eyes on the mirror to watch his cock reaming out her cunt. Then she closed her eyes and shrieked, 'Aieeeeee!'
Her entire body tensed with the rigid muscle-lock of orgasm. It was the release, both emotional and physical, that the young college student had craved so.
As she drifted down from her sexual high, Manna felt his cock bucking and dancing wildly inside her cunt. The warmth of his jism pushed her desires back up the slopes toward another climax but she never arrived.
Bert was fucked out before she could get off again. He kept his prick inside her. Manna felt it slowly growing as limp as a piece of cooked spaghetti. Still inside her wet cunt, it might as well have been as thick as that spaghetti.
Manna realized how unsatisfied she actually was with her climax. Something deep inside the blonde teenager told her it would have been better with Dr. Nathaniel.
He knew how to pleasure a woman. He knew what she wanted – and what she could never put into words to tell another man.
Manna felt herself being drawn irresistibly back to the sadistic philosophy professor. Her cunt was already drooling at the prospect.
CHAPTER SEVEN
'Please, Roger, you've got to talk to me!' pleaded Manna. The blonde girl was frantic. She had been ignored soundly while in the man's philosophy class. Now she had to have some time with him afterwards. If she didn't get it, she thought she'd go crazy.
'You're over dramatizing your problems,' said Dr. Nathaniel coldly. He looked at the frantic blonde girl, then sighed. 'Very well. Tell me what I can do to help. I'm supposed to help out all you silly students, though heaven alone knows why.'
'Oh, thank you, Roger,' she sobbed. Manna wanted to drop to her knees and bug his legs, kiss his cock, do whatever he wanted her to do.
'First of all, don't call me Roger. I prefer… something else.'
The young college student knew what he preferred. She glanced around nervously, wondering if he should use that term here in the classroom. He had demanded it when he had chained her and fucked her up the ass. And the philosophy professor had been specific when he had tied her across the chair and fucked her pussy.
'Master, please help me,' she said in a low voice.
He only nodded curtly.
'I want you, master, I need you!'
'Absurd. You are a confused, childish student who does not know what she really wants. I represent a father-figure. You see me as someone who can bring order to your chaotic life.'
'Yes!'
'And the idea of incest turns you on,' he continued as if she hadn't said a word. 'Or perhaps it's more than that. I think you enjoyed being tied up and fucked. Is that it? You enjoyed being my slave and it scares you?'
Her blonde head bobbed in assent. Manna couldn't force the words out of her mouth. He had hit it right on the money. She had loved being dominated. No other man had ever done that before. And the feel of the ropes on her hands and feet had allowed her to experience a wild, orgasmic sensation unlike anything she'd ever before felt.
'It's quite simple. You think fucking is dirty.'
'No!' she protested.
'But you do,' he insisted. 'You think fucking is dirty and, begin tied up relieves you of your sexual guilt. Who can blame you for feeling good about a cock fucking your slimy cunt if you're bound and helpless?'
They stared at each other for a moment, then Manna said, 'It's all right for me to feel this way? I mean, the way I feel when I'm tied up and you're fucking me?'
'Who can say what's normal? For you and me, it's normal,' he said, a slight sneer on his face.
The blonde teenager felt her pussy beginning to churn in response to his masculine presence. He oozed authority. He was a man to be obeyed. Everything about the philosophy professor radiated virility.
'I enjoy a slave dancing, in dim light, slowly taking off her clothes until she's wearing nothing but a garter belt and stockings. Then I fuck her.'
Manna's head snapped up and her blue eyes locked with Dr. Nathaniel's. She knew what he was saying. And she had come prepared. With a single fluid movement, she went over to the light switch and flicked off the overhead lights. All that remained was the dim light coming in through one window. The entire building was virtually empty. They wouldn't be disturbed.
'Do you like what you see?' she asked.
'Not really,' Dr. Nathaniel said, rising. With a movement as quick as any striking snake's, he spun the young college student around and snapped a dog collar around her neck. A long chain trailed from it.
'Y-you keep that in your briefcase?' Manna stammered.
'Don't speak, slave. Dance!'
He settled back in his chair and nodded. She saw his hand reach down toward, his crotch. She figured he was busy fumbling out his prick to begin beating off.
But she wouldn't let him get that far. She didn't want to waste a single precious drop of his pearly hot cum. Manna wanted to finish off the dance quickly and let him fuck her needy cunt. He rattled the long chain and sent a tiny ripple along it in an unmistakable order for her to dance.
The blonde beauty made a slow turn for her master so he could see her from every angle. Arms held even with her shoulders, she displayed her flaring ass and impudently thrusting tits for his lustful gaze. Then she lifted one leg and straightened it in his direction.
Placing her heel on his desk, she gave him a clear view all the way up to her crotch. He could see the smoky haze of her stockings, the white cotton panties covering her pussy, the blush of her skin around her cunt.
Spinning away, the young girl began unbuttoning her blouse. The chain rattled loudly as she moved, but it barely hindered her. One button came free, then another and another. She danced away while she slipped first one shoulder, then another free of her blouse.
'Faster,' he said. 'I want you to turn me on.'
Manna felt heartened by the husky voice. He was anticipating the time she would be naked enough to allow him to fuck the hell out of her. All of it came together for her. The chain, the dog collar, being forced to strip and dance naked for the philosophy, professor, she loved it all!
It took a lot of effort to keep from ripping off her skirt and standing boldly naked in front of the man, daring him to fuck her. She wanted to make this slow, sensual, a huge turn-on for her new master.
Manna wanted his cock to be at the breaking point when he fucked hard and deep into her already juicy pussy. Nothing less would for her. To have to suck him hard or wait for him to get a hard-on would take the edge off her blazing desires.
She wanted cock and it had to be steely, long and hard and masterful.
Getting her bra off was a little trickier due to the chain dangling from around her neck, but the young girl met the challenge. She did the impossible. She gracefully unhooked the snaps in the back and let the elastic bands snap forward. With her shoulders hunched, she was able to hold the cups over her tits for a moment longer than the man had thought she could.
He came half out of his seat. She saw his long, red, iron-hard cock. This was his turn on, but the sight of all that cock ready to fuck made it hers, too. The blonde teenager decided she liked Dr. Nathaniel hot and bothered. It certainly made her cunt water and begin to trickle out its juices down the inside of her still-tender thighs. The spots where the hot wax had dribbled weren't quite fully healed yet.
'I see shadows playing all over your tits. They bounce and jiggle in a disgusting manner, cunt. Do something else.'
'Play with them, master,' she teased. 'Come closer and play with them!' She almost gagged when he jerked savagely on the end of her chain. She moved lithely, following the tug until she was almost within the man's reach.
