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I slid up onto his desk and lay with my back against all his papers. He motioned to the side of the desk and commanded that I hang my head off of it and open my mouth. After shifting on the desk, I hung my head off the side and stared up at him.
“I’d like the women to follow Miss Monroe’s lead,” Professor Patton said. “Lie down on your desk, head hanging off the side of it, and open your mouth. We’re going to start off by seeing how far your partner can slide down your throat.”
Once everyone followed directions, Professor Patton slowly slid his dick inside me.
“You want to be able to see this bulge in her throat,” he said, tracing the outline of his dick sticking against the front of my throat. He pushed his hips even closer to me, forcing me to take all of him. “And get it as far down as you can. She might try to push you away or pull her head back from this position, but you have full control of when you pull out of her.”
Professor Patton grasped himself through my throat and began jerking himself off inside it. “Her throat will tighten around you and squeeze your cock almost as tightly as her pussy should.”
He sank his cock into me until my lips pressed against his groin, and even then he began thrusting further and further down my throat to fill me up. Spit rolled down my face, ruining my minimal makeup, and then down into my hair. Between his dick all the way in my throat and his balls against my nostrils, I couldn’t breathe.
When I pulled back for air, he didn’t let me. “I control when I take myself out of you,” he murmured. “We’re training your throat, so I can fuck it whenever I feel like it, Miss Monroe. When I decide to pull out of you, you take one deep breath. That’s it.”
Heat rushed to my core, and I whimpered, desperate to breathe.
He reached over my body and cupped my pussy. “Do you understand?”
I nodded.
“Good,” he said, then began rubbing my clit as he continued talking to the class. “Let her take a deep breath, then fill her mouth.”
He pulled out just long enough for me to take a huge gasp of air, and then he shoved himself back inside me. He pounded into me for another thirty seconds, then allowed me to take one deep breath, then gave me his dick again.
Another deep breath, his dick.
Over and over.
Once he finally pulled out of me, my spit covered my face, ruining all my makeup I had put on to impress him tonight. He continued rubbing my clit, sending me higher and higher and higher. Then, right before I was about to explode, he slapped it.
I cried out in pleasure, waves of ecstasy rushing through me.
“Kneel in front of me, Miss Monroe,” he ordered.
I scrambled off the desk, knelt in front of him, and stared up at him through the tears and strings of spit covering me. He moved one of his large, callous hands across my face, rubbing in the spit and drool, ruining me even more.
“If she doesn’t look like a desperate, needy slut by the time you finish,” Professor Patton said, “you didn’t throat-fuck her hard enough, so you’ll try again.” He stuck four fingers into my mouth, opening it up enough to shove his cock back inside me.
Without hesitation, Patton slammed himself into me over and over, so hard and so fast that I grasped his thighs and dug my nails into his muscle.
“Let go of my thighs,” he ordered. “Hands behind your back, like a good girl.”
Following his orders, I put my hands behind my back and continued to bob my head on his huge dick. He loomed over me, one hand holding my hair back in a ponytail and the other pinching my nose closed so I couldn’t breathe.
I deep-throated his dick, my mouth against his groin, and parted my lips, desperate for air. The more time that passed, the warmer my cheeks burned. I gagged and tried to pull away, but with his grip on my hair, he held me in place.
Tears built in my pleading eyes. “Please,” I said around him, the word muffled.
“No.”
“Please,” I gargled.
“No,” he said, voice harsher. “You can take it for longer.”
Heat exploded through my clenching pussy. My aching nipples hardened against his thighs. Desperate for something, I gently skimmed my tits against his legs, the slight pressure shooting through my body—enough to hold me over for another moment.
“Longer,” he demanded. “I’m not pulling away until you’re choking on me.”
When I couldn’t take it any longer and my cheeks were burning, I coughed up spit on him and stared up at him through teary eyes. More and more drool rolled down my chin, my reflexes making me gag on him until I pulled my head back.
