The Professor's Creampie Sex Toys

Chapter 4

Garvin didn’t stop there. He kept pounding my pussy on the dirty motel floor, his hips slapping loudly against me while I sucked Brian’s cock deep into my throat.

The rough carpet burned my back and knees, but I didn’t care. I was their filthy shared toy, and I loved every second of it.

I pulled off Brian’s cock with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting my lips to his throbbing shaft. “Fuck me harder, Professor,” I begged. Garvin gripped my thighs and drove deeper, stretching my pussy with every brutal thrust. Brian moved behind Garvin, pressing his thick cock against the professor’s ass. I watched Brian push inside him, and the added force made Garvin slam into me even harder.

Sweat poured down our bodies. I reached up and played with my own tits, pinching my nipples while moaning like a whore. 

Garvin leaned down and bit my neck, marking me as he fucked me senseless. Brian’s balls slapped against Garvin’s with every stroke, the sounds filling the cheap room.

They flipped me onto my hands and knees. Garvin slid underneath me on the carpet and pulled me down onto his cock, burying himself in my pussy again. Brian moved behind me and pressed his thick head against my asshole. He worked it in slowly at first, then thrust forward, filling my ass completely. Double penetration on the dirty floor. Their cocks rubbing against each other against my thin wall. I screamed in pleasure, pushing back, my tits swinging wildly as they railed me.

“Take it, you filthy campus whore,” Garvin growled, thrusting up hard. Brian slapped my ass red and pounded my asshole deeper. The pressure built fast. I came hard, my holes clenching around both cocks, juices squirting out onto Garvin’s stomach and the rug beneath us. They didn’t slow down, using my shaking body through the orgasm.

Garvin pulled out and lay on his back again. I straddled him reverse cowgirl style, sinking my asshole down onto his thick cock. Brian stood in front of me feeding his cock back into my mouth. I rode Garvin’s dick in my ass while sucking Brian eagerly, tasting myself on him. 

Garvin slapped my ass cheeks hard, making them jiggle as I bounced. Brian gripped my hair and fucked my throat, his balls resting on my chin.

The heat was unbearable. I came again, moaning around Brian’s shaft. They switched holes, Brian took my pussy from below while Garvin claimed my ass from behind. I was trapped between their hard, sweaty bodies on the floor, completely filled and used. My mind went blank with pleasure as they pounded me relentlessly.

Finally, they pulled out and stood over me. I knelt between them on the carpet, stroking their slick cocks furiously.

“Cum in my mouth,” I begged, tongue out like a good little cumslut. Brian came first, groaning as hot cum shot across my tongue and face. Garvin followed right after, flooding my open mouth. I looked up at them, messy and satisfied, licking my lips.

We collapsed on the floor, panting. Cum leaking out of us. My body ached in the best way, covered in marks and their seed. That night set the tone for everything that followed.

Garvin didn’t stop there. He made us his personal sex toys and slaves. Whenever he needed relief he would text us. Sometimes during class, sometimes late at night, and we would show up like obedient little fucktoys. Brian and I never complained. After all, we made it all happen. We had begged for this dirty secret, and now we were living it.

Some days he would call us to his office between lectures. I’d drop to my knees while Brian bent over the desk, Garvin fucking the rugby captain’s tight ass hard and fast as I sucked Garvin’s balls from below. Other times he’d make me ride Brian’s cock on the floor while Garvin fucked my ass at the same time, turning me into a dripping, moaning mess between them. We learned every filthy style, me sucking both cocks until they painted my face, Brian getting fucked while he ate my pussy, Garvin using my throat while Brian pounded me from behind. The risk of getting caught only made us hornier.

We became addicted. My grades barely mattered anymore. Brian’s scholarship hung by a thread, but the thrill of being used kept us coming back. Garvin was relentless. He called for morning quickies, late-night motel runs on the floor, even once in his car in the campus parking lot where he made Brian fuck me in the backseat while he watched and stroked himself.

Fast forward to graduation day. The sun was bright on the field, caps flying into the air as cheers erupted. I stood there in my gown, pussy still sore from the quick fuck Garvin had demanded in his office that morning. Brian was beside me, looking every bit the golden rugby captain on the outside.

My eyes found Professor Garvin in the crowd of faculty. He was clapping politely, but when our gazes locked, his expression shifted. His eyes filled with real pain, like it actually hurt to watch us walk away. The man who had dominated us for years, who had turned us into his willing cumsluts, now looked almost lost.

He gave the smallest nod. I smiled back, already wondering if this was really the end… or if our filthy professor would find a way to keep his favorite toys just a little longer.