Sub Training Of Srishti Pt 02

I request (rather command) the readers to read the first part of the series to enjoy this completely.

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"The most fascinating work he did was the discovery and confirmation of black holes." Professor Yadav paused to pull his glasses down, letting them hang in front with a golden chain and looked up at the class; his eyes were as piercing and dominating as ever, "Just imagine the genius of the man called Stephen Hawkins," he continued in his hoarse voice, "A celestial body that cannot be seen even with the most powerful of telescopes. Infact," a very small smile sprawled across his lips, "something that is actually invisible. He not only affirmed its presence but also derived the whole mathematics that work around it, giving us...."

Srishti was looking at his lips. She was oblivious to the words spoken by him. She could make out his prominent canines as he smiled and she felt a slight tingling sensation around her collarbone. Her eyes strolled down to his bony jaw. She inadvertently gulped. Her eyes went even lower, following the veins across his muscular forearms till they lingered around his strong, manly hands. There was this visible strength in his hands that can't be missed as he flexed them for innumerable times during his lecture. And Srishti lowered her gaze to the gentle bulge at the front of his trousers. She couldn't help but lick her lips at the prospect of nudging against his manhood.

She ran a finger across her hand till she touched the mark around her wrist. The images of her encounter flashed in her mind. She had gone to Professor Yadav's office for clarifying doubts in Quantum Physics. But she had a hidden agenda. And to her blissful surprise, she wasn't disappointed. She allowed her eyes to shut down, to vividly recollect the last night.

He had turned her around and pulled her in his strong arms till her prominent buttocks were mashed against his swelling pants. He had held her by her waist and had lifted her off of her feet and turned to his mahogany table.

"Bend forward Srishti." he had commanded, "Stretch your arms and place your palms on the table."

"Please Professor. I don't.."

"Now!"

She had immediately bent forward, placing her palms on his table. Table felt soothingly warm. And to her shock, she noticed a big mirror attached to the back of his chair which was turned around now. She looked at her bent over reflection in the mirror and felt vulnerable in the position with her upper torso bent forward, making her butt sticking out as if anticipating his hand. She could see him standing behind her; his eyes running all over her protruding butt. She bit her lower lip and involuntarily squeezed her ass cheeks as if to protect it from his gaze. She closed her eyes, breathing heavy and waiting. Waiting for him to say something. Maybe touch her. She blushed at the thought and felt a tingling sensation between her legs.

Moments passed by as she felt him walk and pulling his drawer open. She opened her eyes and saw him holding a nylon rope in his hands.

"Professor..?"

"Hold still," he breathed and made a loop of rope around her wrists, pulled the double rope between her hands and tied it under her wrist with a meter of rope available for him to tug. She squirmed as the ropes dug into her soft skin. Professor moved across his table and pulled the free end of the rope. She felt her breasts mashing in the table and her feet barely touched the ground.

"Please Professor, I... Professor,"

He secured the free end of the rope around a leg of the table. Srishti could feel her moist pussy pressed against the corner of his table. She was shuffling from one toe to another. Professor took a step back and walked behind her. He always enjoyed the art of tying with ropes. His knots will always be under the wrists so that he can relish the sight of a smooth skin gripped under the relentless rope.

She looked up into the mirror and saw him looking into her eyes. She turned a crimson red and squirmed helplessly and tried tugging on the rope. But to her blissful agony she was awarded with a crunching slap across her taut ass. *SMACKK*

"AAAH Professor...P.. Please,"

"Yes Srishti."

She opened her eyes and the whole class was staring at her. Professor Yadav was standing in front of her.

"Yes Srishti?" he repeated, "You were asking something?"

"Umm.. Yeah... Professor... Uhh I was wondering. I was just wondering how a black hole consumes everything that comes close to it."

Professor placed his glasses back and took a step forward, "Yes. It is very difficult to escape its gravitational pull once you are too close to it."

He was looking at her. He was looking through her.

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She coughed and knocked at his office. It had been few days since her meeting with Professor Yadav. A buzz was running in her head. She couldn't concentrate on anything. Her nights were full with visions of Professor. She would almost whimper thinking about the things Professor had planned for her.

"Would you like to sit by my feet and let me stroke your head in love?" she looked up at him, "Yes Professor I would love to."

"Come in," her trail of thoughts was abruptly stopped as he commanded her to walk into his office. She touched her hair and turned the knob.

"Srishti? Now?"

"Yes Sir...I.. Actually I wanted to... Umm... I'm sorry Professor... I wanted to see you,"

His face was a bit flustered. She could see the vein on his neck pulsing and his cheekbones a tad crimson. He was clenching his jaw involuntarily.

"You should have informed," he pulled his chair closer to his desk.

"Yes Sir I should...," she paused as a gentle humming and lapping sound fell onto her ears.

"You were saying?"

"Professor can you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"What is that sound? Some.. Some animal probably." she looked around and saw a bag lying on the sofa near the fireplace. She knew the owner of that bag.

She gulped and felt her heartbeat rising. She looked back at him. He didn't react, "Srishti, go and get that bag for me,"

"Professor?"

"Why do I have to tell you everything twice?" he snapped, making her almost jump in surprise.

"S.. Sorry Sir, I'll get it."

She picked the bag and placed it on his table.

"It's better you give that bag to the owner," his voice was calm but firm.

"Ye.. Yes Sir. But... But I do not see the owner of the bag," she picked up the bag and stood there in confusion. The sound of slurping was more like suckling by now and grew prominent, accompanied by gentle hums.

"Come here. She is down here, under my table," he marginally pushed his chair back, and leaned back comfortably into it. Srishti gulped and slowly walked towards his side, and the scene under his table unfolded in front of her eyes.

The girl from the library was kneeling down under his desk and slobbering lovingly on his meaty penis. Her hands were behind her back, but she had lunged forward, working her sloppy mouth expertly all over his pulsing, brown shaft like a pro cocksucker. Srishti felt weak as the girl pulled back her mouth to breath and in process unravelled his majestic cock, jutting out from his pants like a wooden log and his burly balls nestled under it. It had to be an 8 inch of pure, throbbing meat with bulbous crown. It stood out proudly like a dripping sword.

The girl looked at Srishti, their eyes met and she wrapped her mouth around his pink mushroom, teasing it with her slimy tongue. Srishti saw a black leather collar wrapped around her neck. Professor reached for the hair behind her head and pushed, impaling the remainder of his cock up her mouth. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she gagged as his tip nudged against her throat cavity. He released her head, letting her pull back and breath around his cock.

Srishti's mind was in a haze, taking extra efforts to process what she was seeing in front. But her body was betraying her. She couldn't help but enjoy the position of the girl with Professor's hand placed over her head. She tried to pass the bag but the girl didn't reach out for it. She plopped his cock out of her mouth, leaving a trail of spit and oral juices, "I can't," she mumbled and started licking his balls, suckling one inside her mouth.

"She's cuffed, Srishti," Professor whispered, looking at her confused expressions and took out a set of keys from his pocket, "Why don't you get in and uncuff her, so that you can hand over the bag to her. There is enough room under the table for you two.

Srishti trembled with his words, "Professor... I.....I don't think.... It will be....," she blushed a deep red as he placed the keys in front of her.

"Now Srishti, you don't want to get me angry, do you? You know how much serious I am about punishing on account of disobedience."

Srishti felt the stinging sensation across her buttocks. She remembered her first meeting with Professor Yadav, when he had smacked her butt and ran a brigade of slaps across her ass cheeks. She picked up the keys and kneeled down by his chair and lunged forward. She could not believe what she was getting herself into. Her nostrils could smell his manly musk as she crawled a bit further under his table and tried to settle behind the girl.

"Parul, make some space for Srishti." His hand reached for her hair and pulled her closer to his lap, which resulted in his cock running deep inside her mouth and she gagged and coughed around his cock.

"You see, Srishti, Parul does not know how to deepthroat," he let go of her hair, "but she is willing to learn, aren't you Parul?"

She pulled her head back, "Yes Professor. I would love to," and leaned forward to work on his twitching balls.

Srishti could feel her heart beating against her ribcage. She had seen all this in porn movies. She still remembered her first porn which she had watched with her classmate in her house. One scene of the movie, which she could clearly remember even today, was that of a girl kneeling between several guys with their hung cocks lolling out of there zippers. The girl in the movie had sucked and allowed them to mouth fuck her till they all drained their seeds inside of her mouth.

And here she is seeing a girl ravishing the cock his Physics Professor like some juicy candy.

"Have you ever indulged in an oral sex Srishti?" Professor yet again broke the trail of her thoughts.

"Professor... I... I did it once. It was long back with my boyfriend," she mumbled meekly, turning a deeper shade of red.

"And did you like it?" his hand was gripping the base of his cock, poking his single-eyed monster against the insides of Parul's cheeks. Srishti was watching all this with bated breath. She was sitting just by Parul and could actually smell the oral juices hanging from her mouth and his cock.

"I asked you something Srishti?"

"Sorry Master," she gulped and felt her mouth dry, listening to herself as she addressed him 'Master'. A very faint smile flashed across his lips. She continued, "I did not really liked it Professor."

"I see," he let go of his cock and leaned back in his chair, "Would you do me a favour Srishti? As you can see, Parul is handcuffed and not able to hold and place my cock properly inside of her mouth. Why don't you help her with that? Can you hold my cock and help her with the sucking," he was enjoying the change of expression on Srishti's face with every word.

"Professor, I don't.... I mean to say.... I can't..."

"Excuse me," he growled slowly.

Srishti looked up into his intimidating eyes and lowered her gaze, slowly reaching for his manhood. She very carefully reached for its base, as if holding a poisonous snake. It wasn't the first penis she was holding but all the previous ones were gentle boy-cocks and none was as intimidating as this thick, pulsing rod.

She almost felt the soothing warmth as she felt the girth, wrapping her fingers around it. Parul instinctively leaned her face forward, parting her lips and licking the leaking slit with her pointy tongue.

"Mmmmm," it was the first moan.

Professor had emanated as his hands reached out for the heads of two young girls working on his twitching cock.

Srishti had started stroking his length unknowingly. She was in a different world. Half of her senses were occupied in processing the beauty of the package she was inches away from. Every time she pulled her hand back on it, his foreskin would peel back, unraveling his marvellous, pinkish mushroom. She could smell his inebriating musk; so that's how real men smell, she had thought to herself.

Professor slipped his hand down and behind her neck and gently pulled her closer. She could feel her heart racing as she resisted but failed. Her lips were inches from his erection. Parul was working her lips all over the length of his cock, polishing his shaft with her spit.

"Professor... I don't think..... Professor please..."

"Just one kiss Srishti. Pucker your lips and place a kiss wherever you want to."

She almost shook her head as he pulled even harder on the back of her neck, and she felt her nose pressed against the base of his cock. She could smell his sweat. To her surprise, it wasn't bad. He smelled sweet. She closed her eyes, puckered her lips and placed a kiss right across his ballsack.

He smiled and let go of her neck but she did not pull back. Her lips puckered again as she gave another kiss, a little longer. She pulled back for an inch before kissing the vein running from the base of his shaft. By this time, Parul was already moving her mouth up and down his jumping mushroom. The sensation of their hot breath and wet lips was too much for Professor as he closed his eyes and laid back in his chair.

Srishti pulled back from his balls and stroked the entire length up and down, leaving only the tip for Parul to suckle on.

"Parul," she gently whispered. Her eyes were hazy. Her senses overwhelmed. She had waited long enough now and wanted to taste him. And as if on cue, Parul let go of his crown. Srishti pulled the shaft towards her mouth and gave a gentle lick from its base till its slit.

It was a little salty. She rolled her tongue all over the dome emanating the second moan from Professor. Next moment her lips were wide apart pushing his engorged cock in. She was naive. She did not know the details of how to give oral pleasure. But she tried to copy what Parul had been doing. Professor reached for the back of her head and pushed his hips forward. She felt his cock nudging against the entry of her throat. Her boyfriend had always requested her to try and deepthroat but she never allowed him to.

She looked up at his face. Their eyes met and a silent affirmation was exchanged as he gave a gentle grunt, pushing his hips forward. The slimy mushroom broke open the barrage and invaded her virgin throat. She immediately gagged and choked with tears running down her cheeks. She pushed back on his thighs. He released the grip and she fell forward on her hands, coughing and breathing heavily. Ropes of saliva hung from her lips.

Parul came forward, holding her face up and sticking her tongue out. Professor grabbed her by her ponytail and shoved the cock up her wet mouth. He held her lower jaw with other hand and started pumping his twitching cock up her mouth. She was gagging with every thrust. Her mascara was rolling down her cheek as she felt a shiver in his thighs. Professor felt a wave rising through his thighs and to his balls. He felt his cum rising and rushed through his shaft before spurting thick jets at the back of her tongue as his cock jumped wildly in her mouth.

Parul coughed and tried to cover her mouth with her hands. He slowed down as he emptied his balls, feeding Parul the remnant of his potent cum. She opened her mouth wide before swallowing her prize. He fell back in his chair as Srishti saw their oral creampie is awe. She felt her throat growing dry and looked at Parul who was scooping the drops of cum from her lips and swallowed it.

"You can proceed to your room, Srishti. Parul will join you in a bit." His voice was calm as he tried to catch his breath.

An hour later, Srishti was lying in her bed. Her mind was filled with the events that just took place in Professor's office. She had to pinch herself several times to ensure that it was not a dream and she actually saw Parul giving blowjob to her Physics Professor. And to top that, she herself was almost throated by him. She had changed her clothes. And had turned a deep crimson when she saw the dampness in her panties. She was already hatching a plan to please Professor. She had to learn the art of deepthroat. How? Parul? Will she teach me? Will she show me how to deepthroat?

To be continued...