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Fictional characters over 18. Breeding and forced impregnation kink. Strictly fantasy fodder, totally self indulgent filthy smut. You've been warned.
The professor's hand gripped her throat. She could feel the squeeze of his fingers, the press of his thumb right below her jaw. She gasped against the tight constriction.
She couldn't believe that Professor Max Reavers was choking her as he drilled her with his cock straight into the bed in a hotel room overlooking the river, just blocks away from their college campus. While she lay there, holding her legs up for him. Her pussy feeling as sore and abused as her bottom, which was still smarting from her spanking.
Because Professor Reavers had done that, actually spanked her. Literally manhandled her as soon as she walked into the room using the keycard he'd left for her at reception, tore her clothes off, and forced her face down over his thighs. Grabbed her wrists together in an unbreakable grip, and spanked her ass with his dominant left hand.
When she screamed, he told her to shut the fuck up, and called her a slut.
"You wanted this," he reminded her. "This is what you asked for, slut."
Like, yeah, she wanted to sleep with him, because he was hot as hell and whenever he called on her in lecture, her panties got wet. But she hadn't asked to be spanked or called a demeaning name.
"I told you, if you showed up, this would be on my terms." He spanked her brutally hard. It wasn't a sexy, playful spanking. This was fucking real. He was blistering her ass. "I'm not one of your fraternity boys. I'm not going to fuck you like one, either."
She was actually blubbering. It was totally humiliating, to be sniveling and weeping for real, not in a cute way.
When he paused and thrust two thick fingers into her pussy, and fuck, they could both hear how wet she was. Then he spanked her some more, until she stopped yelping and beginning, and just subsided into sobs, hanging over his legs, totally resigned to letting him spank her until he was ready to stop.
He pushed her onto the floor between his feet and ordered, "Suck. You're always gonna suck me after I spank you, slut. Get my dick in your mouth and say thank you."
She was proud of how good she was at blowjobs, but she was feeling all discombobulated and usually she could take her time with a lot of teasing licks and stuff. But he just shoved his penis into her mouth and reminded her, "Say thank you, slut. Thank me for punishing you and giving you my cock."
The words were all garbled and incomprehensible, but that's what he wanted, she realized.
He pinched and twisted her nipples while he fucked her mouth and listened to the wet, sputtering sounds. Before she knew it, he was throwing her down on the bed and shoving her legs up, telling her to hold herself spread wide open for him, and he was fucking her. And yeah, she was wet, really, really wet, but however sodden her sex was, she still needed to stretch to accommodate him and it hurt. It felt crazy good but it hurt.
She tried to say, "Wait," and that's when he started choking her as his hips worked like a piston and fucked her brutally, without waiting, without mercy.
"Take it, slut," Professor Reavers hissed. "Fucking prick tease. Look at yourself. Poor little college girl getting used like the slut she is. Squeeze that tight pussy on me. See, I knew you could do it. I knew you could be a good fuck for me."
She felt her face turning red. She could still gasp for air, but oh fuck, this was hard to take. She couldn't wrap her mind around Professor Max Reavers talking to her like this. Overpowering her like this.
"You want to keep seeing me, you're going to throw away your birth control," he told her evenly. "That's the deal. I want my own college age breeder slut."
She moaned, eyes wide with fear...and a spark of unwilling interest.
"I want to fuck this tight, perfect body up," he continued. "Gonna fill you with my seed until it takes root and I've planted a baby in you. Keep you barefoot, naked, and in chains in my house."
She struggled a bit. He didn't notice. Just kept fucking her.
"You don't get to have my cum in your mouth or ass or on your body until that pregnancy test comes back positive," he growled. "Yeah, that makes you unhappy, doesn't it? My slut doesn't like that I'll be depriving her the taste of my cum. Then you better hope you get pregnant fast. You can swallow as much of my cum after that. Might make you mouth and anal only, until after the birth."
Closing her eyes, feeling dizzy and totally lost, she came. Her body quaking with an orgasm that wrecked her. Her pussy milked his cock, pulling his own climax until it boiled out of him in a gush of hot semen that bathed her insides.
"That's it," he grunted. "You'll take it just like that. Might have you knocked up before graduation. That degree's not going to do you much good."
Fictional characters over 18. Breeding and forced impregnation kink. Strictly fantasy fodder, totally self indulgent filthy smut. You've been warned.
The professor's hand gripped her throat. She could feel the squeeze of his fingers, the press of his thumb right below her jaw. She gasped against the tight constriction.
She couldn't believe that Professor Max Reavers was choking her as he drilled her with his cock straight into the bed in a hotel room overlooking the river, just blocks away from their college campus. While she lay there, holding her legs up for him. Her pussy feeling as sore and abused as her bottom, which was still smarting from her spanking.
Because Professor Reavers had done that, actually spanked her. Literally manhandled her as soon as she walked into the room using the keycard he'd left for her at reception, tore her clothes off, and forced her face down over his thighs. Grabbed her wrists together in an unbreakable grip, and spanked her ass with his dominant left hand.
When she screamed, he told her to shut the fuck up, and called her a slut.
"You wanted this," he reminded her. "This is what you asked for, slut."
Like, yeah, she wanted to sleep with him, because he was hot as hell and whenever he called on her in lecture, her panties got wet. But she hadn't asked to be spanked or called a demeaning name.
"I told you, if you showed up, this would be on my terms." He spanked her brutally hard. It wasn't a sexy, playful spanking. This was fucking real. He was blistering her ass. "I'm not one of your fraternity boys. I'm not going to fuck you like one, either."
She was actually blubbering. It was totally humiliating, to be sniveling and weeping for real, not in a cute way.
When he paused and thrust two thick fingers into her pussy, and fuck, they could both hear how wet she was. Then he spanked her some more, until she stopped yelping and beginning, and just subsided into sobs, hanging over his legs, totally resigned to letting him spank her until he was ready to stop.
He pushed her onto the floor between his feet and ordered, "Suck. You're always gonna suck me after I spank you, slut. Get my dick in your mouth and say thank you."
She was proud of how good she was at blowjobs, but she was feeling all discombobulated and usually she could take her time with a lot of teasing licks and stuff. But he just shoved his penis into her mouth and reminded her, "Say thank you, slut. Thank me for punishing you and giving you my cock."
The words were all garbled and incomprehensible, but that's what he wanted, she realized.
He pinched and twisted her nipples while he fucked her mouth and listened to the wet, sputtering sounds. Before she knew it, he was throwing her down on the bed and shoving her legs up, telling her to hold herself spread wide open for him, and he was fucking her. And yeah, she was wet, really, really wet, but however sodden her sex was, she still needed to stretch to accommodate him and it hurt. It felt crazy good but it hurt.
She tried to say, "Wait," and that's when he started choking her as his hips worked like a piston and fucked her brutally, without waiting, without mercy.
"Take it, slut," Professor Reavers hissed. "Fucking prick tease. Look at yourself. Poor little college girl getting used like the slut she is. Squeeze that tight pussy on me. See, I knew you could do it. I knew you could be a good fuck for me."
She felt her face turning red. She could still gasp for air, but oh fuck, this was hard to take. She couldn't wrap her mind around Professor Max Reavers talking to her like this. Overpowering her like this.
"You want to keep seeing me, you're going to throw away your birth control," he told her evenly. "That's the deal. I want my own college age breeder slut."
She moaned, eyes wide with fear...and a spark of unwilling interest.
"I want to fuck this tight, perfect body up," he continued. "Gonna fill you with my seed until it takes root and I've planted a baby in you. Keep you barefoot, naked, and in chains in my house."
She struggled a bit. He didn't notice. Just kept fucking her.
"You don't get to have my cum in your mouth or ass or on your body until that pregnancy test comes back positive," he growled. "Yeah, that makes you unhappy, doesn't it? My slut doesn't like that I'll be depriving her the taste of my cum. Then you better hope you get pregnant fast. You can swallow as much of my cum after that. Might make you mouth and anal only, until after the birth."
Closing her eyes, feeling dizzy and totally lost, she came. Her body quaking with an orgasm that wrecked her. Her pussy milked his cock, pulling his own climax until it boiled out of him in a gush of hot semen that bathed her insides.
"That's it," he grunted. "You'll take it just like that. Might have you knocked up before graduation. That degree's not going to do you much good."
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