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When the pressure rose in my core again, I pulled my legs together. I couldn’t have another orgasm like that again. It was way too much pleasure rushing through me. I couldn’t even think straight.
“Hold your legs apart,” Professor Patton ordered.
But I couldn’t anymore. I could barely move without seizing, without the pressure rushing to my core. Everything was sore already, and we had barely made it through half the class who had to practice on me, forcing me to come over and over.
“Sierra,” Patton said sternly.
“I-I can’t!” I cried.
Instead of motioning for the next student to use my body, he stood up and walked over to me. I blew out a deep breath and relaxed against the desk, thankful that we were stopping because I didn’t think I’d be able to handle another orgasm of that magnitude.
Professor Patton easily lifted me off the desk, leaned back on it himself, and maneuvered me so I sat in his arms helplessly, the backs of my knees in the crooks of his elbows, my back against his chest, and my swollen pussy hovering against his bulge.
“Next.”
“Y-you’re going to hold me?!” I exclaimed to Patton. “But I’ll ruin your clothes.”
This time, a female walked up to the front of the room and stuck her long fingers into my cunt, making my legs tremble. The pressure was too much, and I wanted to pull my legs together, but Professor Patton wouldn’t let me move.
“Being drenched in your cum and being ruined are two different things, Miss Monroe.”
Heat rushed to my core. I ground my hips against his bulge, needing him to be inside me, desperate to be filled, to unravel in his arms again and again and again. I never wanted to stop. I wanted his cock every moment of the day.
“B-but you can’t do that! They’ll be stained. You’ll—”
“I’ll what?” he purred into my ear. “Have to walk around with them on?” He chuckled menacingly. “Oh, Sierra, I don’t think you get it. You’re mine. I don’t care who sees my pants stained with your cum.”
As the words left his mouth, I came all over his student’s fingers and screamed out in pleasure. Waves rushed through me, sending me over the edge, making me desperate. So desperate for Professor Patton.
When the next guy rammed his fingers into my hole, I bucked my hips back and forth against my professor’s throbbing bulge.
“I know you want to fuck me,” I pleaded with him. “So, do it. Please fuck me!”
He spread my legs even wider, hiking them up enough so he could seize my nipples with his fingers and tug on them. I screamed out, my mind buzzing, my entire body both numb yet raging with pleasure.
I didn’t know if I could even recognize myself anymore.
I was begging for him. Pleading for his dick, for his fingers, for all of him.
Screaming. Crying. Coming.
Over and over.
“You don’t get my cock until everyone makes you finish.”
My chest heaved up and down. I needed to be filled—and not with fingers.
“Beg them to help you finish, and you’ll get it sooner,” Professor Patton said.
I stared at the three students who were left to help me squirt, who I needed to finger-fuck me until I came undone three more times. Three times, and I’d get Professor Patton’s cock. Three times. Three.
My orgasms came and went faster with each one, and when everyone was finished, Professor Patton dismissed the class. Once all the students were gone, he gripped me tightly, growled low in my ear, and whipped out his huge, throbbing cock.
“Please, fuck me! Fuck me! Please! Please, I need—”
Before I could say another word, he rammed himself into me. “God, I’ve been waiting to be inside you all fucking day, Sierra. Your pussy’s so warm and damn fucking tight,” he grunted into my ear, pounding away inside me.
Barely able to move, I reached over my shoulder to grab him and did what I could to bounce on his huge cock. He grunted into my ear again, and I curled my toes. Pleasure coursed through my body, building higher than it had all night.
