Getting Kinky with Joanna

Eternity passes, and the class finally ends. You linger after the others have left, as I shuffle through papers and look at my books. I don't even seem to know you're there. Then I look at the door, as if noticing for the first time that everyone was gone, and I get up to close the door and lock it. I look at you, acknowledging your presence for the first time since the class ended, and I step out of my pants. My cock is rock hard, popping out of your panties, and I walk over to you. You don't hesitate for a moment. A few weeks ago you would have. You would have been afraid of being caught. You would have tensed up at doing something like this in the department. But no longer. Now you're my willing slut, and only care about having me inside you.

You bring your face to me again and kiss and caress me through the panties for a moment. You want to rip them off and fuck me, but you hold back, knowing that it will only make it more intense if you do. Slowly, softly, you pull the panties down a bit, letting my hard cock pop out. They cling around my balls, encasing them in lace. You wrap your hand around my shaft and your lips around my head, sucking and kissing. The other hand wanders down, hiking up your skirt, to your hard throbbing cunt. I muffle your moans as you start to rub yourself. You grind into your hand, riding the plug all the while, fucking yourself with it.

"That's it, my sweet whore, fuck us to the edge, but don't let us cum," I whisper, fucking your face now, stuffing my cock into your mouth. Then I pull out and look down at you, your eyes pools of lust.

"Get up and bend over the table," I command. And you obey, as you always do, as you know you must. You bend over the table at the same spot where you just had your books, where you always sit for class. I stand behind you, caressing your legs and ass.

SLAP, SLAP You feel your ass cheeks burn as I spank you.

"That's for coming to class with no panties on," I mumble. You grin, and press your cunt into my hand, eager for me to feel your wetness. I rub your lips and let a finger slide into your slit, caressing your hard clit.

SLAP, SLAP.

"That's for sitting through my class with a wet pussy," I scold you again, mockingly. You moan appreciatively as i start to rub your clit between my fingers. Your cunt is dripping, and you so need to have it filled.

I bring my cock to your wet cunt, and start to slide it in. YOu're so wet, but so tight, I can't possibly fit in all at once. You bite your hand, trying not to make noise as I stretch you and penetrate you. My thumb travels to the plug and begins to press it in, to wiggle it. "yessss," you moan, as you feel it move inside you, against my thick hard cock.

Then I slide out and you turn to me, expectantly, wondering what I'll do. You feel my fingers close around the end of the plug, and draw it out of you. You push, expelling it, and soon feel my cool breath as I blow on your gaping hole. You're stretched so wide open. It had been so hard to stretch that tight asshole the first time I sodomized you. Now you took it up the ass like a good whore. You giggle a bit, knowing what I was about to do.

"Are you going to give it to me up the ass, Professor?" You ask coyly, knowing the answer already. How you love to call me "Professor" when you know I'm about to violate you. "ohhhh, Professor," you call out, as you feel my tongue explore you, penetrate you, twist inside you. My fingers next, and finally, my thick head at your asshole, penetrating you. It hurts, despite the plug, despite all the practice you've had. But you love that pain now. It's the pain that comes with giving yourself to me completely, in any way I want. You press back, eager to take more or me, biting your lip as I stretch you. Soon, my head is in, and you feel your asshole tighten around my shaft. I hold it there as I watch you sweat and listen to you groan. I know it hurts you, and I love it. I grab your hair and pull you back so you can hear me whispher,

"I'm going to fuck your ass like a whore, you know?"

"Yes, yesssss I'm your whore. Your slut. Sodomize me. Just give it to me hard."

I respond with a powerful thrust that pushes you into the table, burying my dick deep inside you. "Take that, you fucking whore," I groan. I hold onto your hips and pound your ass hard as you clutch the table and push back against me, eager to take me as deep as you can.

"Play with that cunt, slut" I command. Your hand pops down to your clit, and you start rubbing. You feel your pleasure build instantly. My thick cock violating you. You hear my voice and breath change, and you know my precum is oozing into your ass. You know soon I'll be grunting the way I do when I'm about to cum. You rub harder, wanting to cum with my dick in your ass. A bit more. Harder, faster. Tension building all over.

It pulses through you. Wave after wave courses through your body, as your ass clenches around my cock, as your pussy throbs and grasps for that cock that should be filling it. Your juices squirt into your hand. And you hear my grunting reach its pitch, and feel my cock impale you and squirt. I hold it in you deep, wanting to deliver my load as deep into your asshole as I can. You feel each squirt inside you, so hot and warm.

You become conscious again of where you are, on the seminar table, gettting buttfucked by your Professor. Your sweat has dripped all over it. Your pussy juice is running down your leg. My cock is slipping out of your asshole, and you can feel my warm cum ooze out of you. My tongue is there in an instant, licking it all up, sucking it out of your ass. You let me, and then quickly turn around, pressing your mouth against mine, greedy to have some of that cum yourself. We kiss deeply, sharing the jizz, as we cup each other's asses. Yours, naked under my firm grip. Mine, covered in cotton and lace. You kneel down and kiss your way along the edge of your panties, then trace your tongue along the length of my cock. Cupping my balls through the cotton, you suck me. Dirty whore that you are.

I take the panties off and put them back on you, getting them wet with pussy juice and cum. We kiss and reassemble ourselves, then slip into the abandoned hallway. Away I go to my wife. Away you go to your boyfriend. Both of us back to our real lives, both of us secretly whores.

You open your eyes and when you turn toward the woman across the aisles, you notice she's watching you, and grinning.

In her alto voice she remarks quietly, "From the smile on your face, it looked as if you were reliving some very nice memories, hon."

You turn red with embarrassment and stammer a reply. Thankfully, the announcements interrupt. The plane is about to land. The bustle of preparing the cabin gives you an excuse to break off chatting with her, but you can feel her eyes on you as you smooth out your clothes and watch Miami grow in the window. On the way out of the plane, you find yourself close to her in the aisle. Her hand even rubs against your leg, sending shivers through you. She glances and grins, and then is off down the aisle and jetway. You can't help but watch her shapely ass wiggle away from you.

You can't believe you're doing this, sharing a room with me at the conference. I've already checked in and have gone out to the see friends. You look around. The bed is big, the bathroom nicely appointed. In the closet are my shirts and ties, my extra shoes. In the drawers are my boxers and other things. You unpack, nesting alongside me. Your panties and bras with my boxers. Your clothes hanging next to mine in the closet. By the bed you notice a gift bag, and smile. I try to be considerate with you always. I fuck you like a whore but treat you like the lovely young girl you are. You open the gift bag and find a note, as well as a pair of lacey black panties and black fishnet pantyhose. Smiling as you caress your face with the lace, you open the card.

"Welcome to Miami, Joanna, my sweet whore. I hope you'll put these on and get them damp for me. Come look for me near the bar at 3. I have the first of your surprises for you there. xoxoxox, William." You trace your fingers along the page, thinking of me writing this, writing your name and calling you my whore. You bring the note to your nose and notice I've dabbed my cologne on it.

You strip. It seems so odd, taking your clothes off in a room that, up to now, has been mine alone. The new panties fill beautifully, and fishnets hug your ass and legs just right. You look in the mirror and see what a whore they make of you. The panties you'd been wearing lie on the bed. You grab them and arrange them on my pillow before leaving.

Registration, a few panels, a good paper here and there. The clock crawls toward 3, and when it gets there your heart starts to pound. Your feet carry you to the bar as if they belonged to someone else. You spy me through the crowd, talking with Jonathon and another scholar. Do you approach me? Do you wait to be seen? It's a moot point. I've caught your eye and I'm waving you over. You approach the group, and I introduce you as my favorite student. Jonathon eyes you up and down, despite himself. The other man can't help but steal a glance. Fishnets? At a conference? We make some small talk. They grill you a bit about your work. Finally, they leave us, albeit not without a glance or two back to appreciate you once more, and to wonder just what we're up to.

Right away, I have my hand on your back. We both feel the electricity jump between us. I gently direct you to one of the booths, off in a dark corner, and order us drinks. I don't need to ask you what you want, because I already know. One of those little intimacies we've come to share over the months we've been fucking each other. We chat a while, about your trip, your time at the conference so far. You tell me you're wearing my present, and I smile devilishly. I slip my foot out of my shoe and run it along your leg, feeling you in the fishnets. Your eyes open wider when you realize I'm wearing fishnets as well.

"Professor! Are you dressed like a naughty little whore?" you ask, playfully.

"Mmm, yes, my sweet slut," I whisper, "like you're naughty little whore. Want to check?" You nod and I invite you to follow me.

We're in the men's room of the lobby, in one of the stalls with doors that go all the way down. Our hearts are beating, having barely avoided being seen on the way in. I press you against the wall and kiss you greedily as my hands cup your ass and push you against me.

"God, I wanted to do that as soon as you walked up to me, right in that bar," I mutter.

"Oh, god, yes. Me too. I've been hungry for you. I want your lips," you whisper between wet, passionate kisses.

I forget where I am, lost in kissing you. You feel transported, my mouth on yours. Our mouths open. Our tongues dancing together. Our breath mingling. Your hair tickling my face. My cock grows hard, pressed against your young body. God, how I thirst for you, lust for you. I thought you'd never come. I thought this moment would never arrive. You revel in my kisses, and cover me with yours. You suck on my tongue, taste my saliva, and caress my cheek. You feel your heart pound and tears well up with desire.

Someone comes into the bathroom, and we wake from our reverie, pulling our mouths apart, but keeping our faces close, our eyes locked and trying not to giggle. I reach down to undo my pants. You look down, letting your fingertips trail down my body, but never lifting your hands from me. How could you? Why would you want to stop touching me when I'm so near? I watch your hair hand down as you direct your gaze downwards, toward the tent in my pants. You watch my trembling hands fumble with my belt, the button, the zipper. You can't help but sigh as I pull my pants down, revealing my hard cock wrapped in lace and black fishnets. Panties and hose just like the ones you have on. You immediately drop to your knees to lick and caress me. I run my hands through your hair as I always do when you give me your mouth. Gently then, I draw you back up and kiss you once more, as your hands linger on my cock and balls, rubbing them through the material. I fuck your hand gently.

"It's time for me to chair that panel," I whisper. "Want to come watch?"

I stand at the front of the conference room, introducing the speakers. I have such presence, such authority. Only you know my secret, that I'm dressed like a boy-slut under my professional garb. Your wet pussy throbs. Your clit hardens as you watch me. Your mind drifts above the panel, hardly hearing the words, as you watch and press your legs together, putting pressure on your clit, caressing it. You can feel the puddle forming in your panties. You know it's soaked through the hose, and maybe even gotten onto your skirt. Who cares? You can only think of my cock in those panties, in that hose. You can only think of being my whore, and of me being yours.

After the panel I leave quickly, winking at you as I go. We've made our plans. After dinner with Alana and Holly you're coming up to the room, where we can be together alone for the first time since you arrived. You muddle through dinner, distracted and horny. Alana look stunning in her low cut top, and Holly's new haircut frames her pretty face so nicely. Ordinarily you'd be wondering about their cunts, dreaming of a threesome, but tonight your lust belongs to me, only to me.

Finally, back to the room. You fumble with the key and slip inside, your heart pounding and your cunt soaking wet. There I am on the bed waiting for you. My clothes are off, expect for the panties and hose. I'm on my knees, with my head buried in the pillows. My ass is sticking up, waiting for you. Toys, a camera, lube litter the bed. I say nothing. My eyes follow you as I smile. You get behind me and caress my legs and ass. You kiss my cheeks.

"Are you ready, William?" you ask, as your fingertips graze my balls.

"Yes, Joanna. Fuck me. Make me your whore." I answer, throaty and eager to be yours.

You respond with your fingers and tongue. Gently, you tear the fishnets open, and slip your hands underneath, caressing my ass through the lace. I can feel your mouth at my balls, your warm breath penetrating the material. I can't help but push back against your mouth, feeding you my sack. You hear my breath quicken and my moans become louder. The wetness grows between your legs, and you pull your face away. Slowly, you peel my panties aside, exposing my asshole. I'm puckered and tight, and utterly yours. You bring the tip of your tongue to my hole, and trace circles around me, clutching my balls and cock with your hand. I clutch the pillows, gasping.

You've been dreaming of this. Ever since we first started talking about buttfucking. Ever since you discovered the sensuous delight of having a tongue in your ass, ever since I started to penetrate you there, fill you there, fuck you there, you've wanted to turn the tables on me. I had promised you I would give myself to you, be your whore, be your puto. And now I was, bent over and vulnerable and yours to violate as you pleased. Your heart pounds. Your blood courses through you. Your panties soak in juices. Your clit hardens. Your breath quickens. And you bring the tip of your tongue to my asshole and violate me.

I gasp as I feel your tongue probe me. My asshole yields to you easily, to your warm wet tongue fucking my boy-cunt. I can't help but reach down to touch my cock, and I find your hand there, clutching still. My rough masculine fingers intertwine with your delicate feminine hands as you rim me. We both play with my cock as you tongue fuck me for the first time.

You pull away, and I feel the cool breeze on my asshole, wet with your saliva. You look down at me, such a whore in my torn fishnets and lacey panties, my asshole glistening, and you let your hands wander to your cunt. So very wet. Your panties utterly soaked through, your clit throbbing. You masturbate softly, feeling your juices flow. You slip a hand inside and soak your fingers, then bring them to my asshole, covering it with your cunt juice.

I can feel how wet they are, how wet you are, and I know you're going to start fucking me in earnest now. Your fingertips against my hole, pressing. I'm so tight, but your fingertips will not be denied. There's no saying no. There's no denying you. I push back, and feel my asshole yield to your violation. I gasp as you stretch me open, "Oh my god"

"Yes, William," you mutter, "take me. I'm going to give it to you like the cheap little whore you are." And you push your fingers in, violating me once and for all.

I moan loudly at the sudden invasion. Your fingers feel huge inside me. I curse and groan, clutch the pillows, but hold still so you can take me. I'm your whore now, your puto, and I'm there for you to fuck. Your fingers stretch me as they slide in and out, opening me up, going deeper each time. I can hear you rub your pussy with the other hand. Your cunt is so audibly wet.

Your clit throbs against your fingers as you fuck me. You forget to be tender, eager to violate me, and start to thrust. I gasp. you can hear the pain in my quivering voice, and you only thrust harder. Rubbing your clit the whole time, intoxicated with the thrill of violating me at last.

But you stop yourself. The camera has caught your eye, and you manage to pick it up. You snap a few photos of my violated ass, sticking out of the fishnets, the panties shoved aside. You take some more with yoru fingers deep inside me, and then you pull out, and take a few shots of my gaping asshole. I know what's coming next, and I'm fearful. I know you're going to use your cock on me, and I want to call it off, tell you, no, next time, I'm not ready, but I bite my tongue. Because my apprehension is nothing compared to my desire to hand myself over to you and be fucked like the whore I am. I turn, and watch you attach your strap-on.

You look magnificent. A beautiful, brilliant young girl dressed like a slut and wearing a cock, ready to fuck me. You feel magnificent too. The dildo feels so heavy protruding from between your legs. It rubs your clit just right as you stroke it, and feel the power of having an appendage made for violating another. You grin at me, drunk with lust and power.

"Off the bed and on your knees, bitch," you command. And I obey. You bring your cock to my face. "Suck me, whore."

I take the toy - no, your cock - between my lips and kiss it. I run my lips along the length, licking. I stroke it, jacking you off. You feel it rub against your clit with every move. I wrap my lips around the head, my eyes locked on yours, and start to suck it hard. You take my head in your hands and start to thrust. Into my mouth it rushes, down my throat it stabs. I gag right away, and you keep fucking me.

"Take it like the nasty little whore you are, bitch," you growl at me, as you face fuck me deep and hard. Each thrust grinds the toy against your clit. Each thrust pressed it deeper down my throat. You watch the tears grow in my eyes as I struggle to take it as deep as I can, my hands on your ass pulling you in. You fuck me until you're on the edge, and then stop, panting and dripping.

I know it's time. You don't have to say a word. I get on my back, and draw my legs up and apart as far as I can. You settle in on top of me, your eyes locked on mine, and bring my legs onto your shoulders. You kiss and lick them through the fishnets as you bring your cock to my boy-cunt. You recapture my gaze and thrust.

I gasp and clutch you as I feel you violate me. You've stretched me so well, but your cock still feels so huge. It opens me, violates me, makes me yours. You groan as you feel it press harder than ever against your clit, and then you hold it there and look down on me. Tears are running out of my eyes. The pain in my face is clear, but so is the pleasure. The pleasure of being underneath you, of having you on top of me, of giving myself to you, of being your whore. You bring your lips to mine and kiss me deeply as you work your cock into my cunt. I push back, wanting you deep inside me, no matter how much it hurts. Slowly you start to fuck me. Slowly you start to feel the pleasure of violating another's body. The toy rubs you just right, and you lose yourself in the pleasure of fucking. My legs on your shoulders. My ass thrusting up to take your sweet, painful penetration. We're lost in groans and barely articulate shouts of lust and pleasure.