Page 38 of Every Shade of Shadow

The blows stop, my bare bottom tensing as his giant palm hovers above.

“Please,” I whimper for what I hope will be the last time.

“Are you quite sure, Annabelle? Anything?”

I just want the pain to stop, to rise back up to my feet like a regular human being. “Yes.”

The Professor lifts me from his lap and has me stand before him. I can make out a shadowy bulge in his pants, his erection obvious. He stands, placing his hands on my shoulders and pressing down until I’m kneeling before him, stone below. I get the hint, despite my inexperience.

“Hands behind your back,” he commands. “Open your mouth.”

I’m shaking.

You’re not actually going to do this, are you? I ask myself. But I can’t be kicked out of the Academy so early. I can’t go back to the city.

So I don’t protest, even though my ass burns and my head pounds.

I simply comply, my jaw slackened and mouth wide.

He unzips his trousers and fishes his cock out. I stare at the bulbous head of his member, a single, glinting pearl of arousal at its tip.

There’s not a sufficient adjective to describe the size of him.

This isn’t a six-inch, semi-flaccid member like I’m used to seeing.

No, this is a monster.

He holds his shaft and presses the head of his cock against my bottom lip. It’s heavy.

A single command leaves his mouth. “Suck.”

I part my lips in hesitation wondering just how the hell that is going to fit in my mouth. I open my mouth wider and take him in.

It’s been a long time since I sucked cock, not since high school when I blew Bobby Masters for fifty bucks behind the bleachers. Money I subsequently spent on makeup and money which subsequently did not make me any more popular.

I roll my lips over my teeth and let him glide in and out, controlling the pace. For the moment at least, I decide offer a slow, steady pace. I can’t pump him in and out like some sex-crazed whore anyhow. His own size is working against him. I don’t tell him, of course, but his plentiful inches are discouraging me from giving him what will probably send him over the edge.

The more he fucks my mouth, the more my bottom burns against my ankles, the more I grow slick and hot between my thighs.

Why?! I want to scream at my body. Why are you betraying me like this?

But I dare not complain, his grunts picking up in volume and intensity. I may have submitted to him, yes, but now, with his fat cock in my mouth, he’s mine.

I build into a rhythm, oddly starting to enjoy this switch in power, the way the Professor’s face pulls together whenever I loop my tongue around the head of his cock. My naughty side is surfacing, it would seem.

He holds the side of my head and begins to press himself more urgently into the depths of my mouth. Soon I’m completely stuffed with his member. My cheeks are stretched out as he hits the back of my throat. I am gagged with cock, his groans ringing in my ears. He presses deeper, moving into my throat. I struggle to take him, his huge size beginning to slide down my gullet.

I can taste the soapy saltiness of his skin, the hairs at the base of his cock brushing against my chin.

I gag again, my eyes opening wider and wider, tears starting to pool. He just keeps pumping in and out of my mouth, hands locked firmly against my skull.

“Yes, my pet,” he purrs, “you take my cock so very well.”

But that’s just it. I can’t take it anymore.

I reach my hands out and press against his thighs, but they may as well be tree trunks. They won’t move at all. Neither of them budges as I push them back.

Just as pins and needles scatter across my vision, the need to suck in precious oxygen overwhelming, he pulls away, his cock streaky and hot-wet from my mouth. Through blurry eyes, I spot threads of my saliva trailing down either side of his thick shaft.

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