Melinda Matson - A seductive student

"You came in here for something," the professor said, his voice hoarse and thick. "Get to it!"

Joselyn bit her lower lip, wiping the tears from her eyes, so she could see his face.

"Don't give me that dumb look, cunt," he snarled. "Start sucking!" He jabbed his finger down at the massive head of his penis, indicating just what he wanted sucked.

She shuddered as the great bulb throbbed, its surface swelling then shrinking as if it had a life, a separate life of its own. Then she had a moment of what seemed crystal clarity. She saw herself, saw Velasquez, saw the predicament she'd gotten herself into. She even got a glimpse of her own twisted motivations.

"God! No! I don't want to! I won't!" she said, speaking what she sincerely believed was the truth.

It was Velasquez turn to laugh. "Tell me all about it," he said, grabbing hold of her hair and yanking her head down to a level with the tip of his penis. "Tell me you don't want to suck it."

Joselyn whimpered at the strain on her scalp, then whimpered again as he pulled her face forward, forcing his nasty bulb to brush her forehead, her nose, her cheek. It was searing hot and smooth as velvet and it had a cloying, masculine smell that made her want to gag. Worse than the scent of the thing, though, was the sticky, seepage from its great vent, a seepage that smeared over the bridge of her nose and along her eyebrow.

He jerked her head back and with his free hand, unfastening the waistband of his shorts, wrenching the garment down over his rigid cock. It was then that Joselyn got the full effect of it.

"Uhhh!" she whined, gawking at the bloated rod protruding out of the right side of his jockey briefs. It was enormous! And it was so stiff that it was pulled up into an obscene curve, like a vile red banana. She had only thought the neck of it was thick. Compared to the huge, hulking root, the neck was miniscule. Indeed, the lower third of his cock was so big around that it gave the whole thing a kind of pyramidal shape.

Dr. Velasquez shoved his underwear down and the great penis lurched up to slap his sternum, showing its underside to her. It looked like a cobra swaying there, the flaring rim of its cap an opened hood. It was a ruddy color, too, especially on the pendulous nerve bundle and the swollen, hair fringed scrotum. That wrinkled bag contained a matched pair of balls. Slowly, the staff dropped down from his chest, sticking out from his groin like a tree limb.

"Take it in your mouth or I'm going to knock you silly," he said, raising his hand to her.

It was like a nightmare come true. She had become the victim, the dominated one, she had become her mother. The tension within her was unbearable. She thought she could feel the fabric of her mind ripping, the seams splitting…

He pulled her mouth uptight against the upper surface of his cock head, mashing her nose against the pulsing rim, practically smothering her with it.

"Do it now!" he demanded, twisting his hand tighter in her hair.

Joselyn's eyes fluttered shut, and as they did, a fresh batch of tears sprang forth. She had no choice. She had to obey him. Slowly, she let the muscles of her jaws relax. She didn't so much open her mouth, as allow him to force her lips apart over the knobby tip of his cock. It was a passive act, but surrender, nonetheless.

Her lips slipped smoothly down over the rubbery head and it pressed hard against her teeth, so hard that she whimpered. Then her jaws slipped further apart and the gross thing nosed over the edge of her teeth and pushed into her mouth, rubbing over the surface of her tongue, the insides of her cheeks, the roof of her mouth. Instantly, the flavor of his cock racked her taste buds. She coughed, choked about the horrendous mouthful, but he gave her no quarter, forcing her to keep the tip between her ovalled lips.

The very idea of her trying to get all that meat in her mouth was ridiculous. She could barely get her lips to go down to the thick rim. And even then, her cheeks were all ballooned out, stretched to the splitting point by the size of his bulb.

"Suck it!" he demanded.

It was easier said than done. In order to suck, there had to be some slack, some room for cheeks and lips to compress. Such space was non-existent. Joselyn whined pathetically, her hands flapping at her sides. She knew she had to obey him or suffer his wrath, but there was no way she could do it.

"I don't feel anything," he warned her, once again threatening her with his hand.

Terrified, she reached up and wrapped her fingers about the thick shaft, clutching the oily rod tight, then pumping her fist up and down, sliding the loose outer sheath of skin over the rock hard inner bone. She masturbated the gruesome thing into her open mouth, hoping that would be enough to satisfy him.

The professor grinned down at her, slitting his eyes against the pleasure her milking fingers were giving him.

"Harder!" he said. "Squeeze it harder!"

She dug her finger into the rigid shaft, jerking them forward and back, causing the sheath to bunch up behind his fat rim, then to wrinkle about his root. To her relief, he relaxed his grip on her hair and allowed her to pull her head back a little bit. She dragged her aching lips down from mid-bulb, down to the much smaller cleft tip.

She could feel the vent moving, opening and closing against the tip of her tongue, opening and closing in time to the stroking of her hand. And warm, viscous fluid belched from it, oozing into her mouth, filling it with the acrid taste of his precum, making buckets of slobber well up. Groaning, she sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, bolting the awful stuff down.

"Good, huh?" Velasquez smiled, giving his hips a little flip, making his knob bash against her teeth. She kept right on sucking. She didn't even pause for breath. She knew that if she could get him to orgasm now, she wouldn't have to undergo a more horrible, more complete ravishment later. Bobbing her head, she puffed her cheeks in and out, her lips making nasty wet noises against the red bulb.

"That's enough," the professor said, stepping back.

Jocelyn clutched his cock tightly and wouldn't give it up. She tried to get her lips back on it, to push her tongue tip into the gaping slot.

"Enough!" he exclaimed, punctuating his command with another slap.

The right side of her face exploded in pain once more and she went limp, allowing him to take back his property.

"You really like to suck dick, don't you?" he grinned. When she didn't answer, he added, "Some other time I'll let you finish it that way, but now…"

"Ohhhhhh!" Joselyn gasped as he reached down and thrust his hand between her legs, digging his fingers under her sodden crotch strap. He gripped it like a handle and jerked her up from the chair. For a second she swung helpless in mid air, suspended by the thin strip of fabric, her legs flailing wildly, her hand trying desperately to grab onto something, anything. He slung her over on the top of his desk like a sack of potatoes.

"Don't move!" he warned her, pulling her legs down so they draped over the desk's edge.

She lay there, panting, petrified, as he fumbled with the button and zipper on the front of her shorts. His hand still held the wet crotch-band, but it was so thoroughly stretched that she couldn't feel his fingers against her sex. Once he had the zipper pulled down, he used the crotch-band to jerk the shorts off her.

"Spread 'em!" he said, tossing the garment to the side.

When she was slow to obey; he angrily gripped her knees, wrenching them apart, splaying her crotch wide open. He chuckled coarsely as he leered down at her defenseless cunt.

Joselyn, shuddered on the desktop. A short time before he had looked at her pussy, but then it had been different, then she was at the helm, calling the shots. Now she could do nothing. His laughter made her face suddenly burn with shame.