This is a stroke story. It's ridiculous and unrealistic. No one is worried about STDs, sizes are exaggerated, and people can fuck for hours without chafing. Also, this chapter has some sexualized violence (slapping and choking; no blood or bruising) and plenty of degrading language, so if that's not your cup of tea, take note. --- "We're not stopping until these are empty and my dick goes soft," I said, as my professor fondled my swollen balls. She just looked at me, her breath quickening. Even with my pheromones adding to her arousal and making it possible to take my shaft, she must have been feeling a bit sore.
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"No, I can't," she said. "It's too much, too big... and it's been too long anyway. Someone might hear if we keep going."
"Do you think I care? You've got me excited. Now you've got to deal with it."
"I am still your instructor, Mr. Beech. I'm not about to let a student at some pissant school take charge."
That's when I realized how to break her down. Dr. Carrington acted like she was too good to teach at my university. Even after fucking me until she was almost overwhelmed, she still thought she ran the show. I decided it was time she learned about our relative positions. I decided to start by showing her what I thought of her degree. I stood up, leaving her laying on her desk. "Don't take it personally--that was fantastic, but like I said before, this happens on my terms on not at all," she said. I stood still for a moment, and then I reach out and ripped her framed diploma from the wall, smashed the glass on her desk, and yanked it free. Then I held it in front of my cock with one hand while pumping furiously with the other, staring Dr. Carrington in the eyes all the while.
She started to exclaim, "No! What are you..." but by then it was too late. My cock erupted, spraying strand after strand of thick white cum at her precious degree, quickly blotting out her name, the university seal, and running down across the text. My orgasm seemed to last forever, and when it was done I was left holding a thoroughly saturated piece of paper, with long strings of spunk stretching from it to her floor.
Dr. Carrington was left gaping as I carelessly tossed her ruined diploma in the trash and followed it with the broken glass and wood from the shattered frame. I turned to her. "You're a terrible teacher. The only reason anyone takes your class is because they want to fantasize about fucking you. Your degree isn't worth shit to me; as far as I care, your only value is that I decided to let you empty my nuts. Now get over here and do your fucking job."
She whimpered a bit, and then rolled off the desk and dropped to her knees. I could see her lower lip quivering slightly. "What do you want me to do?" I grinned at her submission. It wasn't really fair to her; she had been inhaling my pheromones for quite a while now, and she'd come into contact with my sperm, which has all the same properties only more so. But she still submitted willingly.
"I ate you out earlier and you seemed to enjoy it. A good slut would return the favor." With that, Dr. Carrington crawled over to me, her eyes locked on my engorged cock and her mouth opened slightly. She drew closer, until my swollen head was brushing against her lips. She reached up and gripped the base of my shaft as her tongue snakes out and slid around me. She opened her mouth wider as I pressed my prick into her. Her eyes widened as her jaw was forced open. It looked like she was having a hard time handling my girth, but she managed to get a few inches into her mouth. Her head started to bob up and down on my first few inches, while her hand stroked up and down the remainder of my shaft.
"You know, it seems like I shouldn't call you 'Dr. Carrington' or 'professor' anymore. What's your first name, slut?" I asked
"Anne," she replied, pulling my prick from her mouth. She opened up to return to her work, but then I blindsided her with a quick open-handed slap to the side of her face. It took her a second to regain her wits, and afterward she looked up at me, a red handprint visible on her pale cheek. She opened her mouth to question me and got as far as "what" before I slapped her again in the same place. This time, when she looked back at me there were tears in her eyes and she simply kneeled there, one hand on my cock, mouth hanging open, as she tried to figure out why I was abusing her. I slapped her a third time, this time on the right side instead of the left, and grabbed her hair as she reeled. I yanked on it, using her strawberry-blonde locks as a grip to manhandle her.
"I didn't tell you to stop sucking, slut." She sniffed and shook in my grip, but she got the point and opened her mouth once again to take me in. Soon her head was bobbing in front of me and it seemed like my slut was enjoying herself. She had managed to relax her throat somewhat, and she was taking in a bit less than half of my throbbing shaft. Her saliva was flowing out of her stuffed mouth down the sides of my cock. Her hands were busy as well; one is steadily stroking the remainder of my length while the other was caressing my bloated balls. "Anne isn't a good name for a slut like you. I don't think I'm going to use it. From now on, I'll call you whatever I want and I expect you to answer to it." Her answer was unintelligible, since she didn't stop to take my cock out of her mouth. I smiled at her "You learn fast, doctor slut. That's good." The corners of her mouth turned up slightly at that--a smile, or at least as close as she could get given how much meat was in her mouth.
I let her keep pleasing me for a few minutes. Soon she went into high gear, pumping her hands and mouth in time, running up and down my prick. I felt the vibrations from her moans as I began to pump precum into her sucking mouth. She closed her eyes and I feel her tongue swirl madly around my head. The stimulation made my shaft grow a bit bigger and harder, causing her to choke momentarily.
I pulled back, leaving just the tip of my cock in the bitch's mouth, and smiled down at her. "I hope you're hungry." Dr. Carrington looked up at me expectantly and cupped my balls in her hand, squeezing gently as if she hoped to extract as much cum as possible from them. I saw no reason not to oblige her, and start shooting great spurts into her mouth. Each spurt could fill a shot glass, and I saw her throat work to swallow after the third shot as her mouth started filling up. But that wasn't enough to stem the tide, and she had to swallow again in just a moment after I unleashed two more pulses into her mouth. She swallowed a third time as soon as she could, since my next shot had filled her mouth once again, and then my seed started to overflow her mouth. Her cheeks bulged slightly as some semen appeared at the corners of her mouth. I fired off another half-dozen shots, causing long strands of spunk and spit to start dripping down her chin. She snorted and yet more of my seed sprayed from her nose, as I overwhelmed her with my load.
Then it was over. Dr. Carrington swallowed once, twice, three times; she brought her hands up and used her fingers to scoop the excess into her mouth and swallowed again. "That was incredible. Your spunk tastes so sweet." I smiled back at her for a moment, letting her take pleasure in her work. "All right. That was a good start, but play time is over, slut. When you were talking in class today, I couldn't help but think it was a waste of a perfectly good mouth. I think it's time to teach you what your mouth is really for. I want you to deepthroat me. You're going to swallow my cock, you Ivy League bitch."
Dr. Carrington's eyes went wide at the thought of taking your lead pipe down her throat. She started to speak: "I don't think I can..."
But I cut her off. "How did you get the idea that I wanted you to think? Your sole purpose is pleasing my cock. I want to feel your nose pressed into my crotch and my cock down your whore throat now." Dr. Carrington whimpered, but opened her mouth and took in your cock. She pushed forward, taking almost half of it, before she started gagging and choking around my girth. I glowered down at her, and she tried again, but she didn't get any further.
"I'm sorry!" she begs. "Your cock is just too big!"
"You've disappointed me, whore. I suppose I'll have to train you. My slut trembled slightly, her lower lip quivering, as I reached out and grabbed two fistfuls of her hair. "Open wide, whore. I'm going to bust your throat cherry, and when I'm done you'll thank me." And with that I thrust forward, spreading Dr. Carrington's jaw wide open and plunging to the back of her mouth. I got about halfway in and hit resistance as she gagged around me, so I pulled back a few inches and then drove myself back in. After a half dozen of these brutal repetitions, my slut was crying, her mascara running down her cheeks. "It's okay, little whore. Just relax and it'll be over soon." I gave her a moment to breathe, and then gave her a mighty thrust, pushing past the clenching ring of her gag reflex and hilting myself in her.
I took a moment to savor the sensation of her throat rippling around my cock, trying to either swallow or expel the invader. I slowly pulled out about halfway, then gave her a few slower, experimental thrusts, pressing her nose into my groin each time. Smiling, I pulled out the whole way. Her head hung down as she choked and sobbed. "And what do we say?" I asked.
