Private Lessons Bk. 01: Ch. 01

TW: Age Gap, Explicit Sexual Scenes, Degradation

Prologue:

"Danica. Head up, face forward. Tuck your knees in your arms." My professor's authoritative voice echoes in the cold, quiet lecture room. I did as I was told, now in a fetal position on top of a classroom desk, facing the back of the room. The blindfold still restricting my vision held taut around my face. My breathing quickens a little once my body senses him getting closer. Carefully he brought a hand to my skirt, slowly lifting it up to see no panties but the blue anal vibrator in my hole.

He hummed in satisfaction, moving his hand to firmly squeeze my ass cheek. "Good girl. You didn't remove it at all during lecture today." His free hand now rubs two fingers against my wet soaking cunt. He rubs it back and forth while the vibrator was still on inside my hole, causing me to tremble from it's sensation.

Soft whimpers from me, followed by a small gasp is heard once he shoves two fingers inside me. My lips parted as he began to finger me with slow deliberate strokes. Just when I was hanging my head low, he'd slap my ass cheek to get me to focus and keep my head up. I grit my teeth while enduring him edging me like this. God... I really wanted him to take off this vibrator and replace it with something better.

"Shit. How can you get this sloppy and wet from just an hour of my lesson? Such a slutty pussy you have..." He murmured, feigning disappointment but under that tone of voice was amazement.

His fingers pumped me faster, the lewd noises of my own wet arousal fills the room. The vibrations only added to the pleasure, my body beginning to tremble like crazy. Involuntarily, my pussy squeezed around his fingers. He couldn't help but chuckle darkly from the motion.

"I wish you could see how greedily you're sucking me in. It's phenomenal," he commented briefly and would do a few more strokes before pulling his fingers out in one fluid motion. He stares at my juices on his fingers, then brought it to my lips.

"Suck." He ordered and I obeyed. I sucked his fingers eagerly, swirling my pink tongue around. Once he saw I cleaned my mess, he takes the anal vibrator and plucks it out of my hole. It looked stretched open now, as if anticipating to be stuffed again.

I can feel his charged gaze on my body, the goosebumps trailing over my skin now. I wish to turn and see what he looks like right now, but this is supposed to be a punishment.

"For this lesson, I won't be breeding your soppy cunt." He gruffly says, followed by the sound of a belt coming off and pants getting unzipped.

"Your punishment is to take Master's cock in your tight ass." He briefly states while pressing his thick enlarged bulge against the crack of my ass.

Chapter One

A month before...

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I was walking down the hallway, heading to Professor Dior's class. Currently, I'm 18 years old and I've started college in the beginning of Fall, and since then things were looking swell. The building was much more larger and spacious than your regular high school. Students can walk in fours or fives without pushing or shoving each other to the side. I've made atleast one friend named Abby, but she's sick so she didn't come today. I guess I'm going to ogle Professor Dior.

The thing is... I have a crush on him. Like, a genuine crush on him. He conveys himself with strong professionalism and intellect that enhances his unique charm. He's kind, he's thoughtful, and he wants the best for everyone... even me.

He doesn't realize that what I feel for him isn't what a student should feel for their teacher. I bit into my lip, a bit overwhelmed with my emotions as I brush a hand against my skirt.

Traditionally, the students here need to wear the blue and black long sleeve vest with either a black skirt that stops under your knees or black slacks, because it follow the college's dress code. Yet I'm not wearing that. I mean, why do dress codes still exist in college? Not even sure where my dad admitted me to.

I was wearing a sheer white shirt that was stretched taut around my double D tits, with loose buttons down my v neck. Because I was in a rush to see Professor Dior, I forgot my bra so now my nipples were a bit visible through the fabric. The black micro skirt I was wearing cuts just above my mid thigh, with a white g string underneath. Seriously, I need to remember to wash all my other clothes when I go back home. The shoes I wore were black converse and high knee socks to compliment it.

My chestnut brown hair was in a loose bun, some strands fanning my freckles a bit. My hazelnut eyes were fueled with determination as I march into the lecture room.

As soon as I entered inside, I was instantly met with a pair of judgmental eyes by majority of the students, specifically the girls. Shaking off the stares, I lift my chin up high and head towards my seat that's facing the front of the classroom. That way, I can stare and ogle at Professor Dior clearly, without a care in the world.

Once my behind plants on the chair, the gossip began to surface around me.

'Hey... it's the girl that's always asking questions...'

'God... what the hell is she wearing?'

'She's only here because of daddy's money.'

'What a weirdo...'

What the fuck? Okay half maybe even majority of what they're saying isn't true. For one, I'm still a virgin. Two, what's wrong with using my dad's money to pay for my college tuition? He says he's fine with it so there's really no issue. A soft exhale escapes. through my nose. A life lesson I've learned from high school is to not feed into other people's delusions and perspectives of you. If they're gonna talk? Let them talk. There's other things you can focus your attention on, mine being the charming, handsome and irresistible Professor Dior.

Speaking of the devil, I can feel the mood shift and quiet down as he confidently strides into the classroom. His appearance was perfect from head to toe.

Coconut blond hair styled back leaving a curled thick strands of hair in front. Defined shoulders and muscles taut in his buttoned down collared shirt and grey long sleeve blazer. Black dress pants that hug his muscular legs accommodated with black dress shoes. A silver watch that glints and shines in ones vision. And of course, can't forget those piercing green eyes that stare into your soul, unraveling every secret you ever hid.

It's simple... he's breathtaking. This man is really 30 years old? Only 12 years older than me? I'm 18 years old, after all. Well, his handsome features make him look younger and authoritative, so that makes sense.

How do I know his age? Well, fun fact: During the first week of school, I did a little investigating with the girls in this class. We wondered if such a pulchritudinous man was married. So we, and by we I meant I searched his facebook and instagram account and there he was. He was single, childfree, and he has a cat named Nightbane. I'd have to say, she is the most cutest cat I've ever seen and if Professor Dior let me, I'd make sure to keep her well fed and taken care of.

He loved the piano and records some music pieces he did. So not only is he a smart math professor, he's a talented music composer!

Last but not least, his favorite food is oysters and clams, and to be honest I'm not a big fan but for him I can learn to love them.

So... yeah. I know a bit about him already. Though the one thing I'm dying to know still weighs in my mind.

Does he like younger women like me? Or women his age? Maybe Older?

A mumble softly, tapping my finger against the table feeling impatient about this. Just what is his type? My hands now come up to cup my breasts and squeezing them. Maybe girls with large chest or smaller? Dammit. I need some answers.

When I glanced back up, he was now standing on the podium, rubbing the stubbled on his chin with his hand. He looked around the classroom until his gaze landed on mine. My eyes widened and with quickness, my hands move from my breasts and plant on the desk. He stared at me for a brief moment before grimacing and assessing the students again.

Shit. Why the fuck did I do that? Does he think I'm some slut now begging for attention? Is that why he grimaced?

A small frown formed on my lips, glancing down to the blouse I'm wearing. I'd cover myself up but a few buttons were gone so it's a bit difficult. Ultimately, I was debating on excusing myself to leave and come back tomorrow but Professor Dior began his lecture.

"Afternoon, everyone. Today is simple, really. You will be taking a test that covers last week's material and it'll count for 25% of your grade. So pencils and lined paper out, and I'll hand you the test packet. Begin when I tell you to." Clear, direct, and affirmative. That's how he instructs us. I cross my legs together and rest my cheek in my hand, staring at him with longing.

His cock was lined up against my entrance, rubbing it's fat tip against my wet slit. The lewd squlechy noises from the motion was audible and clear and so were the unmistakable quiet breaths from his nose.

'You're already so wet and ready for me, Danica. Have you always dreamed of me stuffing you to the brim with this cock of mine?' His voice had a hint of gruffness and amusement inside. My hands were tied above my head, a white cloth restricting my wrists. Seeing it in front of me, it was so thick, so angry and engorged. The veins on the sides pulse with want and power.

The crevices of pussy were fluttering and reacting to the warmth.

A pregnant pause passes and I mutter a small 'Yes' to his question.

The smile he had on his face was michievous and downright sinful. He'd rub his cock along my opening a few more times-dry humping me until he pressed the tip against it.

'Good girl. Since you were honest, here's your reward.' He grips my hip and in one swift motion he slams his cock all the way deep inside me. I let out a torture gasp and jerked upwards from the sudden intrusion. My back was against his desk but it moved back from the force.

He let's me take a moment to get used to the feeling of being overly filled with cock before thrusting inside with languid strokes. He puts my leg over my shoulder while the other grips my hip to bring my body to him and match his thrusts.

The soft claps of our skin smacking together echoed were symphonically loud in the classroom. His eyes gazed down and saw our connection, noticing my soppy wet arousal lubricating his cock.

'Fascinating... I barely started and you're already this fucking wet. Such a slutty pussy this is... so cock hungry.' He enunciates with each deep thrust he gives me.

'Your body was made for this Danica...' he pauses, pulls all inches of his cock back before slamming back in with vigorous force, then continues in a degrading voice, 'it's purpose to exist as a cocksleeve for Master. All your slutty holes.' He groans in ecstasy.

My eyes were heavy lidded and my lips parted, drool beginning to pool at the corner of my mouth. Both hands grip my hips to bring me closer and arch me up a bit to meet his demanding strokes. A string of our shared arousal connects with his balls and my ass. The pace he was going only increased as his tip continuously kisses my cervix.

The table began to creak from our movements. Papers of graded work and lesson plans fell on the floor beneath his feet. The harsh rise and fall of his chest was vidible to me and I loved it. I loved the fact that I'm the one to make him lose control.

My hands were wriggling a bit, trying to break free but he slapped my clit.

'You're on punishment, Miss Harper. Don't you dare break free of those, naughty girl.' He warned and my pussy clenched around him in response.

A low husky laugh escapes from his chest at the action. 'What? Did you like that? Do you like being ordered around and getting pounded like some cheap whore?' He says in a roughly degrading voice. Another harsh slap to my clit.

I can feel my eyes rolling back as I nodded. 'Y-Yes... yesss...'

He licked his lips, and without warning his hips would snap violently against my thighs in a relentless motion. The sounds of my arousal dripping and spilling out was much louder than before. His cock impaled my entrance with hurried strokes-no breaks in between. My body was shaking tremendously against the desk by his sudden change of pace. I can feel soul almost leaving my body as I tried to gasp and breathe. My moans turned to sharp intakes of breath, eyes widening from the pressure.

'Good fucking girl. And every good girl get's their award, yes?' He leans closer, breathing heavily against my ear.

'Are you gonna take what master gives you? Are you gonna let him breed this dirty cunt? Let him fill you to the brim with his potent seed?' He growls with no filter in his words.

I grit my teeth while my pussy sloppily drenches his cock in it's hold. 'Yes... please. I want it- ah!' He slaps my clit again, the sharp stinging sensation lingering in it's wake.

'Say it properly, Miss Harper.' He ordered.

I gather my thoughts together and whimper out the sentence. 'Please Master... please fill me up with your warm, sticky, potent seed...'

He hums low in satisfaction rubbing his thumb roughly against my clit.

'Good. Take it all. Don't spill a single drop. My little cumdumpster will get pregnant as a reward.' He grunts and I can see the vein close to his v line pulsing angrily. His cock throbbed inside of me, a clear sign he's about to cum.

'Yes... I'll bear your children...!' I cried as my own climax was reaching closer.

He'd give me three deep powerful strokes before groaning and flooding my pussy with his ginormous amount of cum. Thick globs pour out and spill on the desk then floor. He was still pumping so much inside me until it softened up. He slowly pulls his cock out with a loud squelch and stared down at his work with a proud expression his face.

I was just lying there, my body convulsing and so full of cum that I didn't register the Professor's voice.

"Begin the test."

A soft gasp escaped my lips and I look around to see all the students starting their test.

Fuck.

Did I have a sexual fantasy dream of him again?

Hesitantly, I glance downward and lifted up my skirt. The evidence of my arousal after that dream was right there. A sigh escapes my lips before pushing my skirt back down.

Unfortunately I can't focus on taking this test with... this problem, so I raise my hand.

Professor Dior had his reading glasses on which looked very sexy on him, and he was in the middle of reading a book. From the corner of his eye, he saw my hand and asked, "What is it, Miss Harper?"

"May I go to the restroom please?" I quickly asked. His brows knit into confusion.

"Finish your test, then you can go." He simply said before going back to his reading.

Fuck my life. I wanted to let him know it was an emergency but I hated making him say things twice. A small sigh escaped from me and my gaze glances down at my test.

If I can finish this quick...

With hurried hands, I answer the questions to the best of my capability and finished before everyone. I stood up and waddled over to him and handed my test. He raised a brow at me as if wondering if I'm okay.

My hands grip on the bottom of my skirt and I dash immediately out of the classroom to the bathrooms.

My shoes squeak on the bathroom floor as I entered into the stall, instantly locking it, and sitting on the toilet seat.

I flip my skirt, move my g string to the side and began to rub one out. I shove two fingers inside me, causing a moan to ripple out of my mouth as I threw my head back.

"Mm... Professor... Professor...!" I yelped and came hard--coating my fingers with cream.

A defeated sigh comes out of me. I need to rethink my life choices.