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A Slut For My Professor (1)

He Made Me Taste My Pussy

A Slut For My Professor (2) “I guess I just want to understand… what BDSM really is. I mean, I know it has to do with submission and, um, dominance... and something about slaves?” My voice drops at the end.He chuckles softly, and his lips curve into a knowing smile.“Most people have a very limited idea of what BDSM really is,” he says. “They hear the word ‘slave’ and immediately think of control, pain, and abuse.""Oh...""But that’s not what it’s about, at least, not when done properly. The truth is, it’s built on trust. Real trust. And yes, there are people who enjoy playing those roles, but everything is agreed on beforehand.”I listen carefully, trying not to think about how inviting his lips are. “As someone new to the scene,” he continues, “you don’t need to worry about anything intense. We’ll start with the basics, take it slow. There’s time for everything else later."“The basics?” I repeat.He nods. “In the community, there’s a rule we always follow: everything must be sa

Fucked By His Fingers.

A Slut For My Professor (3)“Good girl” he teases.For the first time, a rush of fear sweeps through me and I stiffen. The ache between my legs intensifies and I whimper. “We'll do this again. I'll fuck you with my fingers, and I want you to lick off everything. Do you understand?” Something about the way he dominates me only makes the ache worse.“Y-yes” I nod, slighting parting my legs, and exposing my glistening, wet pussy lips to him. He smirks. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I should feel ashamed but I’m not. Instead, I throb with need.Without another word, he slides two fingers into my soaked cunt, twisting expertly and I can’t help the loud gasp that escapes my lips. “Oh…fuckkk” I moan.“You're such a slut.” He smiles. I nod, “I am.” “Now, it's time to taste your juices. Ready?”I nod again as he drags his fingers back up to my lips.This time, I don’t hesitate. I grab his wrist and suck, tongue sliding between his fingers. I see the corner of his mouth twitch with ap

Fucked into submission

A Slut For My Professor (4)“Yes… but only once,” I admit, looking away.He leans in, his breath warm against my ear. “Don’t hide from me, Kristen. I want you to feel everything. And I’ll go slow. Just relax.”He kisses me softly, like we are lovers. The hunger from earlier is gone and this kiss is tender. I melt into it as his fingers trail along the curve of my breast, tracing slowly. I shiver beneath his touch.When his lips leave mine, he looks into my eyes. Not like he owns me but like he sees me.His gaze softens and he starts playing with my nipples gently. His expression is almost amused as I squirm beneath him.“Don’t… don’t look at me, please,” I whisper, barely able to speak through the waves of pleasure.“Why not?” he asks, raising a brow. His grin grows wider. Before I can answer, he pinches my nipple hard, making me cry out.“I don’t know… it just feels wrong. Like I shouldn’t let you see me like this.”He reaches behind my head and clicks on a small lamp, bathing the roo

I want you on your knees, Good Girl.

A Slut For My Professor (5)I kiss his cock slowly, before letting it slip between my lips. I take him into my mouth, sucking gently, teasing him awake with the warm wetness of my tongue. “Mmm… that’s a nice way to wake up,” he murmurs, still half-asleep but smirking.I hum around him, the vibration making him twitch. I bob my head deeper, savoring the weight of him on my tongue. My hands slide along his thighs while my lips move with more purpose. When he’s fully hard, I draw back slightly, then trail my tongue down to his balls, wetting them slowly as I stroke his shaft.His hand finds my hair, fingers curling gently at first, then tighter. I moan softly, my body melting into the contact. I shift my weight, straddling one of his thick thighs, my pussy already aching and wet from being this close to him.He groans, his hips bucking as he nears the edge. I respond by wrapping my lips around him tighter, taking him deeper. His release comes in a hot wave, spilling into my mouth. I swal

Spank! Spank! Spank!

A Slut for My Professor (6)I follow his instruction without a second thought, as my heart pounds and my cheeks flush. Just last week, I never would’ve imagined myself standing bare in front of Professor Cassian.But here I am. Naked, exposed, and willingly his. As I slowly turn, my mind won’t stop spinning.What if he doesn't find me sexy enough? What if my body doesn’t do it for him? What if he’s used to women who make him lose control with just a glance?But then a darker, more twisted thought creeps in...one that makes my thighs press together.What if he has been with women like that? What if he’s touched them, tasted them, devoured them?Instead of making me jealous, the idea turns me on. The thought of Cassian wrecking someone else, then coming to me with the same hunger. It does something to me I can’t explain.I feel my wetness pool between my legs and my pussy throbs. “Spread your legs wider,” Cassian commands with a low voice. I comply instantly, every nerve on edge.“Open

Wreck this cunt, Daddy!

A Slut For My Professor (7)When I wake, everything feels... off.The sheets are soft beneath me, and the pillow cradles my head just right, but my body is heavy, like I’ve sunk into some dream and haven’t fully come out of it. The soft click of a keyboard fills the room in steady rhythm, drawing my attention to the man seated at the foot of the bed.Professor Cassian.He’s wearing a crisp white shirt, unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled to his elbows. His dark eyes are focused on his laptop like the fate of the world depends on whatever he's typing.“Good morning, daddy,” I mumble sleepily.He glances up without surprise, his lips curling into a knowing smirk. “Good afternoon, kitten. It’s almost two o’clock.”2pm? I slept that long? Damn.I stretch, or at least try to, but my hands won’t move.What the...?I blink rapidly, and that’s when I realize I’m not just under the sheets, but I’m bound. My wrists are secured above my head with silver cuffs that glint in the soft light, a

His Little Whore

A Slut For My Professor (8)“The sauce needs a little time,” he says, leading me to the sofa. He takes off both our aprons and sits down, pulling me into his lap. I settle onto him, facing him comfortably.“I want to know you, Kristen,” he murmurs, his hands trailing slowly up and down my back.“Well, you already know me. My mom was a chef, I study at—”He shakes his head gently. “Not your mom. Not your school or your courses. I already know all that. I want to know you. Your dreams, your fears, the things that make you burn and the things that keep you awake at night. Walk me through your mind. Tell me what you like, what you don’t, and what you truly love.”I pause, trying to make sense of the sudden intensity. “Can I ask you something first?”“Of course.”“Why do you want to know all that?”“Because in a relationship like this, especially between a dom and a sub, communication matters. I need to know how far I can go with you. What pushes you, what excites you, and where your line

Dripping wet for daddy!

A Slut For My Professor (9)I walk into my apartment, bag in hand, practically bouncing with excitement. I toss my coat to the floor and crack open the bottle of whiskey I got from a friend. My body drops onto the couch with a satisfied sigh, lazy and exposed. I don't have any bra or panties on.. I take a slow sip, letting the burn roll down my throat as memories from last night crash over me like waves. I’m still slick from them. From him.Cassian.I should feel used. I should feel ashamed. But I don’t.I feel wanted. Safe. Devoured.I close my eyes and let myself sink into the delicious warmth of it all. I'm Naked. On my couch. With a bag of God-knows-what still sitting in the corner, taunting me like a wrapped Christmas gift. I chuckle to myself, picturing what I must’ve looked like to him—chained up, exposed, feathered, dripping, helpless and desperate. His little whore.And yet… even when he fucked me like an animal, when he used those filthy names and made me beg, he never hurt

Good Girl Gets Fucked In Public.

A Slut For My Professor (10)"Your temptations, Kristen, are sometimes too much for me to bear. But not now," he murmurs, eyes glittering as he gestures for me to kneel.I do, lips parted, heart thudding, but then he pulls my panties back up. The silk glides over my wet pussy, and I bite back a groan."You're putting them back on me?" I pout, grinding against his fingers shamelessly, hoping he’ll take the bait.His palm slaps down on my ass. It's sharp and sudden."That's for trying to fuck my fingers, you needy little whore," he growls, amused. The sting spreads through me, and I gasp.“God, Daddy…”He only smirks and grabs my hand, leading me out of the room. His touch is firm, possessive and dominant.The last streaks of sunlight spill across his face as we enter the bedroom, casting him in gold. He looks like temptation itself. Dangerous and beautiful.“I bought you something for tonight, kitten,” he says, voice softer now but no less commanding.He pulls out a deep red dress and

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