Page 54 of The Professor
Their moans became more desperate, their breaths fractured.
“Come.” She slapped his face, hard. “Come with me.”
He cried out, his eyes wide and his teeth gritted. She let out a wail of bliss, and a full-body tremble attacked her, jolting her hips, sending a shudder over her breasts. And then she collapsed over him, pussy on show and, speared by his cock, she continued to spasm and grind.
“Turning you on?” Andrew asked quietly.
“Can’t say I wouldn’t enjoy riding you like that.” My pussy was quivering just watching them.
He chuckled. “By all means, but don’t get any ideas about tying me up.”
“Why not?” I frowned at him.
“I’m not a switch, babe, I do the tying up, remember?” He swept his lips over mine.
“Of course.” How could I forget being roped to a chair and fingered to the edge of orgasm several times before he let me come?
“Gotta a problem with that?”
“I don’t think so, but I want lots of orgasms, not denial of them.”
“That’s my girl.” He grinned wickedly. “Fuck, I’m going to enjoy teaching you new things once this is over and I have you captive again…captive in a way that will keep you very satisfied, I promise.”
My belly clenched at the thought of Andrew doing what he wanted with me and making me come over and over.
He steered me to the right, and I spotted a golden cage suspended from the floor. A woman was in it, curvy, long brunette hair and a black eye mask that didn’t really work as much of a disguise. She was on her hands and knees and inserting a large dildo into her ass. Four men stood watching; two were masturbating, one was encouraging her on.
“You ever done that?” Andrew asked.
“Been in a cage? No.”
“I meant had your asshole fucked? Anyone ever done that to you?”
“No.” I shook my head. “Never.”
“You should try it, you’d like it.”
I wanted to turn to question him more but I was caught up in watching the wide flesh-colored dildo disappearing into the woman’s asshole. She was stretched taut around it, and the girth seemed impossibly big, but still she kept going, slowly, moaning and rolling her hips.
“That’s a big dildo,” Andrew said. “Bigger than a cock. She’s worked up to that, so don’t worry, I wouldn’t expect that of you, not straight away at least.”
“I…fuck…” I could never take what she had. But that didn’t mean watching her do it wasn’t hot as fuck.
“Now…” She turned to one of the men. “Do it, now.”
He nodded and reached for a long neon-purple vibrator, then shoved up his sleeve and reached through the bars of the cage. He angled it at her pussy and slid it in.
She arched her spine and threw back her head. “Yes, yes, more, that’s it.”
He kept on pushing until it was as deep as it would go.
She was shaking, her body laced with sweat. “Please, someone, hold…”
“I’ve got it.” Another man reached in and stabilized the dildo in her ass. “You’re good, fuck, yeah, you’re good to go.”
She dropped to her elbows, forehead on her arms, and curled her toes. “Now, turn it on now.”
“Why is she doing it in a cage?” I whispered to Andrew. “Seems it makes it harder for the guys to reach her.”
