“Oh god, what’s happening!?!” Casey cried out as she rubbed her exposed pussy, she closed her eyes and bit her lower lip as the pleasure shot up her spine and buried itself in her mind.
“Why whatever do you mean Casey?” Professor Thompson asked with an over the top innocent smile.
“My… my… my clothes and… and… oh god… and ooooooooo!” she cried out as her fingers slipped between he wet pussy lips and her whole body shuttered with pleasure.
“What’s wrong with your clothes? And you certainly seem to be enjoying yourself…”
Casey managed to get her fingers out of her pussy and go back to simply rubbing her outer lips, “They’re… they’re… wrong! I came her in… in jeans and a… oh god… a sweet shirt!”
She could clearly remember it, knocking on his front door, her runners squeaking slightly on the smooth surface of the patio stones, the slight chill of the fall air being fended off by the soft thick fabric of the sweet shirt and the large sack of books and her laptop over her shoulder in her backpack.
Casey was Professor Thompson’s teaching assistant, she’d come over to mark the student’s mid-term papers with him and then… and then… she couldn’t remember what had happened until she was sitting across from him, barely dressed and rubbing her pussy.
“Don’t be silly Casey, do you see any jeans or a sweet shirt around here?”
Casey wanted to protest, but something felt off, she looked around and could only see a white shirt and a tiny little backpack that wouldn’t have held her wallet let alone all of her books and laptop.
“But… but…”
“Now Casey, don’t you remember why your parents sent you here?”
Casey furrowed her brow as best as she could to concentrate as her fingers continued to send waves of pleasure through her, “My… my… parents? But.. they’re so far… away.”
“So far away? Why they just live down the block! You come her once a week after school, still dressed in that little uniform that silly high school makes you wear, so I can help you with your problems.”
“My problems? Oh god mmmmmmmph… High school?”
“Yes, that right, your problem. I’m Professor Thompson form the university, I’m a psychologist and have known your parents for years. I was happy to agree to help them out with they troubled little girl when they asked.”
“I’m not… I’m not a… little girrrrrlllll!” Casey cried out as a small orgasm crashed over her, her fingers continued to work their magic as it did.
“I know, I know, you hate being called that, but that is all you are, a little girl with so many problems. Nymphomania, exhibitionism, rape fantasies, oral fixation, verbal degradation… why there’s barely any sexual fetish that doesn’t turn you on.”
“That’s… that’s… that’s no true!” she cried out and Professor Thompson simply smiled, reaching out and placing his thumb just in front of her lips.
“Really? Then I can just leave this here for a minute…”
Casey stared at it as she continued to masturbate, a sudden urge welling up from the pit of her stomach… maybe… maybe he was right?
There she was, masturbating in front of an older man, her mouth half open as she stared almost cross eyed as his thumb, the urge to take it between her lips rising higher and higher… maybe she did have all those problems?
She tried as hard as she could to resist but it was too much, her lips trembled as she wrapped them around his thumb and sucked it in. The tsunami of pleasure nearly consumed her as she did.
“There’s my good little girl Casey, suck that thumb like the little cock obsessed slut you are.”
The words pushed her closer and closer to the edge, unable to control herself she plunged her fingers back in to her pussy and sucked on his thumb like it was the most glorious cock she’d ever seen.
“That’s a good slut, stuff those fingers in that cunt and work them hard. I want to see that slutty look on your face when your eyes roll back in your head and you cum like a freight train.”
It was too much, she sucked his thumb in as hard as she could as she titled her head back and felt the orgasm crash over her, her eyes rolling back in to her head and her whole body quivering from the power of it.
Moements later when she could think once more, she felt the Professors hands on her hips, lifting her up and turning her around. Then he pushed her down over the foot stool so that her ass was in the air, flipping her skirt up over and up on to her back.
“Uh… Professor?”
“Yes Casey?”
“Are you gonna help me with my problems now?”
“I’m afraid not Casey, it turns out I like you just the way you are, so instead I’m just going to fuck that tight little cunt of yours until you beg me to make you my own personal whore. How does that sound?”
Casey let out a moan and bit her lower lip, “God Professor, I love your big hard cock in my pussy so that sounds just wonderful! The guys at my high school just can’t satisfy me the way you do!”
She didn’t have to wait long as he plunged right in to her eager pussy and she cried out in pleasure, “Oh god yes Professor! Fuck my hot little cunt! Make me your personal little whore!”
He pound in and out of her for several minutes, at some point Casey had looked up and across the room and saw her laptop sitting open on the couch, the spinning pattern still displayed there and she cried out once more as yet another orgasm washed over her.
