Submitting To Professor Kent Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Submitting To Professor Kent Ch. 02

... society. I shouldn’t have brought Professor Kent into my messed up world just to waste his time on stupid me!

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled.

“Don’t apologize to me,” his voice boomed, making me jump. “You’re punishing yourself. You’re wounding yourself. You’re willing yourself to fail. Why?”

I lowered my head and briefly considered hiding my face under the covers as if I were younger and could end my problems that way. Lost in my spiraling thoughts of self-degradation, I didn’t notice the Professor climbing into bed until I felt the bed shake. His pants stretched as he mounted my tiny thighs. Never, had I felt so small and fragile as I had in that moment.

Taking my wrists above my head, he plastered them outstretched against the plush pillows. The position forced my chest to protrude and the covers to slide off my bare breasts. The cool air hardened my aching nipples. I felt a change happen as his left-handed thumb looped over both my wrists like the tiny eighteen-year-old girl I was. I tugged one of my arms away just to test his grip, but I couldn’t even budge an inch.

When I turned my face away from his, the Professor’s right palm pressed on the side of my face, forcing my gaze to look up at him. I felt calloused grooves on his palm along my cheek. The professor’s hand was massive compared to me. He could crush my skull if he wanted, but instead, his firm hand brushed down my cheek and lips softly, curling my lower lip down as it passed by.

What is he going to ...

... do? Is he… is he going to fuck me? Am I ready to lose my virginity? Did it even matter if I wasn’t?

“Stop hiding from the truth,” he said. “Stop hiding from the pain. Nothing changes when we ignore a thing.”

His right hand slid down to my chest and circled my bare breasts in a gentle sort of way. His fingers took the time to circle and activate each of my nipples. They twisted and pulled on them just to the point of unbearableness before switching to another. My eyes danced from wide to squint as I chewed on my lips nervously. It was intoxicating and painful to be forced to stare back at the man as he stared down at me. His square jaw fixed in a bemused scowl at my delightful agony.

When his hand raised to my throat, I wasn’t prepared for the deep passionate kiss he pressed on my lips. My eyebrows went high as his tongue pressed inside my mouth, and suddenly, I was glad to already be lying in bed because I thought I could faint again. The kiss grew more intense as I heard the metal buck of his belt clang and felt his weight adjust above me as he removed his clothes and ripped the blankets off my naked body.

We must have been making out for minutes, but it felt like it was over in an instant. When he broke the kiss, my eyes fluttered open, and the shadows of the room now defined each and every muscle on my professor’s physique. His pecs and abs loomed over me, twitching as he adjusted his hips. I looked lower and saw his massive, stiff cock flex over my belly. The ...