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The sounds of slurping and sucking couldn’t be well heard beyond the walls of the room, but inside was quite the display of raw sexuality. Hot, sloppy, sexy.
“I’m not complaining but… I really would have liked more time to prepare…” The sound of spitting could be heard, “… for an assignment this big…”
Marina continued to marvel at the large cock before her, now covered in her spit. Its size was overwhelming and even a bit scary to those seeing it for the first time, especially when they were on their knees, eye level with the throbbing beast. It had girth, sure, but its length was what made it stand out. Such a cock would no doubt give second thoughts to most.
But Marina was not most. No, if just with a little whining, she would tackle the challenge head-on.
Wasting no more time, she went back to kissing, licking, sucking, and slurping all around the large angry penis before her. She made sure to vacuum out and swallow any more pre-cum her tongue played with. Her right hand would grip the base of this massive penis while her left hand would fondle the huge testicles that carried the spunk that she so desired. She made an effort to properly suck the penis whole, starting at the head, but only succeeded at getting half of the way down, the left hand moving to the thick of the shaft in support. After gagging for a few seconds, she pulled her head back, saliva and other sticky sexy fluids connecting her lips to this manhood. She kissed the tip of the cock once more and looked up to its owner with her big blue eyes.
“Am I doing a good job?”
A man’s voice responded. “‘Am I doing a good job… what?”
Marina flinched, looked down, and then back up with a much more submissive look, as though a switch had been flicked within her.
“Am I doing a good job, Daddy?~”
Daan’s eye met hers, a controlling smirk on his face. It was certainly something to see a student sucking her professor’s cock like a lollipop.
“You’re doing very well Babygirl. Very well indeed.”
Marina let out a small hum of satisfaction as she resumed licking, only taking breaks to look back up at him.
“But Daddy, it’s too big~ I can’t take it all~”
“You’re doing fine Babygirl. You’re doing just fine…”
Marina felt a familiar yet powerful hand grab the back of her head, angry yet not painful. The hand would help guide her on this dick, bobbing her up and down on a cock that was clearly not made for her tiny mouth.
After some help, Daan took his hand back as Marina was now automatically bobbing her head on her own accord. Gaining some confidence, she brought both her hands to the remainder of his shaft that she couldn’t otherwise fellatio and started rubbing. Her handjob and blowjob skills were exceptional but granted she only strictly performed these particular sexual acts before, it wasn’t too much of a mystery. Her hands made a nice squelching sound as they rotated around his spit-wet cock while her plump dick-sucking lips vacuumed in the air as well as her saliva, making a remarkably satisfying noise.
Eventually, she pulled her lips away from his big dick again and looked up at him with glassy eyes, tears from nearly choking. “So I’m a good girl for you, Daddy?” She asked while her hands kept busy pleasing him.
She felt Daan's strong hand rub her head. “The best Babygirl. The very best.”
“S-so Daddy won’t leave me?”
Daan let out a light laugh. “Of course not. Daddy Daan needs his Babygirl.”
Marina made a cute sound at the sign of his approval. She felt strangely safe. She then made another cute sound as she spat on his cock again, further lubricating it.
“Thank you Daddy~” She smiled up at him, teeth showing. She couldn’t remember the last time she was this happy. Or horny. “Muah~ Such a fucking beast~”
She spent a few minutes in between trying to please him with other techniques— licking the base up and down, rubbing the tip of the cock while she sucked on his oversized balls, and even smacking the heavy penis on her face a few times, sticky spit connecting the base of it to every part of her cute (now messy) face.
“Are you close, Daddy? I want my good girl present…” She whined.
Daan’s verbal response came out as a whisper. “Yes baby, yes. I’m almost there.” Daan’s non-verbal response, however, was much more dominant; he grabbed the back of Marina’s neck, pulling such that it would arch back, prepping her for a fat load. His other went to rub the head of his cock with over-eagerness.
“Aaahh~” Marina opened her tiny mouth. She was ready.
Daan was beating his meat like a lunatic at this point, aiming his large cock directly at her open mouth. His breathing increased in depth and rate as he mumbled some curses, occasionally adjusting Marina’s position with his hand on her neck.
“Godammit… Marina…”
Before anything else, he let out a massive load, shooting directly into Marina’s mouth. Her tongue instinctively wanted to play with his sticky spunk, but the volume and force that followed made her just swallow as much as she could to make room for more of his fat nut. Unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately, depending on who you asked), she was unable to keep up and her mouth overflowed with his white hot seed rather quickly. At the sight of this, Daan decided the next best course of action was to mark his territory; the doctor then aimed a bit higher, his thick white ropes painting his student’s face in a disorganized manner. Maybe it was because he was backed up, but there was enough volume to absolutely cover her face— her cute little nose, her forehead, obviously her plump lips— there seemed to be no end to his cumming. Seven, eight… was that nine ropes now? Marina took it proud and well, swallowing the earlier part of his load while wearing the bulk of it on her face like a sticky, smelly trophy. She was barely able to keep her eyes open with all the weight and volume on her. Daan grunted and shook his long cock a couple of times to get the last drops of jizz onto Marina’s face, making sure there wasn’t any wasted drippage.
Marina giggled once she was confident he had officially finished. “Daddy~ Always with the big loads~”
Daan gave a tired chuckle, “Daddy loves how good you are at taking them.”
“Gods, it’s so sticky…” Marina swiped a bit onto her index finger, the spunk creating a string between her finger and her face much like glue would, “And thick~”
She then felt his hand stroke her hair at her temples, lovingly so. “You’re such a good girl…”
“It’s so smelly,” Marina pouted a bit, but then sucked her finger clean, “and really yummy~”
“Good girl…”
Marina giggled again, her eyes locked onto the face of a strong man she admired. Sure it was difficult to do so given her facial, but her feelings for him seemed to push her through. Maybe it was the strong smell of testosterone from all the seminal fluids.
“Daddy loves you, Babygirl.”
“I love you too…”
Marina’s eyes slowly fluttered open, not knowing that she had let out a small moan as she woke. It took her a few seconds to somewhat acclimate back to reality. She lay in bed for a moment, struggling to distance herself from the unsettling realism of the wet dream. Unfortunately, this type of dream was becoming increasingly common. Her heart pounded with residual excitement and embarrassment as the sensation of the dream lingered, confusing fantasy and reality. The morning sunlight poked through her curtain softly lighting up her room, a sharp contrast to the intense scenes that had just played out in her mind.
For whatever reason, it always seemed to involve Daan in scenarios far removed from their usual medical lectures. It was… bewildering as it was concerning.
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