MF4
No. Get off the desk. You don't get to sit down for this.
Just lean back. I want to see your legs shake as they try and support you, while I pound my fingers in and out of this tight pussy. You're positively leaking.
Been wet for a while, haven't you? What caused this then? Couldn't have been me.
I made it a point not to look at you at all today. Because as soon as I saw this skirt, this pleated schoolgirl skirt that does a decidedly poor job of covering your slutty arse, well, I couldn't look at you if I didn't want everyone else to see what you do to me. Is that what got you wet? Want me to focus on you so badly you'll send me naughty pictures while I'm teaching? Letting me deny you my attention when you're so clearly begging for it turns you on.
Just because you have a pretty face, that doesn't mean I'm not willing to slap it if you disobey me. Answer the question. Yes, what? Oh, honey.
I'm not your professor anymore, not with the things you're making me do to you. From now on, I am your sir. So let me ask you again.
Does sir ignoring you when you're so needy get you horny? Good girl. You say yes, sir.
You're always such a bright student. The question I have for you now, the thing I wanted to clarify with you is, if you behave like a slut and you send me pictures of yourself like a slut, what does that make you? Louder, say it.
Say it makes you my dirty little slut. Try again. Didn't we establish that I'm your sir? Good girl.
You're sir's dirty little slut, aren't you? That's why you're moaning so loud. You won, despite my best efforts to keep this meeting private, for anyone who passes this classroom to know exactly how good I'm treating you.
You're much quieter with my hand around your throat. I'm going to fuck you, code of ethics be damned, because you make my cock rock fucking hard, but I'm not going to lose my job just because the little slut doesn't know how to keep her mouth shut. If you can't be quiet, I'm not going to allow you enough air to make any noise.
How about that? Sir? Sir what? You're going to come? Is that why you're being so loud, even while I'm choking you? You want to come already? Is my needy whore going to come just from my fingers getting tossed around? Yeah? Oh I know you can't help it.
Desperate little things like you just can't control themselves around an older, stronger, more powerful man dominating them. You want to come? Yeah? What do you say? Beg sir to make you come.
Go on, use whatever air's left in your lungs to squeak it out. I just want to hear just how pathetic you can be. Beg for it.
Fine then. Come for me. You're not allowed to fucking breathe until you come all over my hand, and I'm going to fuck you, code of ethics be damned, because you make my cock rock hard, but I'm not going to lose my job just because the little slut doesn't know how to keep her mouth shut.
How about that? Sir? Sir what? You're going to come? Is my needy whore going to come just from my fingers getting tossed around? Yeah? Oh I know you can't help it.
Fine then. Come for me. You're not allowed to fucking breathe until you come all over my hand.
Come for me now. I'll chug you so hard you pass out if you don't. There you go.
There's my good fucking girl. Look at how you fucking shake. There.
Breathe. Breathe. Let the oxygen fill up your lungs as I finger you through your orgasm.
Oh I know slut. Sir knows it feels too good. It's okay.
Keep coming now. You're doing so good. Dripping all down your thighs.
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
Breathe. Breathe.