Professor to Sissy Slut

One late afternoon there was a knock on my office door. My office is on the third floor of the history building and it has a nice view of the quad, where students often sit or toss a Frisbee. That day, I had some music on and was daydreaming and looking out the window. The knock jarred me from my reverie and the door opened and closed before I could say anything. It was him. I tried to say something but nothing came out. I didn't even say anything when he locked the door behind him. Not a word was said. He walked over, unbuckled his pants, let them drop around his ankles, followed by his boxers. His cock was big and it wasn't even hard yet. It twitched a little as he watched me eyeing it. He then pulled his black tee shirt over his head and tossed it on the desk. He waited. Without even realizing I had done so, I was on my knees before him.

He stepped forward and began slapping my face with his cock. Doing so obviously aroused him and he was becoming hard. I had always thought that if I ever had sex with a student, it would be a hot coed, not a male student. He pressed his cock against my lips and I opened without thinking. His cock was fully hard now as I had my lips around it. I tried to use my tongue the way the wife used to with me. I guessed I was doing a good job because he was moaning. He put his hands on the sides of my head and began fucking my mouth.

I was in a daze, not thinking that a student or colleague could knock on the door at any moment. All I could think of was sucking him to completion. After about ten minutes of this, he broke the silence. "Suck and lick my balls, bitch." I was his bitch. I worked on his ample balls for a few minutes and then he shoved his cock back in my mouth. "You'd best swallow every drop, slut," he said, then a few moments later flooded my mouth with his cum. It was thick and salty and I managed to swallow every drop. He ordered me to clean his cock, which I did, looking up at him as I did. He was grinning.