For a college professor, a Friday afternoon is usually very dull but I’m going to turn that idea on its head. Screwing up will cost me my career and land me in prison. However, if everything goes according to plan I’ll have the most gorgeous coed on campus begging me to fuck her before the end of the day.
Pussy is the most powerful force on earth; let no one tell you different. For fame, money, power and status a man may be willing to do many things. He still has his limits and his pride, though, especially if he’s young. But if you offer him a chance to slide into the warm, tight sheath of a wet and ready cunt, any man will walk barefoot into Hell. That includes me. I’m not as reckless as some of the youth that pass through my class every year. When there are rules against pursuing the beautiful students you’re supposed to be teaching, you learn important words like tenure, sexual harassment, and prison rape.
That isn’t to say I haven’t fucked some of my students. More than one young woman has come to me offering sexual favors for better grades and I’ve never been one to turn down a good deal. Men, however, can be incredibly stupid when it comes to sex and all it would take would be one student screaming to the school board, the media and all their neighbors about how one of their college professors was hitting on them. So I always let them make the offer, never asking for it outright.
This time is different. I’d like to say that my decision was unexpected and that it surprised me when I came to it. But given that I let students bribe me with sex, I don’t think blackmail is too big a step down on the corruption scale. Because if I’m being honest about women and the power their vaginas have over men, then I can only be honest about men when I say that if you give them a choice between asking for pussy and taking it, a man will take a pussy for himself every time. That is what I’m getting ready to do.
The building is quiet since there are no classes there this late on a Friday, so I have no problem hearing the distinct sound of heels clicking on the tile floor. My appointment has arrived. I wait, sitting in the chair at my desk and watching the door with its frosted glass window as my pulse begins beating faster, keeping time with the steps that are growing louder by the moment. I consider ending this whole scheme before it starts, just for a second, because once the pieces are put into play no one will be able to walk away until the game is over.
Then I think about what brought me here, what I’ve craved for so long, what I will never get the opportunity to have if I don’t go through with this and how I’ll spend the rest of my life filled with regret for passing this chance up. When the footsteps stop outside my door and she knocks gently, I tell her to come in so I can see what I’m risking everything for.
Sylvia is the kind of girl who could never disappoint a man with her looks. Like Elizabeth Taylor in her glorious youth, she has glossy, raven black hair and blue eyes like sapphires. She has an hour glass figure with large breasts, slim waist and flaring hips leading down to delicious, toned legs. All of it is dressed in a smart business suit that makes her look like a secretary out of every dirty office fantasy.
In that moment, seeing her standing in my doorway, I know that if there’s an opportunity to take this woman, then I’m going to do it and the consequences be damned.
“Hello, Professor. You said you wanted to see me?” She asks with a warm smile.
I smile back, genuinely pleased to see her, and I motion for her to come in. “Yes I did, Syliva. Thank you for coming. Have a seat.” I say as I pull an extra chair from the corner for her to sit on.
“I actually wanted to talk to you about your latest essay that you wrote for class. It was supposed to be on an historical event in the period were reading over. However, I think your subject matter may have been a bit off topic.”
“How so?” She asks, looking worried.
Before I go any further with this story, I should also mention that Sylvia is not only beautiful but brilliant. With a perfect 4.0 grade point average, being a star athlete in tennis and the track team and president of the student council, she’s practically the face of our school’s student population and a role model for every young woman. Sylvia isn’t just a book worm who gets good grades; she’s made all the right connections and has a bright future ahead of her once she graduates.
I hate to use clichés but she really is…perfect.
“Sit down,” I say “and let me read a few lines to you. Perhaps you’ll see where the problem is.”
I pick up her paper from my desk while she moves to the chair and takes her seat. I lock the door and press my back up against it, effectively cutting off any escape except the office window that’s two stories up.
I look through the essay that I’ve memorized until I find the section I’m looking for, near the end.
“The thing I think about most is being pinned to his desk, beneath him, my arms held behind my back as he takes me by force. I try to resist but he’s too strong and eventually he makes me not want to resist at all.”
When I look up at Sylvia, her face is horrified and bright red with embarrassment and her jaw is on the floor. For a young woman who has always demonstrated a considerable poise and savoir faire, she’s speechless, which is just the reaction I’d been hoping for. I cross the office to her and hand her the paper, which she takes numbly.
It’s a confession, an admission of dark secrets which were written by Sylvia’s own hand. How she lusted after her professor, how she fantasized about giving herself to him, about him taking her against her will. When I had found the essay thrown in among the other student’s works, I was shocked and aroused by it but also suspicious. How could something like this, even if it were true, end up in my hands? I could hardly believe that she had made a mistake and turned in this instead of her history paper. Yet it was in front of me, with her name on it, and the details became more filthy and lurid with each paragraph. In the end, common sense had been no mach for libido. I decided to call her bluff, to see what her reaction would be when confronted with the evidence.
I watch her in silence for a few moments as her lips move soundlessly while she reads the words, disbelieving that what she is seeing is real. I wonder if she had truly made a mistake or if she had given it to me intentionally and was now having second thoughts as to the consequences of her actions.
“Would you care to explain, Sylvia?”
She remains silent, refusing to look at me as she rolls up the paper in her hands.
“You weren’t supposed to see this.” She said in a quiet voice “We…some of the girls I’m friends with…we wanted to share our fantasies about our favorite teachers but we were afraid of sending them through e-mail since everything that gets on the internet just stays there forever. So we printed them up and we traded them. I thought I had forgotten mine in my dorm room when I couldn’t find it. I never realized…”
I move to stand over her as she sits there, still refusing to look at me. I can see a few tears running down her beautiful face as she imagines what the consequences of her secret getting out might be. If she rest of the school found out she had written something like this, it would destroy her academic career and ruin her future.
“There are a few ways we can handle this, Sylvia. I could show this writing of yours to the deans and the president. While I’m sure your previous record would be taken into consideration, ultimately revealing this would seriously harm your standing here. You might even lose your scholarships.”
She looks up at me and her lovely face has gone from bright red embarrassment to bone white fear. “Please, Professor, don’t do that. I’ve worked so hard to get where I am and I don’t think I could deal with losing it all over something like this. The humiliation alone would be too much for me to take.”
I nod in understanding. “There is another option that I might be willing to consider.”
“Anything as long as this doesn’t go public!”
Taking the essay from her, I hold it out so she can see her own confession. She only stares at the paper for a second before her eyes widen and snap to my face. I was being truthful when I said she was smart. The gears in her head turn quickly and she knows what I want. I smile at her reaction and I’m sure she doesn’t see it as warm or inviting.
We look at each other in silence for a long moment. There’s no sound anywhere and the tension is suffocating. She’s wearing an expression that looks like disbelief but other than that I can’t tell what she’s thinking.
“If I do this,” she says “if I do what you want, this stays our secret, right?”
“Of course. I’m not interested in ruining you, Sylvia. But I’m afraid you’ve handed me an opportunity that I simply can’t walk away from. However, you should know that this isn’t going to be a one time thing. This is your future not a bad grade on a test. What I get has to be equal to what you get.’
That dubious look on her face deepens. “How long?”
“Let’s say…until you graduate.”
Her eyes widen and disbelief is replaced with swift anger, something I’ve never seen on her before. It makes her even more gorgeous.
“Fuck you! We’re only three months into the semester! That’s a year and a half!”
I shrug and toss the paper into her lap. “Then you’ll have to take your chances with the deans. My way may be unpleasant, immoral and illegal but I can guarantee that your secret will be safe and you won’t even have to worry about passing my class.”
“Yeah and how do I know you won’t hold this over my head after I graduate? How do I know you won’t take pictures or videos or do something else that will give you blackmail material after I’ve left here?”
I shrug. “You don’t. Just like you don’t know if I’ll send out your essay to every e-mail address on campus even if you let me fuck you. You just have to take my word for it.”
She’s furious, wanting to strangle me, not because I’m a bastard for blackmailing her but because I’ve caught her in a trap that she can’t easily get out of. Submitting means she becomes my whore for the rest of her time at school. Resisting means that she has to face whatever consequences the academic community would throw at her and because she has no proof of anything we’ve talked about, I’ll get to walk away untouched.
“God, I hate you.”
“Did you really expect anything less? You fantasized about being my personal slut and now you’ll get to experience it for real.”
She shudders and looks down at the paper in her lap before snatching it up and tossing it across the office in frustration. Then she looks up at me, still angry be resigned to what she has to do.
“Alright. Tell me what you want.”
I walk closer to her and reach down to slide the zipper of my pants open. I reach into the slit in my boxers and retrieve my cock, already half-hard and quickly growing to its full length.
“Show me how much you’ve fantasized about me.”
There’s a moments hesitation where I wonder if she’s simply going to walk out. Then she grabs my cock gently, her slender hand cool against the throbbing heat and she brings it to her mouth. Her tongue comes out and begins licking the head, first the tip then both sides around the ridge. She pushes it up and let’s her tongue slide down to the base then back up again.
She’s looking up at me as she licks me, her mouth coming up to the tip again before she wraps her lips around it and begins to suck. She bobs her head, taking more of my cock into her mouth with each down stroke, one inch at a time. There are still a few inches left when I feel the head bump into the back of her throat. She stares up at me and I feel her mouth and throat squeezing and shifting around my dick. For a moment I think she’s going to gag then suddenly she’s sliding the last few inches into her mouth, her throat is squeezing my head and her face is pressed into my groin.
The feeling is incredible. It’s been too long since the last time a woman put her mouth on me and this is better than any time I can remember. I’ve never thought of myself as an evil man but knowing that she has no choice but to service me and to my satisfaction sends a rush of power through me and it’s glorious.
I grab her head before she can pull off of my cock and I hold her there. She doesn’t gag, which is amazing and simply stares up at me. Her hands reach into my pants and she finds my balls, her fingers gently stroking them as she pulls them out to join my cock.
The only sound in the room is my ragged breathing as I choke her with my shaft. Amazingly, she doesn’t try to push away and she doesn’t choke. I can’t help but wonder how many cocks she’s had buried in her throat to have gotten so good at holding me like she is and suddenly I have an image in my head of her surrounded by cocks, taking each one completely, choking on them over and over until she learns to eat dick like a good bitch.
My head falls back and I moan. “You fucking whore.”
Then my hands wrap tightly in her lovely hair and I pull her back and off of my cock. She gasps and I let her take a few breaths before I push myself between her lips again and begin to fuck her throat. Using her hair as a handhold, I shove in and pull out, moving my hips and her head at the same time. Each time I pull back her throat tries to close up and when I thrust in again there’s a brief resistance before I force it open. The tight feeling as her throat is forced open around me is fantastic
When I look down, I can see tears running down her face as she chokes on my cock. It’s impossible for her to get a breath with how fast I’m fucking her face and the effort of taking my cock again and again is forcing more tears and her mascara starts to run down her cheeks in dark lines.
All of it is better than I had ever imagined. It won’t take me long to cum and every stoke in her throat makes me want to fuck harder until I explode and make her choke on my load. But I want this first time to be memorable, even if there will be plenty more to come and with a supreme effort of will I pull my cock out of her throat for the last time.
Sylvia falls back in the chair coughing and gasping for air. Spit and pre-cum have built up in her mouth and are running over her lips and chin in a sticky mess and it drips down onto her blouse as she sits there with eyes closed, trying to catch her breath.
I give her a moment to recover. Then I grin.
“Strip down. I want to see everything.”
She looks at me, her chest still heaving, and she doesn’t hesitate this time as she stands and begins to strop. Her jacket comes off first and she tosses it aside before removing her stained blouse one button at a time. When she slides it from her shoulders, the simple black bra she wears looks amazing against her pale skin, supporting what can only be a perfect pair of tits
I want to see them but she teases me by turning around and sliding down the zipper of her skirt. It whispers down her thighs and falls into a pool of dark material at her feet, leaving me to admire her delicious ass encased in a pair of skimpy blank panties and a matching garter belt with hose that have seams running down the backside. Just the way I like them.
Keeping her back to me, she reaches behind her and release the clasp on her bra. With a quick tug it comes off and she tosses it over with her jacket. Her panties were pulled on over the garter belt, which made it easy for her to slide them off even as the crotch stuck between her legs for a moment. She bends over completely to pull them all the way down to her ankles before stepping out of them, giving me a view of her ass and making me want to take a bite out of it. Her cunt, wet and smooth, peeked out at me for a moment before she straightened back up.
With a glance over her shoulder, Sylvia slowly turns to face me and let me see her perfect body from head to toe. She’s like something out of every issue of Playboy I’ve ever seen. Curves turning into more curves, the lines of her body wrapped in flawless, pale skin and raven hair that hangs over her shoulders.
“Do you want me?” She asks quietly.
I move to stand in front of her, my clothed body just brushing her nude skin. I reach down and let my fingers slide between her legs, touching the folds of her pussy and feeling how wet she is.
“Do you want me?” I reply.
She barely nods.
“Say it.” I demand.
“I want you.” She whispers.
“Do you still hate me?”
Her eyes harden a little and she nods again.
“Say it.”
She bares her teeth at me. “I fucking hate you.”
“Now tell me what you want me and that you hate me.”
There’s real anger in her eyes and for a moment I wonder if she’s going to attack me. Then she kisses me, suddenly and fiercely, her hands sliding into my hair to pull me close. My arms wrap around her, hugging those curves against me.
“I want you.” She whispered against my lips. Then she bit my lower lip between her teeth hard. “And I fucking hate you.”
It hurts like hell but it’s intensely erotic at the same time. She stops biting me and kisses me again, sucking on my lip as we both taste my blood. Then she pulls back just enough to look me in the eyes.
“Fuck me. Make me your whore.”
I push her back towards my desk, lifting her up to sit on the edge and pushing myself between her knees. She starts to unbutton my shirt but I stop her.
“No, I want to take you just like this. Naked with me fully dressed.”
She smiles and leans back on her hands on the desk.
“You’re a dirty old man, Professor. Come on and fuck me. Take this pussy, if you think you can.”
I’m more than up to the challenge and I push her knees wider apart. “Put my cock into your pussy.”
She grabs my shaft and pulls me closer to her until she can slip the head inside. I don’t take my time, I simply thrust into her a few times until I was buried inside. She’s tight and so very wet, moaning as her arms come up around my neck and pull me closer. We kiss again, this time without the biting, and I start fucking her.
If I thought she was a dirty minded girl when I read her paper, I had no idea what I was in for. Her mouth is next to my ear and as I thrust deep into that wet slit, she’s whispering all sorts of filth in my ear.
“You’re such a fucking pervert. Blackmailing one of your students into fucking you, making her do whatever you want, and completely getting off on it. You don’t just love fucking me, you love knowing I’ll do anything you say. You dirty bastard.”
I’m at a loss for what to say, mostly because it’s all true and I’m too busy enjoying her body. Dirty talk is something I’m not especially good at but she doesn’t seem to mind as she simply keeps going.
“What else are you going to do to me? Are you going to fuck my ass? Are you going to make me come visit you in the middle of the night? Maybe you’ll make me hide beneath the podium in the classroom and suck you off while you’re teaching.”
I close my eyes and imagine standing there before a room full of a hundred students while this beautiful girl sucks my cock. I love it. I love the thought of having this dirty bitch at my beck and call, willing to do anything and everything I tell her and getting wet with every depraved act I put her through.
“What else will you make me do, Professor? Will you make me be your naughty little school girl again? Would you want me to dress up in pigtails and a little Catholic uniform for you, tell you I’ve been a bad girl and I need to be punished? I bet you would love that too.”
It’s too much. As I feel myself about to cum, I grab Sylvia by the hair and pull her down to her knees. She smiles knowingly and immediately pulls my cock into her mouth, sucking it all the way down and working her lips over the shaft quickly. A few strokes later and I’m grabbing her hair to hold her still as my eyes roll back in my head and I cum. She sucks it out of me, only the head between her lips as my spunk covers her tongue and fills her mouth. I caress her hair for a few moments while she swallows me and uses her tongue to clean up my cock, squeezing it gently for those last few drops.
Sylvia stands up after she’s done, wiping at her lips daintily before giving me a smirk. “I was hoped you’d be able to last longer but I guess I shouldn’t have expected much.”
The warm afterglow evaporates and as I look at her, with that arrogant smirk, like this entire thing was her idea to begin with. She turns away to get dressed, gathering up her clothes. Before she can pick up her panties, I snatch them off the floor with one hand and snatch her lovely black hair with the other. She starts to shout in pain and when her mouth opens I shove the bit of fabric and lace between her teeth.
I drag her back to the desk and shove her down onto it. “Don’t fucking move.” I growl in her ear.
She’s staring daggers at me but she doesn’t move and doesn’t try to remove her panties. I open the drawer of my desk and take out a heavy roll of duct tape. When I pull the first strip from it, the loud tearing sound of the glue makes her jerk like she’s been electrocuted. She tries to get up but it’s too late. I grab her hands, pull them behind her back and begin wrapping the tape around her wrists. She struggles but she isn’t strong enough to stop me. I can already feel myself growing hard again.
I wrap the tap up her arms, binding them tighter together. When I reach her forearms and start pulling them tighter, she stops struggling and starts whimpering. The tension in her shoulders is painful, threatening to dislocate them and I tape up a few more inches just for good measure.
“More?” I ask and she shakes her head vigorously. I tear off a final piece of the silver tape and put it over her lips, sealing her mouth shut with her panty gag.
I step back to admire my handy work. She’s bent over the desk, arms bound, ass sticking up in the air. It’s beautiful and I can’t help but smile as I pick up my belt.
“You may think this is a game, my dear, and it is. But it’s my game, not yours. That means I make the rules and the first rule you’ll learn is that smart mouthed girls get punished.”
I swing the belt around and smack her ass. She squeals into the gag, more shocked than hurt I think. It’s only a light slap but I don’t stop with one. I keep swinging the belt into her ass until she tries to use her hands to cover it. I stop and move so she can see me from her position.
“Move your hands.”
She shakes her head and tries screaming at me through her gag. I move back behind her and start beating her thighs instead. I hit harder and she screams, jumping and trying to get away. When she tries to stand up, I drop the belt and grab her hair, slamming her back into the desk. Then I start beating her ass and thighs with my bare hand. I move between the left and right side, leaving no inch of skin untouched. Her screams of rage and indignation begin to give way to sobs of pain.
When I realize that she’s actually crying, I stop spanking her and look at the damage. Her ass and thighs are bright pink, nearing that lovely red color that I enjoy. I give her a moment to catch her breath before I grab her ass with both hands, bringing a fresh scream of pain. I massage all of her beaten areas and she does her damnedest to get away from my touch.
My hands eventually move between her legs and find her pussy still hot and wet. I slide two of my fingers inside of her and that brings out a different kind of moan. My fingers work in and out of her, fast and hard, while my thumb presses down on her clit. She tightens down on me and moans louder, unable to resist as I make her cum. I’m wishing that I had some toys that I could use on her like this but I decide that’s something I can save for the future.
I pull my fingers from her, putting them in my mouth and tasting the hot juice. The taste of wonderful and I don’t waste anymore time. I get behind her, push her legs apart with my knee and slide my cock inside. I’m harder than I was before, hungry to fill her cunt with cock and cum. I fuck her savagely, hips and thighs slapping into her ass, my balls aching as they slap against her clit. I grab a fist full of hair by the roots and jerk her head up. She’s moaning, grunting with each thrust and suddenly I felt her cunt squeeze me and a gush of juices run over my balls. That does it for me and with a few more thrusts I pin her against the desk with my hips and put another load in her belly, this time from the other end.
Neither of us moves for a few minutes.
Eventually she moans, shifting her hips to try and move away. At first I think she’s trying to escape again but then I realize I’m pushing her into the hard edge of my desk. I get off of her but keep her head down, whispering in her ear. “Don’t move.”
I pull out of her, watching my cum slowly slide out of her well used hole and trickle down her thighs in a clear, slick trail. I wipe the front and back of my cock on her ass and give her one more sharp smack on the ass. Her cry is delicious before I turn and get dressed. She keeps her position as I do so but she turns her head to watch me. The look on her face is hard to read but I can tell that she’s afraid of what I might do next. Which is just where I want her.
After I’m dressed I gather up her clothes and bundle them up. Her arms are bound but her hands are still free and I pressed the clothes into both her hands. “Hold on tight to these. Anything you drop you’ll leave behind in this building when you go. Understand?”
She nods and holds onto her clothes with a death grip. I grab her hair again and pull her off the desk. Then I bend her over at the waist by her head and we walk out of my office. At first she resists, making terrified sounds but a quick jerk of her hair gets her moving, her head at my hip as he walk down the small hallway that has the professor’s offices and into the larger hallway that leads to the classrooms, stairs and doors outside.
She’s almost hyperventilating, no doubt scared that someone is going to come in and see us. My own heart is pounding from the same fear, though I keep a calm exterior. No one should be here at this hour on a Friday but people can be unpredictable. Fortunately, we make it to the bathroom at the other end of the building without incident and Sylvia even manages to hold onto all her clothes. I’m a little disappointed by that.
I drag her into the boys bathroom and let her stand up to get a good look at herself in the mirror. Her hair is a disheveled mess, her makeup is smeared from crying, running down her whole face in black streaks. Her mouth has red lipstick smears from sucking my cock. In short, she’s an absolute mess and I don’t think she’s ever looked more beautiful.
“This is how it’s going to be from now on. You’re not one of my students anymore, you’re my toy. My slave. My plaything. If I want you, I will have you at any time of the day or night, in any way. All you have to do is follow orders and all of this will go a lot easier for you. Do you understand?”
She nods. I tear the tape off of her mouth and pull the panties out. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, Professor.” She says, her voice hoarse and subdued.
“Good. I’m going to untie you now, then you can get dressed and go.”
The duct tape proves more difficult than I thought to take off and I make a mental note to invest in some rope. I know I’ll be getting a lot of good use out of it with this girl. When she’s free, she doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even look at me as she sorts out her clothes and gets dressed. For a moment I feel a small pang of conscience for what I’ve done but I ruthlessly bury it when I get a look at her red ass and raw pussy before she pulls her damp panties on.
I leave the bathroom and walk back to my office, smiling as I hear Sylvia begin to cry. This school year is going to be one to remember.
