Melinda Matson - A seductive student

"Tell me you didn't like sucking my cock," he demanded, gingerly reaching down and flicking her pudenda with the edge of his forefinger, brushing the lips of her vagina.

"Oh!" she said, recoiling from the intimate touch.

Velasquez held his finger up for her to see. It glistened unctuously in the light. "Your pussy is sopping wet," he nodded grinning. "You're ready for a fuck and we both know it."

"No!" she said, but even to her own ears her voice lacked power, conviction. She was suddenly aware of the warm moisture between her legs the tingling heat about the mouth of her cunt. Then her head went into a steep dive and the world began to spin. The Joselyn that was giving way to the Joselyn that was to be.

The Professor grabbed hold of the neck of his cock and bent it down, pushing his hips between her thighs, jamming the bloated head up against her wet labia.

"So fucking hot!" he exclaimed, rubbing himself up and down her sticky gash.

If she'd had any doubts about her readiness to perform sexually for the man, they were squelched at that instant. Squelched by the way her labia slipped apart, by the slick cum that rushed forth to lubricate the massive tip, by the mind-bending surge of delight that swept up over her tummy as the big bulb nosed about in her crotch.

She began to cry again, turning her head to the side, biting her finger to choke back the sobs. She knew she wanted it to happen, wanted his huge cock ramming about inside her cunt, ripping it, ruining it for any other man's pleasure… and that knowledge was more shameful than anything she'd ever experienced. All along she'd been waiting for just such an animal as Dr. Velasquez. A man who could use her, abuse her and think nothing of it, a man like dear old Dad.

The professor bore down on his shaft, forcing the tip to push into the mouth of her cunt. It was so impossibly huge, the rim so broad that it caught on the ragged edge of her labia, pushing the tender lips outside in, cramming them up her cunt.

For a horrible moment, Joselyn was sure that he was going to split her open. The pressure of his cockhead and the doubled over labia on her aperture was indeed awesome. But then, all at once, her pussy just gave way. It was so hot, so wet that it stretched out, yawning, gobbling the massive bulb with a moist slurp. And that searing, throbbing knob was inside her, filling her as she'd never been filled before, mashing down on her clitoris, flattening the oily marble as it nosed deeper.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" the professor gasped, feeding her more of his thick cock, his eyelids fluttering shut as the slithery drapery of her cunt swarmed over his aching bone.

Joselyn could do nothing to stop or ever slow the mind-numbing penetration. It felt like he was shoving a telephone pole up her pussy and the thing's girth was ironing out all the ridges and valleys, the slick corrugations of her channel. It just kept coming and coming, the upper surface of the shaft sawing over her clitoris, the knob end jamming deeper and deeper until she was afraid that it would pop out between her teeth.

Velasquez gave her everything he had. He only stopped when the huge root of his cock was pressed tight to her distorted orifice, when his balls nuzzled between her buttocks. He lay there on top of her, panting, gasping obscenely, his face flushed with excitement.

Her face was flushed, too, and contorted in a grimace of pain. The incredibly broad base of his penis was wedged into her, ripping the mouth of her cunt wide open. She was pronged to the hairs, utterly helpless. And every time his cock throbbed, pushing out in all directions against the already tautly stretched sheath of her pussy, she let out a strangled yelp.

If she expected any kind of mercy from him, she was sorely disappointed. The swarthy professor seemed to delight in her squeals and he purposefully flexed his cock, watching the gamut of emotion pass over her face as the bloated shaft swelled within her. And when the novelty of that diversion wore off, he began to move his lips.

"Ahhhhh! Yessssss!" Joselyn groaned as the huge, curving ramrod was wrenched from the back of her womb. For a miraculous instant, the horrible pressure was gone, and then he was lunging into her sending the full length of his cock spearing into her open cunt… and the world dissolved in agony.

"Yes… oooh, yes," he gurgled, flipping his hips in an even, rhythmic cadence. He was fucking into her teasingly, working his big cock in and out slowly, watching down between their bellies, watching the friction-reddened, glistening shaft, push in and out, in and out of her ovalled pussy, breathing in the scent of her plundered loins.

The poor girl tried to fight the sensations that were enveloping her, the maddeningly slow pistoning of his cock, the rasping pressure against her clitoris, the awful suction on her insides as the huge shaft slogged backwards. It was too much. He was fucking her against her will and he was making her love it. No amount of lip or tongue biting, no amount of self-loathing could alter the fact that she was getting hot. Without thinking, almost as a reflex action, she lifted her feet from the edge of the desk, raising her knees, and slipped her legs about the small of his back.

He laughed at her, then. He laughed right in her face.

She moaned, and kicked him, pounding her heels into his firm ass, starting to squirm under him, unable to stop, wanting him to pick up the tempo, to fuck her faster.

Velasquez ignored her and maintained his infuriatingly slow pace. His cock was going in and out much easier now, as the slick rush of her juices had lubricated things. He was plowing himself in to the root, her warm fluids smearing over his testicles, which, in turn, rubbed into her asscrack.

"Oh! Oh!" she cried, trying to flip her hips, to drive his cock in and out, herself. She succeeded, but only for, a moment.

Velasquez growled at her dropping, his full weight down onto her stomach, pinning her flat to the desk top.

"Relax," he said, through tightly clenched teeth. Then he began doing it to her again, doing it so slow that he could feel the sides of his shaft squeaking over her snug-fitting walls.

Joselyn clung to him, her legs winding about his back, her arms about his neck, and she began to sob. It had finally dawned on her why he was screwing her that way. He wasn't doing it to drive her crazy… or to turn her on… her pleasure or pain didn't matter in the least to him. All he cared about was prolonging his own ecstasy, postponing his climax as long as possible. The realization that he didn't even care enough about her to torture her, that she was nothing more than a handy vessel, a place to slide his cock, both humiliated and aroused her. It made her feel absolutely worthless and that feeling underscored her own fears about herself and her own need to be overwhelmed, to be totally dominated.

"That's better," he wheezed, his ass rising and falling, forcing his cock to slip in and out of her cunt.

She shuddered as she felt her own juices trickling down between her buttocks, searing over the tiny floral adornment of her anus, as she felt her tummy push up and down as the monstrous thing filled and emptied her, distending her whole lower torso. Flickers of delight danced in her loins and then the flickers blossomed, but slowly, so very slowly, like a slow motion replay of a bonfire leaping to life. It took forever for the pleasure to build and during those interminable seconds, she collapsed, her mind caved in. She knew that he was making her cum, controlling her like a puppet, making her cum to his whim, and that he didn't give a damn whether she orgasmed or not.

"Yeeee!!" she shrilled, arching her back, her long neck, as the klieg lights flashed on in her skull, as the sheath of her cunt closed down on the huge cock.