Now she is leaning over to pick up a pencil she dropped, probably on purpose, and I want to go over there and smack her. Dr. Sim has a nice view of her cleavage as she bends over in front of him. I'm just about to walk over and interrupt them when she turns and walks toward the exit.
"Thanks for coming in, Kat," he says, wiping down the whiteboard with a marker stained cloth. "I was hoping we could talk about the progress of your team's project."
"Sure thing! Can I get your water for you?" I ask casually.
"I'm feeling a bit parched after that long lecture, actually." He thanks me when I hand over the bottle. I stare at him intently as he goes through the motions of taking a sip from the bottle, saying nothing.
"Something the matter?" He says after taking a few gulps. I realize I'm acting peculiar.
"The results of our most recent tests look promising. In fact, I hope it's not too early to say th--"
"Y'know, Kitty, I've always considered you to be my brightest student..." he interrupts. He had never called me that before. "That is what your friends call you, isn't it?" I nod as he steps toward me and gets in close.
His dark brown eyes are locked with mine, and I'm beginning to blush. His gaze travels down, pausing a moment at my chest, then down to my hand.
He takes my hand in one palm and lightly caresses the back of it. I feel myself getting dizzy. I bite my bottom lip to keep it from trembling. Is this really happening?
"Dr. Sim, I--" His finger tips glide their way along my arm and up to my neck. Our eyes meet as he pulls himself in gently with the hand now at the back of my head.
He brushes one side of my bangs behind the ear, placing his lips softly on my cheeks, and whispers, "Call me Tony." The sound of his voice is deep and echoes in my ear.
"Tony, I... I've always had feelings for you. I just want you to kn--" He puts an index finger against my lips while he's kissing around the side of my neck, and I stop talking. I close my eyes to enjoy the tingling sensation that is coursing down my spine.
His hands make their way down to my thighs; his fingers curl around the hem of my dress. He lifts the dress a bit, glancing up at me with eyes desperate for permission. I give a gentle nod and raise my arms straight to help him get it off.
Once he has it up over my head, I kneel down to get at the belt of his pants, eager to taste his cock at last. I pull the zipper and nibble at the bulge of his white briefs. He lifts my chin with a hooked index finger so I’m looking up.
He's smiling down at me and running fingers lightly through my hair. The moment I had dreamed about for so long is finally becoming reality.
I peel back the elastic waist of his briefs to reveal his growing dick. I lick the head a bit, staring up at him excitedly. Then I guide it in further, slipping it past my rose colored lips, and press it against the softness of my inner cheek.
I play along the shaft with my tongue, giggling and smiling up at him. My cheek stretches as his cock stiffens in my mouth.
He grabs the back of my ponytail and pushes my head forward slightly as his stiff dick slips down the back of my throat. I close my lips around the shaft and start sucking his cock. Dr. Sim’s head tilts back and he lets out a moan.
With two fingers at each end of my jaw, he lifts me lightly off his cock and brings me up until I’m standing. He undoes my leopard skin bra with expert dexterity and sets his lips around one nipple. After a bit of tender nibbling, he starts licking all around the areola.
Then he gets my breast whole in his mouth. I’m getting soaking wet. He brings a hand down to my crotch, dancing his fingers at my clit. My legs begin to shake; I’m having trouble standing.
“Lay your hands flat on that table,” he commands. The tone in his voice is restless. He’s pointing over at his lab desk, so I walk over and place my hands as instructed. He gets behind me and traces his fingers along my large round ass.
He gets his nose in at the dripping wet spot of my panties and curls his tongue around my crotch. The lapping of his tongue on my wetness is making me wild.
“Are you ready for today’s lesson?”
“Mm-hmm,” I squeak. Dr. Sim slaps me hard on my ass and I let out a surprised yelp. His finger traces a smooth path around the tender spot that’s now red. Then he slaps the other ass cheek and my body writhes. The stinging pain shoots through me, yet waves of pleasure wash over.
“Yes!” I scream. Dr. Sim tugs down hard on my black lace panties so they’re at my knees. He pushes down at the back of my head so I’m bent over the table even further and reaches around to hold up my hanging tits with cupped hands.
He sticks his throbbing cock between my ass cheeks and glides the tip along the crack. The tip of him slips between my folds, dripping precum down my thighs. I am desperate for him to enter me. I reach around to grab his cock and guide it to my hole.
“Nuh-uh-uh,” he pulls away. “You must learn to respect your teacher, Kitty,” he says, grabbing a long cylindrical test tube from the clutter of his desk.
“Meow,” I tease. Hearing him call me by my nickname gets me feisty. My pussy quivers when the glass tube brushes against my clit. The tip of it circles around my wet hole before entering me.
My back arches as the tube slides into my pussy. He pushes it in as far it will go without letting go, then pulls it back. He pauses, smirking as my legs shudder against him. Then he pushes it back in forcefully.
He does this again and again until the tube is dripping, thoroughly coated in my girl juices. My pink manicured nails scratch against the wood surface of the table, carving tiny marks in the paint.
I can’t take it much longer, I need him inside me.
I shove him backward with the force of my hips and the tube falls out, shattering on the tile floor. I get up onto the table with my legs spread open as far as the panties at my ankles will allow. Dr. Sim looks slightly annoyed.
“You shouldn’t have done that, Kitty. You know I have to punish you now.” He grabs my panties with his teeth and pulls until they tear apart in the middle, hanging loosely around the toes of my red high heel pumps. He’s got his lab coat and undershirt off in seconds.
He pins me against his bare chest, pressing at the back of my thighs until my knees are level with my head. He hovers a firm palm over my ass, watching for the fear to show in my eyes. But I only grin back at him daringly.
I stare up at the ceiling and await my punishment. The stinging pain of him spanking my ass cheeks is intense and causes me to wince. My legs jolt from the pain.
SMACK!
My hips buck as I try to shove Dr. Sim off me, but the weight of his chest is overpowering.
SMACK!
I scream and moan in pleasure and pain.
SMACK!
SMACK!
Dr. Sim pauses, huffing and sweating over me, watching me cringe at the anticipation of more punishment. My breaths are heavy. His palm caresses the tender spot of my ass.
“Now you know the consequences of being disobedient,” he says in the same tone he uses when lecturing to students. I can only give a submissive nod. He bends down to lick my wet slit that’s in the air with the flat of his tongue.
Then I moan when he enters me and swirls around inside, and I can tell that he’s loving the taste of his dirty little overachiever.
Dr. Sim is up straight now and stroking at the head of his cock. He brings it down to my pussy with his thumb, then pushes his pelvis forward in one hard thrust.
The sensation of his cock penetrating me causes me to cry out. I push back with my hips when his cock bottoms out at my cervix. Each thrust of his pelvis sends a jolt of electricity up my spine and my whole body gyrates in sync.
His grip at the sides of my robust hips is rough, pulling me in forcefully while his balls beat against my asshole.
I lick sensually around my lips, inviting him to kiss me. Still, his expression is one intent on discipline as he continues to pound my pussy. His cock is hitting me perfectly in all the right places. Eyes roll to the back
of my head as I am lost in a sea of ecstasy.
The pace of my breathing quickens, as do the sounds of his grunting. Beads of sweat roll from his muscular torso and pool at my belly button.
I squeeze my pussy tight just before he cums inside me.
His thick load shoots deep into me and I can feel the pulse of his cock against my tightness. His glasses are fogged and I can barely make out his eyes when his head slumps down close to my face.
I brush the back of his hair between my fingers and smile, enjoying the sensation of his warm spunk dripping out of me onto the table. I had succeeded in my plan. Dr. Sim’s DNA is in me now. It’s only a matter of time now before I give birth to our little genius.
The pace of our breathing slows, the rise and fall of my belly lightly grazes the skin of his ripped abs. I hold him in close against me for a moment, then he pulls away.
“Well, I think you’ve learned your lesson for today,” he says, pulling up on his briefs. He’s already got the belt of his slacks buckled by the time I have sat up on the table. “I’m late for a meeting, so if you’ll excuse me…” He’s acting strange. Does he regret that he just came inside me?
“See you next class,” he says, facing away from me and pushing against the bar of the exit door. The sound of it closing behind him echoes against the walls of the empty lab.
And yet, as I lie there dripping his spunk onto the cold lab desk, all I can think about is when our next lesson is going to be.
No Protection
I wrap my arms around my neighbor's sunken shoulders and hold him there in a tight embrace as he weeps into his hands, still sulking over the fact his wife left him for another man.
She just up and left without so much as a goodbye just last month, and Mr. Miller has been lost in a state of depression since. I have done my very best to comfort him, to let him know I'm still here for him and that I care about him.
Mr. Miller has done so much for me over the years since we moved in next door. Personally, I never really gave a shit about his wife. She’s been cheating on her husband for as long as I can remember, but I’ve never had the heart to tell him.
I am eternally grateful for him, and I am determined to stay by his side during this difficult period. I would do absolutely anything just to make him feel happy again.
I would even give him my body, if he weren’t still so emotionally attached to his wife.
I am nineteen years old now, and I know that I could please him the same way his wife used to. I may still be a virgin, but that doesn't mean I don't know how to make a man feel good.
I know how to work a man's cock in just the right way to milk every ounce of cum from it. And for Mr. Miller, I would show him everything I've learned on the Internet.
I know just how I could give him the wettest, sloppiest blowjob of his life. I could probably slurp his entire cock down my naughty little throat without gagging.
Then I'd lick the cum off my face like a good little whore after he shoots his pent up load all over it.
I bet Mr. Miller hasn't even masturbated once since his wife left. And I would swallow every last drop of that massive load in delight, never satisfied until I see Mr. Miller smiling again.
Even if he wanted to get inside my ass, I'd let him. Nothing would make me happier than to make Mr. Miller cum in any whole he chooses.
Hell, I would let him cum inside my tight little virgin pussy if I could see the look on his face afterward. To see a face that has put that bitch wife out of his mind, even if just for a little while.
But if he did ejaculate inside my vagina, there's a good chance he would get me pregnant. I haven't had a reason to go on the pill yet, or any other form of birth control.
But if Mr. Miller wanted to finish inside me, I would definitely let him. I would even risk getting knocked up just to make him happy again.
And I think that if he ever got inside me and felt the warmth and tightness of my wet virgin walls squeezing the length of his stiff dick, he wouldn't be able to stop himself. Mr. Miller has never been that great with self-control.
In fact, he was still recovering from a gambling addiction when his wife left. It was probably the reason she told herself when she ran out on us, that he's just a deadbeat loser.
Whatever she had to tell herself to make her feel better. Deep down that cheating bitch knows she was just looking for an excuse to get rammed her younger co-worker.
But he hasn't stepped foot inside that Indian casino down the street since. That's how I know her leaving him has really torn him apart. Come to think of it, he has hardly left the house at all.
I would be really nervous about having to give birth at such a young age, but I would do it just for him. If Mr. Miller wanted to put a baby in me, then I would suffer through that pain.
I may never be able to replace what his wife meant to him, but I could still fuck his brains out better than she ever did. My body is his forever, if only he would ask for it.
I massage around Mr. Miller’s tense neck and watch his long dark hair fall in his face as his head slumps into his chest. He is trying hard to fight back more tears. I can tell he really hates looking so helpless in front of me.
For most of my life he has been the confident, responsible father figure, at least up until he lost his way with the whole gambling thing. But now he just can't hold it together anymore. It's the first time I have ever seen him cry.
"Maybe--maybe you should lie down..." I say. He gives a slow nod and falls backward onto the soft, springy mattress of his bed. His arms cover his face and he begins to sob some more.
"I--I just loved her so much, Beth." It's been a whole month now, and Mr. Miller is still a complete wreck. I've been wondering just how long he is going to be like this.
"I know Mr. Miller, I know..." I pat him gently on the stomach. He wipes an arm across his face, sniffling. He looks up at me through soggy red eyes and tries to force a smile. "Hey! That's the first time I've seen you smile since!" I say, pretending I don't know it's a fake one.
"I hate that you have to see me like this," he says. "You must think I'm pathetic." I shake my head at him.
"I just want to see you happy again, Mr. Miller..." His fake smile goes wider--it almost looks like it could be real. I beam at him and say, "Yay! I would do anything to keep that smile on your face." He grabs a tissue from the box lying next to him and blows into it.
My hand moves across his stomach toward his crotch. When my fingers reach the hem of his shirt, I lift it just above his abdomen.
Mr. Miller has always managed to keep himself toned and in shape. In fact, the only thing he has been doing other than moping for the last month is his excessive weight lifting. He said it helps take his mind off of everything, but it is almost becoming obsessive.
But if it keeps him out of that card room, I'm not going to say anything. Besides, doing all those crunches has made him look hot as ever.
I run two fingers along his tight six-pack and dance around his belly button. Then I bend over and press my soft lips of crimson lipstick against his navel.
"Beth--what're you--" He starts to say, then can't help but burst into laughter when he feels me blowing hard on his belly. My wet lips vibrate and tickle him and, at last, a real smile spreads across his face.
"Haha! Beth! That's not fair!"
"But I got you laughing, didn't I?" He grabs a pillow and tosses it at my head. I dodge and give him a playful smirk.
"Missed me!" I say, giggling. He laughs some more and sits up on the bed. He sighs and tells me,
"You always know how to make me feel better..." But I know how to make him feel a lot better.
"I've been thinking..." I start to say. I pause a moment, wondering if I should follow through and take this opportunity to get Mr. Miller to fuck me. He cocks his head and stares at me through those pitiful eyes.
I just want him to finally move on. I want him to see that I can be everything for him that stupid whore was, and more.
"I
know a way to make you forget about your wife. To move on and be happy again." He’s looking perplexed.
"What are you talking about? I don't want to forget her..."
"But you're so miserable all the time now! I can take away the pain for you. I don't want you to suffer anymore, Mr. Miller..." I place a hand lightly on one leg of his black jeans. My pink manicured nails dip between his thighs and make their way toward his crotch with a graceful confidence.
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