Library Lessons

The Master's Command Part 3

Professor Robert Carter's control over Amber grew more absolute as he fucked her face with an animalistic fervor. He knew he had her, hooked on the forbidden thrill of their encounters. Her eyes watered and her nose was squished against his pelvis, but she didn't fight, instead letting out muffled moans that only served to egg him on. His hand gripped her hair tighter, using her as his personal toy, a living embodiment of the desires he'd been harboring for months. The library, a bastion of scholarly purity, had become a playground for his darkest fantasies.

Professor Robert Carter's breath grew ragged as he felt his climax building. His hand left her neck, reaching down to slap her cheek with a sting that echoed through the quiet library. "Look at me, Miss Allister," he snarled, his voice thick with lust. "Look at the man you're going to service from now on." Amber's eyes snapped up, glazed with arousal and submission, and met his. He withdrew his cock from her mouth, a string of saliva connecting them. He stepped back, admiring her sprawled on the couch, her skirt hiked up, her pussy wet and exposed. "You're going to be my little library slut," he murmured, "and you're going to love every second of it."

Professor Robert Carter's gaze raked over Amber's exposed body, his hunger for her unbridled. He grabbed a nearby book, using it to slap her ass with a sharp crack that echoed through the library. She yelped, but the sound was muffled by the couch cushion. "Now, Miss Allister," he said, his voice a low rumble, "I think it's time for your next lesson." He positioned himself behind her, his cock at her entrance. He pushed in without preamble, filling her completely.

Professor Robert Carter's thrusts grew more forceful, his hand gripping Amber's hips as he pounded into her. "You're such a dirty little slut," he whispered, his breath hot on her neck. "Cumming in the library like this...it's going to be our little secret, isn't it?" Amber nodded, her breath coming in gasps as she felt his cock hit all the right spots. The thought of being his secret whore, his personal plaything, made her pussy clench around him. She could feel herself getting closer to the edge.

Professor Robert Carter grabbed the book he had brought with him, the spine digging into her back as he leaned over her. "You're going to come for me now, Amber," he ordered, his voice thick with desire. He reached around and pinched her clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. "You're going to scream my name so loud that the whole library will know who you belong to." Amber's eyes widened, and she bit her lip to stifle the scream building in her throat. She nodded again, eager to please him, eager to let him hear her moan his name.

Professor Robert Carter's grip on her hips tightened, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he approached his peak. "You're going to cum for me, Amber," he ground out, his teeth clenched. "You're going to drench this book with your whore juices." He slammed into her harder, the book pressed against her back, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing through the quiet library.

Professor Robert Carter's grip on her hips tightened even more, his thrusts growing more primal. "You're going to cum for me, my dirty little slut," he murmured, his voice a dark promise in her ear. He reached down, pushing the book aside and using his hand to rub her clit in a firm, steady rhythm that matched his strokes. "You're going to be my library whore, always ready for me to come and use you like this."

Amber felt her orgasm building, her body responding to his every command. She nodded frantically, her voice a whimper as she tried to hold back the scream that was threatening to escape her lips. "Yes, Professor," she gasped, her eyes squeezed shut. "I'll be your library slut. Use me...please, use me!"