her, there’s a willing girl who wants to submit. He wanted her to realize her own deep dark desires.

“Miss. Rivers, before you start your work, there’s a thing I want you to do. Remove your panties and put it on my desk.” he told her. A devilish grin appeared on his face.

 

[Elise_Costello]

Dahlia felt her eyes go wide as she heard Mr. Stark ask her to take her panties off. Or rather, she heard him order her to. Her mind was instantly preparing to be livid, tell him to knock it off because this wasn't okay and he should be ashamed for thinking she'd let him get away with this. But there was a strange tingling running inside her at that tone. At the thought. Dal was torn on what to do, sitting frozen for several long seconds. Finally, she spoke.

"If I don't...are you going to turn in the video?" There was something in her eyes, her voice so meek compared to usual. It wasn't fear--not really. It was a silent plea for him to give her an excuse. A way to definitely justify what she still had yet to come to terms with consciously as she knew deep down, if she got up and left right now and told him she wasn't okay with this, he was the kind of man who wouldn't stop her. But right now, she needed to think he was. "Are you saying I have to do as you say?" Her lips quivered, her hands already resting on her hips, where she knew the top of her panties were.

 

[extreme_hetro_sex]

Ethan saw Dal’s hands move to top of her skirt. Her body language was betraying her. He knew she was ready to take her panties off. She just needed the reason, a mental satisfaction that she was protesting him. He could tell that from the expressions on her face. She wanted to tell herself that she had to do as he said. So he decided to give her that excuse.

“Yes, I’ll definitly turn in the video. Miss Rivers, I already touched your intimate part once. I was responsible for your last roof shattering orgasm unless you had another one during this weekend. So be a good girl and pull that already soaked panties down. You are getting wet, aren’t you?” he asked her in a commanding voice.

 

[Elise_Costello]

There was no other choice--it's what she kept telling herself as she listened to his answer. Sher fingers shook at his comment about how she was already wet, her lips pursing as she felt her cheeks redden. She hadn't thought about it, and she was almost sure they wouldn't be. They couldn't be, right? But as she turned slightly to the side and hooked her fingers in the band of her underwear under her skirt and pulled them down, she saw a glistening line darkening the crotch of her plain navy blue panties. Dal swallowed hard, trying to not think of what it meant. Her body just did that sometimes. It wasn't because of Mr. Stark...

Lifting her feet, Dahlia got them from around her ankles and folded them up out of habit before setting them on the corner of the professor's desk. She didn't make any eye contact before going back the few feet to the chair she'd bee sitting at and making sure her skirt was tucked under her bare bottom as she sat back down.

"Alright, now what are you going to have me help you with today, Mr. Stark?" She tried to act like nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

 

[extreme_hetro_sex]

“It’s all regular work, my pet, scanning and saving on the computer. I hope you don’t leave stains on your skirt because it would be difficult for you to walk around with the stained skirt. I recommend you to remove your skirt or tug it up around your waist so there’s no evidence of your arousal,” he said with a mischievous grin.

Ethan fetched her panties and smelled it. The smell of her arousal was intoxicating. He stood up and pulled a chair close to her desk. He wiped his mouth with her wet panties. He looked down to her body. He could sense her nervousness. He was aroused by her helpless situation. He was like a wild animal that was playing with his prey before killing it. It was a satisfactory feeling for him.

“Miss. Rivers, do you know that it’s in human nature to control things. Every human being wanted to control their own fate. They wanted to feel in command. The governments want to control the people they govern. The employers want to control the employees. To control is the ultimate fantasy for everyone. Very few can let that control go. Miss. Rivers, you are one of the few. You want to let the control on your life go and I am going to take that control,” he told her without a pause.

Ethan got up again. He returned with a medium sized stick from his desk. He used it to point something out for students. It was medium sized stick with a blunt edge. He pulled his chair close to Dahlia’s desk. He locked his eyes with her and whispered, “Miss. Rivers, let’s have some fun before you start your work.”

Ethan slowly put the stick on Dahlia’s bare thigh. He pressed the blunt edge of the stick hard on her soft bare skin. He slowly lifted the fabric of her skirt resting on her bare thighs. He lift the fabric until the view under her skirt was visible to him.

“Now, spread your legs, Miss. Rivers,” he ordered her.

 

[Elise_Costello]

Dal felt her shoulders slightly tense at him calling her pet, the talk of work mixed with sexually charged statements. She was trying so hard to pretend things were normal. Even as she felt herself start to grow a little damp and she shifted on her skirt uncomfortably. He was right, admittedly...She subtly moved her skirt so it wasn't under her, frowning at the fact that it would just mean her juices would end up on the chair. Her hands pressed against the desk as he continued to speak, talking like he knew stuff about her he couldn't. He didn't--it wasn't possible. He knew her as a student and...and one small, brief incident in the library.

Her cheeks flushed rosy as she turned her gaze away, thinking yet again about the feelings that night as Mr. Stark said he was going to take control. Dahlia was silent, but there was clearly a tension around the air about her as she heard the screak of wooden chair legs sliding across the floor. She had glanced up to see what exactly he was doing, their gaze meeting as he drew closer with his chair. In his hand was the pointer stick her used during his lectures, telling her he wanted to have some fun before they started the work. The cool air of the office slowly brushed against her bare flesh as she felt him moving the stick along her thigh, pushing her skirt up. She didn't move--only trembled, her pace starting to quicken as her lower half was left totally uncovered.

She wondered briefly why she wasn't grabbing her skirt and pulling it back down and tell Mr. Stark to stop. She wasn't okay with this, was she? Dal was pretty sure this just wasn't something she would be alright with, and yet his command to spread her legs filled her ears and she didn't have an instinct to argue. To scream and slap him and run away. Her lips parted in the faintest of gasps as she felt her skin raised in goosebumps along her arms. Her heart thudded against her chest as she looked into those intense eyes. Just as before, she knew she could tell him this wasn't okay and shove him back and just leave...

And yet what she found herself doing surprised her once more, her knees parting as she clutched the sides of the chair and moved her legs apart. It was terrifying and yet thrilling, to be exposed and vulnerable as she looked down to see a tiny glistening trail already forming from her bare slit. There was a small, quiet part of her that was scared. This was new and wrong and everything she knew up until now said she was helpless. But it wasn't the fact that made her scared--it was that she was...was intrigued by it. Was slightly hoping to feel once again what she had felt in the library, though she would never admit it.

"L-like...this?" Her voice was faint, not fragile but small. Dahlia wondered just what the professor had been thinking. What he had planned for her tonight. "Now what?"

 

[extreme_hetro_sex]

The view of Dahlia’s wet pussy was fantastic. Her arousal was evident. Her pussy was dripping wet. There was a wet spot on the chair. The chance to fuck her was there, but Ethan wanted to tease her until she begs for his touch. He didn’t surprise when she obediently spread her legs. It was a treat to watch her obey the order. She had a completely shaved pussy. He remembered their last encounter. He remembered how his fingers ventured the depth of her tight pussy. He also remembered how her pussy walls had tried to clinch his fingers when she had her climax. A broad smile appeared on his face.

Ethan’s own arousal was making him uncomfortable. His hard dick was making an impressive bulge in his pants. He shifted in his chair to be comfortable. He was calm. His gaze was on her face. He didn't answered her question.

Ethan caressed Dahlia’s inner thighs with the edge of the stick. He moved the stick further up next to her wet pussy. He could sense her body tensed with every move of the stick. The movement of the stick was slow. He wanted her to anticipate the movement.

After some teasing, he finally pressed the edge on her pussy. It was a soft touch to stimulate her outer pussy lips. He made a circle with the edge. He was watching her reactions. Then, suddenly, he hit her inner thigh with the stick. It was a harmless strike. It might not sting on her soft skin, but it had a surprise element. He quickly moved the edge of the stick back on her pussy lips. He started a slow rubbing.

 

[Elise_Costello]

Dahlia didn't get an answer, at least not one she could hear. But it was certainly one she could feel as the cool metal of the pointer moved along her skin. The only sound was her rapidly quickening breathing, her fingers white-knuckling the edge of the chair as she couldn't tear her eyes away from the professor's gaze. Maybe it was because she didn't want to see what he was doing to her. Or maybe it was because she didn't want to see how her body was reacting to it. Of course, it was her body and thus impossible to completely ignore just but not looking. The heat burning across her face and the tingling between her legs as he ran the stick along her outer lips was more than apparent.

Dahlia gasped audibly when she felt the gentle smack of the metal on her inner thigh, not from pain so much as surprise. Whatever the fuck he was doing, he was doing it well she assumed because she felt her nipples pressing against the fabric of her bra, every heaving breath making them rub against it more now as she felt her body tensing. It was only a fraction of what she'd felt in the library, but it was maddening all the same. His eyes, the silence, the feel of the metal--it was too much for her to just sit still any longer.

"M-mr. Stark, I asked you a q-question. What...what now? W-what are you...what are you going to do?" Her voice was so small, so fragile. It was almost like hearing a stranger speak to her. She was indeed slightly concerned with what all he had planned--how far he thought he was going to go. Dahlia couldn't deny her body ached for the feeling he had given her last Friday, but she still had a boyfriend. She still had her dignity. No, that wasn't the right word...she had something. Her brain was growing slightly fuzzy, but she wasn't the type of girl who just did things like this...

 

[extreme_hetro_sex]

Ethan tried to ignore Dahlia’s question. He just wanted to concentrate on teasing her. He started rubbing the edge of the pointer with some pressure. He didn’t care for her pleasure. He was just enjoying the helpless expressions on her face.

Ethan pulled the pointer away from Dahlia’s drenched pussy. There was a trail of pussy juice on the edge of the pointer. He put the edge on her lips and ordered, “Lick your arousal, Miss. Rivers. Look, how much your body is betraying you. How wet and ready your pussy is for penetration. You would cum like a whore, if I finger you now.”

Ethan remembered Dahlia asked him a question. He smiled and got up from the chair.

“Miss. Rivers, I am going to give you a task. You have to scan two hundred pages of books in the next fifteen minutes. If you fail to do the task, there will be a punishment for you. And your time starts now,” he told her and took a seat in his comfortable ergonomic chair. He licked the remaining pussy juice from the tip of the pointer before putting it on the desk.

Ethan waited for fifteen minutes. He glanced in Dahlia’s direction a couple of times. He tried to read a file, but couldn’t concentrate. He checked his wristwatch couple of times to see the time. When the fifteen minutes were over, he got up from his chair. He approached Dahlia’s desk and asked,”So my pet, time’s up. Did you complete the task?”

 

[Elise_Costello]

Mr. Stark still didn't answer her as he ran the pointer over her sex, her cheeks continuing to redden as her hips squirmed in slight. It wasn't exactly getting her anywhere so much as making her body want. Making her body need. It felt almost as teasing as an entire fucking session with Cam, though still only half as unsatisfying. When he finally moved the stick away, he lifted it to her face. Dahlia could see the glistening strand of her own fluid, the professor ordering her to taste herself. Slowly, she leaned her head forward and ran her tongue over the cold, metallic tip. There was more of her juices on it than she expected. In truth she was getting almost painfully aroused as he teased her. But she wouldn't say anything. She couldn't admit it openly...Wven as he said the word 'penetration', her face showed fear but her slit only trickled more.

He finally gave some concrete orders that weren't perverse. But to her disdain, they were the next worst thing--virtually impossible. Before she was even ready, he told her to start. For several moments she scrambled, tossing her skirt back down to cover her shame as she stared st the stack of books and the equipment. Dal knew how it all worked, but it took her several extra seconds to reach over and turn the scanner on. Her pale fingers grasped a book, the title looking like Latin in her distracted gaze, unable to read any words as she simply started scanning as quickly as she could. For all she knew, these were all the wrong books, or ones already scanned in--the young woman's mind was elsewhere as she tried to ignore the feel of Mr. Stark's gaze on her as she worked. The minutes ticked by, the number of pages stacking up.

Dahlia knew that she had never scanned this quickly before, but even so, at this rate she'd maybe break almost 120-ish if she kept the pace nonstop. She purses her lips, trying to dig down deep to that part of her that always seemed to find a way to excel at any challenge she faced. But as he told her time was up, she glanced at the page count and saw the total was only 98. The brunette felt her self grow slightly angry as she stared at her failure and then to the professor.

"No--because it's impossible! The scanning equipment even at its fastest and with the steadiest hands can't meet 200 pages in only fifteen minutes...This wasn't fair. You cheated! There wasn't any way I could do this and you knew it..." Her voice was flattering as she realized he was drawing closer, that gaze as intense as ever. He held the pointer in his hand, and she felt herself tremble. "Y-you...you're going to punish me for not finishing the task, aren't you? Even though it wasn't fair..." The anger in her voice was gone, replaced by something else entirely as she found herself simply waiting to hear what he had planned now. There was an ache inside her and it was growing, despite her pretenses.

 

[extreme_hetro_sex]

Ethan knew the task was next to impossible. It was an excuse to punish her. He knew she also wanted to be punished. He came close to her. Their faces inches away from each other. He could sense her fear. He would love to make her submit herself to him. He was getting a huge boner and he didn’t even touch her yet.

“Miss. Rivers, yes, the task was difficult but not impossible. You could have done better. Well, you have to take the punishment. Now, get on your knees. I want to show you something,” he told her that and unbuttoned his pants.

Ethan pulled his pants down. He stood there shamelessly in her underwear then he ordered her,”Okay, my pet, your punishment is to satisfy my needs with your oral skills.”

 

[Elise_Costello]

Dahlia was hesitant to move down to the floor, but after only a few moments resigned her mental protests and did as she was told. The carpeting was rough and not thick at all; good for easy cleaning but it was clearly not meant to be used for worship. Her knees were already uncomfortable as Mr. Stark drew nearer and pulled his pants down. Her eyes went wide as he alluded to what he wanted her to do. It felt...a little much. What they--well, what he had done to her in the library was one thing. Putting your fingers in somebody was personal, but it felt far less explicit than other things.

The thought of touching the professor's dick was far less intimidating than letting him invade her mouth. She steeled her gaze as best she could as her hands slowly moved to pull his member free. It had been difficult to tell how big he was or wasn't with his erection trapped inside his boxers, but the moment she grasped the waistband and pulled down, his fully-hard cock sprung up before her eyes. Her lips parted in a gasp, partially from surprise and partly because of something...else. Something she pushed to the back of her mind.

Dal hadn't seen all that many in person, but without a doubt, Mr. Stark was definitely more endowed then her boyfriend. It took her a moment to collect herself as she tried to get more comfortable on the floor, and with what she was about to do. This all seemed a little surreal; just four days ago everything was so normal. Was it great, being scared of a teacher catching her cheating and Cam just being Cam and everything always busy, work, work, work? ...Did that matter, though? Wasn't that just what her life...was? All the effort and time so that eventually she'd reap the reward--years in the future? Maybe even longer after?

"Mr. S-stark, I...I can use my hands but I don't think I feel comfortable with using my m--with more than that." She muttered, one trembling hand moving to the base of his shaft and the other slowly going to cup at his balls. Dahlia inhaled sharply, biting her lip as her brain and body tried to make sense of it all. This was in a way so familiar; countless times she would give Cameron a handy to keep him happy when he pawed at her and she was just not feeling it. But this felt...different. Not only because her fingers didn't quite touch when wrapped around his girth, and there was a more heady, masculine scent of his skin and sweat.

But she felt different. This wasn't just a mundane task she felt obligated to do. In a way it technically was, but there was a part of her that felt enticed. Curious. There was something so wrong about this. Something dirty, something taboo and it was exciting. Moreso than most of her daily life ever was by a fair amount as she began to move her hand up and down his shaft, moving her wrist around as well in a constant rhythm as her fingers tightened periodically. "See? It's pretty much just as good. I don't do poor quality jobs of any sort, professor." Her voice was still so small, though she had found a faint spark of her usual proud, sure tone. But her cheeks were still burning red and the wetness between her legs was only growing with every stroke.

 

[extreme_hetro_sex]

Ethan was amused when she obediently set on her knees in front of him. He was expecting a huge protest. She should be protesting his command. Instead she accepted her fate. She tentatively pulled his boxer down. His impressive erection sprung out from his boxer and almost hit her chin.

Ethan smiled when he saw Dahlia’s expressions after watching his huge erect member. She looked impressed by the size of his dick. She was trying to compose herself. He noticed her hesitation. He wasn’t surprised when she offered to use her hands. It was her attempt to salvage some dignity. He wanted to fuck her mouth and he had an evil plan.

“Al right, my pet, you can use your hands, but remember you have to satisfy your master,” he told her and closed his eyes. He was ready for the touch. He tried to remember the time when a woman half of his age touched his penis. It hadn’t happened.

Ethan felt her cold trembling palm around his throbbing dick. The sensation was new to him. He had received many hand jobs in the past, but never from a hesitant woman. It was nice. He stood there like a rock not moving an inch towards her. He was surprised when her skilled hands started to work on his erection. She might have done this many time, he thought.

“Yes, my pet, you are really good at this,” he answered her with a moan. He realized, the fear was absent in her voice.

Ethan started moving his pelvic to match the movements of her hands. It was a heavenly feeling. There was a drop of pre-cum forming on the mushroom head of his dick. An evil plan emerged in his brain.

“Miss. Rivers, could you just use the tip of your tongue a little to wipe my pre cum. I don’t want any stain on your clothes,” he asked her politely.

 

[Elise_Costello]

At first, Dahlia had thought it was strange that Mr. Stark was calling her pet as a term of endearment. But after he referred to himself as her 'master', she had a feeling it was not quite a term of endearment so much as station. She wasn't quite sure how to feel about it then, this all being just so new. So much...so instead she set her focus to the task at hand--'Is now the time for puns, brain?' Dal was almost surprised at his compliment, however slight, and the moan of his voice. It was the most vulnerable sounding he had been with her that she could recall. And it wasn't like Cameron's desperate, primal grunts or his incessant talking and reassuring about how 'fucking good' it felt or how 'hot' it was when she 'jerked his cock real good'. Fuck, even just recalling any of those times with her actual boyfriend made her stomach knot with frustration and annoyance more than guilt. It made her have to slow down for a second to keep from squeezing to tightly, her hands wanting to ball up from thinking about it.

God, this was wrong--this whole ordeal. For so many numerous and valid reasons. The least of which being the fact that she was already in a exclusive relationship...So why, when the professor asked her to lick the tip clean of his pre, did she pause? Not because she wondered if he thought her that naive, but because she was considering playing along. Dahlia didn't honestly believe Mr. Stark thought she was that innocent or dumb enough to fall for what basically equated to "Hey! Look over there!" No, he was an intelligent and thoughtful man. He understood the subtleties in her actions. The underlying whims and feelings behind her every word it seemed. The faintest glint in her gaze was like an open book--at least when it came to these sexual desire that bubbled under the surface. Even Dal hadn't and still didn't fully understand what he body was feeling. Wanting.

On the one hand it worried her, these strange and new needs her body was aching for. The things she was doing and willing to do. On the other...Mr. Stark seemed more than willing to play the part she needed for her to play the one he wanted. The oppressor; the villain who was forcing her to do what he wanted. Their eyes met and she knew that he could see the brief conflict in her eyes, and the acceptance. Despite there not really being any real loss or gain from her keeping up this pretense she was so desperately clinging to, she just couldn't find the will to pull away from yet just yet. So with an unassuming tone that belied her knowing gaze, Dahlia locked her gaze with the professor as her delicate hands continued to move along his shaft, her body slightly swaying in time with the motion.

"I suppose there's no harm, Professor. Definitely can't make a mess that somebody could see when I leave...right?" Slowly, she took a deep breath and leaned her head forward. Her lips parted, tongue slowly beginning to slide out from those soft plum-colored lips. Dahlia didn't look away from those eyes, seeing his intent even before his hands moved to tangle in her hair. Her body trembled, very slightly from fear--but mostly from anticipation. Excitement. A gasp tried to make it's way from her lungs seconds before the sound was stopped as she felt his hands firmly holding her face captive, his cock moving into her hot, open mouth. Her hands left his shaft, pressing against his thighs just enough for him to know they were there.

It was an empty struggle, her mouth not resisting in the slightest. Had she really not wanted this, all she would have had to do was clamp down. But the feeling and the taste of him along her tongue, the look in his eyes as he took what he wanted...It was hypnotizing as she found herself unable to muffle all her faint moans around the wet sound of him pushing into her throat, heat surging down between her legs with every 'stolen' thrust. Thoughts of guilt and confusion were all but gone. She hadn't had a choice; this was out of her hands. Dahlia had simply done as she was asked, and what had happened simply happened. Far be it for her to fight it, right?

 

[extreme_hetro_sex]

Ethan wanted her to comply his order silently, but she started talking about how she also didn’t want to mess her clothes. Her relaxed attitude puzzled him. He thought she would be tense and unwilling.

Dahlia again surprised Ethan by not backing down or resisting. Ethan knew she wouldn’t fall for the age old trick of “lick just a tip.” He was ready to bang his dick in her mouth when she opened his mouth and slid her tongue for the lick. He could see an invitation to invade her mouth in her eyes. He grabbed the back of her head and entered his huge throbbing dick in a flash. He almost hit the back of her throat.

Ethan paused for a moment to feel the wet tight sensation of her mouth around his dick. He closed his eyes to feel the friction of her tongue under his dick. It felt heavenly. He tightened his grip on her hair. He pulled out a little and rammed his dick again. This time he hit the back of her throat.

Ethan looked down to notice her reactions. Their eyes met and he could see a total surrender in her eyes. That made his dick to jump a notch in her mouth. He was aroused beyond his own imagination. Those huge puppy eyes made him realized what he missed his entire life.

Ethan started a to and fro motion of his dick in her mouth. His eyes were locked with hers. They were communicating silently like a master and a slave. He could feel her hands caressing his thighs. He was holding her hair tightly and pushing his huge dick in the depth of her mouth.

Ethan started grunting with pleasure as he picked up the pace. His eyes were still on her face. He could sense she was moving rhythmically to match his thrust. Her soft lips made a tight grip around his moving shaft. His strokes were becoming rougher by the moments.

“Ah…Miss. Rivers, you have a tight little mouth. I could fuck it all day. You look like a cum slut, who would love to swallow a huge load,” he said and thrust his dick in. This time he threw out all the caution and hit the back of her throat hard. He tightly held her head so she couldn’t move away from his assault. Her lips were almost touching the base of his huge dick. He stayed in that position for a moment, he, holding her head while his dick head was touching the back of her throat, then he completely let her head go. He wanted to see her reaction.

 

[Elise_Costello]

Dahlia had turned her mind off, letting her body simply take over as Mr. Stark used her as he pleased. Her head was bobbing almost on its own accord as he gripped her hair in his hand and thrust his hips forward. She could feel heat roiling in her stomach, every time he hit the wall in her throat sending her juices trickling. It was so wrong--so filthy. She was filthy. Letting this older man just fuck her face like some cheap whore. Anyone who saw her would have said so. Anybody who ever found out would always think her just a skank...so why was she moaning around him stuffing her throat so violently? The professor then told her she looked like a cum slut, hungry for his seed. She could see his eyes and the look in them made her knees weak as he thrust forward brutally.

Mr. Stark was far bigger than any boyfriend she had ever had; while she considered herself quite decent at deepthroating after years of experience, him pushing all the way in was almost too much. Her body panicked, needing air as he filled up every posdible inch he could inside her throat. It ached from this new girth, tears running down her face as she pushed against his hips. Dahlia gagged, unable to make any sound as spit ran down her lips until he pulled out. The girl gasped for air and fell back a bit, chest heaving. She had never been handled so roughly; all her boyfriend's had treated her like glass. Like she was made of cotton and lace.

"Mr. S-stark!" Her eyes were wide, trying to decide what she was feeling. A part of her said she should be furious--livid he did something so brutish without warning or permission...but the bigger part of her was soaking wet and tingling just thinking about it. About being not only seen as some proud, competent and capable young woman who always had the answer to everything and could solve any problem because that was who she was. But the professor had just done as he wanted. Listened to what his body demanded and her body had given so easily. It wasn't responsiblility, wasn't thinking or analyzing or trying. It was...freeing. And it felt. So. Good.

Dal felt her fingers shaking. She wasn't this girl--this, this wanton slut. She couldn't be! It didn't make any sense! And yet she found herself looking up with pleading, questioning eyes as Mr. Stark stood silent and throbbing.

"W-why...did you stop?" It was all she could form for words as she readjusted herself to her knees, waiting.

 

[extreme_hetro_sex]

Ethan wasn’t expecting this conversation. He thought Dahlia might get up and ran away from him. He wasn’t expecting her plea to continue. He smiled and grabbed her hair again. This time he roughly rubbed her face in his crotch. His huge erect penis hit her forehead couple of times.

“You are a good cum slut, Miss. Rivers. Are you hungry for my cum? Do you want to swallow my seeds?” Ethan asked Dahlia. He pulled her face away from his crotch and roughly pushed his huge dick in her inviting mouth.

Ethan threw every caution out and started ramming her mouth. His strokes were chaotic. He didn’t care about her comfort. He just wanted to fill her tight mouth with his semen. He could feel his climax building in his balls. His to and fro rhythm was frenetic. He was grunting with every inward stroke of his penis. He could feel the friction of her soft lips and her tongue around his dick. Her saliva was oozing from her lips with every outward stroke of his penis.

There wasn’t any restrain on Ethan’s behalf. He was giving everything in his savage strokes. It wasn’t a blow job. It was a rough fuck her mouth. He was sensing his own release. He tightened his grip on her hair. A grunt escaped from his mouth as he started spraying his seeds in her wet mouth. He held her face close as he buried his ejaculating dick in the depth of her mouth. He tried to maintain his balance by holding her head. He emptied a huge load in her tight mouth. He wanted her to swallow every drop of his seeds. He wanted to make sure she didn’t spill a single drop on her clothes so he ordered her, “Now, it’s time to swallow your master’s present to you, my little cum hungry pet. Swallow every drop.”

 

[Elise_Costello]

Dahlia looked into those hungry eyes as the professor shoved her face against him, him manly scent filling her senses. He smacked his cock against her, making sure she knew her place as she knelt at his feet and felt her cunt dripping and quivering with every filthy word. Her mind was blank as she parted her lips to try and answer, but found it instead filled once again with the heady taste of cock. Whatever care he had taken before had been tossed out the window as Dal felt Mr. Stark using her face like his personal fucktoy. There was no caution, so hesitation or gentleness as he slammed his shaft into her mouth, her throat aching as he stretched it like it had never been before. Spit dribbling down her chin, tears running down her cheeks. Her face was completely red as she gagged and shuddered around the onslaught.

Without realizing it, Dahlia had slid one of her hands down between her legs, needing to relieve the ache that this treatment had been building in her. The feel of being handled like she was only good for sucking dick, the taboo of what they were doing, Mr. Stark's cock tensing as she felt him about to dump his load down her throat--it was too much to ignore. His fingers curled tighter in her hair a second before he let out the sounds of his orgasm. Every muscle stiffened as he pushed in as far as he could, his thrusts halting as he held her face on his cock as he emptied himself in her. She could feel each pulse in the muscles of her throat, her eyes almost rolling back from the lack of air as the seconds ticked by. Heat was roiling in her stomach as every last bit of his cum was settled inside it, his girth softening as he slid out.

The brunette gasped desperately for air, falling to all fours as she felt the room spinning. Her lips were numb, her throat aching painfully as a few trails of spit fell to the carpet from her lips. Heat ran down her cheeks, her skin on fire. Dal could taste him along the back of her throat, his thick flavor on her tongue. His words still rang in her ears, and as the delicious pain started to recede, she felt a sick feeling starting to creep in with reality. As much as Cameron didn't satisfy her, didn't ever make her feel like this, he was her boyfriend. And she'd not only just let another man fuck her face and cum down her throat--but a teacher. And...she'd enjoyed it.

Dal closed her eyes, all too aware of the heat between her legs and dripping down her thighs. She had wanted this--deep down, somewhere dark and ugly that she tried to hide away. Even now as she felt the guilt coming up, all she could think of besides how wrong and fucked up this whole thing was, was the feel of the professor's fingers inside her the other night. Her fingers shook as she wiped her mouth on the back of her hand and slowly pushed herself to her feet. She didn't dare look up, unsure of what feeling to embrace. A part of her wanted to throw up and cry, and a part of her wanted...more. It was a confusing tug-of-war as the young woman felt for the chair behind her and sat back down. The line in-between left her somewhat numb as the two halves fought silently in her mind.

"If...if you're finished then, was there anything else you needed me to do?" Dahlia clutched the hem of her skirt, her gaze still downcast as she quietly asked the question. She was mostly referring to the book work, but there was a strong suspicion that most of his plans for her today had not been academic...

 

[extreme_hetro_sex]

Ethan was satisfied with Dahlia’s oral skill. He could not believe she didn’t hesitate. She swallowed every drop of his semen. He was proud of her. He knew she would be a good sub, but he didn’t realize she would be willing to do the tasks so early.

Ethan loved to control things. He never thought he would find a beautiful girl to control. There wasn’t any self-reproach or hesitation on his part. He didn’t feel guilty for exploiting his student sexually. An animal instinct surfaced in his mind. He didn’t feel regret of doing these perverted things to Dahlia. Something was changed in him and he loved the change.

Ethan caressed Dahlia’s messed up face. He smiled and said, “My pet, you served me good today. You let me use your tight mouth as my personal fuck toy. I would like to return the favor. Now, come with me and lie on your back on my desk then spread your legs.”

Ethan held Dahlia’s hand and led her to his desk. He made some space on that large mahogany desk by removing some items from the surface. Then, he signaled Dahlia to lie on her back on that cold surface. He brought a chair near the desk and waited for her to take her position. Her panties were still on the desk. He took her panties from the desk and put it in his pocket.

Ethan saw Dahlia’s body lying on the desk like a detached log. It was a great sight. She was ready to spread her legs for him. His manhood was getting its life back. Her pelvic was a few inches away from his body.

Dahlia’s body was occupying the whole surface of the desk. Her face was resting on the opposite side. She bent her knees. Her toes were resting on the cold surface of the desk.
Ethan pulled his chair closer. He put his hands under the soft flesh of her thighs and spread her legs. He couldn’t see her facial expressions. All he could see was her bare, pinkish and soaking wet pussy between her spread legs.

Dahlia’s arousal was evident. The love juice was oozing from her bare pussy. It became pinkish red due to the over whelming blood flow. She was expecting his touch. There wasn’t a single hair on her pussy. The smell of her arousal was intoxicating. A trail of her love juice was formed between her pussy and her anus. She was more than ready.

“Look at your pussy, Miss. Rivers. Do you realize how wet are you? You desperately want a dick in your tight wet pussy, won’t you? Sadly, I am not going to satisfy your need for penetration today, but I am going to give you an earth shattering orgasm. The orgasm so intense that you won’t need your boyfriend’s puny dick tonight,” he said and caressed the soft pale skin of her inner thighs.

“There’s only one condition, Miss. Rivers. I want you to put both hands behind your head. In any circumstances, you won’t grab my hair and rub my face on your pussy. There will be an urge for rubbing my face on your pussy but DO NOT surrender to that urge. If you failed to do so, I’ll smack your bare pussy. Remember no touching of my face,” he ordered her with a grin.

 

[Elise_Costello]

Dahlia had given up on trying to know what to expect from this arrangement by then, but even so was greatly surprised as she felt the professor's fingers gently move along the side of her face, his thumb wiping at the glistening line in her skin running under her eye. This time when he called her 'pet' she felt something in her chest move, and it was undeniable he wasn't putting her in her place with the term. And more than that was what she was pretty sure he was alluding to as he grasped her hand and lead her to his desk. Her heart was thudding once more now, heat surging between her legs at the thought. There was a definite part of her that thought--no, knew she should tell him this was done. To leave before things went too far and she wouldn't be able to turn back. Of course, who was to say she hadn't already crossed that line and was now just trying to fool herself into thinking she could leave now as she watched Mr. Stark snag her panties and slip them into his pocket.

By now the desk was cleared enough for her shapely form, her eyes still mildly conflicted as he motioned towards the empty space. Without a word she sat herself onto the desk and slid her flats off, scooting up so her feet were perched on the edge. Her legs were closed for the moment, her whole body racked with the faintest of tremors. This was a new position of vulnerability in front of the professor. She had already had him knuckle-deep in her slit, eyeing her while he made her cum harder than she ever had--yet this still felt so much more exposed with her sex hidden between her thighs. Wood creaked across carpet, the professor no doubt moving a seat closer so he could be in a more comfortable position.

Dal couldn't help the slight flinch as she felt his warm hands on her legs, moving them apart and making the shaking in her body increase. She didn't dare look down, but it was impossible not to feel his eyes glued to her aching, swollen lips. They craved attention. They begged to be tended to as she tried to think of the last time Cam had actually bothered to return the favor of oral...It had been quite a long time. Early on in their relationship if she was remembering correctly; she'd wanted to try sixty-nining each other, something she just hadn't had a chance to experience before then. How excited and curious she had been when she'd slipped off her clothes and crawled on top of him, planting her knees on either side of his head and felt his hands firmly holding her ass apart. As she parted her lips and engulfed his cock in her mouth, her juices had already been flowing when he'd snaked his tongue out to test the waters. It had felt so good that she'd moaned, the vibrations making Cam shiver.

But when she'd pushed her needy cunt against his lips, he clearly was struggling and fighting against it. He hadn't been focused on making her enjoy his efforts, only trying to taste her as little as possible...Neither even finished in the seven minutes he managed before pushing her off his mouth and asking if she could just turn around and 'slide on down his pole'. Dahlia closed her eyes and pursed her lips at the memory. Another thing to add to the list of reasons why she hadn't gotten her panties and told Mr. Stark she didn't want to do this. Her own boyfriend was, maybe without even realizing it, so selfish to her when it came to sex. Taking pleasure in her and never really bothering to make sure she was satisfied in the year and a half they'd been together. But in just two encounters already, the professor had sent sensations and feelings of pleasure and lust Cam couldn't even dream of knowing how to awaken in her.

At the mention of her hole looking like it needed to be filled though, Dal felt the first wave of resistance truly hit. Her eyes were wide as she made to push herself onto her elbow and see what Mr. Stark was up to between her legs before he said he wasn't going to give in. A small sigh filled her as she laid back down completely flat. While she found herself less and less hesitant about doing these vulgar things with the professor, letting him freely fuck her still felt too much; Dahlia wasn't a slut. She didn't just let people use her body unless she felt for sure she was comfortable and knew she could trust them. So far Mr. Stark had been gentle enough, and only rough in a good kind of way with her. Still. She didn't even know his first name, and she didn't know what he would be like if she let him inside in that manner. For all she knew he was a wolf in sheep's clothing waiting to do God know's what once he filled her and had her helpless and defenseless under him. No, that was something that required more than just an order--it required time and trust he hadn't yet earned.

Despite the heavy thoughts, Dal couldn't help the chuckle at the professor's (accurate) insult at her boyfriend, thought the words made her brow crinkle a moment later. Did he...know her boyfriend had a much smaller member in comparison? 'Don't be ridiculous; doesn't every guy want to assume any other guy whose been with a girl they're with has a smaller dick than them?' There wasn't much time to think on the subject before she heard Mr. Stark giving her directions for what she was to do--and very specifically not do--while he pleasured her with his mouth. Her lips parted in a shaky breath as she felt another small surge of heat waver through her at his insinuation of skill, the woman moving her hands behind her head and lacing her fingers. While being handled not-so-nice was apparently something that felt pretty damn good, she didn't like the sound of having him just smack her exposed slit.

"O-okay...I'm ready professor." Dahlia felt like her mouth was dry, her throat raw and aching as she spoke. Her legs were quaking in his hands, his gentle touch along her skin growing firm as she heard his shift and felt his hot breath along her sensitive outer lips. "Ohhgu--" Just the sensation and situation of everything made her insides twist up and tremble, her toes curled. He paused for only the briefest of moments, perhaps making sure she wasn't going to object--perhaps simply enjoying making her fidget a squirm without yet even having touched her dripping cunt. The young woman couldn't possibly know what was going through the professor's mind as he moved one of her legs over his shoulder and wrapped his arm around her thigh, firmly holding her in place. Once more his hot breath rolled over her skin, making her wetness all the more known to her as she waited for the feel of his mouth, his tongue--anything that was more substantial. The seconds seemed to stretch forever, making her quake and squirm despite her efforts to remain still. She was sure at least a solid minute passed--then another. It was torture, and it was long enough a pause that her desperate and needing mind was starting to fear he was only going to tease her.

She craned her neck to try and get a better view between her legs when she finally felt him, the tip of his tongue running up the very middle of her lower lips, drawing a deep and throaty moan from the brunette as she laid flat and felt her muscles tighten. "Mm--a-ahh~!" Everything was cranked up to eleven as he started to work his tongue along her slit, with reserved and gentle strokes and flicks that made her only need more. He was holds my back; he was only teasing her at this point still. There was indeed an urge to just wind her fingers in his hair and shove his tongue further into her, but it was not overwhelming--yet. Without a doubt though, she knew he was only barely getting started. By the time he was done, she knew he'd make following his orders a challenge. Thank fuck she was a determined woman, even with his mouth chiseling away at her sanity and self-control as she writhed and whimpered out moans.

 

[extreme_hetro_sex]

When Dahlia said she was ready, Ethan wondered how far she could go with him. He pushed her buttons and set her on this perverted path of domination and submission. He had known she had a pet lurking underneath her façade. She had a strange effect on him. When they were together, the primal urges of dominating her surpassed all his rational thoughts. He became a dominating animal. He couldn’t control himself. Deep down in him there was a rational human being nodding in disbelief. How could he blackmail and use this beautiful confident girl? He didn’t have any answer for that.

Ethan grabbed Dahlia’s legs and put them over his shoulders. He was then up and close to his prize. It was ready and pulsing. The pinkish soft flesh appeared inviting to him. Her trembling legs on his shoulder were the proof of her anticipation. He caressed the soft flesh of her inner thighs.

Ethan wanted to tease Dahlia, so he didn’t just start licking her wet pussy. He put his mouth extremely close to her dripping vulva and inhaled the aroma of her arousal. It was a heavenly smell. He closed his eyes and tried to store the smell in his memory. He wanted to recall the smell every time he thinks of her.

At last, after some teasing, Ethan put the tip of his tongue on her wet slit. The touch produced a moan from her mouth. Her whole body tightened with the touch. He gave a half-hearted lick to her wet lower pussy lips. He was deliberately reserved in his efforts. He would like to frustrate her. He knew the orgasm after the peak of frustration would be more intense. He knew that from his experience with a lot of woman. He always teases them a lot before giving them their due.

Ethan wanted to tease Dahlia so he planted a couple of soft kisses on her inner thighs. It was fun to watch as her body tensed with every kiss. He could hear a muffled moan too. He even licked the soft flesh of her inner thigh.

Ethan could tell Dahlia wanted more. Her body language was providing the evidence for that. She was trying to move her pelvic for more contact of his moving tongue. He was enjoying every second of it. The salty taste of her love juice was tingling his senses. His lips were becoming wet by her oozing love juice. The smell of her arousal became more intense.

Ethan started working on Dahlia’s clit. He held her thighs. He knew she would try to move her body to get more leverage. He started flicking her clit with the tip of his tongue. Her moans suggested he was hitting all the right spots. The soft flesh of her pussy was darkening with the blood flow. It was like her pussy was blushing red.

Dahlia’s moans intensified as Ethan started to work hard on her clit. He gave some full slurps to her wet pussy. He was still holding her thighs so she couldn’t move her body. It became very difficult to hold her thighs in one place. She was constantly trying to push her pelvic to his face.

Ethan was still in control, but he was losing the battle rapidly. Her frustration was evident in her moans and grunts. She wanted more contact of his tongue and mouth. He decided to give her what she wanted. He planted a couple of strong tongue lick strokes on her dripping wet pussy. He started lapping her pussy upwards. It was a full on assault. His tongue was working furiously to get the job done.

Ethan returned on giving special attention to her aching clit. His tongue was flicking her clit. She was grinding her pelvic on his face. His actions were in sync with her body language. Her responses were his guide to identify her pleasure points. He was an experienced pussy eater.

“Your pussy tastes divine, Miss. Rivers,” he complimented her and gave her a huge hard pressed lick of his tongue. Then, he eased a finger in her wet pussy. His tongue was still flicking her clit. He started a slow to and fro movement of his finger in her tight pussy. He knew it wasn’t enough for her. She might need more than one finger. He just wanted to check her response.

 

[Elise_Costello]

Dahlia could sense that Mr. Stark was holding out on her still, minutes in as his movements were still slow, deliberate. While they were precise and certainly teasing and touching where she needed them to, she wanted more. The ache that had built inside her was growing despite technically getting what it craved. How was he able to satisfy her and still leave her so in need for more at the same time? The young woman didn't understand it. But she was too far gone in the throes of carnal need to question or form much thought besides the want. She whimpered and writhed, her hips bucking slowly against his efforts. Using her hands was a no, but in the back of her mind she figured doing everything but to get him closer, to make him go harder and faster would be fine.

Gone was the voice of reason and the pangs of guilt or confusion at that moment. Her eyes were closed right as she felt him starting to pick up the pace. His tongue ran hard along her clit, making her back arch and lips part in a loud moan. The professor knew her cunt better than the guy who spent most of his time with her inside it--it was staggering. Every shift in tempo made her toes curl, every time he ran his tongue along the entirety of her slit and then nipped at her clit she thought she was going to pop. It was so intense, her jaw clenching and unxkenxhing as she tried to not be so loud; it would be very, very problematic if somebody happened by and heard them. Or worse--saw them. Mr. Stark paused only long enough to compliment her flavor, Dahlia barely registering the words.

"T-tha--ahhhn!" Any chance at a comprehensible reply was lost the second she felt the professor slide a finger into her aching snatch. It went in with no resistance, her hole so wet from his efforts. Once more, it was almost but a tease. He moved his finger slowly as he lapped at her clit. Her fingers tangled in her hair, tugging down to the roots as she struggled to keep her hands where they were. Mr. Stark had damn near broken her with how hard he made her come with his fingers. They both knew he could get her over that edge easy if he wanted. The brunette but her lip and rolled her hips against his hand. One hand still held her in place as best as it could, her legs wrapping tightly around his neck. It was just barely not enough. He was holding out and it was driving her mad...

"P-pl-please! D-don't--mmmmmaaah--tease m-me!" She panted desperately. Tears formed in the corners of her lashes, her voice strained with need and pleasure. Her face was as flush as it could be, the scarlet reaching down past her neck. Dal needed to feel that climax that only he could give her. The one that left her fingers tingling and her knees shaking every time she thought of it...

 

[extreme_hetro_sex]

Ethan felt the grip of Dahlia’s legs tighten around his neck. She tried to force his face on her aching pussy. He was spellbound by the beauty of her nether region and her body language. Her response to his moving tongue was arousing. It was difficult thing to maintain your composer when a young girl was moaning with pleasure. There was a raw sexuality in her moans. It was like a mating invitation.

Ethan entered his second finger in Dahlia’s pussy. He bent both fingers. His thumb started working furiously on her clit. There weren’t any half measures from him. He started a rapid finger fucking of her drench pussy. His ring finger was brushing her anus. A naughty thought appeared in his mind. He pressed the tip of his ring finger on her ass hole. He knew he couldn’t enter the finger without her help.

Ethan was surprised when Dahlia relaxed her sphincter muscles to let his probing fingertip in. He moved the tip of his ring finger in and out to finger fuck her ass hole. His action produced an appreciative moan from her mouth.

“Oh…you like it, don’t you? You like your forbidden hole to be filled. Did anyone ever fuck your other hole, Miss. Rivers?” he asked her. His tone was naughty.

 

[Elise_Costello]

To her surprise, Mr. Stark obliged her lust-drowned plea. Her whole body shuddered in a wave, her skin raised in goosebumps as she felt him slide a second finger inside her, curling his fingertips against her g-spot like he had before in the library. Her body still remembered, responding in kind as the muscles of her inner walls clenched around his fingers--asking for more. For him to keep working her until she felt that delicious release only he could make her feel. I was such an overwhelming thought, her mental state only capable of savoring the moment. No more thoughts that weren't right here, right now. The fire pouring through her veins, surging down to between her legs.

Then the professor surprised her further, his finger asking entrance to her other hole. No words needed be exchanged as she did what she could to ease the muscles below. Timidly, but curious--wanting. Her few boyfriends had never really given her pleasure like Mr. Stark had in their brief encounters--and especially not from her rosebud. They had been clumsy and nervous, and she didn't really know how to do it any more than they had. But as the professor slowly prodded her ass with his finger, the rest still busy on her cunt, Dahlia felt a whole other wave of heat from the pleasure rising through her. Breath drawn ragged, she had to clench at the edge of the desk for fear of tearing out her hair. God, it was so hard to keep her hands where Mr. Stark told her to when he was making every inch of her body need to move with him.

To his question, Dal needed a few long seconds to gather enough wits about her to speak coherent words. "N-not ah--often." As the words were out, she felt it; her orgasm swiftly approaching. How could it not when the professor was doing things to her no other had before; making her feel such wonderful, filthy things. Her back arched against the surface of the desk, her moans turning to whimpers as her hips rocked against his fingers. "Oh Guh--God, Mr. S-stark! I-I-I'm going--you're m-making me mmnh--ahhn!" Words failed as what little of her voice she could manage was more a squeal, like a beast finally being slain. Her desire given satisfaction for the second time ever. Without realizing, her legs had locked around his neck, pushing his face between her legs. She wanted him to keep doing all the things that made her mind go white and red with lust. To have this feeling of being fulfilled never stop, so reality couldn't settle back in.