Watch Me Guzzle Hot Piss Straight From His Cock

Samantha, a petite, innocent-looking brunette, shifts nervously in the small, dimly-lit room. She’s here to fulfill a taboo fantasy – to indulge in the naughtiest of acts, right from the tip of her professor’s dripping cock. Professor Johnson, a stern older man, sits in a sturdy wooden chair, his trousers around his ankles, exposing his semi-erect member.

“Remember, Samantha,” he begins, his deep voice resonating through the room, “you don’t have to do this. You can leave now, with no consequences.”

Samantha takes a deep breath, her hazel eyes locked with his. She’s wandered down a path of no return, and knows there’s no turning back now. Slowly, she descends to her knees, the cold wooden floor biting into her skin. Her heart races, palms sweating as she reaches out a shaky hand towards his cock.

The professor’s organ throbs under her touch, growing stiffer by the second. Samantha’s mind reels with the shame and excitement of the forbidden act. She grips the shaft gently, marveling at the weight and warmth of it. Nerves make her feel lightheaded, dizzy with lust and fear.

Professor Johnson tuts softly, watching her hesitancy with impatient eyes. “You called this ‘arrangement’, Samantha. I expect more enthusiasm from you. Besides, I thought you wanted to be my star student?”

The words sting, a reminder of the leverage he holds over her. Clenching her jaw, Samantha brings her face closer, breathing in the musk of arousal. The first taste ignites something primal in her, senses exploding at the intimacy. She can’t deny she craves more.

Surrendering to instinct, Samantha parts her lips and takes the head into her moist mouth. The professor groans at the warm, wet embrace, his hips lifting involuntarily. She moans in response, spurred on by his approval. Her tongue laps at the tip, savoring the unique flavor, building up the courage to take him deeper.

As she slides more of his length into her mouth, she begins to suck, applying pressure with her lips. One hand moves to the base, stroking in time with the bobs of her head. The professor’s hand finds its way into her hair, guiding her movements. Together, their rhythms intensify, his breathing grows ragged.

“Ohhh, that’s it,” he grunts. “Take it all, you filthy little slut. I’m going to fill that mouth of yours…”

The degrading word sends a thrill down Samantha’s spine. Slipping further down his length, she takes him until her nose brushes his pelvis. The head pushes against the back of her throat, and she forces herself not to gag. Slowly, she pulls back and plunges down again, repeating the meal movement, saliva drooling from her chin.

“Fuck…” the professor mutters. His fingers tighten in her hair, holding her head steady. Releasing her grip, Samantha grasps his thighs for stability as he starts to fuck her face. She relaxes her throat, letting him use her as he pleases, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.

“Tongue out,” he commands gruffly. “Catch it all…”

As Samantha obeys, a deluge of hot piss suddenly fills her mouth. The salty, strong flavor floods her senses, making her eyes water. She struggles not to choke on the fluid now filling her throat. Instinctively, she begins to swallow, gulping down the bitter liquid.

The release continues steadily, and she can’t keep up. Piss trickles from her stuffed mouth, down her chin and onto the professor’s thighs, making a mess of them both. She continues to suck and swallow, racing to finish him, desperate for some relief from the onslaught.

After long, uncomfortable moments, the stream finally slows to a trickle. Samantha gasps for breath, pulling off his spent cock with a wet pop. She’s coated in spit and piss, reeking of it, her chin dripping with the evidence of her first golden shower.

“Well done,” Professor Johnson pants, looking at his satisfied student with approval. “But we’re not quite finished…”

He grips Samantha’s hair and yanks her head upwards again. Before she can protest, his cock is once more in her mouth, hardening. He’s barely softening, still aroused from debasing her. She suckles weakly, lips numbed by the abuse.

As he starts to pickle her mouth again, Samantha’s eyes flutter shut in resigned defeat. He fucks her hungrily, his balls already tightening once more. She has no choice but to take it, her throat clenching around the intrusion as the torrent of piss shoots down her abused throat.

By the time Professor Johnson finally empties himself in Samantha’s gaping mouth, she’s a broken, sloppy mess. Tears and snot streaked her face, her once tidy ponytail now an unruly halo of wet hair. The professor’s piss and scent cling to her skin, a souvenir of her perverted act.

“I’ll see you in my office again next week, Miss Emily,” he says with a smirk, tucking his spent cock away. “Don’t be late. And remember – if anyone else finds out about this, they’ll know it’s coming from a reliable source.”

Samantha nods numbly, humiliated beyond reason. He zips up his trousers and strides past her, leaving her collapsed on the floor. As the door slams behind him, she curls into a fetal position, crying softly.

She’s forever changed now, tailor-made for the professor’s twisted whims. With a shuddering sob, she realizes that next week can’t come soon enough…