"I don't feel anything," he warned her, once again threatening her with his hand.

Terrified, she reached up and wrapped her fingers about the thick shaft, clutching the oily rod tight, then pumping her fist up and down, sliding the loose outer sheath of skin over the rock hard inner bone. She masturbated the gruesome thing into her open mouth, hoping that would be enough to satisfy him.

The professor grinned down at her, slitting his eyes against the pleasure her milking fingers were giving him.

"Harder!" he said. "Squeeze it harder!"

She dug her finger into the rigid shaft, jerking them forward and back, causing the sheath to bunch up behind his fat rim, then to wrinkle about his root. To her relief, he relaxed his grip on her hair and allowed her to pull her head back a little bit. She dragged her aching lips down from mid-bulb, down to the much smaller cleft tip.

She could feel the vent moving, opening and closing against the tip of her tongue, opening and closing in time to the stroking of her hand. And warm, viscous fluid belched from it, oozing into her mouth, filling it with the acrid taste of his precum, making buckets of slobber well up. Groaning, she sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, bolting the awful stuff down.

"Good, huh?" Velasquez smiled, giving his hips a little flip, making his knob bash against her teeth. She kept right on sucking. She didn't even pause for breath. She knew that if she could get him to orgasm now, she wouldn't have to undergo a more horrible, more complete ravishment later. Bobbing her head, she puffed her cheeks in and out, her lips making nasty wet noises against the red bulb.

"That's enough," the professor said, stepping back.

Jocelyn clutched his cock tightly and wouldn't give it up. She tried to get her lips back on it, to push her tongue tip into the gaping slot.