Robert Vickers: Sex slave coed

She felt his fingers lacing through her hair. She looked up and saw his face. It betrayed no emotion. His eyes studied her like she was a bug under a microscope. But she got the impression that he wouldn't say a word unless she stopped sucking.

She sucked harder on the prick dancing around in front of her lips. The map's reserve cracked because he let out a long, low sound that was a combination of a moan and a howl.

Then he groaned, "God, you're gonna pull it out by the roots!"

She lightly nipped and bit her way back to the plum-tip of the cock. The red marks she left behind blazed a trail all the way to his balls. But they didn't hurt as much as they stimulated. The man's cock actually grew in circumference. It was swelling up with the blood she was sucking out of other parts of his body.

By the time she tried to stuff the end of his prick into her mouth, she found it stretched her lips to the breaking point. It was like trying to suck on a telephone pole. And she loved it. She had gotten the philosophy professor hard and she'd made him respond. Victory!

She bobbed her head back and forth a few times to get her saliva all over the end of his cock. When the purple head was entirely drenched with spit, she really went down on him.

His cock came rushing into her mouth. She cradled it with her rough tongue so she was rubbing sensually along the underside of his prick. The way that battering ram of cock bucked and twitched, she knew this was getting to the man more and more.

Her mouth wouldn't accept such a huge prick. It was making her gag. She started to back away when she felt those strong fingers tighten on the back of her head. He pulled her powerfully down into his cock.

"Suck!" The single word barked out cold, crisp, an order she didn't dare refuse. This was one man she couldn't fool around with. He knew what he wanted and would get it – no matter what.

Normally, such a command would have repelled her. She would have stood and walked off. No ordinary man ordered her around. But Dr. Nathaniel could. She wanted to go all the way down on him. Just taking a few inches into her mouth didn't seem enough. She was no sword swallower, but she knew how to gobble a man's cock.

As the rubbery tip of his prick bounced wetly off the roof of her mouth, she swallowed hard. His cock went sailing down her throat. It only stayed there for a second. Her gag-reflex was too great. And his cock was too big!

"God," she gasped. "You're huge!"

"Suck cock!" he snapped.

She quickly backed off and pressed her tongue into the piss-slit of his cock. She didn't want him coming yet. She wanted to continue sucking on his prick for a long, long time.

The tiny drop of pre-cum beading at the end of his prick was bitter. She made a face around the thick plug of cock stuffed into her face, but she knew that the tasty jism wouldn't be far off.

She poised for a moment, waiting for the right instant. As the frantic jerking of his cock died down a bit, she began face-fucking herself. His strong hands guided her head in exactly the rhythm he desired most. She couldn't escape those hands; she didn't want to.

Her head bobbed up and down on his prick, driving it in and out of her mouth with increasing speed and force. Her lips formed a perfect "O" around the sensitive sides of his prick. When her teeth clamped down and left fiery red marks along his cock, he groaned in abject passion for the first time.

"Suck harder, bitch," he ordered. "I can feel it coming. My jism is coming."

His hands almost ripped out her blonde hair by the roots he jerked so insistently now. The woman managed to decrease the suction on his prick. She wanted more of that succulent cock. It wouldn't do to have him come too soon.

Yet he was obviously nearing the end of his control. The way his hips, jerked uncontrollably told the blonde girl that the man was going to give her an all-out face-fucking any instant. He wasn't able to restrain his passions. His stony facade was crumbling.

She used her tongue to lick around the man's prick. She dragged the rough, wet tongue all over the tip of his cock until it shivered with desire. Then she played with the tiny flap of flesh dangling under the head of his prick.

This was the most sensitive portion of his prick. And it was obvious from the way his cock began bucking and twitching that he liked this a lot. She was almost at the point of getting him off.

She began really face-fucking herself. His cock hurled into her mouth, then slowly retreated. She engulfed his cock, gave him all the tongue she could, then sucked for all she was worth.

"Ummmmmm!" was all he said.

And then she found her mouth filled with salty, tasty, burning hot cum. His cock exploded and spewed forth the heavy load into her mouth until she had to swallow. And immediately she found her mouth filled with his jism again.

When the torrential outpouring slowed down a bit, she began sucking hard again on his cock. She didn't want a single drop of cum to remain locked up in the man's balls.

She wanted the philosophy, professor to know that an expert had been sucking his cock. She milked him dry and then continued licking even as his prick slowly went flaccid. As the limp hose of cock dangled between his legs, Manna followed it down.

She sucked up every single drop of jism that had escaped her sucking mouth earlier. She licked and lapped and washed clean his cock. And still the man said nothing.

Looking up at Dr. Nathaniel, she finally said, "Well? Wasn't that good?"

"C minus," he said sourly. He pushed his prick back into his pants and stood. "I have a faculty meeting."

He left Manna on her knees behind the desk, wondering what she had done wrong. He hadn't liked it! And that seemed like the end of the world to the young college student.

Manna couldn't stand the aching feeling deep inside her pussy any longer. Lying in bed, thinking about sucking off Dr. Nathaniel's cock, the horniness in her cunt grew until she was almost moaning with frustration. She shoved the pillow down between her legs and started rocking back and forth. When the bedsprings began squeaking loudly, Manna reluctantly stopped.

She didn't want to attract her parents' attention to her condition. Her fingers pulled the useless pillow from between her slender thighs and found the pillowcase damp with pussy juice.

"Damn," she said aloud. The blonde teenager got up and went to find something to eat. If she couldn't have the philosophy professor, she'd eat away her troubles. Anything was better than dreaming about how good it would be getting fucked by Roger's long, hard prick.

Rubbing her crotch and seeing it was still damp, she sighed. Life was such a damned crock of shit at times. Why couldn't she be content with Bert. He wasn't a bad sort and he fucked better than most of the studs she'd gone out with.

But he wasn't Dr. Nathaniel. It was that simple. Something about that man turned her on. Maybe it was his coolness toward her. He didn't get an instant hard-on when she flaunted her tits and rolled her ass. He was cool, damn him, too cool!

She couldn't pass up a challenge like that.

Manna opened, her bedroom door and peered out. The lights were still on in the living room, but the house was silent. On tiptoes, she went into the kitchen. The living room and entire rear of the house were empty. The young college student listlessly fixed herself a sandwich and munched on it.

Somehow, the food didn't settle her stomach. If anything, it made her more nervous.

"Damn," she said to herself again. "I'm an adult. I'm attractive! He's got to see me!"

Resolute, Manna grabbed her purse and keys and went out. She got into her car and drove across town to where Dr. Nathaniel lived. She'd have him – this very night. He couldn't turn her down this time. She hadn't even bothered to get dressed! She was still in her flimsy nightie.