Sucking him off in the studio [F/M] | 2016

I am under strict instruction from my Sir to post at least one story per week about my escapades and slutty life. So, until he decides that I have fulfilled his expectations like an obedient whore, look forward to stories of me being fucked in every which way, used, and loving every fucking second of it.

I was such a fucking slut when I was 18.

I walked into class that day wearing a short, plaid skirt, with fishnets held up by a garter, and a skin-tight, white t-shirt. When I sat down and crossed my legs, the garter straps were completely visible to anyone looking. My hair was wild and wavy, and my eyes were lined with black. This was one of my "fuck me" outfits, and I wore it to class proudly, hoping that one guy, Grant, would notice. I had been staring at him for weeks, and I desperately wanted his cock. There was something about him that I couldn't get out of my head. I had this feeling that he would take control over me, if I let him, and that made me want him even more.

We were in our film production class, and we were placed in the same group for an assignment. Fuck yes, I thought, this is my chance. We had to brainstorm some boring shit that I don't remember, but I do remember leaning over the table to give him the best possible view of my huge, round tits. I saw his eyes linger on my chest, but he quickly looked away and pretended to be more interested in his work. I was getting frustrated, so I sat beside him, crossing my legs to expose my garter stretching over my thighs. We were talking to our other group members when I felt his finger slide from the base of my fishnets, beside one of the garter straps, slowing moving towards my inner thigh. I had to keep myself from visibly shivering--I had been waiting so long for his touch and now that I had it I wanted to scream in ecstasy. He placed his whole hand under my skirt and started moving further upwards, excrutiatingly slow. Our teacher came over to see our progress, and he took his hand away. Fuck.

Later in the class, Grant and I had to go to the studio to edit something. We were walking towards the editing room when I noticed that there was a semi-secluded space, kind of blocked off by large props and such. I grabbed his arm and led him there as quickly as I could. I took his hand and placed it on my thigh, under my skirt. "I think this is where we were." He raised his eyebrow at me and smiled. "And what do you think is going to happen here? Do you think I'm going to fuck you? Do you want me to fuck you?" And he grabbed my ass hard over my skirt, making me gasp. I bit my lip and nodded.

"Say it," he demanded. I looked up at him--he was over six feet tall--and said, "I need you to fuck me." He quickly pushed me to face the wall, and lifted my skirt. Running his hands over my ass, I could hear him unzip his pants and feel the tip of his cock against me. I moaned and pressed myself back into him, begging him with my body to fuck me. All I wanted was to feel him slide into me, and have my tight, wet pussy pounded into oblivion. My body heaved with anticipation, and I let out little whimpers of frustration. "No. I'm not going to fuck you." I spun around so that my back was against the wall. "What?! Are you fucking kidding me?" He smirked and looked down at me. "I'm not going to fuck you yet. I don't think you've earned it."

Just hearing that line made me moan, and I dropped to my knees in front of him. "Could I earn it by doing this..?" And I began teasing the head of his thick, hard cock with my tongue. I licked up the precum that was gathering at the tip and moaned quietly, "You taste so fucking good." I brought up one of my hands and began stroking his shaft while I worked the head--first by circling my tongue around, slowly, then taking just the first couple of inches of his dick into my mouth. I wanted to push my head down all the way and have him watch me gag, but I wanted to tease him like he did to me. I began tracing my tongue down to the base of his cock, down to his balls. My hand still stroking him, I took each one of his balls into my mouth and sucked on them, hearing him groan and feeling his hand press against the back of my head. I moved back up and without the slightest hesitation, pushed my mouth as far as I could down his cock. I moved my head back and forth, each time feeling him a little deeper, my throat becoming more used to being filled completely.

I could hear him start to breathe more quickly and heavily, so I began to move faster. I pushed my mouth down on his cock, gagging almost every time, but he fucking loved the noises and I could tell. I knew that he was ready to cum as he pushed me into the wall--he held my head in his hands and I was completely immobilized. He started forcing his cock into my mouth, and was pumping into me faster and harder. My moans were muffled, and every time that I made a sound I could feel him thrust into me with all of his strength behind him. When he shot his cum down the back of my throat, I had to grip onto his thighs to keep my balance. He released my head and I hungrily licked up every drop of cum that was still leaking from the tip of his cock. I looked up at him and asked, "Have I earned it yet?" He zipped up his jeans and smiled, "I'll let you know."

We got up and went back into the editing room, and I was so. fucking. wet that I couldn't stop thinking about him fucking me. Needless to say, I didn't get a lot of work done in that class.