Kelly was gagged, tied up, and developing a rather uncomfortable case of Stockholm syndrome.
She was also feeling incredibly horny.
But that wasn't her fault, she decided. She was just tied in an incredibly provocative position. Her arms were wrapped behind her head, wrists tied together and against a column of the head rest. Her legs, an ankle each tied to a corner of the bed, were spread open. Through her thin, lacey blue underwear, she could feel the pleat of her plaid schoolgirl skirt resting against her clitoris.
And it definitely wasn't her fault that when she began getting bored of attempting to wriggle out of her ropes, that in her state of heat, she began grinding against the air instead.
It was about then that her professor walked in.
"My, my Kelly. You're an awfully naughty girl, aren't you?" He walked over and kneeling before the bed, slipped a hand under her skirt, gently circling her clitoris under her underwear. She feigned disgust, placing a grimace on her face and suppressing her shudder of pleasure, but her dampening underwear gave her away.
"A very naughty girl!" He exclaimed with a smirk. "I think you need a time-out!"
He lifted up her skirt and pulled down her underwear. Kelly uselessly wriggled around in protest, but they both knew she wasn't going anywhere. And Kelly knew, with what was coming up, she wouldn't want to go anywhere anyway.
Before today (and perhaps still), Kelly had a major crush on Professor Stefan. She was not alone in this - near every girl in their college had a thing for the famous "stoic Stefan". He was relatively young, yet aged enough to have a mature air to him. He stood tall, and his brown hair, despite its half-assed attempt at being professionally slicked back, framed his face well, and accentuated his bright blue eyes.
When he lectured, he displayed a serious countenance, though he was never boring (though that may have been solely due to his dreamy, never tiring appearance). He made the students swoon with his enthusiasm and was the reason anyone even considered taking astrophysics.
And now stoic Professor Stefan's tongue was in her very wet pussy.
He adeptly slid his tongue up over her clitoris, then after circling it, slid it back down between her labia and flicked it several times over her perineum. His face was anything but stoic. He cockily grinned at her muffled gasps, and annoyed at his conceit, Kelly resisted all her urges to grind against his tongue, which was now gently resting flat over her clitoris and vaginal opening, unmoving.
What seemed like an eternity (but was probably just a minute or two) passed. Then another eternity. She could feel her crotch getting hotter with every second. But still, she resisted.
The only sensation she could feel was his tongue on her, so soft and so wet and so warm and so wet and so--
