Edelgard: The Teacher's Pet - Sex Stories

Edelgard: The Teacher's Pet

... pushes my face into his crotch. I’m immediately taken aback by this. What is he doing?

“Professor, wh-wh-” I start before being interrupted with,

“Shut up! I’ve presented you with my offer. Either take it or leave it. The door is right there.”

This is completely inappropriate. Professors shouldn’t be allowed to do this. But I can’t jeopardize my only chance to stay here. So all I can do is just concede to his order.

“That’s what I thought,” he punctuates, bringing his hand to the waistband of his pants, “But remember our agreement. Either you get out of this or you’re out of here.”

“Y-yes, sir,” is all I can manage to say,

“Good girl.”

He pulls down his pants along with his briefs, exposing his long hard shaft. He then grabs onto it with his free hand, brushing it along my face, chuckling in the process. It smells so weird. I don’t know how to feel about it. I can’t even think straight.

And before I even fully grasp what’s going on, he forces my mouth onto the head of his cock, taking me by surprise. He forces half of his cock down my throat, groaning in pleasure before bobbing my head up and down his length. All I can do is look up at him as I’m forced to take him in my throat.

I hate this. How am I supposed to focus on a way out of this with him making me do something so terrible? However I’m supposed to, I need to do it quickly. I can barely breathe and it tastes worse than it smells.

I try maneuvering my hands around to attempt to untie the ...

... rope, but the laces are just slightly out of my reach. But I have to keep trying. I can’t quit. I don’t have a choice.

He continues guiding my head up and down the length of his cock, groaning more and more with each descent.

“Yeah,” he says in between groans, “Such a good girl. You really want this school, don’t you? You can’t stand the thought of leaving, right? Then earn your right, you fucking slut. Earn your right to stay here.”

His words are not only hurting me, but they’re making me feel dirty. Why would he say something so demeaning? That’s not the professor I know. Who is he?

Minutes pass of me trying to grab onto my only means of freedom, while also trying not to pass out from lack of air in my lungs. But I’m failing at both. And the latter is making it that much worse for me. I can feel the strength leaving my body the more this goes on.

He then makes it worse by holding my head in place and thrusting his hips back and forth, poking his cock in and out of my throat even faster than he was bobbing my head. I can’t even concentrate with this going on. Please, make this stop.

And after moments of violating my throat, my prayers are finally answered. He slowly stops raping my throat, pulling me off of him. Once he’s out of my mouth, I immediately start taking in new air that my lungs have been craving all this time, coughing in the process. But before I can compose myself, he grabs my hair and pulls me to my feet, making me yell out in pain. He then ...