A Succubus's Playground Ch. 06

Sam smirked and flexed in class as Professor Dean lectured The succubi side of him loved knowing that his cum was slowly leaking out of Dean's ass. Dean now belonged to him and was his cumslut. After class, Sam would claim Dean again.

To his left, Travis came in late. Travis was head of the football team and taking this class for an easy A. Sam didn't like Travis. Travis broke the rules and disrespected women. Sam did the same things but he was a succubus. He had the" right" to do these things. Travis was just a mortal. Sam knew that Travis would need to learn his lessons. Travis would have to serve.

Sam caused Professor Dean to ask Travis to speak to come to his office after class. After class, Travis went to speak to Professor Dean. Travis knocked. "Come in." called a voice. Travis went in. He was stunned beyond words to find his classmate Dean fucking his Professor in the ass. The smell of pheromones filled the air and Travis was surprised to find himself aroused.

"This is just a little game that Dean and I play. I fuck and dominate him. He's my cumdump. Don't worry about what you see. You'll like it more and more as time goes by, Oh, now you're bisexual. It's hot in here why don't you take off your pants?" Sam said to Travis.

Now that Sam mentioned it, the room felt hot. Travis took off his pants and underwear. He was hard. He was naked. It was just so erotic seeing his Professor being fucked. Professor Dean just looked so attractive.

"Master Sam, like dominates me." said Dean as he giggled.

"Shut up, slut." said Sam as he spanked Dean's ass and came in it. Dean shuddered in pleasure but didn't cum. He hadn't been given permission.

"Thank you, Master," said Dean as he kissed his master's feet and slowly got up to sit in his chair.

Travis had been watching all this blankley. His thoughts were cloudy. Something was wrong. He just couldn't figure out why he was horny. He was jerking off but he couldn't cum. He wished he could cum. Why couldn't he cum? Cologne overpowered his senses.

Dean sat in the chair, he was still hard. Dean's cock was small but Travis couldn't take his eyes off of it. Maybe he could suck it? (Where did that thought come from?)

"Master, tells me that you're failing my class. If you fail this class, you'll get kicked off the football team. I think the only way for you to earn that passing grade, is for you to come to my house to earn some extra credit. You'll come tonight. 123 Cherry Lane." said Dean.

"Yeah, whatever, I'll come." said Travis. He really couldn't care less. He was the star of the team. He wasn't going to get kicked off.

Suddenly, from behind a riding crop hit his ass. It felt good?

"That's no way to speak to a Professor." said Sam forcefully. "You should be thanking him for the opportunity he's giving you. He is a professor after all."

Travis's thoughts turned cloudy again. Professor Dean was a professor He should show respect. Travis knelt. His lips were level with Professor Dean's cock.

"Thank you, Professor." said Travis.

"That's thank you Professor Dean, Sir." said Sam as the riding crop hit Travis's ass again. It stung but it felt nice.

"Thank you Professor Dean, Sir." said Travis. A feeling of great happiness came over him as he said that.

"You could show how him just how much you appreciate him helping you." said Sam. Sam was smirking. He loved turning people. He would love making Travis respectful. He would claim Travis.

Clouds took over Travis's thoughts again. Travis came to realize Professor Dean had a nice-looking cock. It was right in front of him. Travis licked his lips and leaned in closer. He wasn't sure why he wanted to suck it, only that he wanted to. No, he needed to.

"Go on Travis" said Professor Dean one hand wrapped around the base of his cock and the other on the back of Travis's head. "Lick it." He said forcefully.

Travis felt compelled to do as Professor Dean ordered. Travis just licked the tip, but then he greedily wrapped his mouth around it. It felt strange in his mouth, but also right. Cocks belong in his mouth. He knew that to be true.

"Touch it, Travis." Professor Dean forcefully told him, letting go of his own cock. He put his other hand back on Travis's head. It had been so long since Professor Dean had cum. Had he ever had a man suck him off...he must have. He was gay after all?

Travis wrapped his right hand around Professor Dean's cock. It felt hot and moist in his hand and he could feel it harden further. He began to jerk his wrist up and down as he sucked the tip. "Good boy, good slut. "Professor Dean moaned, stroking his hair. "Good boy, Travis. Keep going, just like that." Dean now knew why Master liked this. He hoped Master would let him cum.

Travis liked being called a good boy. He liked knowing that he was doing well, stroking Professor Dean's cock and slowly sucking it. He was making Professor Dean happy. He pressed his tongue against it, taking it deeper. It was fully hard now, and Professor Dean was panting hard. Travis knew that meant the man liked it.

Professor Dean's grip on his hair tightened. "SO, very good." Professor Dean moaned slutilly. He wanted to cum. He looked to his Master Sam.

Sam laughed malevolently. "You look so slutty, Dean. Getting your first BJ from a man." Sam turned to Travis. "Such an obedient cocksucker ...and to think you've never done this before."

Travis stopped sucking and stroking for a moment. He had never done this before. Why was he doing it now? Why did he like doing it? He wasn't a homo. He was captain of the football team. Part of Travis wanted to stop, but another bigger part of him enjoyed the feeling of a cock in his mouth. The bigger part knew he needed to continue. It all just so naturally perfect.

Sam loved the expression of longing on Dean's face and the expression of desire on Travis's. Sam was horny again. There were no other sluts here. He needed more sluts. He pulled his own dick out and started jerking off. Time resumed.

Travis knew that Professor Dean was right. He had to obey and be a good boy. He had to pass this class. That meant sucking cock. And he liked sucking cock, so why not keep going?

Travis kept using his mouth and right hand on Professor Dean's thick cock to make him moan in pleasure. The older man's hips were thrusting up into Travis's mouth. But, Travis couldn't take the cock that deep, so Travis eased off and worked the tip with his tongue and mouth before taking the cock deeper again.

"Good slut," Professor Dean panted breathlessly. "Very good slut, keep going. Take it deeper and deeper. Yeah... Mmm, just like that."

Travis did manage to take it deeper for a moment before gagging and raising his head again. Professor Dean's hips were rocking constantly now and Travis knew he was close. He could taste the pre-come already. It tasted delicious.

"Keep going, good slut," Professor Dean groaned. "Mmm, yes, suck my cock."

Travis did keep going, the only thought in his head was that he had to keep sucking cock for as long as Professor Dean wanted. There was nothing else he had to do or think about. Just keep sucking and bobbing his head up and down as he made Professor Dean moan with pleasure.

The older man's grip on his hair tightened again and he shuddered as he thrust his hips up and deeper into Travis's welcoming mouth.

"Cum!" ordered Sam from behind the couple. He then laughed evilly. Sam had been jerking off and came upon both of them.

Professor Dean let out a deep, loud groan of pleasure as he came and filled Travis's mouth with a thick load of cum. It had been so long since Master had allowed him to cum. It just felt wonderful to have relief.

Travis had no choice but to swallow as much cum as he could. But, he felt some of it trickle out of his mouth and past his lips. Finally, Professor Dean let go of him and sat back in the chair.

Travis, had also exploded all over the floor when. Sam had ordered them to cum.

"Very good slut," the professor murmured. "How did you like your first taste of cum?"

"It was salty, warm and ropey. I liked it. I want some more" replied Travis truefully. He felt he could tell the truth to Professor Dean .

"I think you'll like it more and more. Soon you won't be able to get enough" said Professor Dean..

Travis looked at him quizzically. He wondered what Professor Dean meant by that.

Sam could tell that the two horny men could form no consistent thoughts.

"You aren't wearing any underwear, Travis. Why don't you get a pair out from Dean's drawer?" said Sam.

"Of course, Sir." said Travis to Sam. He should show Professor Dean's research assistant respect too right?

Sam smirked as Travis picked out a pair of pink silk underwear.

"Enjoy how those feel against your cock, slut. Don't forget come to 123 Cherry Lane tonight. You still have alot of extra credit to do for this class." said Sam. He stroked Travis's cock through the underwear. Soon it would be his.

Travis enjoyed the feeling of his cock in the new underwear. Tonight he would begin to get ahead in class with the extra credit. He was excited?