Robert Vickers - Sex slave coed

The blonde beauty made a slow turn for her master so he could see her from every angle. Arms held even with her shoulders, she displayed her flaring ass and impudently thrusting tits for his lustful gaze. Then she lifted one leg and straightened it in his direction.

Placing her heel on his desk, she gave him a clear view all the way up to her crotch. He could see the smoky haze of her stockings, the white cotton panties covering her pussy, the blush of her skin around her cunt.

Spinning away, the young girl began unbuttoning her blouse. The chain rattled loudly as she moved, but it barely hindered her. One button came free, then another and another. She danced away while she slipped first one shoulder, then another free of her blouse.

"Faster," he said. "I want you to turn me on."

Manna felt heartened by the husky voice. He was anticipating the time she would be naked enough to allow him to fuck the hell out of her. All of it came together for her. The chain, the dog collar, being forced to strip and dance naked for the philosophy, professor, she loved it all!

It took a lot of effort to keep from ripping off her skirt and standing boldly naked in front of the man, daring him to fuck her. She wanted to make this slow, sensual, a huge turn-on for her new master.

Manna wanted his cock to be at the breaking point when he fucked hard and deep into her already juicy pussy. Nothing less would for her. To have to suck him hard or wait for him to get a hard-on would take the edge off her blazing desires.

She wanted cock and it had to be steely, long and hard and masterful.

Getting her bra off was a little trickier due to the chain dangling from around her neck, but the young girl met the challenge. She did the impossible. She gracefully unhooked the snaps in the back and let the elastic bands snap forward. With her shoulders hunched, she was able to hold the cups over her tits for a moment longer than the man had thought she could.

He came half out of his seat. She saw his long, red, iron-hard cock. This was his turn on, but the sight of all that cock ready to fuck made it hers, too. The blonde teenager decided she liked Dr. Nathaniel hot and bothered. It certainly made her cunt water and begin to trickle out its juices down the inside of her still-tender thighs. The spots where the hot wax had dribbled weren't quite fully healed yet.

"I see shadows playing all over your tits. They bounce and jiggle in a disgusting manner, cunt. Do something else."

"Play with them, master," she teased. "Come closer and play with them!" She almost gagged when he jerked savagely on the end of her chain. She moved lithely, following the tug until she was almost within the man's reach. But when he reached out for her tits, she found she was a fraction of an inch too far away. She straightened her shoulders and caused her tits to sway provocatively.

"They're yours, master. All yours! Do with them what you will!"

She gave a huge wiggle and her skirt fell away. She stood almost naked in front of the man. All the young college student had on was her panties – and the garter belt and stockings she'd worn especially for her lover.

Stripping off the panties proved to be a problem. Manna found they were completely drenched with her pussy juice. She was so eager to get naked and give her master pleasure, she almost flung them to the floor after peeling them away from her pussy.

But she didn't do it quite that way. She made it slow, teasing, tormenting to the man watching her strip. It paid big dividends. The look on the philosophy professor's face as her cunt slowly came into sight was worth any number of fuckings Bert could give her. The sexual tensions mounting in her cunt were reaching levels so high she felt the lightest touch might set her off.

Manna almost came when he jerked hard on her chain again.

"Is that all you have to offer, your smelly cunt? Do better, slave, and do much better!"

She held out her hands as she lightly danced backwards, hips swaying, tits flopping around. The light from the single window played over the metal links in the chain around her neck. Less brilliant rays reflected off her snowy white skin.

She was everything a man could ask for. The young girl was beckoning to the man to come into her arms. Her tits were firm and high placed on her chest. She was wantonly naked. The garter belt holding up her stockings outlined her cunt so that Dr. Nathaniel had no trouble seeing exactly where he could stuff his prick.

The man was around the desk in a flash. Nothing mattered to him now more than making the teasing young college student worship his cock. If her cunt needed a prick jammed into it, she would just have to wait for a while.

He caught her and pulled her savagely to his body. He felt her rock-hard nipples poking into his body. This told him exactly how aroused she'd gotten. Her pink tongue slowly made a nervous circuit of her lips.

The blonde teenager was as horny as he was. She wanted to be fucked. Her cunt longed for his cock. He'd really give it to her this time.

As her legs, opened slightly, he bent his knees and straightened. His cock shot upward, hitting right on its blonde target. He smashed the head of his prick directly into her cunt. The pussyjuice began oozing out and down the sides of his cock. The girl moaned as he sank his cock into her all the way to his balls.

Her cunt's dribbling of fuck juices lubricated her fully for his forceful entry. She gasped and shoved her pointy nipples into his chest. She was ready to get fucked.

He stiffened, his legs even more and fucked deep into her pussy. She sagged limply against the philosophy professor as he drove his prick all the way up into her cunt. The soft, wet, clinging folds of her cunt totally surrounded his virile prick.

With a quick motion, he whirled the chain around and caught her hands behind her back. He pulled her wrists together. Manna shrieked and tried to back away. The cock in her pussy prevented it. He kept her up on tiptoe.

"Try to get away from your master, eh?" he snarled. His cock surged in the blonde teenager's tight pussy. "Well, you won't. You're my slave and you'll do whatever I want you to!"

"Fuck me, master, fuck me good!" she moaned.

Manna was delirious with the sensations ripping into her body. As long as he stood with his knees locked, she was forced to remain on tiptoe. The young girl felt the muscles in her calves beginning to complain. And the chain had been wound around her wrists with cruel force. But most of all, his prick was threatening to cut her in half.

She tensed, her cunt muscles to hang onto his cock. The blonde coed knew he was straining to keep from coming. She'd felt men's pricks bucking inside her like this before. She massaged and caressed and squeezed with her pussy muscles as hard as she could.

She wanted her master to enjoy her tight pussy even more than he was already.

His hips began working slowly. He didn't fuck her hard and fast. Instead, he used a slow, steady rhythm. As he pulled out, she felt a tremendous suction forming inside her. She lifted one stocking-clad leg and wrapped it around his waist.

This helped her keep her balance. With hands savagely chained behind her back and the chain looped around the dog collar circling her neck, she needed all the help she could get just staying upright. The cock in her cunt helped, too, in a most exciting way.

Dr. Nathaniel was abusing her, treating her like an animal, and she wanted more! Manna couldn't help herself. She had to have more.

She looked down where his cock was just barely parting her pink, scalloped pussy lips. They were red with excitement and bulging out. The mere sight of those fiery red flaps of flesh aroused her even more.

"Fuck me, fuck me hard! Drive that prick of yours up my cunt so hard it'll come out my mouth!"