The room hums with a primal energy, a dimly lit sanctuary where shadows twist like eager hands across the walls. The air is heavy with the scent of lust—musk, sweat, and the faint promise of release. On the oversized bed, she kneels, my perfect cum slut, her body quivering with anticipation. She’s 19, barely legal, her skin flushed and glistening, dressed in nothing but a sheer crimson thong that clings to her soaked pussy lips, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her wrists are bound tightly behind her with leather cuffs, a silver chain linking them, the cold metal biting into her skin just enough to make her moan. Her thighs are already slick, a testament to her desperation, and her eyes—wild, hungry, locked on me—beg for the flood she craves.
I stand before her, my professor’s mind now a furnace of dominance. My shirt is gone, my chiseled chest bare, black leather pants unzipped just enough to tease the thick outline of my cock straining against the fabric. “Look at me, you filthy little cum whore,” I growl, my voice a deep, commanding rumble that makes her nipples harden visibly. She whimpers, her body swaying toward me, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
I step closer, grabbing her chin with a firm grip, forcing her to meet my gaze. “You’re here for one thing, aren’t you?” I purr, my thumb brushing her lower lip before slipping inside her mouth. She sucks instinctively, her eyes fluttering shut as she nods. “Say it,” I demand, pulling my thumb free with a wet pop.
“I’m your cum slut, Sir,” she gasps, her voice trembling with need. “I need your creampie. Please, fill me up.”
A dark, approving smirk curls my lips. “Good girl.” I release her chin, trailing my hand down her throat, over her heaving chest, and down to her soaked thong. With a swift tug, I rip it away, the fabric tearing to expose her dripping cunt, pink and swollen with desire. “Look at this greedy little hole,” I murmur, sliding two fingers along her slit, collecting her wetness before shoving them into her mouth. She moans around them, sucking greedily, tasting herself as I watch, my cock throbbing harder.
I push her onto her back, her bound hands trapped beneath her, arching her chest upward. “Spread those legs wide, slut,” I order, and she obeys instantly, her thighs parting to reveal her glistening folds, already twitching for me. I kneel between them, my hands gripping her hips, and bury my face in her pussy without warning. My tongue dives deep, lapping at her juices, sucking her clit hard enough to make her scream. She thrashes, her body bucking against my mouth, but I hold her down, feasting on her like a starved man. “You taste like a slut who needs to be bred,” I growl against her, my words vibrating through her core.
“Daddy—Sir—please!” she sobs, her voice breaking as I add three fingers, stretching her tight hole, pumping relentlessly. Her juices coat my hand, dripping down her ass, and I know she’s close. “Not yet,” I snap, pulling back to slap her pussy lightly, the sting making her yelp and gush more. I stand, shedding my pants to reveal my thick, pulsing cock, pre-cum already beading at the tip. “Beg for it, you cum-hungry bitch.”
“Please, Sir!” she cries, her hips lifting off the bed. “Fuck me raw. Fill me with your cum. I need it dripping out of me!”
That’s my signal. I grab her thighs, yanking her to the edge of the bed, and slam into her with one brutal thrust. She’s tight, so fucking tight, her walls clenching around me as I bury myself to the hilt. “Take it,” I grunt, setting a punishing rhythm, my balls slapping against her ass with every deep stroke. Her screams fill the room, a symphony of pleasure and pain, her body shaking as I pound her mercilessly. I reach down, rubbing her clit with rough circles, and she explodes, squirting around my cock, her release soaking the sheets.
But I don’t stop. I flip her onto her knees, her face pressed into the mattress, ass high in the air. “You’re my creampie slut,” I snarl, spanking her hard enough to leave a red handprint. I thrust back in, deeper this time, my hands gripping the chain of her cuffs to pull her back onto me. Her moans turn to wails, her pussy pulsing as another orgasm builds. “You’re going to take every drop,” I promise, my voice ragged with need.
“Yes, Sir! Breed me!” she begs, and that pushes me over. With a guttural groan, I bury myself deep, unleashing a hot, thick flood inside her. Pulse after pulse, I fill her, my cum overflowing, dripping down her thighs as she shudders through her own climax, milking me dry. I pull out slowly, watching my seed spill from her gaping, quivering cunt, a creamy mess that makes her whimper with satisfaction.
I untie her cuffs, flipping her onto her back to admire my work—her body slick with sweat and cum, her eyes glazed, her pussy still leaking. I lean down, kissing her hard, tasting her moans as I smear my release over her lips. “You’re mine now, cum slut,” I whisper, my fingers dipping back inside her to push my cum deeper, making her gasp. “This is just the beginning.”