PROFESSOR PUTNAM – part 5 by smokycat67..,

(The good Professor’s submissive side is unleashed, and her Dom and herself are in for a wild ride) , (Hope y’all are enjoying the longer format on these stories – whew it adds to the writing time let me tell ya!)

(The good Professor’s submissive side is unleashed, and her Dom and herself are in for a wild ride)

I’m really enjoying myself, as anyone in my position would. I have this very hot MILF professor that has let me fuck her in every usable opening, and I still have some time left. On top of that, she IS enjoying herself, though I’m not going to point that out…yet. Seems I’ve cracked open the submissive side of Stacey Putnam, so I decide to continue the enjoyment by seeing HOW submissive she really is.

Remembering that we started this as anything but willing, I tell her “Climb on top of me now.” As I shift to sitting up on the bed, my back against the backboard. Stacey responds as she should, moving and then starts to straddle me. She grabs my happy hard one and lines it up with her pussy and sinks down with a long, groaning moan. Boy it looks great as it slides right in. I respond by holding her hips so she is fully impaled on me, saying “Grind like this…yes-s-sss…”. Seeing her riding me as I wished, I take both nipples in between my thumbs & forefingers and say “Do you like that dick in you?”

“Yes….Ahhh…. it’s just the right size.”

“The right size for what”

“The right size for me.” Then she tries to start bouncing but I prevent it. Stacey whimpers and adds “Please Sir…” and tries to kiss me, but I still prevent her from doing anything except grinding on me, fully impaled.

“The right size for WHAT.”

“For my pussy” she finally says.

I have managed to get a hand on a very short ‘mini’ riding crop I had tossed on the bed earlier. “you may bounce on me now,” I say.

I barely have that sentence out, and this MILF professor changes up, and promptly begins bouncing up and down. “Good Girl. Tell me you like riding this dick”

“I do!” Stacey says, energetically. The submissive side of her has broken thru, and she is fully embracing it. She should be able to help, but she just can’t. It’s the first real time she’s had memorable sex in a long time, and This man is good at what he’s doing, damn his hide.

Stacey really likes it when she can bounce hard on a dick. And now she’s getting to do that very thing, plus, a Real Man is making her submit, and that in turn is making her melt. Stacey has her eyes close, concentrating on the feeling, when she gets the first hard SMACK! on her ass. It makes her jump and all but gush at the same time.

I had gone from squeezing her breasts to holding my fuck-toys hips, so getting a hand on the short crop was easy. At the first crack across her ass, the good “feminist” Professor Putnam seemed shocked as expected, but dammed if she wasn’t suddenly wetter! You KEEP fucking me, woman” I said

SMACK! Stacey Putnam jumped again in response to the crop striking her. This time she emitted a yelp and added “Yes Sir!” SMACK! Now he had gotten the other cheek. There was just something about ‘impact play’ that made Stacey Putnam wet. SMACK! Number four, and she looked at This man and pleadingly said “Please Sir…Please let me fuck you!” and she bounced harder in order to please him. She could feel her pussy getting wetter at the thought of pleasing him.

Stacey Putnam fucking me like this was sight to see, that was for sure. “I like watching you bounce up and down on me. To watch the pleasure on you face, your breasts bouncing and your juices coating my dick.”

“I am glad you like it Sir.” Stacey responded. She even smiled

“Lean back, woman….more” I command

Stacey leans back, placing her hands on my thighs. She groans because it pushes her pussy forward. I reach in and start rubbing her clit with my thumb.

“Oh Gahhh…… I can’t believe that gel is getting me so amp’d up.” She said, groaning. Her face is red and she is twisting her head right and left and making whimpering groans.

“Stacey Putnam. I am going to keep rubbing until you cum. I want to feel that pussy squeeze my dick when you cum. I want to feel your juice leak out around me. I want to watch your face as you cum.”

She has a pleading look on her flushed face as she nods and says “Oh,,OK…Yes sir.”

I start pressing and rubbing her clit harder. She lets out a groan of pain. “Am I pressing too hard?”

“Yes Sir a little easier please.”

I ease up the pressure but rub faster. She has now shamelessly rolling her hips on me. Every here and there she rolls her hips too much and my hand falls off. I reach back in and get back too it. Which always gets a loud gasp as I start over.

Stacey feels like she is hyperventilating. It is wonderful and absolutely-wonderfully torturous at the same time, and she jams her hips down onto me pushing my hand away. She tilts her head back and loudly yells ” OH – FFFUUCCCKKK!!!”. This position causes her to only be able to shake and convulse as she orgasms, and then just collapses off This Man & on to her side. Her body shivering slightly every now and then.

With no hesitation whatsoever I stand and walk quickly around the bed. My fuck-toy knows, and obediently opens her mouth, and I shove myself right in. Stacey has conveniently landed at the edge of the bed, so I am able to push deep from the start. I’d like to be able to describe how I throat-fucked this MILF at great length, but after this level of fucking, the truth was I could feel my balls tightening very quickly. After too few strokes to mention I pull out, and dump a few good ropes of my milky goo on Stacey Putnam’s face. At last the good Professor is properly marked.

Stacey was still having the quivering after-effects of the full on submissive orgasm when This Man, HER Dominant Man, proceeded to coat her face in his ejaculate. It’s meaning was no lost on her, either. Professor Stacey Putnam’s dark secret, the one she had sought so hard to keep buried, was out. That door to her very submissive side was now standing wide open.

Stacey took a towel that had been left on the nightstand and wiped her face. She had a feeling of embarrassment & deep shame. Her recent orgasm experiences were absolutely incredible, yet they came at an equally high cost. As a result, the floodgates opened, and Stacey Putnam began to cry, and then sob.

I had figured at some point, this would happen. Commonly known as “reactance” according to the info I had dug up on the BDSM lifestyle. Knowing that Stacey Putnam had styled herself a ‘feminist’ for some time would be a factor in making it worse for sure. That also meant I had to walk a line between asshole and understanding in order to keep this from blowing up in my face.

I presented her a few tissues, then put an arm around her as she cried it out. At least she let me touch here, which was a good thing. “Calm down Stacey, it’s going to be OK you know.” I say, very quietly, as she continues to cry. Finally, after a bit more, Stacey Putnam gets control of herself, and speaks.