An Oral Presentation

“What the fuck you dick!” I say in a sharp yelp as I sit up straight again and scowl at the man as he walked around me, looking so poised and perfect as he stared me down. “I was just about to cum!” I growled, crossing my arms beneath my tits.

“I’m sure you were, Miss Lee, that’s why I stopped.” The smug smirk on his face… if I was in my old body I probably would’ve knocked the shit out of the old man for looking at me like that. But in this one my options were a lot more limited. “If you want to earn your retest you are going to need to work for it.” He continued as he stepped around to the front of the desk. “On your knees.”

I hesitated, but then slowly slid off the front of his desk, landing on my knees and sitting in front of him with slightly wider eyes. I had been in this position enough times already, so I knew what to do. I spread my legs slightly wider, arched my back, and ran my tongue out from between my lips like a runway for him to hit.

“Good girl…” was the only warning I got before he thrusted himself forward, shoving his cock down my throat as he held my hair into a ponytail while he thrusted himself forward.

GLUCK~GLUCK~GLUCK~GAWK~!

I did my best to try and keep up but this old man had some energy to him. His hand almost white-knuckling my hair controlled my movements, matching his tempo almost perfectly as drool began to spill out from the corners of my lips.

“Miss Lee, you know our university only wishes to see you succeed.” He says, but something about the way he was using me like a toy was making me not exactly believe him. “And it is my job as an educator to see you reach your full potential.” With that he yanks me back by my ponytail, forcing my lips off of his dick as he makes me meet his gaze. “Whatever potential that may be.” He teases with a smirk.

“And…” I start to say, my voice softer, and I actually had to swallow a growing amount of saliva that had begun to fill my mouth. “What sort of potential do you see?” I ask, raising an eyebrow a bit as I watch his smirk grow.

“Why don’t you lay down on that desk, madam, and I’ll show you?” He says as he reaches a hand down. I hesitate, for only a second, before my body moves on its own as I grab his hand and I pull myself to my feet, before moving over to his desk.