Chapter 9: Professor of Pleasure
: The Professor's Office
Emma May and Missy stood before Professor Thompson's desk, their hearts pounding with a mix of fear and excitement. The professor's office was a stark contrast to the typical academic setting, filled with an intriguing blend of textbooks and kinky paraphernalia that hinted at his secret desires. The room was bathed in the warm, golden light of a single desk lamp, casting long shadows that danced across the walls, creating an almost eerie atmosphere. The air was thick with the scent of old books and something else, something darker and more primal.
Emma and Missy's eyes darted around the room, taking in the unusual collection of items scattered about. Leather cuffs and collars hung from the bookshelves, interspersed with academic journals and textbooks. A large, ornately carved wooden paddle leaned against the wall, its dark surface gleaming menacingly under the lamplight. A spanking bench sat in the corner, its leather-padded surface inviting yet ominous.
Professor Thompson sat behind his desk, his eyes fixed on the two young women. He was a man of considerable age, his hair a shock of white that contrasted sharply with his dark, barrel chest.
The buttons on his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of wiry gray chest hair that seemed to invite touch. His eyes were a piercing blue, like chips of ice, and they seemed to bore into Emma and Missy with an intensity that made the girls squirm with discomfort and desire.
"Well, well, well," he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to echo in the dimly lit room. "Look what we have here." He stood up, his chair creaking ominously as he made his way around the desk.
Emma and Missy exchanged a nervous glance.
They could feel Professor Thompson's gaze on them, heavy and intense, like a physical touch. The air in the room seemed to grow thicker, heavier, the scent of old books mingling with the musk of arousal.
"You two know why you're here, don't you?" Professor Thompson asked, his voice a low growl. He moved closer, his footsteps silent on the wooden floor. Emma and Missy could feel the heat of his body, see the bulge of his erection straining against his dress pants.
"Yes, Professor," Emma replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her body aching with a mix of fear and anticipation. She knew why they were there, knew what he wanted from them. She could see the desire in his eyes, the way his gaze flicked over their bodies, lingering on their curves and the swells of their breasts.
Missy nodded in agreement, her body tense with a mix of nervousness and arousal. She could feel the heat of Professor Thompson's gaze on her skin, could see the way his eyes darkened with lust as he looked at her.
She knew what he wanted, what he expected from her and Missy. She could feel the wetness between her legs, the ache of her nipples, her body responding to the raw, primal desire radiating from him.
Professor Thompson stood in front of them, his body towering over theirs. He reached out, his rough hand cupping Emma's cheek, his thumb brushing against her bottom lip. She shivered at the touch, her eyes locked onto his. "You know why you're here, don't you, Emma?" he growled, his voice thick with desire.
Emma swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the heat of his hand on her cheek, the roughness of his palm against her soft skin. She could see the desire in his eyes, the way his gaze flicked over her body, lingering on her breasts, her hips, her mouth.
"Yes, Professor," she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath.
"You want to punish us for sneaking out of the boys' dorm, don't you?"
Professor Thompson's thumb traced the line of her jaw, his eyes never leaving hers. "That's right, Emma. And I think Missy here wants to be punished too, doesn't she?"
Missy bit her lip, her eyes cast down, but her body was trembling with anticipation. She nodded slightly, a soft "Yes, Professor" escaping her lips.
The professor's grip tightened on Emma's cheek, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. "Good," he growled.
"Because I'm going to enjoy every second of it."
He released Emma's cheek and stepped back, his eyes raking over both girls with a hunger that made their stomachs clench with anticipation. "Take off your clothes," he commanded, his voice low and dangerous.
Emma and Missy exchanged a glance, their hearts pounding with a mix of fear and excitement. Slowly, they began to undress, their eyes locked onto the professor, their bodies aching with desire. Emma pulled her bib overalls off, revealing her voluptuous figure, her breasts heaving with anticipation.
Missy, skinny but eager, followed suit, her small breasts and bald pussy already glistening with desire. Professor Thompson watched, his cock growing harder by the second, the veins pulsing with his growing need.
Emma, once she was naked, stepped forward, her voluptuous curves on full display. She reached out, her hand wrapping around his cock through his pants, her eyes locked onto his. "I've heard things, Professor," she purred, her voice sultry and seductive. "About your...unique teaching methods." She rubbed her hand against his length, the friction sending shivers of pleasure down his spine. "I think I'm ready for a private lesson, don't you?"
Missy, seeing Emma's boldness, stepped forward as well, her small, slender body trembling with desire.
She reached up, her hands fumbling with the belt of Professor Thompson's pants. "Please, Professor," she whispered, her voice breathy with anticipation. "I want to...
The professor's eyes darkened with lust at the sight of the two women before him, their bodies bare and eager. He could see the desire in their eyes, the way their breaths hitched with anticipation. He felt his cock strain against his pants, aching to be freed, to be touched and tasted by these two eager maidens.
He growled, his voice low and dangerous, "You both want a lesson, hmm? Well, I'm going to teach you a lesson you won't soon forget."
He shoved his pants down, his massive cock springing free, hard and ready. Emma let out a gasp, her eyes widening at the sight of his thick, veiny member. She'd heard rumors about Professor Thompson's size, but seeing it up close was something else entirely. She licked her lips, her body trembling with desire.
Missy, looking equally impressed and intimidated, reached out tentatively, her hand wrapping around the base of his shaft.
"Fuck, it's even bigger than I imagined," she breathed, her eyes wide with a mix of awe and apprehension.
Professor Thompson chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that sent shivers down both girls' spines. "You think you can handle it, Missy?" "Or is it too much for you?"
Missy's eyes flashed with determination, and she tightened her grip around his cock. "I can handle it, Professor," she said, her voice firm. "I want to feel it inside me.
I want to know what it feels like to have that monster cock stretch me wide open," Emma purred, her eyes locked onto Professor Thompson's as she ran her tongue along the underside of his cock, tasting the salty pre-cum leaking from the tip.
Missy, still stroking his length, looked up at him with a wicked grin. "I want to watch you fuck her with that huge cock, Professor. I want to see her take every inch of you."
Professor Thompson groaned, his cock throbbing in Missy's hand. He loved the way these young women talked to him, their filthy mouths driving him wild with desire.
He gripped Missy's chin, forcing her to look up at him. "You want to see her take my cock, does it make you wet, Missy?"
Missy's eyes were glassy with lust as she nodded, her small hand still stroking his length. "Yes, Professor. It makes me so fucking wet to think about it. I want to watch her take that big cock, to see her pussy stretch around it."
Emma, still on her knees, was licking and sucking at the head of his cock, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. She looked up at him, her green eyes filled with lust. "Please, Professor.
I want to feel that huge cock inside me," Emma begged, her eyes locked onto his, her hand still wrapped around his length, stroking him slowly. Professor Thompson's breath hitched as he looked down at the two women before him, their bodies eager and ready. He could see the desire in their eyes, the way their breaths came in short gasps, their bodies trembling with anticipation.
He reached down, his rough hands gripping Emma's hips, pulling her closer to him. He could feel the heat of her body, the softness of her skin against his fingertips.
He could see the desire in her eyes, the way her pupils dilated with lust as she looked up at him, her mouth still wrapped around his cock.
"You want it, don't you, Emma?" "You want to feel that big cock inside you, don't you?"
Emma nodded eagerly, her mouth still full of his cock. She couldn't speak, but her eyes told him everything he needed to know. She wanted it. She wanted him to fuck her with that massive cock, to fill her up completely.
He looked down at Missy, his grip still tight on her chin.
"And what about you, little slut? You want to watch while I fuck her with this big dick, don't you?"
Missy's breath hitched, her eyes widened, and she nodded eagerly. "Yes, Professor, please let me watch. I want to see you fuck her with that huge cock."
Professor Thompson grinned, his eyes dark with lust and dominance. "Good girls. I'm going to give you both what you want. But first, you're going to make me even harder."
He pushed Emma back gently, her mouth releasing his cock with a pop.
"On your knees, both of you," he growled, his voice thick with lust and authority. "I want to feel your tongues on my balls while you stroke my cock."
Emma and Missy complied immediately, their bodies trembling with anticipation as they knelt before him. Emma reached out, her long, slender fingers wrapping around the base of his cock, her thumb brushing against his shaft. Missy moved closer, her small, eager tongue extending to lap at his heavy balls, her hands gripping his thighs for support.
Professor Thompson groaned, his cock throbbing in Emma's hand as Missy's tongue bathed his sensitive skin.
He looked down at the two women, their bodies eager and ready, their eyes filled with desire.
"That's it, you dirty little sluts," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Get me nice and hard for you."
Emma and Missy moaned in response, their tongues and hands working in tandem to drive Professor Thompson wild with desire. Emma's thumb brushed against the underside of his cock, her fist pumping slowly and deliberately, while Missy's tongue licked and sucked at his balls, her small hands cupping and caressing them.
Professor Thompson watched, his chest heaving with each breath, as the two women serviced him.
"That's it, you filthy little whores," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Suck on them, Missy. Show me how much you love the taste of my balls."
Missy moaned, the vibrations sending shivers through Professor Thompson's body. She took one of his balls into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it before sucking on it hard. Her small hand reached up, her fingers wrapping around Emma's wrist, guiding her hand as she showed her how to stroke him.
"Like this, Emma. Slow and steady, but firm."
Emma watched, her eyes locked onto Missy's small hand as it moved up and down his shaft. She could see the way her fingers wrapped around him, the way her hand moved in harmony with Emma's. She could feel the heat of his cock against her palm, the way his skin was smooth and soft, yet firm and thick.
Missy's tongue continued to bathe his balls, her small hands cupping and caressing them, her fingers brushing against his taint, making him groan with pleasure.
Emma watched, her own desire growing with each passing second. She mirrored Missy's movements, her hand moving up and down his shaft in time with Missy's. She could feel the veins pulsing under her palm, could feel the heat of his cock through her fingers.
"Fuck, that feels good," Professor Thompson groaned, his hips moving in time with their hands. "You two are fucking delicious, you know that? I could watch you suck and lick my balls all fucking day."
Emma looked up at him, her green eyes filled with lust.
I want to feel that huge cock inside me," she begged, her eyes locked onto his, her hand still wrapped around his length, stroking him slowly. he growled.
"Now, both of you, on the bench."
Emma and Missy exchanged a nervous glance before complying, their hearts pounding with a mix of fear and excitement. They moved to the spanking bench in the corner, the leather-padded surface cold against their heated skin. Professor Thompson followed them, a wicked grin on his face as he picked up the ornate wooden paddle from where it leaned against the wall.
"Over you go, Missy," he said, his voice thick with authority. Missy bent over the bench, her small, pale bottom sticking out, her cheeks already flushed with anticipation. Professor Thompson rubbed his hand over her bare skin, feeling her tremble under his touch. "You're going to take five for sneaking out, Missy.
Count them out loud," Professor Thompson said, his hand resting on the paddle, the leather cool and smooth against his skin.
He lifted the paddle, his muscles tensing as he drew back before snapping it forward, the crack echoing through the room as the paddle connected with Missy's bare bottom, leaving a bright red handprint on her tender flesh.
Missy gasped at the sting, her body jolting at the sudden impact. She gripped the edge of the bench, her knuckles turning white as she bit back a scream, holding it in until the professor moved his hand to caress the heated spot, his fingers tracing the outline of the handprint.
Emma watched, her breath hitched in her chest, her own body aching with a mix of sympathy and desire.
She could see the way Missy's bottom reddened with each strike, could hear the way her breath hitched, the soft moans escaping her lips. She could see the way her friend's body trembled, the way her hips thrust back against the paddle, eager for more.
Professor Thompson paused, rubbing his hand over Missy's heated bottom, feeling her squirm beneath his touch. He smiled, his eyes dark with lust and dominance. "Count, Missy," he growled.
Missy gasped, her breath coming in short, desperate pants. "One, Professor," she whispered, her voice barely above a whimper.
The words were spoken through gritted teeth, her body tensing in anticipation of the next blow.
Professor Thompson grinned, his cock throbbing with anticipation. He raised the paddle once more and brought it down on Missy's bottom with a resounding crack. She yelped, her hips thrusting back against the paddle, her body aching for more.
"Two, Professor," she moaned, her voice thick with arousal.
Emma watched, her own desire growing with each strike. She could see the way Missy's body responded, could see the wetness between her legs, the way her breath hitched with each impact.
She could see the way her friend's body squirmed, the way her hips thrust back against the paddle, eager for more.
Professor Thompson smiled, his eyes dark with lust and dominance. "That's it, Missy. Take your punishment like a good little slut," he growled, raising the paddle once more.
"Three, Professor," Missy gasped, her voice little more than a breath as the paddle connected with her flesh once more, the crack echoing through the room.
Emma could feel her own body aching with desire, her pussy throbbing with need.
She watched as Missy's bottom turned a bright shade of red, her friend's moans growing louder and more desperate with each strike. She could see the way Missy's body squirmed, the way her hips thrust back against the paddle, eager for more.
Professor Thompson brought the paddle down again, harder this time, the sound of flesh on wood filling the room. "Four, Professor," Missy gasped, her voice thick with arousal and pain. She was panting now, her body trembling with each breath.
Emma bit her lip, her own nipples hardening into stiff peaks as she watched her friend take her punishment.
She could feel the wetness between her own legs, her cunt aching with desire. She wanted to join Missy on the bench, to feel the sting of the paddle on her own flesh, but she knew that Professor Thompson had other plans for her.
Professor Thompson brought the paddle down on Missy's bottom one last time, the crack filling the room. "Five, Professor," Missy gasped, her voice a ragged moan as she finally let go of the bench and collapsed forward, her bottom a bright, glowing red.
Professor Thompson dropped the paddle and stepped closer to Missy, his cock throbbing and rock-hard.
He ran his hand over her reddened bottom, the heat radiating off her skin. "You took that like a good little slut, didn't you, Missy?" he growled, his voice thick with lust.
Missy nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. It hurt, but it felt...good too," she admitted, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.
The professor chuckled, a low, dangerous sound. "Good girl. Now, I want you to get on your hands and knees, right here on the floor.
Show me that pretty little ass of yours," Professor Thompson commanded, his voice low and dark with desire.
Emma and Missy exchanged a look, both of them eager to obey. Emma quickly moved to the center of the room, her heart pounding with anticipation as she got on her hands and knees, her ass sticking out, inviting.
Professor Thompson stepped forward, his massive cock jutting out, ready. He moved behind Emma, his hands gripping her hips tightly.
"You want this cock, don't you, Emma?" Professor Thompson growled, his voice low and dangerous. He spat on his palm and rubbed it over his cock, making it slick and ready. "You want me to fuck you with this big, thick monster dick?"
Emma moaned, her body trembling with desire. I want it. I want you to fuck me with that huge cock."
The professor ran his hands over Emma's body, tracing the curve of her hips, the swell of her ass, the dip of her waist. He groaned, his cock aching with need. "You have a beautiful body, Emma.
Your curves are fucking perfect," Professor Thompson said, his voice a low growl as he ran his hands over her body, tracing the line of her spine, the curve of her ass, the swell of her hips. He gripped her waist, his thumbs digging into her soft flesh, and he could feel her trembling under his touch. "You want me to fuck you with it?"
Emma moaned, her body pressing back against him, her ass rubbing against his cock.
“Please, Professor, I want it. I want your big cock inside me.”
Professor Thompson groaned, his fingers digging deeper into her flesh. "Patience, Emma. I'm going to give you what you want, but first, I want to taste you."
He released her hips and knelt behind her, his hands gripping her ass cheeks, spreading them apart. He leaned in, his breath hot on her pussy, before his tongue darted out, licking her from her clit to her asshole.
Emma gasped, her body shuddering with pleasure.
"Oh fuck, Professor, that feels so good."
Professor Thompson growled as he continued to lap at her pussy, his tongue flicking her clit before plunging deep into her cunt. He could taste her sweetness, her arousal coating his tongue.
Missy watched, her own body aching with need as she knelt beside them, her small hand reaching out to touch Emma's breast, her thumb brushing over the hardened nipple. Emma moaned, arching her back to press into Missy's touch, her hips grinding against Professor Thompson's face.
"More, Professor. Please give me more," she begged, her voice thick with desire.
Professor Thompson obliged, his tongue delving deeper into her cunt, his fingers spreading her pussy lips wide. He added a second finger, then a third, stretching her, preparing her for his massive cock. He could feel her tight walls gripping his fingers, her wetness coating them.
Missy leaned in, her lips finding one of Emma's nipples, her tongue swirling around the hardened peak. Emma gasped, her body shuddering with pleasure as Missy's mouth worked on her breast.
"Oh fuck, yes, that feels so good," Emma moaned, her hips grinding against Professor Thompson's face as his fingers pumped in and out of her, stretching her wide.
Professor Thompson growled, his tongue and fingers moving in time with Missy's mouth. He could feel Emma's body tensing, could feel her getting close to the edge. He wanted her to come, wanted to feel her pussy clamp down on his fingers, but he also wanted to be the one to send her over.
He pulled his fingers out of her, making her whimper in protest.
"Not yet, my little slut," he growled. "First, I want to see you take my cock in that pretty little mouth of yours."
Emma looked back over her shoulder, her eyes wide with lust and anticipation. I want it," she said eagerly.
He stood up, his massive cock standing out hard and proud. He gripped it tightly in his hand, stroking it slowly as he walked around to stand in front of her. He spat on the head of his cock, using his hand to rub the spit all over it, making it slick and glistening.
"Open that filthy mouth, Emma," he commanded.
"Show me what a good little cocksucker you can be."
Emma eagerly complied, her lips parting to accommodate his thick cock. She wrapped her lips around the head, her tongue swirling around the sensitive underside. Professor Thompson groaned, his fingers tangling in her long, red hair, guiding her head as he began to thrust in and out of her mouth.
"That's right, slut. Take it all. Take every fucking inch," he growled.
Emma moaned, her mouth filled with his massive cock. She could feel the veins pulsing against her tongue, could taste the saltiness of his pre-cum.
She took him deeper, her nose pressing against his stomach, her eyes watering as she struggled to take more of him. She could feel the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat, making her gag slightly. She pulled back, her saliva coating his shaft as she looked up at him, her eyes filled with lust and submission.
"Fuck, yes, Emma," Professor Thompson groaned, his hips thrusting forward, driving his cock deeper into her mouth. "You're a fucking natural, aren't you? Taking my big cock like a good little slut."
He looked down at her, his eyes dark with lust and dominance.
"Now, suck on it like a good little cocksucker. Show me how much you want to please me, slut."
Emma moaned around his cock, her tongue swirling around the thick shaft as she took him deeper into her throat. She could feel his balls against her chin, could taste the salty sweetness of his pre-cum leaking into her mouth.
Professor Thompson groaned, his hips moving in time with her head, fucking her mouth with long, slow strokes. He gripped her hair tighter, his fingers tangling in the red curls as he guided her head, forcing her to take him deeper.
She gagged again, her eyes watering, but she didn’t resist. She wanted to please him, to make him happy. She wanted to be a good little cocksucker for him.
“That’s right, slut,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “Take it all. Gag on my cock like a good little whore.”
Emma moaned around his cock, her throat working as she tried to take him deeper. She could feel the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat, could feel his thick, veiny shaft stretching her mouth wide.
She reached out, her small hand wrapping around the base of his shaft, her fingers gripping him tightly. She stroked him in time with her sucking, her mouth filled with his massive cock.
Missy watched, her own body aching with desire. She reached down, her fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in slow circles as she watched her friend suck Professor Thompson's cock. She could see the way Emma's cheeks hollowed with each suck, could see the way her throat worked as she tried to take him deeper.
The professor watched, his chest heaving with each breath, his cock throbbing in Emma's mouth.
He could feel the way her cheeks hollowed around him, the way her throat worked as she tried to take him deeper. He rubbed the head of his cock against her tonsils, feeling her gag slightly before relaxing and taking him even deeper.
"Fuck, yes, little slut," he groaned, his hips moving in time with her head, fucking her mouth with long, slow strokes. "Take it all, Emma. Take my big, thick cock all the way down your throat."
Emma moaned around him, her fingers gripping his shaft tightly as she pumped him in and out of her mouth, her tongue swirling around the thick shaft.
Professor Thompson looked down at her, a wicked grin on his face. "That's enough, little slut," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Now, I want you to turn around and get on your back. I want Missy to lick your pussy while I fuck that pretty little mouth of yours." He looked over at Missy, his eyes dark with dominance. "You heard me, slut. Get over here and lick her pussy. Make her come with your tongue."
Missy eagerly complied, her small body moving quickly to position herself between Emma's legs. She looked up at Professor Thompson, her eyes filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness. He smiled, his cock still glistening with Emma's saliva as he stroked it slowly.
"That's right, Missy. Lick her pussy like a good little slut.
Show me how much you enjoy the taste of her sweet cunt." Show me how much you love licking that sweet pussy. Show me how much you want to make Emma come with your tongue."
Missy's tongue darted out, licking Emma's folds, tasting her sweetness.
Emma moaned around Professor Thompson's cock, her body arching at the sensation of Missy's mouth on her pussy. She could feel her friend's tongue, hot and wet, licking her, exploring her, making her squirm with pleasure.
Emma moaned around the thick cock filling her mouth, her body writhing as Missy's tongue delved deeper, tasting her, driving her wild. The sensation of Missy's mouth on her pussy and Professor Thompson's cock in her throat was overwhelming, and she could feel her own desire building, her body aching for more.
Emma reached up, her small hands gripping Professor Thompson's thighs, urging him to fuck her mouth faster, deeper. He obliged, his hips moving in time with the bobbing of her head, his massive cock thrusting in and out of her mouth, filling her completely. He looked down at her, his eyes dark with lust and dominance, as he watched her take him, her cheeks hollowing around his shaft with each suck.
Professor Thompson groaned, his hips picking up the pace, fucking her face harder, deeper.
"Take it, my little cocksucking whore. Take my fucking cock down your throat. Show me how much you want it," he growled, his voice thick with lust and dominance.
Emma gagged again, tears streaming down her cheeks, but she didn't stop. She wanted to please him, to make him come in her mouth. She wanted to feel the hot, salty taste of his cum in her throat. She reached down, her fingers finding her own clit, rubbing it in time with her mouth on his cock.
She wanted to make him happy, to please him, and she knew that the faster she came, the better it would be for them both. Professor Thompson saw her fingers working between her legs and grinned. "That's right, Emma. You're a good little slut, aren't you? You want to make me happy, don't you? You want to please your professor?" She nodded, her mouth full of his cock, her eyes watering as she sucked harder, taking him deeper. "That's it, Emma. Show me how much you want it. Show me how much you want to please me. Cum for me, little slut. Cum on Missy's tongue." Missy moaned against Emma's pussy, her tongue fucking her faster, her fingers joining in, pinching her clit between two fingers.
Emma's body arched off the floor, her back bowing as the pleasure built inside her. She could feel the pressure, the heat, the ache growing with each flick of Missy's tongue.
Professor Thompson looked down at Emma, his cock pulsing as he watched her writhe and moan. Cum for me. Cum on Missy's tongue like a good little whore."
Emma let out a desperate cry, her body tensing as the pleasure spilled over.
Her pussy clenched and released, her body trembling as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her. Missy's tongue and fingers worked in tandem, driving her higher and higher, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
Professor Thompson watched, his cock throbbing in Emma's mouth as he felt the vibrations of her cries against his shaft. "That's it, you filthy little slut. Come for me.
Cum all over my cock, you little whore."
Emma's body convulsed as she let out a muffled scream around his cock. Her pussy clenched and released, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. Missy moaned against her, her tongue lapping up the juices flowing from Emma's pussy.
Professor Thompson growled, his hips moving faster, his cock fucking Emma's mouth with brutal, powerful strokes. He could feel her gagging around him, her throat constricting as she came, but he didn't slow down. He wanted to feel her cum while he fucked her face.
The taste of her arousal mixed with the smell of her pussy made him want to explode inside her throat, to fill her with his hot load. He gripped her hair tighter, his fingers tangling in the red curls as he thrust deeper, making her gag.
"Swallow it, you little whore," he commanded, his voice a low growl. "Take every fucking drop like a good little slut."
Emma tried to obey, her throat working around his cock as she struggled to take him deeper. She could feel the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat, making her gag and choke as she tried to take more of him.
Professor Thompson pulled out abruptly, leaving Emma gasping for air, her cheeks flushed and her eyes watering. He moved quickly, pushing Missy onto her back on the floor, her legs spread wide.
"Now it's your turn, my little slut," he growled, his cock jutting out hard and ready. "Open that filthy mouth of yours and take my cock like a good little whore."
Missy looked up at him, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. She tentatively parted her lips, her tongue darting out to lick her own scent from his cock. Professor Thompson chuckled, a low, dangerous sound.
"That's it, you eager little slut. Show me how much you want my cock." He gripped the base of his shaft, his fingers wrapped around the thick, veiny length, and guided it to Missy's mouth. He pushed the head against her lips, feeling her warm breath on his skin. "Open up, Missy. Show me that pretty little mouth of yours."
Missy hesitated for a moment, her eyes locked onto Professor Thompson's cock. She licked her lips nervously, her small hand reaching up to touch the head of his cock, her fingers wrapping around the thick shaft.
She opened her mouth, her tongue darting out to lick the underside of his cock, tasting him, exploring him. Professor Thompson groaned, his cock throbbing in her hand, the veins pulsing with his growing need. Lick it like a good little slut," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Show me how much you want it."
Missy whimpered, her eyes locked onto his as she took the head of his cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip.
Professor Thompson groaned, his fingers tangling in her blonde hair, guiding her head as he fed her his length. She gagged slightly, her eyes watering as she tried to take more of him, but he held her head steady, forcing her to take him deeper.
"That's right, Missy," he growled. "Take it all. Show me how much you want it."
He thrust his hips forward, driving his cock deeper into her throat. She gagged again, her body trembling with the effort, but she didn't resist. She wanted to please him, to take his cock all the way down her throat like a good little slut.
She felt a surge of pride and satisfaction as she heard his groans of pleasure, felt his body tense as he thrust deeper into her mouth.
Emma, still breathing heavily after her orgasm, watched as Missy struggled to take Professor Thompson's massive cock. She could see the tears streaming down Missy's cheeks, the way her throat constricted around his shaft as she gagged. She admired her friend's determination, her eagerness to please their Professor.
"Fuck, yes, Missy," Professor Thompson groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair, his hips moving in a steady rhythm as he fucked her face.
"You're a natural little cocksucker, aren't you?" He looked over at Emma, who was watching them with lust-filled eyes, her chest heaving with each breath. "You want to join in, don't you, Emma? You want to feel my cock in your mouth again, don't you?"
Emma nodded eagerly, her eyes locked onto Professor Thompson's cock as it disappeared into Missy's mouth. "Yes, Professor," she begged, her voice breathless with desire. "Please, let me suck your cock too. I want to feel you in my mouth. I want to taste you."
Professor Thompson chuckled, a low, seductive sound. "And what do you want to do with my cum, Emma?" he asked, his voice thick with lust.
Emma looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire, and then over at Missy, her friend's cheeks flushed and her lips swollen from sucking his cock. "I want to share it with her," Emma said eagerly, her voice breathless with need. "I want to taste it on her lips, to share it with her like a good little slut."
Professor Thompson groaned, his cock throbbing with anticipation at the thought of the two girls sharing his cum. "That's fucking hot, Emma," he growled, his hips moving faster as he fucked Missy's mouth. "I like that idea. A lot," Professor Thompson growled, his fingers tightening in Missy's hair as he pulled her back, his cock popping free of her mouth with a wet smack.
"But first, I want both of you to kneel in front of me, right here on the floor. I want you to service my cock, to worship it like the fucking god it is. I want you to lick it, to suck it, to make me come all over your pretty little faces. Do you understand, my little sluts?"
Emma and Missy exchanged a look, their eyes wide with excitement and anticipation. They quickly moved to kneel in front of Professor Thompson, their small hands reaching out to touch his cock, their fingers wrapping around the thick shaft. They leaned in, their tongues darting out to lick the underside of his cock, tasting him, exploring him.
Emma's tongue swirled around the head, licking up the salty pre-cum that leaked from the tip, while Missy's tongue explored the veiny shaft, licking and sucking at his skin.
"Fuck, that feels good," Professor Thompson groaned, his hips moving in time with their tongues. "You two little sluts know how to make a man feel good, don't you?"
Emma and Missy moaned in response, their tongues continuing to lap at his cock, their hands wrapping around his shaft, stroking him in time with their mouths.
They looked up at him through their lashes, their eyes filled with lust and desire. "We want to make you feel good, Professor," Emma said, her voice breathless with need. "We want to make you cum in our mouths. We want to taste you, to share you."
Professor Thompson groaned, his hips moving faster, fucking his cock between their mouths. "That's right, my little sluts. You want to taste my cum, don't you? You want to feel it in your mouths, to share it between you." He reached down, his hands grasping their heads, guiding them as they took turns sucking and licking his cock.
He could feel the pressure building, could feel the heat in his balls, the throbbing in his cock. He was close, so fucking close.
His balls were tight, his cock throbbing, and he could feel the heat building in his veins, the pressure growing with each stroke of their tongues and hands. He groaned, his fingers tightening in their hair, his grip on their heads forcing them to take him deeper into their mouths.
"Fuck, yes," he growled. "Take it, you little sluts. Take my fucking cock in those pretty little mouths of yours. Make me cum, you filthy little whores. Make me fucking cum."
Emma and Missy moaned, their mouths filled with his massive cock, their tongues swirling around the thick shaft.
They took turns sucking on the head, their lips meeting at the base of his cock, their cheeks hollowing with each suck. They could taste the saltiness of his pre-cum, could feel the heat of his skin against their tongues.
They worked in tandem, their mouths moving in time with one another, their tongues swirling around his thick shaft, their lips meeting at the base of his cock.
Professor Thompson's breath hitched, his hips moving faster, fucking their faces with brutal thrusts. He could feel the pressure building, could feel his balls tightening, his cock throbbing with need.
"Fuck, yes," he groaned, his voice thick with lust and desperation. "You two little cocksluts are going to make me fucking cum.
I want to feel your mouths working together, your tongues licking and sucking my cock. I want to feel your throats constrict around my shaft as I fuck your faces. Do you understand, you filthy little whores?"
Emma and Missy moaned in unison, their mouths still full of his cock, their tongues swirling around him. They nodded eagerly, their eyes locked onto his as they continued to suck and lick, their hands stroking his shaft in time with their mouths.
Professor Thompson's breath hitched as he watched them, his cock throbbing with need.
He gripped the base of his shaft, his fingers wrapping tightly around the thick, veiny length. He stroked himself slowly, his eyes locked onto the sight of the two girls, their mouths waiting and eager for him.
"Open your fucking mouths, you little sluts," he commanded, his voice thick with lust. He moved closer, his cock throbbing in his hand as he guided the head to Emma's waiting mouth. She opened eagerly, her tongue darting out to lap at the underside of his cock, tasting him, teasing him. He groaned, his hips moving forward, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth, filling her completely. Missy looked up at him, her eyes wide and eager, her mouth open and ready.
Professor Thompson growled, his grip on Emma's head tightening as he pulled her back, his cock popping free of her mouth with a wet smack. He thrust forward, his cock filling Missy's mouth completely, her cheeks hollowing around him as she took him deep.
Emma watched, her own mouth watering with desire as she saw Missy's lips stretched wide around Professor Thompson's massive cock. She reached out, her hand wrapping around the base of his shaft, her fingers stroking him in time with Missy's mouth.
Emma watched as Professor Thompson's cock disappeared into her friend's mouth, her own desire growing with each bob of Missy's head. She could see the way Missy's cheeks hollowed, the way her lips stretched around his thick shaft, and she couldn't wait for her turn. She wanted to feel him in her mouth again, to taste him, to make him cum. She moaned, her own mouth watering with anticipation as she continued to stroke his shaft, her fingers wrapping around him tightly as she waited for her turn. Professor Thompson groaned, his hips moving in time with Missy's mouth, fucking her face with long, slow strokes. He could feel the resistance of her throat, the way her muscles constricted around his shaft as he pushed deeper. He looked down at her, his eyes dark with lust and dominance, as he watched her take him, her cheeks flushed and her eyes watering.
“Fuck, yes, slut,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. He thrust deeper, his cock filling her mouth completely, and he could feel it, the impending release, the surge of pleasure that was building in his balls. He gripped her hair tighter, his fingers tangling in her blonde curls as he held her head still, his hips moving faster, fucking her mouth with brutal, intense thrusts. “That’s it, slut,” he commanded, his voice ragged with need. “Take it all, every fucking drop, you filthy little whore.”
With a final, powerful thrust, Professor Thompson let out a deep, guttural groan, his body tensing as his orgasm overtook him. He held Missy's head firmly in place, his cock pulsing as he filled her mouth with his hot, thick cum. It leaked out the edges of her mouth "Don't you dare swallow" He growled, holding her head in place. "Show me, you little whore."
Missy pulled back, his cock still in her mouth, a thick stream of his cum hanging from her lips. She licked her lips, sucking the cum off them, before turning to Emma, a wicked grin on her face.
"You're next," she said, her voice thick with desire.
Emma eagerly nodded, her eyes locked onto Professor Thompson's cock, still glistening with his cum and Missy's saliva. She leaned in, her tongue darting out to lap at the head of his cock, tasting him, tasting Missy's cum on him.
Professor Thompson groaned, his cock twitching at her touch, still sensitive from his orgasm.
"Fuck, yes, Emma," he growled. "That feels so fucking good. Taste it, you little slut. Taste my cum on your friend's lips."
Emma moaned, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, licking up every last drop of his cum. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with lust and desire, before turning to Missy, a wicked grin on her face.
"I want to taste it on you too," she said, her voice breathless with need.
She moved closer to Missy, her tongue darting out to lick the cum that dripped from her friend's chin. She could taste the saltiness of Professor Thompson's cum, could feel the heat of Missy's body against her own. She sucked on Missy's bottom lip, her tongue flicking against it, teasing it, tasting the remnants of cum that clung to it.
Missy moaned softly, her eyes fluttering closed as Emma’s tongue explored her mouth. She pressed her lips together, trapping Emma’s tongue between them, and sucked on it gently, tasting her own saliva mixed with Professor Thompson’s cum. Emma groaned, her body pressing closer to Missy’s, her hands reaching up to cup Missy’s face, holding her in place as she deepened the kiss. She could feel Missy’s body trembling with desire, could taste the cum that still lingered in her mouth, and it drove her wild.
Missy pulled back suddenly, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her eyes filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness. She looked up at Professor Thompson, her lips still swollen from sucking his cock, and from kissing Emma. “I swallowed every drop, Professor,” she said, her voice thick with desire.
“Just like you told me to.”
Professor Thompson smiled, pleased with her obedience. “Good girl,” he praised, his thumb brushing against her cheek, wiping away a stray drop of cum. “You’ve done so well, taking my cock like that. Both of you.”
He looked at Emma, who was still kneeling next to Missy, her eyes filled with a mix of lust and awe. “I’m proud of you both,” he said, his voice softening, his dominant edge slipping away for a moment. “You’ve been such eager students, so willing to learn. It’s been a pleasure, teaching you.”
Emma blushed at his praise, a soft smile spreading across her face. She reached out, her hand wrapping around his wrist, as she leaned in to press a soft kiss against the inside of his arm.
"Thank you, Professor," she whispered, her voice filled with genuine gratitude and affection. "For everything."
Emma looked up at him, her green eyes filled with a mix of awe and adoration. "What we did today... it was amazing. I never knew... I never imagined..." She trailed off, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and excitement.
Professor Thompson smiled down at her, his heart swelling with a mix of pride and tenderness. He had known from the moment he first saw her that she was special, that she was different from the other girls he had met. She was eager, willing, and genuinely enjoyed the pleasure he could give her.
"It was just the beginning, Emma," he said, his voice low and gentle. "There is so much more I want to show you, to teach you.