EXTRACT FOR
The Dominating Professor
(J.S. Lee)

"Ask me properly," he commanded, a barrage of slaps on her bottom reminding her of her place.



"Please, let me cum," she panted, backing her ass up to his hand, thrusting her dripping pussy down to meet his touch, at the moment, she thought either could make her reach her awaited climax.



"That's a good girl," he responded and in just a few more flicks of his fingers, she was ready and he would pause to ask the question that he knew would send her spiraling into a blissful oblivion, "now, think about your boyfriend."



Bethany did as she was told and pictured Jeff's face there between her legs as she squirted and shuddered out rolling waves of the desperate orgasm, her clit pounding and drenched, her insides pulsing and releasing.  She would leave the Professor's lap coated in her juices before he slid the pants down and drug her roughly to the bedroom.



Her spanking would continue after he tied her by the ankles to the bedposts, legs spread wide, hot, pulsating bottom in the air.  The Professor would rub her bottom slowly, tracing his fingers down the back of her legs and feel the shiver of her want run through her skin, reaching up to fondle her nipple or torture her clit once more before striking her again.  He knew every vulnerable spot.



Bethany knew her bottom would be purple from the beating tomorrow and still she cried for more.  The Professor started to tease her softly again, positioned between her legs, the head of his huge cock brushed between her lips.  His inquisition would start, while she panted from the pressure of his dick rubbing back and forth across her lips.