Professor to Sissy Slut

"I am your bitch, sir!" I yelled. He had me repeat it over and over. He pulled out, flipped me on my back, put my ankles over his shoulders and shoved his cock back in my ass. He was really getting into a rhythm now and putting all his weight into each stroke. I was moaning in ecstasy. He had stamina. He has just blown a load into my mouth a little while earlier, and now he was lasting for who knows how long I had been getting fucked by him. Finally, he frantically fucked me harder, then pulled out, pushed my legs down, and straddled my chest again. His cock erupted with a tremendous load, which went all over my face, throat and chest. I had never seen so much cum in one place.

"Don't move," he said, climbing off me. I felt so slutty, dressed like a school girl and covered with cum. He came back from the living room. He had a small digital camera in his hand and proceeded to take a bunch of pictures of me. He took a bunch of close-ups of my cum-covered face. It didn't even occur to me at that moment that he could use them to blackmail me and put my career in jeopardy. I even posed for him and scooped the cum from my face and eagerly licked it from my fingers. I was truly now his slutty little sissy bitch and cock whore, just as he had said would happen. I also wondered what other things and outfits he had in store for me. It wouldn't take long to find out.