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about what he was
about to do to me.
    He knelt down and thrust a buzzing vibrator
into my hands. "Make yourself come."
    My eyes widened when I saw the the vibrator.
It was absolutely massive! I hesitated for a moment and he barked.
“What are you waiting for, Slave? Make yourself come!”
    I pushed the vibrator against my wet aching
pussy and felt as if my whole body was vibrating. The sensations
were beyond intense and I moaned like a madwoman touched by the
angels.
    “ Faster!” He barked again
and my hands quickened their pace.
    My brain was awash in white blinding light
as the pleasure filled me. He stepped in front of me again.
    “ Jack me off while you
make yourself come.” He unzipped his pants and let his cock roll
out. My hand barely formed around his massive cock and I closed my
eyes, fantasizing about it pumping inside of me.
    There was a drop of pearly pre-cum
glistening at the tip of his cock. Slowly spreading it over the
head, I started moving my hand up and down his shaft. He shifted so
that I was forced to reach behind me. My hand around the vibrator
slackened.
    He yanked at my hair. “Do not stop, Slave.
Make yourself come!”
    It was harder and harder to keep track of
both my hands. As I pushed the vibrator deeper inside of me, the
strength ebbed away from my other hand and I loosened my grip.
    “ Keep going,
Slave!”
    “ It is sorry...” I mumbled
through the gag as my hands matched each others' motions again. But
no matter how hard I tried, one hand always ended up weaker than
the other. The vibrator buzzed and I suddenly shuddered. Another
orgasm was coming.
    “ Where are you, Slave?
Pump!” He tugged on my hair again as the orgasm erupted from inside
of me. I let loose a loud cry and bent forward, struggling to
breathe.
    He pulled my hand away and watched me as I
gasped and coughed on the hard floor. When I had finally gathered
myself, he said. “Put the chair in the center of the room and sit
down.”
    When I sat down on the chair, he said.
“Spread your legs. Put your hands above your head.”
    I looked at him apprehensively and waited
for my next orders. He opened my legs further and pushed them up
until I was on my toes. Then, he pulled my hips forward while
pushing my head back so that I was half leaning on the hard wooden
chair.
    “ This next part ought to
be simple, Slave. Stay still. Do not move.”
    Stay
still ? I
can do that. But after just a few
minutes, my muscles started to grow tired from holding the
position. But Professor Wright remained still. He stared right at
me as he took his massive cock in his hand and started stroking it.
The sight of the red-purple head pumping seductively through his
clenched fist made me wet and I wanted to touch myself. He muttered
as he quickened his stroke.
    “ Do you want me inside
you, Slave? Is this what you're looking for?”
    “ Yes, Sir.” I
nodded.
    “ Very well. You may
relax.”
    I let my limbs fall down by my side and
slumped in the chair. Sweat covered my body and I became extremely
tired.
    His fingers cupped around my chin and his
voice rasped at my ear. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
    “ Yes, Master!” I
gasped. Was I ready? His cock... it's
so big... will it fit?
    But there was no time to think. He bent me
over the chair and started wrapping ropes around my ankles and
arms, immobilizing me to the chair.
    “ You've had an interesting
day, haven't you, Slave?” His voice was silky smooth again, but I
could sense the danger looming underneath the surface and I
shuddered in the chair.
    I nodded.
    “ Don't worry, fun's not
over yet.”
    He bent down and ran his finger across my
lips. “You are a beautiful creature, Slave. Those soft, delicious
lips.”
    His finger traced the outside of the gag.
“Your jaw's tired, isn't it?”
    I nodded enthusiastically and mumbled
'Master' behind the gag. He smiled and suddenly, he was my
professor again and not my Master.
    “ Well, let's get that
off.” Click. Click. And just like