sexi stuff

First, I’d make you wear a nice skirt and for us to drive to the movies. On the drive, my hands would slide down your thigh and up your skirt, slowly rubbing closer to your panties, until they start to slowly get wet. Your moans and whimpers covered by the shuddering of your breath. A loud moan escapes as you bite onto your lip, my fingers now gently flicking and your clit, playing along to the rhythm of your moans and breath as your body arches up and moves.

As we drive, I grab your hand and let you feel how hard Sir is, feeling how your moans are driving me insane and how your soaking panties are just begging to ripped off and for you to be fucked till you cum all over the seat. As you start rubbing your hand against Sir’s cock, it gets pulled away and your face is grabbed, “Now now, who said my little slave could do what she wants without permission” I say. My hand now sliding gently down your neck, down your chest and in between your now wet thighs. Your panties moved to the side as my fingers slowly insert into you and start to finger fuck you, feeling your wet juices drip slowly onto my fingers and seat.

Your moans continue getting louder and your hand starts rubbing your clit. The car suddenly pulls over as you look up in shook, my seatbelt now unbuckled.

“What did I say? Looks like disobedient slaves need to be taught a bit of a lesson”, your face now flustered red as you await and think about what the punishment will be this time. “Onto your knees and face your ass to me” I command, your legs now having your pussy drip down them. I lift up your skirt, fingering your properly as you moan more and more, cars passing by, not knowing that you’re being such a dirty slut for master.  Begging for my cock to be fucking you hard, each time being replied back with a spanking on the ass instead,  harder and harder till I grab your hair and push you against the car window, finger fucking you harder till you’re screaming you’re about to cum.

“Well here’s your punishment, babygirl”, I reply, pulling my fingers out and inserting a small vibrator inside of you, turning it onto a low setting and putting your panties over the top and starting up the car to drive to the cinema’s. We arrive, with you walking around on the edge of cumming, constantly feeling how hard masters cock is against your ass, wishing it was inside of you instead of the vibrator. We go up to get movie tickets and as we pick them up from the line, I turn the vibrator up from the remote, making you almost drop to your knees and almost cum. You letting out a decent moan and turn around bright faced as the line of people wonder what happened.

Once we get into the cinemas and the movie starts playing, I lift up your skirt and rip your panties off, taking out the vibrator and slide my fingers inside, feeling how tight and soaked you are. As you stare at me, I take my fingers out, grab your face and make you watch me taste you, and then have you taste yourself off my tongue.

I go down and start licking your wetness ff your thighs, slowly working my way up as I eat you out, my fingers in your mouth to stop you from moaning too loudly. Feeling my tongue bars flick against your clit as your legs start to tremble. We switch places and have you slowly work your tongue on me, making you use the vibrator on your clit as you take me down your throat like the good slave that you are.

I then make you stand up, and face the screen, grabbing your hips and have you sit on my lap, feeling my cock slide 8 inches deep inside of you, hitting your gspot as you struggle to maintain balance. My hand covers your mouth, the other rubbing your clit as I fuck you hard, everyone else in the rows underneath not knowing whats happening. Your moans and whimpers being stopped by my hand being the only thing that stop you from being seen getting fucked hard like my good little slut that you are.

As you start getting close and your legs lose control, I make you get the vibrator and turn it on high, making sure you hold it against your clit. my fingers in your mouth bite down, you whimpering in pleasure, my other hand squeezing your nipples and playing with your tits as you get closer and closer, till you accidentally moan out “Sir, im..im gonna cum, im  going to cum everywhere”.

Your legs give out completely as you shake, moaning and biting into my fingers, falling deeper onto my cock as it hits your gspot harder, having your cum leak down your thighs and onto my cock. I grab you by the hair, slapping you for being such a disobedient girl for not waiting till master said to cum. You automatically start to give me head and just as I’m about to cum, you take it out from your mouth, my cum shooting  all onto your chest, leaking down your torso under your shirt.

“I don’t need this bullshit! We’ve got tenure, you can’t fucking fire us.” I yelled violently shoving my chair away from me. The dean jumped back bit, eyes wide.  “Look Jason,” he tried to sound sympathetic, “you’d be right if it was just you, but the state budget cuts have forced the university to cut your entire department. Everyone is getting let go."  As the chair of the Anthropology Department, I was powerless against budget decisions and I knew it. So the state wants to cut education, so the state doesn’t care about research into the history of human behavior. The governor even publicly called out my discipline. We were screwed and I was pissed.  "Well then let me say what I’ve always wanted to say: Fuck you and this university. You’re an asshole and I’ve never liked you.” As I slammed his office door behind me I heard him start to say, “I’ll forgive that…” What an asshole. I practically stomped back across the quad, seething more with every step. At 45 I was going to have to go back on the academic job market, start over in some new city. In this environment there’s no guarantee either. I was a thousand feet deep in thought as I approached my office door and saw her standing against the wall. From my 9:30 class, I tried to remember her name, Madison, I think. I took a deep breath and tried to come back to the present. “It’s Madison, right?” I asked her as I approached. She nodded, a strand of red curls fell over her glasses which she brushed away. She stood only as high as my shoulder and had the bluest eyes I’d ever seen. “What can I do for you?” I unlocked my office door. Now, in 15 years of being a college professor I had never fucked a student. I’d thought about it. I’d thought about it a lot of times. Every professor does. That first day we walk into class and look over the sea of faces, some eager, some bored, and select some fantasy fodder.  I always make up categories. First category is women I’d fuck if given the chance. Not to be too stereotypical, but these tend to be the cheerleader types. Tight bodies gorgeous faces. But I also pick a girl that I think I could fuck, if I tried. I suspect most 20-ish college girls have no interest in an older man. A friend in psychology gave me a kind of profile of the girl with “daddy” issues that would let herself be seduced just to get attention: Mousy, quiet, smart, eager to please. There tends to be a kind of overwhelmed look in their eyes. Lastly I try to guess which ones fantasize about fucking a professor. As a fit middle aged man with thick dark hair, I figure I’m an ideal candidate for those with professor fantasies.  In 15 years though, I never crossed the line. No quick fuck in my office was worth risking my job, even if the young woman could do a perfect split. But also, far from fantasy, college girls rarely make the first move, especially in a situation like a student-professor dynamic, and I am too much of a professional to ever cross that line.  As I motioned her ahead of me into my office I glanced over her body. Petite girl, curly red hair to her shoulders, firm round ass. The glasses made me think she wasn’t comfortable with her looks and while she never said a word in class, she always appeared to be taking rigorous notes. If anything, this girl fell into category two. I smiled to myself as the thought crossed my mind that I had no job to lose anymore. Well, there was still a reputation to consider. “Well Madison, what can I do for you?” I said politely as I slid into the leather chair behind my desk. She slowly sunk onto another chair and sat on its edge. Instead of speaking she took a paper out of the folder she had been clinging to her chest and handed it to me. It was an assignment I had just passed back that morning. “Professor, I wanted to talk about my grade.” She pulled at the hem of her white skirt which had ridden up over her knees. I flipped to the page where the grade was: C-. “And what do you want to say about it?” After 15 years of teaching I found it best to let them make the first move. Some kids complain, some beg, and some just apologize. It’s almost never what you guess. “I can’t live with a C-. It’s just not acceptable.” Her eyes caught mine and quickly darted into her lap. Drawn by the movement I noticed she wore a fairly revealing top with plunging neckline. Combined with the skirt, it was a much nicer look than the average student. I started into my spiel. Every year I had to give it. “Anthropology isn’t for everyone, a C- is bad, but not the end of the world. You’ll survive; you’ll do better next time.” Blah. Blah. Blah. It gets tiresome reassuring students. “No,” she said, her eyes suddenly alive, “I can’t. My scholarship depends on it.” The funny thing about this is that scholarships always seem to depend on my class as if mine was the only one these students took. I wondered if she told that to all of the professors whose classes she was tanking. Today of all days was not the day to fuck with me about grades. “You want me to change the grade?” I asked. “Yes, sir,” She replied. “To what?” I asked again. “Huh?” “Well,” I began, “Since you want the grade changed what do you want it changed to?"  She paused for a moment, trying to figure out if I was serious. Finally she spoke up, “An A, if you would.” You have to admire her boldness.  Now on any other day I would have asked her why she thought she deserved it, why she was wrong, and a bunch of stuff that summed up can be stated “If you want A’s then do the fucking work.” But today I was in a mood. "And what are you going to do to earn it?” I asked her. “Well I could rewrite it if you like,” she said meekly. I stood up, walked slowly to my door and closed it. “What, and make me grade another shitty paper?” I sighed. I walked over to the corner of my desk closest to her and leaned against it. “There’s got to be something else you could do.” I noticed her lips were shaded red. She sucked her lower lip between her teeth. “Um…” she started, “maybe I could…” she steeled herself, “blow you.” I mock gasped, “Madison I am shocked! I would have never guessed that you put on that revealing short skirt and red lipstick with the intention of seducing a grade from me. Shame on you.”  She almost knocked me over as she jumped up and rushed out the door. Where there had been confidence was now remorse and guilt. “Stupid fucking girl,” I thought to myself as I went back to work. That night, I thought of Madison and her cherry red lips as I masturbated before sleep. I had never gone so far with a student. For a while I worried that it was too far, that she would run to some administrator and tell her that I had teased and broken her. But after a while I reasoned that there was no way she tells anyone that she offered to suck me off only to get chastised for it. Aside from reinforcing my reputation, it made her look pathetic. Still, this girl was cute, I was getting fired no matter what I did, and she had come on to me. Maybe there was something here. The next day I showed up to class and casually sought her out. She kept her eyes on her notebook, refusing to meet my stare. I noticed she wore the university “dress code,” jeans and a t shirt. After class as the students filed out I called to her. “Madison, I need to see you. Can you meet me in my office in 15 minutes?” She nodded, looking at me for the first time today. I could tell that she was trying to figure me out as a look of horror crept over her eyes. I suspect she thought I was going to turn her in to the dean.  When I got to my office she was waiting against the wall again. I motioned her inside and closed the door behind me. She sat nervously in the same spot as the day before. “Madison,” I began sternly, “You left so quickly yesterday we never finished our conversation. Tell me, were you serious in your offer?” Her head shot up and she looked at me frightened, “I thought it’s what you wanted, I mean you closed the door and I just let my imagination run, I guess.” I sighed, “You didn’t answer my question.” She looked confused. “Were you making a serious offer?” Her lips parted as if to say something, but no words came out. “Well,” I said impatiently, “were you?” She looked down in her lap and said quietly, “Yes.” I sat back in my chair and folded my hands, “You think a blow job is worth an A? Because I don’t. From a C-, I figure a blow job at best could get you to a C+, but probably not even that high. Stand up.” Without considering, she obeyed, still trying to process the worth of her mouth. I stood up too and walked over to her placing my hands on her shoulders. She looked up at me with those big blue eyes. “Well, let’s find out how good you are with your mouth.” And with that I gently pushed her to her knees. My heart was pounding in my chest and when she undid my pants and pulled out my cock, I was already as hard as I’d ever been. She looked up at me as if she wasn’t sure what to do so I placed my hand on the back of her head and guided her lips to my cock.  If she was used to having any cocks in her mouth, I don’t know, but she seemed unsure of what to do. Still, her mouth felt like silk as it slid over my shaft. Her lips pressing hard, her tongue gliding underneath me. She swallowed half of me before she realized it was too much and gagged. I let her back off a little, but kept my hand firmly in her hair, keeping her from releasing me completely, urging her to swallow my cock again.  She got into a rhythm sliding up and down my shaft and I grabbed to fistfuls of her hair, and began fucking her mouth in earnest.  “That’s it you little slut,” I told her, “If you want that grade you’ll relax and let me fuck that sweet mouth of yours.” She moaned onto my cock when she heard me. I worked into her faster. “You came here yesterday intending to suck me off, didn’t you?” She moaned incoherently. I looked down and saw my cock disappearing under that mop of red curls. “Tell me, slut. You came here to seduce me, didn’t you?” I roughly pulled her mouth off of my cock and made her look up at me. “Yes,” she sighed looking at me through half closed, dreamy eyes. Her look made me realize, this is exactly what she had always wanted, to be used by someone with power over her. I pulled her mouth back onto my cock and tried to think through the possibilities.  “I bet you wrote that shitty paper as an excuse, just to come up here and suck my cock,” she moaned again. “Tell me, how many profs have you sucked off for grades?” Her eyes went wide at the question, and she shook her head no even as my cock remained in her mouth, causing her cheek to bulge out. I pulled her off of my cock again. “Don’t fucking lie to me, grade-slut.” She started breathlessly, eyes low, “No, it’s just you, it’s always just been you.” I liked the sound of that.  “Okay,” I said, “if you’ve wanted to do this so badly, come over here and finish what you started.” I leaned back against my desk, my hard cock obscenely jutting out toward the young student. She practically leapt at me, devouring my cock, holding what wouldn’t fit in her mouth by her hand. It was a wonderful sight. “I’m gonna cum in your mouth, slut,” I said. “I want you to swallow every last drop, god help you if you spill even one drop.” She moaned, redoubling her efforts. The situation, her mouth, and my own pressing need proved too much for me and thrust almost into her throat and came as hard as I ever had, flooding her mouth. Like a good girl she tried to obey, tried to swallow it all, but as I looked down at her, I could see her mouth had opened around my cock and she drooled my cum down her chin, a drop found its way to my pants. “Look what you did!” I mustered the anger for the moment, she looked panicked. “Stand up!"  She dutifully obeyed, not knowing what to expect. I wiped the cum off of her chin with two fingers and shoved them into her mouth. “Lick my fingers clean, slut.”  When she was through, I told her to bend over and grab the edge of my desk, which she did without hesitation. I looked her over, she was still clothed. Suddenly I was struck by inspiration. “You were doing so well, I was thinking of even upping you to a B-. Then you got a stain on my pants. Bad form. You need to be punished, don’t you agree?” Her response would tell me everything I need to know about her. "Yes,” she agreed. And though her response filled me with joy at confirmation of her submissiveness, I smacked her ass hard. “Yes, what?” I asked. “Yes, sir.” She moaned, half in pleasure, half in pain.  “Excellent,” I smiled, “See you are a fast learner. Now take off your clothes so I can discipline you properly.” She started slowly, obviously shy. “I haven’t got all day!” I barked and she moved more quickly. “From now on, Madison, you’ll only wear skirts or dresses. Pants are far too inefficient for earning grades. Do you understand?” Her soft voice agreed, “Yes sir.” She stood before me a vision. Bright red hair, pale skin with few freckles, deep blue eyes, the curve of her breasts and hips was well proportioned to her slight frame. A neatly trimmed patch of fire red hair lay between her legs. I took off my tie and folded it. “Open,” I instructed simply holding the folded cloth at her lips, she hesitated. “We can’t have your cries disturbing my colleagues, can we?” Her mouth and her eyes went wide. I patiently turned her back toward the desk and leaned her over. Without hesitating, I brought my hand down on the soft flesh of her ass and she moaned. On the second stinging smack she yelped mutedly into my tie. By the time I got to five she was mewling constantly into the fabric, sucking air rapidly in through her nose. I had never used a woman like this and I wondered how much she could take. I rubbed my hand over her smooth flesh. Sliding my fingers between her spread legs and found she was absolutely dripping wet.  “Madison!” I said nearly mocking her, “I believe you like being punished.” I leaned over her, my finger still wriggling between the folds of her flesh, and whispered into her ear. “Such a bad girl.” Her self-support fell from palms to elbows as she moaned, her forehead pressed against my desk. My cock was already growing hard again. “Tell me silly girl, is this what you think about when you’re alone at night in your dorm room? Some professor spanking your ass red and then using you as a fuck doll?” She nodded hesitantly, her body writhing against the desk. I withdrew my finger from her and smacked her ass again. And again. And five more times, each harder than the first. Her body shuddered as an orgasm washed over her. She practically melted.  I stepped up behind her and grabbed hold of her hips, pulling her back up to her feet. I guided the head of my cock between the folds of her flesh and slid into her. Damn she was tight, too tight. “Fuck,” I wondered, “Is she a virgin?” Well, if she is she wouldn’t be for long. Hell of a way to lose it. As I fucked her she practically cried into the silk. It was impossible to tell if it was from pleasure or pain, but I was beyond caring. Eventually I felt her give way and relax, her ample juices flooded over my hard shaft as I drove into untouched territory. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her up so that she arched back onto me.  “Come on, grade-slut,” I taunted, “This is what you dreamed about, show me what you’re worth.” She whimpered and grunted as my cock drove into her tight pussy, pushing herself back onto me, trying to earn that A.  I slapped her ass again as I pulled out and spun her around. Her eyes were wild as I sat her on the desk and plunged back into her. Her fingernails clawed at me, trying to pull me deeper into her. I pinned her legs back and pounded into her for all I was worth. I felt her body shudder beneath me as she let out a muffled long, low guttural cry. Her cunt spasmed around me and I pulled out just in time to unload my own orgasm all over her chest and belly.  I sat back in my chair, panting; she slid to the floor. I motioned with one finger for her to come over to me. When she began to stand up, I shook my head and said, “Crawl,” and she did. I removed the tie from her mouth; it was ruined by her saliva, but ties are easily replaced, grade-sluts are rare. I thought to myself that I should hold on to this one. “Clean me,” I commanded. And she dutifully began to lick at my cock, tasting my cum for the second time that afternoon. I stroked her hair as she did and for a second she seemed to purr like a kitten.  “That was very well done, Madison,” I complimented, “but I think at best it’s C+ work.” Her eyes darted up at me, disappointed. “It’s no matter though. I think you might have many opportunities to earn extra credit this semester. Are you interested in exploring those opportunities? Do you think you can be an obedient girl for the entire semester?” A smiled lit up her face, her eyes beamed behind her glasses, “Yes sir, thank you sir.” Now what to do about that fucking dean…

I decided to talk to the staff…

“Is it true?” Dr. Wheaton asked. He was an expert in pre-Colombian social hierarchies in Central America. He was an older man, but still at least five years from retirement and with his age knew he’d have a difficult time finding another position. “Are they really cutting the entire department?” I nodded to the assembled faculty members who immediately began expressing their outrage all at once. I did little to calm them since their anger was my own. Sadly, as academics, their anger would never coalesce into any action more meaningful than a sternly worded letter.  “We should go on strike!” said Bill Thompson, our newest higher and a bit of a hot head. The shouts of assent quickly fell silent as Dr. Jessica Hargrove spoke up. “So Bill,” she said mockingly, “Your response to being forced to leave in July is to voluntarily leave now? I’m sure they’ll tremble.” I smiled at Jessica’s acerbic wit. “Look,” I interrupted, “Jessica’s right, a strike isn’t going to get us anywhere unless every department joined in, and you all know as well as I do that everyone else is just going to hang us out to dry and keep their heads down hoping it’s not them next year.” Academics are like that, very self-centered with no long term vision. “All I can tell you,” I continued, “is that the decision isn’t finalized until April, so we have a couple of months. Maybe we can get some student support. I’ll keep working on the dean, see if I can’t get him to rewrite the budget.” With the meeting adjourned, my colleagues filed out to their respective classes and offices. Things were grim, but I had a few ideas about how to change the dean’s mind. As my mind drifted Jessica tapped me on the shoulder. “Free for lunch, Jason?” she asked. I was always free for Jessica. Ever since she was hired I had quite a thing for her. I found her professionalism erotic. From her perfectly quaffed dark hair to the measured click of her high heels as she walked down the hallway, she had that air of untouchability that made me just want to grab her and pull her to me. But we are coworkers, and in my experience, office romance is not very bright. Today Jessica wore a simple white blouse with a black pencil skirt which perfectly accentuated her small waist and rounded ass. As she walked in front of me to the elevator I couldn’t help but look her up and down. My mind wandered backed to Madison and I wondered if Jessica liked to be told what to do, too. Over lunch we mostly complained bitterly about the dean. A man in his mid fifties, he was usually disheveled. A sociologist by training, we guessed that it was either our department or his that would fall prey to the budget axe, and of course he wasn’t going to choose his. “I bet he gets off on it,” Jessica said becoming agitated. “I mean, have you met his wife? Talk about hen-pecked. I’m pretty sure he comes to the office just to get away from her and their four horrible kids. After he told you we were being fired he probably jacked off in his office lying to himself about how powerful he is.” I contorted my face, “Well, that’s an image I didn’t need in my head.” She blushed and covered her mouth, taken aback by how carried away she had become.  “I’m so sorry,” she laughed nervously. “I shouldn’t have said that."  "No, no, it’s quite alright,” I reassured. “I like it when you get all… worked up.” While I had thought my comment might keep her back on those 3 inch heels, it seemed instead to ground her as she narrowed her eyes and gazed right into my own.  “Jason,” she said, her tone changed, “How come we never hooked up?"  I nearly spit out my coffee at her forwardness. I managed, however, to mask my own uneasiness at the conversation. “Well,” I answered slowly, “I guess I always figured it was best to keep things professional with the people I work with.” She rolled her eyes a bit, so I figured I’d go out on a limb, “Not to say I never thought about it.” She reached across the table and lightly stroked my hand, “Well,” she said, “looks like we’re not going to be working together much longer. Want to see what my apartment looks like?” Her forwardness was intoxicating. Trying very hard to hold myself together I said, “Yes, I would, very much.” As we walked into her apartment, she turned toward me, making a sweeping gesture with her arm and said, “So, this is my apartment.” I caught her by the wrist and pulled her into me. With her heels on she was nearly as tall as I am. She smiled into my eyes and said, “My goodness, Professor.” And then I kissed her deeply, my tongue invading her mouth. She tasted sweet, like strawberries, and she moaned devilishly as our tongues danced for the first time. She broke the kiss and began to nuzzle my neck as my hands explored her still clothed body. She whispered, “Oh I’ve wanted this for a long time.” She sucked my ear lobe into her mouth as I began to unbutton her blouse. Sliding her blouse to the floor I found a white lace bra binding her ample breasts. I immediately released them and kissed down her neck as my hands explored her soft flesh. "Take me to your bed,” I commanded, almost breathless from my desire for her. As she guided me, I removed my own button down shirt and thought about how it had been less than 24 hours since I had fucked Madison. Two fantasies come true in two days. Aside from being fired, this was turning into a pretty good week. Jessica lay seductively on her bed, topless. Her breasts were gorgeous and I wanted to lick every inch of them and suckle her nipples. But first, I wanted her completely naked. I kneeled next to her on the bed and forced her over so that her skirts zipper was easily accessed. Having undone it, I slid her skirt down her stocking clad leg verifying what I had imagined since I met. She wore stockings with a garter belt instead of pantyhose. The sight of her on the bed, her long dark hair tousled as I’ve never seen it, bright red lipstick, slightly smeared from our kiss, her body naked except for dark stockings and heels. I paused to take it all in, and she smiled coyly as if to say, “What are you waiting for?”  I moved toward her, kneeled beside her on the bed and leaned over, taking her left breast into my mouth, her nipple was already hard and when I flicked it with my tongue, she moaned. I slid my hand down, over her taught stomach, between her thighs, finding the bare flesh of her thigh above the stocking and pushed her legs apart. When I finally slid my hand inside her panties, I felt the smoothness of a freshly shaved pussy and it was my turn to moan against her breasts. When my finger found its way into flesh, she gasped with a sharp intake of air. But not giving herself over completely she said instead, “You are entirely too overdressed to be in this bed, Jason.” And she began to undo my belt and my pants.  I stood up for a moment, to finish undressing. She slid her panties off and then crawled like a cat to the edge of the bed. Reaching out for my already hard cock, she pulled me to her. She didn’t hesitate to swallow me whole. Lying face down on her bed, she worked my cock with cherry red lips while her arms propped her up so she could swallow me. I reached down and ran my hand through her hair and she looked up at me. No innocence in her brown eyes, no fear about what to do. Instead, a mischievous smile that told me we were only just beginning. She removed my cock from her mouth and started to jack me. She smiled and said, “I’m going to lie on my back now, and you’re going to fuck my mouth and play with my pussy, ok? I think that will be easier for both of us.” I nodded dumbly as she rolled over and let her head hang slightly off the bed. It was the perfect alignment to slide my cock through her mouth and down her throat, which I did immediately. It was heaven. I could feel the tightness of her throat as she swallowed the head of my cock with each thrust of my hips.  In front of me, her body lay open and ready for my attention. Her stocking clad legs spread wide. I leaned over her and began to lick her perfectly smooth cunt. When my tongue found her clit, her moans reverberated through the shaft of my cock as it was buried in her throat. She wrapped her legs around my head. and I slid my tongue deeply into her. Tasting her depths as I thrust into her mouth, she writhed beneath me, but the position she had chosen had her pinned to my will. Her moans becoming constant, I alternated between flicking her clit with my tongue and licking down the length of open flesh, lapping at her like a dog.  As her cries intensified, she clawed at my ass like a mad woman. I simply thrust harder into her throat, feeling my own orgasm building. I concentrated on her clit, hoping to bring her off before me. I sucked it into my mouth. When I gently bit down on it and flicked it with my tongue, I felt her body shudder. She opened her mouth wide as if to cry out and I simply filled it ever more with my cock.  For a moment she flailed underneath me. Suddenly she went silent and limp. I pulled my still hard cock from her mouth with a pop, and almost immediately, her lungs filled with air. I cradled her up into my arms and lay her flat up the bed. Color returned to her cheeks, her eyes opened. “Holy fuck.” She said weakly. I was more than a bit relieved, for a moment I thought she had died. “What happened?” I asked, “Are you ok?” Instead of answering, she threw her arms around me and began kissing me harder than any woman has ever kissed me. Her body began shaking again.  “Oh my god,” she said again, “That was fucking amazing!” I was horribly confused, and I smiled, “So, you’re welcome, I guess.” She laughed and kissed me again, her strength returning to her. “I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t speak. And you were, you were,” she became breathless again. “Come here, get on top of me, I want you inside me. Now!” She practically clawed at me to climb between her legs. Despite my concern, having been so close before, my erection was still good and strong. I slid into her. She was tighter than I expected, but more than ready for me. She purred like a kitten as I began a methodical rhythm. With each thrust she’d grunt out a sentence. “Ugh, that’s good,” She began. “Fuck me. Unh. Just like that.” “When you were, mmmm. In my mouth.” “I couldn’t breathe. Ugh. And I couldn’t stop you.” “And you. Ooounh, worked my clit just right.” “And everything, mmm, started to go, unh, all hazy.” “MMmmm, and then I came.” With that she came again, as much from her story as from my cock sliding in and out of her. A smaller orgasm this time, I merely felt a prolonged shudder. When she recovered her senses, she continued, “When I came, ungh, it was so strong. And no air, mmm, I passed out, I think.” “What?” I said nonchalantly, “You’ve never had someone choke you to orgasm before?” She pushed me off onto my back. Softly hitting me in the arm and shaking her head. She climbed on top of me and lowered herself down onto my shaft. “No,” she said. “I’ve heard about that kind of thing from my students, but, my god! I’ve never cum so hard in my life.”  She put her hands on my throat with a wild look in her eye, “Now I want to do it to you.”  I grabbed her wrists and flung her back onto her back. I was on her again in a second, pinning her arms over her head and forcing myself between her legs. She struggled halfheartedly, obviously charmed by the move. “That’s not the way this works, Jessica,” I said, sliding into her. “If you want to see what it’s like to choke someone, we’ll just have to find some submissive for you to work on.” Of course, Madison popped into my mind. She wriggled underneath me. “Oooo,” she said with a heavy breath, “sounds fun, have someone in mind?” I stayed quiet as I began fucking her in earnest. Strong heavy strokes, allowing me to find my way deep inside of her. She wrapped her legs around my waist and began to whimper. “Oh Jason,” she called out, “fuck me like you’ve always wanted to.” I must have let a grin slip because she smiled slyly up at me and said, “Yeah, I know. I’ve always known.” She let slip a cry, a whimper. “Fuck me like I’ve always imagined!” I doubled my efforts and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling it hard and making her arch her chest up toward me.  “You like that?” She continued. “You like using me like that? You gonna empty your cum into me you big, bad man who makes little girls like me choke on his cock?"  She cried out again. It was more a wail and I felt her nails dig into my back. I pulled harder on her hair. I put a hand on her throat without applying any pressure. Her eyes went wide at the threat, but I felt her cunt quiver. She was practically weeping as my cock drove into her, “Yes, ugh, oh fuck, use me, make me yours.” I smiled, managing to keep my senses, saying, “Make you mine? Make you my what?” She groaned at the thought. “Come on Jessica, say it. What do you want me to make you?” Words began flowing from her mouth as though a damn had burst, “Make me your bitch, your slut, your whore. Oh anything you want as long as you keep fucking me!” I lowered my mouth to hers, my own orgasm coming closer and closer. I gripped her hair harder, pulled desperately at her as I ploughed inside of her. "Tell me to cum,” I begged into the hollow of her mouth. “Cum!” she yelled. “Now!” I obeyed, exploding inside of her as she fell into her third orgasm of the afternoon.  I rolled off of her, spent, and she nuzzled into me. She almost purred her contentment as I gently stroked her hair.  “Mmmm,” she mewled. “I’ve wanted that for a long time. It was everything I imagined and much, much more.” I smiled and kissed the top of her head.  Suddenly she looked up at me, perfectly serious in her expression. “Jason,” she said, “You never answered my question.” Almost dreamily I responded, “What question?” “I asked,” she reminded me, “If you had someone in mind for me to… um…” “Choke?” I chuckled. “You mean besides the dean?” She brought her fist down on my chest, “I’m serious,” she said. Then she pouted, “We’ve only fucked once and you already think I’m weird.” “No!” I said quickly, “Not at all, you’re the hottest, most daring woman I’ve ever been with. You’re smart and funny and sexy and adventurous.” I paused, “And yes, I think I know someone you could experiment with.” “Really?” her eyes lit up. “I wouldn’t have guessed you were so… worldly.” Jessica and I spent the weekend at her apartment, barely leaving the bedroom except for food and water. I was so into her. She fast became a partner I could trust and a lover who kept pushing both my boundaries and her own. When Monday morning came around, I told her that evening I’d bring her a surprise for being such a good girl all weekend, and then I left for class. As I sipped my coffee I glanced over the Monday morning faces. Almost all were lifeless, save one. Madison sat in her usual seat, trying to keep from staring at me. She squirmed in her seat, and I wondered how many times she had masturbated thinking about our meeting. True to her word she had obeyed my command to wear a skirt. It was floor length as the temperature had dipped, but a skirt nonetheless. I walked over to her desk and she stared up at me expectantly. It was clear she had done herself up to come to class today, eye shadow, lipstick, even a touch of rouge. At 9:30 in the morning I often thought many of my students, male and female alike, merely rolled out of bed and slipped on yesterday’s clothes before class. After class she approached the lectern. I pressed a piece of paper into her hand with my address and the phrase, “8:00 sharp!” written on it. “It’s another opportunity to improve your grade,” I added, “If you’re willing.” She smiled, “Yes sir, anything for a grade.”

Later, at my place, I could tell Jessica was a bit nervous as we waited for the doorbell to ring. She kept finding excuses to change her outfit, or check her makeup in the mirror. Truth be told, I was nervous, too. I wasn’t sure what to expect from bringing Madison and Jessica together, but I was eager to find out.  I went up behind Jessica, who was again checking herself in the mirror, and wrapped my arms around her. “Are you sure this is a good idea,” she asked. “I think you need to trust me,” I replied. “Everyone is going to get exactly what they want tonight.” I turned her toward me, deeply kissing her, letting my tongue explore the wetness of her mouth. She whimpered into me.  I let my hand find the hem of her skirt and slid my fingers up her bare thighs. As I had suggested, she wore no underwear tonight. On cue, her legs opened as my hand slid up her thighs, making for easy access.  My god she was wet, and when I touched her, her cry echoed into the hollow of my mouth and sounded throughout the room. Sensing she was already overcharged, I stopped, not wanting her to spend herself before Madison even appeared.  She whimpered a complaint at the loss of my touch. “Now, Jessica,” I replied as if she was little girl threatening a tantrum, “We have a long night ahead of us, I don’t want you to tire too soon.” I brought my wetted fingers to her lips and she licked and sucked them eagerly. “Now if you’d like to occupy your time,” I unzipped my pants and displayed my half erect cock. She smiled wickedly and without a word dropped to her knees in front of me. She eagerly pulled my cock into her mouth, rolling her tongue over me. My cock grew almost instantly, filling her mouth. There is nothing quite like the feeling of growing into the gulf of warm wetness of a woman’s mouth, feeling her tips and tongue giving way as I grow against them. She purred appreciatively as it happened.  Looking down, Jessica was a vision. Her dark hair pulled back into a low pony tail, her sharp heels pointed up, just visible behind the curve of her ass. She had one hand gripping the base of my cock, the other cupping my scrotum as she worked almost studiously, sliding my cock in and out of her mouth, smearing me with her red lipstick, marking me as hers.  I took hold of her pony tail and wrapped it around my hand, rocking my hips more forcefully into her mouth. A quick cum into Jessica’s waiting mouth would be just the thing to keep me from being over eager on the evening.  I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feel of her mouth as she eagerly sucked me. My forcefulness had only inspired her to work harder in order to please me. She slid her mouth off of me and stroked my well lubricated cock as she looked up and asked, “Does the good professor want to come in my mouth?” “Oh god yes,” I said, “I’m getting so close.” For as expert as she was with her mouth, Dr. Jessica Hargrove, the well-respected field anthropologist, was perhaps better with her hand. She closed her mouth around my cock and swallowed deeply, pumping the remaining length of my cock with her hand. Just then the doorbell rang, and the thought of Madison flooded my head. One hard thrust into Jessica’s throat, and I filled her mouth with my cum. Almost professionally she sucked and swallowed, draining every last drop from my now shrinking cock. She stood up, catching a stray drop of cum at the corner of her mouth with her finger and licking it clean. She then kissed me on the cheek. “Go get the door,” she said, “I have to fix my make up.” I quickly redid my pants and went downstairs and opened the door. “Well hello, Madison,” I said, “Come on in.” I removed her coat to reveal that she was dressed in a deep blue sundress that hung to her knees. Under the spaghetti straps she had a sheer black top that added a hint of sophistication to the outfit. She wore knee high boots and a loose fitted choker around her neck.  She stood in my foyer, her hands fidgeting with each other behind her back, head down, but eyes looking at me over the top of her glasses.  “How are you tonight, Madison?” I asked pleasantly as I looked her up and down. “Pretty outfit you have on.” “Thank you, sir,” she smiled. “I didn’t know what we’d be doing, I mean, dress wise, um,” she stumbled through her sentence and her cheeks flushed red, but I got the point. I chuckled at her self-consciousness. “It’s fine Madison, you look wonderful.” I reached toward her and I could see her body tense, but she soon realized I merely meant to place a hand on her back to guide her toward the dining room. She sighed deeply as she relaxed. “Jason, who was at the door?” We heard Jessica say from the top of the stairs. Madison’s eyes shot toward Jessica and then back to me. She looked nearly panicked, but I reassured her with a look.  “Madison,” I said, “Do you know Dr. Hargrove?” Madison’s eyes went wide at the surprise guest and shook her head so vigorously that her red curls swayed from side to side. Jessica approached us and walked a circle around Madison toward the door, glancing up and down her young body. “I think I’d remember someone so… cute,” Madison kept her eyes on the floor, “She certainly hasn’t been in my classes.” “Well,” I began, “Madison has been having some difficulty with her grades and she’s come by for some extra study time. And since I have to put the final touches on an article that is due tomorrow, I asked you over to offer her some assistance in my stead."  Jessica smiled sweetly and reached out toward Madison, unable to resist touching her delicate flesh. She trailed a finger along the younger girl’s chin and said, “I’d be delighted to help.” I could sense that Jessica was only barely restraining her animal urges and I suspect Madison felt it too. Still, I was curious to see where this would go. I turned to leave them alone in the dining room. “Well, you two have fun,” I said, “Madison, remember, do exactly as Dr. Hargrove says.” Jessica smiled as Madison nodded, “Her word should be taken as if it were my own, Do you understand?”  Madison looked up at me with those baleful eyes and said softly, “Yes, sir.” Hearing this, Jessica’s lips curled wickedly, and she winked at me. I left the dining room and disappeared around the corner to the stairway, I went far enough to be out of sight when I heard Jessica say, “Well now, dear, let’s hit those books.” I could hear Madison’s horror in her reply, “Um,” she stuttered, “I didn’t bring any books.” "What?” Jessica asked incredulously but softly, “Why on earth would you not bring your books to a meeting with your professor about your grade?” Madison was left speechless. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but no words appeared. Instead her chin fell to her chest and I could barely hear her mutter, “I don’t know.” Jessica stood next to her, looking down, letting the full advantage of her height sink in. “You don’t know? Or you won’t say?” Her eyes fixed firmly on the floor, she remained silent until Jessica put one finger under the girl’s chin and raised her head until their eyes were locked. “Tell me.” Jessica breathed. “I thought,” Madison hesitated, “I thought…” “You thought he brought you over here just to fuck you, didn’t you?” Jessica was not disappointed. Poor Madison looked desperately over her shoulder for me and back to Jessica, not knowing what to say or how to say it. Was it loyalty to me? Fear for herself? Hard to say. “It’s ok,” Jessica said, “I would’ve thought that, too. Or at least,” she added with a wicked smile, “I would have hoped for it."  "However, I do think,” Jessica said, “students who show up unprepared for study sessions should be punished. Don’t you agree, Madison?” It was then I noticed Jessica holding a riding crop; that was a surprise. I wondered where she got it. I eagerly watched Madison who seemed very unsure of what to do. Finally Madison said, “Yes, ma’am. Whatever you say.” Jessica stepped in very close to Madison, she raised the crop and gently ran it along the soft, pale flesh of Madison’s cheek. “Turn around, little girl,” Jessica said almost breathlessly, “and grab onto the edge of the table.” There was something about Jessica’s presence. The command in her voice, her stature magnified by the austerity of her long black dress, the severity of her pulled back hair, gave Jessica complete command of the room, but also a kind of ominous air that made even me shiver. Madison didn’t hesitate to obey, though it was impossible to know if it was fear or desire that commanded her.  Jessica ran the crop up the back of Madison’s leg, raising the young woman’s skirt up. Deftly, Jessica managed to use the crop to flip Madison’s skirt onto her back, revealing Madison’s panties. They were plain cotton, but pink. It made me wonder if they were the sexiest pair she owned, and I chuckled at the thought. “Take them off,” Jessica had worked the crop inside the leg band and stretched it out, letting it snap back in place with her words. Madison began to stand so she could comply, but Jessica pushed her back down.  “I wasn’t talking to you, pet,” Jessica explained, then looked at me.  I returned to the room, knelt down behind Madison, ran my hands up the length of her legs, over her patent leather boots, up to her bare thighs, all the way up to her panty clad ass. I immediately hooked the waist with my fingers and pulled her panties off. Madison was already wet and her scent filled my nostrils and intoxicated me. I backed away and sat down in one of the chairs giving me a good side view of both Madison and Jessica. Madison’s head lulled between her arms which were outstretched to hold the edge of the table. She turned her head toward me when my movement had caught her peripheral vision. Her eyes were glazed over, her mouth slightly parted. The crack of the crop against Madison’s fair ass resounded in the room, and I could see her face contort as she let out a low groan. Another crack and Madison winced, her squeal becoming higher and more marked by the sting of the crop. A third and fourth crack and her head fell down between her arms, her face obscured by her mop of red hair.  Jessica ran the stiff woven leather of the crop up Madison’s inner thigh and insinuated the rod against Madison’s dripping slit. I turned my gaze to Jessica, and she looked immersed In her work, gently opening the student in front of her with the roughness of the crop, working it easily against Madison’s wet flesh. The poor girl, bent over and on display, moved herself against the crop, almost imperceptibly at first, but then more insistently. Jessica licked her lips as a moan escaped from Madison’s.  Jessica had her right where she wanted her, Madison obscenely grinding against the riding crop as two faculty watched her. Suddenly, Jessica removed the crop and brought down numerous strikes against Madison’s reddening ass. A thin sheen of sweat began to form on Jessica’s face and her eyes went wide when she suddenly switched to bringing the blows down directly against Madison’s already engorged clit. Madison’s cries became constant as Jessica let loose every bit of sexual frustration and naked aggression that students had caused over her years of teaching. As the blows rained upon her ass, Jessica began speaking to the writhing girl. “You’re such a bad girl, Madison. Coming over here just to let yourself be used by your professor. No interest in your education at all. Aren’t you glad that I am here to correct you?” When Madison didn’t answer, Jessica dropped the crop, grabbed a fistful of Madison’s red hair and brought her free hand down hard against Madison’s ass. Jessica said again, “Aren’t you glad I am here, slut?” Madison cried out incoherently as Jessica’s hand came down on her ass again. “You don’t even want to be taught, do you, slut? You just want your professor’s cock in your tight little pussy, don’t you?” “No, no, no” Madison said over and over again, babbling almost incoherently as Jessica forced two fingers inside the girls aching cunt, “no, I want… yes… yes… teach… teach me, teach me,” and then she let out an almost ear shattering cry, “TEACH MEEEE!!!” Her body had exploded into orgasm almost immediately as Jessica touched her pussy. She collapsed convulsing on the table. This so surprised Jessica that she not only stopped touching the young woman, but jumped back into the wall, her eyes wide with lust at the sight before her. Madison’s body convulsed, her young ass burned red, her legs shaking.  I put my arm around Madison as her body recovered from her shock. I helped her to her unsteady feet. “I think maybe Madison should be allowed to rest. I’m taking her up to the bedroom.” Jessica slid into a dining room chair, and as I walked Madison toward the staircase I could see Jessica frantically bunching up her skirt so that she could get her fingers on her clit. It made me smile to think I had a colleague to share Madison with who was so god damned sexy in her own right.  Madison’s legs had all but given out on her after her punishment and her orgasm. I scooped her up into my arms and carried her up the stairs. She was so light, and seemed so fragile, but I knew after our last two encounters that she could take quite a bit. She snuggled into my shoulder as we climbed. I took her into the guest room and laid her onto the bed. She propped herself up on her elbows, looked up at me with her large doe eyes, and asked meekly “Are you going to fuck me now, sir?” “Not yet, Madison. First you’re going to suck my cock.” I walked to the edge of the bed and she obediently reached for my belt buckle. Freeing my cock, she slid off of the bed and sank to her knees, immediately setting to work. She was much better at using her mouth this time. Her tongue pressed against the underside of my cock and though she could still only swallow about half of me, her hands stroked the rest. She slid her mouth back and forth over me with near reckless abandon as if she wanted to make me cum in her mouth before Jessica returned and made her share.  I looked down and our eyes locked, but she never missed a beat. Instead Madison slowly picked up speed. I moaned loudly and placed a hand on the back of her head, guiding her, gently at first, onto my cock. As I felt my orgasm build and my cock swell inside her mouth, I grabbed a fistful of her red curls and began urgently fucking her mouth, forcing the head of my cock to the back of her throat.  I moaned again and let my head roll back. I felt the vibration of her throat on my cock as she moaned. It was not a low wail, but a desperate moan, a pleading pitch that meant to show how desperate she was for me to cum.  She let her teeth scrape slightly over the length of my cock and that was the trigger. It provided just enough pressure to let my engorged member explode in her mouth, flooding her throat with my seed. Like a good girl, she dutifully tried to suck it down, continuing to stroke me sucking every last drop of cum from me. I collapsed back onto the bed and Madison sat back on her heels and gasped. Raising my head I saw that my cum and leaked from her mouth and drooled down her chin and onto her dress. Her mouth hung open in continued desire. Behind Madison I saw Jessica step into view. Her hair was a bit mussed and her face was flushed. She still held her long skirt up with one hand, but the other hand was running its fingers along her own neck. Obviously she had followed us upstairs and watched from the doorway as Madison made me cum. “Ah, Jessica,” I said, “come in. Madison was just thanking me for her punishment, but I really think it is you she owes a debt of gratitude.” Jessica hesitated as she stepped in the room and looked down at Madison. Madison’s eyes had dropped back to the floor. I patted the bed next to me. “Lose your dress, Jessica, and climb into bed with me.” Despite her shows of confidence and domination, Jessica was still submissive at heart. And in her current wanton state, she seemed to think of little else than finding release. Without any commentary, she did as she was told, leaving herself completely nude before me and my willingly servile student.  Jessica sat on the bed next to me and looked down at Madison who remained on the floor. I whispered in Jessica’s ear, “Would you like Madison to show you her gratitude for correcting her?” Jessica slowly nodded. Madison licked her lips, nervously. Crawling forward, Madison placed her hands on Jessica’s knees and pushed them apart. She lowered her head between Jessica’s thighs, and Jessica’s breathing quickened at the sight. But I stopped her, placing my hand on Madison’s shoulder. She looked up at me quizzically. “Madison,” I asked, “have you ever pleasured another woman before?” She shook her head no and her curls flopped about in the most adorable way. “Well then,” I continued, “I recommend you think about what you would like, what would drive you crazy, and do that. Would you like someone to just open your legs and have at it?” “No, sir,” she said, “I don’t think so.” What a lovely and telling response. “Ok then, how do you like to begin?” “Well I,” she began but I cut her off again. “Don’t tell me, Madison,” I urged, “show me.” Jessica had been watching this whole back and forth the entire time in eager anticipation of the outcome. I could tell that my relationship with my student fascinated her and aroused her as much as the expectation of what was to come. Jessica’s eyes shot down to Madison, wondering what the young woman would do. Much to my surprise (and to Jessica’s too, I think), Madison slowly stood, pushing herself up until she stood between Jessica’s open legs. Madison took Jessica’s face in her hands and kissed her, slowly. A lingering kiss that appeared soft and gentle, the two women’s lips barely touching at times, just the hint of a flash of the young woman’s tongue as it lapped at Jessica’s lips. Jessica, for her part, melted into my student’s mouth. She had not been expecting so gentle and so tender a touch from someone so willing to be used for the pleasure of others. At Madison’s insistence, Jessica lowered herself onto the bed, the young woman moving with her, their lips only briefly losing contact.  Madison proceeded to kiss her way down Jessica’s neck, her mop of red hair contrasting nicely against Jessica’s pale skin. Jessica, for her part, was not completely passive as she found the zipper on the back of Madison’s dress and undid it along with Madison’s bra. Madison stood briefly, letting her remaining clothes fall to the floor. “My god,” Jessica said, “you’re gorgeous.” Madison smiled impishly down at Jessica and then glanced over at me. I returned the smile and nodded as a way of showing both approval and encouragement. With that Madison returned to the bed, but less with gentleness and more with a bit of playful aggression. She acted like a tiger, attacking Jessica’s breasts and quickly sucking the right nipple into her mouth. When she heard a moan and felt Jessica’s body writhe beneath her, Madison giggled and switched breasts. Jessica ran her hands through Madison’s hair as the young woman suckled her breast and teased her nipples. Jessica’s hips moved rhythmically trying to hump against Madison’s lithe body. I had never seen a sexier sight than when Jessica, with Madison still attached to her breast, wrapped her arms and legs around the younger woman, entwining the two together.  Slowly Madison slid down Jessica’s body, kissing her way over the older woman’s stomach, letting her fingers find and tweak Jessica’s nipples. I sat back in awe as the younger woman made the professionally powerful woman melt into a series of coos and sighs. Finding herself between Jessica’s splayed thighs, Madison hesitated a moment, her mouth inches from Jessica’s cunt. She looked over at me, unsure, but Jessica was writhing. She arched and moved under the young woman eager to have the student’s mouth on her neatly trimmed cunt.

First, I’d make you wear a nice skirt and for us to drive to the movies. On the drive, my hands would slide down your thigh and up your skirt, slowly rubbing closer to your panties, until they start to slowly get wet. Your moans and whimpers covered by the shuddering of your breath. A loud moan escapes as you bite onto your lip, my fingers now gently flicking and your clit, playing along to the rhythm of your moans and breath as your body arches up and moves.

As we drive, I grab your hand and let you feel how hard Sir is, feeling how your moans are driving me insane and how your soaking panties are just begging to ripped off and for you to be fucked till you cum all over the seat. As you start rubbing your hand against Sir’s cock, it gets pulled away and your face is grabbed, “Now now, who said my little slave could do what she wants without permission” I say. My hand now sliding gently down your neck, down your chest and in between your now wet thighs. Your panties moved to the side as my fingers slowly insert into you and start to finger fuck you, feeling your wet juices drip slowly onto my fingers and seat.

Your moans continue getting louder and your hand starts rubbing your clit. The car suddenly pulls over as you look up in shook, my seatbelt now unbuckled.

“What did I say? Looks like disobedient slaves need to be taught a bit of a lesson”, your face now flustered red as you await and think about what the punishment will be this time. “Onto your knees and face your ass to me” I command, your legs now having your pussy drip down them. I lift up your skirt, fingering your properly as you moan more and more, cars passing by, not knowing that you’re being such a dirty slut for master.  Begging for my cock to be fucking you hard, each time being replied back with a spanking on the ass instead,  harder and harder till I grab your hair and push you against the car window, finger fucking you harder till you’re screaming you’re about to cum.

“Well here’s your punishment, babygirl”, I reply, pulling my fingers out and inserting a small vibrator inside of you, turning it onto a low setting and putting your panties over the top and starting up the car to drive to the cinema’s. We arrive, with you walking around on the edge of cumming, constantly feeling how hard masters cock is against your ass, wishing it was inside of you instead of the vibrator. We go up to get movie tickets and as we pick them up from the line, I turn the vibrator up from the remote, making you almost drop to your knees and almost cum. You letting out a decent moan and turn around bright faced as the line of people wonder what happened.

Once we get into the cinemas and the movie starts playing, I lift up your skirt and rip your panties off, taking out the vibrator and slide my fingers inside, feeling how tight and soaked you are. As you stare at me, I take my fingers out, grab your face and make you watch me taste you, and then have you taste yourself off my tongue.

I go down and start licking your wetness ff your thighs, slowly working my way up as I eat you out, my fingers in your mouth to stop you from moaning too loudly. Feeling my tongue bars flick against your clit as your legs start to tremble. We switch places and have you slowly work your tongue on me, making you use the vibrator on your clit as you take me down your throat like the good slave that you are.

I then make you stand up, and face the screen, grabbing your hips and have you sit on my lap, feeling my cock slide 8 inches deep inside of you, hitting your gspot as you struggle to maintain balance. My hand covers your mouth, the other rubbing your clit as I fuck you hard, everyone else in the rows underneath not knowing whats happening. Your moans and whimpers being stopped by my hand being the only thing that stop you from being seen getting fucked hard like my good little slut that you are.

As you start getting close and your legs lose control, I make you get the vibrator and turn it on high, making sure you hold it against your clit. my fingers in your mouth bite down, you whimpering in pleasure, my other hand squeezing your nipples and playing with your tits as you get closer and closer, till you accidentally moan out “Sir, im..im gonna cum, im  going to cum everywhere”.

Your legs give out completely as you shake, moaning and biting into my fingers, falling deeper onto my cock as it hits your gspot harder, having your cum leak down your thighs and onto my cock. I grab you by the hair, slapping you for being such a disobedient girl for not waiting till master said to cum. You automatically start to give me head and just as I’m about to cum, you take it out from your mouth, my cum shooting  all onto your chest, leaking down your torso under your shirt.

Yes, a balcony just like that. Except you’re leaning over the railing topless as I’ve instructed. Just your pretty panties… The warm night air and the consciousness of your complete exposure has your nipples erect and your groin pulsing slowly. Sir comes up behind you and embraces you from behind, whispering that you need to grab the railing with both hands. In the dusk your pale skin glows, probably visible from the street… but it’s harder for those below to see what I’m doing to you…stroking, holding, cupping, kissing, grabbing. At one point you grab my hand in preparation to shoving it into your panties. But I hold your wrist tightly and whisper that in order to be touched as you’re craving right now, you’ll have to beg me to take your panties off and leave you naked on the balcony….. How badly do you need to be touched, baby? So badly that you’ll risk such utter nakeness? So, so much…… Hooking my fingers under the waistband and drawing them slowly down and off… Stepping in close between your long legs and opening them wider for more access…

You’re so open, my sweet baby….

And come is already overflowing your engorged lips….

All Sir has to do is slide his left thumb into your cunt to get enough to anoint and massage open your tight little hole….

And then the right thumb slides into the perfect place to rub your G spot while his first two fingers massage and tweak your stiff clit….

Making you clench on the thumb in your ass as your clit gets teased.

With the night closed in, only a careful watcher from below will see your pale nudity,and nobody will suspect just how salaciously you’re being taken in hand and taken care of.

The traffic noise will muffle any moans and cries you make…and you will cry and moan as Sir has his way with you.

Your whole groin and crease is now slick and shiny from the come that just keeps flowing…small intimate noises from both sloppy wet holes….mmmmm.

Sir can tell that you’re so focused on the huge detonation building slowly near the place where the two thumbs are meeting deep inside you that you won’t be thinking about what happened last time Sir made you come this way….

How embarrassed you were that night that people in two adjoining suites rapped angrily on our door and how you begged Sir to gag you thoroughly next time.

Well, you’re a few seconds away and the panties are still lying on the floor…

Those primal,raw,heartfelt sharply rhythm screams will echo off the concrete walls and sidewalks and will cut through the ambient urban noise to the point where passersby will look up startled.

Some of them will grin knowingly.

Some of them will blush and be scandalized.

Some of them will wonder whether they’re hearing extreme pleasure or pain.

But as I’m holding you steady and milking the last few spasms from your pulsing pussy and asshole they will all slip back into their own preoccupations and keep walking.

"I don’t need this bullshit! We’ve got tenure, you can’t fucking fire us." I yelled violently shoving my chair away from me. The dean jumped back bit, eyes wide.  "Look Jason," he tried to sound sympathetic, "you’d be right if it was just you, but the state budget cuts have forced the university to cut your entire department. Everyone is getting let go."  As the chair of the Anthropology Department, I was powerless against budget decisions and I knew it. So the state wants to cut education, so the state doesn’t care about research into the history of human behavior. The governor even publicly called out my discipline. We were screwed and I was pissed.  "Well then let me say what I’ve always wanted to say: Fuck you and this university. You’re an asshole and I’ve never liked you." As I slammed his office door behind me I heard him start to say, “I’ll forgive that…” What an asshole. I practically stomped back across the quad, seething more with every step. At 45 I was going to have to go back on the academic job market, start over in some new city. In this environment there’s no guarantee either. I was a thousand feet deep in thought as I approached my office door and saw her standing against the wall. From my 9:30 class, I tried to remember her name, Madison, I think. I took a deep breath and tried to come back to the present. "It’s Madison, right?" I asked her as I approached. She nodded, a strand of red curls fell over her glasses which she brushed away. She stood only as high as my shoulder and had the bluest eyes I’d ever seen. "What can I do for you?" I unlocked my office door. Now, in 15 years of being a college professor I had never fucked a student. I’d thought about it. I’d thought about it a lot of times. Every professor does. That first day we walk into class and look over the sea of faces, some eager, some bored, and select some fantasy fodder.  I always make up categories. First category is women I’d fuck if given the chance. Not to be too stereotypical, but these tend to be the cheerleader types. Tight bodies gorgeous faces. But I also pick a girl that I think I could fuck, if I tried. I suspect most 20-ish college girls have no interest in an older man. A friend in psychology gave me a kind of profile of the girl with “daddy” issues that would let herself be seduced just to get attention: Mousy, quiet, smart, eager to please. There tends to be a kind of overwhelmed look in their eyes. Lastly I try to guess which ones fantasize about fucking a professor. As a fit middle aged man with thick dark hair, I figure I’m an ideal candidate for those with professor fantasies.  In 15 years though, I never crossed the line. No quick fuck in my office was worth risking my job, even if the young woman could do a perfect split. But also, far from fantasy, college girls rarely make the first move, especially in a situation like a student-professor dynamic, and I am too much of a professional to ever cross that line.  As I motioned her ahead of me into my office I glanced over her body. Petite girl, curly red hair to her shoulders, firm round ass. The glasses made me think she wasn’t comfortable with her looks and while she never said a word in class, she always appeared to be taking rigorous notes. If anything, this girl fell into category two. I smiled to myself as the thought crossed my mind that I had no job to lose anymore. Well, there was still a reputation to consider. "Well Madison, what can I do for you?" I said politely as I slid into the leather chair behind my desk. She slowly sunk onto another chair and sat on its edge. Instead of speaking she took a paper out of the folder she had been clinging to her chest and handed it to me. It was an assignment I had just passed back that morning. "Professor, I wanted to talk about my grade." She pulled at the hem of her white skirt which had ridden up over her knees. I flipped to the page where the grade was: C-. "And what do you want to say about it?" After 15 years of teaching I found it best to let them make the first move. Some kids complain, some beg, and some just apologize. It’s almost never what you guess. "I can’t live with a C-. It’s just not acceptable." Her eyes caught mine and quickly darted into her lap. Drawn by the movement I noticed she wore a fairly revealing top with plunging neckline. Combined with the skirt, it was a much nicer look than the average student. I started into my spiel. Every year I had to give it. “Anthropology isn’t for everyone, a C- is bad, but not the end of the world. You’ll survive; you’ll do better next time.” Blah. Blah. Blah. It gets tiresome reassuring students. "No," she said, her eyes suddenly alive, "I can’t. My scholarship depends on it." The funny thing about this is that scholarships always seem to depend on my class as if mine was the only one these students took. I wondered if she told that to all of the professors whose classes she was tanking. Today of all days was not the day to fuck with me about grades. "You want me to change the grade?" I asked. "Yes, sir," She replied. "To what?" I asked again. "Huh?" "Well," I began, "Since you want the grade changed what do you want it changed to?"  She paused for a moment, trying to figure out if I was serious. Finally she spoke up, “An A, if you would.” You have to admire her boldness.  Now on any other day I would have asked her why she thought she deserved it, why she was wrong, and a bunch of stuff that summed up can be stated “If you want A’s then do the fucking work.” But today I was in a mood. "And what are you going to do to earn it?" I asked her. "Well I could rewrite it if you like," she said meekly. I stood up, walked slowly to my door and closed it. “What, and make me grade another shitty paper?” I sighed. I walked over to the corner of my desk closest to her and leaned against it. “There’s got to be something else you could do.” I noticed her lips were shaded red. She sucked her lower lip between her teeth. “Um…” she started, “maybe I could…” she steeled herself, “blow you.” I mock gasped, “Madison I am shocked! I would have never guessed that you put on that revealing short skirt and red lipstick with the intention of seducing a grade from me. Shame on you.”  She almost knocked me over as she jumped up and rushed out the door. Where there had been confidence was now remorse and guilt. “Stupid fucking girl,” I thought to myself as I went back to work. That night, I thought of Madison and her cherry red lips as I masturbated before sleep. I had never gone so far with a student. For a while I worried that it was too far, that she would run to some administrator and tell her that I had teased and broken her. But after a while I reasoned that there was no way she tells anyone that she offered to suck me off only to get chastised for it. Aside from reinforcing my reputation, it made her look pathetic. Still, this girl was cute, I was getting fired no matter what I did, and she had come on to me. Maybe there was something here. The next day I showed up to class and casually sought her out. She kept her eyes on her notebook, refusing to meet my stare. I noticed she wore the university “dress code,” jeans and a t shirt. After class as the students filed out I called to her. "Madison, I need to see you. Can you meet me in my office in 15 minutes?" She nodded, looking at me for the first time today. I could tell that she was trying to figure me out as a look of horror crept over her eyes. I suspect she thought I was going to turn her in to the dean.  When I got to my office she was waiting against the wall again. I motioned her inside and closed the door behind me. She sat nervously in the same spot as the day before. "Madison," I began sternly, "You left so quickly yesterday we never finished our conversation. Tell me, were you serious in your offer?" Her head shot up and she looked at me frightened, “I thought it’s what you wanted, I mean you closed the door and I just let my imagination run, I guess.” I sighed, “You didn’t answer my question.” She looked confused. “Were you making a serious offer?” Her lips parted as if to say something, but no words came out. “Well,” I said impatiently, “were you?” She looked down in her lap and said quietly, “Yes.” I sat back in my chair and folded my hands, “You think a blow job is worth an A? Because I don’t. From a C-, I figure a blow job at best could get you to a C+, but probably not even that high. Stand up.” Without considering, she obeyed, still trying to process the worth of her mouth. I stood up too and walked over to her placing my hands on her shoulders. She looked up at me with those big blue eyes. “Well, let’s find out how good you are with your mouth.” And with that I gently pushed her to her knees. My heart was pounding in my chest and when she undid my pants and pulled out my cock, I was already as hard as I’d ever been. She looked up at me as if she wasn’t sure what to do so I placed my hand on the back of her head and guided her lips to my cock.  If she was used to having any cocks in her mouth, I don’t know, but she seemed unsure of what to do. Still, her mouth felt like silk as it slid over my shaft. Her lips pressing hard, her tongue gliding underneath me. She swallowed half of me before she realized it was too much and gagged. I let her back off a little, but kept my hand firmly in her hair, keeping her from releasing me completely, urging her to swallow my cock again.  She got into a rhythm sliding up and down my shaft and I grabbed to fistfuls of her hair, and began fucking her mouth in earnest.  "That’s it you little slut," I told her, "If you want that grade you’ll relax and let me fuck that sweet mouth of yours." She moaned onto my cock when she heard me. I worked into her faster. "You came here yesterday intending to suck me off, didn’t you?" She moaned incoherently. I looked down and saw my cock disappearing under that mop of red curls. "Tell me, slut. You came here to seduce me, didn’t you?" I roughly pulled her mouth off of my cock and made her look up at me. "Yes," she sighed looking at me through half closed, dreamy eyes. Her look made me realize, this is exactly what she had always wanted, to be used by someone with power over her. I pulled her mouth back onto my cock and tried to think through the possibilities.  "I bet you wrote that shitty paper as an excuse, just to come up here and suck my cock," she moaned again. "Tell me, how many profs have you sucked off for grades?" Her eyes went wide at the question, and she shook her head no even as my cock remained in her mouth, causing her cheek to bulge out. I pulled her off of my cock again. “Don’t fucking lie to me, grade-slut.” She started breathlessly, eyes low, “No, it’s just you, it’s always just been you.” I liked the sound of that.  "Okay," I said, "if you’ve wanted to do this so badly, come over here and finish what you started." I leaned back against my desk, my hard cock obscenely jutting out toward the young student. She practically leapt at me, devouring my cock, holding what wouldn’t fit in her mouth by her hand. It was a wonderful sight. "I’m gonna cum in your mouth, slut," I said. "I want you to swallow every last drop, god help you if you spill even one drop." She moaned, redoubling her efforts. The situation, her mouth, and my own pressing need proved too much for me and thrust almost into her throat and came as hard as I ever had, flooding her mouth. Like a good girl she tried to obey, tried to swallow it all, but as I looked down at her, I could see her mouth had opened around my cock and she drooled my cum down her chin, a drop found its way to my pants. "Look what you did!" I mustered the anger for the moment, she looked panicked. "Stand up!"  She dutifully obeyed, not knowing what to expect. I wiped the cum off of her chin with two fingers and shoved them into her mouth. “Lick my fingers clean, slut.”  When she was through, I told her to bend over and grab the edge of my desk, which she did without hesitation. I looked her over, she was still clothed. Suddenly I was struck by inspiration. “You were doing so well, I was thinking of even upping you to a B-. Then you got a stain on my pants. Bad form. You need to be punished, don’t you agree?” Her response would tell me everything I need to know about her. "Yes," she agreed. And though her response filled me with joy at confirmation of her submissiveness, I smacked her ass hard. "Yes, what?" I asked. "Yes, sir." She moaned, half in pleasure, half in pain.  "Excellent," I smiled, "See you are a fast learner. Now take off your clothes so I can discipline you properly." She started slowly, obviously shy. "I haven’t got all day!" I barked and she moved more quickly. "From now on, Madison, you’ll only wear skirts or dresses. Pants are far too inefficient for earning grades. Do you understand?" Her soft voice agreed, “Yes sir.” She stood before me a vision. Bright red hair, pale skin with few freckles, deep blue eyes, the curve of her breasts and hips was well proportioned to her slight frame. A neatly trimmed patch of fire red hair lay between her legs. I took off my tie and folded it. “Open,” I instructed simply holding the folded cloth at her lips, she hesitated. “We can’t have your cries disturbing my colleagues, can we?” Her mouth and her eyes went wide. I patiently turned her back toward the desk and leaned her over. Without hesitating, I brought my hand down on the soft flesh of her ass and she moaned. On the second stinging smack she yelped mutedly into my tie. By the time I got to five she was mewling constantly into the fabric, sucking air rapidly in through her nose. I had never used a woman like this and I wondered how much she could take. I rubbed my hand over her smooth flesh. Sliding my fingers between her spread legs and found she was absolutely dripping wet.  "Madison!" I said nearly mocking her, "I believe you like being punished." I leaned over her, my finger still wriggling between the folds of her flesh, and whispered into her ear. "Such a bad girl." Her self-support fell from palms to elbows as she moaned, her forehead pressed against my desk. My cock was already growing hard again. “Tell me silly girl, is this what you think about when you’re alone at night in your dorm room? Some professor spanking your ass red and then using you as a fuck doll?” She nodded hesitantly, her body writhing against the desk. I withdrew my finger from her and smacked her ass again. And again. And five more times, each harder than the first. Her body shuddered as an orgasm washed over her. She practically melted.  I stepped up behind her and grabbed hold of her hips, pulling her back up to her feet. I guided the head of my cock between the folds of her flesh and slid into her. Damn she was tight, too tight. “Fuck,” I wondered, “Is she a virgin?” Well, if she is she wouldn’t be for long. Hell of a way to lose it. As I fucked her she practically cried into the silk. It was impossible to tell if it was from pleasure or pain, but I was beyond caring. Eventually I felt her give way and relax, her ample juices flooded over my hard shaft as I drove into untouched territory. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her up so that she arched back onto me.  "Come on, grade-slut," I taunted, "This is what you dreamed about, show me what you’re worth." She whimpered and grunted as my cock drove into her tight pussy, pushing herself back onto me, trying to earn that A.  I slapped her ass again as I pulled out and spun her around. Her eyes were wild as I sat her on the desk and plunged back into her. Her fingernails clawed at me, trying to pull me deeper into her. I pinned her legs back and pounded into her for all I was worth. I felt her body shudder beneath me as she let out a muffled long, low guttural cry. Her cunt spasmed around me and I pulled out just in time to unload my own orgasm all over her chest and belly.  I sat back in my chair, panting; she slid to the floor. I motioned with one finger for her to come over to me. When she began to stand up, I shook my head and said, “Crawl,” and she did. I removed the tie from her mouth; it was ruined by her saliva, but ties are easily replaced, grade-sluts are rare. I thought to myself that I should hold on to this one. "Clean me," I commanded. And she dutifully began to lick at my cock, tasting my cum for the second time that afternoon. I stroked her hair as she did and for a second she seemed to purr like a kitten.  "That was very well done, Madison," I complimented, "but I think at best it’s C+ work." Her eyes darted up at me, disappointed. "It’s no matter though. I think you might have many opportunities to earn extra credit this semester. Are you interested in exploring those opportunities? Do you think you can be an obedient girl for the entire semester?" A smiled lit up her face, her eyes beamed behind her glasses, “Yes sir, thank you sir.” Now what to do about that fucking dean…

I decided to talk to the staff…

"Is it true?" Dr. Wheaton asked. He was an expert in pre-Colombian social hierarchies in Central America. He was an older man, but still at least five years from retirement and with his age knew he’d have a difficult time finding another position. "Are they really cutting the entire department?" I nodded to the assembled faculty members who immediately began expressing their outrage all at once. I did little to calm them since their anger was my own. Sadly, as academics, their anger would never coalesce into any action more meaningful than a sternly worded letter.  "We should go on strike!" said Bill Thompson, our newest higher and a bit of a hot head. The shouts of assent quickly fell silent as Dr. Jessica Hargrove spoke up. “So Bill,” she said mockingly, “Your response to being forced to leave in July is to voluntarily leave now? I’m sure they’ll tremble.” I smiled at Jessica’s acerbic wit. “Look,” I interrupted, “Jessica’s right, a strike isn’t going to get us anywhere unless every department joined in, and you all know as well as I do that everyone else is just going to hang us out to dry and keep their heads down hoping it’s not them next year.” Academics are like that, very self-centered with no long term vision. "All I can tell you," I continued, "is that the decision isn’t finalized until April, so we have a couple of months. Maybe we can get some student support. I’ll keep working on the dean, see if I can’t get him to rewrite the budget." With the meeting adjourned, my colleagues filed out to their respective classes and offices. Things were grim, but I had a few ideas about how to change the dean’s mind. As my mind drifted Jessica tapped me on the shoulder. "Free for lunch, Jason?" she asked. I was always free for Jessica. Ever since she was hired I had quite a thing for her. I found her professionalism erotic. From her perfectly quaffed dark hair to the measured click of her high heels as she walked down the hallway, she had that air of untouchability that made me just want to grab her and pull her to me. But we are coworkers, and in my experience, office romance is not very bright. Today Jessica wore a simple white blouse with a black pencil skirt which perfectly accentuated her small waist and rounded ass. As she walked in front of me to the elevator I couldn’t help but look her up and down. My mind wandered backed to Madison and I wondered if Jessica liked to be told what to do, too. Over lunch we mostly complained bitterly about the dean. A man in his mid fifties, he was usually disheveled. A sociologist by training, we guessed that it was either our department or his that would fall prey to the budget axe, and of course he wasn’t going to choose his. "I bet he gets off on it," Jessica said becoming agitated. "I mean, have you met his wife? Talk about hen-pecked. I’m pretty sure he comes to the office just to get away from her and their four horrible kids. After he told you we were being fired he probably jacked off in his office lying to himself about how powerful he is." I contorted my face, “Well, that’s an image I didn’t need in my head.” She blushed and covered her mouth, taken aback by how carried away she had become.  "I’m so sorry," she laughed nervously. "I shouldn’t have said that."  "No, no, it’s quite alright," I reassured. "I like it when you get all… worked up." While I had thought my comment might keep her back on those 3 inch heels, it seemed instead to ground her as she narrowed her eyes and gazed right into my own.  "Jason," she said, her tone changed, "How come we never hooked up?"  I nearly spit out my coffee at her forwardness. I managed, however, to mask my own uneasiness at the conversation. “Well,” I answered slowly, “I guess I always figured it was best to keep things professional with the people I work with.” She rolled her eyes a bit, so I figured I’d go out on a limb, “Not to say I never thought about it.” She reached across the table and lightly stroked my hand, “Well,” she said, “looks like we’re not going to be working together much longer. Want to see what my apartment looks like?” Her forwardness was intoxicating. Trying very hard to hold myself together I said, “Yes, I would, very much.” As we walked into her apartment, she turned toward me, making a sweeping gesture with her arm and said, “So, this is my apartment.” I caught her by the wrist and pulled her into me. With her heels on she was nearly as tall as I am. She smiled into my eyes and said, “My goodness, Professor.” And then I kissed her deeply, my tongue invading her mouth. She tasted sweet, like strawberries, and she moaned devilishly as our tongues danced for the first time. She broke the kiss and began to nuzzle my neck as my hands explored her still clothed body. She whispered, “Oh I’ve wanted this for a long time.” She sucked my ear lobe into her mouth as I began to unbutton her blouse. Sliding her blouse to the floor I found a white lace bra binding her ample breasts. I immediately released them and kissed down her neck as my hands explored her soft flesh. "Take me to your bed," I commanded, almost breathless from my desire for her. As she guided me, I removed my own button down shirt and thought about how it had been less than 24 hours since I had fucked Madison. Two fantasies come true in two days. Aside from being fired, this was turning into a pretty good week. Jessica lay seductively on her bed, topless. Her breasts were gorgeous and I wanted to lick every inch of them and suckle her nipples. But first, I wanted her completely naked. I kneeled next to her on the bed and forced her over so that her skirts zipper was easily accessed. Having undone it, I slid her skirt down her stocking clad leg verifying what I had imagined since I met. She wore stockings with a garter belt instead of pantyhose. The sight of her on the bed, her long dark hair tousled as I’ve never seen it, bright red lipstick, slightly smeared from our kiss, her body naked except for dark stockings and heels. I paused to take it all in, and she smiled coyly as if to say, “What are you waiting for?”  I moved toward her, kneeled beside her on the bed and leaned over, taking her left breast into my mouth, her nipple was already hard and when I flicked it with my tongue, she moaned. I slid my hand down, over her taught stomach, between her thighs, finding the bare flesh of her thigh above the stocking and pushed her legs apart. When I finally slid my hand inside her panties, I felt the smoothness of a freshly shaved pussy and it was my turn to moan against her breasts. When my finger found its way into flesh, she gasped with a sharp intake of air. But not giving herself over completely she said instead, “You are entirely too overdressed to be in this bed, Jason.” And she began to undo my belt and my pants.  I stood up for a moment, to finish undressing. She slid her panties off and then crawled like a cat to the edge of the bed. Reaching out for my already hard cock, she pulled me to her. She didn’t hesitate to swallow me whole. Lying face down on her bed, she worked my cock with cherry red lips while her arms propped her up so she could swallow me. I reached down and ran my hand through her hair and she looked up at me. No innocence in her brown eyes, no fear about what to do. Instead, a mischievous smile that told me we were only just beginning. She removed my cock from her mouth and started to jack me. She smiled and said, “I’m going to lie on my back now, and you’re going to fuck my mouth and play with my pussy, ok? I think that will be easier for both of us.” I nodded dumbly as she rolled over and let her head hang slightly off the bed. It was the perfect alignment to slide my cock through her mouth and down her throat, which I did immediately. It was heaven. I could feel the tightness of her throat as she swallowed the head of my cock with each thrust of my hips.  In front of me, her body lay open and ready for my attention. Her stocking clad legs spread wide. I leaned over her and began to lick her perfectly smooth cunt. When my tongue found her clit, her moans reverberated through the shaft of my cock as it was buried in her throat. She wrapped her legs around my head. and I slid my tongue deeply into her. Tasting her depths as I thrust into her mouth, she writhed beneath me, but the position she had chosen had her pinned to my will. Her moans becoming constant, I alternated between flicking her clit with my tongue and licking down the length of open flesh, lapping at her like a dog.  As her cries intensified, she clawed at my ass like a mad woman. I simply thrust harder into her throat, feeling my own orgasm building. I concentrated on her clit, hoping to bring her off before me. I sucked it into my mouth. When I gently bit down on it and flicked it with my tongue, I felt her body shudder. She opened her mouth wide as if to cry out and I simply filled it ever more with my cock.  For a moment she flailed underneath me. Suddenly she went silent and limp. I pulled my still hard cock from her mouth with a pop, and almost immediately, her lungs filled with air. I cradled her up into my arms and lay her flat up the bed. Color returned to her cheeks, her eyes opened. "Holy fuck." She said weakly. I was more than a bit relieved, for a moment I thought she had died. “What happened?” I asked, “Are you ok?” Instead of answering, she threw her arms around me and began kissing me harder than any woman has ever kissed me. Her body began shaking again.  "Oh my god," she said again, "That was fucking amazing!" I was horribly confused, and I smiled, “So, you’re welcome, I guess.” She laughed and kissed me again, her strength returning to her. “I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t speak. And you were, you were,” she became breathless again. “Come here, get on top of me, I want you inside me. Now!” She practically clawed at me to climb between her legs. Despite my concern, having been so close before, my erection was still good and strong. I slid into her. She was tighter than I expected, but more than ready for me. She purred like a kitten as I began a methodical rhythm. With each thrust she’d grunt out a sentence. "Ugh, that’s good," She began. "Fuck me. Unh. Just like that." "When you were, mmmm. In my mouth." "I couldn’t breathe. Ugh. And I couldn’t stop you." "And you. Ooounh, worked my clit just right." "And everything, mmm, started to go, unh, all hazy." "MMmmm, and then I came." With that she came again, as much from her story as from my cock sliding in and out of her. A smaller orgasm this time, I merely felt a prolonged shudder. When she recovered her senses, she continued, “When I came, ungh, it was so strong. And no air, mmm, I passed out, I think.” "What?" I said nonchalantly, "You’ve never had someone choke you to orgasm before?" She pushed me off onto my back. Softly hitting me in the arm and shaking her head. She climbed on top of me and lowered herself down onto my shaft. “No,” she said. “I’ve heard about that kind of thing from my students, but, my god! I’ve never cum so hard in my life.”  She put her hands on my throat with a wild look in her eye, “Now I want to do it to you.”  I grabbed her wrists and flung her back onto her back. I was on her again in a second, pinning her arms over her head and forcing myself between her legs. She struggled halfheartedly, obviously charmed by the move. "That’s not the way this works, Jessica," I said, sliding into her. "If you want to see what it’s like to choke someone, we’ll just have to find some submissive for you to work on." Of course, Madison popped into my mind. She wriggled underneath me. “Oooo,” she said with a heavy breath, “sounds fun, have someone in mind?” I stayed quiet as I began fucking her in earnest. Strong heavy strokes, allowing me to find my way deep inside of her. She wrapped her legs around my waist and began to whimper. "Oh Jason," she called out, "fuck me like you’ve always wanted to." I must have let a grin slip because she smiled slyly up at me and said, “Yeah, I know. I’ve always known.” She let slip a cry, a whimper. “Fuck me like I’ve always imagined!” I doubled my efforts and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling it hard and making her arch her chest up toward me.  "You like that?" She continued. "You like using me like that? You gonna empty your cum into me you big, bad man who makes little girls like me choke on his cock?"  She cried out again. It was more a wail and I felt her nails dig into my back. I pulled harder on her hair. I put a hand on her throat without applying any pressure. Her eyes went wide at the threat, but I felt her cunt quiver. She was practically weeping as my cock drove into her, “Yes, ugh, oh fuck, use me, make me yours.” I smiled, managing to keep my senses, saying, “Make you mine? Make you my what?” She groaned at the thought. “Come on Jessica, say it. What do you want me to make you?” Words began flowing from her mouth as though a damn had burst, “Make me your bitch, your slut, your whore. Oh anything you want as long as you keep fucking me!” I lowered my mouth to hers, my own orgasm coming closer and closer. I gripped her hair harder, pulled desperately at her as I ploughed inside of her. "Tell me to cum," I begged into the hollow of her mouth. "Cum!" she yelled. "Now!" I obeyed, exploding inside of her as she fell into her third orgasm of the afternoon.  I rolled off of her, spent, and she nuzzled into me. She almost purred her contentment as I gently stroked her hair.  "Mmmm," she mewled. "I’ve wanted that for a long time. It was everything I imagined and much, much more." I smiled and kissed the top of her head.  Suddenly she looked up at me, perfectly serious in her expression. “Jason,” she said, “You never answered my question.” Almost dreamily I responded, “What question?” "I asked," she reminded me, "If you had someone in mind for me to… um…" "Choke?" I chuckled. "You mean besides the dean?" She brought her fist down on my chest, “I’m serious,” she said. Then she pouted, “We’ve only fucked once and you already think I’m weird.” "No!" I said quickly, "Not at all, you’re the hottest, most daring woman I’ve ever been with. You’re smart and funny and sexy and adventurous." I paused, "And yes, I think I know someone you could experiment with." "Really?" her eyes lit up. "I wouldn’t have guessed you were so… worldly." Jessica and I spent the weekend at her apartment, barely leaving the bedroom except for food and water. I was so into her. She fast became a partner I could trust and a lover who kept pushing both my boundaries and her own. When Monday morning came around, I told her that evening I’d bring her a surprise for being such a good girl all weekend, and then I left for class. As I sipped my coffee I glanced over the Monday morning faces. Almost all were lifeless, save one. Madison sat in her usual seat, trying to keep from staring at me. She squirmed in her seat, and I wondered how many times she had masturbated thinking about our meeting. True to her word she had obeyed my command to wear a skirt. It was floor length as the temperature had dipped, but a skirt nonetheless. I walked over to her desk and she stared up at me expectantly. It was clear she had done herself up to come to class today, eye shadow, lipstick, even a touch of rouge. At 9:30 in the morning I often thought many of my students, male and female alike, merely rolled out of bed and slipped on yesterday’s clothes before class. After class she approached the lectern. I pressed a piece of paper into her hand with my address and the phrase, “8:00 sharp!” written on it. "It’s another opportunity to improve your grade," I added, "If you’re willing." She smiled, “Yes sir, anything for a grade.”

Later, at my place, I could tell Jessica was a bit nervous as we waited for the doorbell to ring. She kept finding excuses to change her outfit, or check her makeup in the mirror. Truth be told, I was nervous, too. I wasn’t sure what to expect from bringing Madison and Jessica together, but I was eager to find out.  I went up behind Jessica, who was again checking herself in the mirror, and wrapped my arms around her. “Are you sure this is a good idea,” she asked. "I think you need to trust me," I replied. "Everyone is going to get exactly what they want tonight." I turned her toward me, deeply kissing her, letting my tongue explore the wetness of her mouth. She whimpered into me.  I let my hand find the hem of her skirt and slid my fingers up her bare thighs. As I had suggested, she wore no underwear tonight. On cue, her legs opened as my hand slid up her thighs, making for easy access.  My god she was wet, and when I touched her, her cry echoed into the hollow of my mouth and sounded throughout the room. Sensing she was already overcharged, I stopped, not wanting her to spend herself before Madison even appeared.  She whimpered a complaint at the loss of my touch. “Now, Jessica,” I replied as if she was little girl threatening a tantrum, “We have a long night ahead of us, I don’t want you to tire too soon.” I brought my wetted fingers to her lips and she licked and sucked them eagerly. "Now if you’d like to occupy your time," I unzipped my pants and displayed my half erect cock. She smiled wickedly and without a word dropped to her knees in front of me. She eagerly pulled my cock into her mouth, rolling her tongue over me. My cock grew almost instantly, filling her mouth. There is nothing quite like the feeling of growing into the gulf of warm wetness of a woman’s mouth, feeling her tips and tongue giving way as I grow against them. She purred appreciatively as it happened.  Looking down, Jessica was a vision. Her dark hair pulled back into a low pony tail, her sharp heels pointed up, just visible behind the curve of her ass. She had one hand gripping the base of my cock, the other cupping my scrotum as she worked almost studiously, sliding my cock in and out of her mouth, smearing me with her red lipstick, marking me as hers.  I took hold of her pony tail and wrapped it around my hand, rocking my hips more forcefully into her mouth. A quick cum into Jessica’s waiting mouth would be just the thing to keep me from being over eager on the evening.  I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feel of her mouth as she eagerly sucked me. My forcefulness had only inspired her to work harder in order to please me. She slid her mouth off of me and stroked my well lubricated cock as she looked up and asked, “Does the good professor want to come in my mouth?” "Oh god yes," I said, "I’m getting so close." For as expert as she was with her mouth, Dr. Jessica Hargrove, the well-respected field anthropologist, was perhaps better with her hand. She closed her mouth around my cock and swallowed deeply, pumping the remaining length of my cock with her hand. Just then the doorbell rang, and the thought of Madison flooded my head. One hard thrust into Jessica’s throat, and I filled her mouth with my cum. Almost professionally she sucked and swallowed, draining every last drop from my now shrinking cock. She stood up, catching a stray drop of cum at the corner of her mouth with her finger and licking it clean. She then kissed me on the cheek. “Go get the door,” she said, “I have to fix my make up.” I quickly redid my pants and went downstairs and opened the door. "Well hello, Madison," I said, "Come on in." I removed her coat to reveal that she was dressed in a deep blue sundress that hung to her knees. Under the spaghetti straps she had a sheer black top that added a hint of sophistication to the outfit. She wore knee high boots and a loose fitted choker around her neck.  She stood in my foyer, her hands fidgeting with each other behind her back, head down, but eyes looking at me over the top of her glasses.  "How are you tonight, Madison?" I asked pleasantly as I looked her up and down. "Pretty outfit you have on." "Thank you, sir," she smiled. "I didn’t know what we’d be doing, I mean, dress wise, um," she stumbled through her sentence and her cheeks flushed red, but I got the point. I chuckled at her self-consciousness. “It’s fine Madison, you look wonderful.” I reached toward her and I could see her body tense, but she soon realized I merely meant to place a hand on her back to guide her toward the dining room. She sighed deeply as she relaxed. "Jason, who was at the door?" We heard Jessica say from the top of the stairs. Madison’s eyes shot toward Jessica and then back to me. She looked nearly panicked, but I reassured her with a look.  "Madison," I said, "Do you know Dr. Hargrove?" Madison’s eyes went wide at the surprise guest and shook her head so vigorously that her red curls swayed from side to side. Jessica approached us and walked a circle around Madison toward the door, glancing up and down her young body. “I think I’d remember someone so… cute,” Madison kept her eyes on the floor, “She certainly hasn’t been in my classes.” "Well," I began, "Madison has been having some difficulty with her grades and she’s come by for some extra study time. And since I have to put the final touches on an article that is due tomorrow, I asked you over to offer her some assistance in my stead."  Jessica smiled sweetly and reached out toward Madison, unable to resist touching her delicate flesh. She trailed a finger along the younger girl’s chin and said, “I’d be delighted to help.” I could sense that Jessica was only barely restraining her animal urges and I suspect Madison felt it too. Still, I was curious to see where this would go. I turned to leave them alone in the dining room. “Well, you two have fun,” I said, “Madison, remember, do exactly as Dr. Hargrove says.” Jessica smiled as Madison nodded, “Her word should be taken as if it were my own, Do you understand?”  Madison looked up at me with those baleful eyes and said softly, “Yes, sir.” Hearing this, Jessica’s lips curled wickedly, and she winked at me. I left the dining room and disappeared around the corner to the stairway, I went far enough to be out of sight when I heard Jessica say, “Well now, dear, let’s hit those books.” I could hear Madison’s horror in her reply, “Um,” she stuttered, “I didn’t bring any books.” "What?" Jessica asked incredulously but softly, "Why on earth would you not bring your books to a meeting with your professor about your grade?" Madison was left speechless. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but no words appeared. Instead her chin fell to her chest and I could barely hear her mutter, “I don’t know.” Jessica stood next to her, looking down, letting the full advantage of her height sink in. “You don’t know? Or you won’t say?” Her eyes fixed firmly on the floor, she remained silent until Jessica put one finger under the girl’s chin and raised her head until their eyes were locked. “Tell me.” Jessica breathed. "I thought," Madison hesitated, "I thought…" "You thought he brought you over here just to fuck you, didn’t you?" Jessica was not disappointed. Poor Madison looked desperately over her shoulder for me and back to Jessica, not knowing what to say or how to say it. Was it loyalty to me? Fear for herself? Hard to say. "It’s ok," Jessica said, "I would’ve thought that, too. Or at least," she added with a wicked smile, "I would have hoped for it."  "However, I do think," Jessica said, "students who show up unprepared for study sessions should be punished. Don’t you agree, Madison?" It was then I noticed Jessica holding a riding crop; that was a surprise. I wondered where she got it. I eagerly watched Madison who seemed very unsure of what to do. Finally Madison said, “Yes, ma’am. Whatever you say.” Jessica stepped in very close to Madison, she raised the crop and gently ran it along the soft, pale flesh of Madison’s cheek. “Turn around, little girl,” Jessica said almost breathlessly, “and grab onto the edge of the table.” There was something about Jessica’s presence. The command in her voice, her stature magnified by the austerity of her long black dress, the severity of her pulled back hair, gave Jessica complete command of the room, but also a kind of ominous air that made even me shiver. Madison didn’t hesitate to obey, though it was impossible to know if it was fear or desire that commanded her.  Jessica ran the crop up the back of Madison’s leg, raising the young woman’s skirt up. Deftly, Jessica managed to use the crop to flip Madison’s skirt onto her back, revealing Madison’s panties. They were plain cotton, but pink. It made me wonder if they were the sexiest pair she owned, and I chuckled at the thought. "Take them off," Jessica had worked the crop inside the leg band and stretched it out, letting it snap back in place with her words. Madison began to stand so she could comply, but Jessica pushed her back down.  "I wasn’t talking to you, pet," Jessica explained, then looked at me.  I returned to the room, knelt down behind Madison, ran my hands up the length of her legs, over her patent leather boots, up to her bare thighs, all the way up to her panty clad ass. I immediately hooked the waist with my fingers and pulled her panties off. Madison was already wet and her scent filled my nostrils and intoxicated me. I backed away and sat down in one of the chairs giving me a good side view of both Madison and Jessica. Madison’s head lulled between her arms which were outstretched to hold the edge of the table. She turned her head toward me when my movement had caught her peripheral vision. Her eyes were glazed over, her mouth slightly parted. The crack of the crop against Madison’s fair ass resounded in the room, and I could see her face contort as she let out a low groan. Another crack and Madison winced, her squeal becoming higher and more marked by the sting of the crop. A third and fourth crack and her head fell down between her arms, her face obscured by her mop of red hair.  Jessica ran the stiff woven leather of the crop up Madison’s inner thigh and insinuated the rod against Madison’s dripping slit. I turned my gaze to Jessica, and she looked immersed In her work, gently opening the student in front of her with the roughness of the crop, working it easily against Madison’s wet flesh. The poor girl, bent over and on display, moved herself against the crop, almost imperceptibly at first, but then more insistently. Jessica licked her lips as a moan escaped from Madison’s.  Jessica had her right where she wanted her, Madison obscenely grinding against the riding crop as two faculty watched her. Suddenly, Jessica removed the crop and brought down numerous strikes against Madison’s reddening ass. A thin sheen of sweat began to form on Jessica’s face and her eyes went wide when she suddenly switched to bringing the blows down directly against Madison’s already engorged clit. Madison’s cries became constant as Jessica let loose every bit of sexual frustration and naked aggression that students had caused over her years of teaching. As the blows rained upon her ass, Jessica began speaking to the writhing girl. “You’re such a bad girl, Madison. Coming over here just to let yourself be used by your professor. No interest in your education at all. Aren’t you glad that I am here to correct you?” When Madison didn’t answer, Jessica dropped the crop, grabbed a fistful of Madison’s red hair and brought her free hand down hard against Madison’s ass. Jessica said again, “Aren’t you glad I am here, slut?” Madison cried out incoherently as Jessica’s hand came down on her ass again. “You don’t even want to be taught, do you, slut? You just want your professor’s cock in your tight little pussy, don’t you?” "No, no, no" Madison said over and over again, babbling almost incoherently as Jessica forced two fingers inside the girls aching cunt, "no, I want… yes… yes… teach… teach me, teach me," and then she let out an almost ear shattering cry, "TEACH MEEEE!!!" Her body had exploded into orgasm almost immediately as Jessica touched her pussy. She collapsed convulsing on the table. This so surprised Jessica that she not only stopped touching the young woman, but jumped back into the wall, her eyes wide with lust at the sight before her. Madison’s body convulsed, her young ass burned red, her legs shaking.  I put my arm around Madison as her body recovered from her shock. I helped her to her unsteady feet. “I think maybe Madison should be allowed to rest. I’m taking her up to the bedroom.” Jessica slid into a dining room chair, and as I walked Madison toward the staircase I could see Jessica frantically bunching up her skirt so that she could get her fingers on her clit. It made me smile to think I had a colleague to share Madison with who was so god damned sexy in her own right.  Madison’s legs had all but given out on her after her punishment and her orgasm. I scooped her up into my arms and carried her up the stairs. She was so light, and seemed so fragile, but I knew after our last two encounters that she could take quite a bit. She snuggled into my shoulder as we climbed. I took her into the guest room and laid her onto the bed. She propped herself up on her elbows, looked up at me with her large doe eyes, and asked meekly “Are you going to fuck me now, sir?” "Not yet, Madison. First you’re going to suck my cock." I walked to the edge of the bed and she obediently reached for my belt buckle. Freeing my cock, she slid off of the bed and sank to her knees, immediately setting to work. She was much better at using her mouth this time. Her tongue pressed against the underside of my cock and though she could still only swallow about half of me, her hands stroked the rest. She slid her mouth back and forth over me with near reckless abandon as if she wanted to make me cum in her mouth before Jessica returned and made her share.  I looked down and our eyes locked, but she never missed a beat. Instead Madison slowly picked up speed. I moaned loudly and placed a hand on the back of her head, guiding her, gently at first, onto my cock. As I felt my orgasm build and my cock swell inside her mouth, I grabbed a fistful of her red curls and began urgently fucking her mouth, forcing the head of my cock to the back of her throat.  I moaned again and let my head roll back. I felt the vibration of her throat on my cock as she moaned. It was not a low wail, but a desperate moan, a pleading pitch that meant to show how desperate she was for me to cum.  She let her teeth scrape slightly over the length of my cock and that was the trigger. It provided just enough pressure to let my engorged member explode in her mouth, flooding her throat with my seed. Like a good girl, she dutifully tried to suck it down, continuing to stroke me sucking every last drop of cum from me. I collapsed back onto the bed and Madison sat back on her heels and gasped. Raising my head I saw that my cum and leaked from her mouth and drooled down her chin and onto her dress. Her mouth hung open in continued desire. Behind Madison I saw Jessica step into view. Her hair was a bit mussed and her face was flushed. She still held her long skirt up with one hand, but the other hand was running its fingers along her own neck. Obviously she had followed us upstairs and watched from the doorway as Madison made me cum. "Ah, Jessica," I said, "come in. Madison was just thanking me for her punishment, but I really think it is you she owes a debt of gratitude." Jessica hesitated as she stepped in the room and looked down at Madison. Madison’s eyes had dropped back to the floor. I patted the bed next to me. “Lose your dress, Jessica, and climb into bed with me.” Despite her shows of confidence and domination, Jessica was still submissive at heart. And in her current wanton state, she seemed to think of little else than finding release. Without any commentary, she did as she was told, leaving herself completely nude before me and my willingly servile student.  Jessica sat on the bed next to me and looked down at Madison who remained on the floor. I whispered in Jessica’s ear, “Would you like Madison to show you her gratitude for correcting her?” Jessica slowly nodded. Madison licked her lips, nervously. Crawling forward, Madison placed her hands on Jessica’s knees and pushed them apart. She lowered her head between Jessica’s thighs, and Jessica’s breathing quickened at the sight. But I stopped her, placing my hand on Madison’s shoulder. She looked up at me quizzically. "Madison," I asked, "have you ever pleasured another woman before?" She shook her head no and her curls flopped about in the most adorable way. "Well then," I continued, "I recommend you think about what you would like, what would drive you crazy, and do that. Would you like someone to just open your legs and have at it?" "No, sir," she said, "I don’t think so." What a lovely and telling response. "Ok then, how do you like to begin?" "Well I," she began but I cut her off again. "Don’t tell me, Madison," I urged, "show me." Jessica had been watching this whole back and forth the entire time in eager anticipation of the outcome. I could tell that my relationship with my student fascinated her and aroused her as much as the expectation of what was to come. Jessica’s eyes shot down to Madison, wondering what the young woman would do. Much to my surprise (and to Jessica’s too, I think), Madison slowly stood, pushing herself up until she stood between Jessica’s open legs. Madison took Jessica’s face in her hands and kissed her, slowly. A lingering kiss that appeared soft and gentle, the two women’s lips barely touching at times, just the hint of a flash of the young woman’s tongue as it lapped at Jessica’s lips. Jessica, for her part, melted into my student’s mouth. She had not been expecting so gentle and so tender a touch from someone so willing to be used for the pleasure of others. At Madison’s insistence, Jessica lowered herself onto the bed, the young woman moving with her, their lips only briefly losing contact.  Madison proceeded to kiss her way down Jessica’s neck, her mop of red hair contrasting nicely against Jessica’s pale skin. Jessica, for her part, was not completely passive as she found the zipper on the back of Madison’s dress and undid it along with Madison’s bra. Madison stood briefly, letting her remaining clothes fall to the floor. “My god,” Jessica said, “you’re gorgeous.” Madison smiled impishly down at Jessica and then glanced over at me. I returned the smile and nodded as a way of showing both approval and encouragement. With that Madison returned to the bed, but less with gentleness and more with a bit of playful aggression. She acted like a tiger, attacking Jessica’s breasts and quickly sucking the right nipple into her mouth. When she heard a moan and felt Jessica’s body writhe beneath her, Madison giggled and switched breasts. Jessica ran her hands through Madison’s hair as the young woman suckled her breast and teased her nipples. Jessica’s hips moved rhythmically trying to hump against Madison’s lithe body. I had never seen a sexier sight than when Jessica, with Madison still attached to her breast, wrapped her arms and legs around the younger woman, entwining the two together.  Slowly Madison slid down Jessica’s body, kissing her way over the older woman’s stomach, letting her fingers find and tweak Jessica’s nipples. I sat back in awe as the younger woman made the professionally powerful woman melt into a series of coos and sighs. Finding herself between Jessica’s splayed thighs, Madison hesitated a moment, her mouth inches from Jessica’s cunt. She looked over at me, unsure, but Jessica was writhing. She arched and moved under the young woman eager to have the student’s mouth on her neatly trimmed cunt.