Melinda Matson - A seductive student

"That's it," he said, reaching out, grabbing her by the elbow, pulling her closer. "I can tell that we're going to have a wonderful relationship. You're going to love being my assistant. What you're looking at is just one of the fringe benefits you're going to get."

Joselyn stiffened, fighting the urge to jerk her arm free, to bolt as his blood-thickened penis flexed, the moist head bobbing, nodding to her.

"Lick me clean," he demanded, with obvious pleasure.

She swallowed the lump in her throat. She had to do it, she knew. Slowly, she sank to her knees before him. He kicked off his Bermudas and underwear and spread his legs wide apart.

"Come on, you know you want to do it," he told her. "All the chicks want a taste."

She moved between his thighs and lowered her face to his loins. She'd never seen so much cum in her life. It looked like he'd masturbated three or four times in a row.

"Lick it up," he said, slipping his hand around the back of her neck and jerking her nose, her lips into the sticky mess.

Joselyn whimpered as she suddenly found herself face to face with his hairy scrotum. Her mouth was jammed against the pebbly flesh, the scratchy hairs, the gobs of spent semen, and the tip of her nose was pressed against the juncture of cock and balls. Under her tightly clamped lips his huge testicles began to slowly shift, to rotate.

"Lick," he said.

The rank, sour smell of his crotch, the sharp, acrid taste of his cum exploded in her nose and mouth and Joselyn was overwhelmed by the reality of her predicament, horrified by what she had gotten herself into.

"Lick!"

She obeyed. The voice commanding her was not Bertrand's, however; it belonged to another. She opened her mouth and swirled her tongue over the tacky scrotal skin, licking up the salty, lukewarm sperm. She could feel his whole body stiffen as she lapped at his balls, his cock arching up from his groin, trembling with excitement.

"Ooooh, yeah! Yeah!!" the professor moaned, grinding his hips lasciviously, rubbing his testicles against her mouth and chin, his sticky hairs painting her cheeks with pearly goo.

The only way Joselyn could continue was to pretend that Velasquez was watching her, nodding approvingly. She kept on licking, lashing her tongue over the underside of his balls, cleaning them scrupulously. The flavor of his semen raged in her mouth, burning her tongue, mixing with and thickening her saliva. It was nasty stuff, indeed. She bathed his balls in her hot slobber, laved them with her moist tongue until they were rubbed a cherry red, until their sack was all shriveled, all wrinkled up tight over the bloated orbs.

When she paused to gasp for breath, he caught her head between his palms and pulled her mouth up higher, up to the thick base of his penis.

"Lick it," he cooed to her. "Lick my prick, baby."

Joselyn groaned. His cock was iron hard against her mouth and she could feel the veins throbbing, the tendons flexing anxiously.

Bertrand didn't wait for her to respond to his demand, but lifted her face, dragging her soft mouth up the sticky underside of his cock, then shoving it back down, masturbating against her tender lips.

She shuddered as he so callously used her, as the silky smooth skin at the base of his penis gave way to an entirely different type of skin about a third of the way up the curving shaft. The skin of his cocksheath was pebbly, covered with a million hairless follicles; sort of a natural "french tickler" effect. The bumpy flesh rasped against her mouth, her tongue, and she could not help but imagine what that coarse texture would do to the buttery soft lining of her cunt, to the tender nubbin of her clitoris. She felt a surge of excitement, unwanted excitement at the thought.

"God, baby!" he mumbled, twisting and turning her head in his hands, his ass shifting impatiently on the chair seat.

Joselyn began to lick at the hulking boner, to swirl her tongue over and around it as he forced her to bob her head. In a matter of seconds, her copious saliva had covered the rod from tip to root and the thing was rushing pell mell through the warm, wet trough of her lips, the rubbery tip bumping against her forehead as the shaft slid up alongside her nose.

"That's it! That's the way!!" Bertrand howled in delight, guiding her lips over his tumescent meat. She moved her tongue faster, whipping it across his sensitive nerve bundle, stabbing its tip into the open, gaping slot in his cock head. Everything was suddenly so hot and slippery, so sexy that it stole her breath away. There was a bonfire in her lungs and it pulsed in time to the huge penis between her lips. She realized at once what was happening to her, that she was getting turned on and the idea revolted her. She didn't want to be excited by this jerk's cock, by submitting to his animal needs, but she was, undeniably. And she could almost hear Velasquez urging her on, half-laughing as he did so, wanting her to go wild, wanting her to prove to herself that she was not only his, but that she was anybody's anytime. Though she fought against the hunger building in her belly, she gradually began to lose control of herself, her shame succumbing to passion, and she began to move her head faster and faster without his prompting, moving her lips, her tongue in a blur over his arching boner.

"Ohhhh! Ahhhhh!" he gasped as she stuffed his enormous bulb in her mouth and proceeded to cram it over the back of her tongue and down her throat. Her wet lips nursed at the middle of his shaft, sliding back and forth over the band of pebbly skin.

Joselyn knew what she was doing. She wanted him to cum. She wanted him to cum in her mouth. Suddenly, there was no thought of Velasquez in her mind, no thought of whose cock it was she was sucking. None of the details mattered to her. She hungered for the feel of hard penis bucking and jerking between her cruelly stretched lips, for the boiling surge of semen pouring down her throat.

The professor, momentarily unbalanced by the squeaky-tightness of her throat, the maddening, sucking caress of her lips, began hunching up from his chair, driving the last three inches of his penis up into her gaping mouth and unguarded throat. She whimpered each time the incredibly broad root jammed between her teeth, spreading her jaws to the splitting point, each time the bloated knob end rammed deep in her gullet, but she didn't stop sucking. She held her cheeks concave, maintaining the maximum friction against the madly flipping rod, letting it fuck in and out of her lovely face at will, the bumpy gooseflesh of his shaft scouring over her tongue and throat.

Bertrand finally stopped lunging and sat there, panting hard, his eyes bulging as he watched her continue to blow him, to bob her head, forcing the monstrous cock in and out of her throat, making her lips slide from tip to root and back, over and over again. He could've just sat there and let her bring him off, but he didn't want it that way. He grabbed hold of her hair and as she raised her mouth up his shaft, he lifted, jerking her lips from his gleaming bulb.

"Uhhh!" she whined, trying to bridge the gap between her mouth and his cock with her long, dripping tongue.

"Enough of that!" he said, shoving her back and rising from the chair. His cock was hard as granite, rubbed a furious red by the prolonged friction with her throat and mouth.

She looked up at his huge penis, arching like a monstrous red banana from his wet crotch to breastbone, and moaned. Her head was reeling, she could hardly breathe for the pressure in her chest.

"Get up!" he said, pulling on her hair.

Joselyn got up on wobbly legs. She stood there, making no move to defend herself as he roughly jerked her tube top down, making her smooth breasts bobble free, as he ripped open the fly of her cut off jeans and wrenched them down around her ankles.