‘This is how it ends,’ I thought. ‘This is how I end. Consumed by the fiery cock of a demon.’ My thoughts were cut short as an orgasm more powerful than anything I had ever felt tore through me. My whole body locked up as my pussy squeezed that scorching cock like a wet fist. Tremors wracked my limbs and blackness danced at the edge of my vision, darkening more and more until I slumped limply forward and knew no more.
I opened my eyes slowly, expecting to see that hideous face leering down at me. Instead, I saw the pale blue ceiling of my bedroom. I sat up quickly in immediately regretted that decision. The covers fell off my body and every bruise, bite mark and abrasion stood out starkly in the bright morning sun. The ache between my legs was indescribable, I was covered in sticky come down to my knees.
It had been real.
I staggered to the bathroom and turned on the shower, wondering how I had gotten away. The hot water caressed my body, running in clear rivulets down my breasts, washing away the ghostly stains. Gingerly, I positioned the showerhead between my legs, letting the gentle spray wash away the come and sooth my well used flesh. My mind flashed back to the sensation of kneeing on my bruised knees in the dark and feeling the head of that demonic cock first breach my entrance. I moaned quietly and moved the showerhead a little closer to my pussy, letting the warm flowing water coax me to a gentle orgasm, all the while thinking of that dark demon cock.
I turned off the spray and stepped out of the shower, wrapping myself in a towel. I wiped away the steam obscuring my mirror and saw the black form standing behind me, leering at me. The towel was yanked off my body and I was shoved forward, bent almost double over the sink. Its cock slammed home and it was everything I could do to hang onto the edge of the sink, clinging to the tiled surface as it ravaged me.
The beast leaned forward and pressed its dry, leathery lips to my ear and uttered the first words it had spoken to me in a voice that sounded like every half heard whisper at the edges of your nightmares. “You’re marked now. You asked for this. You wanted this.” It punctuated every sentence with another deep thrust, almost lifting me off my feet. “I’ll be back, and soon the others will come.”
The demon came with a roar and sank its jagged teeth into my shoulder. I cried out in an exquisite mixture of pleasure and pain as it emptied itself into me. The monster pulled out and my knees buckled. I sat down on the cool tile, looking up at the creature that stood above me.
“When you think of us, we will know. And we will come.”
Then it was gone, and I was left alone with the knowledge that I would never really be alone again, even inside my own head.
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Yes Professor
“I’m open to your offer, but what you propose could cost me my job and you your entire academic standing. You need to keep your schoolgirl mouth shut.” He hands slowly unfastened his belt buckle. “Except for when I’m using it.”
His words and presence were effecting me more than I wanted to admit. My nipples were even harder and I could feel heat and wetness growing between my legs. I nodded, and started to unbutton my shirt.
“Slowly.” He ordered. “I’d like to savor this.”
He sat back down in his desk chair, his hand idly stroking the growing bulge in the front of his pants. Each button that opened revealed another flash of creamy skin. The final one popped off as I opened it, landing someone in the corner as the shirt slipped to the ground and left me bare breasted in front of my teacher.
“You’re not wearing a bra,” he said matter-of-factly. “Only sluts walk around with a bra. Are you a slut Hannah?’
“Do you want me to be?” I countered.
He chuckled darkly. “What I want is for you to bring those tits over here.”
I crossed the room to him slowly, the heels of my shoes tapping on the floor. My nipples were erect in the cool air, but I couldn’t blame how wet I was on the room temperature.
“Sit on the edge of my desk and spread your legs.” Obediently, I did, hiking up my red and gold plaid skirt to reveal my plain white panties. The entire crotch was soaked with my juices, and the wet spot was obvious to his eyes. “Absolutely dripping for it. I think you are a slut, Hannah. You might have even failed that test on purpose, just to give yourself an excuse.” He groped my tits roughly, pinching my nipples until they were bright red and swollen.
“I bet you think about me at night, don’t you?” he observed. “When you’re alone in your bed, you put your fingers inside your pussy and think about nasty Professor Sharp.”
I flushed because he was right. I had masturbated more than once with his face in my mind. A favorite fantasy had me spread out on one of the lab tables while he pounded into my pussy. I just hoped I could satisfy him with a blowjob. I didn’t want to lose my virginity this way.
“Touch yourself.”
“What?” I asked, slamming my legs shut, slightly horrified at the thought of him watching me with those intense eyes.
“You heard me. I want to watch you do everything you do to yourself at night.” He smiled cruelly before adding, “Do it or no deal.”
Yes, Professor 2 - Bottom's Up
Professor Sharp was sitting at his desk, regarding me coldly. “You’ve been a naughty little whore.”
“I don’t understand.” I crossed the room to stand beside his desk and he slid a phone across the surface toward me. I recognized the blue and white striped case as Harry’s. My finger brushed the on button when I picked it up, and the screen lit up, showing a photo of me, naked and masturbating.
I looked up at Professor Sharp, shocked. “Where did you get this?”
“You dear boyfriend was showing it to one of his idiot teammates,” Professor Sharp stated calmly, almost fooling me into believing he was unaffected by the photo. “I was right when I assumed you were a slut, virgin or not. You obviously just want a dick in you, one way or another.”
I laughed softly at the spiteful words, since it had been Professor Sharp who had woken up the hunger that enticed me to let Harry into my body. “Do you know what I was thinking of when Harry was snapping that picture?” I waited until his eyes met mine. “Your mouth on my pussy. It’s all I’ve been able to think about since that day.”
Before I could react I was shoved up against the filing cabinet, the sharp metal edge digging into my hip as Professor Sharp plundered my mouth with his tongue. His hand was under my skirt and I heard a rip as the fabric of my panties tore under his insistent hand. I didn’t even realize he had unbuttoned his pants until I felt his cock spear me, sliding into my dripping cunt without hesitation.
His hips began a punishing rhythm, pounding me into the metal cabinet. Every thrust was pushing the memory of Harry’s touch further from my mind. He pulled back from the kiss and started licking and biting his way down my neck, his dick never wavering as he rammed into me, nearly lifting me off my feet with the force of his thrusts.
“Does that boy’s cock make you feel like this?” he growled, grinding his hips against mine, giving my clit that delicious friction I was craving.
“Noooooo,” I said, my voice shaking as his punishing rhythm jarred me with each thrust.
The tremors were starting in my extremities and I knew an orgasm was imminent, and I almost asked permission, remembering his reaction from last time. Then I remembered what he had done when I disobeyed him by coming without permission and kept silent.
After all, I had been a very naughty little slut.
“Professor!” I moaned, my vaginal muscles clenching around him and gripping his cock like a
wet fist as my orgasm shook through me. A few more thrusts and Professor Sharp was crushed against me, groaning an oath in my ear as his hot seed filled me.
He pulled out and slumped back on the desk chair, pulling me with him to collapse boneless on his lap. “I should take a picture of the way you look now and send it to your boyfriend so he can see what a well fucked woman actually looks like.”
I could only imagine the fury Harry would feel if he knew that not only had his most hated Professor had bedded his girlfriend, that the hated Professor had gotten here first, planting his flag in the virgin land.
“You do still need to be punished for what you did though.” The cruel smile was back in his voice. He stood up, effectively dumping me from his lap, and grabbed a keyring from the desktop, fitting a small silver key in the locked bottom drawer. He removed a black fabric bag, and from the recesses of that bag pulled out a slender black dildo.
“That doesn’t look much like punishment, sir,” I said, testing the limits. A sharp smack on my ass silenced me.
“Bend over. You know how.”
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