part 3
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It's got to be at least eight inches, or maybe I'm overthinking it. But I can't help the sweat that trickles down my face as I stare at the giant c**k in front of me. How can it be so big? And how can he keep it locked in those pants without it bouncing around whenever he walked?
I snap out of my thoughts when he clears his throat. I take my eyes up to meet his gaze for a split second, and I can see the darkness etched on his face, buried underneath his grin. I return my attention to his throbbing d**k which has been waiting for me to take it in my mouth.
I salivate, swallowing the lump in my throat before wrapping my palm around the heavy shaft. It throbs in my palm and my knees buckle in excitement. A soft hum escapes professor Ivan's throat when I start to work my way up and down his shaft.
His veiny c**k seems to welcome my touch, because it keeps bobbing and throbbing, visibly begging for more. The professor also looks like he is about to run out of patience, but I am determined to take my time.
This is the moment I have been waiting for, and I cannot believe that it is happening. I am holding my professor's d**k in my hand, just the way I have imagined it for months, and now I'm going try my best to please him more than any girl ever has.
Slowly, I move from his tip to the base, rubbing around in circles until his rod starts to heat up in my palm from the friction. He is holding his shirt up, and his warm breaths are hitting my skin as he tries to hold back.
I increase my pace, stroking his d**k like I am trying to get a tough stain off it, and then he starts to groan and hiss from pleasure. I am motivated to go faster, and his guttural noises are making me wetter by the second.
Gosh.
I want this man so bad. I can't wait to have this big c**k in my p***y. I can't wait to scream his name as he rams into me right here on his desk.
"Fuck.." he groans, and I moan back at him, finally lowering my head to take his c**k in my mouth.
His hand instantly moves to the back of my head as he thrusts his whole length into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I choke on his d**k, but he doesn't pull out, instead, he continues to hit my throat, making sure that I gag and almost throw up before he finally pulls out.
I try to catch my breath, refusing to accept defeat.
"You can't handle it." He clicks his tongue, trying to pull away, but I go on my knees in front of him immediately, looking up and blinking innocently at him even though there is nothing innocent about my desire for him.
"I can.. just let me." I say, my tone coming out desperate, but I don't care.
He smirks and faces me, hitting my face with his manhood and I enjoy it more than I should. I just want to be treated like one of his sluts.
"Make me c*m then." He says, his voice low and intimidating.
I do not ask further questions, I simply take his c**k into my mouth, wrapping my lips around his tip, and sucking on it like it is lollipop. He grips my hair firmly, throwing his head back as groans of pleasure escapes his throat.
The ground is scraping my knee, but all I care about at that point, is to please my professor.
I slowly swallow his entire length, and I gag again. But this time, I don't pull away to catch my breath, I continue to suck faster and faster even though I can't breathe.
"f**k! Yes!" He screams and goosebumps cover my skin.
"Choke on that c**k like a good little w***e!" He tugs on my hair and I moan with my lips still curved around his shaft, sucking, licking and nibbling on his tip.
I start to cough and choke on him, obeying his instruction. He lets out a loud hum, and then a hiss as his c**k hardens in my mouth.
"You're so f*****g good."
Did he just say that to me?
My heart flutters as I grab his shaft with my hand, working as hard as I can to get him to c*m with my tongue still licking his tip like it is ice cream.
"Oh yeah.. Amy." He moans loudly right before he explodes into my mouth, pouring his c*m down my throat.
I pull away and swallow the whole thing, then I grip the steel arm of the chair to catch my breath. But he does not give me a minute to recover before throwing the diary at me.
I catch it and look up at him, still on my knees with his hard c**k bouncing on my face with c*m still leaking out of it.
"Read the next one."
My eyes widen, but there is no pity on his face. If anything, he looks like the devil looming over me like that, ready to take me down the path of losing my soul. Perhaps I have awoken the devil himself.
"Now." His eyes narrow and I gulp, opening the diary.
"Dear diary.." my voice is shaky, "Today in class, professor Ivan talked about breast tissues, and I imagined what it would feel like to have him suck my tits."
I look up at him after reading, and he stretches his hand out to me. I grab his hand immediately, and he effortlessly pulls me up, grabbing my waist and lifting me onto his desk.
I let out a groan as my butt meets with the cold desk and then his eyes trail down to my chest.
Is he really going to do it?
"If I get addicted and can't let go anymore, then you'll have yourself to blame." He whispers right before he yanks off my top, exposing my pointed n*****s.
My cheeks flush instantly as a cold chill runs down my spine. He stares at me for a couple of seconds before grabbing both boobs in his palms, squeezing long and hard.
Soft moans escape my lips as his calloused hands massage my t**s. I bite my lip, waiting for him to take them in his warm mouth.
"Such perfect titties." He groans, slowly lowering his head while my breath hitches.
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