Game Face
Lydia sat on the edge of her seat and closely watched the final moments of the game. She was a petite olive-skinned woman of Latin descent, but she was undeniably a 100% American girl. The oversized green Eagles jersey boldly announced which team garnered her support.
Her slender body jumped up and she screamed during moments fraught with drama. Her ample breasts jiggled unbridled beneath the loose-fitting top. When the New England Patriots had the ball she urged on the defense and chewed on the tips of her artificial nails. Her face displayed a range of emotions as the momentum swayed back and forth.
It was a heart-breaking loss. They had come so far, only to lose at the end. She was severely disappointed. The thought of the bet she'd made during a moment of weakness now haunted her. Dennis talked her into it.
He taunted her endlessly about how great the Patriots were and would ground the Eagles. It drove her crazy and when he offered a bet she accepted. He'd give her his next paycheck if the Patriots won straight-up, or she'd give him the blowjob of a lifetime.
In her mind it was a free payday. She knew he had a thing for her. He was always staring when she passed by. She'd been taunting him too, but in a more subtle way. She intentionally wore skimpy skirts and low-cut tops that revealed as much of her body as she could in a professional setting.
At twenty four, Lydia was one of the youngest women at her work to have advanced into a supervisor position. She was always prepared. And even though she was sure it was a waste of time, she prepared for an Eagles loss.
She sighed in defeat and retrieved a printed copy of a submission she'd selected. The story was titled "Lessons Learned" and was authored by AsylumSeeker.
She dreaded the thought of going to work the next morning. Dennis would be gloating and requesting her to pay up. He had specifically demanded a blowjob of a lifetime, of course. An ordinary suck wouldn't compensate. Why had she agreed to this?
She read the story twice before retiring for the night. It would be read again and again, until the words were engraved in her mind. He was going to get exactly what she promised. If nothing else, she was a woman who firmly believed that her word was gospel. Without that, she never would have realized her current achievements.
As she lay in bed and looked into the darkness she recalled certain aspects of the story that had intrigued her.
"This time it was his lips and tongue that hardened her nipples for transport," she said out loud to herself as she recalled the words. "Who writes shit like that anyway? The guy sure has an imagination, I'll give him that."
That whole transport idea sank in and formed itself into a fantasy that prevented sleep. As hard as Lydia fought against it, she knew that sleep would never come unless she first satisfied the desire that announced itself as compelling warmth in her lower belly. Her soft, slender legs shifted.
Lydia's thighs anxiously rubbed and created a delicious pressure upon her pussy. She was rewarded with tingling warmth. As she continued the pleasurable stimulation her right hand blindly groped for her nightstand drawer, pulled it open, and felt for the shape of a familiar friend.
Her pussy was already damp with the beginnings of excitement. Her left hand tugged the oversized Eagles jersey up and pushed the crotch of her bikini panties to one side. She pressed the large round tip of the dildo between her tender folds and into the aroused slit. Her body shuddered in delight.
"His mouth withdrew and he grasped them in the manner which I had sadly grown accusDennised," she spoke the words she recalled reading.
Lydia imagined herself in such a position. To achieve the same feeling her left hand reached up beneath the jersey and located her left nipple. At first she touched it gently as she imagined an older man with thin, cold lips preparing her for transport. After the nipple stirred she pinched it between thumb and index finger.
She envisioned herself in that same humiliating position, with her belly on the tiny stool surface. She steeled herself for the act she was about to commit. Her fingers pinched and twisted the swollen nipple. As sharp stinging pain surged through her flesh she pushed the dildo into her pussy several inches. The velvet-smooth walls yielded and sparked another wave of muscle-writhing pleasure.
Another line entered her head. "My mind fought against the rippling warmth and tingling, suppressing it before it could accumulate. I vowed to be the first to deny him fully."
The dildo penetrated deeper, lubricated by the moisture that continued to flow. Her finger twisted upon the swollen nipple harder still. She heard her own protests of displeasure as they echoed in the room.
The plastic device opened her canal fully and Lydia suffered the same joyous torture as the character in the story. Her body stiffened in preparation for release, but as the character denied herself such humiliating pleasure so did Lydia.
The denial only heightened her excitement. Her right hand plunged the instrument deeper than it had ever reached before. She imagined the dildo was the professor. Could she cling to the final thread of defiance? She fought back the urge and distracted her mind in hopes of escaping the overwhelming juggernaut of delight.
Even as she did so her right hand rammed the instrument furiously in and out of her dripping wet hole. Nectar seeped from the orifice and stained the sheet below. Her groans grew louder and reverberated in the apartment room, stirring the adjacent neighbors from their restful slumber. An impatient pounding emanated from the wall behind the headboard.
Lydia could take no more. No more self-induced stinging pain, no more self-induced pleasure. The orgasm was upon her before she sensed its impending presence. The covers upon her body moved in jerky motions as her body beneath writhed and twitched in spasms of ecstasy. A brief flood of juice emerged and seeped from the still swollen lips.
Finally, sleep came.
At work the next day she was distracted by a particular phrase that continued to haunt her. "His mouth withdrew and he grasped them in the manner which I had sadly grown accusDennised," Lydia detected a deep sense of surrender and personal loss that she found incredibly arousing for a reason she couldn't determine.
Several times that day she found herself subconsciously seizing and relaxing her thighs in a rhythm that moistened her crotch. In other cases her left hand reached up and pinched on a hardened nipple through her clothing as her mind was focused on other issues. When she became aware of her activity she turned red in embarrassment and glanced around, hoping no one noticed. That was one benefit of her position; her own office.
The tingling warmth in her loins was distracting by itself, but when periodically fueled by that same line as it echoed in her mind it was slowly driving her crazy. Admitting to herself that no more progress on the current task could be made, she retrieved some items that needed to be returned to the corporate library and completed the errand.
As luck would have it Dennis was headed to the same place. He grasped two programming reference books in his left hand. He was such a hopeless geek. The more she considered her misplaced faith in the Campbell's soup-swilling quarterback, the angrier she grew.
"I vowed to be the first to deny him fully, even as his penetrating pointer filled my belly and triggered such powerful passion," she remembered another line. She tried to suppress the words. But in an odd sequence of events, she found this particular passage now inspired in her an improbable defiance. Her spirit soared.
"Looks like we're going down," Dennis chuckled as he inferred a double meaning to the statement.
She looked him in the eyes and smiled warmly. He was shocked into silence as Lydia placed a finger into her mouth and sucked on it seductively. "In your case I'm sure it'll be an express elevator that we get on. Too bad; I love a man with staying power. It's all about the challenge, and you'll offer none."
His confidence shattered, Dennis looked shaken and uncertain as he struggled to form a viable response to her unanticipated attack. Where had this come from? For him it was almost a relief when a bell announced their arrival at the second floor. As the doors slid open she grabbed his left arm and slowed his departure.
"Friday night, my place, seven o'clock; and wear your game face. I want to see attitude," she instructed in a dominating manner that shocked him once again.
She walked towards the library as he remained affixed to the same spot where she'd stopped him. She altered her route and stepped inside the Woman's restroom. She walked directly to a sink and grabbed the cold white porcelain edge for support.
Her entire body trembled as a strange transformation occurred. Lydia realized she now wielded a new weapon, one that was forged in the fire of a simple story that raged in the enormous furnace of Literotica.com.
She turned the faucet to cold and splashed water onto her face. It cooled and refreshed her. After the books were returned she returned to her unfinished task with a passion and relentless enthusiasm that amazed her. The echoing words haunted her no longer. She now savored Friday's arrival.
* * * * *
After work on Friday Lydia stepped into the bedroom, opened the top dresser drawer, and retrieved "Lessons Learned". The once crisp pages were wrinkled and stained with dried perspiration and traces of the pleasure it had given her on too many sleepless nights.
She didn't know why she bothered. The words had already been engraved into her mind. Still, she preferred to read rather than recall. And she had to make sure she was ready for Dennis. A bet was a bet, and she would pay up.
She read the story twice as she leaned against the kitchen counter, but dared not again. The story had left her with warmth in her loins and sexual craving. She glanced up at the kitchen clock. The current time denied her any attempt at self-pleasure. It was time to change.
Lydia's opinion was that sex started in the mind. Why else would erotic stories proliferate at so many sites, in so many locations around the world? First she would seduce Dennis, not that it offered any challenge. And that required a sexy appearance.
She had already decided what to wear. It annoyed Lydia to no end when her girlfriends waited until the last moment to change, and in their pursuit of something appropriate, fretted and delayed and caused them all to be late for a movie, or dinner, or whatever the occasion was. She herself anticipated in advance.
She slipped out of her work clothes and into a provocative outfit. She began with black lace panties and bra that covered her flesh but hid little. She performed a brief self-assessment in the bedroom mirror and knew she was irresistible. On top of that she added a very short sleeveless black dress with s deep plunging neckline.
The outfit matched her long, silky black hair and emphasized her supple thighs and cleavage. A diamond necklace and earrings added a final touch that caught and reflected the light, but sparkled less than her captivating green eyes.
She ran a brush through her hair and positioned it the way she preferred, and applied several squirts of her favorite high-dollar perfume. As distasteful as the task she faced was, she would tackle it with the same aggressive style she did in her professional life.
A half hour remained. She walked into the kitchen and removed a chicken and rice casserole from the oven to cool. The table had already been prepared. Two settings rested on the clear glass top supported by a wicker frame and four legs. Lydia had intentionally removed the table cover. A smile appeared on her luscious pink lips as she planned on maximizing the tables' design to add to the excitement.
All was ready when the doorbell rang. When she opened the door Dennis stood there, as dumbfounded as he was stunned by her gorgeous appearance. He was dressed in blue jeans, a Patriots jersey, and waved a large foam finger. She felt his eyes all over her, like invisible hands exploring all that was visible.
"I thought you said to put my game face on?" he tried to explain.
"Not the look, the attitude," Lydia responded. "It doesn't matter anyway, Dennis. Tonight's all about you, not me. Come in."
She took his right hand into her left and guided him to the kitchen. He chose a seat and sat down. Lydia knew he was staring at her ass as she made a point of bending over and searching through a drawer for a serving spoon. Her posture lifted the back of her dress and revealed the black lace panty crotch.
Surely he could see the soft black curls of pubic hair, and a hint of the pink lips which they flanked. Knowing that he was observing her most private part caused her to shudder with excitement, and she further delayed her search for she discovered it to be incredibly arousing.
She returned to the table and reached for his plate. As she bent over she offered him an up-close view of the plunging neckline and cleavage. When he nervously cleared his throat Lydia smiled, for she knew she already had his full attention.
Besides, all it took was a quick glance through the glass top to see the restless stirrings taking place inside his jeans. He noticed her looking and shifted uncomfortably.
After serving up the casserole she carefully position a basket of dinner rolls on the table that would keep him from viewing her crotch through the glass. Lydia sat down across from him in a most un-lady like manner, with her smooth thighs shifted apart as far as the arms of the padded wicker chair allowed.
She pretended not to notice as she lifted the basket to retrieve a roll and sensed him staring at the view. His eyes were riveted by the erotic offering as she intentionally delayed the process of roll selection. It was a move that triggered a surge of emanating heat in her belly and a slight oozing of her essence.
"Would you care for one?"
Her words distracted him, and he was slow to respond.
"Uh, y-yeah, please." He reached over and grasped the basket, delaying his roll selection process in order to keep the basket off the table for as long as possible. As he did Lydia took note of the slowly swelling bulge in his pants and smiled with satisfaction.
She silently wondered if Dennis realized that the glass was two-way, and that for as long as the basket was off the table not only could he see her, but she could also see him. She couldn't help but comment on that, and held nothing back in an effort to embarrass him in repayment of the many times he had done so to her at work.
"I can tell you're enjoying dinner," Lydia commented. "I'd even venture to say you're giving it high praise."
A quizzical expression formed on his face, and when he glanced down and saw his own erection through the table he flushed red in embarrassment. There was no way of hiding it except to return the basket to the table, which likewise cut off his view of her. It was a paradox, precisely as she had planned from the start.
Small talk was exchanged about sports, politics, local news, and a little gossip about some of the people they worked with. To Lydia, Dennis seemed distracted and nervous. She didn't know what he had anticipated when he arrived, but clearly it was not this. After they finished she led him into the living room and sat him down on the sofa.
Now it was she that was nervous, for he seemed to be much more comfortable. With him in position she kneeled on the floor before him and looked up with a naughty-girl look of shameless disgrace and guilt.
Lydia spoke the opening line of the story she'd memorized. "I've been a naughty girl."
Dennis looked down at her with a confused expression. The look in her eyes silenced the words he threatened to speak.
"The professor caught me again."
A smile appeared on his face. Although he still hadn't figured out what she was up to, he realized it was a story. "What have you done this time?"
"I went to class wearing that short red skirt you hate, that thin short-sleeved white blouse that's practically see-through, and no panties. He was a bit shocked when I first arrived. His eyes gazed at my breasts and I knew he could see the faint pink of my nipples through the fabric. That excited me and I intentionally positioned myself so that he could look.
"When class started I sat in front. I was bored within five minutes and my body slowly sank in the chair as he kept lecturing about the importance of adverbs. I thought nothing of it as my thighs moved apart. I hadn't meant for him to see, but he did. When the topic was finished he walked to my desk, peered down at me with a stern look, and made that motion with his fingers. I was confused at first, until I felt a rush of cool air on my bare pussy and realization set in.
"I told him I didn't mean it but my words fell on deaf ears. He repeated the gesture impatiently. My fingers obediently unbuttoned the front of my blouse. Once done his hands roughly yanked the tails from beneath the elastic waistband of my skirt and spread the fabric apart. I lowered my gaze as tears threatened to flow. I was ashamed and humiliated. I could only imagine what the other students thought.
"He had warned of such punishment, and threatened to make an example of the first transgressor. I still don't know why I encouraged his wrath. The index finger of each hand lightly rubbed upon my nipples. A chill coursed through me and they hardened. A wicked smile emerged and he tightly grasped the swollen tips and pinched.
"Momentarily the pressure delighted, but when he saw my reaction the pressure grew to the point of pain. I struggled to deny him any indicator of my displeasure, and so his firm grasp tightened still. He was not satisfied until finally I broke. I winced and yelped when my tolerance had been breached.
"The stinging pain was sharp but brief. His point had been made and we both knew it. But to ensure it would not be forgotten, he squeezed and twisted a second time. More force was applied. The shocking jolt of pain returned, more intense than the first, and was not brief. A single tear rolled down my left cheek, but I somehow denied him the pleasure of observing a complete breakdown. It was a battle of wills we fought in a hopeless war I could not win.
"My resistance maddened him, I believe. Perhaps if I had allowed the tears and gave him the satisfaction of breaking me quickly nothing more would come of it. But you know I am a stubborn fool, and through stubbornness caused myself much more duress in the hours that followed. He tried to pull me up from the chair with his firm hold. I resisted as long as I could but could not outlast his attempt.
"Once on my feet he pointed his left finger at my blouse and flicked it. I had no choice and slipped the loosened fabric from my shoulders and laid it across my desk. He repeated the gesture with his focus on my skirt. When it fell around my ankles he grabbed my left nipple between the fingers of his right hand and led me to the corner of shame. This time I wisely offered my full cooperation and gave him no reason to induce further displeasure.
"Such a powerful fear overcame me as I approached the corner and the stool which silently beckoned. It was likely created for this precisely, for it was both taller and smaller than anything I had seen before. He guided me into a sitting position on the tiny round top which provided the smallest area. Only after I settled into position was my sore, aching nipple released.
"It was most uncomfortable. Everything I had hung over the round surface, so small was it. Even with my legs fully extended downwards, I stood on tiptoe to reach the smooth, cold floor. He faced me towards the class, so that they all could witness the shame and embarrassment that would be endured if his strict rules were bent or broken.
"I believe my initial stubbornness must have inflamed his anger for to add to the humiliation I already suffered he placed his hands upon my knees and pressed them apart. I could bear no more. I refused and kept them pinned together with all the strength my legs could summon. But with one stern look he weakened my resolve. I closed my eyes and lowered my head in shame. All I had was fully revealed to my peers. My face grew hot with embarrassment."
Lydia noticed movement and glanced down at Dennis's crotch. He was fully hardened. She placed her soft hands on his thighs and caressed them through his denim jeans.
"Even now he was not done. A black kerchief was retrieved from his pocket, folded into a blind, and tied around my head. My vision was lost. Only the faintest of light could be seen through the fabric. He told me that I would learn better if I could only listen, for he suspected vision led to distraction in my case.
"Perhaps he was right. The lecture which had bored me took on new life as I was forced to only listen. I imagined the spoken words and saw them with more clarity than ever. I began to grasp the concepts, and for a brief time had forgotten the shameless position into which I had been placed. And then the words stopped.
"He announced the arrival of the twenty minute break that occurred halfway through the four hour lesson. He also advised his students that he had others matters to attend to and would try not to be late himself. A new fear surged through my mind as I wondered how he could leave me in such a position unattended. Had he forgotten of my naked presence on the stool, or was it a new form of torture I had to endure? When would it end?"
Lydia admired the pulsating mass inside Dennis's pants and the feel of his muscular legs beneath her hands. She was so tempted, but followed through with her plan. She had to be strong and finish what she set out to do; Dennis deserved no less.
"My suspicions were confirmed when the professor closed the door on his way out. A terrible noise sounded as chairs were hurriedly slid back from the desks and the metal feet scraped on the linoleum floor simultaneously. Rushed footsteps rapidly approached and my heart rate spiked. It was I that was the cause for their immediate urgency.
"Hands were upon my naked flesh. Although I could not see I sensed that I was surrounded in a sea of depravity. A hand tugged on my hair and pulled my head back. Lips were pressed to mine and the scent of perfume stimulated my olfactories. I still believe the one I kissed to be another young woman but having been denied sight I cannot say for sure. All I know is that the tongue was hot, skilled, and tasty.
"Hands squeezed upon my heaving breasts. Fingers caressed my parted inner thighs in a bid for my treasure, which remained untouched. It was as if they dueled for the unique pleasure. I was hopeful when I remained untouched there. A commotion broke out, and as the contenders battled another filled the void and fingers caressed the fragile pink folds of my pussy. I imagined it would be terrible and was surprised when tingling warmth filled my belly.
"Fingers touched my nipples, but lovingly so. It was as if they were trying to chase away the pain instilled by the professor. Were they compassionate? Were my peers comforting me in the only way they knew how? I hoped such was the case and my fear melted away. I lowered the emotional shield and allowed a torrent of pleasure to fill me."
Dennis was fully hardened as he leaned back and listened to the memorized words Lydia spoke. When memory failed she created, but few could not be recalled. The story was not hers; she merely provided a vehicle for its delivery. Her eyes admired the large pulsating bulge. Despite the utter contempt she felt towards him, there was no denying the excitement the story created within her aching flesh.
So anxious was she to release the steel-hard one-eyed monster that anxiously sought freedom that she skipped a part of the story.
"After class ended the others were dismissed. I felt fear and apprehension as the sound of his footsteps echoed in the now empty room when he approached. He said that I challenged him in a way no other had done. He explained that he could not allow a pupil to defy his authority, and that my spirit must be broken for my own good. I detected a new determination in his voice that I had not heard before. My body trembled upon the hard stool yet tensed defiantly, for that is my nature.
"This time it was his lips and tongue that hardened my nipples for transport; first my left, then my right. He did it in a manner that was as incredibly pleasing as it was intimidating. The tip of his extended tongue slowly flicked around the area, stirring the anxious nubs from their slumber. Once partially aroused his lips encircled them as the tongue pressed harder. He sucked and coaxed them to their full height. Upon doing so his teeth bit down hard enough to generate a brief surge of stinging pain that inflamed them further still.
"His mouth withdrew and he grasped them in the manner which I had sadly grown accustomed to. He pulled me from my uncomfortable perch, rotated my naked form, and pushed me down until my lower belly was supported by the surface that my bottom had previously occupied. As all of my peers had fully explored between my legs, I saw no purpose of protecting my treasure and shamelessly postured in a way that I knew would please him."
Lydia paused and swallowed hard, for the story was not only arousing Dennis. She sensed a growing wetness between her thighs, and her heart raced as excitedly as his. Her fingers grasped the brass zipper of his pants and eased it down a half inch. Her eyes looked up at him and he looked back. She saw the anticipation in his eyes. Yet there was more in the look that eluded her.
"He said it was for my own good as he walked in the direction of his desk. I heard a drawer as it was opened, and something retrieved. He had spoken of a paddle but none had ever laid eyes upon it. Was it soft, I wondered? Likely not; more likely it was as hard and cold as his heart. I did not have to wait long to receive an answer.
"I felt rushing air as it was displaced by the swinging paddle. It struck furiously and invoked a surprisingly sharp surge of stinging pain that took my breath away. I cried aloud, both in shock and discomfort. He snickered at my response, thinking he would break me. Again, my resolve hardened. Why I refused to allow him to break my spirit I cannot explain. It certainly would have made things easier.
"The first was followed by another; I had expected it would and was prepared. This time I held my breath, tensed, and winced. My eyes closed as the strike landed. I bore the brunt of the sharp assault in silence. Only the loud slap of the paddle hitting flesh could be heard. Tears welled up in my eyes but I vigorously suppressed them as I had my voice.
"After the first two, the remainder just deepened my misery but I held out. My ass stung and burned as never before. There was a long silence after the punishment stopped. I don't know what was going through his mind but it frightened me, for a desperate man was a dangerous man. Finally he backed away. I heard a desk drawer being opened, and the paddle being returned to its home."
Lydia eased the zipper down another half inch. The penis struggled anxiously against the denim that confined it. She could smell the musk aroma of his seeping seed as it drifted up from the small opening her fingers head created. She shuddered with tingling warmth and a fire warmed her loins with desire.
"He asked if I was a virgin. I thought the question odd but responded appropriately. He said it was a shame, for he so enjoyed breaking a virgin. His voice intimated that it had been done on many prior occasions. A second noise was heard but I could not tell what it was. The mystery filled me with such a sense of fear and dread that I almost broke down on its account.
"He approached, and something small pressed against my left ankle. It slowly ascended. After the knee, as it rose along my left inner thigh towards my vulnerable pussy, I shuddered in a wave of intense delight. The way my body reacted was shameful, but I could not prevent its occurrence.
"When it reached my delicate lips, it lightly traced along them. My body emitted a small flood of nectar that coated the canyon walls of my treasure in preparation for something which my body hungered yet my mind resisted. It pulled away and repeated its cruel teasing at the ankle of my right leg. Again it ascended, and upon reaching my right inner thigh it was no less arousing. I was fully wet and wanted him to finish, for my defiance was tiresome.
"I felt it on my left ankle again, and the right, and again still more. Each time my excitement increased. By the time the wondrous torture ended I could see small droplets of nectar as they splattered upon the floor beneath me. My lips were so enlarged that they opened like the gentle petals of a flower to the sun and eagerly revealed my treasure in all its glistening beauty.
"A soft pop sounded, a zipper was lowered, and clothing rustled. My body had betrayed me with its reaction and my face turned hot in humiliation. The tip of him pressed against my flesh. It found the entry it sought. His hands reached forward, grasped my hips for support, and thrust inside. It was as if my body invited him. My tight walls yielded and drew him further in. A second thrust followed, and countless more.
"My entire body writhed and trembled upon the stool in wicked delight. He professed that now I would break, for no pupil had withstood this final act. The few that refused to break did so as their muscles convulsed in climax and spilled the tears he sought. He told me this over and over. I tried so hard to quell the intense pleasure that wracked my loins."
Lydia lowered the zipper to the bottom of its track. The bulge found the opening and though still encased beneath the white cotton underpants spilled partially outside. A soft fingertip lightly caressed the tip of the throbbing penis.
"My mind fought against the rippling warmth and tingling, suppressing it before it could accumulate. I vowed to be the first to deny him fully, even as his penetrating pointer filled my belly and triggered such powerful passion. The incredible wonder he generated was undeniable and my flesh hungered for final release. Not only did I fight against the impending orgasm, I fought back the tears that desperately sought release.
"How close I was to release and the complete breaking of my spirit was indisputable. As if angered, his considerably mass thrust harder and faster still. The stool screeched in protest as its legs slid across the linoleum. The excitement in my supple loins grew higher and higher, and I struggled to remain above the lapping of its waves. Oh how incredible, how wondrous, and how shamelessly disgraceful."
Lydia pressed her fingers inside his jeans, drew the front of his underpants down, and released the erection that sought freedom. For the very first time her eyes gazed upon the sizeable mass of steel-hard flesh. Her wetness flowed and her loins surge with excitement. For as intense the delightful agony of the character she related, her own was rapidly mounting. She was so tempted to touch and kiss his penis, but first the end must come.
"I don't know how I managed, so tenuous was my hold. My mind clung to the smallest thread, and it was straining. To my surprise it was the professor that tensed and grunted aloud in ecstasy. I felt the head ejecting hot wetness deeply inside my womb.
"Several more times he penetrated me fully and delivered the remaining seed his balls had stored in preparation. I was at my breaking point and almost lost all control. But somehow, in a twist of fate that none could have anticipated, he withdrew himself from me in defeat. My heart surged with happiness as my body endured the cruel loss of stimulation.
"The combination of my nectar and his warm semen dripped from the lips that remained swollen and open in an invitation that he was unable to accept. I could feel his eyes on me as he stood there it total silence.
"I could not see his face but suspect he was filled with a rage greater than he had ever felt before. My suspicions were confirmed when he leaned over me, pressing his body upon mine, and reached his hands around. They grasped the tips of my breasts and grasped at the nipples.
"As he prepared me for transport once again, it was he that broke down and cried. As a child in the arms of its mother he openly wept, and it was he that endured the same shame and humiliation that I had somehow overcome."
Lydia's head lowered, and she lightly kissed the smooth tip of his penis. Her tongue extended and lightly licked around the tip. She didn't recoil when a drop of seed appeared in anticipation, but rather captured it with the tip of her tongue and allowed the flavor to be experienced. She pressed her lips down, allowed the head to pass between them, and fully filled her mouth was as much of him as she could.
Her eyes closed as she kneeled before him and bobbed her head up and down. His fingers sifted through her silky hair and caressed her scalp. The excitement she had built with the retelling of the erotic tale had taken its toll. It took little effort on her part to elicit the climax she sought.
Dennis threw his head back. His strong body tensed and he gasped in wonder as a flood of hot semen filled her mouth. Lydia kept licking and sucking and swallowed what was necessary to continue for as long as he required. The rest dripped down her chin. After his balls were emptied he gently pushed her away, for the tip had sensitized to stimulation.
He finished the story she had begun. "And in an odd twist of fate, it was the professor that yielded total control to his pupil, for she had broken him."
Lydia looked up at him in amazement as thick milky semen dripped from her lips and chin.
"Let's research the sequel," he suggested.