TheGarbageMan

He stopped beating me and unfastened his pants. A meaty cock with a large ballsack appeared.

"Get up," he ordered.

I climbed off his lap, and he fished in his pocket until he produced a pocket knife that looked very, very sharp. I backed away. I've gotten in some bad situations before; nothing that changed my life, but a girl has to be careful, especially with these academic types. They sometimes want the weirdest stuff of all.

"Don't be afraid," he said. "I'm not going to cut you."

He slid the blade under the fabric of my bra, right between my breasts, and sliced it. The cups snapped away. Then he did the same with my panties, cutting the seam along my hips so that the material fell limp and useless on the ground. I shed my ruined bra as he slid out of his pants. His lower half was almost completely hairless?golden skin, and that thick, smooth cock poking right out in front. He reached for me, and I came.

"You have got the most gorgeous tits," he said, pressing his face in between them.

I felt his tongue at my nipples, then his lips approaching to suck. I was like a mother, giving him life. But the teeth closing on them, jerking them into hardness?there was nothing childlike about that. He sat me astride him, his cock just behind me. I could feel it against my ass. Reaching back, I caressed the hard balls in their soft sack, running my fingers over them until his head fell back against the couch pillows. I wondered if this guy's students knew he liked to have his balls tickled?

"Tell me what you want," he said, pushing me off his lap. "What you want me to do to you. I want to hear your fantasy."

He bent me over the edge of the table and, crouching behind me, spread my ass wide. His tongue was a fat worm, working its way over both my holes. He teased me, making me wonder where he would enter me.

"Talk," he said. Then his tongue plunged into my hahahaha.

I could hardly string words into sentences; he moved so fast inside me, his tongue slipping out ever so often to bathe my clit. Cream poured out of me. I could hear it making a lapping sound as he licked and sucked. When his finger entered my asshole, I was down to monosyllables.

"Tie me up," I said. "Tie me up and fuck me half to death."

And just like that the tongue left me, the finger de-inserted itself. He wandered bottomless, his great meaty cock aiming straight out like some kind of fleshy locating device, into the library where during the day swarms of eager beaver students descended on me, unable to please their professors without my help. Only tonight it was me that would please the faculty?with no help from anyone. Just me, my hands, my lips and my hahahaha, which I was about to swallow him up with.

I waited, my pussy dripping and throbbing for him. The ghost of his tongue still graced my clit, and it was lifetimes before he returned with a length of white rope, his lips still shining with my wet.

"Where'd you get that?" I asked.

"Maintenance closet," he said. "You guys don't lock it. You don't lock half the doors in this place."

He'd made love in the library before. I suddenly knew that. But so had I! How had we not crossed paths before?

"Follow me," he said.

I followed him naked, taking in the scent of my own arousal as I moved. I was wet all down the inside of my thighs and as far back as my ass. We ended up on the stairs in the front lobby. He had me throw my left leg over the thick wooden banister and lean forward on it, supporting my weight on my right leg. Then he lashed my trunk to the banister. He tied my left leg by the ankle to one of the vertical slats in the railing.

"Now your hands, please," he said.

I placed my wrists together behind my back, and he sliced off a short length of rope to bind them with. My only free part other than the leg I was standing on was my neck, but he soon took care of that.

He used the last bit of rope around my neck, which he secured as tightly as would still allow me to breathe. I was trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey with my ass turned up for all the world to see, and the meatiest cock I'd ever had was pressing into my wide-open pussy.

He went crazy inside me, taking advantage of the fact that I couldn't move or respond or stop him from doing anything he wanted to. The railing shook. He seemed to get off on the fact that I was his prisoner. He spoke to me like a captive whore.

"Bitch likes this shit, doesn't she?" he said, pounding into me while grasping a fistful of my hair. He went balls-deep over and over, slapping his hips against my ass. "You want some more of this cock? I'll give it to you. Got plenty of cock for you, slut."

His pole was long as well as thick. Every now and then he would tease me by slowing his strokes and leisurely taking his cock out to just the tip, making me think he was done. When I whimpered, not ready for him to stop yet, he responded by shoving himself back in up to the root and reaming me good.

"Yeah, you like this shit in you hard, don't you, baby? Never had anybody tie you up and fuck you like this, have you?"

He was a wild man, thrusting a wild fuck into me. I couldn't see him because I couldn't even lift my head, and this made it better. I had to shut my eyes to imagine him roughly entering my spread-eagled hahahaha with his smooth, slicked-down cock, throwing his body forward, and making himself breathless.

After a while he got bored with my pussy and shoved his dick in my ass. He felt even bigger in there, and I liked its feeling of spreading me open. He pumped hard, taking vengeance on my poor bottom for the second time that night. When I came, it was with the kind of orgasm you only have when you're tied to the library banister with the cock of a handsome art professor up your ass. It was incredible, like hurricane-whipped ocean waves pounding through me.

He left me tied up as he went back to the listening room for his pants. When he returned to the lobby, fully dressed, he thanked me for a good time and headed for the front door.

"Will the alarm go off if I open the door?" he asked.

I shook my head. He was going to leave me there.

"Wait!" I said.

But he was gone?melted into the dark night. I stayed there until morning, veritably hog-tied with my sodden and hard-used ass and hahahaha on display for whoever walked in. And that was the circulation manager, my boss, who came in first thing and found me. I lost that job, of course, but an education I'd never expected would soon follow. I signed up for his nude figure drawing class that same day.