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Professor Barnes peered down his nose at you. His eyes were dark and heavy with lust. Hushed moans and silent sighs poured from his throat as you choked around his cock.
His dick was huge. Thick, veiny, and angry looking when you took it out of his slacks. Your mouth didn't fit around it initially, but with the pressure of his big hand behind your head you made do. Especially since he refused to let you use your hands.
You looked up at his blurry image, tears running down your face like small rivers. He ran a thumb against your wet cheeks. A smile graced his beautiful face as he licked at the salty taste.
"Doing so well for me. Such a good girl." He cooed, hands finding purchase in your hair.
You had a crush on Professor Barnes since he walked through the classroom doors. His no-nonsense attitude and stern demeanor made you weak in the knees. The gray in his otherwise brown hair also helped. Older men just did something for you.
So, when he suggested a private session to help with your grade in his atrociously hard class, you agreed. His tone was full of sex and the wink he threw your way made you want to sign up for a hundred sessions with him.
"You suck cock so well. Fuck, 'm gonna cum."
The blush on his cheeks and the blissful expression on his face made you giddy. You liked seeing his normally bitter features soften because of what you were doing to him. It hurt, but it was worth it to have his attention focused solely on you. Especially with the quiet praises that poured out of his mouth about how much he was enjoying himself.
It was a few minutes more of sucking and swallowing when his hand grabbed your chin to hold you to him.
"Swallow it all." His voice took on the harsh tone he used in class. "You fucking spill any of it and I'll dock your grade ten points for every drop."
There was no nodding. You couldn't pull away. You managed to relax your throat some when you started to taste him. It was an explosion of gooey, salty grossness. You'd never liked giving head to completion and this was why. Cum was disgusting to you.
Your breathing became ragged as you forced it down. A tiny dribble poured out from the corner of your overly stretched mouth. Professor Barnes watched with a cruel smirk.
He let your chin go so he could drag his finger against your mouth. Catching the cum, he brought it up to his face.
"I thought you'd be better, but I'll be nice this time. You seemed very scared of my cock."
"I -" you started, but he cut you off.
"Hush." His fingers smeared the now cold gunk on your cheek. "I'll only take off five points. But, you did such a good job taking me. You'll need to do a lot more to impress me if you want to pass, but I think you'll get there with more sessions."
All you could do was look down at the floor and nod. Your work was always handed back with messages complaining in some way how subpar it was. You were overly embarrassed now. You couldn't even suck him off well enough to pass.
"Now go. I've got a lot of work to do and other sessions."
The way he spoke sounded a lot like the suggestive tone he had used on you. Full of promise for something better than a normal teacher-student meeting.
"Oh," was all you could get out.
"What, you thought you were the only one?" He let out a sharp, quick laugh.
You wiped your face on your sleeve. "No, I just…I dunno what I expected." You admitted with a shrug.
It stung to hear him, to see his amusement at your crushed heart. You scrambled to your feet. You could hear him tuck himself back into his pants while you grabbed your things. Your hand reached for the door handle when you heard him speak.
"Same time next week," he called out.
You turned to look at him. The sickening taste of him was heavy in your mouth as if his cock was still down your throat.
"If you're better than this time, you just might pass. Now, go." He waved his hand at you dismissively, looking back to some paperwork on his desk.
You left his office to find a bathroom. You knew you had to do better, but it was going to be a long few weeks. His taste was as bitter as he was.