Elizabeth Stark could not believe how drastically her life had changed since the night before. She now ached for her very own student, Thomas Davidson, the quiet but lazy prodigy who slept through at least half her lectures. Her breathing became slightly ragged as her mind raced and the phone began to ring. The first ring passed by, she didn't really expect him to answer right away. The second went in the same fashion and again she told herself that was to be expected, he would make her wait. She shifted impatiently in her seat as the third ring faded into her memory and the fourth started. There was a soft click that followed the last ring that left Elizabeth gasping, there was no answer.
All of her frustration spilled out and she threw the phone down on her bed, laying there aching, waiting, hoping, that somehow she had done right and would be rewarded. This feeling didn't last long, and it was soon replaced with anger at that young punk thinking he could play with her like this. To think that she was taken in by him, dominated, and used by him, and that she had seemed to want it all. The only problem with her anger is that it was fleeting, because those thoughts of what had happened the other night had crept into her mind and were slowly taking over as she felt herself grow wet.
She groaned softly as she felt her own body betray her, one hand wandering down between her legs, already rubbing. The other hand sliding across her breasts again and again while the moans started under her breath. Fingers pinched her nipple, Elizabeth's body didn't seem to be under her control. It was as if she were a puppet, being moved by someone else's hands, acting out someone else's thoughts, as if she had no say in the matter. As this thought occurred to her, a new level of excitement overtook, she ripped and tore at her clothes with all her strength until she lay naked and plunging her fingers deep inside herself. Unbidden Thomas's voice came into her head, "Cum for me little slut, never forget that I will always control you."
Elizabeth moaned louder and rubbed faster getting so close to cumming, and then that damn phone began to ring. She nearly screamed as she immediately felt her hand leave her breasts to answer the phone regardless of any anger at Thomas. Shaking Elizabeth brought the phone to her ear slowly.
"Hello?"
"Oh Liz" she shivered, "I can hear your breathing, you weren't being naughty without me were you my little slut."
"I...I," she stammered.
"Don't bother lying I know those sounds. I know that breath you're all hot and wet and it's driving you crazy isn't it Liz? All you want is for me to come over and fuck you isn't it?"
"YES! I want you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me. I can't take it anymore. The aching won't go away. The throbbing in my clit, the thrusting of my hips, and this feeling in my head that won't let me think about anything else. Please fuck me!"
"Liz?"
"Yes?"
"Come open the door" Elizabeth fell out of her seat as she heard the doorbell ringing from the other room. She rushed haphazardly to the door, falling all over herself. He chuckled softly as it opened, looking down at her already on her knees thanks to her rushing. Thomas pulled himself inside and closed the door behind him, turning and tangling his fingers in Liz's hair. Pulling her forward with one hand and undoing his zipper with the other. She stared speechless and open mouthed as his cock was slowly unsheathed from it's dark denim prison. Her mouth enveloped his cock without a word as he started to mercilessly push down her throat.
Elizabeth moaned deeply as Thomas filled her mouth and then her throat, pumping hard and fast. She felt his cock growing and lurching forward faster with every thrust. Her hands moved down and began to rub furiously between her legs, her entire body aching for the release she had so recently been denied. Staring up at her tormenter it just made her hotter knowing that he would not let her cum. After what seemed like a small eternity she felt his thrusting become more urgent and less measured. His cock surging forward with no rhythm and throbbing in her throat. She began to moan on his cock sucking for all she was worth.
"Swallow my cum you little slut!" he yelled as he held her face tight against him, keeping his cock buried in her throat as it exploded. She struggled hard to keep her mouth in place and swallow as much as she could. His cum leaked down the sides of her chin and right onto her tits, she couldn't have asked for more. Her body began trembling as she felt him reach down and grab her by the wrist, dragging her hand away from between her legs. Pulled to her feet and led like a child in trouble to the bedroom.
Elizabeth was thrown on the bed and didn't dare move as Thomas slowly disrobed in front of her.
