Naughty Professor

His hand in my hair, warm breath on my skin, soft dominant voice growling hungrily in my ear … that’s all I can think about. Professor Stolichnya drones on about something…. pasteurization processes of milk, the reproductive process of a gnat, something else equally useless. I stopped listening ages ago. He’s beautiful that man, brilliant and boring, but beautiful. If I didn’t have Him I’d make Professor Stolichnya take me home… How I ever managed to pull myself away from my magic bullet earlier is beyond me. For days He has been the only thing I can focus on… it’s been simply too long since our last encounter and the need is starting to show.

It isn’t about love, but about hunger. My mind starts to race with the memories mixed with desires as I’m running to my dance class across campus. I can feel the heat building between my thighs, but I can’t miss this class. It’s my final performance… Finally able to let my body do the talking as I’ve never been able to do. If only He was here to see what He’d inspired… what He’d awakened deep within my soul…

Nearly there, Christ I don’t remember it taking so long to cross the quarter mile between buildings. Looking around, feeling lost and disoriented… somehow I’d managed to run back to my dorm room instead of to class. The need is building so strongly, desperate for release. But He said that I wasn’t allowed to cum until AFTER this class. Not until after… He knows how strong a motivation that building orgasm can be for me, especially after He’d spent the last three days reminding me that I’m not allowed to cum… but telling me everything He wants to be doing to me. Bringing me to the edge making me perform for Him, show Him just how I like it, just what I need… but stopping me just before I can feel the explosion.

Suddenly I’m in class, in costume, the tight cotton-poly blend leotard rubbing coyly along my hardened nub, I can feel the wetness seeping through my pantyhose, trying to drip down my legs. My concentration starts to break until I hear my cue in the music, God how I need Him buried to the hilt within my throbbing tunnel… Lifting my head to address the audience in my opening move, it seems all my dreams have come alive. He is there. He has come. If I perform well, I might not have to release my own tensions after the show, He may just do it for me. 

Long, sinuous limbs meld and glide to the music. Dead Can Dance playing in the background brings an air of sexuality, pure lust to the movements. The room is silent save for the audience shuffling in their seats. They’ve never seen someone so… hungry on stage. They say it’s a liberal college, that nothing hasn’t been done before, but they’ve never seen someone with this need performing a private show for one. Thank God part of the performance involves a chair… I’m shaking so badly from the need, the undying sexual thrill, the adoration that I see as I chance a glance into his eyes… I need to sit.

Lifting my hips off of the chair in time with the heavy beat, simulates the carnal desires that fill my mind, and He can see that clearly. Flipping around to straddle the chair, a last minute change, but I need the feel of something hard mixing with the material upon my desperately tender clit. Pure ecstasy envelops me as I start to feel the buzzing in my loins. When did I put the bullet back in it’s place? How is it on?

Looking up from my position on the floor, the dance almost completed, He flashes the small silver remote, an evil grin spreading across his lips. Thank GOD he waited until the finale to start, I’m not sure I could fake it through more. One look into my eyes and the world can tell that I’m in need, I’m in heat, and I’m about to give in. Lying prone on the shining, golden wood, slow seductive gestures move me to my knees before Him. Legs spread in offering I’m sure you can see the wet spot if you look close enough, but I must finish the dance. Leaning back, my head rests on the floor as the music stops. The only thing left to hear is the soft buzzing and my ever increasing moans. 

Standing, barely able to contain myself, bowing graciously to the audience I take my leave. That was the singularly sexiest performance of my life. Running backstage, I hurriedly remove my tights, pantyhose and panties, the little silver bullet running me rampant with need. Until I feel that familiar tug in my hair…

Suddenly the world doesn’t matter, I’m naked save a small silver implement attached by a thin black elastic chord like a thong and He is behind me, inside me, just as I’d been dreaming of for days. Pressed against the wall, the lighting equipment providing an interesting sensation upon my shining skin, I can feel His perfectly sized shaft buried deep within me, fulfilling me, taking me. His teeth grate along my neck, teasing me on His way to my ear. His tongue dragging it’s silky way from the back of my neck to my chin before I hear His voice.

“You will be quiet, slut. And you will do as you’re told without question, or you will not be allowed to cum. I will cum in front of you and deny you any taste, I will deny you the feel of my lips upon yours, and I will fuck you until you beg before I stop if you fail to abide my instructions. Nod if you understand, whore, but do not speak or make a sound.”

Nodding slowly, my knees start to give in. He’s not turned off the vibrator and He’s buried balls deep in my dripping cunt, but I will stay silent if that’s what I’m told. I need this, and he KNOWS I need this. I’m on the brink of an orgasm, feeling the warm heat filling my stomach, my body starts to shake as I try to stop the oncoming rush. Suddenly the vibrations stop and He pulls out, leaving me cold and empty. The only way I can stop from making a sound, a desperate whimper is to bite my lip, feeling the warm liquid trickling into my mouth breaks me of my trance.

Then I feel it, something soft yet hard surrounding my neck, a collar tightened enough that I can barely breathe. Then I’m once again on stage, naked and exposed, wearing nothing but a collar. His collar. Euphoria mixes with the sense of fear and humiliation before He whispers behind me to drop to my knees. Without hesitation I’m on my knees staring at an empty theater, save one seat. Why was Professor Stolichnya here? He wasn’t in the dance department, and the science people never came to performances, it was some sort of unwritten rivalry. But he was a beautiful man…

Flaxen hair and brilliantly blue eyes, his young toned body as hard as that of a dancer. I’d had thousands of fantasies of having him, so fresh to teaching, I loved having the recent Master’s grads in charge. Even when what they’re saying is painfully dull, at least they’re fun to look at. But why was he here? Am I to put on another performance? The familiar heat rebuilding, my blood near the boiling point, so flushed with disbelief, so desperately horny.

Then it dawned on me. This was why He wanted me to wait. My gift that He’d been talking about, those winks that the Professor had been tossing my way in the corridors, him sitting in the empty auditorium with me on display… it all came into sharp relief.

He was going to share me with the man that I’d been fantasizing about all semester. He was going to fulfill my dreams, several fantasies at once. God how I loved Him, needed Him, was on fire near to bursting with need. His hands roamed my body, scratching pathways as I knelt facing the Professor. 

“Keep your eyes open, watch his every reaction as I take you as my own. If you’re a good filthy little whore, I may let him share you. If you’re naughty… remember what I said earlier.”

His breath tickled my steaming, tender flesh, still on fire from my dance… burning up from His shameless display of me to this other man, knowing that there were cameras somewhere in the building… somewhere someone else was getting off on my complete humiliation, of His complete domination of my body and soul. Yet… I loved every second. My eyes fluttered open as if struggling to awake from a dream, trying to keep my Master, my Love, my Perfect mate happy as He commanded. Staring at Professor Stolichnya I could hear my wetness dripping onto the stage, feel it running down my legs as the gentle vibrations started once more.

The sharp bite of His teeth on the nape of my neck was all it took to make my body shake, and make me fall onto all fours. Keeping eye contact with the Professor was nigh on impossible, but I know how strict Master can be. But He is also kind, His hand wound itself into my hair, pulling it sharply back to raise my head. He wanted to let me cum, wanted to hear me cum, to feel me clench along his hardened shaft, to slip deep within me making use of the silken wetness that He’d created.

The vibrations stopped as he slipped one finger inside of me. The muscles of my waiting center contracted to feel him there, to hold Him within me as my body shook with need. The collar at this angle dug into my neck, cutting the air even less, the euphoria and light-headedness growing exponentially. Without warning He took advantage of my silent moans, forcing his hard, expanding cock into my soft waiting mouth. He was still flavoured of me from when He took me backstage…

Just as quickly as He filled my mouth, He emptied it. He fought His finger free, running it along His lips before He finally leaned down for a kiss. Those lips send electric shivers down my spine on a normal day, when He is in THIS mood, it’s as if I’ve been struck by lightening. I love my taste on His lips, knowing how it’d gotten there, it was as if the world melted away once more when His lips pressed against mine.
“You’ve been good, slut, until now. I did not tell you to kiss. You will be punished for that.”

With that He moved. I’d not even realized I was kissing back, I know how He is when He is in charge. Do nothing unless told to. I’d never realized what I was doing until it was too late. Now I was done for. I’d be tortured for days to come… maybe he’ll be generous…

The vibrations were suddenly more intense, I could see the remote sailing toward Professor Stolichnya, and I knew then what kind of trouble I’d be in. Far too hard for me not to cum when it’s on the highest setting, yet… I wasn’t allowed to… not yet. His hand wound it’s way tighter into my hair, my panting and writhing almost audible from the shivers running up and down my hardened, swollen clit, the jewelry making a strangely intoxicating sound. 

Oh God, He’s going to cum and leave me hanging isn’t He? The heat spread down my thighs, and up my stomach, my nipples harder than ever as I’m starting to spin. The collar was cutting off my air supply so drastically that I almost didn’t notice His cock now just mere inches from my face. His hand stroking with intent, chancing a glance above me, I can see that familiar cold glare emanating from Him. He was upset that I’d not obeyed Him, but He was enjoying the feeling of my body shake in his hands.

Stroking Himself, pulling my hair tighter to make my eyes open each time I almost gave in was enough to drive me senseless, but when He touched His cock to my lips and told me to sick my tongue out I felt myself boiling over. My hot juices flowed down my legs as my body trembled, silent whimpers sliding forth as my tongue sat extended upon my lips. His salty precum dripping out slowly, tempting me with His taste, torturing me slowly.

His cock was suddenly in my mouth, the vibrations from the bullet literally shaking my body as I dig my nails into my palms to keep from cumming too soon when I finally hear the words I’ve been silently begging for for days, “Cum now, whore. Cum with me, but do not swallow.”

Forcing His cock deep into my throat I couldn’t breathe. The lack of air mixed with the desperate demand of my body created the most intense orgasm of my entire life. His seed filled my mouth as I gagged like a good whore for Master, fighting the urge to swallow Him whole. The vibe was on it’s highest setting, the little bar adding all the extra sensations it advertised, I felt like I was being torn in two. 

Shaking and shivering he pulled out, smiling down at me as each wave of the passion ripped through me. Still not swallowing, His hot juices running down my chin. I knew He did this to complete the humiliation, knowing that I hate missing a single drop, He knew what torture this was for me.

“Open wide, my beautiful slut. Show me what you hold inside that filthy mouth of yours.”

Looking up, keeping my eyes averted in ultimate respect, I opened as commanded. His load sat heavily on my tongue, mixing with saliva around my studs. A single tear dripped from my eye from sheer relief, and from pure embarrassment. I’d never felt so… exposed, so raw. Or so in love.

“Now swallow. You’ve done well, so far. Now, speak. Do you want to be fucked by your Professor today?”

Swallowing hard, He knew the answer before I’d even formulated an answer. He was turning to gesture Professor Stolichnya to the stage to join us, his hardened cock straining against his trousers as he sauntered toward us.

“Y-y-yes, Master. Your slut would love to be fucked by whomever You deem worthy.”

“Good answer, my slut. Crawl forward to the edge of the stage, and turn inward. I want your voluptuous ass hanging over the edge for him to toy with.”

Crawling forward, I started to feel the jitters of anticipation. The vibrations were finally off, allowing me time to breathe as I moved, but I knew that wasn’t the end of today. It was only the beginning, and we’d be here for a while if He had anything to say about it. Professor Stolichnya reached up as I neared the edge of the stage, turning as I was told, and without warning laid one hard spank across my cheeks. The heat of the smack was enough to colour my entire body the light pink of a rose.

Jumping, I never thought he was the rough type, always so soft spoken in class. I could feel his hands running up my legs, his tongue dancing along my thigh, but I couldn’t see a thing. Nothing other than Master standing over me observing the treatment of His slut, that is. Another hard slap on my other cheek made me jump again, enough for him to be able to pull the bullet off of my ass and down my legs. I felt one finger, then two start to push and prod against my tightening hole. Another started to work at my ass.

Writhing, looking to Master for permission to make a sound, He knew that I wasn’t going to be able to contain it much longer. Not when I was being treated like this. Not when I was being penetrated in both holes. Not when I was being filled in almost every possible way. Nodding His consent, I was finally free.

“OOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooooooooooh, oh oh oh oh oh! Please, please fuck me. Take me. Now. Please take me.”

I could barely see Master hand him something form the corner of my eye, but I wasn’t sure it mattered as another powerful orgasm ripped through my body. My cunt clamped down on his fingers as my ass pulsated. Master’s cock was in my mouth again, for just an instant, before He slapped me across the face with it, showing His dominance once more.
I heard it before I felt it. Another toy slid deeply into my pussy, a tongue on my clit, a finger in my tight almost virgin ass, and Master’s cock on my lips. Orgasm after orgasm ripped through me like a tidal wave for what felt like hours, when it was just minutes. The vibe was pulled out as quickly as it had been inserted, and I had a feeling I knew where this was going. 

“Crawl to me, my slut. Come forward to accept your prize.”

Once again crawling forward to Master, I saw him weave around in front of me, whilst Master walked behind. His cock slid effortlessly within my waiting canal, as He toyed with my puckering ass with the vibe, still wet with my silk. Professor wasted no time in filling my mouth with his cock, not as tasty as Master’s but by no means bad. I was living a fantasy, being taken from both sides, being used, but still being loved.

Then it changed. The feeling changed. I was full, completely full. He had slid the toy deep within my tightening asshole turning the vibrations on full blast. Pounding my pussy with His cock, my mouth with his cock, and my soft, tender ass with the toy was enough to rip me completely in two. Shivering, shaking, choking on his cock I came again and again until the world went black.