You find yourself on your knees, kneeling between the spread legs of your professor. He seems unconcerned about whether his wife will walk in on you, so you don't worry about it, either.
Professor Clark is wearing khaki pants, and his rubbing of his crotch has started some movement inside. As he moves his hand out of the way, you put yours in his place and feel a nice-sized bulge, radiating hardness and warmth to your hand.
You look up at him, expectantly, but he says nothing to you. Instead, he just gazes down at you, professorially, and you feel as if you are about to begin the most critically-assessed examination of your Freshman year.
You undo his belt and unfasten his pants, pulling them down far enough to get to your target. He isn't wearing any underwear, you discover to your delight, and as the pants come down, his thick, meaty cock springs free, pointing directly at you.
It's time to show him that whatever reputation he has heard about you, it's nothing compared to what you can actually do. You extend your tongue and begin tracing the outline of his testicles through his scrotum. His musky scent really turns you on, and you reach between your legs to rub your growing erection.
Noticing what you are doing with your hand, Professor Clark takes his cock in his hand and slaps you across the face with it several times. "Not yet, boy…. Don't get distracted playing with yourself. I want you to concentrate on me."
You really get off when guys talk to you that way, and you grin up at him, even as you feel the slight sting of his hard dick on your cheeks. You begin kissing your way up the bottom of his shaft before extending your tongue and licking up and down the sides.
Professor Clark seems to approve, and he sinks back in his chair, sliding his hips closer to you. This lets you pull his pants the rest of the way off. As he spreads his legs wider, you take the tip of his cock into your mouth. Running your tongue all over it, you feel his hips start to buck, trying to push further into your mouth. You are too skilled of a cocksucker to let him get there that quickly, and you pull your head back in time with his thrusts.
Clark looks at you and grins. "Yeah… I guess the rumors were true. You really know how to give head, don't you?" As you grin back and open your mouth to respond, he quickly grabs your head with both hands and thrusts his cock into your mouth. Unprepared, you gag at first, before relaxing and letting your throat open to receive the invading pole.
"You're good, Bryan… But I'm in charge," said Clark, holding your head in place as he continued to thrust into your throat.
You will yourself to breath through your nose as his shaft fills your throat. His strong arms hold your head in place, and he face fucks you hard for long minutes. Then, with a loud grunt, he pulls your head in tightly against his body. As your nose is buried in his pubic hair, he cries out, and you feel him erupt in your throat.
Over and over he bucks his hips, expelling loads of cum into you. When he releases your head, you tentatively pull back, feeling his slippery shaft exit your mouth, leaving a ribbon of salty cum running down your chin.
You sit back on your heels, catching your breath, wondering how you fared on your "oral exams."
He looks back at you, and .... |