I knew my BDSM sex stories would be hot, but fucking my professor kept me wetter than any other BDSM experience I had ever had!
I never realized I would come back from Egypt with BDSM sex stories. Everything started casually enough, we boarded a train to some obscure Egyptian town. My Professor had saved me from my boss, Seth, who was out to get some ancient amulet from the Professor. I had given the professor the joy of my luscious, pleasurable mouth to try to coax the amulet from him, but Seth turned on me as he was betraying my professor. He didn’t have to save me or bring me with him, but he did.
I was apologizing to my professor for trying to seduce him out of this important artifact, hoping he would believe I was just trying to have an adventure. He listened intently as I explained I had lost my virginity last semester and wanted to get to know my body…and as many other bodies as I could. I could see he was turned on, but it would be a shock for me to think any of our sexual encounters would turn into BDSM sex stories!
Sexual tension filled the air and his hand began to slide up my thigh, when suddenly, a waiter and the men in the booth in front of us, turned around and pointed guns at us!
The men snatched me up and carried me through the train, my professor was cornered, he had no way to save me this time! The men carried me out the car of the train and threw me to another set of men in a car that was speeding next to the train. I could hear commotion as the men on the train began flying off the back of the car and pulled away with just a glimpse of my professor staring at me as he disappeared behind us. You would think that this is where my BDSM stories would start, but they didn’t.
The men dragged me into a tent and tied me to a chair. Every few hours they would come in with food and water, they never spoke, and never untied me, just fed me for two days straight. Finally, late on the third night, four ceremoniously dressed men came and fed me, then they untied me and held me as they took off all of my clothing and washed me. They spread what smelled like lavender oils all over me and placed a crown of flowers in my hair before forcing me into a white, silk robe.
They then took me into some sacred underground room and shackled my arms, above my head. It took every one of them to raise me up just enough to spread my legs and shackle me to the ground. They lit candles all around the room and disappeared.
This was where my BDSM sex stories began…
My professor ran into the room, hours later and started laughing when he saw what predicament I was in. He walked over to me and loosened the cord that was keeping my robe closed. He finally moved his hands up and down my body, he leaned down and started sucking and licking my taut, perky nipples. The professor reached down for his whip and let it unravel. He glided his whip through my ass cheeks and laughed as he reminded me that he promised me the punishment for misbehaving days ago. I should’ve guessed he had a whip fetish! Maybe I should have been scared, but goose pimples covered my body eagerly. Next thing I knew a sting rushed across my back. Twelve more times did my body shudder from the sting of his whip before he closed in and ran his fingers into my pussy.
Our BDSM sex stories were off to a hot start as my pussy gushed all over his hands.
He lowered the chains but never released me, he looped a chain around my midsection and then raised me back up into a doggy-style position. He stood back and began smacking my exposed pussy, making me gush even more. I felt him spread me open and slide his bare cock into my tight, juicy little pussy. I have never been fucked as hard as I did during my BDSM sex stories with my professor. He fucked me like his dirty little whore and grabbed my hair as he thrust his huge, throbbing cock into me for his final spurts of pleasure.
He had just raised me and had begun unshackling my hands, as a hot, curvy brunette ran in gasping.
“Professor, we need to go now! Hey, doll! Professor – is this the broad we’re saving? She’s a dish!” She said, hurriedly.
She ran over and began unshackling my ankles, but I swear I felt her face graze across my pussy as she moved from one to the next. All three of us rushed out of the cave and we were able to just escape enemy grasp into a stolen car…I didn’t know where we were off too…but I knew I was going to cum again before my adventure was over!
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