A New Professor

"Keep that up...Dr. Arrow...and you'll...have me screaming again."

He was less interested in her screaming and attracting interest as the fact that she only screamed when extremely turned on. And that he definitely liked based on how good her latest move felt on his shaft. He gave her right tit a little SLAP, nothing too hard. Then he reached over and first squeezed, then a little more roughly, twisted her left tit which was standing equally at attention. "Don't call me 'Dr. Arrow', that's so formal for someone with his cock up you ... why don't you just call me 'Sir' like a good little slut, eh?"

He stopped twisting her tit to reach around and pin both of her hands behind her back as she relaxed. While using his left hand to pin her arms back, he enjoyed the view of how that arching of her shoulders thrust her tits out even further. They were so tempting, he decided they needed some more attention. While she slowly rode his cock he SLAPPED her right tit with his right hand, then back-handed SLAPPED her left tit.
 
"Don't call me 'Dr. Arrow', that's so formal for someone with his cock up you ... why don't you just call me 'Sir' like a good little slut, eh?"

She felt her pussy clench when he called her a 'good little slut'. She wasn't really sure why that should make her hot but it just did it for her. Holding his gaze a slow smile curved her lips and she murmured, almost, demurely, "Yes Sir."

His hand pinning her arms kept her from moving much, leaving her able to only ride him slowly but she did what she could, grinding her hips each time she came down to sink him as deeply into her body as she could. Her breathing was quickly coming in small gasps again as he paid attention to her breasts. They'd always been sensitive and the twisting, grasping, and slapping was quickly pushing her toward the edge once more.

She knew if he kept it up he'd have her screaming, and cumming, for him again in no time flat.
 
It always amazed him that there were aroused tits and there were aroused tits ... and hers were responding to his ministrations and definitely becoming aroused!! He loved the surrender implied by her not hesitating and calling him 'Sir' ... he definitely loved that. He SLAPPED her right tit again ... a little harder than last time ... then backhand SLAPPED her left on the return stroke. He stared at how her tits were showing a little pink ... not red yet ... but her nipples were getting harder and standing out even further.

Her breathing had picked up again even though there was less opportunity for her to slam up and down on his shaft. He was going from the rough fuck that brought her the first time to a slower, much more intense fuck this time. She wasn't struggling to get her arms free and he loved having her captive ... feeling the rush of blood flow to his groin as he too more power over her and her body. For the third time ... and even harder he SLAPPED and then used the back of his hand to SLAP again. It was fucking making his boner throb with desire.
 
She watched him intently. Her eyes never leaving him now as he slapped at her breasts. She could feel the stinging slaps that made her flesh quiver and drew low groans from her throat while also making her pussy clench around him. She craved more and would have begged for it if he'd told her to but he seemed content to just continue working her over she she wasn't going to spoil it by opening her mouth.

Rocking on his cock still she worked it as deeply into her body as she could, feeling it nudge and push against her cervix where before it had slammed into her body. The rubbing was actually more intense as it held there longer, making her groan with need and seek to move even more on him...though she couldn't with his hands pinning her arms.

Just as she considered trying to pull her arms free he slapped her breasts harder making her cry out and focus her attention entirely on his face once more. Watching the way he seemed to enjoy what he was doing to her as much as she was.
 
Somewhere in the back of his head he was aware of his actions from an almost out of body experience. He could see himself in the most sexy position of having this sexy young thing impaled on his fat prick while he abused her. He continued to SLAP and 4th and 5th time ... each time slightly harder. He saw that her nips remained excited beyond his hopes and that her tits were now bright red with that flush spreading across her chest.

He looked at her eyes and saw an unfocused lust that he hadn't seen before. She struggled slightly, but he wasn't holding her hard so he knew that she really did want this. He knew that his prick wanted it, as he felt her clench his shaft with each SLAP of her tits. He used the leverage of her arms and pulled her closer while he sat up taller. He looked her straight in the eyes with their faces just inches from each others. He spoke low and powerfully to cut through the mist of her lust and said, "You're mine, now, aren't you, my little slut?"
 
well alexis is a real peach! - and I happen to be a professor, just BTW
 
The slapping had her whimpering and crying out, the noises building in her throat, ready to scream once more when the pleasure broke over her, knowing it would be soon. The hand gripping her arms pulling her closer nearly did it. His face was so close to her, so very close, she nearly tilted her own those few inches to nip at his lower lips but managed to refrain when he started to speak.

"You're mine, now, aren't you, my little slut?"

Staring into his eyes, feeling his cock stretching her, filling her, making her writhe and whimper she gave the only answer she could, her voice little more than a low, agonized moan, "Yessssssss, yes Sir, yours!"
 
"Yessssssss, yes Sir, yours!"

He knew that would be her answer, but didn't know. Hearing it was a nice stroke to his ego ... not to mention that her pussy was still stroking his prick. "So you're going to do every little thing my prick wants, right little slut?", he continued with her face just as close. He knew that bending her close was rubbing her clit against his shaft, but more importantly it was that message he was sending ... that he did control her.

And it was apparent that control is what she sought, almost as much as the fucking. She was a hot one, but he was more interested at this point in plumbing the depths of what she would do for him ... to him.
 
"So you're going to do every little thing my prick wants, right little slut?"

Alexis groaned at his question. Thinking was increasingly hard at the moment. The angle he held her at ground her clit against him and made her squirm on his lap, seeking more, which make her squirm more, in a vicious circle of need. She was so close to cumming, she knew it would take only one good stroke or slap and she'd fall, screaming, over that edge once more.

"Yesssss, yes, whatever that lovely cock wants Sir!" she gasped out, her hips rolling and pussy clenching as if to emphasize the words she was crying out with no care for who might hear her in the hallway.
 
"Yesssss, yes, whatever that lovely cock wants Sir!"

Again she came back with the answer that he was looking for. He released his hands on her arms ... and to seal the next step in their relationship he SMACKED her ass very had before her body righted itself after being forced down over him. Her tits were now nice and red and she was almost limp on his prick. Each time she succumbed deeper into his control his pecker felt like it pumped up bigger. He knew that wasn't possible, but he enjoyed the feeling of power that was flowing through him.

As her limp body almost hung on his shaft, he effortlessly lifted her by her legs and swung her around so her back was facing him. He wanted to have some time with that sexy ass of hers.
 
The sudden smack to her ass made her yelp in surprise and her eyes flared wide. Before she could react he was lifting her and spinning her around, then dropping her back down onto his cock...that was all it took. As that cock slid deep into her aching body and hit the bottom of her once more she gave a low cry, her body shuddering and pussy pumping, pleasure rolling through her and over her while she gripped his knees for support and ground her hips back to force him deeper into her aching hole.

As she came down she couldn't help herself, she rocked her hips and began riding him once more. Using his knees as leverage she rose and dropped like an eager little slut, aching for his cum to fill her body and whimpering in joy with each drop onto his cock.
 
He loved the fact that she could cum again so quickly ... and knew that it was the mind games he was playing on her that helped put her over the edge. He really loved that she was now actively riding his shaft like her life depended on it. It was giving him intense pleasure even though he knew she was doing it for her own satisfaction. As her ass became a blur of moving up and down he found himself focusing on it; seeing it clench as she tried to milk his prick while riding it wildly up and down.

He couldn't resist the temptation ... it just seemed so natural ... he SMACKED her ass first on her right cheek, then SMACK on her left cheek. He loved that her white ass quickly reddened and she continued her pounding up and down motion. She was working for another load from him and he was going to make sure she got it.
 
Loud yelps filled the room as his hand smacked down on her ass. Twisting her head to look back at him, she flashed him a quick grin before clenching his knees even tighter and working to ride him harder. She wanted that prick to be banging into her body and was riding him for all she was worth! She was doing it for her own satisfaction but his as well, she wanted to hear his own noises of pleasure and feel his hot load emptying itself into her body.

Wanted it as if it were the most important thing on earth, the only thing on earth! Inside her pussy was clenching around him, clamping down and releasing as if she were using his cock to do her kegel exercises around. It was really the basic idea but it was so very satisfying to do when she had a cock inside of her, and clenching around a cock this wide made her gasp and writhe all the harder!

She wasn't sure she was ever going to get enough of this prick!
 
She was a woman possessed ... possessed with fucking him and he loved it. He felt like he'd broken a wild mustang with her going from a less than pleasant tease to this cock-hungry fuck machine. He loved it. He settled back in his chair as she took over working him. He wasn't sure at this point if she was working for his pleasure or hers, but he'd take it either way. With the new position, his hands behind his head and his hips tipped up slightly, his point of entry changed ever so slightly and he felt it insider her clamping pussy.

"That's, right, my little slut ... ride that rod until you empty my balls again. You've had it going long enough you're going to get a nice big load up that tight little twat. And I'll tell you what ... I'm gonna enjoy blowing it up your pleasing pussy, my little slut. But are you slut enough to lick me clean after I give you my juice?"
 
She heard him talking but wasn't really paying attention anymore. All that mattered was the cock filling her, the cock she was riding as if her life depended on it. With a small smirk, that he couldn't see, she released one of his knees and reached down her body. She knew it would look like she was going to finger herself but she let her body bend just a bit so she could reach lower, her fingers cupping and trailing over his balls while she rode his cock like the devil himself were after her.

Toying with his balls she could tell he hadn't lied. They were heavy and full and she couldn't wait for him to empty them into her body! The feel of them made her slick pussy clench tighter, that tunnel trying to milk his release from him while her fingers urged his balls to release their load as well.
 
She took a moment from her riding to reposition herself on him and to start playing with his balls again. It must have been instinct that told her how sensitive his balls are. She'd used them to coax out his first load which she swallowed like a pro (alright, maybe a talented amateur) and now she was putting him perilously close.

He had to focus a little more to keep his composure and relax as she changed around and intensified the feelings he was having. The stimulation was intense and he felt a building that had to be released. But he wasn't going to make it easy on her. "I asked you something, my little slut ... are you doing to lick our juices off my prick if I give you my load?"
 
"I asked you something, my little slut ... are you doing to lick our juices off my prick if I give you my load?"

Her body shivered when he called her "my little slut" and she had no idea why. Being called a slut had never been a turn on for her before but from him....from him it just flat did it for it. It made her more wanton, more eager, made her want to ride him harder and faster until he exploded inside her body!

"Yes Sir!" she finally gasped, realizing he wasn't go to let go of the question and focusing just enough to manage to answer it, "Fill up my aching lil pussy and I'll lick you so clean no one would know you'd just been fucked!" she promised.

Continuing to ride him she toyed with his balls still, her fingers growing more insistent, feeling the tension in him and wanting that release inside her own body!
 
"Yes Sir!"

He heard what he wanted to hear. It wasn't like he was planning this, but it seemed that each next step came naturally to him ... more control ... more subjugating her to his will. And he was really getting off on it. He realized that if he put more thought into it, he could be a real evil bastard.

Her working of his shaft and his balls was doing the trick ... and her reducing herself again to his sexual toy ... it was going to do it. He continued relaxing his body and laying back, but he realized that his balls were tightening with her riding and her playing with his sac. He clenched ... and then tipped his hips and shot up her clenching pussy ... and shot again and again and again. He felt he was emptying himself in her ... his soul, not just his seed.
 
"Yesssssssssssssss," she screamed as he gave her what she wanted at last! She felt his release flooding into her body and rode him all the harder for it. Her pussy clenched around him and while she didn't have another full blown orgasm small, mini-orgasms shuddered along the slick walls clenching around him.

Only when she felt that pumping heat stop and his body start to relax did she move. Rising off him she sank to her knees between his thighs, her head tipping, tongue darting out to lick at his shaft, cleaning their combined juices from his body as she'd promised. She didn't stop with just licking, she lifted his balls, gently, and suckled them into her mouth, her tongue laving them, cleaning even these of the evidence of their pleasure.

When she had licked and sucked every drop of fluid off his cock, she settled back with her ass over her heels and grinned impishly up at him, "Bet you didn't see this happening when you woke up this morning did you Sir?" she asked, unable to resist teasing him once more.
 
His release was total and totally relaxing. He was spent and settled back in the chair. True to her word, after she finished him she totally cleaned him. He was relieved that she wasn't one of women who tentatively licked as if tasting their own cum would do something to them. She was enthusiastic in her oral work and he loved it. His cock was a little sensitive, but it was worth it to feel her warm tongue which felt so different from the silkiness of her pussy.

His overly sensitive cock and balls felt the alternate warmth of her mouth and cool of the air conditioning after spending so much time in her hot pussy. He lazily watched and enjoyed the sight. "Bet you didn't see this happening when you woke up this morning did you Sir?" She was definitely saucy ... but had remembered to call him "Sir", so he'd go with it. "No, it wasn't exactly on my radar screen when I woke up for work. But it's going to be on my mind for the rest of the day and evening."

"You're a good little slut, Alexis ... and that's not something I would have thought when I first saw you in my class. And a nice prick pleasing slut which is the best kind. The question I have for you is, are you willing to continue to be my slut? Because if you are I have something for you to do. But I'm not going to tell you until you unconditionally tell me you're my slut." He knew he was pushing it early, but he was going to take advantage of the situation ... the situation of having her slavishly serving his cock for the last hour.
 
The question I have for you is, are you willing to continue to be my slut? Because if you are I have something for you to do. But I'm not going to tell you until you unconditionally tell me you're my slut.

Alexis couldn't stop herself from laughing as he asked the question. As thoroughly as she'd just been fucked she wasn't about to go anywhere if he didn't want her to. There was a lot she'd be willing to do for sex this good on a regular basis...and she still liked him calling her his slut even though she wasn't running on hormones now.

"Yes, I'm willing to continue being your slut, Sir," she said softly, her voice almost purring out the words while she remained kneeling between his thighs. The only change she made in her position was to tip her head, resting it on his thigh while looking up at him, waiting to hear what it was he wanted her to do next.
 
"Yes, I'm willing to continue being your slut, Sir,"

"The perfect answer!!", he smiled as she responded without hesitation. He'd had so much pleasure in the last hour that he knew he wanted more ... and to intensify it. He had his areas of "research" when he cruised the porn sites and he had a pretty good idea of what he wanted to do with this willing and sexy woman.

"I have some preparations to make ... and you do as well.", he said as he wrote something on a slip of paper on his desk. "I want you to go home and prepare to come over to my house at 8:00 sharp. Here is the address.", as he gave her the slip of paper. "I have a stop or two to make as well. But as to your preparation: I expect you to show up at my door with absolutely not one stitch of clothing on. You may wear a coat over your nudity and I think I'd like to see you in black leather boots. Do you think you can handle that?"
 
Alexis chuckled and felt a shiver of anticipation run down her spine as he gave her, her instructions for the evening. She'd have plenty of time to go back to her dorm, shower, and change before needing to be at his place. Checking the address she grinned even broader when she realized that his house was within walking distance of the dorms.

What a delight to walk there and only she would know there was nothing under the coat she planned to wear!

"Oh yes, Sir, I can manage that just fine," she said with a broad smile.

Rising to her feet she smoothed her bunched skirt down and looked about to find her top. Tying it back into place she grinned at him once more before leaning for to press a gentle, but swift, kiss to his lips and then whisper in his ear, "Do you want those boots knee high, or thigh high Sir? I have both."
 
"Do you want those boots knee high, or thigh high Sir? I have both."

He liked a woman with a varied wardrobe of boots. And she certainly seemed to be happy about his instructions. That was promising - no "post 'O' regrets" from this sexy lady. "Thigh high would be fine, Alexis. And I hope they're nicely polished."

He went through what he had to do in his mind before she showed up. He had a stop to make to get some "gear" that he anticipated using later. And he better eat something, he had the feeling he'd be needing plenty of energy. He smiled at that thought ... nothing like a nice late night workout. He felt a surge in his cock, which shouldn't have been happening as much as he'd just fucked. But he knew he'd be "up" for the evening activities.

"Well, get going then, my little slut. I look forward to your arrival."
 
Alexis' chuckled when he said he hoped her boots were polished. She took excellent care of all her clothing, including her shoes. The boots she was planning were indeed, already polished to a high shine. Polished and just waiting to hug her legs once more with their smooth leather that would cling to her like a second skin.

"Well, get going then, my little slut. I look forward to your arrival."

"Yes Sir!" she said with a soft laugh before spinning and leaving his office. She ignored the inquisitive stared she got in the hallway, simply returning them with an enigmatic smile and continuing on her way out of the building and toward her dorm.

* * *

Back at her dorm she showered and changed into a pair of sweats. She had time and had her own preparations to be made. She did small things like trimming and painting her finger and toenails, giving them a pearly shine so that they sparkled lightly as she moved. Beyond that she simply pampered herself a bit. Rubbing lotion into her skin and a light product into her hair to keep it soft and shiny.

By the time she was done her hair had dried into shiny, golden waves around her face and it was time to get dressed. Stripping down to nothing she found the boots she wanted in her closet and pulled them on. She had to work the leather up so that it encased her legs like a second skin, the tops so high that would just brush the edges of her labia when she walked.

She followed the boots with a long trench coat that would hide both her nakedness and just how high up her thighs the boots climbed. Looking in the mirror she smiled at her reflections, belted the coat tightly and headed out.

* * *

Ten minutes later she was knocking on Dr. Arrow's door and it was 8pm sharp.
 
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