Throat Fucking, Art of Deep Throating 101 part one
I have been sucking cock for a very long time. But I wasn’t always the incredibly talented cock slut that I am today. I had to learn all the tips and tricks that make a man bust his nut down my throat without fully realizing why. I’m a very petite girl, by anyone’s standards. My body proportions are a lot smaller than other girls… But one thing I have that is bigger than most, is my mouth.
I can wrap my lips around a rock hard thick cock, and go to town on it. Sloppy, dirty, enthusiastic work is what I am known for. But It wasn’t until recently that I got good enough to be throat fucked good and proper. I want to tell you all about my time in throat fucking 101.
I have this philosophy teacher that is very charismatic. All the girls on campus are in love with him, myself included. He’s an older man, maybe late thirties. Well built, powerful presence. He commands attention in whatever room he occupies. So there I am, in class, eyes locked on his pacing form. Watching the muscles in his back flex when he writes on the whiteboard. I can’t hear a word that is coming out of his mouth, but I sure can gaze at the perfection that are his glutes.
I barely register the class ending until people start filing past me to the door. My eyes were still trained on the professor.
“Aria? I’d like to speak to you in my office for a moment.”
His honeyed voice snaps me back into the present and away from daydreaming about his cock. I obediently rise from my seat and follow him through the door leading to his office. I barely sit down in a plush leather chair before I hear the slick of the lock.
He turns around to face me
“Do you know why I have asked to speak with you?” He asks. I shake my head slowly, still very distracted by his body. “It’s very obvious that you are failing this semester. Which is odd considering how attentive you were in class until recently. Is there an explanation Ms. Grey?”
I dart my tongue out to wet my lips and finally lean forward. “I’m having trouble concentrating on the subject at hand because my brain is struggling to overcome a hurdle…” I say, only a trace of seduction in my voice. I want to unwrap his cock like a present.
“And what hurdle are you facing? Whatever it is, I can solve it for you. I wish you had just come to me when it became a problem Aria, it really is quite late in the semester.” He admonishes.
My eyes trail down his body until I stop at his cock.
“You see Professor… my brain just can’t get over what it might be like to be your dirty little slut. You think you would have obliged me if I had come to you sooner?” I purr.
“You have got to be kidding me…” He replies. “For fucks sake, you’re barely more than a child!”
“Doesn’t it make it that much better? You could mold me into whatever kinky cock slut you desire.” I slide down on my knees, crawling over to where he stands and grabbing his belt. “There’s no reason to put on this show professor… We both know his was going to happen. Why else did you lock the door?” I look up at him with my big blue doe eyes.
That’s when I watch the mask fall.Gone is the friendly, approachable professor. In his place is a hardened, experienced Dom. I let a Cheshire grin split my lips as I realize finally what sort of class is now in session…
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