Pleasures of Continuing Education

Her pussy was inches from his face between the way he was sitting and where she was standing. They both knew a hard thought would be enough to drive his sinful tongue into her aching core, and that she'd have her sweet, glorious release in minutes. Her pussy demanded she shove her need in his face, and force him to satiate her desires, but her mind knew she was no longer in control. Part of her desperately wished he would ignore her rules just so that she could get off; just so that she could fuck him and not feel like she'd let herself down by breaking her rules. She knew it would never happen though: it never had before. She knew his needs were as wild and desperate as hers, but she also knew that he'd never force himself on her without her consent. It was one of the reasons she always got so hot for him because she respected the caged beast she knew lived in his heart.

The proximity of her lust drove him wild. His brain couldn't understand why her pussy was a hair's breath away from his face, and his mouth wasn't devouring her. He knew his resolve was good, but even this might prove too much for him, he thought—he needed to act quickly before he did something foolish. "Slut, didn't I just tell you I didn't want your pussy in my face?" he hissed. She nodded quickly in compliance, but he wasn't looking at her; his brain was still mesmerized by the throbbing wetness in front of him. From his vantage point, he'd been able to watch her pussy contract as the air from his words hit her labia, and from the tenseness of her pose, he knew she must have swallowed an appreciative moan. Yes, he thought, proximity might definitely work in his favor. Her tentative voice was what finally drew his eyes back up to her face. "How then would you like me, Master?" Every way he could get her, was what his mind supplied, but the words he said were, "Bend over the desk, leaning on your elbows with your ass in the air. And keep your legs open." He'd added the last bit sternly just in case she mistook his intentions. Nodding meekly, she complied.

As soon as she was positioned, her ass as temptingly close to his face as her pussy had been, he stood up from the chair. At first, her mind briefly thought he was going to walk out and leave her in this position until she realized he was done playing; however, her fear was quickly squelched as she felt him close the tiny gap between them. She felt safe closing her eyes since she knew he couldn't see her face. Behind her eyelids, she could envision the meaty cock that was straining against her ass through his pants. She remembered every glorious inch of it down to the wonderful purple hue it would take on when she teased his cock and sac for hours before finally letting him fuck her as hard and desperate as he wanted. If she'd only release him from his promise, she knew tonight would be one of those nights, that this could be one of the greatest fucks she'd ever had. She could feel her resolve dissolving, but even still, she couldn't break her rule—no matter how much she wanted to.

He ground his dick against her ass lightly as he stood up—just enough to let her know the threat was there, just enough to make her feel truly vulnerable. As he leaned over her, he made sure to keep her body as completely obscured as he could. He figured from the way he was standing, someone casually glancing over would just think he was messing with his laptop, and not trying to convince some horny little slut to fuck him. Using his chest, he pushed her torso closer to the desk, flattening her breasts against the cold wood. She hissed quietly as her overly sensitive nipples reacted to the pressure and the coldness at the same time: his cock twitched against her ass at the sound, and as much as he didn't want to rush his plan, he didn't know how much longer he'd be able to hold out. Using the hand closest to the window, he began caressing her naked ass while using his hips to grind his dick against her ass and her pussy against the hard edge of the desk.

Her senses went haywire. Between the sting of the desk edge, the pressure on her tits, his calloused hand on her smooth ass and his commanding dick pressed against her ass, she didn't know which way was up. If he didn't stop soon, she'd cum whether he touched her pussy or not. As badly as she wanted release, she knew she couldn't cheat him of his opportunity to stop her from orgasming—however much she wanted to. "Master, please, if you don't stop, I'm going to cum soon," she moaned as audibly as she dared. As soon as she said it, both of their minds held the same thought: if she disobeyed him, then naturally she'd have to be punished—it was one of the rules. "Under no circumstance are you to cum before I explicitly tell you that you can. If you do, then I'll be forced to punish you. Do you understand me?" he whispered sternly in her ear. She nodded as emphatically as she could, given her situation. Although he knew she understood him, he needed to hear her say it, needed to know that she accepted what was going to happen and that it was what she wanted.

"Say it!" he demanded harshly making sure to grind against her particularly hard to illustrate his point.

"I understand, Master," she moaned. She wanted him so badly, wanted to feel him stretching her pussy beyond its endurance before making her take even more. Her heart and her pussy rejoiced at her having given him the key to take the decision away from her. She was going to get to cum and have him fuck her all in one visit. The feeling almost made her looming orgasm insignificant.

With her verbal assent, he ratcheted up his assault. He wanted to be able to finger her, but the angle was too awkward unless he was willing to flip her over, which he wasn't. Instead, he used his hips to keep her pussy angled in such a way that every time he ground against her, her clit was forced against the edge of the desk. As soon as he'd consistently found the spot he wanted—which he figured out through her intermittent squeaks and sighs as he pulsated against her ass—he began grinding against her harder and harder. He knew she wasn't a screamer, but from their previous trysts, he knew the signs to look out for signaling her orgasm—namely, her nails digging into his hand grounding her to this reality as well as the steady hitching in her breath—before she finally slumped against the desk, a contented smile on her face.

Just as she was drifting off into her post-orgasmic haze, she felt his need pressing against her. Even if she hadn't, his fist-full of her hair immediately let her know that he wasn't done with her. Even before he spoke, she began planning out the apologetic speech they both knew she didn't mean. "Someone was a very, very bad little slut, wasn't she? You expressly disobeyed my orders for you not to cum, whore. Now I'm going to have to punish you so that you know not to do it again." Despite his words, he sounded almost pleased with her, which was true. He knew if she didn't really want to fuck him then she didn't need to let him know when he'd found the spot with her clit; she could've let herself hover on the edge without hitching her breath that little bit extra to make herself cum. No, he knew she wanted him to fuck her, so despite her disobedience he was pleased because it meant he was going to get more than a warm shower and a quick tug from himself to satisfy his own needs. Yes, he was very pleased with the wet, little slut that she was.

"Please, Master, I didn't mean to disobey you. Your ministrations were too much for my weak body. I couldn't control myself."

"Well, then, I guess it's up to me to teach you, isn't it?"

"It's not up to me to decide what actions you should take, Master."

"At least you recognize that much, slut." He waited for a second before deciding what he wanted to do next: play or fuck. His aching dick was seriously cautioning him against the former, but he wanted to make her beg for his dick before finally giving in to her. "Do you know anywhere where we can have complete privacy?" he asked in all seriousness. She thought for a moment. Her senior year, she'd accidently discovered one of the graduate study rooms up here didn't lock from the outside, and unless someone had fixed it since she graduated, it would be the perfect place. "Gimme a second, and I'll check." As she straightened up, she turned to face him, "Is it alright if I rebutton a couple of these?" motioning to her shirt. Instead of answering, he reached out and rebuttoned the two buttons in the middle of her shirt, then lightly swatted her on the ass. He couldn't wait much longer.

Luckily, the graduate holes were right next to the corrals she'd chosen to meet him at, so she didn't have far to walk and the closet-like room she was looking for was the second down from the end. Quietly, she knocked on the door to see if anyone was in there already. When no one responded, she tried the door. Thankfully, it opened; she wasn't sure what she would've done otherwise. The thought of fucking him—despite her initial desire not to—was practically making it hard to breathe, she wanted him that badly. She left the door slightly ajar before walking back to him. "I have someplace," she said simply then turned around and walked back. Despite his own discomfort, he followed as quickly as he could, afraid this brief interlude might have changed her mind. As he followed her into the room, he instantly noticed how cramped it was—between the two chairs, the sturdy wall-mounted desk and them, there wasn't much extra space. It seemed perfect. She sat on the desk with her legs spread, both as an invitation and as an effort to create more space in the room for his muscular frame. He took her offer for what it was, and slid into the chair between her legs. Before anything else happened, she had to be sure of one thing, "You know my rule. Even if I do deserve to be punished, if you don't have protection..." He nodded quickly, pulling out his wallet to show her a brand new condom. "Then where were we?" she cooed. There were a million things he wanted to say, but his frustration got the better of him. With her legs spread so invitingly wide and her pussy once again inches from his face, he decided to give them what they both wanted.

Part of her expected him to keep up the game, even with her obvious overtures to forego the charade; however, the charade was what had made this okay for her, so maybe he thought it was necessary to keep her from changing her mind. As soon as she felt his demanding tongue licking the edges of her pussy though, her mind was no longer within her control: she couldn't have told him to stop if she wanted to, and she definitely didn't want to. It'd been too long since she'd let any man do this to her. In fact, the last time she'd let any man lick her cunt let alone fuck her had been the last time they'd had sex. It was part of why she'd been so scared to have sex with him again. She was afraid she was falling in love with him. Every time they had sex, it became harder and harder for her to go back to her life without him, to let other men look at her let alone touch her. Her freedom was slipping away from her and she didn't know how to stop it. As she leaned back against the wall, pushing more of her eager pussy into his mouth, part of her wondered how much of her freedom she really needed.

One of her delicate hands worked its way into his soft, short brown hair partially so that she could hold him closer to the sweet nectar flowing from her nethers, but also so that she could massage his scalp with her nails. She knew he enjoyed the added sensation against his skin because his contented humming vibrated against her lower lips making her even wetter for him.

He loved toying with her when she was this open to him because he knew once his cock got inside of her all of his restraint would be destroyed. She'd cum quickly enough against the desk edge, but he knew he could keep her going for hours with his mouth. It briefly crossed his mind that since they'd started sleeping together, even as infrequently as they did, he never went down on any other women. He'd tried to once after their first encounter, but even back then, it didn't feel the same, it didn't feel as natural. She must've noticed his distraction because he could feel her hand gently, but insistently, pushing his face deeper into her crotch. What a difference from the first time he'd done this to her.

Back then, she'd told him that she didn't like men going down on her because it didn't do anything for her. He insisted though, promising that he was better at it, that he'd be able to show her what she'd been missing. It was a good thing he performed so well under pressure, although for awhile whenever they met up the first thing she made him kiss was her pussy. Something about her eagerness to have him eat her out pleased him, like a gift he knew she kept exclusively for him. As a result, he made sure never to disappoint the expectations he knew she harbored for his attentions.

She knew he was trying to keep her on the brink of orgasm. The careful flicks of his tongue against her clit. The almost ladylike slurps he was taking from the juice flowing out of her cunt. If only he'd insert his fingers into her passage, or suck or nibble on her clit, she knew she'd be undone, but instead, he continued his slow, relentless torture. In some ways, she was more a slave to his desires when he wasn't dominating her because once he got going on her, he had the patience of a saint, and nothing she could say or do would convince him to speed up his actions. Instead of focusing on how badly she needed him to get her off, she decided to think about how to make him want to get her off, just so they could finally get on to the fucking. Using the hand that wasn't gripping his head to her pussy, she unbuttoned the two buttons he'd closed for her when looking for the empty room. Once the buttons were open, it was easy for her to shrug the shirt off letting it pool at her waist. She thought for a moment about taking it off completely, but she realized that doing so would force her to disrupt his activities between her legs, and that was completely unacceptable to her. Besides, she kind of liked the idea of having her hands somewhat restrained once he decided to penetrate her tender folds with his throbbing cock.

With her one hand stroking his head and her other hand effectively trapped slightly behind her because of her shirt, she was forced to arch her back making her pert tits even more prominent. If only there was some way for her to reach her nipples, she'd be able to get herself off, but short of dislodging him from her dripping mound, there was nothing she could do. As much as she didn't want to interrupt him French kissing her lower lips, she had a more desperate need to feel him fully sheathed inside her. Since making her body beg for his attention didn't seem to be working, she decided to see if she could convince him with auditory clues.

"Please," she begged. "Please, just fuck me already. I need to cum with you inside me, squeezing you as hard as I can." She knew he liked hearing her beg because she could feel his smile against her pussy; however, he still refused to speed up his ministrations. She kept trying, making sure to hitch her breath every few words, "I need to feel you ramming your thick, delicious cock into me, bruising my ass against this desk, yanking my head back by my hair so I can lick the sweat from your chest." It was becoming obvious to her that he was envisioning her suggestion because his tongue began losing the constancy of its rhythm as his own breathing began turning ragged. She was so close to orgasming, she had to stop herself from shifting her hand from his head to her clit to push herself over the edge. He needed to cave soon, and either let her cum or pierce her cunt with his demanding cock and fuck her like the wet little slut she always turned into around him. "I beg you," she began moaning, "fuck me hard. Show me how such a dirty, little bitch really deserves to be treated. I need you to split me apart from the bottom up, leave me so sore that I can barely crawl let alone walk."

That did it! She felt an insistent pressure against the hand between her legs as he tried to tear his face from her crotch. As soon as her hand fell away, she felt his rough facial bristle scrub against her thrumming core, as he tilted his head up from between her legs to stare into her face. The raw hunger and sheer animalism that she saw in the murky hazel of his eyes scared her, but she shoved the feeling away. He'd never hurt her beyond her endurance before, so she didn't feel as if she had anything to be fearful of now. She could almost feel a tangible pressure in his gaze as his eyes caressed her lips and tweaked her taut nipples. The magnetic pull of his eyes was finally broken when he exhaled, blowing cold air into her sensitive passage causing her to jump a little; her involuntary start seemed to please him. She vaguely registered his hands moving around in his lap, but it didn't occur to her what he was doing until she saw the empty condom wrapper laying on the far edge of the desk.

Her momentary distraction was all he needed. As soon as she had glanced over to look at the condom's packaging, he gripped her knees and pulled her into his lap. She hissed a little as the edge of the desk scrapped against her bare ass, but it quickly turned into a contented hum as she felt the swell of him resting parallel to her pussy. To keep her from giving him an impromptu lap dance, and causing him to cum far too quickly, he held her hips fast in with a bruising grip. The smallest of whimpers escaped her mouth, but he knew she could take it, so he refused to relent. He knew she was ready for him already from her seeping wetness to his earlier handjob and his aborted oral ministrations, but still he waited before shredding her apart with his dick. He knew that if he could hold out a little longer, that she would be willing to do just about anything just to feel him nestled inside her honey-coated depths. Concentrating on his breathing, he waited until her frustration with his pacing overwhelmed her again.

"Why won't you fuck me? Did I do something to displease you?" she whispered plaintively.

"No, you haven't. Watching your little cupid-bow mouth beg though, always manages to give me the best hard-ons of my life," he replied almost smiling.

"Please, sir, let me feel you inside me. Use me like a dirty little whore to fulfill your needs."

Even seated, he still had a few inches of height on her, so as she spoke to him, she was forced to gaze up at him through her lashes. The angle of her face along with the half-hooded, lust-glazed look she gave him undid his resolve to get her to crack first. He needed to be inside her pussy, and he needed to be there right now. Using his hands to guide her, he lifted her a few inches off his lap and then lined up his throbbing dick with her entrance. Part of him just wanted to shove her down on his cock, but he wanted to enjoy the sensation of being inside her for at least a few minutes before blowing his load. She kept the walls of her pussy clenched as he pushed himself inside her, inch by glorious inch. Even with as wet as she was, the added resistance made his insertion a slow going process. She hissed as he worked himself into her; she hadn't been kidding when she'd said that she was virgin-tight. It'd been too long since her body had had to accommodate a man, let alone one of his considerable girth. Eventually though, he was completely inside her. He retained his grip on her hips so that he'd be better able to enjoy the moment without her squirming, although he couldn't control her occasional vaginal muscle spasms that kept trying to milk his dick without her having to move. He closed his eyes breathing out hard though his nose, trying to concentrate. She seemed determined to get him to embarrass himself.