Professor quickie (2)

Book:Dominated By Him (erotic short stories) Published:2025-4-9

CHAPTER 2
The professor finally reached into his briefs and pulled out a monster of a cock. Carrie inhaled; he had to be at least ten inches wide and twice as thick as any cock she’d ever taken. He gripped the base and held it out to her lips.
“Suck it,” he grunted. Carrie obeyed. She licked the swollen head once, twice, then covered it with her mouth.
“Mmph” she moaned as she took as much of him in her mouth as she could fit. She pushed back and forth over his shaft, taking half of him in her hot wet mouth. She heard him grunting, then felt a big hand on the back of her head pushing her down onto his dick. She sucked in a deep breath before she felt her mouth stuffed full of cock meat. She heard her professor groan, and worked her tongue along his shaft, relieved he was enjoying it.
She pulled herself off his dick for a breath then went down again as far as possible, feeling his strong hand applying helpful pressure on the back of her neck. She felt his cock slide down her throat and tried not to gag on it. She looked up at him to watch his face and was pleased to see him smiling. She tried to smile back at him around the massive dick stuffed in her mouth.
He chuckled and pumped his hips gently, fucking her face.
“Very, very good,” Professor Armstrong encouraged, half-laughing. He gently pulled his wet dick out of her throat and let her catch her breath. As soon as it was out of her mouth, Carrie had her little hands wrapped around it, stroking the length of him obscenely. “I’d say that’s a solid C performance.” Carrie pouted, her lips swollen and wet with saliva. “But I’m guessing you’re looking to do a little better, am I right?”
Carrie nodded eagerly. “Yes, sir!” Professor Armstrong smiled and leaned down in front of her, moving his face close to hers as if for a kiss. Her eyebrows shot up first in anticipation then surprise when he suddenly lifted her bodily and deposited her on his desk, on all fours. Carrie looked back at him nervously.
The professor, walked around to her rear end and began gently rubbing her ass checks through her short pleated skirt. She thrust her ass out, seeking closer contact. Professor Armstrong gave her a short smack, at which she gave a muffled yelp. Carrie then felt her professor reaching under her skirt, up the insides of her thighs, then finally she felt his thumbs rubbing her swollen pussy through her white cotton panties. She dropped her head and moaned as she fell from her hands to her elbows.
“Mmm,” the professor moaned as he slowly and patiently pulled up her skirt, revealing her simple underpants. He again rubbed her ass through the fabric, then dipped lower to brush against her pussy lips and clit. Carrie was panting in arousal and pushing against him. He grinned lasciviously and yanked her panties down around her knees, exposing her pussy to him completely.
“So pretty, Carrie,” he moaned as he cupped her mons with his big, warm hand. She shivered. He pushed the heel of his hand against her cunt, feeling her wetness before he began to explore the opening of her hole with one finger. He teased her with just the tip of his finger, feeling her juices flow around it, until she whimpered and begged for him to fuck her. Professor Armstrong grinned as he filled her pussy with one finger, then two, suddenly fucking her roughly as she moaned in desperation. Her hips bucked and she was closed to cumming. Then, Professor Armstrong pulled away.
Carrie whined, looking back at him in pleading agony.
Suddenly, the professor pushed down on her bottom, roughly pinning her stomach to the desk as her legs dangled off the desk. Carrie screamed in surprise, and within seconds Professor Armstrong had shoved all but half of his meat inside of her. She let out high-pitched wails as he began pounding it inside her, getting deeper with every stroke.
His big hands held on to her ass cheeks as he rammed his huge cock deeper than she’d ever felt and he felt his entire length hugged by the hot, tight wetness of her cunt. He slowed, savoring the feeling, rolling his hips more slowly in and out of her, making her feel his whole length.
Carrie was moaning incoherently, her hips rolling with him against the desk.
Professor Armstrong’s steady thrusts became rougher and more powerful as his hips slammed into her soft ass. He watched her entire body shudder with the strength of his pounding. He began fucking her faster, reaching over to grab a handful of her hair. Suddenly he felt his cock squeezed by an immense pressure as he felt Carrie cum on top of his dick, whimpering and becoming tense, then limp from the intense pleasure.
He pulled out, then thrust back in three more times before he groaned and felt himself unloading within her, shooting hot jets of cum into her young little pussy. He kept pumping her full of jizz until he felt emptied. Sated, he pulled his wet dick out of her pussy and wiped its mess off on her bare ass cheeks. Professor Armstrong quickly stuffed his dick back in his briefs and zipped up his pants.
“B plus,” he announced, walking smoothly to his briefcase and picking it up.
“Thank you, Professor,” he heard in a small voice. He smiled.
“There’s always room for extra credit,” he said, and walked out the door.