Chapter 3

Richard was a tall handsome man in his mid-forties. He was a simple man, or I would rather say, he looked and acted like one. He always dressed to school in a gray coat, black long sleeve, and a plain black trouser, but hidden underneath all this was the body of a Greek god-minus, but with an extremely huge cock.

His classes were every student’s favorite as the lecture hall was always at full capacity, mostly containing girls. He was not just a brilliant lecturer; he was one that took charge of the classroom atmosphere.

The first time Pamela saw him, he was standing at the front of the lecture hall, his broad shoulders stretching the fabric of his fitted shirt. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing thick, veined forearms. His dark hair was peppered with silver, his jawline sharp enough to cut glass. 

When she walked past him, their eyes had met for a second, and in that second, she knew he saw right through her innocent choir-girl act.

As the lecture commenced, she couldn’t help but stare at this god-like figure and then, mid-lecture, those dangerous eyes locked onto hers

A smirk had tugged at the corner of his lips, a smirk that made her thighs clench.

She had no exact reason why she went to his office that day. Maybe it was the way he had looked at her- like he knew what she was, like he could see every filthy urge she had ever had and could satisfy them.

She opened the office door.

Richard didn’t even turn around as though he were expecting her. He just loosened his tie and spoke in that deep commanding voice.

“What do they call you?”

“Pamela,” she replied.

“Close the door, Pamela”.

She obeyed, her fingers trembling as she turned the lock.

When he finally faced her, she could see the dark hunger in his gaze.

“You’ve been staring at me throughout my lecture,” he said, stepping closer. “Tell me why”

Pamela swallowed. She tried to speak but words were not coming out.

Seeing this, a slow predatory grin spread across his face.

“On your knees, slut”.

She dropped instantly, her skirt riding up as she knelt before him exposing her soft full thighs. His fingers tangled in her hair, forcing her to look up at him.

“You like the idea of being bent over my desk? Of me fucking that tight little pussy raw while my colleagues are right outside, don’t you?

Pamela was silent, soaking wet.

“Answer me.”

“Yes daddy!” the words came out of her mouth so easily.

“Such a dirty fucking slut”

He chuckled darkly, unbuckled his belt, and his cock sprang free, thick and heavy, with veins bulging along its length. His tip was swollen, glistening with a drop of pre-cum that made Pamela’s mouth water. His cock was monstrous-thick enough to stretch her lips obscenely, long enough to hit the back of her throat with ease.

“Open,” he commanded, tapping the fat head against her lips

Pamela obeyed, parting her mouth, her tongue flattening in submission. The moment the broad tip slid past her lips, she moaned.

“Good girl,” Richard growled, tightening his grip on her hair. “Now take it deeper.”

He didn’t give her time to adjust. With a rough thrust, he shoved forward, his cock plunging into her throat. Pamela gagged, tears springing to her eyes as her throat convulsed around him, but he didn’t stop.

Every vein, every ridge of his shaft dragged against the roof of her mouth, the sensitive flesh of her throat. She could feel the way his cock swelled even harder the deeper he went.

“Look at you,” he sneered, watching her struggle. “Such a pretty little cocksleeve.”

Pamela’s pussy dripped, her thighs trembling. The lack of air, the brutal stretch of her jaw, the pain-it all sent electric shocks of pleasure straight. She was drowning in him, and she loved it.

Then he pulled out, letting her gasp for air, spit and tears streaking her face.

“Who said you could rest’” he barked.

This time, she leaned forward eagerly, taking him deeper, faster. Her hands, rested uselessly in her lap.

Richard’s breath grew ragged, his thrusts turning erratic. “Gonna cum down that slutty throat,” he grunted. “Swallow every single drop.”

Pamela whined in anticipation, her pussy clenching around nothing.

With a final brutal thrust, he buried himself deep in her mouth, his cock pulsing as hot ropes of cum shot straight down her throat. She gagged, but he held her in place, forcing her to take it all, his thick release flooding her.

When he finally pulled out, Pamela collapsed forward, coughing, her lips swollen, her face a mess.

Richard tucked himself back into his pants, smirking down at her. “You’re mine now,” he said, dragging a thumb over her spit-slick lips. “And next time, I won’t go easy on you.”