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A big, black hand grabbed your elbow and stopped you. Warm breath washed your ear and made you shudder, barely. Only the bull who held your arm felt it. "I need you to stay after class today."

As the small lecture hall emptied out, you turned to your professor. An older, towering bull, dressed in a white button up and slacks. He was your ancient history professor, and this wasn't the first time he asked you to stay after class. You sat down in a desk in the front row, while Professor Xavier answered the questions of a few lingering students about an upcoming test. When he closed the door, you slid your jacket coat off your shoulders onto the desk. You had Xavier as your professor last fall, it was January now, only the third class of the year.

Xavier locked the door, quietly. You heard him exhale, looking at his firm, muscled ass in those slacks. He turned around and asked, "How was your break?"

You could see his pecs clearly defined through his shirt. You remembered the heat and weight of them in your palms, the firmness of the muscle beneath his dark fur when you pressed your lips there. You blushed and said, "Oh fine. Boring."

"Did you menstruate at all?"

"I--um..." you had to look down at your fingers for a moment. He was always forward with you, ever since he first quietly sent you an email revealing that he knew how you stared at him in class. "N-no... I haven't."

He let out a satisfied grunt as he crossed the room to you. "Good." His hands worked under your blouse and he pulled it off. He cupped your breast and he rumbled, "By spring these will be leaking milk." With a quick, practiced motion he unclasped your bra. You don't realize you're holding your breath until he pulled you up, pressed his lips to a nipple and sucked hard. You grabbed his horn and your legs wrapped around his thick waist. One of his big hands squeezed your ass while the other squeezed your breast firmly to his maw, his big rough tongue working over your nipple.

He released you and growled in your ear, "I can't wait to sit you on my cock and worship your breasts." Then he kissed you. You tasted your skin on his bigger tongue when it slipped into your mouth. It almost filled it. You sucked hungrily. You moaned around the appendage, thinking of the last time the fat muscle spread your labia. Too long.

He backed away and set you down. You immediately went for the belt cinching his pants. A bulge already ran down his leg, big as your forearm, and leaving a wet spot. He must have been thinking about this moment the entire class. The belt came undone. He was working on his shirt and got the last button by the time you yanked his pants down. You didn't have time to savor the sight. His hand pushed your face into his grapefruit sized balls. The musk made your head spin as you dined on his sweat from his morning workout. Only a virile male still in his prime could satisfy your need. Your tongue pressed against his scrotum, dragged up the base of his cock before you sucked on a single nut. It was too big to fit in your mouth.

"That's it. Worship the seed that claimed your belly for the first time," He growled, his fat, heavy cock pressed against your cheek, leaking a steady stream of pre onto you. You felt his warm essence drip down your breast and onto your seeded belly. It had been three months and you had only just started to show.

You unbuttoned your jeans and struggled to get your pants off. You were so wet a spot had formed on their crotch. Before you could your professor lifted you up and bent you over his desk. He pulled off your pants. You felt two, fat fingers thrust inside your cunt. You moaned, while he worked you over with his fingers. He bent over and whispered in your ear. "I wonder how many toys you used over break. Trying to sate your needy cunt. Thinking of me and my fat, heavy cock. How bad did you need my seed?" He pressed a third finger in and you came, felt your cunt ripple over the digits and wet run down your thighs. "Well?"

You weren't sure if you said every day or every hour. You just knew this would not be the last time he claimed you. His cock ground between your ass cheeks, pre leaking and running into the arch of your back. You begged him, "Please, fuck me. I ne-need your seed."

He lined up his cock, grunted, and thrusted inside. He didn't take it slow like before, you felt each vein on his fat dick as he pushed up to your cervix. "Oh... gods," your voice was high and thin. Breathless, your cunt squirmed and gasped against his cock. You felt a spurt of pre-seed inside you.

"From now on you are my slut." He punctuated this statement with a hard thrust. "If I want to fuck you, I'll tell you where--" pull, thrust "and when." You were so full it was difficult to breathe. You nodded, still trying to regain your senses. He only just started, but you felt your waist numbing.

He continued, "If I want to watch someone else fuck you, you'll ride their cock and suck mine until I'm satisfied." He fell into a steady rhythm. His hands spread your ass, you felt his broad thumb pressing against your rim. "If I want to fuck you in the quad with everyone watching, you'll go there naked and masturbate until I get there." You felt his balls slapping your thighs. His sack was so sweaty it stuck to your skin for a moment before they were pulled back. "If I want you to suck my balls while I rub your clit when you give birth, you will."

His speed began to pick up. He spanked you and you came hard. Every time he pulled out your cum would gush out, but when that fat prick stuff you again all your pore little cunt could do was clasp and squirm. You already felt his thicker, stringier pre (as rich and potent as your "boyfriend's" cum) bubbling inside you. Your professor was a leaking faucet, and slowly you felt thick strands run down your thighs. His hands grabbed your shoulders and he began to slam your body back on his cock. You began to lose feeling in your legs. You were sure you came again, everything was clenching up. Drool ran from your open mouth.

His nose pressed into the nap of your neck. He gnashed his teeth and bit you before he groaned. Driving his hips against yours, his cock jerking before you felt that first gout of cum. You moaned his name, hand reaching up to wrap around his thick neck and hold him close. His arm wrapped around your face in a tender embrace. You kissed and sucked on his flexing bicep. You worshipped the firm, thick muscle of this bull who bred you.

Your belly swelled with his seed. It gushed inside until your belly hurt to be pressed so hard against the desk. You felt it pouring out of you, running down the balls that were clenching and throbbing against your thighs. It made a puddle of seed before the desk and filled the air with the rich, potent scent of your breeder. Your owner. You took in a long deep breath and said, "I love you. I love this."

Your professor chuckled. "Don't get affectionate yet. I didn't have you for a month, and I intend to empty all the seed I saved up before we leave this room." He pulled out, a firm hand kept you pinned to the desk as he circled round to the other side. He shoved his cock in your face, pulling his foreskin back to reveal his pulsing glans. He had not softened at all. He rubbed his cum on your brow and said, "You can start by cleaning this off, slut."

Eagerly, you got to work.