I grind my teeth, remembering the time he had me hump his shoe. Digging the pads of my fingers into his shoulders, I jerk my hips, building up the friction.
My pussy tightens like a vise around his cock, making him hiss through his teeth.
Right now, I’m determined to makehimcum.
“Eager girl,” he growls. “You take your pleasure where you can find it, even if it’s in an alleyway behind a burning house.”
His taunts roll over me, adding to the humiliation of being fucked in a public alley. This is along the same lines of embarrassing as the wine bottle, but my body processes it as the most intense arousal.
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to cut off his words, but deep down there’s no denying how much I enjoy the degradation.
“Eyes on me,” he growls with a hint that he might take away that thick cock if I don’t obey.
My eyes snap open.
Professor Segul’s pupils are huge pools of black, surrounded by tiny rings of blue. The angles of his face are rigid, tight, as though he’s holding back.
I want him to come inside me in a desperate rush. I want us to climax together.
But I can’t stop grinding my hips. Can’t stop the sparks of pleasure racing through my clit.
“Good girl,” he says, deep and low. “You’re all mine, and you’re going to cum around my cock.”
The command in his tone pushes me over that edge. My orgasm shatters me from the inside, leaving my muscles quivering around his girth.
I cry out, only for him to swallow the sound in a kiss.
Professor Segul fucks my mouth with his tongue, while he draws out my climax with powerful thrusts. Every inch of my body trembles through the pleasure.
I can’t move, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but ride out the sensations.
Arousal trickles down my inner thighs, and my body goes limp. My legs slide down from around his waist and drop to the floor. The only thing saving me from crumpling like a broken marionette is Professor Segul’s strong arm around my back.
He tilts up my head, forcing our eyes to meet. There’s a warmth in his gaze I haven’t noticed before until now.
“You look so good, sullied and spent against the wall.”
My heart swells at the praise, and my chest fills with a sense of satisfaction that I can provide a measure of comfort, even though he’s gone through hell.
“Ready for more?” he asks.
I give him an eager nod. “Always.”
“That’s my girl. Now, turn around and face the fence.”
I do as he says.
“Hold onto the post.”
I cling to the concrete stake with both hands.
He lifts my right leg to the side, exposing my pussy to the elements. The sea breeze blows across my hot flesh and cools the streams of arousal trickling down my thighs.
“What are you doing?” I whisper.
“Look up and around.” With his free hand, he tilts my head.
Rows upon rows of tall windows overlook the alleyway. Anyone still in their homes and not looking out into the garden square can probably see a masked man in a hoodie fucking a girl in a miniskirt.