(Hope y’all are enjoying the longer format on these stories – whew it adds to the writing time let me tell ya!)
(The good Professor’s submissive side is unleashed, and her Dom and herself are in for a wild ride)
I’m really enjoying myself, as anyone in my position would. I have this very hot MILF professor that has let me fuck her in every usable opening, and I still have some time left. On top of that, she IS enjoying herself, though I’m not going to point that out…yet. Seems I’ve cracked open the submissive side of Stacey Putnam, so I decide to continue the enjoyment by seeing HOW submissive she really is.
Remembering that we started this as anything but willing, I tell her “Climb on top of me now.” As I shift to sitting up on the bed, my back against the backboard. Stacey responds as she should, moving and then starts to straddle me. She grabs my happy hard one and lines it up with her pussy and sinks down with a long, groaning moan. Boy it looks great as it slides right in. I respond by holding her hips so she is fully impaled on me, saying “Grind like this…yes-s-sss…”. Seeing her riding me as I wished, I take both nipples in between my thumbs & forefingers and say “Do you like that dick in you?”
“Yes….Ahhh…. it’s just the right size.”
“The right size for what”
“The right size for me.” Then she tries to start bouncing but I prevent it. Stacey whimpers and adds “Please Sir…” and tries to kiss me, but I still prevent her from doing anything except grinding on me, fully impaled.
“The right size for WHAT.”
“For my pussy” she finally says.
I have managed to get a hand on a very short ‘mini’ riding crop I had tossed on the bed earlier. “you may bounce on me now,” I say.
I barely have that sentence out, and this MILF professor changes up, and promptly begins bouncing up and down. “Good Girl. Tell me you like riding this dick”
“I do!” Stacey says, energetically. The submissive side of her has broken thru, and she is fully embracing it. She should be able to help, but she just can’t. It’s the first real time she’s had memorable sex in a long time, and This man is good at what he’s doing, damn his hide.
Stacey really likes it when she can bounce hard on a dick. And now she’s getting to do that very thing, plus, a Real Man is making her submit, and that in turn is making her melt. Stacey has her eyes close, concentrating on the feeling, when she gets the first hard SMACK! on her ass. It makes her jump and all but gush at the same time.
I had gone from squeezing her breasts to holding my fuck-toys hips, so getting a hand on the short crop was easy. At the first crack across her ass, the good “feminist” Professor Putnam seemed shocked as expected, but dammed if she wasn’t suddenly wetter! You KEEP fucking me, woman” I said
SMACK! Stacey Putnam jumped again in response to the crop striking her. This time she emitted a yelp and added “Yes Sir!” SMACK! Now he had gotten the other cheek. There was just something about ‘impact play’ that made Stacey Putnam wet. SMACK! Number four, and she looked at This man and pleadingly said “Please Sir…Please let me fuck you!” and she bounced harder in order to please him. She could feel her pussy getting wetter at the thought of pleasing him.
Stacey Putnam fucking me like this was sight to see, that was for sure. “I like watching you bounce up and down on me. To watch the pleasure on you face, your breasts bouncing and your juices coating my dick.”
“I am glad you like it Sir.” Stacey responded. She even smiled
“Lean back, woman….more” I command
Stacey leans back, placing her hands on my thighs. She groans because it pushes her pussy forward. I reach in and start rubbing her clit with my thumb.
“Oh Gahhh…… I can’t believe that gel is getting me so amp’d up.” She said, groaning. Her face is red and she is twisting her head right and left and making whimpering groans.
“Stacey Putnam. I am going to keep rubbing until you cum. I want to feel that pussy squeeze my dick when you cum. I want to feel your juice leak out around me. I want to watch your face as you cum.”
She has a pleading look on her flushed face as she nods and says “Oh,,OK…Yes sir.”
I start pressing and rubbing her clit harder. She lets out a groan of pain. “Am I pressing too hard?”
“Yes Sir a little easier please.”
I ease up the pressure but rub faster. She has now shamelessly rolling her hips on me. Every here and there she rolls her hips too much and my hand falls off. I reach back in and get back too it. Which always gets a loud gasp as I start over.
Stacey feels like she is hyperventilating. It is wonderful and absolutely-wonderfully torturous at the same time, and she jams her hips down onto me pushing my hand away. She tilts her head back and loudly yells ” OH – FFFUUCCCKKK!!!”. This position causes her to only be able to shake and convulse as she orgasms, and then just collapses off This Man & on to her side. Her body shivering slightly every now and then.
With no hesitation whatsoever I stand and walk quickly around the bed. My fuck-toy knows, and obediently opens her mouth, and I shove myself right in. Stacey has conveniently landed at the edge of the bed, so I am able to push deep from the start. I’d like to be able to describe how I throat-fucked this MILF at great length, but after this level of fucking, the truth was I could feel my balls tightening very quickly. After too few strokes to mention I pull out, and dump a few good ropes of my milky goo on Stacey Putnam’s face. At last the good Professor is properly marked.
Stacey was still having the quivering after-effects of the full on submissive orgasm when This Man, HER Dominant Man, proceeded to coat her face in his ejaculate. It’s meaning was no lost on her, either. Professor Stacey Putnam’s dark secret, the one she had sought so hard to keep buried, was out. That door to her very submissive side was now standing wide open.
Stacey took a towel that had been left on the nightstand and wiped her face. She had a feeling of embarrassment & deep shame. Her recent orgasm experiences were absolutely incredible, yet they came at an equally high cost. As a result, the floodgates opened, and Stacey Putnam began to cry, and then sob.
I had figured at some point, this would happen. Commonly known as “reactance” according to the info I had dug up on the BDSM lifestyle. Knowing that Stacey Putnam had styled herself a ‘feminist’ for some time would be a factor in making it worse for sure. That also meant I had to walk a line between asshole and understanding in order to keep this from blowing up in my face.
I presented her a few tissues, then put an arm around her as she cried it out. At least she let me touch here, which was a good thing. “Calm down Stacey, it’s going to be OK you know.” I say, very quietly, as she continues to cry. Finally, after a bit more, Stacey Putnam gets control of herself, and speaks.
“The Hell it is, Ok I mean” she says. “I NEVER wanted this part back out again…yet here the FUCK it is.”
“Look,” I tell her, remaining calm, “A person can’t hide who they are. And this is part of you, obviously. It’s like I said, soon enough, I’ll move on, and you can again tuck this away.” Shifting on the bed to be facing her, I said, “Now Stacey, look at me, really.” Seeing her do that, somewhat sheepishly, I continue “My plan all along has been to have a bit of fun, and at the end, to of course get that C, which I need to keep the scholarship. I already know I’m getting both, so really you have, what, today, and maybe tomorrow? Then, I’m gone. Tell me, when do they announce tenure?”
“end of next week” she said, meekly
“So we have a bit more fun, and you’re home free, first problem handled.” She nodded, and looked away. “So really, the only question is your submissive side. Stacey, be really honest, you have enjoyed this, haven’t you?”
Stacey looked away. She couldn’t answer
“Come on…. You have, right? It’s OK to admit it. We both know you did. Work with me, Stacey.”
Stacey nodded.
“Ok. I’m also willing to bet this experience has been really intense. So here is what I am going to suggest. Let’s back up a half-step. What you need is attention that isn’t sexual. You need reassurance, to let you know this door being open is Ok, and it is, Stacey. I’m familiar with some techniques related to this, so I tell you what, let’s just re-trench, and take things easy. Are you Ok to follow my lead on this? All I need is a tiny bit of trust. Nod if you have to.”
Stacey nodded.
***
‘Damn This Dominant Man is good’ Stacey thought. Stacey was in a place mentally, so mentally tied up, she couldn’t respond after she had nodded. So he had found her panties and put them back on her, his Boxer Briefs back on himself. Then he laid her face down on the bed, and as once before, proceeded to give her a lengthy, deep massage. LOTS of touching, but none sexual, and all of it totally relaxing.
One thing that Stacey Putnam had always hated was that men would just fuck her, then off they’d go, either physically, as in leaving, or mentally, as in sleeping or the like. Again, This Dominant Man, whom she was now simply thinking of as “Him/He”, first stretched out beside her as she lay there, ad ever-so-lightly traced his fingers up and down her back, up & across her shoulders, then all the way back down past her hips. The limit of his reach, then working slowly back again.
I liked it as Stacey Putnam rolled over, onto her back. She had a slightly different look, and it made me think that she had mentally turned a corner? I just kept it up, and she lay there, enjoying the attention, a large, broad smile on her face. I took one hand and moved it above her head, earning a puzzled, smiling look, but she didn’t resist. The second hand followed.
“You are not allowed to move those hands.” I told her with a wry grin, and I kissed my way down her taut middle to her soft pubic mound. Stacey Putnam was already moving those panties down her hips by the time I dropped below her cute little belly button (hers is an ‘in’, by the way), so removing them was not an issue, to say the least. Stacey parted her legs as I slid between those thighs, & I was greeted by the musk of her arousal and the glistening of her swollen vulva.
Stacey stared at This Dominant Man with that partial smile and with a “Mmmmmm…” she moaned in anticipation. He had the right thing, in that he had made her feel secure…and wanted. And now, Professor Stacey Putnam wanted HER Dominant man.
This gorgeous MILF wanted me, and I dove in. I started at the bottom of her dripping nook and dragging my tongue from the top of her little rosebud, through her wet lips and ending as my tongue slathered over her clit. I traced her labia back down one side, and gave her another slow lick up, once again caressing her warm bright pink clit with my tongue.
“Ohhhhhhh” Stacey moaned a little louder.
She now began to move her hips with me as I licked again, suckled, repeated, tracked back down, and licked again.
After several laps around her pussy, Stacey Putnam was tensing with anticipation, & as I approached her clit, so I gave it my undivided attention. I licked around it, swirling my tongue, and then using my lips to push up the little hood to subject her love button to my oral assault.
“Ohh! Ohhh! Stacey groaned out, this time much louder. Stacey liked what her Dominant (Dom) was doing with her. The Oral was right on the mark, and the building anticipation showed his considerable skill.
I took her reddening clit between my lips and massaged it with my lips, playing as though I was chewing it. I got the reaction I was hoping for as Stacey was beginning to squirm hard, her breathing ragged. I released that clit, licked all around it, and then took it back in between my lips and began to hum with it there.
“Fffffffuck!” she cried out as her hands came down and mashed my face into her quaking pussy, and her legs tensed. This one was from down deep, and Stacey bucked and shook as the orgasmic wave overtook her.
I did my best to lick, hum, and suck as Stacey Putnam had a screaming orgasmic climax, then she relaxed and let me breathe.
“well someone liked that…and moved their hands.” I said
“Please Sir…PLEASE fuck me.” Stacey said as she panted.
Stacey required little more than a nudge from her Dom to turn and move to all fours. She spread her knees apart. She waited to feel him fill her, and the touch of his hand on her butt made her gasp. “Fuck me Sir! Fuck me hard!”
The sight of Stacey Putnam, feminist Professor begging me to fuck her with her ass stuck in th air required NO further prompting. I moved in behind her, but could not resist feeling her ass. I was going to take my time, and control this, so I moved my hands all over it, kneading the globes and caressing her hips. My hands followed them to her waist, getting a surge of adrenaline as I thought how it would feel to use her hips as a lever to drive myself deep into her pussy.
My hands left her waist and they reached underneath to find her free breasts. I kneaded them slowly, feeling how heavy they were; how firm, and how tight the nipples had constricted. I ground my hips into hers, trying to erase just a little of my frustration, but there was only one way out.
“Please, Sir.” Stacey begged.
Who was I to say no? I rubbed my cock inside her, teasing, and then I pushed it in firmly, feeling her wonderful pussy yield to accept me. “Ohhhhhh. Yeah, that’s my girl ” I said as I began to slowly fuck her.
I moved in and out slowly, savoring the way her pussy milked my cock. This added more to the tide building behind me, forcing me to move faster. I was rapidly losing control. My pace quickened and it fed on itself. Each thrust in sent a jolt of pleasure that would demand another. The faster I went; the louder my lust yelled for more. Then I realized it wasn’t all lust that I was hearing.
“Yes! Fuck me! Harder! Harder!’
“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
I yelled a grunting roar above Stacey’s own shouts, as my hips locked into hers and I pounded away, then held tight as the dam burst I finally came. I felt myself spurt once, twice, and then a third time. After the recent events it couldn’t have been too much, but wow it felt like a fucking gallon. Now it was my turn. I shivered, convulsed, and saw little black spots, as I had a massive orgasm.