Manna kept fidgeting throughout the philosophy class. She wasn't really all that interested in David Hume and whether or not anyone could be really sure if the sun would come up the next morning. The blonde teenager had other things on her mind – things not having to do with philosophy.
Manna couldn't keep her eyes off the professor. Dr. Nathaniel was in his early thirties, lean, sandy-haired and moved with sharp, quick, positive movements around the classroom. Nervous energy seemed to spark from him.
The coed couldn't help wondering what he would be like in bed. She thought it would be much the same. His movement would be sharp, positive. He'd know what he wanted to do and would make the woman do it. She shivered at the thought of feeling his undoubtedly huge prick surge into her cunt.
"Miss Hancock, if it isn't asking too much, stop daydreaming!"
The man's harsh words brought the young college student back to her senses. She had been drifting in a sexual daydream. She blushed, wondering if he had any idea whit the fantasy had been about. While it hardly seemed possible, the man's intent gaze with his stony gray eyes seemed to strip her very soul bare.
"Sorry, Dr. Nathaniel," she said contritely. "Would it be possible for me to stay after class and discuss something with you?"
Dr. Nathaniel impatiently looked at his watch and nodded curtly.
"I can spare a few minutes. A few only. I have a very important faculty meeting at three. Now," he said, continuing with the lecture.
Manna had already tuned him out. She'd gotten a concession from him. And he'd noticed her. For once, he had noticed her! She thought she could take it from there.
The rest of the class dragged by. She couldn't wait for the other students to leave. When the last had packed notebooks and texts away and trudged off to another dreary class, she boldly approached the professor. She had gotten her courage back. He wasn't any different from any other man. She desired him. She could get him, just like that. It had always worked in the past, it would work now.
Manna made a big production of waggling her ass as she approached the man. He glanced up, then frowned.
"Is anything wrong, Dr. Nathaniel?" she asked sweetly, bending forward slightly. The top button of her blouse was undone. This allowed an ample swelling of her creamy white tits to bulge up and out of her blouse. Her nipples were already hardening as she thought about this man's strong cock fucking her.
"Your ass rolls like a pair of ball bearings," he said in a monotone. There didn't seem to be any enthusiasm at all for what she was offering. The blonde teenager contrived to get another button on her blouse undone without seeming too obvious about it. "And your tits are going to flop all over my desk if you don't keep that flimsy blouse buttoned better," he finished.
Manna was stunned. Her physical charms had always had men stepping on their pricks in an attempt to get into her pants. They'd do almost anything to fuck her. But this philosophy professor seemed impervious to her charms.
He presented a challenge she couldn't walk away from now.
"Dr. Nathaniel," she started. She hesitated, considering his cold stare. She could see his crotch and there wasn't the least bit of activity there. Nothing she had done so far had made his prick so much as twitch. "Roger," she continued, her tongue making a slow circuit of her lips in an unmistakable gesture.
"You were right the first time. It's Dr. Nathaniel to you."
Manna felt outrage. This seduction wasn't going anything like, the thought it should.
"Dr. Nathaniel, are you a fag?" she blurted.
"No, as a matter of fact, I'm not. I fail to see, however, what my sexual preferences have to do with our teacher-student relationship."
The man was as cold as a block of ice. His steel-gray eyes bored into her until she felt small, humiliated, beaten.
"I… I think you're very attractive." There was no comment or movement from the man. Manna rushed on. "I want to get to know you better, a lot better. Personal, you know?"
"You want to fuck me," he said. "You're not doing that badly in class. I've had better students, but you're getting a good, solid B. Why fuck an old man like me?" His expression might have been etched on solid granite. Not even a facial muscle twitched.
"Screw grades!" she cried. The young college student swallowed hard and moved round the desk to perch her ass on the edge. Her long, slender legs dangled free. She kicked off one shoe and began lightly drawing her instep over the man's upper thigh. When this didn't make him move an inch, she boldly pushed on and rubbed her toes against his crotch.
Manna almost cried when she felt nothing, not a stirring not a single response to her overtures.
"You're the first student I've had who ever said grades didn't matter. This is a grade factory. Do well, get a good job. Simple. But you might be looking for another type of degree. Not a BA or a BS but rather a MRS. You looking for a husband?"
"I didn't come to college for that!" the teenager protested. She saw she wasn't getting through to him at all. She had to be bolder.
"If you want to suck my cock, do it. But do stop playing footsie with my prick. Your sweaty foot is staining my freshly pressed pants."
Manna glanced at the philosophy professor, startled. But she wasn't going to argue with him. She'd have preferred him fucking her cunt, but if he wanted a blowjob, she was just the coed to give it to him!
She dived down and dropped to her knees, her hands fumbling at his crotch. She pulled down his zipper with a quick metallic hiss. His prick limply flopped out. All her signals had gone unnoticed. She hoped he wasn't lying to her about not being a queer. She couldn't even begin to understand a man who didn't get off on women – and her.
She lovingly caressed his cock. She felt a little twitch starting in the flaccid length. This was more like it. With, the woman's lips just inches away from his cock, he should have been jumping and moaning for joy. But he wasn't. A challenge to be met, Manna decided.
She was eager to take that tasty looking prick into her mouth. Her tongue moved lightly across the tip of his prick, then stroked down one fleshy side. She felt his cock stiffening slowly. But it wasn't responding the way she thought it should.
Tongue flashing down the side of his meaty cock, she sought and found the hairy sac containing his balls. Using, only feather-light touches, she put damp spots all over his balls. As the blonde teenager's hot breath evaporated these spots, his prick grew increasingly rigid.
That was the effect she was after. And she was succeeding. The man might not be saying anything, but there was no denying the arousal in his prick. She took this as a compliment. She wasn't doing anything to him that hadn't been done before, but she was probably doing it better. Quality counted as much as quantity in giving good head. It took quality to get him hard. This philosophy professor was used to the best, the young college student guessed.
Her tongue dragged sensuously across the underside of his balls. When she felt them boiling inside in the thick stew of his jism, she knew her mouth was working on him in a big way. He might not say a word, but she was reaching him. She moved closer so that the thick shaft of his cock pressed into her cheek. The blonde teenager wanted to suck his hairy bag of balls into her mouth.
Sucking softly, she pulled the edge of the man's balls into her mouth. Then she used her tongue and lips to get it in the rest of the way. Trapped in her hot, sucking mouth, the philosophy professor was her captive. She could control him fully simply by the pressure of her tongue or how hard she sucked on his imprisoned balls.
"Is that the best you can do?" came his cold, unwavering voice. He might have been discussing the philosophy of the Renaissance for all the emotion in his voice.
"Just wait and see!" Manna cried around the balls in her mouth.
She vowed to really show him what she could do. She'd gotten him hard. She'd get him off!
Her tongue carried the message through his body. She caressed his trapped balls with her rough, wet tongue in such a way that she was stimulating him more than he had been in a long, long time.
She loved the challenge and felt her pussy getting hot.
When his balls collapsed into a tight little sphere, she decided to move on. Her tongue pressed firmly into the side of his sac once more and she felt the agitated tumbling of his balls. They were adequately mixing around in his own juices. Soon, he'd be spewing all that trapped jism out and into her mouth!
"Either get on with it or let me go to my faculty meeting," he said. There was no hint in the man's voice that he even noticed her efforts. And yet Manna knew he was aroused. Wasn't his cock nice and hard?
"I will, Dr. Nathaniel, I will!" she assured him. She occupied her mouth with something more interesting than mere words. She clamped her lips firmly against the side of his prick. Licking up and down the quivering shaft of his cock, she gave him a tongue lashing such as he'd never received before.
His legs drifted apart and bracketed the coed's body. Her head was firmly between his thighs as he sat back in the chair. His hands stroked over the blonde nest of her hair, urging her on even if his words weren't encouraging. She knew what he wanted, and she was just the cocksucker to give it to him.
She licked his cock as if it were a fleshy popsicle. The smell and taste of an aroused man came to her tongue, her nostrils. The young college student was taking in gusty, deep breaths to fully savor all this. There was nothing in the world that turned her on more than the musk of an excited man.
And there was no way of mistaking now just how excited the philosophy professor was. His prick was doing a slow, pulsing dance in front of his crotch. His balls had tightened into a globe that was about to burst and spew forth his creamy white jizz. And the man's entire posture told the blonde teenager of her success at sucking his prick.
She felt his fingers lacing through her hair. She looked up and saw his face. It betrayed no emotion. His eyes studied her like she was a bug under a microscope. But she got the impression that he wouldn't say a word unless she stopped sucking.
She sucked harder on the prick dancing around in front of her lips. The map's reserve cracked because he let out a long, low sound that was a combination of a moan and a howl.
Then he groaned, "God, you're gonna pull it out by the roots!"
She lightly nipped and bit her way back to the plum-tip of the cock. The red marks she left behind blazed a trail all the way to his balls. But they didn't hurt as much as they stimulated. The man's cock actually grew in circumference. It was swelling up with the blood she was sucking out of other parts of his body.
By the time she tried to stuff the end of his prick into her mouth, she found it stretched her lips to the breaking point. It was like trying to suck on a telephone pole. And she loved it. She had gotten the philosophy professor hard and she'd made him respond. Victory!
She bobbed her head back and forth a few times to get her saliva all over the end of his cock. When the purple head was entirely drenched with spit, she really went down on him.
His cock came rushing into her mouth. She cradled it with her rough tongue so she was rubbing sensually along the underside of his prick. The way that battering ram of cock bucked and twitched, she knew this was getting to the man more and more.
Her mouth wouldn't accept such a huge prick. It was making her gag. She started to back away when she felt those strong fingers tighten on the back of her head. He pulled her powerfully down into his cock.
"Suck!" The single word barked out cold, crisp, an order she didn't dare refuse. This was one man she couldn't fool around with. He knew what he wanted and would get it – no matter what.
Normally, such a command would have repelled her. She would have stood and walked off. No ordinary man ordered her around. But Dr. Nathaniel could. She wanted to go all the way down on him. Just taking a few inches into her mouth didn't seem enough. She was no sword swallower, but she knew how to gobble a man's cock.
As the rubbery tip of his prick bounced wetly off the roof of her mouth, she swallowed hard. His cock went sailing down her throat. It only stayed there for a second. Her gag-reflex was too great. And his cock was too big!
"God," she gasped. "You're huge!"
"Suck cock!" he snapped.
She quickly backed off and pressed her tongue into the piss-slit of his cock. She didn't want him coming yet. She wanted to continue sucking on his prick for a long, long time.
The tiny drop of pre-cum beading at the end of his prick was bitter. She made a face around the thick plug of cock stuffed into her face, but she knew that the tasty jism wouldn't be far off.
She poised for a moment, waiting for the right instant. As the frantic jerking of his cock died down a bit, she began face-fucking herself. His strong hands guided her head in exactly the rhythm he desired most. She couldn't escape those hands; she didn't want to.
Her head bobbed up and down on his prick, driving it in and out of her mouth with increasing speed and force. Her lips formed a perfect "O" around the sensitive sides of his prick. When her teeth clamped down and left fiery red marks along his cock, he groaned in abject passion for the first time.
"Suck harder, bitch," he ordered. "I can feel it coming. My jism is coming."
His hands almost ripped out her blonde hair by the roots he jerked so insistently now. The woman managed to decrease the suction on his prick. She wanted more of that succulent cock. It wouldn't do to have him come too soon.
Yet he was obviously nearing the end of his control. The way his hips, jerked uncontrollably told the blonde girl that the man was going to give her an all-out face-fucking any instant. He wasn't able to restrain his passions. His stony facade was crumbling.
She used her tongue to lick around the man's prick. She dragged the rough, wet tongue all over the tip of his cock until it shivered with desire. Then she played with the tiny flap of flesh dangling under the head of his prick.
This was the most sensitive portion of his prick. And it was obvious from the way his cock began bucking and twitching that he liked this a lot. She was almost at the point of getting him off.
She began really face-fucking herself. His cock hurled into her mouth, then slowly retreated. She engulfed his cock, gave him all the tongue she could, then sucked for all she was worth.
"Ummmmmm!" was all he said.
And then she found her mouth filled with salty, tasty, burning hot cum. His cock exploded and spewed forth the heavy load into her mouth until she had to swallow. And immediately she found her mouth filled with his jism again.
When the torrential outpouring slowed down a bit, she began sucking hard again on his cock. She didn't want a single drop of cum to remain locked up in the man's balls.
She wanted the philosophy, professor to know that an expert had been sucking his cock. She milked him dry and then continued licking even as his prick slowly went flaccid. As the limp hose of cock dangled between his legs, Manna followed it down.
She sucked up every single drop of jism that had escaped her sucking mouth earlier. She licked and lapped and washed clean his cock. And still the man said nothing.
Looking up at Dr. Nathaniel, she finally said, "Well? Wasn't that good?"
"C minus," he said sourly. He pushed his prick back into his pants and stood. "I have a faculty meeting."
He left Manna on her knees behind the desk, wondering what she had done wrong. He hadn't liked it! And that seemed like the end of the world to the young college student.