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Request: aureateey answered: Stop begging girl… You’ll cum when I say you can
Oh oh oh.
My life is made up of these moments of agony and ecstasy. Or at least it feels that way.
Uh. Uh.
Those sounds…they’re coming from me. I’m making those noises. Animalistic. Guttural. He’s reduced me to this. He’s turned me from Marissa, a 4.0 GPA French Language and Literature major, into..
“Missy, show me your tits. I can see your nipples are hard. I want to see if we can still see the clamp marks.”
….into Missy. My professor’s slave-pet and fuck toy du jour.
“Faster, Missy.”
I can’t go any faster, I simply can’t, I can’t, I’m shaking my head and he’s reaching out towards me and oh god what is he doing —
Ahhhhhh anything I will just please don’t
Apparently I can move my fingers faster. He makes it apparent to me. Just like he’s made so many other things apparent to me. Like what an utter cum slut I am. What a cock slave. Dominated the moment he unzips his pants and brings his cock out. He controls me completely.
Ooooooooooouhhhhhhhh no no professor oh professor sir please let me
If you’ll just let me
But he doesn’t. Course he doesn’t. Those wet, sucking noises. Slurping. That’s me. My cunt. What I’m doing to myself. I can’t stop. I just can’t. I can’t go over either. That would be bad. That would be, oh, that would be so bad. He’s shown me how bad it will be if I go over when I’m not supposed to.
“BAD Missy. Bad, bad Missy! Did I say you could slow down? I want to see your tits shake. If you need the crop to help you, I’ll fetch it.”
Noooooooooo
I keep frigging myself. Try not to let the heel of my hand brush my clit too much. Oh god just the sounds leaking out of my body…leaking like my cunt. It mortifies me.
Uhnunhh
My breasts feel so swollen. Sore even. They’re wobbling like crazy and it’s driving me crazy. Let it be good enough for him. Please let me please him. Don’t let me disappoint my professor.
Please, please. Oh please oh please please please professirrr ohghhg
“Good girl, Missy. They’re bouncing so nicely now.”
Oh yes thank you, Sir. My thighs are burning from squatting like this with my knees spread so far apart. The ruffle on these damn little-school-girl socks are rasping against my skin but I just don’t care. My breasts are trembling so much, my whole body is, and god he’s just watching me, staring at my face and my chest and my pussy and I’m so wet and he can see and god he can HEAR how wet I am. Just because he’s telling me to do this for him.
SIR PLEASE SIR PLEASE PLEASE MAY I CUM?
Mayimayimayimayimayimayiiii
“Stop begging, girl.”
Ohhhhhhh god I
There are no words to describe the scream I make. He’s going to twist my nipples right off.
“Thank me, Missy. Thank me for not letting you cum. Thank me for not letting you fail me.”
Thank you sir. Oh thank you. Thank youuu.
“You’ll cum when I say you can. You like it that way, don’t you, Missy? When I give you permission?”
Yes, Professor. I love it.
Other Missy-centric posts can be found here.

Request: aureateey answered: Stop begging girl… You’ll cum when I say you can

Oh oh oh.

My life is made up of these moments of agony and ecstasy. Or at least it feels that way.

Uh. Uh.

Those sounds…they’re coming from me. I’m making those noises. Animalistic. Guttural. He’s reduced me to this. He’s turned me from Marissa, a 4.0 GPA French Language and Literature major, into..

“Missy, show me your tits. I can see your nipples are hard. I want to see if we can still see the clamp marks.”

….into Missy. My professor’s slave-pet and fuck toy du jour.

“Faster, Missy.”

I can’t go any faster, I simply can’t, I can’t, I’m shaking my head and he’s reaching out towards me and oh god what is he doing —

Ahhhhhh anything I will just please don’t

Apparently I can move my fingers faster. He makes it apparent to me. Just like he’s made so many other things apparent to me. Like what an utter cum slut I am. What a cock slave. Dominated the moment he unzips his pants and brings his cock out. He controls me completely.

Ooooooooooouhhhhhhhh no no professor oh professor sir please let me

If you’ll just let me

But he doesn’t. Course he doesn’t. Those wet, sucking noises. Slurping. That’s me. My cunt. What I’m doing to myself. I can’t stop. I just can’t. I can’t go over either. That would be bad. That would be, oh, that would be so bad. He’s shown me how bad it will be if I go over when I’m not supposed to.

“BAD Missy. Bad, bad Missy! Did I say you could slow down? I want to see your tits shake. If you need the crop to help you, I’ll fetch it.”

Noooooooooo

I keep frigging myself. Try not to let the heel of my hand brush my clit too much. Oh god just the sounds leaking out of my body…leaking like my cunt. It mortifies me.

Uhnunhh

My breasts feel so swollen. Sore even. They’re wobbling like crazy and it’s driving me crazy. Let it be good enough for him. Please let me please him. Don’t let me disappoint my professor.

Please, please. Oh please oh please please please professirrr ohghhg

“Good girl, Missy. They’re bouncing so nicely now.”

Oh yes thank you, Sir. My thighs are burning from squatting like this with my knees spread so far apart. The ruffle on these damn little-school-girl socks are rasping against my skin but I just don’t care. My breasts are trembling so much, my whole body is, and god he’s just watching me, staring at my face and my chest and my pussy and I’m so wet and he can see and god he can HEAR how wet I am. Just because he’s telling me to do this for him.

SIR PLEASE SIR PLEASE PLEASE MAY I CUM?

Mayimayimayimayimayimayiiii

“Stop begging, girl.”

Ohhhhhhh god I

There are no words to describe the scream I make. He’s going to twist my nipples right off.

“Thank me, Missy. Thank me for not letting you cum. Thank me for not letting you fail me.”

Thank you sir. Oh thank you. Thank youuu.

“You’ll cum when I say you can. You like it that way, don’t you, Missy? When I give you permission?”

Yes, Professor. I love it.

Other Missy-centric posts can be found here.