Obey

She leaned her face away from his touch, refusing to look at him as he brushed the tear away. She shifted her feet uncomfortably, still feeling him fondle her breast. However, a small surprised sound escaped her mouth, looking up at him as both of his arms wrapped around her waist. Her hands immediately grabbed onto his arms as he lifted her up before placing her on the desk.

Once she was sat, her eyebrows furrowed again. Unconsciously shaking her head vigorously without thinking about it. "Professor Penn I can't!" She'd then exclaim, her head slightly ducking as she looked away again. "I explained it as best I could, please... "

“You can, and you will, Ms Freeman. You seem to have mistaken this situation. You don’t have a choice.”

His pearly white teeth flashed in the dim room as he cut a dangerous smile. He knew that, in this moment, he had all the power. She had none.

He planned to keep it that way.

He leaned forward and hit a button under his desk, triggering an electric lock on the door. He made use of this opportunity to move a little closer to Bunny. His hands traveled up her thick denim-clad thighs, up to her waist, and unclasped her jeans. Lifting her ass and thighs up momentarily, he pulled it off her with a flourish, relishing her shocked and embarrassed yelp.

He put his face between her warm thighs and breathed in her scent. She smelled just the slightest bit musky. He knew what that meant.

Whether she liked it or not, the girl was wet.

"Professor you can't be serious..." She mumbled, her hands gripping onto the edge of the desk. But he was dead serious. The soft clocking lock ringing through her ears while she glanced back at the older man for a second.

Her leg slightly twitched as his hands glided up them. She began realizing that there was truly only one way out of this situation, her theory further getting proven as her jeans were pulled off. Revealing the simple black underwear she wore underneath. She would've moved her hands to cover herself, however, she was beat to it. Her hands instead flying to her professor's shoulders as his head went between her thighs.

She gave a sharp gasp, gently whimpering afterwards. A shaky breath escape her lips, glancing over at the pink dildo that sat on the desk. Slowly grabbing the toy as she looked at her professor. "Okay, I'll show you... Just please don't have me expelled." She'd finally mumble, beginning to part her legs.

John nibbled the student’s inner thigh, delighting in her shaky breathing. He inhaled deeply, savouring her scent, and planted a gentle kiss on her black panties before withdrawing back to lean in his chair. Her face was red as he nibbled on her inner thigh, a small aching throb admittedly pounding at her heat as he did so. Her eyes closed at the feeling of his kiss before flicking once more.

His eyes drank in the sight of her. He knew he had her. He suspected that she didn’t just want to show him so that she could escape this situation.

He had a sneaking suspicion that she needed to give herself some release. He would allow her to pleasure herself, but he was not yet convinced about offering her any release.

“Good girl, Bunny. You may lie back on the desk. Show me.”

His eyes flicked first to one of her manga books, then to the dildo, silently commanding her.

She chewed on her bottom lip, nodding her head slowly. Grabbing the book, she opened it to a folded page, showing a scene of some girl tied up in ropes, her legs spread wide open as she got pounded by another guy. Giving one last glance towards her professor, Bunny leaned back against the desk after shimmying out of her underwear. She was clean shaven, her pussy lips slightly thick, a perfectly pretty pink in colour.

Her eyes focused on the book, while her other hand gripped the fake dick. She began to gently rub the head against her clit. A small shudder ran up her spine as she bit back a moan.

Her eyes never left the book, continuing to rub herself for a minute longer before slowly shoving the toy inside of her tight hole. Her walls instantly clenching around it as her head leaned back against the desk with closed eyes. She continued to try and contain her moans, small muffled ones escaping as she thrusted the toy in and out of her cunt, her legs slightly twitching every so often.

It was obvious she was trying to rush her release. Maybe that was common for her to do, especially after admitting she did it in her car. Even though she parked inside of the dimly lit parking garage, she still feared that someone would happen to see her some how. So it made sense for her to try and work faster to her climax.

The Professor savoured the sight in front of him. The girl looked utterly scrumptious and lost in her own ecstasy.

Almost unbeknownst to him, he had started to stroke himself over his pants. He caught himself, just as he had caught her. He stood up and placed a hand on her breast, slapping it lightly in admonishment. A surprised moan fell out of her mouth after her breast had been slapped. She was quick to catch herself as her hand lowered the open book down towards her mouth covering over it as if it would take back one of the sluttiest sounds she's made since she's been in that room.

“No. No rushing. I want you to enjoy this. Take your time.”

He grabbed hold of her by her slick hair and yanked her head back, forcing her to look into his eyes, at his hungry gaze.

“Look at me while you masturbate. I want to see it in your eyes.”

Bunny let out a small whine as her head was pulled back, her legs slightly closing in on themselves as she opened her eyes. It was almost like looking at an entirely different person, the girl clearly lost in the world of ecstasy. Her eyes were glossy and hooded, and with knotted brows and a bit bottom lip she gave a small nod.

She did as she was told, slowing down her pace to a more coherent one. One that easily put an arch into her back as she yearned for more friction inside of her. She wasn't used to this practically agonizing pace, always being one to race to her finish. It was obvious as she accidentally let more whiny moans begin to come out. Her hips were squirming around, **** for more.

The Professor relished the look of sheer pleasure on Bunny’s face. She looked like she was drowning in a sea of pleasure. He wondered if she would even understand what he was about to say.

“Tell me you’re a good slut who enjoys masturbating on her professor’s desk.”

Her glossy eyes flickered. She was clearly out of it. He slapped her face sharply to regain her attention.

“Tell me you’re a good slut who enjoys masturbating on her professor’s desk,” he repeated, while pressing lightly into her tummy above her groin. He could hear her cunt squelch wetly as she continue to slowly fuck herself with her tool. He wanted her to feel more pleasure, just in this moment, before he took his own pleasure.