Ever since our new semester started l loved Mr. Roberts' course on comparative European literature during the renaissance. But it wasn't only his extensive knowledge and charisma. I mean, who am l kidding. He looked fucking hot. l know this sounds very stereotypical, but l felt really attracted and by that l mean that my intellectual and physical appetite was whet by him. Speaking of wet, because that's exactly what happened to my lady parts whenever l thought of him. But l was not ready for what l was headed for. You should always be careful what you wish for, l learned that lesson the hard and rough way.
On the day of the excursion to the museum I spent an extra fifteen minutes on doing my makeup. I was choosing what to wear and had to make a decision between two dresses - one green slip dress and one red wrap dress. I knew I looked good. I wanted to be sure.
My heart skipped a beat when I saw Mr. Roberts waiting in his car downstairs. He had offered a ride to another student and me because we happened to live in the same neighborhood, and we’ll meet everybody else at the museum.
“Good morning Mr. Roberts. Where is Liam?”
“Good Morning. That’s a lovely red dress. He called in sick today. Hop in, we’ll head there together.”
While sitting in the car l realised he found my little notes and drawings. Very explicit ones too. I couldn't help but daydream about all the ways l would like to feel him inside of me, feel his hands run over my body and l imagined what he'd be able to show me, given that he must be quite experienced. But he never said a word or even winked at me. All l noticed was that they were gone when he handed out our papers again, so l knew he saw them and decided to keep them.
Every time l slipped in one of my notes my heart raced as well as my mind. I remember quite vividly how my right hand would slowly slide into my panties when l was thinking about what to write and draw and slowly started massaging my labias and clit with my other hand toying my tits. Before l noticed l was rubbing myself hard, my pussy swollen and wet, until l came which only ended up in a cycle of touching - cumming - touching and it took me forever to finish the notes. Usually very sweaty and slightly exhausted but satisfied.
I blushed at the thought of this and was also embarrassed by it, us two being the only people in the car now. However, it also felt like fate was intervening to help me score my desired professor's dick.
My breath became unnoticeably heavy. “That’s a lovely red dress.“ He said. I kept playing the audio again and again in my head. He looks as good as always... a light blue shirt with vertical stripes woven in it. Dark grey pants. His golden watch on his left wrist, which then led my eyes to his hands. Carefully trimmed nails, fingers that look like they could send a woman to heaven.
Suddenly the fingers moved. His right hand left the steering wheel, and fell gently on my left hand on my lap. I felt a chill going down my spine.
“What were you thinking?” He asked. His voice a bit raspy, like someone waking up thirsty after a long night.
I couldn’t tell him what I was actually thinking. My palm started sweating. But he looked like he didn’t notice at all.
“Tell me, what were you thinking?” He asked again.
“Were you thinking about the things you wrote about?”
"I...I'm... I'm sorry Mr. Roberts, l don't know what you mean", I stuttered while my head was playing a very different tune and just wanted to shout at him: fuck me! But l was too perplexed. Only after he squeezed my hand tight did l snap out of it. Almost silently the words "I admire you and always wanted to feel you" left my mouth as if l were on autopilot. "I feel very attracted to you and l know students and professors are not allowed to mingle, but l couldn't resist the urge." I explained. I was also drawn in by his maturity. Of course l had some experience, but with guys my age and quite frankly it was okay but not great. So far nothing satisfied me like my little toy. I tried to continue when he looked me in the eyes and told me to be silent. The only noises l would be allowed to make were cries, screams and lustful moaning. His voice was dead serious and at first l chuckled a little until l noticed he wasn't joking. I did not know what I've gotten myself into.
But I was sure of one thing - I wanted him to touch me. I wanted him to feel how my body is aching out of sheer desire. I wanted him to be rough with me... in that nice light blue shirt he’s wearing. I wanted my juice to get on his watch. I wanted to make him dirty, or be dirty for him.
He pulled over the car and turned to me, staring at me, as if he was waiting for me to voluntarily walk into a sweet sweet trap. I smelled danger. After seconds of burning silence, I took his hand and put it on my chest. He smiled, then started outlining my tits with his fingers. Gently touching them first, then circled around my nipples, which were already hard under my dress and a thin layer of laces bra. I began to breathe heavily, a moan almost escaped my lips. All of a sudden, he grabbed my left boob and squeezed it. I opened my mouth, “Oh... “
He moved closer and whispered in my ears: “Get to the backseat. I’m going to fuck you right here."
I opened the passenger's door and got into the back. It was only then that l noticed how huge this car was. He told me to open my wrap dress but to keep it on. While telling me these words he stayed in the front seat and only adjusted the mirror. Before l could even wonder what happened he ordered me to please myself. My right hand slowly went under the dress and into my little sexy panties. I was determined to give him the show of his life and was surprised myself by how completely wet l was already down there. Moans left my mouth as l bit my lips and closed my eyes. I was aroused like never before in my life and my skin felt like it's burning. My moans grew in volume as he stop ped me short of my orgasm and told me to use both hands. My look must have given away my confusion, because he immediately followed up with: "two holes, two hands".
I was shocked for a second and never seriously thought about or even considered toying with my ass, let alone let someone put their dick up in my ass. But this was where fate had lead me. I wanted to embrace it and moved a bit to the side, so l could use my pinky to penetrate my virgin anus. Surprisingly, l felt nothing at first. Only when l started to play with my pussy again did it change and the movements of my finger became increasingly more playful. It was then that he said "use your middle finger" and l did and it suddenly felt very different.
My pussy juice was dripping everywhere. Each time I pulled out my middle finger, a little bit of my wetness got into my ass and made it open up slightly more. A strange new sensation started accumulating and I could feel my asshole becoming more relaxed as I massaged it. I could feel his eyes on my wet holes, leaving a burning sensation on my skin, when I was fingering them and moving my hips up and down, chasing the pleasure.
I wanted more.
I got on my knees and turned my back to him, slowly bent over so he could see my ass in the mirror, then moved both of my hands on my ass cheeks, and spread them for him.
His hand eventually landed on my ass. He rubbed my wet pussy and soaked his fingers in my juice. Then he put one finger in my pussy. Just when I was about to moan, he inserted another finger in my asshole. The moan turned into a little scream.
“Mr. Roberts... Sir. “
But he stayed put and only said, that he decides when to take me and asked me if l understood. I nodded and by the time l finished doing so l felt two fingers being pulled out hard and landing hard on my cheeks.
"Do you want me to finger your pussy?", he asked. I nodded.
"Do you want me to finger your ass?" Again, l nodded.
"Do you want me to finger all of your little holes at the same...", before he could finish his sentence l screamed yes and that very moment he inserted his fingers in my wet holes. I could feel he used two fingers for my pussy now. His hand shook my holes harder and harder as his fingers slipped in and out of my holes and l subconsciously moaned louder and louder. By now he grabbed my ass with his free hand, locking me in that position to violently fuck my holes why his fingers. My mind slowly turned into pudding and l only remember letting out a huge scream of joy and ecstasy as l came so hard l was afraid I'd faint.
"I haven't even touched you yet", never sounded more promising. The driver's door opened now and he stepped outside, opened my door, smiled at me and without a pause wrapped the car's seatbelt around my neck and pulled, choking me in the act. I've never been choked but immediately got even wetter. Part of my brain thought he's going to kill me now, while the more dominant part was too curious to put an end to this and l probably couldn't have anyway. The sexual release when he loosened his grip on the seatbelt, with the blood rushing into my brain again, was like nothing I've ever experienced before. But as soon as l felt relief he pulled my hair back and smacked my ass hard.
“Like I thought, you have a very nice ass.“ He sounded pleased. “I’ll have so much fun playing with it. But first...”
I heard him pulling down his zipper, all I could hear was my heavy breathing and him unbuckling his belt.
"Do you trust me?" He asked.
"Give me your hands."
He wrapped the belt around my wrists and tied my hands up behind me. Now l was completely under his control. I should've felt scared but instead my pussy was desperately in need of his tending.
For seconds my mind went completely blank when he finally put his cock inside of me. The thick, smooth tip slowly but firmly entering me, brought waves of sensation into my warm, wet pussy. As he pushed it in more, I could feel how his cock was stretching me out bit by bit. But I didn’t want him to stop... I pulled him closer and wrapped my legs around his waist, spreading them more open in the process and taking all of his hard cock inside of my poor little pussy. When his tip inevitably hit all my hidden spots that I didn’t even know existed, my moans became louder.
“Oh yes... take me. “
He moved his cock around inside me to touch every inch of my pussy. “Moan for me. I want to hear you, you dirty little girl. Tell me how it feels.“
“So good... Mmm... sir.”
“You’re so wet. Do you love being fucked?” He pulled my hair, licked my ear.
“Yes... fuck me rough... I wanna be your little slut.”
“You do? Do you want me to treat you like a dirty slut?”
“Yes... ah... yes.” I screamed in pleasure.
“Tell me you want me to fuck all your holes.”
“You can use all my holes... I’m all yours. I wanna have your cum dripping out of my holes... and all over me... hmmmm...”
“Nasty girl”, he concluded. His fingers moved to my nipples again, only this time instead of touching them, he pinched them hard. “Ah...” I moaned, trembling. He didn’t stop. On the contrary, he pinched them even harder. My pussy was immediately flooded. “Oh yes... slap my titties.."
And slapping them he did. They hurt for quite some time after our encounter, but right there, right then he couldn't have been hard enough on me. He grabbed both of them and pressed hard, as he used them to ram his cock deep into my pussy, every thrust more violent than the last, hitting all the right spots and sending orgasm after orgasm through my twitching body. "Cum on my cock, you slut!", he shouted and all l could reply was "Yes, Mr. Roberts!".
His hands grabbed the belt and in one swift motion he turned me around. I was now lying on my hands, with my legs spread wide open. He pulled me closer to the edge until half of my ass was outside the car. A sharp feeling of pain was registered by my brain as he slapped my pussy hard. He kept telling me what dirty of a slut l was, as he proceeded slapping the shit out of my pussy and tits. And l loved the pain. Screams and moans took turns as my private parts turned red. A very dark red. He liked what he saw and his hands took hold of my tits. He squeezed and rammed his thick cock into my red, swollen pussy unleashing a new series of screams and moans on my part.
He fucked me so hard l was shuffling around in the car, but his hands never let go of my boobs. He used my body to destroy my fuckhole and l loved it, losing complete count of how often l came. Then he suddenly stopped denying me of my last orgasm and ordered me to get back into the car. I rolled around and got into the middle when he said l should climb into the front. My back already faced the windshield, when he told me to go lower and lower until l noticed why. The feeling of cold leather let me know that my labia touched the gear shifter. Without changing the sound of his voice he repeated "lower". I hesitated, which prompted him to grab me firmly by the hips and push me down. All of a sudden the shifter was gone and buried deep in pussy. My pussy... which was filled out completely by this and covered in what must have been half a litre of my pussy's juice. He ordered me to bump up and down, to fuck myself like the dirty little slut l was. His continued dirty talk made me want even more. I wanted to be treated like a slut. Wanted to be a slut. HIS slut. "Now suck my cock, you filthy whore", he said as he grabbed my hair and rammed his cock down my throat, which, without any delay made me cry like a little girl. The sensation was so overwhelming and l so utterly unprepared, never having even attempted to deepthroat a man, that l choked in that very moment. But he wasn't fazed by this and left his cock deep in my mouth as big tears and snot ran down my face, which strangely made his cock even thicker than it already was.
He pulled out and l started to cry uncontrollably while trying to catch my breath. He smiled and asked me if l wanted more. Before l even realised what he said my mouth already uttered the words: "Use me Mr. Roberts. Abuse me. Fuck me like I'm nothing but a dirty whore. Destroy me". And before l blinked, his enormous cock was shoved all the way down my throat again while he forced me to fuck myself with his gear lever. I never felt so dirty in my life. I also never felt more like a woman than in that moment.
Tied, crying, my pussy at the brink of being destroyed, l realised l got exactly what l wished for. Only a thousand times more intense. And he was extremely pleased by what he saw. I barely recognised my dress anymore, so full of stains, juices, cum and all other sorts of bodily fluids it had become. He noticed this, told me to step outside, which wasn't an easy feat with tied hands, and ripped it off my body, leaving me standing there with my torn underwear and the bra he destroyed earlier. Under his seat surfaced a short rope and he used it to tie my feet together. I couldn't even move anymore, which is why he grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder, heading straight to the trunk. He placed me on it with my back facing him.
"Mr. Roberts..." l ushered when he silenced me with a gag ball that must have come out of nowhere. My hands and feet tied, limiting my movement, it slowly dawned on me.
He was about to destroy my virgin asshole and nothing could stop him. And what's even crazier, l wanted nothing more than for him to fuck me up the ass until l lose my consciousness.
"Hhmpf..." I muffled through the gag ball, when he leaned in and licked my ear, sticking his tongue into it, and whispering: "I will turn you into my anal slut. I will enjoy taking your anal virginity and you will scream and fight, but l will just push you down until you start to feel it. Until you will come for me, my little slut, while my cock destroys your virgin asshole." The trunk left a cold sensation on my nipples, only to be surpassed by the sudden intruding tongue that began exploring my asshole.
He interrupted, lifted me up a little just to throw me on the trunk again, and to this day l think it was so hard l left a little dent on it. "Spread", he commanded me and even though my ass was about to get sore and gaping wide open, l did exactly this and couldn't wait for his hard cock to hammer my ass. I've become a complete anal slut and wanted nothing more than his dick up in my ass, stretching and gaping me.
His hands ran around my hips and tightened their grip as he was almost lifting me up with his strong arms and using me like a little toy, that he would just smash on his cock, thrusting it so deep into me that l couldn't help but scream every time. I didn't think it was possible but he became even more aggressive and brutal and rammed my ass so hard now, that it left bruises all over my ass cheeks for weeks to come. That's how violent he fucked my ass, shortly before yanking me hard, aching my back towards him and shooting the biggest load I've ever seen in my life right into my destroyed asshole. He kept shooting creamy streams for what felt like five minutes into my sore hole, cooling it down a little bit.
He let off my hair and l fell on the trunk, absolutely devastated with fuckholes burning like he BBQ'd them. He loosened the ties and l almost fell to the ground, but he caught me midair.
I came so hard my whole body started trembling. I remember he was holding me tight in his arms while I reached the most intense orgasm in my life. Now, that l stood there with my pussy, mouth and asshole utterly destroyed, he lifted up my chin, and gently kissed me on the lips. One swift kiss, then he looked me in my eyes and said:
“Squirt my cum back on my cock.”
I didn't understand at first until he lay down in the grass and repeated himself:
"Step over me and release the cum on my cock."
I squatted over his groin and a huge load dripped slowly onto his still hard cock.
"Now lick it off the cock that just assfucked you."
I did as he ordered and it tasted like raw sex. As l sucked off the last drop he stood up, opened the trunk and pulled out a new dress. He put me in it, as l was still way too weak and sat me down on the passenger's seat again. I looked into the mirror and could see this woman with blushed cheeks and red hand prints all over her neck. She looked hot. He got into the car as well, mustered me with a satisfied look and told me, that I'm his anal slut and should be ready for his cock from now on.
Tears ran down my cheeks. Tears of joy and fear of the unknown but the face l saw in the mirror told me she loved it, even though it was an extremely rough new experience. As he had fucked me quicker and harder than anything l could have ever imagined, with his cock hitting all the spots in my pussy, no matter if his cock was in my pussy or ass, the lady in the mirror answered:
“Yes. I will be your slut. Offer you my holes and let let you use me." He replied with a laconic "Good girl.”
My body and mind were so exhausted l immediately fell into sweet, sweet darkness afterwards.
When I woke up, I was still in his car, and we were in the parking lot of the museum. He had cleaned up the mess on my face as well as between my legs, and if it weren’t for the smell of sex, it looked as if nothing had happened.
“We’re here.” He said. “Let’s go find the others.”
I stepped out of the car, and immediately felt something in my ass. It was something like a butt plug and seemingly the rest of his huge load of cum flowing around inside of me. I looked at him in shock, as he whispered: "While you were asleep l fucked your ass once more, filling it up again." He smiled, now also showing me a tiny remote control, before he slipped it back into his pocket.
And I knew, that was just the beginning of the day...