The Professor's Personal Slut - 02

"Good girl, Eva," Michael said.

I was on the floor, on my knees, clad in a sexy red lingerie that leaves little room for imagination. My lush brown hair was undone, cascading over my shoulders. Michael was wearing a light blue polo shirt and khaki trousers. This seems to be his go-to casual wear. Regardless, he looked sexy as always.

This was new to me. I have never been put in a position where my sexual partner or should I clarify,

my potential sexual partner

, asked me to submit to him in such a kinky way. I had never been on my knees for a man.

But here I am, waiting patiently for his next order.

My silky red thong was drenched. Not just by his presence and the excitement that drove me crazy about what he would do to me next but also because I had been thinking all the dirty stuff he had in store for me. Michael texted me early today that I am not allowed to cum without his surveillance or permission, which made the wait all the more enticing.

"Put your palm against the ground, on all fours. Let me see how painful the wait has been for you."

I had my thong soaked in my juices really well. But most of the time, it's just the way my pussy is. I'm a naturally wet girl.

"Yes sir."

He bent on his knees right next to me, his hand reaching across the fabric of my thong. For a second, there was dead silence. Next thing I know was Michael inhaling my crotch. He let out a deep groan. "I think I might get addicted to your scent, sweetheart."

"I've been thinking about this moment all day, Professor."

"Call me Michael or Sir. It's more appropriate."

"Yes, sir."

For some reason, 'Sir' seemed more appropriate to me. This was so wrong but for now, this is the only thing that sounded right in my head. I haven't had a lot of action since the last incident with my best friend and her boyfriend. Even with the rumors flying around, guys still came to me but the shame really made me stay away from sex for a while. But letting go a good chance with Michael Hodge? I am not stupid.

"I must say, red is definitely your color."

"Oh, you will start appreciating more colors on me, Michael."

"If a man said that, it would sound cocky. But when it came out of you, it sounded hot."

I chuckled, pushing my ass close to him.

"Get up and take me to your bedroom."

"Yes sir," I answered. I looked up at him for a moment, a sly smile creeping on my face. He has no idea what's waiting for him upstairs in the bedroom of his innocent student.

I held his hand and guided him up the stairs. I could feel his eyes fixated on my ass. His fingers ran along the curve of my spine, sending shivers.

When he entered my bedroom, a small laugh escaped his throat. "Did you figure that I was the kinky type?"

"You know, when handsome men like you grow older, it's obvious they discover more varied and broader interests than just missionary. Plus, you exude that energy."

"Interesting..." He walked near my bed where I had neatly placed three of my favorite sex toys, a blindfold, a ball gag and a flogger. He ran a finger along the leather of the expensive flogger I bought just for this occasion.

"Oh Eva, I am way kinkier than just

Fifty Shades of Grey

sex."

"I tried my best. Maybe it's your turn to teach me to tailor myself to your tastes."

"I won't tailor you to my taste. I'll take you as you are. I'll dig into your deepest desires and bring out the slut in you. We'll have way more fun that way."

I waited all day. I detest to wait a minute more.

I walked over to him, my hands creeping under his shirt. "Oh my, I can't wait..."

"You'll have to. You'll have to be patient first to see clear. You're going to learn a lot from me, Eva."

His hands wrap over mine. They slowly go down to the hem of my silk lingerie. "You are breathtaking," he whispered. My breath quivered as his hands lifted up the silk and threw it on the floor.

"Oh yes..." I moaned into his mouth as he grabbed me by the throat and kissed me.

The kiss started slow at first. Like a lover's kiss. Slow and gentle, sleek and exploring. But then it started to intensify into a passionate one. Like forbidden lovers do. Hungry and insatiable. Desperate and devouring.

He grabbed my thighs and lifted me against him, my legs snaked around his waist. The compounding intensity of our kiss ended us on my bed, with me grinding my hips against his crotch while we devoured each other like ravenous creatures. "Please, I can't wait much longer, I've been leaking wet all day."

"I can see that," he said. He pushed the thong aside and muttered something to himself. I could feel his breath on my glistening pussy.

A second later, I felt his tongue on the petals of my pussy. He started off slow, gliding up and down from my clit to the crack of my ass. Then I felt his tongue pushing in between the folds, with the company of a couple fingers. "God, you're flooding."

I ground my crotch against his mouth in response, my deep moans amplified as his fingers started pumping in and out of me while his tongue was flicking my clit like his life depended on it. My hands came down to his hair, running through his light waves.

"Fuck, I want you inside right now. Please, Michael. Please just fuck me."

"Why don't we make use of these stuff you have on display here?"

"They can wait."

I groaned again. But this time, it was not out of pleasure. Michael picked up the blindfold and admired it for a moment before my vision went black.

And then my senses were cut down to four. This grew my anticipation and to rely on my touch and hearing senses more. His fingers sank back in my pussy again. I groaned again in pleasure. I haven't had sex in 6 months. My toys were always on full-time duty these months. I thought their job would be done since Michael.

Not thirty seconds had passed, I heard the buzz of my wand.

Oh god, he's going to torture me.

I clutched the sheets and groaned as the head of the wand met my clit. "You're my sweet little slut. I'm going to have a lot of fun with you."

I couldn't respond to that. My mind was solely focused on the vibratory sensation on the nub of my pussy, bringing me to the edge. I started to think about how eagerly I picked out my lingerie for today only for it to end up on the floor. How nicely I took the time to shave and moisturize my body, only for him to torture me. How much effort it took to not touch myself when it was a hundred percent obvious that my pussy was ruining my panties. All of that wait and anticipation had come down to this one singular occasion where I am splayed on my rose-scented sheets with a hot middle aged man controlling my orgasms for his own amusement.

I could feel the familiar sweet sensation of an orgasm building up on my clit. The treble in my voice didn't manage to hide that quite well. I'm sure Michael had picked up on it.

"I don't think you deserve to cum today, Eva," he whispered into my ear.

"W-why not?"

Please just let me cum!

"I would appreciate it if you earned that like a good girl."

In that moment, everything was turning me on. His voice. His teasing and definitely the fact that how wrong all of this was. He is my professor who teaches me physics!

I wanted to ask him what I can do to earn an orgasm, but my mind was so ready to let go of everything so long as I could feel all the nerve ending concentrated on a single area of my body. Oh, I was so ready to cum.

The vibrator was instantly turned off. I let out a groan of frustration. "No!"

I crossed my legs in an attempt to keep the wand on my pussy, but Michael was very tactile. I could hear him chuckling at my vain attempts at securing an orgasm after trying my best to not touch myself just as he instructed me to.

"I think the wand has done its job. My turn."