Throat Fucking, Art of Deep Throating 101 Part Two

The professor grabs me by the hair at the nape of my neck, ripping my head backwards. “So you want to be my dirty little cock slut hmm?” He asks in a sinister coo. I fight to nod my head, feeling some of my hair get pulled out by the roots in the process. The pain makes my focus crystal clear.

Yes Sir.” I reply. I earn a hard slap to the face and he pulls me up to my feet, devouring my mouth with his. His tongue invades my mouth like he has land to conquer, and I relent, allowing him to take all that I have. He bends down, forcing me back to my knees while still skewering my parted lips. I feel my core clench as my panties begin to drench in juices.

I fumble with his belt, unbuckling it and practically ripping his slacks down. But the moment My hands encircle his rock hard shaft, I moan in his mouth. It takes both hands to completely encircle it!

He pulls away from the kiss, a knowing smirk on his lips. “You wanted to be my slut… I require someone who can handle all that the job entails…” He mocks.

I steel my nerves and look him in the eye.

“I will do everything you ask.”

My words make his cock twitch in my hands and he caresses the side of my face. “Have you ever deep throated before?” I nod my head and he gives me a primal smile. “Have you ever been throat fucked before?” When I shake my head his smile turns wolfish. A dangerous gleam in his eyes.

His huge hands take either side of my head and he shoves me down on his cock. My lips wrap around his head just fine, but he shoves me down further. The tip of his cock reaches the back of my mouth, but he doesn’t stop there. He angles his body so that he thrusts the rest of his massive cock down my throat. He doesn’t stop until my lips are pressed against his groin, and his balls are hard pressed against my chin.

I struggle at first, not able to breath. My gag reflex tries to kick in, but his cock is so big, that he completely plugs up my throat. I try to pull my head back, but he has such a strong hold over me, that all my efforts do is make him micro move in and out as if he was fucking a pussy nice and deep.

After about a minute, I slap his thigh over and over, and he lets me go. I propel backwards, gasping for air. Saliva dripping down my chin and onto my chest. Tears escape my eyes and I pant, looking up at him. “Think you can handle being throat fucked?” He finally asks.

I take a moment to think, reaching up to wipe the spit off my chin before I respond. “As long as you let me breathe every once in a while…”

And just like that, he pounces.

My back against the desk, I had nowhere to run. He grabs my head and thrust balls deep down my throat in one go. The pain is sharp at first, but with each hard thrust down my throat, just like my other two holes… I stretch to accommodate him.

He picks up speed, pounding my little throat until he was drilling my throat. His balls slapping against my chin in quick succession. I feel him swell up and I know in my heart what is next. I squeeze my watery eyes tight as he thrusts all the way in, one final time. Unloading the entirety of his balls straight down my throat, directly into my stomach.

He lets go of my head and pulls me up for a heated kiss. He sits me up on his desk and spreads my legs. “Now let’s ruin your other two holes.” Is all he says before pushing me down and ramming his cock all the way in to my wet and begging pussy.

Class ran a little longer than expected that day…

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Aria

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