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“Amy, it’s time to decide. Are you going to be the good student that I know you can be, or are you going to fuck up your whole life, just because you felt like being a frigid little bitch? Hmm?”
She flinched at my words. I pinched her nipple and pulled it towards me before releasing it from between my fingers as she yelped in pain. The sound made my cock twitch impatiently. Usually, I’d insist that the girls take my cock out. I loved watching them hesitate and plead as I made them get me ready to violate their mouths.
But I didn’t want to wait any longer. I unzipped my pants and fed my cock through the zipper, stroking my thick meat as she watched, her eyes widening at its size. “You see this, Amy? See this fat fucking cock? You have one last chance to swallow it down, or you can kiss college goodbye. I’ll make fucking sure of it.”
“Please, Professor. Please don’t make me.”
“Oh, I’m not going to make you, Amy. Far from it. You’re going to fucking beg for the privilege of sucking my cock, do you understand?”
She started to cry again, great sobs that made her tits jiggle and her thighs shake. I relished all of it, tugging my cock harder as I watched her. Pre-cum oozed out of me. I scooped it up on my thumb and, mimicking my earlier action, wiped her tears away, smearing my sticky fluids over her face.
“Don’t you look pretty with my cum on your face, Amy? You’ll be getting a lot more of it soon. I’ve been saving this for you.” I laughed coldly as I said this. It was true. I hadn’t cum this morning on purpose, although I’d jacked my cock frenziedly in the shower last night, exploding all over the tiles as I’d imagined this very moment.
Her sobs showed no signs of abating and, as hard as they made me, I was growing tired of her lack of compliance. Who did this ungrateful little bitch think she was?
“Amy, do I have to call the Dean and tell him how you showed up at my office and threatened to blackmail me if I didn’t improve your grade?”
This shocked her into silence. “But… that’s not what happened.”
“Trust me, Amy. If this gets to a he-said, she-said, I’m the one they’re going to believe. I’ll have a couple of witnesses who’ll say you told them about your devious little plan and I’m sure I can magic up a threatening email or two from you.”
This was an old ploy that I used whenever matters needed a little acceleration. I’d never had to follow through, but all of it was absolutely in my power to do. I’m a smart fucking guy. All bases covered.
I saw the exact moment that all hope faded from her and she decided to capitulate. Shoulders slumped, she nodded, accepting her fate.
“Ask me nicely, Amy. Beg to suck my fat prick.”
Choking back tears, she said, “Please Professor, may I suck your fat prick?”
Chuckling, I said, “May you? Very good, Amy. We’ll make an English major out of you yet. Yes, you may.” Motioning to my shirt buttons, I continued, “Why don’t you start by undressing me, then you can get to it.”
She reached a delicate hand out to my chest. God, my dick was going to look huge in her tiny fucking palm!
Taking her by the hips, I settled her over me, so she was straddling me, her skirt digging into the smooth skin of her thighs as her legs spread wide, the crotch of her panties brushing delightfully against the head of my eager cock. Holding her hip in one hand, I thrust my thick length against her as she fumbled with my buttons.
“Take your time, Amy. I’ve got nowhere to be.”
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