Must Read: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And sex Story) - Season 1 - Episode 60

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Must Read: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And sex Story) - Season 1 - Episode 60

She throws me a very stern face before saying,
“Stand up Nick.” I immediately do as I’m told, and
look down at her as she walks up to me, nearly
touching me. I hold my ground as she looks up,
and I can smell her sweet perfume from this
close.
“Good. Now kiss me.”
I take a step back, shocked at her boldness.
“I didn’t say step away from me. See, this is what
I’m talking about. You need to be more
confident in yourself young man.” I can hear a note of laughter in her
voice, and it strikes hard after years of being
bullied.
Confident!, Confident? She wants me to be confident? Fine, I
can do just that, I think. It’s just a kiss, nothing more.
But I know it IS more than a kiss, and I know
where this will go, if I don’t stop it right now. I
should walk away, and not look back. I should
run for the door, and lock myself in my room but what will most of the guys reading this will say about me? Especially you!
But instead I step forward, closing the distance
between me and my beautiful prof, and
think, I’ll show her confidence. I put my right arm
around her waist, pulling her body against mine,
snake my left hand through her hair to the back
of her head, and pull her face up to meet mine.

Our lips meet, and too late, I feel her ‘horny’
switch crank fully on(Ghost mode).
Professor Jane m0ans as her arms pull me
tighter to her, and her tongue darts into my
mouth, and back out. I chase hers with mine,
only to come up against her teeth. It’s a game of
cat and mouse, her lips parting freely to mine,
but her tongue only darting out from time to
time, before retreating back into her mouth.
She wants confidence, I remember, and drop my
right hand along her back to her butt0ckz, giving it a
little sq££ze, and press my tongue forcefully
against her teeth. They part for me this time, and
she sU-Cks my tongue into her mouth. Hungrily
she nibbles on my tongue without hurting it, and
I can feel my hard cockk pressing against front of
her skirt. This woman really knows how to tease
and kiss!

Part of me cries out that this is wrong and that I
have manipulated her into doing this. Oddly it’s
Tina’s voice that argues, saying she has free will,
and she doesn’t have to do anything if she
doesn’t want to. This isn’t like Vage, a matter of life
and death. For good or bad, Tina’s voice wins
out.
I feel the zipper in the back of her skirt, pull it
down, and a second later, it lies crumpled up on
the floor. She pulls away from the kiss then, but
keeps me in her arms, and doesn’t try to get out
of mine.
“What do you think you are doing, Nick?
I’m your professor.”
I Almost back away, but I see the
gleam in her brown eyes, and remember what
she’d said about confidence.
“I’m taking what I want, and damning the
consequences,” I tell her, throwing her words
from earlier back at her.
She smiles up at me.
“And what is it you want?”
I slip my hands into the back of her p@anties, grab
her by the rear, and lift her up. Her legs wrap
around my torso, and we are now eye-to-eye.

“I
want you.” My voice sounds odd to me, full of a
mix of confidence, desire, and longing. Even
when I’d talked to snobby Miss Serena Williams
earlier, I hadn’t sounded this confident.
She m0ans as she pulls me back into our kiss,
this time her mouth is completely free and open
to me, and our tongues wrestle, while my hands
grope her tight arse.
I walk us over to her desk, and let her small
weight down onto the corner. I bring my hands
between us, and start working at the buttons to
her blouse, while her fingers undo my pants.

Her
buttons are small, and I’m having a hard time
with them as we continue to kiss.
Confidence.
Slipping my fingers between the buttons, I tear
the two sides apart, sending buttons flying
everywhere. She m0ans again, and just about
tears my pants off in her haste to get them
down. My Cr7 boxers follow my pants, and we have
to break the kiss to get my shirt off.
She looks down at my rod, and I hear her gasp.
Maybe it is the mood of the whole scenario, or
the fact that I’m really into this role of being
confident and in control, but the words are out of
my mouth before I want to think better of them.
“sU-Ck it.” Her hands grip my d!ckson, as she looks
up at me, questioningly.
“I
said, sU-Ck it,” I repeat myself.

Her fear turns to a smile as she scoots off the
desk, and drops to her knees in front of me.

“It’s
so big,” I hear her murmur, just before her lips
touch the tip of my d!ckson. I realize that Prof.
Jane likes to be dominated.