Thursday at 5:01 I was bent over Dr. Elena Voss’s desk with lube already slick between my cheeks and my shorts on the floor.
She locked the door, set her phone on the chair angled toward us, and looked at me.
“You brought it. Good. Hands flat. Don’t move them. I’m starting with your ass today. Then your cunt. Then your mouth if you can still take it. The scholarship doesn’t get paid any other way anymore.”
She stepped into the harness, coated the thick strap, and pressed the head against me. I breathed out and pushed back. She sank in slow, inch by inch, until she was buried. The stretch was intense. She stayed there, grinding, one hand on my hip, the other reaching under to rub my c**t while I adjusted.
“Tight,” she muttered. “You’ve been thinking about this. Filthy girl. Sending my s
