There was something about Professor Hodge that always resulted in my leaving the lecture hall with messy panties.
His muscles making themselves apparent through the fabric of his shirt.
Most girls in my class can probably relate to it. Every time his arms flexed under his shirt; my pussy takes a jolt. His handsome face, sometimes with glasses on, only added fuel to the fire.
As I laid on my bed with my hands cuffed behind my back, all I could think was how did I get from a slut ogling at her professor to a slut on her bed with her legs splayed open for his view.
My eyes were closed. Somehow, that makes me feel safe. Like I am not seen or judged by the outside world. My pussy was leaking wet from what Michael did to me previously with my wand. I was expecting him to lick my folds any second then. Only it didn't happen so quick. I raised my head to watch him stare at my pussy, hunger apparent in his eyes.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" I asked tentatively.
"You have such a pretty pussy that it would be shame to not appreciate it," he said, his voice husky and filled with a different sort of passion that I can't put a finger to.
I didn't know how to respond. I didn't like my pussy inspected so closely. And it's definitely not a coin slot. Not that I know if he cares.
He leaned in for a kiss. My pussy tingled as his stubble grazed my petals. He kissed me there a few more times before he started licking. It was soon joined by one, two, and finally three fingers. By the time he was pumping his fingers in and out of me while his tongue sucked on my clit, I was in a similar state of bliss like I would be if my wand was on full speed. "I'm gonna cum..."
He didn't stop. And neither did I want him to.
And there are I felt it. All sensations focused on one spot of my body. Before I recognized that I was having an orgasm, I was squirting all over the place. More importantly, I was squirting on Michael's mouth. I tried to free my legs from his strong grip, but he was too focused on lapping up my juices. He groaned as he savored my flooding mess, his fingers still pumping in and out of me with fierce determination in expectation of more juices to flow out of me.
"I... I came."
"Good girl. You cum so well." He said as he sucked his fingers that were lodged deep in my pussy a moment ago.
A few seconds might have passed as silence invaded the room. My mind began settling back to its ground state. I could feel shame rushing into my head. It was not just shame. It was guilt. It was inadequacy. It was remorse. But it was never regret. Because I haven't ever squirted into a guy's mouth like that. It was so dirty but that unlocked a new feeling inside me that was wrapped under the false illusion of self-conscious feelings.
Michael's hands reached into the crook between my jaw and collar bone. "I am a man at the end of the day. But I have exercised control even over myself. I would like to be introduced to your inner slut. Every woman has that. Some are very excellent in concealing it. But I don't want you to be a master in that art. I would like to get to know that part of you before I fuck you, Eva."
"What do you mean?"
He's not going to fuck me today. That was it?
"I would like to know the needs of the woman I'm with. I want to explore your darkest desires. The one that brought over that look of embarrassment on your face a little while ago. I had plenty experiences and opportunities to explore my sexuality and desires. I take joy in fulfilling my partner's wants."
"Oh..."
I looked him in the eyes. They were looking back at me, expecting a response.
"I think that's very sweet of you. I don't really know much about kinky sex or even that lifestyle. Like you said, it's fifty-shades-of-grey sex is what all I know."
"I figured. I want you to take some time considering what I told you and write about this on your phone or a journal. When you get free, rethink on it. What makes sex exciting for you? What elements in sex makes you curious? Do you want to explore a specific feeling in association with sex?"
"I like to be tied up, like I am now. It hurts. But I like the idea that I'm hurting because of your control on me."
"That's a good start. When you're not studying or doing some other important work, try pondering over your wants in sex. Anything you'd like to explore."
I nodded. That was all I could do. Why is he making things so hard. Or is it because he plans on doing this long-term?
