Bunny distinguishes herself

It was almost like a fluid motion, her body quivering in small intervals as she finished riding out her climax. She pulled the dildo out of her and just completely let it go to fall wherever it pleased. A good girl to the end, she instantly swallowed the last load she had been given, letting out a few coughs afterwards as her body turned a little to the side to lie in a more comfortable position.

As Bunny felt the pants land on her, she instantly begin to use them — not even realizing that they had been her pants she was wiping her face clean with. It wasn't until she finally opened her eyes that she made that discover, and a small pit in her stomach formed as she realized she had just ruined her pants. Crap, she thought, _what am I going to wear to get out of here now? _She quickly pushed those thoughts off to the side, remembering what she was supposed to do afterwards as she slowly crawled off of the desk and situated herself between John's legs.

It was unclear whether she had truly regained her sanity and consciousness. When she looked up at her professor from her position on her knees, her eyes still held that glossy and empty look to them. Her left hand gently grasping around his shaft, she leaned forward, beginning to lap at any stray fluid she had seen on his inner thighs before working her way up to his cock.

The sight of the mindbroken girl before him tugged at the Professor’s heartstrings and at his penis. If he were less cruel, he might have even felt a stab of guilt in his heart. Instead, he just felt aroused.

He allowed the girl to work, enjoying her hesitant but increasingly lewd oral ministrations. Her tongue traveled all over his shaft and around his head, in timid and rapid little licks.

“You have fantasized about this,” he mused aloud, “but you haven’t had much experience, have you?”

He leaned down and grabbed her by her hair, close to the back of her neck, yanking down and forcing her to look up into his eyes again.

“It’s cute when little girls lick and suck on cock like they’re enjoying a lollipop. But good girls don’t enjoy by themselves, they serve. To serve, you need to please me above all. I’m sure you’ve seen plenty of examples from your hentai and manga. Stick your tongue out.”

He smiled when she complied, the girl seemingly absent-mindedly and in a daze.

“Good girl. Now, keep your tongue there,” He pulled her face close, brushing her tongue against the underside of his shaft. “Wag your tongue gently left and right. Suck it like that.”

He released her to let her work. The girl was a fast learner, he must admit. Her soft tongue wiggled back and forth, brushing his veiny shaft from side to side as she suckled on his head, taking him deep into her mouth. She was making him hard again.

She barely gave any indication that she had heard his first words. Continuing to lick and suck as she was told to do, she whimpered once when she felt him pulling on the hair at the nape of her neck. Bunny looked up at him with a small idle pout as he spoke. One of her hands stayed wrapped around his cock as the other rested on one of his thighs.

She did exactly as he told, opening her mouth as her tongue stuck out as far as it could. Interestingly enough, Bunny had a tongue that was a bit longer than average. Though John had not noticed this earlier, he certainly would _feel _it now. Her head shook a little, side to side, as she wagged her tongue against the head of his cock. All the while, she continued to gaze up at him through her hooded eyes.

He grabbed hold of her cheeks and pulled her down into his groin, forcing her to deepthroat him. He pushed past her throat barrier as he bottomed out in her mouth, and heard her **** again. However, being the good little slut that she was, she was still obeying his instructions; her tongue, squashed flat against his big cock, flicked rapidly still and tickled his balls. He moaned aloud, deeply. She had the best tongue he’d ever enjoyed. It was long enough to caress his heavy sack, even when he was fully and firmly lodged in her mouth. He enjoyed her tongue for a moment longer before letting her come up for air.

When she was done coughing and spluttering, he pulled her gently to the bulbous head of his cock again and let her resume cleaning him. Bunny did so enthusiastically.

The Professor patted her head and stroked her cheek with a calloused palm, allowing her to take the lead for now. Despite her growing fatigue, she continued to lick him clean, waiting until he gave her the okay and enjoying the soft touches from his calloused hand. It was a completely different feeling from when he had been manhandling her from before.

He wondered how much he should — could — push the girl. It was the first time he had enjoyed her, and she had done well. Her pouting lips were so adorable, he wanted to ravage her again. But he knew he would have to pace himself.

“Well done, Bunny,” he said as he popped his hard cock out of her cheeks, “you’ve earned your prize. A real older man’s big cock in your inexperienced little slit. But not today.” When his cock was removed from her mouth, earning his praise as it happened, the girl immediately let out a small weak smile, which quickly turned into another pout as she whined in protest against what he had said.

He ignored her little whine and slapped her firmly but gently on the cheek. She quickly grew quiet upon the slap, nodding slowly with disappointment. Her head leaned off to the side and against his thigh as she gazed up at him idly, listening quietly as he spoke.

“Good things are worth waiting for, yes, Ms Freeman? If you really must, you can masturbate tonight while thinking about having my meat in you.

Tomorrow, when you arrive in my lecture hall, I want you wearing the sluttiest top you own, and a skirt. Inside your skirt, I want you to wear a wireless, remote-controlled vibrator.” For a second, her eyebrow twitched with surprise and worry at his demand. Instinctively, she almost flat-out refused to obey his instructions.

John stood up, strode past Bunny, pulled his bottom desk drawer open, and pulled out a pink, wireless vibrator. He tossed it at her. Her lips were beginning to part in protest but he stood up before she could say anything. Her hands fell in her lap as she watched him walk past her.

“Do you understand my instructions?”

She was quick to catch the vibrator, looking at it before looking at her professor once more, her cheeks beginning to heat up as she started to come out of the mindless daze she had been in.

She stayed quiet, a nervous look obviously crossing her face as she hesitated to agree to his request.