by Mia Luxe
He looks deep into my eyes as the head of his cock slides against my sopping wet pussy, teasing me and making me moan with desperation.
“Fuck me Connor,” I gasp, and his cock slides into me slowly. The instant he enters me I am blissfully his. My eyes roll back at the sudden feeling of being complete. Of having him inside me so tantalizingly before he pulls himself away and thrusts again, his thick cock-head pressing into me and spreading me for him. I’m soaking wet but there is a slight resistance, the steel hardness of his cock pressing into me and claiming my virginity. I breathe in deeply between his kisses, smelling the scent of him mixed with his soap, feeling the drops of water from the shower on his strong back as I wrap my hands around him and spread my legs wide for him.
"Oh," I say faintly as his cock plunges into me, and there is a slight discomfort that is quickly overwhelmed by pleasure as he starts to fuck me deeper and deeper.
"You're mine, Willow," he whispers in my ear, and I can feel the weight of his body on top of me, powerful as he thrusts his cock into me, sending a deep, intense wave of sensation through me as he fucks me steadily, our bodies finding the rhythm together. His abs slide against my body with each thrust. I can do nothing more than hold on as he growls and thrusts harder and harder, each stroke driving deeper into me. I can feel myself stretching to accommodate him, faint, sweet pain overpowered by primal need and lust.
"You're so deep inside me,” I say.
"I'm only halfway inside of you," he says, nipping my ear as he plunges another inch into me.
My eyes roll back with pleasure and I can't stop my moans as he fucks me steadily, inch after inch plunging into me until I finally feel his balls slapping against my ass with each thrust. His huge, cum-filled balls slapping against me triggers something inside of me, and I surrender to the building pleasure, letting it completely control my mind. He fucks me primally, sure that I can take him and I scream out in pleasure as my orgasm cascades over me, my body trembling and writhing as I wrap my legs around him, pulling him deeper, and I want him to fill me with his seed, to claim me fully as his own.
He growls as my pussy tightens around him and he cums hard. I can feel him shooting his sticky seed deep into my wetness, each spurt making me feel more and more his. I rake my hands down his back as I scream out his name over and over.
"Oh fuuuck Connor, fuck me, Connor, fuck me," I moan as his cock powers into me, his hands grabbing my hips as he fucks me like an animal, pounding me as streams of cum are shot deep into me.
Finally, our orgasms subside and we collapse into a shaking pile, our bodies wrapped together. His cock slowly softens inside of me. My body is shaking and quivering, and I feel intense satisfaction.
I just lost my virginity to professor Connor Bold.
“Oh my fucking god, so that’s what sex is all about,” I gasp, my sight blurry, my mind warm and fuzzy.
Connor wraps his arms tight around me, holding me close to him.
“I’m not going to stop holding you until you stop shaking,” he says softly in my ear. My legs quiver and I can feel his cock deep in me, still so big even as it softens. I kiss his cheek gently, then simply lay, waiting for my body to recover from my mind-blowing orgasm.
When I finally stop shaking he slowly pulls his cock from me, and I can feel his cum spilling out onto the towel. He lays on his back next to me, breathing heavily.
“You can shower if you want,” he says, and I push myself to my feet, walking on unsteady legs to the bathroom while I clutch my hand to myself. I look back, seeing him lazing on the bed, his soft and thick cock dangling as he watches me appreciatively. The towel is covered with his cum, and a little pink spot.
We take turns showering, then I lay on his huge bed. He’s gotten rid of the towel and I stretch out, not even able to touch the sides of his massive bed. He returns and lays down next to me, his hands slowly stroking my body.
“That was… incredible,” I say.
“Do you feel any different?”
I giggle. “You mean now that I’m not a virgin?”
He takes me in his strong arms, pulling me closer.
“That’s exactly what I mean, my little Willow.”
I think for a moment. “I feel closer to you. More submissive.”
The moment he entered me, I had the intense feeling of being his. The feeling hasn’t faded. He kisses my neck gently. I look back over my shoulder at him and I can’t believe how lucky I am. Every inch of his body is perfection. He spoons me, his body cupping mine protectively.
“You love being mine,” he says into my ear, and I feel his cock stirring against me. I want him inside me again, but I can still feel him deep inside of me. If he fucks me again, I won’t be able to walk for days. I read online it’s normal to feel sore after the first time.
Just because I’m sore doesn’t mean I can’t please him more…
“It’s like you own me.”
"I do own you. You're mine, Willow. "
He’s been so sweet and kind to me.
Now I want his dark side.
His huge cock is pressing against my bottom and I wriggle my ass against him slowly, feeling him harden against me. I’m so sore, but I want him, bad.
“Connor, are you forgetting something?”
“I might forget my own name if you keep doing that,” he says, and I press back against his hard cock, grinding my ass against his throbbing length.
“You promised to tie me up.”
His cock surges hard against me.
“You were naughty today, weren’t you Willow?”
I bite my lip. “Very naughty,” I moan, and he pulls away from me, standing up in front of me. His cock is rock hard, bobbing and I want to feel him cum deep in my throat.
He pulls a pair of jeans on, not bothering with underwear or a shirt.
“Where are you going?”
He smiles, and there is a hint of delicious cruelty to his smile that makes my nipples harden.
“I have rope in my shed. Don’t move an inch,” he orders, stepping out of the room.
He told me not to move an inch, and I lay in bed, running my hands over my body.
I don’t want him to be gentle.
A dark shudder runs through my body as I realize exactly what I want.
I want him to use my mouth for his pleasure. I want to gag and choke on his massive cock, feel him pull my hair. I want him to use me.
The wind is still howling, but over those sounds I can hear things being moved from outside. I can’t resist. I step up to the window and see Connor walking out of the shed, his hands full of a thick, long rope. The trees in the backyard dance in the wind, but Connor is impervious.
He looks up, and our eyes meet for an instant before I jump back to the bed, exactly where I was seconds ago.
I hear him climbing up the stairs, the rope hitting against the sides of the stairway. He stands in the doorway, looking me up and down.
“Connor…”
He shakes his head. “I told you not to move an inch.”
“Wait, just before we start. Connor, I’m so fucking sore. I don’t think I can take your cock again, you’re too big. Can I use my mouth?”
He grins. “That can be arranged. Now, my perfect little pet… how do I want to tie you up?”
"Anyway you want, sir," I say eagerly. I imagine myself on the bed with my hands tied behind my back, or with my hands tied to the bedposts.
"Get on your knees." Instantly his voice is different. Darker, more commanding. My body responds instinctively and I get onto the hardwood floor. There’s no rug to soften the hard floor against my knees.
He wraps the rope around my legs, binding my ankles to my thighs and forcing me to stay in a kneeling position. Then, without a word, he leaves the room.
I wriggle against the rope. It forces me to stay on my knees, barely budging despite my movements. I could probably get loose in a minute if I used my hands to untie the knots binding my legs.
Is thi
s my punishment for looking out the window? Just waiting here?
The anticipation fills my mind. An even darker image flashes in front of my eyes... the image of him slapping me with his firm hand as I suck his cock. It’s too intense, too humiliating, but it’s what I want.
I hear him walking up the stairs again, and my pulse quickens. He walks through the door and I moan as I see the handcuffs in his hand.
They aren’t the fuzzy pink kind you’d get from a store. They are menacing. Built of iron, unforgiving metal that will secure me like a criminal.
"I kept these from my time in the force. If someone ever invaded my home, this would be the easiest way to restrain them... I never thought I'd be using them for this."
I try to think of a response, but the pure lust overwhelming my brain makes words impossible.
He clips them around my wrists behind my back expertly, and suddenly I'm completely at his mercy. I can't do anything to stop him from doing anything he wants to me. He could pull me onto the bed and fuck my ass if he wanted, he could whip me, spank me, make me cum over and over.
The powerlessness makes me wetter than ever before.
He stands in front of me, reaching down and grabbing my right breast. His cock is throbbing hard in his tight blue jeans. He pinches my nipple and I gasp as he looks down at me with a wolf grin.
“You love being slutty for me, my perfect little toy.”
I nod eagerly. “Yes sir. I want you to use my mouth.”
He unzips his jeans, pulling out his huge, rock hard cock.
“I don't think you can handle this,” he growls, and when I see the huge dick in front of me, I feel a little wave of fear under the mounting desire. He's right. I don't know if I will be able to handle it. The images flash again in my mind, of him throwing me onto the bed and taking me, of me gagging on his cock as he grabs my hair, hard. I want this pain and perfect humiliation more than anything.
“Connor, I mean sir…”
He looks at me with consideration. “You can call me Connor now. Whatever feels natural.”
“Connor, I have something to confess…”
All I can do is stare at his pulsing cock, standing straight and hard. The handcuffs are tight around my wrists, reminding me that he can do whatever he wants to me.
He reaches down, stroking my cheek. “Tell me.”
“I don’t just want you to use me. I want you to be rough.” My body shudders as I say the word rough, waves of need pulsing through me.
"Are you sure?”
I nod up and down, looking up at his muscular body, the gorgeous abs right in front of me. Seeing how strong he is, I realize the ropes and handcuffs are just a formality. If Connor wanted to fuck me, to do anything he wanted to me, he’s so strong there’s nothing I could do to stop him.
“If we’re going to do this rough, you need to promise to use the safe-word if it gets too much. And let's add another word... say orange if it’s close to too much.”
“Orange. OK.”
He laughs. “And if you can’t talk because my cock’s too deep in your throat, blink four times quickly. That’ll be our code. Clear?”
Oh fuck, I’m going to know how a sword swallower feels.
“Clear.”
He pulls his jeans off and stands naked in front of me. He touches the fingers of his right hand gently against my forehead, tracing them down to my mouth.
He slides his index finger into my mouth, and I suck it, swirling my tongue around it. He slides his middle finger in as well and I feel myself gag a little. I try to remember what I heard Shelly say once.
"When he's got a really big one, I just press my thumbs down! It really helps with the gag reflex."
I press my thumbs down against my palms, and feel some relief.
The handcuffs force my shoulders back and my breasts out, and he grabs my left nipple, holding it between his thumb and finger, gently pulling.
"Rough, you wanted," he says, and my eyes widen in shock and pain as he pinches my nipple hard.
I gasp, the pain mixing with dark pleasure.
He pulls his fingers from my mouth, leaving me empty and wanting more.
He presses the head of his cock into my mouth, the faintest taste of soap mixing with salty pre-cum. As he slowly slides the head of his cock in and out of my mouth, he plays with my nipples, gently circling before pinching and kneading, pain and pleasure combined.
He slides his cock deeper into me, and I feel myself about to gag. Instead of forcing my head away from him, I hold it steady, breathing in and out with my nose. He can sense it's difficult for me and pauses, letting me get accustomed to his pulsing cock in my mouth.
The perfect surrender is giving me a deep, almost orgasmic bliss. The second I regain control he grabs a thick chunk of my hair in his right hand, forcing me to take him deeper.
He uses me, and his growls of pleasure make me squirm.
I can barely handle his dick sliding in and out of my mouth, and he pulls his cock from me, letting me gasp for air. A string of saliva goes from the slit his cock-head to my mouth, and looking at it makes me feel so dirty and turned on. He pauses for a few seconds, and I look into his eyes and know he's waiting to see if I want to use the safe-word, or to slow him down by saying orange.
I can feel saliva dripping down my lips and I know what I must look like. I can't use my hands to wipe it up as it drips down my body. I’m so fucking filthy for him.
He’s ten years older than me, my fucking professor, and he’s got me tied up, in handcuffs, drooling on his cock. This is so fucking intense.
"Use me, master," I say, licking my lips and he thrusts his dick into my willing mouth. My eyes water, tears forming.
Finally I get what I want. He uses my mouth like his little fuck-toy. I fight back my gag reflex as I deep-throat him, wanting to take every inch of his cock into my throat. I know if he thrusts every inch of his obscenely large cock into my mouth until his balls slap against my chin I couldn't handle it, but he seems to know instinctively how to keep me at the edge. He grabs my hair and forces me deeper and deeper onto his dick, his left hand pinching my nipple hard and I swear I feel another orgasm building up.
Can you cum from giving head?
A low growl from deep in his throat rumbles and I look up, meeting his intense gaze and suddenly his balls slap against my chin and I’m taking his entire length. His cock throbs and I feel his hot seed spurting down my throat. He’s so deep in my throat that I couldn’t stop the hot cum from spurting into me if I wanted to. My mouth fills with his cum as my eyes water, and I swallow eagerly as he pulls out of my mouth. His cock shoots thick streams of cum all over my face, covering me, and I feel like a complete slut for him.
Connor groans as his orgasm subsides, and I lean forward, gently licking the last drops from his cock.
He strokes my hair, looking down at me like he owns me. I gasp for breath, his cum dripping down my neck and filling my belly. He quickly uncuffs me, pulling me to my feet and massaging my wrists gently. I only realize as I stand that my knees are sore from the hardwood floor. He strokes my hair, letting me recover from the scene.
“Connor, I almost came from giving head,” I gasp out when I finally have enough air to talk.
“You’re so naturally submissive Willow, I love it.”
I pull away from him and go to the bathroom, and the girl who looks back at me in the mirror makes my body tingle. I’m absolutely covered in his cum. I can’t believe how much spurted onto my face and body.
I wash off and rinse my mouth, then hop in the shower.
Connor joins me, and the huge shower feels small with his lean, muscular body in it.
“Environmentalists would kill us if they knew how many showers we took today,” he says.
I giggle. “Environmentalists would kill you for wasting water, the school-board would kill you if they knew you were fucking a student… everyone’s gunning for you!”
For some reason, that makes his face go da
rk for a second. Then he’s back, laughing.
We towel off and get dressed when my stomach rumbles embarrassingly. I blush.
“I guess we both worked up an appetite. Let’s see what I’ve got in the fridge.”
I follow him down the stairs to the kitchen, where he opens his stainless steel fridge. It's full of containers that he must meal prep a week or two in advance. He reaches for a package wrapped in red paper that looks like it came from a deli.
It’s crazy how I can go from being handcuffed and on my knees to feeling so normal with him minutes later. It just feels so natural.
"I loooove scallops," I reply, remembering the last time I had them, years ago at a birthday dinner. I cringe as I remember the night of debauched drinking that happened just an hour after the family dinner, when I snuck out my window and went partying with my friends.
I push the memory away, not wanting to remember that alcohol and drug-filled night.
"Good, I do too. Let's do them with green beans. Do you like to cook?" He tosses the package of scallops onto the counter and rummages through the vegetable drawer of his fridge, pulling out green beans in plastic wrap.
I laugh, feeling a bit embarrassed. A memory of black smoke filling the common room kitchen at dorms makes me cringe. Connor closes the fridge and turns on another light in the kitchen.
"I actually managed to ruin a pot boiling water."
He smirks. “Let me guess. Alcohol played a role?”
I look down, suddenly ashamed.
"Yeah. But I haven't partied at all since becoming your submissive.”
Your submissive. It feels so right.
"Because it's a rule, or because you don't want to?"
I look up, meeting his eyes.
"Because I don't want to."
That makes him smile. "Good. Do you remember asking me to... train you?" He says "train you" in a different voice, the way he talks when he's dominating me. It makes me shiver.
"Yes?"
"Well, tonight I'm going to train you... to cook!" Connor reaches up to a cupboard that’s too high for me to reach and grabs a large wooden cutting board.
I giggle. "You're going to regret that.”