Orally

Her meek, submissive voice was lightning down his spine. It felt like every hair on his arm was standing. Goosebumps. Much as he was trying to stay cool, nonchalant, cruel, his body was betraying him and showing him what his mind did not want to accept. He needed her.

That soft whisper, that **** plea for him, the declaration of service befitting that of a good girl… That was exactly what he wanted to hear.

He knew he could not resist anymore. He needed to dominate her. He needed to humiliate her even more.

There is only one way for a woman to demonstrate the ultimate submission. Only one way for her to show how ready she is to serve.

He leaned back and pulled her body close, pulling her head close to the edge of the table. As her body spun to accommodate the new position, the other books and papers on his desk were knocked out of the way. His laptop and phone went crashing to the floor, but he couldn’t care.

He had an undeniable need at this point.

Unzipping his pants, he fished his cock out. His veins throbbed with need. He was rock hard.

Unable to resist anymore, he placed it at the moaning girl’s lips.

“Earn it like a good girl. If you do a good job here, I’ll feed your other lips later,” he commanded sternly, the iron in his voice as hard as his pulsing cock.

Bunny's body unconsciously flinched at the sound of everything crashing to the floor, however, it was clear that she didn't truly recognize what had happened. Her glossy and lustfilled gaze only focused on her professor before her.

It was an interesting sight to see. Her face all flushed and hot, a few tear stains running down her cheeks. The makeup that she wore was beginning to grow ruined, her eyeliner growing smudged and soon her lipstick would be following the same route as well.

When she had been spun, her crop top quickly rode up in an awkward way, revealing just half of her chest that was covered by a black lacy bra.

She continued to thrust the fake dick in and out of her hole, however she was much more **** for the real thing. Before she realized it, she accidentally pulled the toy out too far, leaving her with an empty feeling so she gently whined. But she was soon distracted by John's cock now pressing at her lips. Her mouth instantly opened and gave him access to ransack her mouth as she rubbed the toy between her wet lips and against her clit.

The Professor took that open mouth as an invitation. So he put his cock forward into the inviting hole.

Her mouth was so wet and so warm. He had had his fair share of oral sex, but this was different. Something about the way she was instinctively suckling and caressing him, enveloping his entire being with her tongue… so innocent, but so needy, so sultry, and so lewd. He felt like he was melting inside her.

From her **** sucking, he knew that she must have had fantasised about this many, many times. Perhaps she even practised with silicone dildos of above average size… or, if he’s got her pegged right, perhaps even larger ones than that, shaped like tentacles or dragon genitalia.

He thrust into her mouth, making her gag. The froth around her lips, a mixture of his precum and her drool, lubricated his taking of her mouth. He made use of that to thrust even deeper and harder, relishing with every gag, enjoying the sight of every spasm, her thick tummy and thighs wobbling as she shook and shivered to accommodate him like the good girl she was. Her breasts heaved with his every stroke. Every stroke was heaven around his cock. He could only imagine how much better her tight, inexperienced pussy would be.

“Did you know… the romans… called this…” he punctuated every couple of words with another thrust, his guttural moans escaping from deep within his throat, “irrumatio…? It was considered a form… of oral… ****…”

That last word elicited a shudder from the innocent girl whose mouth he was violating, whose body he was using like meat.

“Is that… how you feel… right now? ****?” He noticed that she was still fucking herself with the dildo, the massive tool slipping in and out of her at a quickening pace. The sounds of him fucking Bunny’s throat, glug glug glug, and the shlok shlok shlok sounds of her sex act on herself created a pleasant and lewd symphony, echoing around his office.

He knew Bunny wouldn’t be able to respond, not with hard man meat inside her mouth, but he wanted her to try nonetheless. He could only imagine how degrading she would find attempting to speak around a hard cock.

Bunny had been a bit nervous doing this, wondering if she would mess up somehow. It was almost an odd experience for her, the feeling of his veiny shaft gliding against her tongue as she tried her best to keep her teeth out of the way. She remembered reading many times in both her manga and random places on the internet that teeth could make for a bad experience. And well... Bunny wanted to be a good girl.

However, the act was so degrading. Her eyes fluttered close as she choked on the cock that ruthlessly fucked her mouth. She didn't understand the logic of it making her feel even more turned on, yet she truly didn't want to understand. Instead she allowed for her body to act however it pleased.

It had been true about her fantasizing about this moment many times up until now, wondering what it would feel like when she had finally gotten to do it... However this was much more different that what she had practiced. Much more humiliating. She imagined she would be on knees her first time. Or maybe even her stomach. That's what she had practiced. This was a whole different ball park for her, and tears began to fall from her eyes once more as she sloppily tried to take the engorged shaft into her mouth. Her eyes squeezed shut tighter with each gag she elicited. Her body tensed up every now and then as she fought to keep her air flow that was being stolen from her.

Her eyebrows knotted deeply as she tried to focus on all things at once. His talking merely made her feel overwhelmed as she had trouble listening to what he was saying. She was able to discern his question though, and it was a damn good one. She didn't know how to feel about this situation in the moment. She knew how she would feel after, but at this very moment, she enjoyed everything. At least she was sure she did. She attempted to shake her head and give a small 'mm-mm' sound, yet it all came out as the same gagging once more as she instead let out a muffled moan.

The Professor fucked Bunny with reckless abandon. The girl was talented at giving head, that was certain. In time, he’d teach her how to show subservience. How to get on her knees and crawl between his bare legs, to kiss her way up his thighs and to worship his cock like a high priestess would worship her god.

The thought drove him crazy. Heat flushed his cheeks, straining his neck. His body tensed in exertion, every vein pumping furiously, working in concert to chase his release.

He would teach her all that and more, but for now, he just wanted to fuck that warm orifice a little longer. And so he did. Stroke after stroke made the girl gag and moan and squirm. Globs of spit and white froth coated her face and dripped down onto his desk, onto the floor, with every forceful thrust.

He felt Bunny shake her head in response to his question, the motion almost imperceptible from how she was trapped beneath him. But he sensed her submission, and her enjoyment.

She was trembling. Her thighs quivered like jelly. Was she close to cumming? She must be. How delightful - that she would cum from being orally abused.

“Ms Freeman, you will not cum until you have received permission. Beg for permission. Tell me how badly you want to cum with my cock in your mouth. I want you to suck on it and drain me while you ride your own orgasm. That’s what you are - a slutty student who gets off on sucking cock and servicing your professor.”