This story is a pure work of fiction, including very mature themes and extreme sexual content. If sadism and objectification isn't your cup of tea, then this story is probably isn't for you. All characters in this story are 18+
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Nadia bobbed on her professor's cock. This was steadily becoming routine; after his classes were done for the day she'd slip into his office, undress, and await for his arrival on her knees patiently.
It was her lot in life. Her purpose. She was a tool; her body not belonging to her. She was a slut. A cumdump. Three holes and a pair of tits. And she was content.
Nadia was a plump piece of meat - She got used to referring to herself as such, her master's orders- of Spanish heritage. Tanned skin, delectable rear end, and perky breasts. Short, but pretty. And at an age of twenty she was a picture of lust.
Nadia would wait on the floor for him. Her heart racing. There was a small split unit on the wall. The meat came to realize early on her professor would purposely leave the room cold for her discomfort. Her skin prickled at the cold air. She'd remain that way right until he came in the room and dragged her to the desk by her hair.
She was a good slut, a perfect trained little cocksucker, she would immediately undo the zipper of his trousers and envelope his already growing cock into her mouth getting right to work. She'd feel him shudder and relax into his chair, and be overcome with pride at making her master happy. It was all that mattered.
Having enough, her master grabbed her hair painfully, and pushed his cock down her throat till her mouth touched his hilt. His shaven pubic hair and the musk of his member permeated her senses.
Grunting, he began to fuck the cunt's throat. Hurling insults at her while drool escaped her mouth. Nadia's eyes watered. "Dumb fucking cumdump." He thrusted hard. "Fucking piece of fucking meat. How many men were staring at that brown ass, you little bitch?" Thrust. "I own you." Thrust. "You belong to me". The degradation went on and on.
Nadia always had a masochistic side. She loved the abuse, the humiliation. And Sir appealed to a side of her she seldom showed anybody. Anybody aside from him now, of course.
He took his cock out of her mouth and string of drool escaped her lips. Grabbing her by the neck he lifted her off the floor and pushed her onto the table. Pulling down the cute lingerie she knew he loved, he plunged his cock into her wet hole hard. She gave a whimper of pain intermingled with pleasure.
He slapped her tanned ass with grim satisfaction listening to her yelp. When he was in a bad mood - stemming from stress from work, or his failing marriage - those yelps would usually turn into screams. He would take out all his frustrations out on her. Though the exceptionally brutal spankings wouldn't take place in his office. Growing bored with his swats, he let the true assault on her cunt begin.
The once tranquil darkness and hum of the AC in the office was now filled with sounds of colliding hips and moans of pleasure. And the occasional violent impact of a palm on the young slut's ass. "You love cock in your cunt you stupid whore?" He thrusted violently causing her to yelp. "How many men have you slept around with you fucking cumdump. I bet you let everyone cum inside you don't you?" He pulled her by the hair and spat in her face which was now contorting with pain.
