Rebecca Roache was cumming. Forever. The pleasure wouldn't stop. It burned through her pussy while it squeezed around the cock inside her, clenching like a Kegel rep that wouldn't quit. She had no control anymore. Her body took what her mind couldn't, leaving her to suffer the consequences. Its reactions forced her to enjoy a fucking she would never allow if she had the wits, the speed, or the strength to do anything about it. It made her pant and scowl like a porn star. In slow motion.
Lying still in a perpetual state of orgasm, she stared into a wad of jizz aimed for her face. She could still taste a mouth full of the dick it came from as if it never left. For her, it hadn't. Her lips hadn't registered his exit even though she could see it. It bulged her cheek and pressed on her tongue like an imaginary dick. Having it in front of her didn't make her feel any less like she was 65 hours into blowing him.
In their time, half an hour had passed. In hers? Who knew. Days? Months? Years? It all felt the same. Before, she was a philosopher and senior lecturer. Now she was a cumdumpster to students she had flunked out of her Introduction to Logic class, and she had only herself to blame.
She made two mistakes. Her first mistake: speaking out against Conservatives. Her second mistake: giving them the perfect way to punish her for it. Donor money spoke louder, and it didn't take long for Dr. Roache to find herself demoted to an unwilling guinea pig for her own ideas.
"Taaaake iiiiiiit, biiiiiitch!"
Her jaw went slack from a student ramming her in the ass. He hit a sweet spot that ached endlessly like a ball of agony. This was enhanced punishment. She discussed the ethics of this very thing years ago, but never imagined being on the receiving end. Her freezing tits would always remain cold and hard in this room. Her nipples would never settle down, sticking out as thick and far as they could go.
"Pleeeeaaasssseeee...." she begged in time for the jizz to splatter on her glasses. That student's close range meant it took minutes, not hours, for her to wear it. Naked, shivering and horny, she had to admire and curse her own genius. It worked. It really worked. Pump a bunch of drugs into someone, lower their temperature and add stress, and they would have to endure much longer than life in prison. She was living proof.
If she ever made it out of the room. Getting fucked had become her new normal.
Had. At the peak of her climax, everything stopped. She couldn't move. Or blink. Or breathe. Time had frozen completely and left her in permanent orgasm with no means of escape. Knowing the real world passed as usual didn't soothe the throbbing pain in her ass, the unbearable rush from her clit, or the annoying spread of jizz on her face. An eternity of being surrounded and stuffed by her ex-students' cocks awaited her. She would never get to smell fresh air or wipe the sweat off her skin. Through gaps in her lenses, Rebecca looked at a clock on the wall and hoped the second hand would move. Any second now.
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Rebecca Roache's Forever Fuck
"MMMNNNooooo!"
Rebecca Roache was cumming. Forever. The pleasure wouldn't stop. It burned through her pussy while it squeezed around the cock inside her, clenching like a Kegel rep that wouldn't quit. She had no control anymore. Her body took what her mind couldn't, leaving her to suffer the consequences. Its reactions forced her to enjoy a fucking she would never allow if she had the wits, the speed, or the strength to do anything about it. It made her pant and scowl like a porn star. In slow motion.
Lying still in a perpetual state of orgasm, she stared into a wad of jizz aimed for her face. She could still taste a mouth full of the dick it came from as if it never left. For her, it hadn't. Her lips hadn't registered his exit even though she could see it. It bulged her cheek and pressed on her tongue like an imaginary dick. Having it in front of her didn't make her feel any less like she was 65 hours into blowing him.
In their time, half an hour had passed. In hers? Who knew. Days? Months? Years? It all felt the same. Before, she was a philosopher and senior lecturer. Now she was a cumdumpster to students she had flunked out of her Introduction to Logic class, and she had only herself to blame.
She made two mistakes. Her first mistake: speaking out against Conservatives. Her second mistake: giving them the perfect way to punish her for it. Donor money spoke louder, and it didn't take long for Dr. Roache to find herself demoted to an unwilling guinea pig for her own ideas.
"Taaaake iiiiiiit, biiiiiitch!"
Her jaw went slack from a student ramming her in the ass. He hit a sweet spot that ached endlessly like a ball of agony. This was enhanced punishment. She discussed the ethics of this very thing years ago, but never imagined being on the receiving end. Her freezing tits would always remain cold and hard in this room. Her nipples would never settle down, sticking out as thick and far as they could go.
"Pleeeeaaasssseeee...." she begged in time for the jizz to splatter on her glasses. That student's close range meant it took minutes, not hours, for her to wear it. Naked, shivering and horny, she had to admire and curse her own genius. It worked. It really worked. Pump a bunch of drugs into someone, lower their temperature and add stress, and they would have to endure much longer than life in prison. She was living proof.
If she ever made it out of the room. Getting fucked had become her new normal.
Had. At the peak of her climax, everything stopped. She couldn't move. Or blink. Or breathe. Time had frozen completely and left her in permanent orgasm with no means of escape. Knowing the real world passed as usual didn't soothe the throbbing pain in her ass, the unbearable rush from her clit, or the annoying spread of jizz on her face. An eternity of being surrounded and stuffed by her ex-students' cocks awaited her. She would never get to smell fresh air or wipe the sweat off her skin. Through gaps in her lenses, Rebecca looked at a clock on the wall and hoped the second hand would move. Any second now.