This is a stroke story. It's ridiculous and unrealistic. No one is worried about STDs, sizes are exaggerated, and people can fuck for hours without chafing. Also, this chapter has some sexualized violence (slapping and choking; no blood or bruising) and plenty of degrading language, so if that's not your cup of tea, take note. --- "We're not stopping until these are empty and my dick goes soft," I said, as my professor fondled my swollen balls. She just looked at me, her breath quickening. Even with my pheromones adding to her arousal and making it possible to take my shaft, she must have been feeling a bit sore.
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"No, I can't," she said. "It's too much, too big... and it's been too long anyway. Someone might hear if we keep going."
"Do you think I care? You've got me excited. Now you've got to deal with it."
"I am still your instructor, Mr. Beech. I'm not about to let a student at some pissant school take charge."
That's when I realized how to break her down. Dr. Carrington acted like she was too good to teach at my university. Even after fucking me until she was almost overwhelmed, she still thought she ran the show. I decided it was time she learned about our relative positions. I decided to start by showing her what I thought of her degree. I stood up, leaving her laying on her desk. "Don't take it personally--that was fantastic, but like I said before, this happens on my terms on not at all," she said. I stood still for a moment, and then I reach out and ripped her framed diploma from the wall, smashed the glass on her desk, and yanked it free. Then I held it in front of my cock with one hand while pumping furiously with the other, staring Dr. Carrington in the eyes all the while.
She started to exclaim, "No! What are you..." but by then it was too late. My cock erupted, spraying strand after strand of thick white cum at her precious degree, quickly blotting out her name, the university seal, and running down across the text. My orgasm seemed to last forever, and when it was done I was left holding a thoroughly saturated piece of paper, with long strings of spunk stretching from it to her floor.
Dr. Carrington was left gaping as I carelessly tossed her ruined diploma in the trash and followed it with the broken glass and wood from the shattered frame. I turned to her. "You're a terrible teacher. The only reason anyone takes your class is because they want to fantasize about fucking you. Your degree isn't worth shit to me; as far as I care, your only value is that I decided to let you empty my nuts. Now get over here and do your fucking job."
She whimpered a bit, and then rolled off the desk and dropped to her knees. I could see her lower lip quivering slightly. "What do you want me to do?" I grinned at her submission. It wasn't really fair to her; she had been inhaling my pheromones for quite a while now, and she'd come into contact with my sperm, which has all the same properties only more so. But she still submitted willingly.
"I ate you out earlier and you seemed to enjoy it. A good slut would return the favor." With that, Dr. Carrington crawled over to me, her eyes locked on my engorged cock and her mouth opened slightly. She drew closer, until my swollen head was brushing against her lips. She reached up and gripped the base of my shaft as her tongue snakes out and slid around me. She opened her mouth wider as I pressed my prick into her. Her eyes widened as her jaw was forced open. It looked like she was having a hard time handling my girth, but she managed to get a few inches into her mouth. Her head started to bob up and down on my first few inches, while her hand stroked up and down the remainder of my shaft.
"You know, it seems like I shouldn't call you 'Dr. Carrington' or 'professor' anymore. What's your first name, slut?" I asked
"Anne," she replied, pulling my prick from her mouth. She opened up to return to her work, but then I blindsided her with a quick open-handed slap to the side of her face. It took her a second to regain her wits, and afterward she looked up at me, a red handprint visible on her pale cheek. She opened her mouth to question me and got as far as "what" before I slapped her again in the same place. This time, when she looked back at me there were tears in her eyes and she simply kneeled there, one hand on my cock, mouth hanging open, as she tried to figure out why I was abusing her. I slapped her a third time, this time on the right side instead of the left, and grabbed her hair as she reeled. I yanked on it, using her strawberry-blonde locks as a grip to manhandle her.
"I didn't tell you to stop sucking, slut." She sniffed and shook in my grip, but she got the point and opened her mouth once again to take me in. Soon her head was bobbing in front of me and it seemed like my slut was enjoying herself. She had managed to relax her throat somewhat, and she was taking in a bit less than half of my throbbing shaft. Her saliva was flowing out of her stuffed mouth down the sides of my cock. Her hands were busy as well; one is steadily stroking the remainder of my length while the other was caressing my bloated balls. "Anne isn't a good name for a slut like you. I don't think I'm going to use it. From now on, I'll call you whatever I want and I expect you to answer to it." Her answer was unintelligible, since she didn't stop to take my cock out of her mouth. I smiled at her "You learn fast, doctor slut. That's good." The corners of her mouth turned up slightly at that--a smile, or at least as close as she could get given how much meat was in her mouth.
I let her keep pleasing me for a few minutes. Soon she went into high gear, pumping her hands and mouth in time, running up and down my prick. I felt the vibrations from her moans as I began to pump precum into her sucking mouth. She closed her eyes and I feel her tongue swirl madly around my head. The stimulation made my shaft grow a bit bigger and harder, causing her to choke momentarily.
