Oh my god! He's blackmailing me! "Are you threatening me? Are you saying I need to sleep with you or be charged with cheating?!" My heart was pounding and I could feel my face burning with anger. And his hand on my thigh was so warm!
"Cassie, you are a big girl. You need to take responsibilities for your actions. I'm just trying to help you." His hand continued its journey down between my thighs, under my skirt, to my satin panties.
I moaned in surprise. I can't do this, it’s wrong! He can't get away with this! But I seemed frozen in my chair as his palm pressed against my swollen mound. I tried to think of what I should do, but I couldn't think straight with the dean's hand on my pussy.
"Sir, this is wrong! We shouldn't do this."
He ignored my comment and all of a sudden he was kneeling in front of me, pulling my panties off. Once those were off, he tugged behind my knees so I slipped forward on the leather seat, my skirt hiked up, revealing my wide-spread thighs and bare pussy lips to his perverted gaze.
"You are a slut, aren't you Cassie? You shave your pussy, just waiting for a man to taste you."
Before I could object, he was devouring my pussy. He flicked his tongue over my clit before sucking it into his mouth. He reached up and ripped open my blouse, causing the top button to pop off and bounce to the floor. He fondled my bra encased tits as he pushed his tongue deep into me. His hands left my tits to explore my pussy. He nipped at my clit with his teeth, thrusting first one then two fingers inside me. I began pinching my nipples through my bra as his tongue nearly drove me mad. I felt a fire growing in the pit of my stomach. My breasts rose and fell whenever I could manage to breathe.
"Oh! Oh God!" I moaned quietly, partly because I couldn't get enough air, and partly because I half-remembered where we were. "Please!" I begged for him to stop.
He thrust his tongue in my cunt and a finger in my ass. I bit my lip as hard as I could to stifle my escaping moans. I could feel the impending orgasm brewing inside of me. Overpowered, I threw my head back and came like a volcano. He continued his pumping as I shuddered in the chair, riding wave after wave of the best orgasm I've ever had.
He withdrew his finger and mouth and I lay there for a moment, panting.
He grabbed my hands and pulled lightly, causing me to slide to my knees on the carpeted floor. We were both on our knees facing each other, when he pulled me against him and brought his mouth down on mine. His lips consumed mine. I couldn't help but thrust my hot little tongue into his. I barely noticed as he slid my blouse off and unhooked my bra.
He pulled away and sucked one of my newly bared nipples into his mouth, while rolling the other between his fingers. "You're such a hot little slut," he mumbled against my breasts. "Your tits are as incredible as I thought they'd be."
Suddenly, he stood up and unzipped his pants. "Your turn, my sexy little whore." He pulled out his hard cock. Before I even had a chance to take in its enormous size, his fingers were tangled in my hair, forcing himself into my mouth. I tried not to gag as his cock filled my mouth.
I sucked him hard as I pulled him out of my mouth. I circled my tongue around the head before sucking him back into my mouth. After less than a minute, he quickly pulled out of my mouth and hauled me up off the floor.
He bent me over his mahogany desk and flipped my skirt up onto my back. At this point, all I was wearing was my red plaid skirt and my white knee socks.
"It's time for you to get what you deserve." His cock stabbed into me like a steel rod. I gasped. The thrusting caused my nipples to rub against the wood.
"Fuck me!" I couldn't believe I was saying that! I wanted him to use me and call me a slut.
His fingers massaged my clit as his cock invaded me. "Your cunt is so tight! I've always wanted to fuck a nice innocent girl like you." I gasped as he stretched me, filling my pussy all the way to my cervix. His hand was now on the back of my neck, pushing me down onto the desk. He pulled my hips hard as he began thrusting rapidly in and out of my gripping cunt.
I was panting now, unable to keep up with the pace of his thrusts. All I could do was brace myself as his cock swelled within me, increasingly larger and larger until he tipped over the edge. He moved a hand to grip the back of my neck, pulling as hot cum began to spurt into my depths. He grunted as he came inside me, flooding me with his hot seed. I came with him, pain tightening my nipples. I was now grinding my clit against the edge of the desk as he pulled out of me, leaving me feeling empty.
I lay there for a moment trying to catch my breath. I heard the sound of a zipper. Suddenly, we heard a knock. I could make out the shadow of Mr. Wolczuk on the other side of the door.
"Better get out of here, slut. Wouldn't want him to wonder what you’re doing here."
"Don't worry," I assure him, "I'm a good girl." I smiled sweetly and left the office, walking quickly to the bathroom before the professor noticed the cum dribbling down my thigh.