Multiple Loads Down My Throat

Professor's Private Lesson

Chapter 3:

I walked into Professor Kane’s office the next evening feeling nervous and excited at the same time. My legs were still a little shaky from yesterday when he had tied me to his desk and fucked me so hard. But I came back anyway. I could not stay away. The moment I locked the door behind me he looked up from his chair with that strict handsome face and said in his deep voice,

“Lock it properly, Miss Reed. And come here. Tonight we are working on your oral skills. A failing student like you needs to learn how to take every inch properly if you want to pass my class.”

I walked over to him slowly, my short skirt swaying around my thighs. My heart was beating fast. “Yes sir. I am ready to learn. I will do whatever it takes to earn those extra points.”

He leaned back in his big leather chair and spread his legs. “Good girl. Strip everything off except those heels. Then get on your knees between my legs like the eager little cocksucker you are becoming.”

I obeyed quickly. My blouse and skirt came off until I stood completely naked in front of him again. My nipples were already tight and my pussy was getting wet just from his words. I dropped to my knees on the soft carpet and looked up at him with big eyes.

Professor Kane unzipped his pants slowly and pulled out his thick heavy cock. It was already half hard and growing bigger right in front of my face. He stroked it once with his big hand and said,

“Look at this cock, slut. This is what you are going to worship tonight. You failed my midterm because you were too busy daydreaming about getting fucked instead of studying. Now you are going to make up for it by taking every drop down that pretty throat. Open wide.”

I parted my lips and leaned forward. He placed the thick head on my tongue and I tasted the warm salty skin. I started sucking gently at first, swirling my tongue around the tip.

He groaned softly and grabbed a handful of my hair. “That is better. But you can do much more than that. I want to feel the back of your throat. Relax your jaw and take me deeper. Show me how badly you want that passing grade.”

I pushed my head forward and took more of him into my mouth. He was so thick it stretched my lips wide. When he hit the back of my throat I gagged a little but I kept going. Saliva started dripping down my chin.

Professor Kane smiled darkly. “Good little whore. You are already drooling all over my cock. I bet your tight pussy is dripping too, isn’t it? But tonight that cunt does not get any attention. Your only job is to milk my loads with your mouth.”

He started moving his hips, fucking my mouth in slow deep strokes. Each time he pushed in I felt him slide into my throat. My eyes watered but I looked up at him the whole time.

“Fuck yes,” he growled. “Look at those pretty tears. You look so beautiful choking on your professor’s dick. Tell me how much you love it.”

I pulled back just enough to speak, my voice husky and wet. “I love it sir. I love sucking your big cock. It makes me so wet knowing I am your dirty little student slut. Please use my throat however you want. I want to swallow every load you give me.”

He groaned at my words and pushed back in harder. “That is right. You are my personal throat toy now. Every evening after class you will come here and beg to have your face fucked. Say it.”

“I am your personal throat toy, Professor,” I moaned around his cock. “I will come here every day and beg for your cum down my throat. Please sir… fuck my mouth harder. I need it.”

Professor Kane’s grip in my hair tightened. He started thrusting faster, using my mouth like a tight wet hole. The sounds were so naughty — wet gagging, slurping, and his low grunts filling the office. Drool ran down my chin and dripped onto my bare breasts.

He pulled out suddenly and slapped his heavy cock against my cheek. “Open your mouth and stick your tongue out. I want to see how messy you look.”

I did exactly as he said. My tongue hung out and my lips were swollen and shiny. He rubbed his cock all over my face, smearing my own saliva everywhere.

“Such a nasty girl,” he said with a wicked smile. “Now beg properly for the first load.”

“Please Professor Kane,” I whispered breathlessly. “Please cum in my mouth. I want to taste you. I want to swallow every drop like a good student. Fill my throat until it overflows.”

He pushed back into my mouth and fucked it with short hard strokes. His breathing got rougher. “Here it comes, slut. Take it all.”

His cock swelled and pulsed. Thick hot cum shot straight down my throat. I swallowed as fast as I could but there was so much. Some leaked from the corners of my mouth and ran down my chin. He kept pumping until he was empty, then held my head still with his cock buried deep.

When he finally pulled out I gasped for air, cum still dripping from my lips. I licked them clean and looked up at him. “Thank you sir. That tasted so good.”

He was not done. His cock was still hard. He stood up, pulled me to my feet and bent me over his desk again. But this time he did not fuck my pussy. He pushed my head down so my cheek rested on the wood and my ass was high in the air.

“Spread your legs wider,” he ordered. “I am going to use that throat from a different angle now.”

He stood behind me and fed his cock back into my mouth from above. In this position he could push even deeper. He held my head with both hands and started fucking my face with long powerful strokes. Every thrust made my throat bulge slightly.

“Fuck, your mouth feels incredible,” he groaned. “So tight and wet. I am going to give you three loads tonight. One down your throat, one all over your pretty face, and the last one you will hold in your mouth until I tell you to swallow. Understand?”

“Yes sir,” I managed to moan between thrusts. “I want all three loads. Use me until my throat is sore. I am your cumslut student. Please keep fucking my mouth.”

He pounded harder, his balls slapping against my chin. The desk creaked under me. My pussy was dripping onto the floor even though he never touched it. I felt so dirty and so turned on.

After a few minutes his rhythm changed. “Second load coming. Keep your mouth open.”

He pulled out at the last second and stroked his cock fast. Thick ropes of cum shot across my face, landing on my cheeks, lips, and even in my hair. I opened my mouth wide to catch as much as I could.

Professor Kane breathed heavily and rubbed the head of his cock over my cum-covered lips. “Look at you. Covered in your professor’s seed like a cheap whore. Now for the last one.”

He sat back in his chair and pulled me onto my knees again. “Open wide and do not swallow until I say so. I want to see my cum sitting on your tongue.”

I opened my mouth and he slid his cock inside one more time. He fucked my face slower now, savoring it. When he was close he held my head still and came again. This time he filled my mouth completely. The warm salty taste flooded over my tongue.

“Do not swallow yet,” he warned. “Show me.”

I tilted my head back a little and opened my mouth so he could see the pool of his cum on my tongue. Some was already dripping down my chin.

Professor Kane smiled with satisfaction. “Good girl. Now swallow slowly. Let me watch every drop go down your throat.”

I closed my mouth and swallowed in big gulps, showing him my empty tongue after each one. When it was all gone I smiled up at him.

“Thank you for the extra credit, sir. My throat feels so full of you now.”

He stroked my hair gently for the first time. “You earned fifteen points tonight. But we still have many more lessons ahead. Next time I might tie you up again and fuck both your holes while you beg for more loads. Would you like that, my little failing slut?”

I nodded eagerly, my voice soft and naughty. “Yes please, Professor. I want you to use every hole. I want to be your perfect cumdump student. I will come back every single day until I am the best in your class.”

He chuckled darkly. “That is exactly what I like to hear. Now clean my cock with your tongue before you leave. And remember — no panties tomorrow either.”

I leaned forward and licked him clean, tasting the mix of cum and my own saliva. When I was done I stood up on shaky legs, my face and chest still sticky with his seed.

As I got dressed Professor Kane watched me with hungry eyes. “You are learning fast, Miss Reed. Keep this up and you might even get an A by the end of the semester.”

I smiled as I buttoned my blouse. “I will work very hard for that A, sir. Thank you for the private lesson.”

I left his office with my throat sore, my face still tingling, and my pussy aching for more. I knew I was completely addicted now. Professor Kane owned my mouth, my body, and my grades — and I could not wait for the next session.