'What's it like, slave, fucking over a stove?' Dr. Nathaniel's cock jerked as he mouthed the words. In spite of her pain and revulsion, Manna felt her pussy tightening around his turgid cock.
She knew what he was holding back for. He was saving up. Manna might actually lean forward enough to get a real burn. Then, with her tits mashed down on the hot burners, then he'd come.
The philosophy professor twitched his hips a little, knowing that the pain he caused the girl's sore butt had to be distracting. It didn't matter to him it she concentrated on giving him a good fucking or not. He'd get off in his own good time. He was the master. He was the dominant one and called all the shots.
He continued a slow, rhythmic fucking from behind until he couldn't stand the pressure mounting in his balls. He felt like he'd put his balls on the stove instead of forcing the blonde's tits downward. The searing load inside his hairy little sac robbed him of his iron control.
Dr. Nathaniel started a wild, mindless fucking. His hands never left the spot behind the blonde teenager's head, but he did allow her to turn just a bit. She couldn't burn herself too badly now if she did happen to fall forward. But Manna's mind was blanked out with lust.
Her passions had mounted as fast as the philosophy professor s. The man's cruel treatment only seemed to make this more thrilling for her. She was pinioned by his hands and her chains clanked every time she moved. The pain robbed her of some enjoyment, but mostly it gave her even bigger rewards in return. She could compare the feel of Dr. Nathaniel's cock reaming her out and the torture he inflicted on her.
The piston-like prick smashing into her cunt was thousands of times better now than it had ever been in the past. Manna needed the abuse and fear to really get off on fucking. The young college student didn't understand it; she just accepted it now. Earlier fuckings had been pallid, weak and lifeless. She was coming truly alive, every nerve in her body yelling with delights unknown to her before. The girl had an orgasm that almost blew the top off her skull.
When she came, her pussy collapsed around Dr. Nathaniel's cock. He had intended for her cunt to clamp down around his cock from pain rather than pleasure, but it didn't matter to him. He benefited just as much as if she got off from only ecstasy. His prick was gripped by a giant, juicy fist that milked him of every drop of his cum.
He fountained out his creamy load of jism until he couldn't imagine any more remaining inside his tight balls.
Then Manna's blonde pussy smashed down hard on his cock again and he shot out another long, gooey gob of jism. The man released his death's grip on the trim teenaged coed. She almost fell forward, weak and spent from the fucking.
His cock was limp, drained and flaccid Dr. Nathaniel gasped from the exertion. He heaved a deep breath and stepped backwards to study the naked, chained blonde.
Manna leaned forward and panted harshly. Sweat dribbled off her chin, ran down her body until it came to her tits. The salty sweat stung her burned tit, but she barely noticed.
She was too busy enjoying the last bits of the orgasm lingering sweetly in her body. That had been a fucking she wouldn't soon forget.
'Where's my breakfast, you lazy slut?' Dr. Nathaniel demanded. 'I'm hungry and you're dawdling. Hurry!'
He picked up a wire whip used for cooking and lashed out at her well-spanked ass. She cringed as the metal wire cut into her flesh again, but Manna said nothing. She hurried. She had to please her master.
She had found her spot in the world and didn't want to lose it.
