"Mmmm, mmmm "
I let him push it into my mouth, in and out. His lips were back on my clit sucking and chewing, and they were all I could think of. He was sucking on it like it was a sweetshop, feeding on me as if I was just bait. I could feel him gobbling and gumming and muttering into my clit and my lips. playing with them, flapping and them, chewing and noshing and sucking.
He could feed on me forever, I was limp, I was ready, I was his.
I could feel him starting to shudder. He was pumping it into my mouth now, and I was choking on the fatness, the hugeness of Cyril, but I didn't care, he had the whole of my cunny in his mouth and his tongue was stroking it and his teeth were chewing it. Cyril was gorgeous. Cyril was the thing I worshipped. Cyril, his giant purple cock, was the loveliest thing I had ever tasted.
I moaned
He pulled out of my mouth for a second. "Beg."
"Cyril let me suck you. Please come back into my mouth."
"You'll suck him every day? Every day?"
"Oh yes Sir, please sir, every day, I swear on my life. Every day you want me to, every day."
Cyril filled my mouth again, bigger and hotter than ever before, and Professor Jones was seeking out the back of my throat with him, rubbing and banging him into me as if he needed to break me. It was hot and hard and I loved it, and his mouth was chewing at me as if I was his favourite sweet,...
It was building up. Building up, building up. I sucked on his cock for all I was worth and then I exploded like a volcano again.
And I bit him in my shock and ecstasy.
"Christ Almighty!"
He pulled out of me, leaning over me. He must just have been about to come - but I'd hurt him.
I couldn't focus. I was still throbbing from his mouth on me. I moaned and came again.
"You little shit," he said. "Lick him clean."
My clit died a death.
Cyril hung above me, purple and unhappy. I was so ashamed. It was horrible. I had sucked his thing and I had wanted to, and now I had come and I didn't want to do it any more.
"Lick Cyril better," he said. "Cyril wants a good sucking. Cyril isn't finished. Cyril wants to start again."
He took my hands and he showed me what to do. He had me put my hands on the shaft, below my mouth, and slide them down and up ahead of me. He had me pull the foreskin back, and up again. He had me lick and run my teeth gently.
And all the time I hated it. Now my clit had collapsed I was so ashamed that I had begged to do this. So ashamed. I was a slut.
I worked on Cyril like he wanted, kneeling in front of him like a slave girl, sucking and licking and rubbing.
It took ages. Cyril was soft at first. It took a while for him to really harden up, but he did. And I rubbed and lucked and licked and rubbed. I changed rhythm and I moaned and when he told me to I reached down and I felt his balls and pushed my finger into his anus, firmly, as if I was doing sex on him instead of the other way round.
He loved it, the anus thing, he had me rub my finger round and round it whilst I sucked Cyril, and at once point he stopped and got this candle and I had to slide it in and out of him whilst I sucked. And at some point he reached down and pinched my clit and it got all fat and hot again.
That's when I knew that the minute they touched my clit I would turn into this total slut. I knew I was going to go for it, not matter how shameful. I was being punished, I was a bad girl. I was doing as I was told, and I was shameful I loved it, and the dirtier it got the more I loved it. Oh God I wanted to suck it. I was back. Cyril was my God. God I was dirty. I was filthy. I was sucking cock like my life depended on it, sucking and licking and chewing and rubbing.
Eventually he was moaning and sighing, and the power of it had turned me on. I was all over him, hungry like a dog. I was sucking Cyril, sucking Jed's hairy balls, licking round his anus, poking my tongue in there, then sucking, sucking, sucking. At one point he put a handful of ice cream on Cyril and I licked it out of every crack, poking my tongue in to get it out. God I was mad for it. I was mad for Cyril. Mad for that huge ugly cock.
I should have let him fuck me, it might have stopped me, but I guess I was so frustrated then, and so determined. I was at it for over an hour. Every time he nearly came I squeezed the bottom of the shaft, where he showed me, and I started it again. I wanted to suck Cyril forever. I rammed the candle into him. I sat on his face and ground him into my clit till it throbbed and begged for more. But really I wanted the cock, just the cock. I was drunk on the power to worship this huge purple cock. Then the balls again, then the cock. I sucked and rubbed and rammed him into my throat, harder and forcefully, and every time he nearly came I slowed him up. He was groaning and sighing and every so often he just reached down and yanked on my tits, and I was just hotter than a pot roast.
Eventually he couldn't take it any longer. Pushing and grunting he made me kneel in front of him and then he grabbed my head and rammed me back and forth over Cyril. He was fucking my mouth. He was using me as a tool for masturbation. You little slut, he kept saying, you dirty little slut, yes, that's it, fuck Cyril, fuck Cyril. You'll suck Cyril every day you're at this college. Every day, you hear me?
And I moaned and begged because I thought that's what I wanted, I was so aroused, so ready, and he was pushing hard against my throat till Cyril jerked and spurted into me. he spurted and spurted and spurted, thrusting so hard I almost gagged on the cum deep in my throat. But it was hot and salty and good, and I LOVED it. And I heard him say, "you swallow every drop, Clover Moffatt, every drop."
And as he said it Cyril deflated into a limp purple thing, and he had me suck Cyril for a whole ten minutes whilst he squeezed my nipples and sucked my clit and I exploded over and over again, wildly aroused and ashamed. Wanting to suck him and harden him all over again. And after I'd sucked for maybe half an hour Cyril spurted into my mouth again and he rubbed his cum into my tits.
After that he called for me most days. The first time he showed me the film he'd shot when I went mad for Cyril and sucked him like he was my supper. He told me he'd put it online unless I did penance, and I believed him.
Penance was sucking Cyril. I'd promised it and I loved it. I loved the dominance and the humiliation. I loved the fact that he liked to see my breasts trussed up so that my nipples screamed to be touched. Sometimes he handcuffed me and fucked my face. I had to suck him at least once a day, but often two or three times. I had to kneel at his feet with Cyril in my mouth whilst he made phone calls and organised lectures. He liked me to have Cyril in his mouth when Cyril was down and floppy, liked me to lick him awake. Every so often Cyril would swell up and want to come, and I had to swallow it every time, and then I had to thank him. Once he was ramming himself into my mouth whilst he talked to my Dad on the phone.
It was all revenge, I know it now revenge for that first time when I'd refuse to lick him. He was going to make sure that I licked him until it was all I knew. He never tried anything else. I asked him once to fuck me, to get it over with, and he said you must be joking. The day you get fucked you'll only be half as horny. You keep sucking my cock.
I was sucking it when he did my reference for my first job. She swallows everything I give her, he said, and he laughed. When she gets into her rhythm she can really produce results.
And that's how I came to hate Jed but love his huge cock with a love that could never be satisfied enough. So would you, if you'd been humiliated like that. Every time he tweaked my breasts I was his. Every time he tweaked my breasts I thought Cyril was a God. Every time his lips were on me I exploded with lust for that fat purple cock and sucked it till it exploded.
I can't get away from it. Every time I think I've found a beautiful lover and they touch my breasts, I can't stop myself. I attack their cocks as if they're going out of fashion. Hours of it. They think christmas has come till it's over, then they think what sort of a slut is she, she sucked my dick all night like I was Thanksgiving feast. She talks dirtier than a ten-dollar whore. They never call twice, but they tell all their friends about me, the virgin whore who loves cocks. I'm hornier than the horniest man in the world. I suck cocks whenever I can get them. And I call them all Cyril.
