Professor's Pet

"Harder, please, use my wet cunt," she whispered in a moan.

He fucked her harder, obedient to her needs, "You're such a slut, Maggie," he hissed into her ear.

His cock pounded into her dripping hole, jarring her body with every thrust. His cock and balls grew stained with her juices. Her hands held him tighter and her mouth pressed against his neck to keep from screaming. He tugged hard on her nipple and she winced at the sensation.

Her orgasm steadily built inside her as he used her like a proper slut. She was so close while she spied on him, now that she had her lover inside her the need of release came quickly. The warmth bubbling in her genitals caused her cunt to pulsate rapidly on his cock.

His pet lifted her head from his shoulder, her eyes glazed with pleasure, "May I cum, professor?" she asked with heavy breath.

Professor Gottschalk slapped her face with a tight palm, "Orgasm on my prick you slut," he snarled at her.

Maggie's spread legs twitched uncontrollably as her body shuddered. Her panting stopped for a moment with her mouth agape. She let out a fuzzy silent scream as she gave into her body. Pleasure pulsed throughout her being as her cunt flooded with her orgasm. Her lover fucked her through her orgasm, feeling her euphoria on his cock, milking him. He watched her beautiful face crinkle as she quivered, eyelids fluttering.

"Let it go my pet," he coaxed her, "Release yourself for me."

Her cunt gushed at his words, spurting out her silky cum around his shaft. She whimpered and held tight onto him. Her juices soaked his pubic hair and balls, running down his thighs. Her cum was hot against his flesh. John loved that she was a squirter; it made him feel like he provided her not only an orgasm but also a great service.

The professor gave his pet a moment to gather herself; her body was still trembling when he grabbed her by her hair roughly. The sudden shock woke her from her post orgasm bliss. She blinked her eyes open and he withdrew his erection from her steaming cunt.

"Give me your mouth, fuckpet," he said sternly.

Maggie curled her legs under her and twisted her body. She positioned herself with her knees behind her and arched her spine down with her hands curled over the edge of the desk. Her breasts hung from her chest. John's hand remained tied up in her hair, her brown locks messily hung between his fingers.

He didn't have to push her. His pet ran her tongue around his thick head, over the ridge and down his shaft. Her tongue lapped at his length tasting her juices. She opened her mouth on the side of his erection and sucked as she flicked her tongue against him, running her mouth along his rod. Her tongue snaked in and about of her mouth as she coated him in her saliva.

Maggie eagerly opened her warm mouth, taking his cock stained with her cum, between her lips. Her hazel eyes looked up at him, as she tasted herself on his flesh, pushing her mouth down his shaft inch by inch. He felt her tongue stud press into his cock as she massaged him with her tongue. Maggie's mouth watered as she fed. Her tongue slivered expertly around the cock in her mouth.

John watched her feed; he loved how her cheeks sunk in as her mouth swallowed his cock. She moaned onto him, sucking cock was her specialty. Her tongue fluttered against the underside of his shaft, rocking her head back and forth down his length, nudging his cockhead against her throat.

"Fuck... You're too good," the professor groaned.

Maggie reared her mouth back and lewdly spit her built up saliva onto his bulbous head, "I can be a crappy cock sucker if you like," she teased him with a string of spit hanging from her lip.

"Fuck that," he chuckled.

His pet smiled and kissed the tip of his cock and spread her lips over the head of his shaft. Her tongue slid against his cockslit, making her lover shudder. She moaned at his reaction and pushed her mouth down his shaft, till it was pushed against her throat. Maggie watched his needy eyes as she rocked her head to each side, teasing him with her tongue waving against the underside of his shaft. He reached under her and pawed at her hanging tits.

She dropped her jaw and swallowed his erection into her tight throat, pushing against him until her nose was crammed into his pelvis. John groaned louder than he should have, her throat was soft and clenched around his cock. Maggie lifted her hand and grabbed the back of his thigh pulling him even deeper into her mouth.

"How... Fuck, how do you do that?" he sighed as her mouth turned to each side with his cock crammed completely inside.

Saliva dripped out of the corners of Maggie's mouth and down her chin as she fed hungrily on her lover. His cock stayed nestled in her throat and she rocked her lower jaw, fucking him deep into her throat. The professor scratched his fingers down her angled spine to the curve of her perched up ass, his other hand still firmly wrapped in her hair.

His pet gagged under him, her throat clenched tighter around his cock. John dropped his head back for a moment, enjoying the care his pet provided.

She opened her mouth and let her spittle flow out from her lips, onto his fuzzy sac. Her lips sealed back around his flesh, her tongue and stud pushed up and down against his cock, her jaw moved slightly with the motions.

"It feels like you're really eating my cock..." John said in a hoarse voice, "When did you learn that?"

Maggie pulled her mouth back, sucking hard on the way; his cock fell out of her mouth with a pop. She smiled and said nothing, spitting up several times onto his cock. She wasn't the type of girl to give away her secrets.

Her mouth was a mess as she looked up at him. Her hand left his thigh and came around, wrapping her fist around his cock. She begged him for his cum with her eyes, needy with lust.

The professor gave her ass a few light slaps, "You'll get it slut."

Her hand glided up and down his shaft vigorously, smearing the silken spit lube into his flesh. He watched her with his mouth agape, breath quickening with each stroke.

She dove under his cock and promptly made out with his balls, her mouth kissing, licking and sucking his tender sac. Her tongue coated his balls with saliva, tending to the holding place of her lovers seed. He pushed her head against his sac with a groan, his pet moaned into his flesh in response.

Her hand jerked his cock as quick as she could against her face. Her fist clenched over his head and loosened as it came back down. His orgasm stirred inside him, filling his body with warmth. He yanked her hair and brought her face in front his cock.

She looked up at him, hungry, "Give me your seed professor." Maggie's fist was a blur on his cock. She watched him for a response. "Feed me your cum," she begged.

Her hand dropped from his cock and she swallowed him whole again. At the feel of her warm mouth enveloping his throbbing organ, the pent up release flowed from his balls through his cock. He erupted into her throat with a hushed growl, coating her throat with a rope of his sticky seed.

She brought her mouth up, needing to taste him on her tongue. Her lips stayed sealed around his cock head sucking tenderly and her hand stroked the length of his shaft, milking him. The pleasure grew into warmth felt throughout his loins as his balls pulled up into his body, emptying into her loving mouth. He squeezed her ass as he came, digging his nails into her, panting with pleasure.

Maggie tasted his musky seed on her tongue and swirled it around his sensitive cockhead. She let his load linger in her mouth before pulling back and letting him go with her mouth and hand.

His pet sat up on her knees and scooted up on the desk, his hands fell from her body as she moved. She looked at her lover, adoring his geeky post orgasm grin as she swallowed. "Yummy, thank you," her fingers ran over her lips, making sure she got his entire load and cleaned her mouth.

"Damn, you are incredible," he said unable to wipe the stupid smile from his lips.

Maggie smiled sweetly, "You're too kind, professor." Her fingers traced the collar on her neck as she spoke.

Professor Gottschalk ran his hand over his forehead and back through his curly hair, almost laughing at the intensity of his orgasm. He leaned in and kissed her lips softly. Cupping her warm cheek in his hand as he tasted his flavor lingering in her mouth.

He pulled back from the kiss, "I need some coffee, how about you?"

Maggie smiled and nodded, "I'd love some."

"Don't go anywhere," he teased as he stepped back and quickly dressed himself in his slacks, shirt, and shoes.

She smiled and slid off his desk, her heels clicking on the tile as she came down. Maggie watched him pull his suspenders over his shoulders. He attempted to make himself look presentable.

"I'd never dream of it," she replied, picking up his jacket from his chair and slipping the tweed over her nudity.

John winked, "I'll be right back," he smiled at her once more before opening the door and taking a deep breath.

Maggie sat in his comfortable chair and leaned back. She was happy, surrounded by the warmth and aroma of his clothing. She watched as he stepped out and heard the door click locked.

Professor Gottschalk walked down the hall trying to avoid eyes with his fellow professors as he made his way to the lounge room. He rubbed his goatee and scratched at the coarse hair on his face, trying to look like he was in deep thought.

Maggie relaxed in the silence of his office; his jacket hung open covering her breasts. Her legs crossed, the jacket sat around her hips. She trailed the lines of the tweed with her fingers smiling softly to herself. She ran her fingers over the smooth black buttons, enjoying the sight of the cuffs covering over half of her hands.

Suddenly the loud ring of his office phone interrupted her peace. She nearly jumped out the chair and fought back a scream.

The phone rang five times, and then the answering machine picked up, her lovers voice came through"This is Professor Gottschalk. I'm away from my office right now, leave a message and I will return your call as soon as possible."

Maggie ran her fingers over the smooth cedar desk; she couldn't help but perk up and listen.

A woman's voice came through the machine, sounding tired, rushed and annoyed,"Hello, it's your wife,"strong emphasis on the word wife Maggie noted silently.

"I know your schedule, where are you? You didn't tell me you had a meeting today,"his wife sighed."I need you to pick up the dry cleaning on your way home. You said you were making chicken noodle casserole for dinner and we don't have any celery. Also, get milk, bread, laundry detergent and new sponges while you're at the store."

Maggie's nose crinkled at the list and she reached across the desk and flipped over the picture of his wife with a point-making thud.

"Also, don't forget Abbey's after school tutoring is over at 5:30," There was a long silence and Maggie gnawed her teeth together. "I hope you're out getting that oil change I reminded you about."

"He's been changing my oil, bitch," the evil voice in Maggie's head replied.

"I think that's it, I'll call you if I remember anything else,"it clicked as she hung up and the room went silent.

Maggie looked down and realized she was clenching her fists so hard her nails were digging into her palm. She tried to take deep breaths to calm down, but couldn't help the anger inside her.

Several long moments later the door unlocked and clicked open. John fumbled with the two coffees and pushed the door open with his foot squeezing himself inside. Maggie's sweaty palms rubbed against the arms of the chair.

"Two creams, two sugars just as you like madam..." he pushed the lock with his pinky then he saw the grimace on her face and raised a brow. "What is it? What's wrong?" he asked as he brought her coffee over and sat on the corner of his desk.

Maggie lifted her hand and took the steaming Styrofoam cup from him. She blew into the vented lid several times in silence.

"When is it going to be over?" she asked quietly, finally breaking the silence.

He took a sip of his coffee and looked at her confused, "What are you talking about?"

She looked up at him, "Your wife called. I heard the answering machine... When is it going to be over?" she asked again slowly.

Stillness lingered in the air as the professor stroked his goatee. They stared at each other. Maggie took a few sips of her steaming coffee.

"John..." Maggie broke the silence again, "I don't understand. You've told me she treats you like a housewife. You said yourself that she doesn't respect you as a human being anymore," Maggie took in a breath. "She looks right through you... You deserve better," she put her cup on the desk.

He nodded and sipped his coffee, keeping her eye contact.

"A husband should be worshipped," she continued, not pushing her words, she spoke softly. "Your needs should be tended to. You shouldn't be pushed around like this. It hurts me to see you treated this way..." she broke off before tears could start swelling in her eyes and looked away.

John put his nearly empty cup down next to hers, rims touching. He closed his hand into a loose fist under her chin. His thumb stroked her lower lip as he brought his eyes to hers.

"Maggie," he spoke gently, "It's marriage. It's difficult. I'm working on it, I promise you. You wouldn't see me the same if I just walked out and left my kids behind would you?"

She shook her head and almost silently whispered, "No."

"You wouldn't respect me anymore. I wouldn't be the decent man you adore," he half smiled. "I promise. It won't be tomorrow, but I want you, only you."

Maggie swallowed, trying to ease her dry mouth, "I understand."

The professor got to his feet and pushed his chair and Maggie back towards the window. He kneeled before her and ran his hand down the available flesh on her chest. She shivered and couldn't help but smile.

"Don't be upset. I won't let her ruin our time together," he told her. His lips found her neck and kissed the curve of her neck down to her shoulder softly.

Maggie dropped her head to the opposite side as he kissed her sensitive neck. "No... No, of course not," she smiled.

Her hand found the back of his head and ran her fingers thru his curly locks. His lips made their way down, over her collarbone, to the space between her breasts. Maggie bent her lip watching him and opened her legs, draping them over the arms of the chair, letting her lover come closer.

She leaned back in his chair as his lips pressed into a mound of flesh on her chest, dragging his tongue over her soft skin, tasting her sweetness. She whimpered softly, watching him kiss her breast. He used his nose and nudged his jacket off her tit as his lips found her nipple and bumped the fabric off her other breast with a flick of his fingers.

John wrapped his right hand around her, holding her body by the small of her back. He tickled his way down over her belly with his nails. He found her smooth, bare, cunt and opened her lips with two fingers. His middle finger traced up and down tickling her jeweled clit. His pet's head dropped back against the leather chair, holding back a moan, as the professor bit down on her nipple. His middle three fingers pushed inside her cunt lips, circling her vuvla.

With her eyes closed Maggie whispered, "Take it off." The professor looked up at her suckling her nipple. "Your ring... take it off, I don't want it inside me."

He took his hand away and held it up to her. She lifted her hand from her knee and held it out. He rubbed his fingers together and brought it over his knuckle. The ring fell into her hand. She held his head to her chest and leaned forward, dropping the ring on the back of the over turned picture.

"Sorry, please continue," she said as she leaned back

John's mouth came off her nipple, "No problem, baby," he smiled and devoured her other breast with his mouth.

His hand found its way back to her cunt, placing his fingers against her hole again. He gently pushed his upturned fingers inside her loosely fucked hole. Her head dropped against her shoulder and her eyelids fluttered, feeling his fingers drag against her walls, gently driving in and out. Her hips rocked with his movements, her juices dripping out of her cunt onto his fingers.

John ran his tongue to the inner curve of her breast and bit down hard. His teeth sank into her flesh as he sucked, leaving a love mark on her. The bead of her tongue ring clicked against her teeth in an attempt to keep herself quiet.

The professor released his mouth from her skin and smiled, "I know you like those."

Maggie nodded, "The marks remind me of you," she smiled back.

He kissed down her stomach watching her eyes on the way. He withdrew his fingers from her cunt and brought them to his mouth, giving himself a taste of her juices.

"I think I'll need more than just a taste," he teased and put his hand on her thigh, opening her more. He eyed her available woman hood and smiled at the new jewelry sitting on top of her clit. A shiny pink curved barbell with little stones on the beads. "That's new," he said looking up at her.

"I wanted something to match my collar," she replied, lips curling into a grin.

His face settled between her thighs and he took in her scent. Her aroma and flavor was his narcotic. He kissed her clit, flicking his tongue over it. His pet shuddered at his tender care. His tongue circled over her sensitive genitalia.

Each stroke of his tongue flicked her jewelry against the hidden part of her clitoris. Maggie moaned and covered her mouth with her fingers, forcing her lips to stay closed.

He traced his tongue around her folds, against her soft pink flesh. John kneaded the small of her back bringing her pelvis closer. His mouth closed around her cunt. He pushed his tongue into her hole and drank in her nectar. Maggie's hand clenched hard on the armrest, fighting against a deep moan wanting to escape her mouth.

The professor ran his cheeks along her warmth, "You taste divine."

He dove back into her mound, hungrily feeding on his pet. His cock was stirring back to life under his slacks and he undid his fly, pulling his growing erection out. Maggie's head rocked back and forth against the leather chair. She loved how his goatee tickled her thighs. He stroked his cock to life as he gorged himself on his pet.

His tongue greedily probed her cunt, tasting her inner flesh. His pet's fluids ran down, saturating his goatee. He looked up at her, watching her eyes roll back into her head as she pushed his face between his thighs.

"You're going to make me cum," she moaned softly, her hips rising and falling off the chair with his mouth.

John took his hand off his cock and quickly stripped himself of his shirt, to keep her fluids from soaking it, keeping his mouth latched to his pet. He moved his lips to her clit and sucked it between his lips, nibbling and sucking. She bit down hard on her bottom lip as he shoved his fingers back inside her. He rubbed hard on her g-spot, making her body shudder.

"Oh god... Fuck, fuck, fuck," she cried out as quiet as possible.

He worked his fingers inside her, desperate to get another orgasm out. Maggie's chest heaved with her gasps, turning her body over to the service he provided. There was an explosion in her body. His fingers got forced out, her cunt pulsed so tight and hard. He latched his mouth onto her to drink in as much of his pet's flooding cum as he could.

Maggie writhed in the chair, every muscle in her body twitching. Her fluids gushed into his mouth and down his chin, dripping down to his chest. There was too much for him to drink, the remainder flowed down to the tile floor.